Debbie Jones: Daddy And Me

"I knew it… I knew you'd like this kind of sex," she grinned as she continued fucking. And then I felt something hot shooting inside me.

"Oh, my God, what's that?"

"The best dildo money can buy, doing its wild thing," she laughed. I thrust my hips forward, savoring every delicious moment of this delirious excitement.

I came too. It was too beautiful not to come. We clasped each other gasping, gripping loving.

"Ohhhh, that's beautiful," I gasped, when she finished fucking, and pulled the dripping dildo out.

"You and I are going to live together," she insisted.

"What do I do about Rodney?"

"I can handle him. Cheap fucker. He likes to have cunts pimp for him so he can live in that big house. But I got goods on him that makes him jump… so don't you worry, honey… I'll move you out or my name isn't Gilda."

When I got back to town, Gilda drove right over to Rodney's place and told him off.

"She's moving in with me… sorry about that."

"I know," he commented wryly. "Never trust a… "

"Honey… watch your words… or should I remind you what Gilda has."

"Someday I'll kill you, bitch!"

Turning to me, "With you as my witness, he threatened me, didn't he… didn't he?"

"Yes," I said, "but it's a hollow threat… let's get going."

"And I suppose you aren't even going to say thank you," Rodney snapped.

"Never," I snapped, and walked out coldly. Gilda's place was something else. She obviously had money or she couldn't afford the penthouse place she had. Things were going great. Gilda did great things for me. We teamed up in a series of great films. The titles weren't what you'd call the nicest, but nevertheless, they kept us living.

Four months had passed, when Gilda held out a paper to me, "I see Sucking Sisters is a big hit. I'm really thrilled about that," she glowed. "It was our first day together."

As the days glided by I had a feeling I was being followed. I wondered if Rodney was getting even. Then one night it all unraveled.

"Baby, I've found you," Daddy exclaimed.

"Who's he?" Gilda exclaimed, "Some sugar daddy you left behind."

"No. This is my own father. Oh, Daddy, come in." Daddy stood there hugging me closely…

"You live in a nice place," he said. Then he recognized Gilda. "I know you from somewhere."

"I do a lot of shows," she smiled proudly.

"Baby, get out of this racket," Daddy begged. "Your picture The Sucking Sisters played back home and I've got to leave town for good. They saw you and the whole town got to talking about it. The picture held over for weeks, until everybody got to see it. You know it's not like we live in Chicago… a small suburb is where everybody knows everybody. Please come home."

Gilda glowered at him. "She has a good career going. Don't try to wreck her life, huh?"

Daddy just about died. "Baby, I know what's happening. I've had a private eye tailing you for weeks."

"Why don't you get lost," Gilda snapped.

"I'm her father," Dad lashed out. "I know what you are. You're one of those Lez girls. I know. My private investigation revealed plenty… about both of you. Please, baby, please, in Momma's holy name, in the name of God, get out of here."

Mentioning Momma must have done it. I saw my whole life flash before me ever since I came to flick-ville… I wanted to vomit. Guilt surged through me, and I knew I had to end my affair with Gilda.

I slowly, methodically packed my things, remaining cool in spite of Gilda's heated protests.

"I'm sorry," I told her, "but I must go."

Daddy carried my two pieces of luggage down the hall, and I hugged Gilda goodbye.

"Forgive me, baby," I told her tearfully. "You've been mighty good to me, but it must end like this."

She wiped her tears away and smiled, "I know… It always does." The pained look on her beautiful face tortured me but I had to do what I had to do.

Daddy talked me into leaving town, but he couldn't invite me to come home because he'd sold the house and was looking for work himself.

"Can't we get together again?" he asked gently…

"No… no, we never can," I told him.

I went to Vegas, after telling Daddy I loved him much too much to continue our sordid little affair. I had lived lavishly with Gilda and my few hundred dollars flew fast. Finally I was flat broke. I figured I might make a little loot if I cased a classy casino bar. I had exactly five bucks left, and then I was flat broke.

"What'll you have, lady?" the bartender asked abruptly.

In my best, low, sexy voice, I said, "Double scotch on the rocks."

The gentlemen beside me eyed me.

"Hi," he grinned, rubbing his leg next to mine. I pushed back. "Hi," I smiled warmly. That did it. Five drinks later he said, "Your place or mine?"

"Yours, tiger," I chuckled.

In his handsome suite at the Ritz-Oasis, he said, "Strip baby, let me see what I'm getting."

"First-and I hate to do this, but I must how much?"

"Hundred dollars for the night," he said flatly.

"Don't some chicks make it a hundred bucks an hour?"

"When they work with the organization," he smirked, "you're an independent, that's different."

"Money first," I said softly. He peeled out five twenties, and I stripped. Then he went to a closet and said, "I like to blindfold my girls when I fuck them."

"That's different."

"That's why I do it that way," he chuckled, tying the blindfold on tightly. "I don't dig monotony… dig?"

That night my poor body took a beating like I never knew anybody could take and survive. I felt the sting of the whips, the impact of his fist smashing against my face, and then I was out. I never came to until I was found tied and gagged on a desert highway the next morning…

They took me to a hospital and it took months before my body was well enough to go to work. Then, I decided I'd forget easy money. I'd try selling sex when hell froze over. I wanted no more part of the sadistic brutes who get kicks out of vicious beatings.

I took a waitress job and began saving money. When I had saved enough I figured I could go back to Chicago. Then I could go to night school, get a good job and quit this whoring racket. It's not all money, big cars, and wild orgies… some of it is damned dirty… I know-firsthand!…