Erin-Daddy’s Whore

As Erin leaned forward over the cream and white colored marble counter and looked at her reflection in the mirror, she wondered how she came to be in this place. It was a Wednesday afternoon and she knew she should be in school. However, she found herself on the sixth floor of the Millennium Hotel in St. Louis.

As her hands rested on the counter, Erin stared intently into the mirror. She drew a deep breath as she readied herself. “Time to put on the happy face,” Erin thought to herself as she fluffed her long black over her shoulders and adjusted the black corset that covered her large round breasts.

“Here we go,” she said aloud, softly enough her words barely audible to her own ears. Erin reached for the door handle and stepped her 5’ 5” frame into the hotel room. As she did, she felt her stomach churning in disgust. Erin was a fully developed and stunningly beautiful young woman although she was only 15 years old. Her black corset wrapped tightly around her torso, accentuating the curves of her hips. The tiny “Sexy Little Thing” panty, so aptly named by the Victoria’s Secret line of lingerie, barely covered her perfectly shaved pussy. Erin ran her hands up her stomach and across her tanned skin; skin bronzed by daily tanning sessions. Her hands stopped below her full breasts as she cupped each in her hands.

Erin looked up. Standing before her, Erin first eyed Thomas. Thomas was 47 years old and considered himself a good-looking man. Erin on the other hand, found him revolting. Thomas stood about 5’ 8” tall and she guessed he weighed about 210lbs, much of the weight around his mid-section. His belly, crafted over many years of fast-food and sheer laziness, hung over the hideous briefs he wore. Erin nearly gagged as she observed his small erection bulging in the red fabric and the large wet spot on the front of his underwear.

Her eyes shifted to Thomas’ right. Standing next to him was Thomas’ co-worker Les. Les was 51 years old and stood about two inches taller than Thomas. He was a frail man, balding on the top of his head with a small tuft of grey hair covering the middle of his chest. Les was unable to hide his apparent arousal as he slowly stroked his cock awaiting the upcoming encounter.

“Hi boys!” Erin said, trying to appear eager. This was the farthest thing from reality. Erin had no choice but to be here. Nearly a year ago, she’d found herself forced into a secretive society of prostitution; the prostitution of young girls that catered to middle-aged businessmen.

Erin had lost count of the times she’d been found herself in similar surroundings, albeit different hotels, different cities, different “sexy” clothing. However, each encounter was eerily similar; perverted older men, out-of-shape, graying hair, penises not functional without the aid of modern chemistry, role-playing scenarios, and ultimately, the statutory rape of a beautiful young woman. As Erin recounted the numerous encounters, she forced a smile.

Thomas stepped forward first. As with all other “encounters,” there was no romance, no small talk, and almost always, no foreplay. Erin had learned one lesson early in her forced employment; these men were paying top dollar to fulfill a fantasy and wanted to make the most of every minute. Time was money and they would not waste their time with romance.

As Thomas moved forward, he pulled his cock from his briefs. “You know what Uncle Tommy likes,” he said, his hands trembling and he held his cock.

“Do you want me to suck your cock Uncle Tommy?” Erin asked, feigning a naughty tone to her voice. ‘Uncle Tommy’ was the moniker Thomas answered to during his monthly meeting with Erin. In his twisted fantasy, Erin was required to play the role of his “naughty niece.”

Erin knew the game. She lowered herself to her knees and positioned herself in front of “Uncle Tommy.” Without thought, Erin reached forward and took his tiny cock in her hand, her slender fingers wrapped around his narrow shaft. Erin slowly opened her mouth and moved her head forward. The instant her tongue made contact with his cock, Thomas moaned; Erin felt his body shiver.

“Fucking loser…no control,” she though to herself.

“Take it all in!” Thomas commanded, as if Erin would struggle to do so. Erin rolled her eyes as she thought about the cocks twice as big as his she’d had in her mouth; the men half his age she’d made cum.

Erin slowly placed his cock in her mouth, her soft tongue gently caressing the bottom of his shaft.