The naked 8-year-old awkwardly clambered off my lap and I took her hand to lead her to the bathroom, but she jerked away to cover her bare little pubis with both hands as she toddled toward the bed, semen dripping down the inside of one spindly thigh. She gathered up her clothes and held them before her to hide her nakedness as she padded to the bathroom. I started to follow, but she shook her head, gripping the doorknob which, I noticed, was just about level with her chin."No, I'm not s'posed to let you look at me like this," she mumbled as she entered and closed the door.

Uh... okay. I shook my head, pulled my briefs on over my wet dick, tugged on my trousers and went to retrieve my audio recorder from my briefcase and place it on an end table beside the sofa. Just in case I might be able to get some relevant testimony from the child. After all, the relationship had changed pretty dramatically. We were no longer just lawyer and deposition witness, we were intimate sexual partners. I was her surrogate "Daddy." She just might be willing to talk a little more, now.

I grabbed a fistful of tissues to mop up the slimy wet spot on the chair seat, my nostrils crinkling at the acrid stench of fresh sperm, sweat and child sex that pervaded the room like a cheap air freshener. My abdomen tingled at the memory of my first ever, indescribably delicious orgasm balls deep inside a shy little girl, my mind reeling at the terrifying consequences if the depraved thing I'd done was ever divulged.

The kid finally emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed now, her hair damp but still braided into pigtails. I noted with interest that the band-aid was still in place, which emphasized her childish innocence, almost completely covering her enticingly knobby little knee, not much bigger than a ping pong ball.

"Cathy? Come sit with me, okay? We can just talk until the rain stops, then we can go play again, okay?"

The child silently padded across the floor to plunk herself down on the sofa beside me, pouting again at the floor and kicking her little shoes dangling five inches from the floor. I reached to punch the Record button.

"Cathy, do you remember the last time you went shopping with Mommy?" I asked carefully, draping my arm around her bony shoulders and caressing her hair reassuringly. Without lifting her gaze, the kid just nodded.

"Do you remember a man in a gray car, who hurt your Mommy that day?" She nodded again.

"Cathy... do remember if that man turned to look at your Mommy before he drove away? To see if she was hurt?" A stifled sob escaped her lips, and she nodded again.

"Oh, so he *did* turn to look," I said loudly, for the benefit of the recorder. "Do you remember what the man looked like, Cathy?"

"He... he had a... moos-tash... and he was b- bald, and... and he looked... scared," she sobbed, turning to grab me and burying her face in the crook of my neck, sobbing.

"Okay, it's okay, little Cathy, we won't talk about that bad man any more, we'll just play and have fun together, okay?" I murmured into the child's hair, trying to stifle my exuberance.

I had everything I needed now. The rich bastard's mercenary legal army had got him acquitted of criminal charges, but we could now nail his ass in a civil suit with the searing testimony of a crying 8-year-old witness that he'd made an orphan. He'd probably settle for an amount that would set her up for life, without even going to trial.

I was as giddy as a kid at Christmas as I sat hugging and stroking the trembling child's hair. The heady rush of success and relief was nearly equivalent to the stunning orgasm I'd had inside her. Damn, I'm good! I thought to myself with smug satisfaction.

I glanced at my watch. Only 12:45. My job was done, and we had all afternoon left.

"Look, Cathy, the rain is lighter now. When it stops, we can go back to play in the playground. Won't that be fun?" I said, grinning down at the sniffling little girl in my arms. No response.

"Oh, come on, Cathy, don't you want to go play on the swings some more? I'll push you," I said, cheerily.

"No."

"Look, I think the sun is just about to come out, Cathy," I lied, glancing at storm clouds looming through the window. "Don't you want to come play with me in the sunshine?"

The kid raised her tear-streaked face, looked into my eyes, her lower lip trembled. "I m- miss my Mommy! I w- want my d- d- Daddeeeee!" she howled, bursting into hysterical sobs, shaking hard, kicking her shoes brutally against the sofa, her gap-toothed little mouth gaping wide as she wailed inconsolably.

Jeezuz. This was worse than the temper tantrum earlier. Maybe this was the traumatic reaction the shrink had warned me about. The child's face turned crimson, almost purple as she wailed and screamed the emotional anguish she'd sublimated for so long.

I was desperate. I had no idea how to handle the situation, but I had to do something before some horrified guest or hotel employee called 911. So I tried the only thing that I'd found effective so far. I bent to cover the child's screaming mouth with my own, swirling my tongue around hers, tugged down the strap of her play dress and gently rolled a tiny nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmph! MMMmph! MMMmmph!" was all the kid could scream with my tongue jammed into her mouth as she violently twisted and squirmed in a futile attempt to get away. All my life I've found the idea of rape completely repugnant, but despite two stunning orgasms I felt my dick again stirring in my pants at the sensation of molesting a small child who seemed suddenly unwilling.

My free hand plunged beneath the little play dress. I forced apart the child's tightly clamped knees to cup her still-damp panty crotch in my hand and knead the warm little pussy.

"Mmmph! MMMmph! MMMmmph!" the struggling kid yelled into my mouth as my tongue curled around hers, licking and sucking. My hand plunged into the tiny cartoon panties to stroke and tease her still wet little sex lips.

"Mmmph... mmmph... mmmmmph..." she breathed into my mouth as her desperate struggling became weaker, and her tensed thighs went limp. When I thought I'd calmed her hysteria, I broke the long, deep kiss to gaze down at the child's vacant eyes, still gently masturbating her in her little panties.

Tears still glistening in her glazed eyes, the child's lower lip trembled as she whispered, "I w- want my d- Daddy..."

"Okay... okay, little Cathy, I'll... I'll be your Daddy for now, okay?" I whispered into the child's silky hair. For the second time that afternoon, she raised her teary eyes to meet mine, a long, searching look that made my throat constrict in compassion, and my dick throb in my pants.

"d- Daddy?" she finally whispered, gazing imploringly into my eyes. She curled her tiny fingers around my wrist beneath her dress and murmured, "Daddy, you... you're not s'posed to... touch me like that..."

"I know, Cathy, it's bad, isn't it?" I replied, gently masturbating the child in her panties and having no clear idea what long-term effect this would have on her emotional well-being, only knowing that my sexual caresses calmed her hysteria, and fueled my own lust.

I leaned down to touch my lips to hers, breathing the words into her mouth as my finger dipped into the slick little hole beneath her panties, "I know it's bad to touch you like this, Cathy, but we won't tell Mommy." The little girl's lips parted as she felt my finger slowly wiggle inside her warm, clutching little cuntlet. "We won't tell anyone the bad things you let Daddy do to you," I whispered into the child's slack lips.

"S- stop, Daddy, stop... don't... t- touch me," the kid muttered as her body went limp in my arms, and my finger probed and stirred in the slick warmth of her miniature vagina. "D- don't... t- touch it," she panted, then gasped loudly as I sucked my wet finger out of her to roll and tease her straining little clitoris. Her head dropped to my shoulder, grunting more than speaking, "No... no... s- stop it..." into the crook of my neck.

Despite my recent orgasm, my dick again stirred in my pants at the thrilling sight of my hand working inside the child's little cartoon panties, masturbating a sexually aroused 8-year-old. Her little body began to tremble, and her weak protests subsided into quiet grunting as I pinched and rolled the stiff little nubbin of her sexual desire.

"That's it, little Cathy, just... let it go... have a nice, juicy orgasm on Daddy's finger, Cathy," I whispered. The kid stiffened and howled into the crook of my neck, her stumpy legs flailing violently as she cascaded into climax, shaking and jerking until the sweet contractions slowed and stopped. The child's body went limp in my arms and she just lay there, quivering and whimpering as I gently fondled her to a finish, then withdrew my wet finger from her little panties.

By then my dick was semi-turgid in my pants again, but the intensity of two stunning orgasms finally allowed reason to prevail over my desperate kiddie sex lust. I'd managed to forestall another tantrum, but the kid was still deeply agitated. I remembered the remark Sister Sourpuss had made about nap time, so I carried the child's limp body to the bed.

"Let's take a nice nap now, okay, Cathy?" I murmured as I drew the bedspread over the limp child. "You'll feel much better after a nap, then we can go play."

The child just silently rolled onto her side, brought her fist to her mouth to suck her thumb and closed her eyes. Thank god.

When I heard quiet snoring, I grabbed my cell phone, tip-toed to the door and quietly left. In the hotel lobby, I finally managed to find a quiet alcove free of loudly boisterous conventioneers and called my news in to my partner, still at the hospital. His whoop of joy elicited a stern reprimand from a nearby nurse, so I rang off, promising more detail on my return.

Giddy over my victory, I glanced at my watch and ducked into the lobby bar for a celebratory beer, digging through my email to cull out the inevitable spam messages. One of them had a convincing subject line that might be an authentic message, so I clicked on it, only to find an appeal for donations to some child relief organization. My finger hovered over the Delete button, then paused as a photo came up of a tiny Asian girl about 6 years old, who looked disturbingly similar to little Cathy, slumbering upstairs. I took a gulp of beer and swallowed hard as I stared at the photo -- little pigtails, pouty, morose little face, enticingly skinny legs. Memories of my unexpected sexual encounters flooded my brain and inflated my dick, so I quickly punched Delete, tossed off the rest of the beer and strode toward the elevator.

I entered the room as quietly as I could, to find that little Cathy had kicked off the bedspread and was snoring on her back, skinny arms and legs splayed. A dress strap drooped down one shoulder revealing a tiny nipplet, and I groaned softly to myself, unable to stop myself from staring at the enticing little damp spot at the crotch of her Hello Kitty panties.

Torrential rain still pelted the window, so another trip to the playground was out of the question, leaving me all alone in a hotel room with a Do Not Disturb sign on the door and a shy but highly sexed little girl who looked six years old.

My hand dipped into my pocket to fondle the rental car keys as my left brain urged me to immediately return her to the orphanage. My left brain responded with salacious images of just a little more fun with the tiny tyke before we left. After all, the dark side argued, what's done is done. She's either going to blow the whistle on me, or she's not. I've already thoroughly molested the little kid twice. Once more wouldn't alter the consequences.

Shaking my head, I went to the mini-bar for another beer and slumped into a chair, trying to ignore the insistent argument raging in my brain, as the thing in my pants chimed in with an opinion of its own.

The sleeping child snorted and I turned to look, to find her still sucking her thumb, with her other hand slowly working in her panties. My dick began to throb almost in synch with the motion of the little cartoon panty logo slowly rising and falling as she pleasured herself.

It was just too much. One of my most cherished kiddie sex fantasies had long been to watch a small child masturbate herself to orgasm. I quietly put down the beer, reached for a fistful of tissues and slowly tugged down my zipper, in readiness to join the little kid when she came, idly wondering if a child could have an orgasm while she slept.

I surreptitiously freed my aching dick, modestly hiding it between my legs, and began stroking it as the little girl's breathing became more rapid. The wet thumb fell from her slack mouth and she began quietly panting. Her legs parted more widely, her head twisted from side to side, and her eyelids fluttered open to stare blankly at the ceiling for a long moment, then she jerked her head up to see me in the chair watching her.

She jerked her hand from her panties to clap both hands to her face, curled into a ball on the bed and began sniffling, then shaking and weeping. I painfully and awkwardly stuffed my stiff dick back into my pants, zipped up and crossed to sit on the bed, stroking her hair.

"It's... it's okay, Cathy, don't cry, that's not bad, it's... well, everybody does that, Cathy, even grownups. I promise. It's okay." I blathered on and on, in a futile effort to get through to the disturbed child, without much apparent success.

Finally, a few barely audible words issued from behind the tensed fingers hiding her face. "It doesn't w- work," she sobbed.

"Ah... what, Cathy? What doesn't work, honey?"

"It... it doesn't... DO it," she wailed, turning to bury her face in a pillow.

"Doesn't... ah... what?" I stammered, hopelessly confused, until a light dawned and I suddenly thought I might know what the autistic little kid was trying to say.

"Oh... uh, Cathy, do you mean you can't... uh... get all finished when you do it by yourself, honey? Is that what you mean?"

No response. Only hysterical sobs from the now wet pillow hiding her face. My hand slowly crept between the child's tightly clenched thighs, and she squirmed to get away.

"Here, Cathy, let me help, honey," I whispered, wriggling my hand until it cupped the wet little panty crotch, as my dick throbbed and ached in my pants.

"No! NO! I'm not s'posed to let you touch it!" the kid wailed into the pillow, wriggling and squirming as I began to stroke her little pussy.

She pulled away, then slowly raised her head from the pillow to glance quickly into my eyes before ducking her head down to stare at the bedspread. "I'm not s'posed to let you... use me," she whispered, then clapped her hands to her face again.

For the third time that day, I nearly came in my pants again.

"O- okay, Cathy, I... j- just a second, honey," I croaked with a dry mouth as I stood to kick off my shoes, fumble with my belt and drop my trousers to my ankles, kicking them off.

"You... you want Daddy to use you again, Cathy?" I murmured as I tugged down my briefs to free my engorged dick. The child stopped sobbing glanced up.

"N- no..." she whispered, slowly shaking her head as she stared at the stiff penis in my hand.

"Daddy's going to use you in a different way, now, Cathy, okay?" I rasped, my voice hoarse with lust. The kid didn't reply, just stared at the bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of my throbbing dick.

I crossed to the sofa to grab two thick seat cushions and stacked them on the edge of the bed.

"Here, climb up here, Cathy, so Daddy can use you from behind, okay?" The kid glanced at the cushion pile, then at me.

"Oh, no, Daddy, that's... that's REAL bad," she whispered as I lifted her light-as-a-feather little body and draped it over the cushions, then stripped off my shirt so I was completely naked.

"It's okay, Cathy," I whispered as I knelt to lift her play dress up and over her tiny bottom. "Mommy will never know. I won't even take off your panties, okay? I'll just... tug them down a little bit... just enough to use you, okay?"

I tugged the little panties until they clasped her skinny thighs four inches beneath her tiny bottom peaches, and bent forward to bury my face in the soft little rump, my nose jammed into her winking anus, my engorged tongue lapping hungrily at the gooey cleft between her tender pussy lips.

"No, no, stop, Daddy, stop it!" the kid squealed, kicking her clunky shoes against the bed as I stroked my stiff dick and sucked the musky sex juice into my mouth. The little pussy was drooling copiously, obviously well lubricated and ready.

I climbed to my feet, stepped back and paused for a moment, slowly stroking my dick and quivering on the verge of orgasm a I savored the shockingly depraved sight of a tiny 8-year-old splayed across the cushion and whimpering softly as she waited for Daddy's dick.

Despite her autism and whining protests, the child knew exactly what I was going to do to her, yet she just lay still, waiting for it, her play dress bunched up around her waist, her little kiddie cartoon panties jerked down to expose the milky white bottom and soft, miniature pussy lips.

I stepped forward to glide my engorged phallus in the soft groove of her tiny butt crack, stroking it slowly in anticipation of the deliciously filthy thing I was about to do inside her little body. Panting, I dragged my dick down until the bulbous head dipped between her tiny sex lips, teasing it slowly up and down in the slick little furrow. "Feel that little Cathy? Here comes Daddy," I whispered to the whimpering child squirming beneath me as I gently nudged it into the warm little hole.

"No, no, stop it! Thass my baby hole! I'm not s'posed to use it 'till I'm grown up, to make babies!" the kid whined into the sofa cushion, the pink plastic beads in her pigtails lashing the cushion as she shook her head and kicked her little shoes against the bed.

I groaned heavily and drooled a greasy runnel of pre-cum inside the child as I gritted my teeth, clasped her tiny peach cheeks and glided into the warm little cunt.

"Oh, g- g- ghod, Y- YEAH," I gasped as I watched the heavily veined penis disappear into the child's tiny pink hole until my balls flattened against the delicate flesh of her bottom. "G- ghod, Daddy's using Cathy's sweet little b- BABY HOLE!"

The depravity of my words and the slick warmth of the child's sucking little vagina almost made me lose it and I fought to suppress an instant orgasm, gritting my teeth and shaking and drooling pre-cum deep inside the whimpering child.

When I finally gained control, I looked down to watch with bulging eyes as I dragged my engorged penis out to the head, glistening wetly with the child's musky sexual arousal, then groaned heavily as I glided it deeply back into the creamy warmth of her.

I curled my hands around her narrow chest to fondle her tiny nipples and began thrusting and withdrawing, slowly, to savor the sweet contrast between the cool air of the room and the delicious, juicy warmth of her sucking little cuntlet, my brain reeling at the impossible sight of such a tiny child swallowing my fully engorged dick to the root.

The little girl's nipples stiffened in my hands and she began grunting in rhythm with my thrusts, "No, no," as I withdrew, and gasping "S- stoppppp..." when I plunged in to the root, her little shoes thumping the side of the bed with each deep, delicious thrust.

Fucking the fully clothed 8-year-old in her prim play dress with her kiddie panties halfway down her spindly thighs made the depraved act of sexually molesting a small child excruciatingly more erotic. If naked, she could be seen as a miniature adult. But the frilly, gaily colored play dress and tiny ankles disappearing into oversize athletic shoes emphasized that she wasn't -- that I was actually fucking the frail little girl who just hours ago was giggling happily on the swing in the playground.

Her pitiful, whimpering protests as I sweated and rutted inside her intensely enhanced the filthy child-molesting fantasies I'd sublimated all my life, and I couldn't help fucking the little kid more urgently, groaning loudly at the sound of my wrinkled balls wetly slapping her tiny bottom and her little shoes pounding the bed with each grunting thrust.

I suddenly jerked my wet penis out of the child to forestall imminent ejaculation and backed away, sweating and shaking hard as the thing bounced and jerked in the cool air. I stood on shaky legs, gritting my teeth and willing it not to erupt.

"You... you know what Daddy's going to do to you, don't you, Cathy?" I panted, stroking my dripping dick and gazing down at the tiny child splayed across the sofa cushions, her pale, stumpy legs dangling limply from her jerked-down little panties. "You're going to let Daddy do something very, very nasty, deep inside your sweet little baby hole, aren't you, Cathy?"

The child craned her head back to glance up at me, with an imploring, pouty expression.

"No, don't do it in me... Don't use me any more, Daddy, it's... bad," she whimpered quietly, then dropped her head back onto the cushion and just lay there, waiting.

"G- ghod, D- Daddy can't help it, little Cathy," I groaned, stepping forward again to nudge my wet dick back into her drooling hole. "Daddy needs it... Daddy's always wanted to... to f- fuck a pretty little girl like you," I hissed. "Just... lie still and... and let Daddy use you, like... like a good little girl..."

"Daddy will be f- finished very soon, Cathy," I grunted more than spoke as I watched my rigid dick glide back into the creamy depths of the limp little girl. "Daddy's a- almost f- finished, C- Cathy," I croaked as my aching prostate clenched and confirmed the accuracy of that statement.

My tensed fingers cupped her tiny, pale peach cheeks, my eyes dimmed and I let myself go, uncontrollably hunching and thrusting into the little girl, delirious with urgent lust, her little shoes thumping as my balls smacked her delicate bottom, to the intoxicating sound of her whiny voice pleading, "No, Daddy, stop, stop it."

"G- ghod, Daddy's little girl feels so... f- fucking GOOD, Cathy, Daddy can't h- help it... h- here c- comes D- Daddy..." I babbled, gripping her tiny bottom and fucking myself toward imminent orgasm.

The child jerked her head around to look into my face, her lips pouting but her eyes dim with arousal.

"No, Daddy, don't... DO it in me," she whined in a pitiful, high-pitched voice. "Don't do it... IN me..."

I roared and lunged into the whimpering child, helplessly grinding my quivering dick deep in her sucking little cunt.

"Ogod... little baby hole... juicy little b- BABY hole... g- gonna cum... cum deep inside Cathy's little b- BABY HOLE!" I roared as I fell onto the child's frail body, shaking and grinding her deeply into the sofa cushion as I erupted like a volcano inside the limp little girl whimpering beneath me.

The deeply impaled little kid buried her face in the sofa cushion and blindly bunched up the bedspread with clenched fingers of both hands as she felt my bloated dick jerk and heave and ejaculate my hot sperm deep inside her.

"Mph-NO, mph-NoNoNoNoNo, n- n- NOOOOOOOOOO!" she wailed into the cushion, gripping the bedspread with white knuckles and grinding her tiny bottom almost painfully into my ejaculating balls.

My eyes rolled white in my head and I ground my dick helplessly inside the little girl as the prolonged orgasm nearly turned me inside out, gushing and squirting until my balls were drained. When I came to my senses I gasped and nearly had another orgasm as I felt her quivering little cunt squeezing and clenching the spent penis that impaled her as she came, desperately trying to suck more pleasure from the thing that had fucked the little child to a juicy, adult-size orgasm.

Unable to move, I just lay slumped over the limp little girl, my spent dick still twitching deep inside her, my nostril hairs quivering at the acrid stench of warm semen bubbling out of her overstuffed little hole to soak into the sofa cushion beneath us.

Her sated little cuntlet contracted again in a post-orgasmic quiver, which made me groan and wonder where "Daddy" was, and why he hadn't taken this beautiful, remarkable little child with him when he left. Granted, it couldn't be easy to raise an autistic child as a single parent, but... Jeezuz...

The limp child finally stirred and squirmed beneath me, so I reluctantly sucked my spent dick out of her, blushing with shame and satisfaction as her ruddy little hole drooled more milky rivulets of sperm onto the sofa cushion.

"Are you okay, little Cathy?" I whispered, stroking her silky black hair. No response, just a pouting shrug of her bony shoulders.

I reached down to untie her pink shoes, suggesting that we go to the bathroom to clean ourselves, but got the same response as before. She wanted to bathe alone, too shy to let me see her naked again, as though we hadn't fucked like frenzied rabbits to stunning orgasms together, twice. In fact, the child never spoke another word to me, although I was able to elicit a shy grin in the car when I playfully tickled her on the way back to the orphanage.

The laconic nuns took their little charge and luckily never bothered to ask if I'd been able to persuade her to answer the questions I'd come to ask. As I left, I ran into the more personable shrink I'd met that morning. I gave a vague story about getting what I needed from Cathy with nods and head shakes, as the shrink had predicted. Then I casually asked about Cathy's chances of adoption. Was told they weren't good for children older than about 3, especially an autistic child like Cathy. I left wondering how hard single parenting would really be -- especially after we'd won this case, and Cathy might be a very rich little girl indeed...