Story 1

I couldn't stop from being snared in her ornamental display. Like an alabaster statue draped beneath light diffuse through prisms of fine jewels. Her skin bleached from the luminous light of azure and toroequise sapphire, hair fueled by blazes of rubies burning the purist of reds, lips smelted from the refined emeralds taken from the swashes of debris left in the destruction of Oz, and large eye's chiseled and polished from great rocks of yellow quartz trenched deep within the Earth. Swinging her hips to the beat of techno ripping through the air of the club like a dancing bird-of-paradise packed in the dense recesses of the rain forest searching for a suitable mate - she put on a dazzling show.

She looked dissatisfied, scorning towards me. An ivory cigarette holder slid between her thumb, index and middle finger just like the goddess of classic cinema, Audrey Hepburn. Her hips swung outwards in a wide arc giving praise to her little ass beneath the short skit of the leather dress upholstered over her body.

'I'm worth your time,' I pleaded with the little girl intent on gaining favor.

She stopped dead and looked me over. 'I've got a lot of time.' Ignoring me her mind wandered back to the music, her legs wandered to the beat.

My dance is a different kind of display. I reached for my wallet fumbling it open. 'Do you have money?' I knew she had money, I knew it's all she wanted but I needed to look desperate.

Keeping her distance she took a step in my direction eyeing the thick stack of bills unimpressed. 'You've got a 50 on the outside,' she observes. 'Are the rest ones?'

Our eyes met momentarily before she turned and returned to dance. I was scenery to her, like a grey dingy road patched with asphalt under your car as you cruise down the road, it didn't impress her. It shouldn't impress anyone. We should all be so lucky to live a life demanding inspiration of action during every moment as time itself allots.

'I got more,' I took out the stack spreading them in my fingers flipping them around so she could see all the bills; my life savings. She looked me over again like I was someone she had never seen before. She took a long drag on the cigarette and held her lungs full while eying my money - her money. Exhaling through her nose like a great and powerful breast behind the body of an insatiable child never shown the backside of an authoritative hand she conceded my value, 'count it.' Idly she watched as each bill swept from one hand to the next.

The bills are uncirculated right from the printer making them difficult to separate as I counted through nearly half what I had, '500-50-600-50-700-50-800-50.' My hands stopped, I eyed the girl. If I'm worthwhile she'd stop me, but her eyes danced over my money like a dog waiting for its master to throw the ball. Sometimes it takes a lot to buy worth, like fur coats and diamond encrusted jewelry, but how much did she need me to compensate her for one hour? I continued past a thousand, emptying one hand and filling the other; my lively hood in this hand and the thrill of momentary pleasure in that hand. 'Two-thousand one-hundred and fifty dollars,' I extended the wad of cash towards her. Pessimism took me thinking she would throw it at my feet laughing hoarsely while puffing down a lungful of burning tobacco.

Instead, she took it in her hand, playing it with. The stack of bills is light, maybe less than she normally charged. She scanned the sea of moving bodies giving consideration to the fact she isn't doing anything else. Maybe she thought I was an easy hook, shy and lonely just looking for some feeling of love. Hopefully I looked desperate enough and sounded obedient enough so she wouldn't have to worry I'd be looking for anything kinky. I wasn't. What I wanted, the only thing I could keep my mind focused on for the better part of a year was sliding my cock inside the tight velvet tunnel of a prepubescent cunt. I tried molesting my niece by following all the guides. But, as they all say in those treasured tomes, kids are less trustworthy the older they become. I found Casey uneasy and couldn't keep a secret; I ended up dropping the whole thing before I got her shirt off because I figured she'd blow her mouth off to my sister, her mother.

My cock strained hard against my pants. I hunched forward to take some of the strain off, it gave me an appearance of eagerness and I'm certain that like every other joe-shmoe looking for a good time I'd pop off after a minute and she could go back to playing pedo-queen. 'What do you say, beautiful.' I smiled.

The hand with my money rose over her head baiting a large black male from the dark area of the club behind me. The brute took the money and grabbed me by the shoulder, turning me and leading me into an unlighted dingy hallway to the door situated on the far end. Before he pushed me inside he said very calmly - to paraphrase - that it would be opportune for me to conduct myself in a manner that is respectful unless I wanted my lifestyle to be regulated by a series of nurses and tubes.

The room was shit. Grimy pink shag carpet covered the floors, and the walls shared the same color scheme. The ceiling was white but years of smoke damage turned it yellow and splotchy. Several garish light fixtures dimly lit the room. A makeup table and large mirror sat along the wall and made it possible to watch yourself while on the bed which itself was lifted on 4 cinder blocks which a piece of plywood and two mattress stacked on top. A black light would reveal splotches of piss, shit, blood and most certainly semen. I wasn't offended. Sheets looked dry and made the event feel all the kinkier. In terms of feeding your appetite, fucking little girls is the tender pork chop entree that could only be made better by a drizzle of raspberry sauce - which I found in the fantasy of month long erotic play these bed sheets were saturated.

I settled myself on the bed taking several deep breathes. My erection continued screaming. I masturbated in the car to a picture of my niece in a bikini 10 minutes before coming inside and I felt confident I'd get my money's worth, what little was given. Light music faded in from a speaker in the corner filling the room with sappy instrumentals and lyrics.

Nicky walked through the door casually like it was all business. She wore the same outfit but wasn't as decorative. After wiping the makeup from her face she appeared far less interesting. Losing the glow that came from the neon club lights made her less provocative and exotic. She is an average preteen girl with a skinny body and creamy white skin. Her eyes were still big and beautiful but her lips less pouty and hair lost its fiery red zest. Attractive and fuckable, yes, but more normal and what I could already get in my niece or one of her friends, if I could secure their trust.

I held out my arm motioning her to take a seat at my side but she played the invitation off like a bad scene. Instead she went to the makeup table and sat looking at herself. I lowered my arm. 'Got a name?' I asked with a tenseness of feeling strung along like in a movie trailer that only showed a few good seconds towards the end.

She scattered the different makeup containers around on the desk like she was avoiding me. 'Nicky,' she sighed.

'My name is Benjamin.' I said without being asked. She made a sound of acknowledgement but wasn't paying attention. 'Do you want to sit on the bed?'

'I want to find my good lipstick,' she spoke with an annoyed tone. 'I think Beverly stole mine again.'

'I think you look great without it,' I complemented while watching her in the mirror. I thought she'd be happy to hear nice things said about her, it worked on my niece.

'Pry into my life more?' Her face twisted without even giving me the attention of a 'look.'

'I didn't mean to, I mean I just think you're really beautiful,' directing my hand over her features. 'And don't need makeup.'

'Oh my god! Save it.' She elated in a dying tone. 'I know I'm good looking because I get told all the time. That candy-ass shit won't work, you paid.' She slapped the desk, 'I need lipstick 'cause I'm not sucking your cock without it or my lips get all chapped. Do you care if I don't suck you?'

I hesitated with my answer. I wanted her mouth but wasn't keen on her running off to look for chapstick. 'Yea, I would, but we can stop before your lips chap.'

'Fuck.' She stood and walked over to me. 'What do you want first?'

My pulse pounded. 'Maybe a striptease and lap dance.' My voice trailed off a little at the end like I was asking a favor.

The music in the room was slow and better for cuddling or a slow fuck, but Nicky seemed generally oblivious to what was even going on in life at this very moment and just played out a generic routine she knew by heart.

Nicky's torso moved slowly around against her firmly planted feet. She inserted her index finger through her pursed lips sucking and licking it like she wanted my cock. Her right hand went through her hair while wiggling her hips, coming off her feet along the ball of her heel she twirled giving me a satisfying look at her body. Withdrawing her finger she moaned seductively pretending to be incredibly fucking horny. Reaching up to her right shoulder she slid the leather material down to her upper arm. She did the same with her right revealing the delicate precision that her neck fell into and across her broad shoulders over the round joint where her arms began.

Facing away from me she lifted her hair and asked me to unzip the back of her dress. When I had exposed all but her ass, she slid the dress down and over her hips letting it fall. Left in just a pair of little blue satin panties she again spun in circles with her arm hiding her chest. Her body swung like a pendulum, squatting to the ground and slowly drawing up along her legs and arching her body towards me close enough that I could lick her skin. Before I could lap her body with my tongue she would withdraw and spin and twirl faster to tease me with her sensual little body.

I spread my legs wide, 'come sit on my lap.' I was licking my lips, she obliged my request. For her it meant one step closer to being finished but for me everything slowed to a crawl as my adrenaline took over. Each of her steps is a beautiful waltz, one foot stepping in front of the other, her hips swaying from side to side, her arm hiding her flat chest and nipples - a tease. At my lap, she spun and sat herself against my raging cock. Her fat little ass rubbed my girth. She leaned back against my chest, her right hand rose to caress my face.

I moved my hands to her waist. A second after I touched her she faked a long moan. I loved her which I whispered continually as I roamed along the sides of her body. I repeatedly called, 'Nicky.' She would respond with the same false moan every time. I didn't care, I felt the vibration of the noise through her body with my hands which is what I always fantasized would happen with my niece, Casey, when I'd made her orgasm.

My hands continued exploring her body. My fingers kneaded at her little tummy which was soft and warm like the shag rug at my feet, but underneath was solid concrete, and Nicky had a firm underneath. Her body flexed and little muscles rippled from beneath her skin. She would relax and be soft again almost instantly.

'Can I touch your chest?' I asked between heavy breaths. I moaned, 'let me see your baby tities.' My hands prodded at her chest. Her arm fell away exposing her little puffy brown areolas and nipples that stood out a quarter of an inch. My fingers roamed savoring the rough brail of her nipples. 'So much smaller than Casey but they look the same,' I said almost causing myself to empty my balls.

'Who's Casey,' she asked absently.

'My niece.'

'Oh yea?' She responded, her arms moving behind my neck and grinding herself side-to-side. 'Do you fuck her?'

'No,' I stammered feeling my balls churning. 'I'm gonna pretend with you. I'm gonna show you what your teasing makes me do.' I squeezed her nipples roughly between my thumb and index fingers.

Pulling away from my body she turned and threw herself against me, her cleft pressing against my cock. 'Show me,' she provoked.

I lifted her by her ass, my hands groping her buttocks. I threw her down onto the bed. I climbed over her and started taking off my shirt.

While watching me undress she began rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her panties.

My hands shook and I couldn't figure out my own god damn belt. I breathed heavily watching her masturbate, 'you like rubbing your baby pussy?' I shuddered.

Nicky moaned, 'you like baby pussy?' Gyrating her hips in the air she added, 'I've got a tight little baby pussy. Just like Casey I bet.'

I shook my head laughing. She was completely full of shit but I loved it; the idea of role playing and she went along with it.

Nicky continued, 'you should fuck her before some older boy comes along and sticks his prick in twice and cums.' She sighed, 'what a waste of virginity.'

I nodded my head.

'Maybe I'm a virgin and my cunt is waiting for your large throbbing cock to deflower me.'

I couldn't stop myself from lunging at her. My pants weren't even completely off before I collapsed with my mouth against hers, my tongue inside massaging her tongue. My hips slowly ground against her pussy, the thin fabric of our underwear keeping us apart. I continued kicking my feet to free my legs.

I brought my mouth against her neck, my lips flecking her creamy skin. She tasted like cigarettes. It was embedded deep within the pores of her skin from years spent in night clubs. The flesh of this little girl exposed to the filth of the adult world, embedding herself inside to make money. I knew her pussy wasn't virgin, but rather had taken all manner of men. Being the slut she is would only make it easier for me to pummel the little thing - that entrance - the opening that let another human being inside. The physical anomaly of sexual reproduction in the female anatomy! This hole would take my cock and cradled it like a baby, which itself could make - so motherly. It was a warm blanket to the thing that hung from my body determined by a single chromosome. A simple start that diverts the physical form in two entirely separate directions giving one useless nipples and low hanging fruit, the other, a delicate form; curvaceous and smooth, her warm inviting wanting vaginal canal buried beneath the curtains of a delicate flower that bloomed on attraction. Nicky's attraction is money, and here she is open to me, spreading her sent like pollen to a bumble bee landing and rubbing itself in the succulent nectar of the flowering bud. This flower was still very much a bud regardless of how many bumble bees wormed their way inside. She is a shapeless and innocent little thing. Her hips were hardly formed, and her chest flat as a board, but it was the small delicate nature that you're drawn to, as if you could dry and press it in a hobby book, open, look and touch whenever you pleased - if only.

Wish as I might this were Casey, it wouldn't be. When I kissed Casey, playfully, I tasted vanilla. My touch always seemed innocent my hands lingered unusually long. She is less skinny and hadn't begun wearing a bra yet and her puffy nipples poked through all of her shirts and I brushed them whenever I could, it was an accident every time - I apologized so who would accuse me otherwise. I have lots of accidents.

My lips grazed over Nicky's breast. My mouth fell to her right areola and the little thing became entrenched between my teeth. I gnashed her little erect nipple causing a whine and her to wiggle her body away from me. I wouldn't let her. I held her by the shoulders and the weight of my body fell over her legs. I could feel her trying to kick but she was too weak. I suckled madly, pulling the skin around her breast away from the tissue and muscle beneath, stretching her skin to its limit as she cried out in painful ecstasy. I was dry fucking her now, my raging cock rubbing between her labia. Her clitoris poked just below my glans on that wonderfully tender spot that made your head go light like a balloon being filled with helium. My whole body went light to the point of bursting if the right little prick were to touch the right spot. To save myself from ejaculating I lifted my hips from her body. My mouth released her nipple and moved to her tummy. I kissed her belly as it rose and fell, as she breathed roughly between the shocks of pleasure. Nicky's belly is so delicate, round and ever changing between full and empty, soft and firm. The little dip of her navel represented the beginning of her life which I gave the utmost thanks for existing; praising and savoring it with my mouth. The cuteness of it was irresistible and she fought in annoyance and humor as I tickled the inside of the little hole with the tip of my tongue. My own Casey had a soft little outie which I only get to tickle when I rub suntan lotion of her bare belly during bikini season.

Nicky's little blue satin panties stood between me and heaven. My face pressed against her crotch smelling the acrid sent of her pussy juices. I felt her wetness through the fabric, its warmth, and the gentle convulsion of her vaginal entrance pleading for me inside. Even if she was full of shit - wasn't interested in me - her pussy craved cock. I took her panties in my mouth and sucked the juices from her underwear. Salty sweat, pungent lubricant, piss, and the vapors that I've heard all little girls possess scored my taste buds like a serrated knife. My senses were cut deep, rewriting my preferences of taste and smell; no longer pine sol or a freshly minted DVD case but prepubescent pussy. I wanted to wear her pussy like a surgical mask over my face.

I snarled ripping her underwear of her body in one violent motion like a ravenous lion eating the flesh of its dinner, I stood proudly over Nicky ready to feast on my catch. I dropped her underwear from my mouth and dove into her pussy. My mouth enveloped the smooth mound of pudgy flesh that made up her labia. Her lips parted easily while my tongue worked along her slit between asshole and clitoris. Her vaginal opening panged as I caressed it with the tip of my tongue, lapping the gushing fluids that poured from her body like a broken dam. Even as I drank and filled my belly with her taste like a man dehydrated after being stranded in the Sahara and discovering an oasis after hundreds of miles of mirages, I couldn't keep up with the flood from her pussy.

Nicky's hands raped my skull, her fingers clenching and pulling my hair - she writhed in agony. I was a determined man releasing years of pent up sexual frustration directly at this singular child's sex. I had wished there were other children I could pace myself with, a program somewhere that made it legal to experiment with little girls or boys - whatever your pleasure. I was content to never touch or fuck a child, rather only if they would jack my cock while fondling my balls, or kiss the tip of my cock while I masturbated. It's all I wanted. Having no reservations about propositioning this child, I cursed society for driving me to this lunacy. I gave up 2 month rent, food and bills to be between the long slender, soft and defined legs of this little girl; her plump cleft and round labia starring me in the face.

I gripped Nicky's ankles and spread her wide casting her vaginal opening from darkness. My tongue dove inwards and felt the strain of her convulsing pussy gripping at the intruder. Several moans escaped her mouth and her body arched upwards as her legs wrapped around my neck pulling me firmly against her prepubescent sex. Nicky screamed like a kidnapped civilian being tortured under threat of murder if she didn't obey my command - my money. I was well beyond the value proposition of tossing away my life's saving. For the money I gave up I engrained in my brain an experience I wouldn't soon forget.

I withdrew my tongue sensing Nicky's pussy scream and plead for my return. I climbed over her and brought my mouth to hers. She licked her own juices from my mouth. I fed her the same nourishment that revitalized my own body and sent my cock into wild frenzy. With our lips still locked I brought my hips forward until I felt my glans glide along her labia, smearing her sex with my precum. As she became more slick I began pressing my hips forward, grinding up and down between her clit and vaginal opening.

A spark jumped between us, my loins roasted in their own pool of lust electrified by the tip of my cock finding the entrance to her pussy, breaking through the little gaping hole. Our bodies were nearly one. This knowledge cast off all restraints. I pressed into her fighting the slight resistance her undersized pussy offered, which was nothing against my own fury, and I threw my head upwards and roared as inch after inch slid farther inside.

Nicky's insides stretched and tore to accommodate me, an act she was accustomed I'm sure, but my own fantasy was that this is Casey. Nicky's moans and grunts were Casey's pleas and cries for me to take it out or slow down. I was deflowering my own niece. The act is so clear and vivid in my head. I could feel and hear the tear of her hymen throwing her into womanhood and a future of cock pleasing. Her body would be alight in a surge of electrical signals roasting her brain at the painful expansion of her vaginal walls which strained to accommodate her uncle. I'd console her, tell her how much I loved her and what a good girl she is, but they were meaningless words to make her believe it was okay - who's to say it isn't? I'd give Casey unlimited pleasure, eat her pussy like I had Nicky's and she'd go to her friends sleepovers and show them what I taught her. Then, she'd bring them over and I'd babysit taking them one by one into the kitchen and stripping them with my teeth and tying them to the kitchen table and ravaging their bodies while everyone watched and jeered.

My cock ignited along the final stretch of deep fucking inside of Nicky. I was climbing the ladder to heaven ready to pass through golden gate. I approached the gate keeper, Saint Peter, but was denied. A strong hand that I was familiar with gripped my shoulder, and I suddenly felt myself floating through the hair. I watched Nicky rise from the bed, startled at the intrusion, and the large black man who escorted me into the room filled my vision as my ass struck the floor and I reared backwards rolling over myself and striking the wall, settling in a confused mix of pain and pleasure. Was I in the midst of orgasm and this some nebulous type out of body experience? Sadly, reality replaced transcendent pleasure, moans and grunts of animalistic savagery were replaced with the harsh rage of the black man pointing his finger in my face.

I strained to focus and hear what he was saying until I realized what was happening. The blood in my body seemed to drain from me and my cock lost all feeling and lay flaccid against my body. A wade of green money struck me in the face.

'Got some fucking big ass balls on you?' The man roared at me. 'Trying to fuck us over?'

Nicky piped, 'what the fuck is happening?!' She crawled to the end of the bed and starred at me then the large man, her body guard - I guessed.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of bills, 'these are yours. This is the real money.'

'What real money? How much is this?' She asked with a mix of confusion and disappointed to see the stack of bills even smaller than before.

'Our patron here, Benjamin was it? Only has $1100 in real money.' He crouched over top of me. 'Think you're real smart, almost pulled one over Benjamin, huh?'

I had thought I was smart. I thought they'd give me the benefit of the doubt as some loser looking for a good time willing to toss his money away. I hadn't accounted for the fact that they were just as smart or smarter. A little girl and some guy stupid enough to work out of a busy club, how smart was that really? 'Okay, okay,' I pleaded with my hands up towards the looming figure, my palms out trying to show I wasn't any harm and we could work it out.

Nicky climbed from bed and picked up her clothes.

'W-w-what are you doing.' I stammered with tunnel vision towards Nicky. I looked up at the man, 'there was 1100, let's just do a blowjob or something.' I probably should have kept my mouth shut.

Nicky responded, 'blow job will cost you $1000.' She stepped into her dress and pulled it up over her shoulders.

'There is $1100 in your hand,' I cried feeling my ultimate score escape my grasp. I pleaded endlessly for her to return.

The man added, 'yea, but fucking is $2000 and you only got $1000.' He made a fist and lightly knocked me across the face. 'You still owe Nicky $1000.'

Pain crept into my jaw causing me to slur, 'we didn't fuck. I didn't finish.' I pleaded again more uselessly this time, 'come-on! Okay, alright, I'll just get up and leave.' I felt my life was threatened and just wanted to get out.

He shook his head and clenched his fist again. 'Not until you pay up the thousand you owe.' Grabbing me by the shoulders he pulled me close to his face, 'do you have the money or not?'

My eyes narrowed and focused on his pupils filled with my reflection; I watched my smaller build shrink in the black infinity.

Nicky called over before stepping out of the room, 'you can't eat pussy for shit.' Laughing derisively she stepped out and disappeared just as the world went dark.

I recalled a massive fist struck my head harder than I'd ever experienced jolting my consciousness in a thousand different directions. Everything spun and tried to realign as light began to fill my eyes. My head and jaw ached and I found I was no longer in a room of red Capet and walls, rather I felt cold concrete and saw only a single dingy bulb hanging from the ceiling radiating a small circle in an otherwise dark room.

'Seeing as how you isn't gonna pay and I can't let you out of here because I doubt your lying ass come back,' the large man walked against the shadows in the room. 'We'll make a trade.' The sound of a blade being removed from it sheath echoed off the walls and ceiling.

Try as I might to get up and run or even plead wasn't going to work because I still couldn't fully comprehend up from left or down from light bulb. The man's large body crushed me, pinning down. Oddly, I asked myself at this very moment, if this is what Casey would feel as I raped her; that deep threatening voice, the force of an unmovable body, and now large hands gripping my genitals.

'Which one you want to keep, Benjamin, old buddy?' He laughed and sneered as his fingers worked over my ball sack. 'I think you're a righty, I'll take the left to keep you balanced.' His laugh boomed louder as everything went dark again.

Story 2

'These dresses, the new ones that come in are placed on the front displays,' 3 large pieces of fabric made heavy by lacing and beads fell over my outstretched arms. 'Cassandra isn't coming in until later so you'll be in charge of servicing any customers who may enter. You've watched Cass, it's very easy and you'll make very good commissions but you must remember.' She paused sticking a finger in my face bouncing it like a maestro conducting an orchestra. 'Anything they want. Understand, Tiffany?'

I replied hastily, 'Yes, ma'am.' I bowed my head to Mrs. Zahra, the store manager, my boss. With the large dresses safely in grasp I hobbled unsafely in 6-inch heels to the entrance area of the store to dress the manikins and set jewelry around the widely spaced displays. This was my first time acting as floor manager, a position I had worked for during the past 10 years to achieve.

It was just past noon when the store usually fell quiet. I took this time to fondle the new merchandise, the soft satins, cotton and polyesters danced against my skin. Everything we sell is from a local designer 'Parisha Label,' I pick out outfits, choose jewelry, and memorize stock levels. All the clothing comes with coordinated printout of what is meant to be sold in a set but if the client doesn't favor those items it's my job to assist and coordinate their outfit as they see fit.

High fashion can attract some of the most self-centered whores and sluts but the trade-off is being a part of the industry and given opportunities to work runway shows or apprentice for major designers.

'I'll get the door,' Mrs. Zahra sped by me, her heels smacking against the wood flooring as she made her way for the store entrance.

I moved to say I hadn't heard the buzzer, I hadn't even heard her racing through the story, but instead I stuck my head back to my work until she had disappeared down the hall to the front entrance. Our show was without front windows and highly exclusive. I moved into position to greet the client so she couldn't say anything to me about not hearing the doorbell on return. A girl emerged from the hall followed by Mrs. Zahra. I peered around them to see where the mother is but nobody else came in.

Mrs. Zahra charged ahead, 'Nicky, this is Tiffany. She will be assisting you with anything you need.' She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, 'big client.'

It seemed strange that a young girl would shop alone. 'Nicky, hello. What may I assist you with today?' I asked politely with my hand clasped together at my waist. I leaned forward slightly to convey I wasn't above her because she was so small, but not low enough that she'd accuse me of treating her different because she is young.

'I like this one,' Nicky pointed to a display I'd just set up.

Mrs. Zahra touched my shoulder and left. I moved to the display and held the fabric in my hand, 'a silk cotton blend colored with Egyptian dyes. The sequence makes use of hand cut diamonds, 1 carat each. There are over 100 on this particular piece, blood free.'

Nicky interrupted, 'do you have it in my size?' She took off her sun glasses revealing her big light blue eyes which radiated against her lilac colored skin and red bush of hair atop her head.

'This is the only piece was have currently. We can of course alter it but we like to avoid cutting it too small.' I continued, 'we can of course see if the designers will custom size just for you.'

'I want to see what it looks like.' She stood firm and crossed her arms looking me over.

'If you would like to try the piece on you may, but as you can see it would probably be much too big for you.' I ran my hands over the material and set it down then motioned to the back of the store, 'there are several pieces sized for younger girls in the back if you'd like to consider any of those.'

She shook her head. Pointing at me she said it looked like it should fit, 'model it for me.' She set her large purse on the ground and eyed me, waiting.

'Of course Nicky, I'd be happy to. If you'd like to follow me we'll go to the dressing area.' I started removing the dress from the manikin.

'No-no. Try it on here,' she corrected, making herself comfortable leaning against the display as though she is here to stay.

I wasn't sure why I looked around the store. I knew we were alone but I was hopping Mrs. Zahra would be standing nearby to hear the request and squash it before this child demand I be fired.

'Is something wrong - what is your name?' She asked.

'My name is Tiffany. And, I'm sure your request is inappropriate.' I stammered, 'To undressed in front of a client.'

'It's of no consequence to me.' She spoke highly. 'Nudity doesn't offend me. However,' she looked me over again. 'Large women do.' She said snidely.

'Excuse me?' I was stunned to hear the girl disrespect me she badly. I was only 29 and far from overweight, less than the average at least.

'Your body looks old and worn. Have you had children?' She asked forwardly. 'As I said, I want to see the dress on you and I want it done right in front of me. Will that be a problem or do I need to talk to your boss.

'No, you don't,' I felt trapped. I thought it was a joke and considered calling her out on it but didn't want to take the risk. The smart thing to do was try and call her bluff. It was a huge relief to take my heels off. The cool ground helped soften the ache in my toes. My dress jacket came off next, I carefully set it on the display next to me then I started with my dress. I paused and smiled expecting her to smile in return and tell me to stop. It didn't happen.

'If you don't do it right now I'll scream.' Her white face stained a shade of red.

I couldn't believe I was going to do this. My mind raced considering all of the possible outcomes from being fired, or arrested and labeled a sex offender. Refusing would set me back in my career several years and I was nearing my 30th birthday which meant my chances of promotion dwindled with each new line on my skin. Sliding the material over my shoulder I felt a pang a shame and embarrassment. I avoided making eye contact with Nicky but she was laughing under her breath, it was her own sick game at my expense. I continued waiting to call her bluff. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction I took a deep breath and looked her sternly in the eyes and stood proudly upright and let the dress fall from my body. I left myself in a pair of modest cotton panties and c-cup bra.

Nicky jeered, 'I knew it. How many did you have?' She pointed at my abdomen.

I asserted I was the proud mother of one girl. 'I'm also very proud that I've maintained this figure.'

She laughed, 'well, at least you had the good sense to have a cesarean.'

I corrected her, 'there were complication with her, it wasn't my choice. But yes, if you're asking about my sex life then it really is none of your business.' The dress was in reach and I went to grab for it when Nicky's hand met my arm, she shook her head.

'You're still wearing your underwear.' A sinister smile crept over her face.

I denied the request immediatly and pulled the dress from the rack. 'I've shown you all you'll see. I will not expose myself to an underage girl.'

Nicky piped, 'if I were older you'd show me?' Excitement blasted through her, 'are you a closet lesbian?'

I was stunned, 'no! In fact I lost my husband some years ago to disease but that's none of your business.'

Nicky said I was lonely and decided to offer me reprieve in exchange for keeping my underwear. 'Let me finger you!' she nearly yelled so loud I knew Mrs. Zahra must have heard but the store remained silent other than our scuffle.

She lunged for me suddenly trying to grab my crotch. This is absolutely bizarre I cried inside my head. I had a firm grip on either of Nicky's arms and held her still. 'Nicky! Stop this instant.'

'Fine,' she cried. 'Hello!' Screaming at the top of her lungs, 'can I have some help? This lady sucks!'

I began trying to hush her. I pleaded for her to quiet, that I would take off my underwear as long as she didn't try to touch me. 'I'll put the dress on and model it for you. Then, we will go to the young adult section and find you something to try on, okay?'

She sighed as though bored, 'only if you stay naked the whole time.'

I had to take a moment and consider the proposal, finally agreeing because it meant getting her out of the store so I could pinch myself awake. 'Okay,' I again stood tall and undid my bra revealing my medium size breasts; they sagged a little and the nipples seem somewhat largish but most men I have been with since my husband's passing enjoy them - I was very proud of my chest. I wiggled out of my panties letting them fall to my feet and kicking them away, surprising Nicky, who I suspect through had a commanding power. I started telling myself 'stay in control.'

With my legs spread and hands on my hips I asked, 'can I model the dress now?' I was eager to hear her reply; maybe she'd hang her head and move on.

'No, it's okay.' Shaking her head she swatted the dress away. 'Why don't you show me what you have in my size?' Her devious smile grew.

I wanted to punch her in the face or stab her with my heel. Not really, but I felt angry and needed to do something. Nicky moved past stumbling into me, her hand groped at my breast. I stepped backwards trying to get away. She corrected herself and apologized for the accident as she continued through to the back of the store.

I trailed behind fuming and feeling awkward for being naked in the place I worked. What if another client was shopping, would she really attempt to traumatize me with the embarrassment of my nakedness?

Nicky looked through several displays of shirts, walls with hangers holding dresses, and pants. 'I think I'll try this one on.' She grabbed a small green pajama top from the table display, 'it's cute.'

'Do you want the bottoms or something else to try with it?' I asked hopeful she wasn't going to suggest what I knew she was thinking.

'I just want to try the top.' She grinned up at me. 'No, I don't need a dressing room.' She set the top down, 'I'll need help getting undressed.'

I protested that this wasn't part of our deal.

Nicky tisked at me shaking her head, 'I said I wouldn't touch you, but you can touch me. In fact I'm expecting it.' She wiggled her hips, 'client first, right? I'm just a helpless little girl.' Pouting her lips forward she held her arms over her head.

Reluctantly I obliged and slid my hands in the collar of her shirt and pulled it up over her head and off her body. She thanked me than set her hands behind her back exposing her front, she demanded I look at her body. I smiled and told her she is pretty. I didn't absorb any information to make a permanent mental image. I made a grab for the top and she stopped me. Wiggling her hips she motioned to help with her jeans.

I protested when she put her hands on my shoulders, 'but what if I fall. That'd be a lawsuit, right?' That same smile again, the fucking smile that was going to send me off and return with the right arm of a manikin to bludgeon the smugness off her face.

Agreeing, I fumbled with her belt and freed the button on her waist and helped her step from the clothing.

Nicky asked seductively, 'do you like my panties?' They were barely panties; rather a shoelace sized black string running a circle around her little waist and another running under her pussy around to the other side of her body. The little bit of material that was meant to cover her pussy was snuggly lost between her slit.

'Men think it's sexy, even a few women.' She moaned while rotating herself slowly like she was on display at a show giving a whole view of her body nearly naked prepubescent body.

I regretted my next question. 'What do you mean men and women?'

'Silly,' she laughed. Her voice got low, 'when I show them my underwear.'

'Are you kidding?' It wasn't possible to think she was lying, not with what I was going through. She was telling the truth. At first I thought she was just a spoiled brat, but it would make sense she was being molested. I don't know why I thought I could help, maybe I was thinking of my own daughter. Casey was at that age where she was beginning to develop and I knew boys took notice but I never considered an adult would look at her that way. My brother, Benjamin, always swore he'd keep Casey safe, but I suddenly felt a pang of fear of who might be out there looking in on her.

'Why do you look so worried,' she asked. 'They like it enough to give me money.'

I let out an audible gasp, 'that's horrible Nicky. You can't live like that, let me help.' I felt almost compelled to wrap her in my arms cradling her running to the nearest hospital.

Her belly boomed, 'why wouldn't I like it? It's so easy.' She slid her fingers inside the band of her underwear; I wear these under my dresses and flash men, and sometimes at the beach.' She chuckled and elated aloud, 'these prudish old women shield their children's eyes and comment how terrible my outfit is, but their husbands, older boys and some girls almost fall over themselves when they see my perfect little pussy calling to be tasted.' She hoisted herself on top of a display and spread her legs. 'I want you to taste it, Tiffany.'

I shook my head in shock. I was literally frozen in time; I was never prepared to handle this kind of situation, not even in the most perverse dream.

'I don't want you to be a prude. I want you to lick my pussy and learn to chill the fuck out.' She leaned back and sighed, 'I'll scream for your boss and when she comes running in to see both of us naked.' Her head turned down and her eyes stabbing me, 'you know what I'll tell her. How you learned to molest me by touching your own daughter.' She barred her teeth and hissed, almost cackling as she broke into a sick deranged laugh. 'I know how to play, Tiffany. I'm very good at this game.'

I was in tears with my face inches from the little white rosy hued mound of flesh set between her long thin legs which she held spread on the display so I would have access to her - what I would call - innocence. What I thought about morality, right from wrong, and what is considered normal died in that instance.

Nicky's scent struck me as my red lips neared hers. The odor pungent, but a hint of sweetness pervaded the whole of the rising scents embedding in my nasal passages. She wiggled her butt and whispered for me to do it, that I'd like it and it'd make her orgasm all over my face. I didn't ask for how long I'd have to perform cunnlings, I didn't think I could handle knowing.

In many ways I could describe the feeling of my lips on her pussy as sweltering. Her little sex radiated heat, seemingly loosening whatever juices were held deep inside the frozen depths of her cervix. Like a dog salivating awaiting its treat, from behind the little convulsing hole of her body's most precious entrance, copious fluids drenched her lips. My lips met her labia, kissing her sex quickly and withdrawing to find my lips smeared with her fluids and red lipstick on her pussy. I wanted to think I should gag or demonstrate disgust but I found myself licking my lips fascinated at her pussy's taste. Gentle warmth spread through my body. Suddenly there was a pinch between my legs, my thighs clenched together to satisfy the bothersome feeling. Yet, I found the pinch replaced with a more forward-tickle and ache that could only be soothed with my fingers. In an instant I found myself leaning forward into her pussy, my mouth engulfing the whole of her vulva; my tongue flicked along the furrow between her labia. My hands worked at my own naked pussy, wetness spreading over my fingers.

I was broken from my sexual trance by the shear howl of Nicky. 'Gah, fuck you're good!' She released her legs letting them rest over the edge of the display. She held my head guiding me back to her pussy, keeping my mouth locked against her body.

Absolutely without a doubt, beyond comprehension and ordained with shame, I ate a little girls pussy. That little underdeveloped instrument meant only for emotionally and physically mature adults. The thing she should not be allowed to understand until she is older and curious about masturbation.

Cursed, I needed to see the thing working. Starring intently at her pussy I brought my forefingers between her labia and rubbed up and down between her clitoris and vaginal opening. Sloshing filled my ears as my passes quickened guided by the superior lubricant supplied by her body. We moaned together in the bonds of shared physical pleasures.

Nicky's body shuttered violently. Sputtered breathes and ragged moans echoed through the store. I found myself pleading that she should cum for me, that I needed to see for myself. I'd never seen a woman orgasm, not even myself. I'd never given it much consideration.

Her tightly wrapped skin seemed to constrict and shrink her body as the very essence of her soul soared outwards through her pussy while her body thrashed against itself. The precious thing we call 'pussy' blossomed before my eyes. Her mouth hung agape but no sounds came out, her body was frozen in time and every blood vessel in her skin erupted to the surface of her body turning her a wonderful shade of pink, just like the inside of her pussy which I could see as her hole pulsed wildly.

Using expensive clothing as make-shift bedding I lifted Nicky in my arms and collapsed onto the floor. I cradled her head at my chest while I tickled her asshole with my finger. Her mouth enveloped my areola while her hands squeezed my breast, she suckled like an infant. My index finger slick with her juices prodded inside of her asshole. The intimacy brought about by her feeding filled me with boldness, my finger slid deeper inside her bowels to the knuckle. I withdrew and added girth with my middle finger and pressed past her asshole stretching the warm stank of her innards.

'Rub my pussy,' I pleaded which Nicky joyfully obliged. We were finally working on the same page - her page. I didn't take time to consider what the consequences my action represented. For much of the time I've been savoring this little girl's body I've felt ship wrecked and lost amid the crashing waves in the ocean. Somewhere along the way I made my way to shore and found a way to survive the harsh conditions. I justified my actions as survival.

Nicky's fingers were thin and small. Four fingers probed the inside of my pussy easily. She found my g-spot - the hard little nub about an inch upwards on the inside wall of my pussy and pressed it firmly causing electricity to race through my body. Overwhelming pressure crashed through and around my pussy like tidal waves against a sheer rock face during a massive storm with hurricane force winds.

I punished Nicky's ass with my own larger stronger fingers. I managed to stretch her ass with 4 digits much to her elation causing a series of raucous moans followed by the rapid tightening of her ass telling me she experienced her second orgasm that was caused only by anal pleasure; only the fucking princess of sluts could pull that off.

Carelessly, I wiped my hands on the expensive clothing beneath our bodies. I put any thought about the fabric out of my head; I was certain careful hand washing could get the very least amount of sweat, salvia and pussy juice. Considering the clothes were marked up nearly 10,000% higher than actually manufacturing costs I snubbed the thought.

My own orgasm was steadily rising to the point of boiling. My hands wandered and savored Nicky's soft pale flesh. Over the hills of my breast her warm breathe buffeted against my skin. Her big blue eyes glared up into my own fluttering lids as I told her how incredible she is. My clitoris throbbed to the point of bursting, her thumb massaged my bud while her 4 fingers continued fucking my pussy. I curled myself into a ball and brought my face to hers; she left my breast and met my lips. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths as orgasm took me deep within the darkness of my own body. I emerged from the other side safely with the little girl who freed me in my arms.

'Isn't this fucking something,' Mrs. Zahra cleared her throat. 'What does my new floor manager think she is doing?'

I let a gasp of horror escape my mouth, 'I didn't see you there.' I tried to excuse myself, I'm sorry I didn't -' I paused and starred at the sight of my boss with her skirt pulled up to her waist masturbating.

'Did you leave anything for me?' She and Nicky laughed, 'looks like I made the right choice to replace Cassandra. You start full time tomorrow, Tiffany. There will be lots of young things coming in here that you'll be responsible for pleasuring.'

Words escaped me. Had I wanted to thank her for the opportunity, the moment passed. Mrs. Zahra stepped over top of Nicky and I, slid her panties to the side and let out a long strand of dark yellow urine drenching us and the stores merchandise. Nicky and I lapped each other's bodied then Mrs. Zahra joined us for a continuation of lewd lesbian acts.

Story 3, Part 1

'Such an outstanding member of the community,' snarling his body working methodically to give Nicky a proper fucking. 'This ass,' he heaved. 'Is the finest ass,' his black balls slapped against her pussy. 'I've ever experienced,' his horse cock pummeled her asshole with unbridled passion which had very little to do with Nicky being a prepubescent child; Kindle just loved ass. A prison sentence of 20-years for petty larceny, grand theft auto, battery, and multiple gun related crimes ensured that he is not only a skilled representative of the prison industrial complex but also a master of ass rape. Fucking Nicky's ass is far from rape, she willfully participated when offered the opportunity. But god all mighty, he whispered to himself, 'if this little white bitch was locked up with me over those 20-years there'd be almost nothing left.'

'Yea, yea - tear that shit up, man.' Trayvon began undressing. 'Make the white bitch squeal.'

Kindle's large hand struck Nicky's ass. 'Hurray up man, get it in her mouth.' Striking her ass harder trying to elicit a scream. 'You like this shit, huh? Gonna suck big Trayvons shotgun?' He laughed.

Trayvon dropped his boxers and began stroking his long flaccid cock. 'Know why they call it shotgun, little white bitch?' He asked Nicky while she stood hunched over, her hands at her ankles holding on for dear life while Kindle's monster 9-inch cock destroyed her insides. She shook her head, barely able to breathe much less speak. 'Its cause I blast bitches in the face,' his cock grew longer, its girth filling out. 'Cause I got put away for blasting some old bitch with this real nice 12 gauge, almost as big as my cock. It blew her away.' His hands lifted her face caressing the soft skin of her cheek. 'I love looking at bitches eyes before I blast 'em. You ain't look to scared, but when' ol Trayvon's deepthroatin bitches he don't let up till the trigger gets pulled.' His eyes beat down at Nicky whose face was beat red, eyes puffy and rivers of tears flowing over her cheeks, struggling with each breathe. 'Yea, there is that fear. Get my cock real hard.' Holding his cock at the base he guided it to Nicky's mouth. She tried to avoid the long barrel of his cock but there was no use.

'I need her back in one peace Kindle; you didn't say your friend was bigger than you.' Dark beady eyes leered from outside the shadows.

Kindle slowed his body taking several deep breathes, rough muscular body saturated with sweat, massive cock glistening with precum and lubricant. 'Here's what I'm do for you. Double hours and cocaine, alright?'

'Sign it now, before you finish.' He walked under the bridge into the darkness. A calm, clean, balding, stout little man wearing a sweater vest and khaki pants, he cautiously approached Kindle.

'I ain't ever let you down, Frankie.' Grabbing the pen from the clip board he scribbled his name. 'Drug in the bag,' his head motioned to the ground behind them. 'Only double, I find anymore missing.' He paused. 'You know.'

'I'm not worried about you,' Frankie said sternly. He little eyes darted to Trayvon, 'I could guess what this man is capable of doing.'

Trayvon twisted his head looking upset at the accusation, his cock stuffing the face of Nicky.

'Our little man is just shifty is all, Trayvon. Calm down.' Kindle said.

'You don't like the brothers, Frankie?' Trayvon let himself relax pressing another inch of meat into Nicky's mouth. 'You just upset you ain't the one fucking this fine little white bitch.'

Kindle interjected, 'nah, Frankie here doesn't understand all the good charity work my foundation does for the community.' His cock reentered Nicky causing him to sigh gently -Nicky spasmed hard.

Frankie fixed his glasses, 'I appreciate the basketball courts and 1 community outreach meeting you hold each year.I just wish it wasn't a front for racketeering. That makes for a lot of bullshit paperwork.'

'Get a big tited blond secretary with all that government money. I know what you got aint' going to my black brothers in the projects. So I do for them myself.' Kindle added, 'I wish you weren't so hopped up on coke. We both got our issues to work out.' His hips moving faster, sloshing sounds echoing off the tunnel walls. His hands groped at Nicky's beat red ass cheeks. 'I'm just happy we have Nicky volunteering, knocking off those community service hours you've racked up. Gotta' teach young girls how their actions are seen as blight on the community.' His hand struck her ass again.' Laughing, he took a quick jab into Nicky, more than half his cock disappeared into her body. Her asshole stretched to unprecedented widths. Withdrawing, his cock with a plop he admired her gapping ass. 'Looky here Kindle, her little ass can't even close. I opened her up so much.' Her patted her on the back, 'ain't gonna walk or shit right for a week.'

Trayvon gabbed Nicky under her armpits to leverage his cock down her throat. The throbbing girth immediately began suffocating her; she thrashed for air and against the pain of his cock filling out the empty space of her throat. Her face was a grimace of opposing emotions, big blue eyes ready to pop from their socks and sickly bile drizzling from the corners of her mouth and nose, but the echo of pleasure resonating somewhere deep inside her brain.

Trayvon was beyond empathy, lacking emotion kept you strong enough to survive. He was put into prison at the age of 16 when he was a heavy-set black male; fresh meat to a starved prison population. A far-reaching train of men took him in the shower his first day behind the large grey prison wall, a helpless young man made to please 20 full grown adults with his ass. It took a month to heal but only after they finally cauterized the wounds. Every time he tried to shit he was ripping the stitches. It wasn't 24hours before they jumped him in his cell putting him in the infirmary for another 3 months. The next day he willfully became another prisoner's bitch, it was a trade-off. Be one man's fuck toy or a whole cell block's. Years of weight lifting and yard fights brought the day he slay his master and took a bitch of his own, one of the men who had raped him in the showers. The difference is Trayvon has a shotgun barrel for a cock, and 'ain't nobody' survives Trayvon's shotgun.

While admiring Trayvon, Kindle, motivated by Nicky's ability to deep throat, rammed his cock inside her ass. Every inch, all 9, broke through the back door and terrorized her insides.

With the bulking body of the Hulk, even with all of his strength, Trayvon was helpless to his orgasm. His body sputtered like a thin male lifting his first weights in the gym. Pleasure stirred a string of exhales into cries of hearty emotions. Rapidly he withdrew his cock. His hand worked over the length of his cock which he pointed at her face. 'Fucking white bitch gonna get it.' He yelled as his ball emptied. A long powerful stream of cum slapped across her face, and another, a third, and a forth. Hair, eyes, nose and mouth glazed with his thick seed.

Kindle slipped his foot in front of Nicky and pushed her forward, she tumbled hard into the ground. The cold, course concrete ate her knees, a small dirty pool of water sucked into belly causing her to gag at the taste and texture of the liquid. Kindle rode her like a horse trotting down an uneven path bouncing every which way. Labored with heavy balls his final thrusts slowed gradually until her stopped and held himself inside her body, his balls becoming lighter by the second.

Story 3, Part 2

'Should we stop and buy you a donut?' Frankie turned to Nicky in the passenger seat.

'I'm not hungry, never again.' Her response was sickly.

'Not food, one of those inflatable circles.' Taking his hands off the wheel he made a circle shape with his two hands, iIt takes the pressure off your anus.'

'Can we not talk about it right now?' Images of Trayvon's cock firing cum in her face, the suffocation, and feeling of being defiled face in the dirt was too much to endure for one day.

Frankie's elbow jabbed her arm, 'practice makes perfect, eh?' He laughed. 'I didn't know he had a friend but look on the other side, you kicked 4 hours of community service in 30 minutes.' A long pause followed. 'Do you want to stop? You gonna be glum every time?' I can get cocaine without you. I'll have you on the floor of a homeless shelter cleaning toilets with your tongue, I can do that you know.' Jitters beginning at his fingers creeping along as a numbing sensation flowed up his arm, eyes went cross. 'Ah, see, get me all worked up. It's a wonder I put up with you Nick-Nick.'

Nicky sat quietly with her hand against the door panel. 'I'm not in the mood to play your game Frankie. I just want a bath, please?'

Frankie's eye hadn't been looking at the road for the past 15 seconds, Nicky didn't notice. His hands search the inside of his shirt pocket for a little green envelope. The button on the pocket wasn't undone; he didn't seem to notice or care. 'Ahh, found you.' Struggling to free the packet and the old hotel room key card he used to scoop a small helping of white powder onto the corner of the rounded plastic edge, he brought the cocaine under his nose inhaling.

From the corner of her eyes Nicky saw the blinking light of a garbage truck stopped in the road, the driver hurling bags into the back of the great compactor. Immediately she threw her feet into the nonexistent brake pedal in the foot well. She cried, 'Frankie!'

A deer's reaction to the headlights of an oncoming car is faster than Frankie's comprehension that he is the driver behind the wheel of a 3200 pound sedan hurdling towards imminent agony. Cocaine filled envelop in one hand, a plastic card in the other, white powered speckled in his mustache, Frankie, almost humorously watch in surreal drug induced euphoria the wholly avoidable become unavoidable.

Their car skidded, brake pedal thrumming against the ABS. Metal rippled, crumbled, folded, sheared and snapped, glass cracked and shattered, metal shards and fluids exploded from under the front subframe. Explosive gases filled the airbags rupturing the interior dash trim, Frankie and Nicky's bodies fell into the inflated safety net. Nicky twisted against the seat belt, her head striking the side window. Frankie's head collided, stopped and repelled from the steering wheel, nose broken and burns seared across his face from the torn air bag.

Story 4, Part 1

Everything is okay, it felt okay, before was definitely better but I felt normal all over. 'The stitches came out okay, it looks good?' I asked the doctor.

'The prosthetic feels like it settled nicely. You won't even be able to tell its fake after a few weeks.' Reading over the clipboard he added, 'there won't be any reason to come back in for another examination unless you feel any discomfort; swelling is normal. You sperm count will remain diminished but for many men, if you're looking to have another child, it isn't an issue. Artificial insemination works if all else fails.'

'I'm not worried about pregnancy right now.' I responded.

'Okay then Benjamin, you'll be ready to go in about an hour. The nurse will show you out.' The doctor patted the bed and left the room.

A small girl past through the door, my doctor stopped her. 'You shouldn't be walking around Nicky. You need to rest.' She waved him off saying something I couldn't decipher. I watched intently as she walked past the dividing curtain between our two beds. The sat up accepting the numbness in my groin, I stood but my legs felt weak. I leaned forward outstretching my arm and yanking the curtain back. 'Nicky!?' Shock coursed through my body.

Her head turned, revealing a black eye and welt above her temple. She looked frail. 'Excuse me - privacy.' She barely broke from the magazine resting on her legs. She licked her finger and turned the page.

'It's Benjamin,' I said.

She kept her attention on the magazine, 'okay.'

'From the club, we met - what was it - 2 months ago?' I revisited the night in my head. 'Your friend fucked me up,' I whispered.

'If he fucked you up then you fucked up.' Closing the magazine she turned, 'are we supposed to be friends?'

'I don't think we are.'

'Why would I choose to remember, or care about nobody?' Aggravation settled over her words like dew on the grass.

'I should be thanking you, I mean I lost a ball,' I revealed to her my condition. 'But, I gained something more; meaning and money.'

Nicky asked, 'what money?' Her interest peaking.

'About a thousand dollars, remember? I tried to buy you with counterfeit bills.'

'In that meaning you found, was there anything about using your head and not telling the person you stole from, who took your ball, about your crimes. How is this relevant to me?' She asked.

I leaned in, 'I want to get your money and more, but I want to trade for it.'

Nicky laughed, her head obviously still in pain. 'You tried to pay me in fake money and now you're offering to buy me, again.' She picked up the magazine and thumbed through the pages. 'Are you in here for head surgery?'

'No, I just got a prosthetic ball put in, can't tell the difference.' I continue eager to share and hook her in my fantasy - role play like that night in the club, except for real. 'Being with you, what you said to me, inspired me to take a risk and it paid off big. That's how I paid for the ball.'

Looking at me again, 'what did I tell you?'

'My niece, Casey, I said I wanted to, you know, like I did with you and you told me I should before someone else got the chance.'

Shrugging she added, 'how do I get my money? Do you have it?'

'I do,' exclaiming while reaching to the bedside where my pants lay. I pulled out my wallet handing her $1100. 'See, I have money and it's real. Show your black friend to double check.' I pulled out a larger stack, 'over $5000 right here if you want it.'

Nicky's eyes grew bigger. 'So, you want what for it?' She hesitated, 'really, as I think about it, I could make you give it to me for screwing me over before.'

'You have no memory of that night,' I said.

'Say it's slowly getting clearer.' Leaning in towards me, the green bills still in her peripheral vision, she smiled. 'You can't really afford to lose another ball, right?'

'I can get more and I'll split it with you.' I added.

'My head is splitting. Tell me quickly before I bring the nurse in to load me with morphine.' She sighed clearly longing for the quick acting drug to be intravenously pumped inside her body.

'I have to show you.' This time things would work out, I had it planned clearly in my head.

Story 4, Part 2

Nicky remained in the hospital for another two weeks, the state paid the entire bill because her community service representative was given responsibility and instead got loaded up on coke and nearly killed them both. The garbage man claimed some distress and took home a couple months paid leave. The doctors recognized the sexual trauma when Nicky was wheeled into the examination room. Marty, the large black male from the club who took my ball claims guardianship of Nicky and was questioned regarded the sexual trauma and denied he knew anything about it. Upon regaining consciousness a detective questioned Nicky attempting to have her admit Marty raped her. Funny thing is that she pinned it on Frankie; he was already coked up and around children all the time so why not. Marty eventually said the same thing and that testimony was enough to corroborate Nicky's semi-factual account of being raped under a bridge in Central Park.

The doctors weren't smart, or they didn't bother to question that Frankie's 5-inch cock could never cause that level of physical trauma. It didn't matter I guess, it's good press when the police can label someone a sick pederast. I knew how the cops worked. They bring kids in and question them. Then the kids says they love the person they're sexually involved with, but the psychologists know that won't make a good story on the headlines so they fill the kids head with fucked up bullshit about being an object, tormented and raped. They say you can never be the same and you'll be seeing psychologists for years; they'll tell you how fucked up you are unless you can admit you're fucked up. Even though 48 hours ago you were endlessly happy that won't work in a courtroom. In almost an hour they make you cry and give a lengthy statement so they can film and play the recording for a jury. It's good stuff. Turns out Nicky is just more fucked up than the courts, regardless of who fucked who, an innocent man went to jail. Child lover or not, the headlines hit the street and people went fuck crazy over the sensationalized tale of little girl having their body defiled in the park where lots of families laughed and played. They're going to hold a fundraiser at the end of the month to expand the NYC Sex Crimes unit. It all worked out, except for Frankie who lasted 4 days in prison, raped to death in the shower.

So, here I am in Casey's room. I hit play on the computer. The video playing in the window is where I first kissed Casey on the lips. She doesn't have a shirt on. Her soft skin and tan lines all revealed through the Canon DSL I bought. It records in full 1080p at 60 fps through this terrific 35mm lens which cost me $600, the camera was twice that. How could I let these memories be passed along as words in a sentence of some story? Guess what else. People will pay a lot for the physical proof and all it takes is a teaser. I put one out from the first time I kissed her shirtless; when I took her pants making her model in her underwear; casually touching her nakedness; pinching her nipples; licking her stomach; open palm rubbing her pussy and showing the camera her wetness; and finally, deflowering her pussy with every pixel of her face cleanly visible.

When I was ready to sell I felt terrible, how could I do this safely. But, I didn't need to worry for long. A man, Dennis, contacted me through a forum and offered to distribute for me. Many people across an uncategorized number of sites swore by the man, works out of the Caribbean supposedly. Hundreds of hours later I transferred the data off and the first dollars slipped themselves into my wallet.

'You see Nicky.' I sped through the hours of footage with Casey sitting on my right and Nicky to my left. 'Casey, she isn't really all that comfortable with expressing this kind of love. I want you, since you're so knowledgeable, to teach her the right way to feel good.' Wrapping my arm around Casey I hugged her to ease the obvious embarrassment smeared over her face like the gentle glow of a burning camp fire.

Nicky's nodded her head, 'this is kind of hot.' She turned smiling at Casey, 'you're really beautiful and a good lover.' Her hand slid across the desk towards Casey's arm. 'Have you ever given love to anyone else, your friends or anything?' She asked softly.

Casey shook her head. 'No,' she said almost inaudibly.

I whispered to Casey, 'so what do you think? You know more people means more love and Nicky thinks it's a good idea.' Rubbing her back I continued, 'and she is your age. You could have a new friend to share what we do together. You'd like that, right? I know I would.' I kissed the side of her head.

Nicky's hand slid under the desk, she began rubbing Casey's thigh through her sweatpants. Casey jumped in my arms when Nicky's fingers ran up her upper thigh casually grazing her crotch.

I sat upright in my chair placing my arm around both girls, 'why don't you both go to the bed and start by getting to know each other?' I pushed my chair back, 'I'll set up the camera. What do you say Casey?' I obliged my niece. Nicky's playful touching and sweet sinister smile drew Casey into agreement.

Nicky took Casey's hand. Standing in unison, they walked slowly, their eyes locked into each other; Casey's deep brown eyes contrast against Nicky's baby blues. They sat on the edge of the bed, Casey watched Nicky wearily almost like she were a predator. I know Nicky to be a reckoning force so I counted on her finesse and sexual powers to raise Casey's expectations. I wanted so much more from my niece, but more importantly I wanted her to know there are other girls out there experiencing these bodily pleasures. Casey knows to keep our relationship a secret, but if she doesn't feel alone and has someone to express these feeling with the less of a chance there is of her accidently saying the wrong thing in conversation.

With everything ready I started recording, the girls in full frame while they talked. Nicky led the conversation with Casey nodding or giving 'yes' and 'no' answers. Nicky worked quickly, her hands already touching Casey, left hand on her thigh, right rubbing her back. Casey sat quietly smiling, never taking her eyes from Nicky. I heard Nicky ask if she thought they could kiss. Casey turned red and hesitated before gently nodding her head.

Nicky made her move bring her cherry red lips to Casey's sweeter strawberry pink. Nicky's left hand found their way under the back of Casey's shirt rubbing her intimately, feeling the softness of her sun kissed skin. Both girls looked warm, radiating and beautiful, filling the frame of the camera. I zoomed in to their face capturing every detail of their lips smacking against one another. Nicky's mouth enveloped and sucked her new lover.

There is no use for a shirt on the body of a little girl. So perfectly formed and attractively featured, their torsos' need revealed to all manner of eyes. Nicky's skin flushed from rising arousal, she pulled away from Casey, standing before my little niece and lifting of her shirt. Casey's eyes beamed over Nicky's body, I asked her to turn and show the camera her naked topside. I motioned Casey to join her friend.

Nicky's eyes grew larger watching Casey stand and begin lifting her shirt. I could see the shy embarrassment of stripping in front of a near stranger overcome Casey, I zoomed in on her face to see her eyes looking down at the ground and her bottom lip curling. Nicky grabbed the shirt as Casey tried to cover her body from prying eyes.

Casey's eyes were on me and I whispered, 'show Nicky your body. Let her touch you all over.' My cock jumped painfully against the crotch of my jeans.

Reluctantly Casey hung her arms. Heavier and less immature, Casey's body is more feminine than Nicky's asexual physic. Shoulders more filled collar bones less defined, breasts beginning to grow but not before her puffy extended nipples, and wider hips which I can admit I do like on my little girls. Nicky is well toned like a dancer but Casey doesn't engage in physical activity so baby fat is prevalent everywhere. She isn't heavy and her stomach hardly rolls when sitting but enough is there that I consider it good padding; cuddling material on a cool night.

The moment Casey let her guard down Nicky began fondling her chest. Her hands seemed to enjoy the puffy nipples set against her growing breasts. Casey gave little whimpered squeaks when her nipples were squeezed and pulled roughly. Nicky apologized sweetly to Casey before turning to the camera and giving me a devious wink.

Without touching myself I half came. My cock jerked against the inside of my pants and a sticky wet feeling ran down my legs. It wasn't the full force resulting from pounding child pussy, but enough to make my eyes go cross.

Nicky's invasive left hand continued fondling Casey's chest before sliding down over her smooth belly. Her hand rose over the slight curvature of stomach and baby fat, unlike her own completely flat as a board abs. Her fingers traced along to her bellybutton. Nicky giggled as her fingers played at the little nub of skin poking from Casey's body. I groaned, enamored as she teased her tummy while their mouths made their own kind of passionate love.

I instructed Casey to unzip Nicky's pants, leaving her underwear on, than kiss her body. A look of fret crossed her face but thankfully Nicky gave several words of encouragement. Casey brought her mouth to Nicky's neck. Her mouth worked over her right should and across to her left nipple, her tongue licking the rough little brown long nipples. Continuing downwards her mouth traced a circle around her stomaching ending at her navel gifting the same appreciation received of her own.

'On your knees,' I whispered in a loud tone, I didn't mean to be heard over the camera but sexual frustration welled inside of my mind and loins. With blind desire I wished to run over and tackle both girls, fucking them equally with furious passion. I repeated constantly, 'wait your turn.'

I fought hard to keep my feet planted as Casey's tongue grazed the front of Nicky's wet panties. Without my instruction she continued lowering herself along her thighs, knees, and to Nicky's feet which she cleaned with her tongue, each toe entering her mouth where she'd suckled it like my cock.

Casey stood and slid off her sweatpants and asked Nicky to kiss her body. The words 'kiss my body' had to come out clearly in the video; it would be incredible for the trailer. Nicky's mouth engulfed Casey's pussy through her underwear. The sound of Nicky sucking through the fabric was wild. Casey's face contorted, her arm flailed in the air trying to grab an imaginary railing.

Casey collapsed backwards onto the bed. Nicky dropped against the side of the bed and removed Casey's panties. Her tongue worked all about her vulva, under her hips near her anus and back to her pussy paying particular attention to the furrow between her lips. Casey sat up on her elbows watching. Nicky gave incredible oral. In less than a minute Casey threw herself against the bed clawing at the sheets, thrashing her hips against Nicky's faces, and releasing a low constant growl as orgasm forced itself through her body.

Nicky was visibly horny, her thighs rubbed together trying to satisfy her own sex. With Casey lying flat on the bed she took advantage of her position and climb on top. To Casey's surprise Nicky knelt above her face, pussy inches from her mouth.

I moved the camera around the bed to get a closer view. At that moment Casey said she never gave oral before, which I saw as another trailer moment from my mostly virgin niece. Nicky told her to stick her tongue out and lick. Then, Nicky ground her pussy against Casey's face. Sighing, Nicky's body become tense and she mewed little a kitten before clenching her thighs together and shaking as her first orgasm reverberated through her skinny frame.

They lay together on the bed wrapping themselves in each other's arms, kissing and fondling their relaxed bodies. Setting the camera where I wanted, I began undressing while the girls' hands explored each other's pussies. The lips of their little labia's smiling at the pleasure, their little vaginal openings convulsing and begging for cock. I obliged.

I crawled behind Casey bringing her against me body, my cock rubbing against her back, my hands working along the front of her body while she continued kissing and rubbing Nicky's pussy. I kissed the back of her neck. I greedily rolled her away from Nicky. I brought my mouth against my incestuous lover. My tongue licked her lips and fell inside her open mouth, hers the same. Her arms wrapped around my head and my hand wrapped around her butt, lifting her and holding her in my lap. We continued kissing while I lifted her like a fuck toy against my slick cock. Nicky crawled in front, under Casey's shifting body, and began licking my ball.

Tired of hoisting Casey along my girth I instructed Nicky to move to the side. With Casey on her back I opened her legs and positioned my cock at her entrance. Without guidance Nicky again sat on Casey's face. My mouth met Nicky's. Pressing my hips forward the tip of my cock fought hard against Casey's little hole. With my feet planted on the bed I thrust forward forcing myself through the first wall of resistance into the sensitive velvet drapes of her vaginal canal.

Casey screamed into Nicky's, pussy which set her off in a fit of violet lust. Baring her weight down against Casey's face she ground with full force, juices saturating her face and hair.

Nicky's lustful groans shot my brain full of testosterone. I impaled Casey's body like a medieval jouster riding his stead at full speed. Fighting against her smooth canal as it both cramped to fight my invasion and welcomed me with pleasurable pulses, I ambitiously picked up speed far beyond what Casey could handle which was no concern to me in that moment, my world was a blur and Nicky's body muffled her screams. Through the pain I watched the pleasure of our fucking sweep over Casey's body. Her arms clawed at my back and her hips bucked against my cock. The tell-tale sign of her clenching orgasm forced me to slow and savor my balls empting, seed firing the length of my cock into my niece's womb. The hot liquid coating her insides threw her over the cliff, her body seizuring violently in a way I'd never witnessed. Once her body relaxed I slid out telling Nicky to let her breathe. We both stared at Casey, her face glistening with Nicky's juices, her body heaving for breathe, and pussy gapping wide open with a river of my semen pouring out staining the bed sheets.

With Nicky on her back at the end of the bed and Casey on top facing down I stood behind both and inserted my cock between their bodies where they pussies touched. Nicky, who hadn't had her second orgasm moaned insatiably at the wet touch of my cock and warm seed dripping from Casey into her pussy.

I thrust my cock between their lips like a madman.

The time came. What I'd waited for months to achieve. I had Nicky positioned perfectly where I wanted. My cock slipped out from between their bodies and I pressed my tip downward meeting her willing pussy. I'd be insane not to say I preferred Casey's tight vaginal hole but would make do and enjoy. I had accomplished what I set out to do covering every base but still fucked up. For the second time in a row I wouldn't get to finish inside of Nicky.

Standing in the door of the bedroom was my sister, Tiffany. Everything was perfect. I replaced my lost ball, got a video camera, seduced Casey, found Nicky, got the girls together, and was ready to crescendo in a glory pleasure all captured on camera. However, I didn't bother to find out my sister's work scheduale.

When I froze in place Nicky turned and groaned to continue, then she saw Tiffany. 'Hi Tiffany, how is the store doing?'

That's when I learned my sister was molesting young girls. A wash of relief hit me. I had the gall to ask if she wanted to show the camera what she knew. Hypocrisy has many faces and my sister wears them all. It wasn't that she disapproved of what I was doing; it was that I had Casey involved. Had it been just Nicky she wouldn't have cared. She said that to me. Suddenly she saw the light and understood how wrong all of this is. Suddenly, I was sitting in a police station.

Not to worry. I'm smart and know how this will all go down. First, I sit here while the evidence is thrown into my face. Second, Tiffany comes clean and drops the blame on her employer. Nicky plays innocent and says I was in cahoots with the store Tiffany worked at. That wasn't what happened and they had no evidence but the state already had to apologize for an employee molesting her so who is going to say she's lying - bad press if they did. The store closes and Mrs. Zahra is also charged. Tiffany gets probation and will register as a sex offender for 5 years. Third, they dragged my happy playful Casey into a room with a female psychologist, but after giving her statement nothing but tears and trauma coming out. They said years of therapy should fix her. She hated all men now, I was positive. I doubt she'd have an orgasm ever again. Fourth, I sit in the court room listening to 3 women burst into tears playing on the sympathy of the jury, I was a monster so what chance did I have? Put me away and spare them my presence. Fifth, I lie here on the warm wet floor starring up through the haze of steam. I've just been struck on the leg, kidneys and head. Several large black men converge on me, their cocks 9 and 10 inches each. Frankie didn't make it, should I?