Daddy’s Little Girl Part 17

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Daddy’s Little Girl Part 17Daddy’s Little GirlPart 17Walking into the house with Ash & Brittany was a relief, it was good getting home. The trip out to get Britt and been thrown together quickly, Brittany had needed to be rescued, and brought home, so she was. (Finding out the Fucked-up)Almost as soon as Brittany got home there had been trouble, her mother and father had separated a over year before. He had lost the job he went out there for almost as soon as starting it, he started hard drinking after, then one day went out and just never came home.Her mom had to quickly find something, and took the first job she could find. She was not making enough to pay the mortgage on the place they’d bought, it was really more house than they’d needed, more than they should have bought with what they’d sold the one back here for.She had put it back on the market as soon as she saw the righting on the wall, but with his walking out and his name on the deed too; she suddenly could not sell it and get their money out of it. Now Britt’s Mom, Angela, is young she’s only 33; she’d had Brittany when she was just fifteen . Brittany’s Dad had been in collage when he knocked up a f******n year old town girl. She had been afraid to tell her parents until she was really showing, about six months pregnant. The Townies dad gave the boy two choices go to jail or get married. So instead of starting his sophomore year he was getting married, three months later Brittany was born. He had struggled with night school finally getting his degree, but Angela, never even finished high school. Brittany had seen her Moms folks, only twice, they were church people and hated Angela for embarrassing them. Her Dads family wasn’t any better. Her mom was just not equipped to handle this.After selling off as much of their things as she could Britt’s Mom defaulted on the mortgage wisely using the months it took to evict them to save up as much as she could to rent a place she could pay for.Sadly Angela did not do to good on her own, she is one of those women that need a man to make her feel real, and shortly after Britt’s dad left, she took up with another real loser. While Brittany was spending the summer with us, her mother had made some more bad choices.Her boyfriend was really in to d**g use, he had gotten Angela hooked on them and by the time Brittany got back there he had her mom working the street to pay for their d**gs, as soon as he saw Brittany he thought he’d hit a gold mine, it had been his plan to hook her and send them out as a Mommy Daughter team, but Britt had other plans, saved money and came down to see us. But now she was back.I wish she’d called me right away, but she was scared for her mom. At first he just tried pushing Britt to use with them, but when he saw she wouldn’t he tried more forceful means, had she not been wearing my tag he would have ****d her one night as her mother watch and trying to get Brittany to go along with it.Brittany had not really thought her mother knew balıkesir rus escort what was going on until she’d told Brittany how much more money they could make Hooking together as a real Mother Daughter team.(We get there) It struck me as funny the first thing she wanted to do when we got into our hotel room was please me, we were barely in the door before she was on her knees trying to open my pants, I pulled her up from the floor and just held her. She broke down into shaking sobs.After crying it out I undressed her and led her into the bathroom and we all showered, I did not have to heart to tell her she stank, she’d been afraid to strip and bathe for weeks before calling me, for fear her mom’s pimp would catch her naked. Once she was clean and dry, I pulled out some cutters and clipped off her rings, slipped the tag back on her collar and quietly fastened it back around her neck; she seemed to settle down, like she felt safe for the first time since she’d gotten back here.I had bought Britt a cute little Mini when she had been down, she’d wanted to drive it home it was a long way, but she was persistent, and had a good argument, with the car out here she was be able to get around on her own, to school, or work. She also had an ATM card for her account back home that I put money into regularly, and I’d gotten her a charge card for emergencies as she’d driven home.She’d called me twice a day on the way back and it had been an uneventful trip other than she had got to see the county and stay in motel rooms on her own.Now she had no idea where any of those things were, her mom’s pimp had took the car right after taking her phone, he’d gotten the cards sometime later, he had beaten her up a bit, when he found out she’d had them and not told him, that was the night he’d tried to **** her. When I asked why she had not called me sooner, she explained for weeks he had not let her out of his sight, she has not been in school or back to work.She was had also been afraid for her mother, until that last night, when her mother had tried to help him **** her, now she was done with them.Angela had been appalled when she saw Brittany was tagged and sealed, at first Brittany thought it was about the piercing, but then she realized it was because her mother’s pimp could not **** her with them in.The pimp was just pissed and said he was just going to ripping them out of her, until her mom stopped him from it, by telling him it would hurt the value of her pussy, and he could just cut them off tomorrow. After beating on her for it, he and her mom shot up, Brittany was afraid they would use the needle on her too, but they were short on d**gs and did not want to waste them. When they passed out she ran.Since leaving that night she’d slipped back into the house one time and grabbed some clothes and money she’d hid. Most her clothes had been ruined; she was surprised he had not found the money she had squirreled away, once she saw balıkesir rus escort bayan her room.We all fell asleep in one bed Brittany cuddled between Ashlynn and me, clean warm and safe.Upon waking I made two calls, my bank to report the ATM card stolen, I told them I did not know how long it had been missing but to close the card, I would take care of it when I got home, and I then the charge card.Brittany woke to kisses from Ashlynn, while I was calling. She starched naked in the bed, and look so much better than she had last night.She suddenly jumped from the bed and fell to her knees at my feet, asking if I needed relief?I had not really thought about it, I’d awaken worrying about the accounts and had not even though of peeing.I told her I was there to take care of her needs first, but she move between my legs and looking up said “Mr. Xxxx I need to do this for you, this is my normal, please, you did not let me serve you last night, please don’t deny me this now, please, Sir, please”.I spread my legs as I was on the phone with the Charge Card Company, Brittany took me into her mouth and it took me a sec, before I could let loose my stream but she drank greedily, sucking me dry and then going to work at getting me hard.Her clothes were trash; she had spent a few days in a cheap motel before running out of money. She’d had enough for two week at their weekly rate, but the guy working the desk would only rent to her by the day, no ID. Burning through her money in just days. He’d locked her out telling her “they could work out some arrangement for her rent” She’d told him she needed her Birth control first, it was in her room and he’d let her back in to get it. Telling her ten minutes, she’d called me, slipped out and ran, walking all the way to the airport where she waited till we got there.(Cleaning up and going home)I called down and got a rental car, then called and confirmed the return flight for three. Brittany had on my tee shirt from yesterday, it fit her like a dress, a pair of Ash’s panties, they were a little small, as we hopped into the rental. First stop buy her some clothes, just something to wear till we got her home, and a few other items.Hel*mart is good for some quick one stop shopping I will give them that. I did not know what all we would need, so we grabbed, strapping tape, zip ties, a propane torch(hope we don’t need that) leather work gloves for me, after getting Britt something’s to wear. We were out in under an hour.Next we pulled up a few houses down from her mom’s place. It was the start of what got her Hooking, part of the deal for rent was she to slept with the landlord, at first it was just him but after a time he had her sleeping with some of his “friends”, her boy-friend had worked the deal for her, by then she was no longer working because of the d**g use, shortly after that he was pimping her out full time, it was then she found out her boy friend had worked out the deal rus escort balıkesir with the friends, and then she was on the street. It’s a shame, because she was a good looking lady, if she’d of wanted to she could have been a high class call girl instead of a street whore.Leaving Ash in the car with the motor running, in case we needed to make a quick getaway, Britt and I slipped up to the door, with me standing to the side Brittany looked in then knocked, and took a small quick step back.There was some sounds of life inside, Britt leaned out and knocked harder, hollering who she was and that she was back for her things.He ripped the door open eyes squinting against the light (just like Britt said he would), he was blindly stepping into the bright of day Arm reaching out to get a hold of Britt and never saw me there.I’m kind of a big guy, I have done Hard physical work most my life, by choice. I have been in more than a few fights; this was not really one of them.I popped him right in the throat, it was a long punch, he never saw it. It pushed him back peddling into the room, I followed in with a quick look for more trouble, there was no one there. As he stop flailing, I kicked him square in the balls (steel toe boots) just as fucking hard as I could, it picked him up off the floor as he came down doubled over I caught him with an upper cut I’d brought up from the floor, landing right on his nose (the gloves and strapping tape came in handy). He landed flat on his back, bleeding and u*********s, I took a step into the second kick to his balls (not my plan, for him to ever use them again), then rolled him over so he would not choke to death on the puke he was coughing up.Brittany was quick with the zip ties, and while she trussed him up I did a quick walk through the house, he was alone, well alone with his d**gs. I got a cold wash cloth to clean him up a bit and ammonia so I could ask him a few questions.We were out with Brittany’s ID’s and the info on where her car was, and we’d never needed the propane torch. He’d forged my name and sold it at a title lone place where he knew someone, we ran by there, the car looked like shit, it had been new just months ago, he must have driven the hell out of it, before getting rid of it, I called Police Sergeant Bob back home, and let him know what was up where it was who took it, and what kind of shape the guy was in, and the d**gs around the place, and Britt’s mom working the street, and he said to get the hell out of there, and get home he’d make some calls.We dropped the gloves, tape, zip ties, and unused propane (pimps ball are happy about that) in a dumpster behind the burger place we grabbed lunch at, and the car at the airport, and were on the way home before dark.Without her paper work we were going to have some trouble getting Britt back into school, but it will be worth it.In the bathroom of the plane Britt and I joined the mile high club too, it was cramped but nice, we were slow and easy, she climbed on to me wrapping her legs around me and held me tightly as we rocked gently, she did not cum but I think she more wanted the closeness, as I held her just as tight as she was holding me she whispered Thank You Mr.Xxxx with each stroke, coaxing me to cum.Back in the seat the girls dozed cuddling and I though, “hoped my truck fixed when we get home”.

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