How I found my freedom and new life at age 13
It was two weeks after my 13th birthday when I made my decision to break free from a life of abuse and make my own life. It was something I had been planning since my 10th birthday. I was raised by a single teen mom who had been kicked out of the house when i waa born. Raised in motel rooms where I witnessed mom having sex on an almost nightly basis with strangers.
Mom had learned that the men would pay her more if she allowed them to touch or lick my pussy, or if i played with their cock’s. So at a age 10 I had to learn how to give men blow jobs. Mom seemed to love watching what was happening to me. I quickly learned that I liked the taste of a man’s cock and his cum filling my mouth
What I hated was the angry abuse from mom when she was drunk or high. She would yell at me, slap me, basically make my life hell. She frequently told me how I had ruined her life or how she wishes that i had never been home. The worst was when she would just flat put ignore me. I finally got my own bedroom when mom moved us in with Darren, a guy she met while at her job as a stripper, when i was 11. Soon after moving in Darren became just another guy that I would have to let touch me or give blow jobs to.
I started to think about running away, and just before my 12th birthday, I discovered a shoe box in the back corner of the hall closet. One had mom’s name on it, the other had Darren’s name on it. I opened mom’s box one night as they both slept, inside was money, mostly 20s but also a lot of bigger bills. Something told me to start taking from that box. Usually just a twenty or two daily. I stashed my growing little fortune in a secret spot in my room. With money building up, I started to research cities and dreaming of where I could run away to. The city that I chose was Vegas. I would figure out where to live when I got there, I was even okay with sleeping on the street if I had to.
Starting on my 12th birthday, I would add a little more clothes to my rolling suitcase and a duffle bag. Then on a particularly abusive night from both mom and Darren, I waited for them to go to sleep and slipper out of the house with my stuff quietly. I knew they would be asleep for at least 10 hours. I walked in the night to the bus station, and once there, realized that i was too young to buy a ticket on my own.
I was sitting on a bench at the far end of the station, crying when a man approached and asked if I was okay. He was an older man who looked very caring. I allowed him to sit down with me, I didn’t mind when he put his hand onmy shoulder to console me. He asked why was running away and where was I going. I told him about mom and Darren, but had left out the whole sexual abuse thing
“You definitely deserve a better life Hannah, I live in Vegas, how about I buy your ticket and you can ride with me”
I wanted to cry for joy and when I reached for my purse to give him money, he told me it was his treat. Soon i was seated in the back of a greyhound bus with Dr Ray. He was so easy to talk to, and had told me when he bought the tickets that I could just make it up to him along the way. I liked Dr Ray a lot.
We were a fee hours into what would seem like an endless trip on the bus. I had my head on Dr Ray’s shoulder trying to sleep when I felt his hand between my thighs, I had shorts on, his hand was on my bare skin. I kept my eyes closed except for a small slit to peek out of. I saw his hand move to my crotch and start rubbing my pussy. I kept my sleeping like breathing going and pretended to shift in my sleep, parting my legs a little. I felt the button of my shorts open and the zipper come down. His hand slid into my panties. He had paid for my trip to freedom, so I kind of liked being touched by him, my pussy grew wet at his touch.
I saw him undo his jeans and take his cock out. Even in the dark of the bus I saw that it was nice sized cock. His free hand was stroking it, the seats blocking the view from the driver and few sleeping people on the bus. I opened my eyes and looked at him, then his cock, then his hand in my shorts. He gave me the look that he had been busted. I decided ‘why not’ and as his hand left my shorts, I slipped off of the seat onto my knees between his legs. Dr Ray was giving me a look of curiosity and surprise.
I began to stroke his cock slowly as I looked up at him with sweet smile, I still had the look.of youthful innocence even with my tortured upbringing. I began to circle the head with my tongue, kissed up and down the shaft. Then took it into my mouth the way I had done to so many cock’s over the years. Only this time was different. I wanted to do this, I wanted to repay Dr Ray for freeing me from my tortured life.
On my knees in the middle of the night, in the middle of who knows where, i was savoring the Dr’s cock and I could have done it all night. I could just make out the sounds of his moans over the sound of the bus engine. The floor vibrated my knees. As I held his cock and stroked him with one hand, slid my hand in my still unbuttoned shorts to finger myself. My head was bobbing on his cock faster and heard him start to mumble that he was about to cum. I kept his cock in my mouth until he exploded in my mouth. Dr Ray unleashed a huge load, some of it leaking out of mouth, which i pushed in with a finger.
I got back in my seat and smiled at him. He looked to the front of the bus and when the driver wasn’t glancing in his big rear view mirror, Dr Ray slipped off the seat and between my legs. He pulled my shorts and panties down and off of one leg. I parted my legs wider and pretended to be asleep. One of his hands moved under my shirt, up to my small breasts. His lips kissed my inner thighs, his free hand began to caress my pussy. Doing this on a moving bus with people around was exciting, what if one of them needed the bathroom?
Dr Ray’s lips moved to my pussy. Kissing around it at first, blowing on it gently, building the anticipation. Then his lips met my pussy and my mind ran wild. His tongue licked me in ways that none of my moms friends or Darren had ever done. He was a gentle lover who wanted me to truly enjoy being eaten out. The feel of his hand on my breast and his tongue on my pussy drove me wild. His tongue knew just how to give attention to my clit. I had to bite my lip to keep from making noise, which was even more difficult when his tongue brought me to an orgasm quickly.
Dr Ray helped me get my panties and shorts back on before sliding back into his seat. I laid my head against him, his arms around me and fell asleep, not caring if anyone at home had discovered that I was gone yet.