Preacher’s Sinful Daughter Chapter 3: Sinning Behind the School

Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl
Chapter Three: Sinning Behind the School
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I must be the most sinful preacher’s daughter in the entire world. How else to explain why I was on my knees at the back of the school giving my former steady, Ricky, a blowjob with a dollar bill clutched in my hand—his payment for my service. And he was just the first blowjob I would be giving this morning before classes.

Two more guys waited their turn to spurt cum into my naughty mouth, their dollar bills ready.

It was all my hypocritical father’s fault. If I hadn’t caught Daddy fucking Mrs. Donna Paxtor, bent over his desk in his church office two weeks back, I never would have had my sexual awakening. I never would have learned the joys of being a whore. And spending my last week, spring break, helping Daddy with an “outreach ministry”—well, that was the lie we told Mother—had given me a taste for sucking cocks, swallowing cum, and getting paid for it. Not that I charged much, only a dollar. So the boy missed out on buying a couple of comic books or a few candy bars.

They knew my mouth was worth it.

I missed the Sunset Playhouse, the pornographic movies, and the glory hole in the last stall where anonymous cock after anonymous cock shoved through for me to suck and lick and enjoy. I had to get my fix of cum a new way now. By the end of yesterday, my first day back to school, I had already blown three guys, and now Tuesday, word had spread if you wanted a blowjob, be at the back of the school.

Of course Ricky would show up. I guess Carolyn, the slut who stole him from me because she would put out—the old me was such a foolish creature—wasn’t giving him enough. Or maybe he just finally wanted to get that blowjob from me he was so desperate for a few months back.

“Fuck, Alexandra,” Ricky moaned, his right hand clutching my thick, blonde braid as my mouth bobbed up and down his cock. “Holy shit, what the fuck happened to you? Such a whore. Oh, my god, you know what you’re doing. Shit.”

I loved his praise. I was the eighteen-year-old, whorish daughter of a preacher. And I loved it. Sex was amazing. I loved it when Daddy fucked me, whether when I sucked dick at the Sunset Playhouse, or when he rammed his cock into me around our house, under Mother’s nose, or at church. It was the best. I loved Daddy’s cock.

And he always paid me a dollar. I was already investing in new clothing, hiding the sexier bras and panties from my mother, along with a pair of white, vinyl go go boots I just had to buy.

My tongue swirled and fluttered about the crown of Ricky’s dick, my eyes flashing up to watch him while my large breasts heaved in my new bra. It lifted my tits, giving them even more shape and thrusting them against my pink dress’s bodice. They looked so round and juicy. I bet I could get another dollar to blow the boys topless.

My pussy clenched. I slipped my right hand beneath my skirt, caressing my inner thigh as my fingers crept higher and higher. A flushed tingle shot up to my pussy, already soaking my dainty panties. I moaned louder, my excitement building.

“Shit,” groaned Max. He was like Ricky, a clean-cut member of the football team. They were both chiseled-chin and broad-shouldered, though Max’s hair was black and Ricky’s only a dark brown. They didn’t grow their hair long like dirty hippies.

They were respectable boys.

“Fuck that slut’s mouth,” Max groaned. “I can’t believe the preacher’s daughter is charging for blowjobs.”

“Always knew she had cock-sucking lips,” groaned Ricky, his voice tight, strained. “Fuck, the little whore is eager for it.”

“She’s masturbating,” the third guy said. He was skinny Peter, a nerd with a buttoned-down shirt and a pocket protector, thick glasses on his face, the black-rims square. “Holy schnikes, I can’t believe this.”

“Shut up, poindexter,” groaned Ricky. “Trying to get my nuts off here.”

Normally, Peter wouldn’t be around Ricky and Max, but there were blowjobs for sale, and I guess that equalized things between the jocks and the nerd. Peter shut up, but his hot eyes watched me as his cock tented the front of his slacks. He dressed like the engineer I bet he would grow up to be.

My fingers reached my panties. I moaned and shuddered as I ran my finger up and down my groove, pressing my panties into my depths. I groaned, a naughty shiver racing through me, my clit throbbing beneath my finger as I played with myself, shooting wonderful, delicious flutters through my body.

“Shit,” Ricky groaned and then there was the wonderful moment of cum spurting into my mouth. Hot, salty, delicious cum.

I swallowed it, rubbing faster at my pussy, savoring the treat. It was wonderful that boys would pay me to do this, because I would gladly do it for free. But I was a whore, and as Daddy said, “Whores get paid.”

Ricky pulled his cock from my mouth. “Jesus, Alexandra, what happened to you?”

“Not such a cock-tease now, am I?” I grinned then licked my lips. “Mmm, that was a yummy load. Does Carolyn do that for you?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t swallow.” He shook his head as he zipped up. “Damn, you are trash. Glad I dumped you.”

“So trashy,” I agreed, rubbing hard at my clit, the humiliating words only exciting me. Then I turned to Max. “Got your dollar, big boy, or do I get to enjoy the nerd’s cock first.”

“Shit,” Max grunted and pulled a crumpled bill from his hand. I snatched it in my left, crushing it in my grip against the bill Ricky had paid me. “I can’t believe this.”

“No,” Peter groaned.

Max unzipped and whipped out his cock. I swallowed it like I was starving for cum. I moaned as I sank as much of his dick into my mouth as I could. I debated deep-throating him, something Daddy taught me since I saw it in a porno, but I held off. That was for special occasions.

And Max wasn’t special.

My fingers pushed aside the gusset of my panties, and I stroked directly at my hot flesh. I sucked so hard as I ran my fingers through my wet bush and caressed my pussy lips. Flutters of delight shot through me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I sucked harder, loving his cock. It was skinny, which meant my jaw didn’t ache like it did when I sucked Daddy’s big cock.

Not all dicks were equal, but they all spurted wonderful cum into my mouth, so I didn’t care.

“Shit,” gasped Max. “Oh, damn, that’s nice. I never…imagined.”

“First blowjob,” laughed Ricky.”

“Yes,” gasped Max, leaning forward, his hips pumping. “Her mouth… Holy Jesus, that’s nice. Oh, yes, whore. Suck it. My balls are aching to flood your mouth.”

I rubbed harder at my pussy. My thumb found my clit, stroking it as pleasure shuddered through me. It was so exciting to blow these boys behind the school. The warning bell rang, classes would be starting soon. I sucked harder, caressing my pussy, strumming my clit, building the pleasure in me as Max grunted.

I loved the sounds men and boys made. It was wicked and delicious. Such a treat. My sexy body gave them pleasure, then I satiated the lusts my whorish body inspired. It was why Daddy had to fuck me all the time. I drove him wild until he lost control. It was my fault for being such a tease.

He had to fuck me.

Just like Max had to cum in my mouth.

“Fucking whore,” he groaned, spurting swiftly. He grunted, face contorting as a thick flood of jizz poured into my mouth. I gulped down the cream, my pussy clenching, aching, burning for more stimulation.

I shoved two fingers into my cunt, savoring the hot flesh pressing around them. Juices trickled out, coating my digits. I pumped them, my hips moving. It was so good. My eyes rolled back in my head. I hummed around his dick. I sucked and slurped and loved his dick.

It was amazing.

“Fucking whore,” groaned Max. “I can’t believe it. The preacher’s daughter. Shit.”

“Believe it,” Ricky laughed as Max pulled his dick out of my mouth.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, frigging my pussy so hard. “You had such a great cock to suck, Max. Oooh, so good. I loved it. Bring me a dollar any time.”

I winked at him, and he groaned, his cheeks growing red. He buckled up and then nodded to Ricky, the pair leaving in a hurry as Peter stepped up. He whipped out his dollar bill, far more confident than I would have imagined. And then he whipped out his dick.

It was bigger than both Ricky’s and Max’s.

“Ooh, what a beautiful cock,” I moaned, my pussy growing hotter. I ground the heel of my hand into my clit as I pumped my fingers into the depths of my cunt. The friction sent shudders through me. “Mmm, yes. I need to suck it.”

“Oh, wow, Alexandra,” he groaned as I stretched open my mouth. His eyes widened behind his thick glasses as I engulfed his cock. “Holy schnikes.”

I swirled my tongue around the crown, loving how he throbbed in my mouth. His precum leaked out, staining my taste buds. I shuddered at the salty flavor and shoved a third finger into my pussy. My back arched as I pursed my lips and sucked.

I came.

My pussy exploded about my fingers. The hot flesh spasmed. The pleasure boiled through my body, shooting straight to my brain. I moaned about Peter’s cock, my left hand crumpling the three dollar bills as my cheeks hollowed. I sucked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I moaned and groaned about it.

I loved it. I loved sucking cock. I loved being a whore. I kept pumping my fingers in and out of my cunt and massaging my clit with the heel of my hand. It was intense. The pleasure kept rippling out of my sinful hole as I sucked and moaned and worshiped his dick.

“Alexandra,” he gasped, body trembling. “Oh, wow. Oh, you’re good. I can’t believe this. Oh, yes. This is…amazing. Wow.”

He was a virgin. I knew it. And I was the first girl to ever touch his dick. My pussy clenched. I wanted to take his virginity. I wanted to pull him down, have his dick ram into me, and savor him pumping away, giving him this wonderful gift.

Except he would have to pay. And more than a dollar. Only Daddy fucked me for that cheap.