Katie Learns Not to be a Whore 02

Katie (F13) needs the morning-after pill from me, but she’s going to have to work to get it.

Katie gets in the car at three-forty five precisely.

I’m relieved. There was always a chance that she wasn’t coming.

I’ve parked up at the supermarket – much less obvious than the school. She’s presumably said goodbye to her friends, walked through the supermarket from the pedestrian side, and entered the multi-story. Nobody will think anything of it.

“Have you got it?” she says.

“Your phone and the pills are at home,” I say.

I think about kissing her to make a point, but we’re not that private.

“Oh,” she says.

“We’ll drive back home, make love and you can take the pill afterwards,” I tell her.

“I’m just here for the pill,” she says.

“Yeah,” I reply. “But since you’re taking it anyway, we may as well do it again.”

Her hand goes to the door handle.

“Don’t” I say.

Her hand hovers.

“Don’t make me do anything you’ll regret,” I say.

Her hand goes back to her side.

“Good,” I say. I start the car and drive off. I’ve not been in the car park long enough to need to pay.

“We’re in a sexual relationship now,” I tell her.

She nods.

“I didn’t actually pay you for last night,” I say. “I hadn’t forgotten. I wanted you to think about what accepting money for sex would mean. Do you want me to pay you now?”

“No,” she says quietly.

“That’s good,” I tell her. “You’re not a whore, are you? Not really. Last night was a mistake, but it’s turned out alright.”

“Yes,” she says.

“I know last night was rough, but it will get easier.”

We sit in silence until we reach the house.

As I enter I shout “Hi honey, are you back?”

There’s no answer. My wife should still be at work for a good couple of hours. I give her a call.

“Hey. I’m going to get some stuff from the supermarket in a little while. Do you need anything?…Ice-cream, the usual flavour? Right you are.”

I put the phone down. I didn’t ask her when she was leaving. Even if she walked out now it would take her forty minutes to get back. That’s a good number to keep things on track. Katie will be missed if it’s much longer anyway.

“Upstairs,” I tell her. She follows me into the master bedroom.

“Undress.”

She just stands there.

“It’s okay,” I tell her. “You have a beautiful body. Let me see it.”

She still doesn’t move. I raise a hand.

Now she moves quickly. A moment later and her clothes are all on the floor. I get a much better view of her thirteen-year-old body now than I did last night. She has a prepubescent appeal, small breasts, and no arse, but soft skin and a fragile beauty.

“Bed,” I say.

There’s no resistance this time. She goes and lies down straight away.

“Open your legs.”

There’s some hair there but not much. Her pussy is a perfect slit, no labial lips hanging down.

I start to undress, slowly. “You ever touch yourself?”

She’s embarrassed but nods.

“Do it now.”

Again, she’s motionless.

“I’m going to ram my cock into your cunt in about sixty seconds. It’ll help you if you’re wet, but your call.”

Her hand goes to her privates and makes some half-hearted motions. I stand there watching her.

I told myself I was going to make this special for her. Maybe if she’d have been warmer to me I would have done. But I’m going to enjoy breaking her more.

I reach for the dresser and get out some lube. I rub a bit on my cock.

Then I make good on my promise. I slam into her hard, pushing all the way in in one go.

“There you go, honey. Doesn’t that feel good?”

I look into her eyes, daring her to defy me. She looks away.

I ride the little slut hard. She’s a tight little cunt and she squeezes my dick firmly.

“You’re mine,” I tell her as I thrust. “You ever pull that shit you pulled last night with anyone else and I will hurt you. Clear?”

She’s still moaning and biting her lip and doesn’t answer. For just a moment, I stop fucking her.

“Clear?” I say.

“Yes,” she says quickly.

“Good,” I tell her as I resume. “You’re better than that.”

She’s a passive fuck, of course, but her face tells all and I vary my thrusts to see her reactions. I settle on one with her hips lifted just a little off the mattress. That seems to make her gasp with every stab.

Just as I’m reaching my peak, her vagina clamps around me for just a second and seems to quiver. It’s gone a moment later, but it was there. She closed her eyes and made no sound. Then she’s moaning again.

I fill her teen twat up with my seed. As before, I don’t hurry to pull out. I like this moment – peace in victory.

“Kiss me,” I say and to my surprise she does. There’s actual passion there or at least the illusion of it.

“Right,” I say when we part. “Shower. No wait. Use the shower head. Lower half only. Freshen up your face at the sink.”

As she washes, I reach into my work bag and pull out the Plan B. I’m tempted not to give it to. I muse on what she’s look like with an eight-month bulge on that tiny frame and I like the idea. That’s not something to mess with now.

When she comes out, I hand her the pill and a glass of water and she takes it wordlessly.

I check my watch. “About right,” I say.

We get in the car and start the drive back to yours.

“You told anyone?” I ask her.

“No, of course not,” she says instantly.

“Not, what was her name, the whore?”

“Lucy,” says Katie. “No, never.”

“Don’t,” I say. “Tomorrow tell her you’re never going to do that kind of thing.”

I pause.

“Actually, do you know the names of any of the dads she’s slept with?”

“I think she only blows..”

“Names?” I ask again.

“I don’t know,” she says.

“In which case, tell her you’re thinking about it and get some names.”

“Okay,” she says. “I’ll try. When will I see you again?”

Fuck me. I’ve done nothing for her and she’s still keen. I haven’t actually got a next move. I’m going to need a long term plan if this isn’t going to all explode in my face.

“I’ll be in touch.”

We pull into her drive and just as she’s about to get out, she leans in to kiss me. I push her away. She realizes she’s being careless and gets out without another word.

I go to the supermarket and buy the ice-cream and some beers and am back well before my wife.

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