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Published : 19 November 2020

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Story Code: M/W, Underage fantasy

In a parallel universe where the government believes in live and let live...where all people are allowed to have their own sexual peccadilloes without fear of censorship or censure...I'm in our cities largest bookstore, looking for some exciting reading for the weekend. The thrill was intense I was hoping that my favourite author had released her much awaited, 'Part Time Worker' in our local bookstore and I was also hoping to have a civilised chat with the pretty assistant at the counter about how soon they would be getting a copy of her various published novels. I'm sure she'd be sweet enough to have a look on her computer screen for me to see if they had a due date for any future deliveries. Her eagerness to please make her eyes light up as she sees Isabella's name is on their list...

"Oh yes, on Monday we're expecting two boxes of...let's see...'That Damned Magazine'. Do you know that one?"

I nod and smile in encouragement which makes her blush with pride at doing a good job. She carries on checking the list with enthusiasm:

"And let's see...oh yes on Wednesday we're getting another two boxes of 'An Isabella Collection' which it says...includes 'Book Club', 'Coffee Morning', 'Hotel Girl' and 'How I discovered I was a...', OH!"

"I'm sorry. What was that last one?" I ask politely, well aware of the full title but enjoying the girl's sweet discomfort and not concerned by the arrival of another customer behind me.

"Um ...... it says whore", she whispered while leaning in close towards me, showing some nice cleavage and breaking all kinds of covid regulations.

I act dumb and she says more loudly in cute exasperation:

"How I discovered I was a WHORE!"

The customer behind gasps at this.

"Ah yes, that's an excellent story. Thank you so much, will you put one of each aside for me to collect the same time next week please?"

"Of course, enjoy your weekend Sir", she says with a knowing smile, having regained her composure.

"Oh I will enjoy myself reading this..." I say shaking the book in front of her, "...See you next week"

She smiles sweetly and doesn't seem offended by my eyes drifting down to her cleavage and back up slowly. In fact she looks quite proud again as she addresses the next customer.

"Sorry about the wait madam, how can I help you?"

I glance at the very well dressed 30 something woman as she scratches her head and asks the assistant in a confused tone:

"Er I hope you can help me. My son has asked me get him a book for his birthday but I can't find it anywhere. He said it's a story about the Lockdown and in two parts but I've forgotten who he said the author was"

"Oh Ok, don't worry, do you know what type of type of novel it is, it's genre perhaps?", the willing young assistant asks.

"Well not really, he just said it was about how a family coped with the lockdown and there was lots of action in it. Oh and he said there were animals in it too. He loves animals you see, as does his little sister. Oh I'm such a dizzy one for forgetting the writer's name...oh just a moment...dizzy rings a bell...not dizzy or lizzy..."

"How about Izzy?" I suggest from two metres away where I've been flicking through 'Part Time Worker', waiting for the rain to stop, with a throbbing erection no doubt. "As in short for Isabella. I know that the lockdown stories have been very popular."

"Oh yes!" my super efficient friend at the counter exclaims. "It's here on my screen. A very well written tale of how one family escape the chains of Lockdown, full of family fun and ALL true lovers of animals will enjoy this! According to a local newspaper review. That's probably why we're sold out at the moment, I'm so sorry but we do have an order in for three boxes to be delivered the week after next".

"Oh dear", the worried mother sighs, "it's my son's birthday next Tuesday so I'm going to have to let him down. Thanks for your help though and you too sir", she says forlornly with a nod in my direction.

"I'll tell you what, you could have my copy until the delivery comes in", I suggest calmly, even though pervy thoughts are racing through my mind. "It would be a shame to deprive your son of the book on his birthday. It's still in quite good shape even though I've used it a lot"

The relieved mother doesn't question why I said 'used' instead of 'read' the book and is just grateful to receive my help. We swap address details and I arrange to drop the book off on her son's birthday. She says that he'll be so excited at becoming a teenager so he might need calming down with a good book. I agree and offer to read the story with him if she thought that might help.

"Oh that would be lovely", she responds happily, "I doubt we'll be seeing his father on the day so it would be great if you could guide him with his reading a bit."

"It would be my pleasure," I say very earnestly and I catch a glance of the shop assistant smiling knowingly at me again. "He'll be thirteen then, did you say how old your daughter was?"

"She's 9, turns 10 just before Christmas so it's always difficult and expensive to find things to keep them entertained at this time of year."

"Well I'd be happy to read the story with her too. Would your son mind her being there as well?"

"No I don't think so. They get on pretty well really, seem to do a lot with each other. Maybe it's because they're not real brother and sister. Ella is adopted you see. It would be very kind of you to entertain both of them, thank you so much."

"Not at all, see you on Tuesday then."

I step aside for the relieved mum to leave the store and, at the risk of being a pain in the arse to the ever willing assistant, I ask her where the gents is. She looks a bit strangely at me, then glances at her watch before pointing to the rear of the shop and replying:

"Over there but they can be difficult to find. It's my lunch break in five minutes so if you're happy to wait I'll take you through"

Her tone is different and I'm curious to see why her demeanour has changed so I wait the five minutes, happily enjoying your story, before she silently leads me through to the gents. I'm shocked when she literally leads me in by walking through the door and quickly checks that the room is empty.

I'm unusually lost for words and wait for her to say something after she's pushed a bin against the door.

"Do you want to do it out here or in one of the cubicles?", she asks.

"Er ...you want to fuck?"

"I do yes. You being around so much today has got me thinking differently and those pheromones of yours must have been jumping all over me 'cos I badly need that cock of yours inside me...but it'll cost you"

"You what?"

"You know what I mean. I can't believe you haven't paid for sex before..." I think, 'the cheeky minx!' "...and this will be how I 'discovered' I was a whore, like the story title says. Real whores get paid to shag don't they?"

"Yeah OK then, 40 sound OK?"

This puts her off her guard a bit so I take advantage and use my usual tactics when getting what I want from a prostitute.

"Maybe an extra fiver if I can do you bare and fill you up in whatever hole I choose!"

"I don't know about that...I was thinking 50 but with a condom"

"OK, final offer, 50, but definitely no condom...and you need to pretend to be my daughter"

She shakes her head but I can tell she's aroused in some ways as she undresses compliantly before me.

"Suck me first than I'll do you against the wall..."

I let her suck me for 2 minutes, "Mmmm that's it baby, feed on daddy's cock like a good little girl!"

She's a keen little cocksucker and when she unlocks her mouth from my dick and prepares to take it from behind she looks back and asks:

"How old is your daughter? I need to know to give the best service as her stand in!"

I groan in lust as I spread her invitingly tight pussy lips and stuff her full of cock, leaning against her soft body and I whisper into her ear:

"She's 9, be 10 just before Christmas and, with any luck, I'll be doing her just like this next Tuesday..."

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