BUT THAT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN

Friday night. Time for my usual short cut through the park and head for Benny’s Burgers. I can taste the cheddar cheese, bacon, Kosher dill slice and onion. That and an ice-cold beer, just cannot beat it. Spring was slowly turning to summer, and the night was still a bit brisk. So why is there a girl sitting on a bench in shorts, tee shirt and tennis shoes on a chilling night? So, I stopped and got out. She gave me a type of now what look. Don’t shoot, I’m unarmed.

“Can I be of some help? Are you hurt?”

“No. I ran off.”

Now this young lady didn’t appear as though she ran away from home, I had a gut feeling there was another reason. When she turned her head into the park light, I saw the bruised cheek.

“Where are you going to go?’

“Who cares, just away from here. I am fucking tired of his beating on me.”

“I have an offer. Don’t take it the wrong way either. Would you accept a burger and a spare room. At least you would have a meal and a roof. And I will help as much as you want. I’m not pushing a thing. If you want to leave tomorrow that’s your choice.

“I might as well, I sure don’t see a better offer right now.”

We got back to my place, divided our Benny Burgers. I asked her if she wanted a beer, hell might as well be shot a sheep as a lamb if she underage. She accepted.

“I’m going to watch some tv, do you want to watch something or go to bed?”

“I’m going to bed. It’s been a crappy day”.

“That’s fine. The john is in the hall. If you want to freshen up or anything. And there are locks on both doors.

“It doesn’t matter. I tried locking the door once before. He kicked it down, slapped me five or six times, grabbed my hair, threw me on the bed, ripped my short from me and shoved it in my butt. I screamed and kicked but it only got worse. I don’t lock doors anymore.”

This guy must be found and stopped. This is not a human being.

Next morning, Saturday, I was having toast and coffee, when she peeked around the door to the kitchen. I think she slept well; her hair was combed, and she tried to look better by turning her tee shirt inside out.

“Good morning. Did you get any sleep? I have toast and Cheerio’s to offer.”

“Coffee and toast would be great. I did sleep well. It was nice not to worry about someone coming in and shoving a dick in you. Even if you don’t know your attacker. And I locked the door. It felt good, not meaning I wondered you would do anything.”

“Would you want to stay until you find out what you want to do?”

“God, I would love it. You have no idea how good it feels to be safe.”

“Would you like to shop for some other clothes? Then we can take those out back and burn them and maybe a bad memory or two?”

I’m ashamed to go to a nice store with you. I don’t want people to think you beat me.”

“I would never be ashamed to be anywhere with you. By the way, what is your name? I’m Charlie, Charles Jacobs. I’m a paralegal. Kind of a high brow secretary for a lawyer.”

“He called me Tina; I hate that name and what it is attached to. My real name is Olivia, Libby if you don’t mind. And don’t worry about the beer, I’m twenty-four.”

Progress! The first smile. And she did not look twenty-four.

She said she would go to the secondhand shop with me. I felt horrible buying this girl stuff someone had worn before. She had been so demeaned already. I was very happy watching her pick out some things. Sometimes, she would look over at me for my approval. When she saw what she had in the basket, she turned to me with a strange sadness.

“What should I put back. I didn’t realize I had so much. I’ll put anything you don’t like back.”

I wondered might just as well set all the cards on the table and let the chips fall where they may.

“I want you to keep everything. You deserve them. Also, would you want to stop for some makeup? I promise you can keep that too.”

She was delighted. Off to the drug store we went. On the way there, I was trying to decide how I would tell Libby I wanted her to stay. I know I’m eight years older, but maybe that won’t bother her.

She bounced out of the store with her purchases and a smile you would only see on a girl at Christmas. She looked so happy, and her face was so much more relaxed. She hopped in the car and showed me everything she bought.

“Charlie, a, can I call you Charlie?”

“Absolutely!”

“Charlie, you have been so kind to me. Can I impose on your kindness a bit more. I promise not to ask for anything else.”

Well Don Juan, here is you opening to either be as happy as she is right now or put your tail between your legs and limp home.

“Libby, I have something I would like to ask you.”

“Sure, I’m sure you want to know more about my past, right.?”

“No, I’d like to ask you about your future. Would You stay with me, please? I am in love with you.”

“Charlie, I must be perfectly honest with you. You have been very kind to me. My answer does not reflect all the things you have bought for me, or the fact that you took me in off a park bench. Charlie, I’ve been in love with you since this morning over coffee. And I won’t be a burden. I will find a job and contribute to the household and-“

“Hold on a minute Libby. Let’s take one thing at a time. We get you settled in your room and go from there.”

A slight frown came over her.

“I can’t sleep with you?”

Well, Hot Damn and Hallelujah, Christmas came early this year. I couldn’t contain myself; I reached across the car seat and gave her a gigantic hug and kiss. When our lips parted, she had an huge smile on her face.

“Just one mor favor, Charlie. I have a bag at the bus station, in a locker. Will you take me to get it. You can see what’s in it if you want.”

“No, Libby, I trust you. Completely.”

After the bus station, we headed back to the house. Libby took a long hot shower and came out looking like another woman. And as we agreed, we took her old clothes to the back yard and burned them. Another great smile.

Sunday morning rolled around and another breakfast of coffee and toast. Libby spent the day in our room folding this and moving that. Had her ear buds in and was rocking it. I must admit, it was a real pleasure to watch. Watching her ass move from side to side. She would bend over, and those gorgeous tits would sneak a peek.

After dinner, Libby said she would clean the kitchen and meet me in the living room. After several minutes, Libby came crawling on all fours wearing a black leather collar, complete with leash, black heels and a fox tail hanging from behind. She was wearing nothing else.

She came to sit next to me on the floor with this amazing smile.

“Daddy, you need some relaxation. You have been driving me all over. Let me help you relax.”

She had the face of a woman and the sensuality of a Siren. She carefully undid my belt, pulled down my zipper and brought my swelling dick from my pants. She sucked it into her mouth and looked up at me with this sexual smile. She rode her lips up and down my shaft and spent time licking it from top to bottom.

“Follow me and I’ll undress you in the bedroom.”

She slowly undressed me and never forgot the raging dick before her. She knelt in front of me and swallowed it all the way to my pelvis and then licked my balls with it still in her mouth. She kept this up for about ten minutes and then ushered me to bed. She swung her leg over me and slid down on my aching pole. Raising and lowering herself in a rhythm stopping occasionally to let me suck her full breasts. Finally, I just grabbed her and pulled her to me so I could suck each breast for my pleasure. While I sucked and bit on each nipple, her round ass kept going up and down. She started to moan and purr. Then I felt her warm orgasm trickle down my shaft. She continued her pumping until she was finished. Then she turned around, held my dick, and slid it back into her wanting pussy. She started slow and easy, then increased the tempo until I could not withstand any longer. I shot a stream of hot lava then another into her. With each stream she would purr and moan. I couldn’t take it anymore and just collapsed. She got off me and turned with a little devilish smile and sucked my dick in her mouth again. Sucking and licking my balls as if nothing else mattered.

“I didn’t want to waste and of your first cum. So, I had to suck and lick it up. You got so hard and felt so good in me. I love the taste of your thick dick.”

We had several sessions of sex, and somewhere, somehow it all the time turned to lust. Libby was a wonderful partner. And she said she is more than pleased with my hungry sexual appetite.

For instance, I came home from work on a Friday, and she met me at the door. Cute top and shorts, bare footed as usual.

“Daddy, please take your shower, dinner is almost ready, and I want to be sure it is hot when you sit down to eat.”

It wasn’t long before Libby had become a wonder Sub. And all the time there when I had a hard on. She was washing dishes and I got behind her and grabbed her. She turned around, gave me a kiss, turned again dropped her pants and I just slid it in. She bucked back to every one of my lunges into her wet waiting pussy. When we had finished, she made sure she never lost a drop. That is life with Libby.

So, I finished my shower and went to the table in my robe. Libby was naked, laying on the table, arms and legs spread just waiting for my tongue and then my dick.

“I hope it is the way you like it, Daddy. It’s all for you, and you alone.”

I shoved my face between her legs and began lapping like a dog dying of thirst. Libby was moaning and purring and pushing her pelvis in my face. I grabbed her svelte legs in a death grip and started sucking and licking like a man possessed. When she came it was wild. She was bucking and panting and groaning. I would not release her legs and kept licking her clit. Then it happened:

“Oh God, please. Please, I’m going to have a heart attack. Daddy, Daddy, I love you so much. You made me cum harder than I ever have. Oh, Daddy, thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve a Daddy like you. Daddy, hold me, please hold me. “

Libby sat up from the table, and I wrapped my arms around her. Her breath still had not caught up with her. She buried her head in my shoulder saying I love you and thank you. I held her so close, kissing her hair and squeezing her naked body against mine. She looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“Daddy, you are always so good to me. You give me love, a home, self-worth. You gave me life. Daddy, please never let me go. Please.

“Libby, you are the most precious person to me. You made a dull life a life of fun, love, and laughter. Hugs and kisses. And you are a very good girl when we go out. I am so proud to have you next to me where you belong when we meet people. You never forget to stand exactly on my right side.”

“When I broke the vase last week. You gave me ten swats and I had to stand in the corner. You made me clean it up by bending over not allowing me to get on the floor. You didn’t take me or swat me again. Before, I may have had a broken arm or at least a few good bruises. You saved my life. But please find out, I love you for you not just because you save me from hell.

Our living and loving went on for about a month and a half. I came home from work on a Tuesday night. When I walked in the door Libby was crying and shaking like the devil himself had been there.

“Libby, what in hell happened. What’s going on? Are you hurt, are you in trouble?”

“No Ddddaaddy. I’m not hurt or in trouble. My friend Andrea is still with that monster. She called and said his car wouldn’t start and it was her fault. She doesn’t even drive. OH, DADDY HE’S GOING TO KILL HER WHEN HE GETS HOME!!! Dddaaaaddddyy, please help Andrea.”

Libby just collapsed in her tears and sobs. I was certain she was gonna have a breakdown.

“Libby. Libby. Look at me.” She did. “I know you have the address. Let’s get going, now.”

When we arrived the house, if you want to call it that, there were boarded windows. Shingles hanging from the roof and side of the house. This is what Libby fled. Shit. We walked up and the house was dark and quiet as a cemetery at midnight. Libby led me around to the back where there was a door barely hanging by one hinge. It led into the kitchen. I walked in first. Libby had a death grip on my shirt tail. The smell of metal covered the interior. We walked into what I wondered would be the living room. There sat Andrea. Covered in blood. She was sitting next to a dead man with the kitchen knife still stuck in his chest.

“Andrea. Andrea, it’s Tina. I have a friend here to help you leave this hell. Andrea. Look at me.”

Andrea looked up at Libby. Her eyes were wide open. She was shaking severely.

“Andrea. Andrea. Look at me baby”

Andrea finally recognized who was talking to her. She reached out and grabbed Libby. She started to scream.

“Tina. Tina. I killed that bastard. I killed him for what he did to you and me. I fucking killed him so no other woman would go through our hell. Tina, I killed him.”

She was sobbing uncontrollably in Libby’s arms. It was time for a reality check.

“Tina, we got to get out of here before someone gets wise. We got to move fast, and we got to move now. Take that blanket off the sofa and wrap it around Andrea. We gotta get outta here before the cops get here.”

We basically carried Andrea to the car. Libby got in the back seat with her. She was still shaking and crying.

“Where are we going?” asked Andrea.

Libby looked at me like what IS our next move.

Andrea was whimpering and finally asked me, “What are you going to do to me?”

I said “How about a Benny Burger, a hot shower and a warm, comfortable bed. And by the way Andrea, what he has done to you. That won’t happen again.”

Departed Soul