Morning
By the time the doorbell rang, precisely at the appointed time, anticipation had already given Anton a throbbing erection. It tented the front of his sweatpants; no hiding it as he unlatched the front door and swung it open. If his visitor was fazed by this, she didn't show it; all the more remarkable since it was right at her eye-level. Almost in her face, thought Anton, and a shiver ran through him, top to toe. She glanced at it, to be sure, but it was just a glance and then she looked up and smiled. "Hello," she said, "I'm Quinn."
Anton's visitor was a cute six-year-old girl, a broad, soft face framed by two bunches of blond hair. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue, a midnight blue, her nose a perfect little-girl snub. She had the easy beauty of the young, skin clear and smooth, no posing or pretension in her demeanor. Gorgeous, thought Anton, utterly gorgeous. His heart skipped; his erection twitched. The girl glanced down again and bit her lower lip in the cutest, most unaffected way. Oh yes, thought Anton, oh, yes.
"Well hello Quinn, honey!" he replied, opening the door wide for her. "Please, do come in." She stepped in with a charming confidence, her simple white cotton dress brushing past his leg, sending a tingle through him. He closed the door carefully behind him, flicking the catch into place. Quinn was looking around the open hall, impressed, perhaps, by the elegant simplicity of the villa's marble floor and clean, crisp decor. Anton looked at Quinn, impressed - was that the word?- by her elegant simplicity and childish beauty. She looked up again, her eye resting only momentarily on his erection. "This is a nice house," she said politely.
Anton laughed and reached down to lift her up. Her cradled her against his naked chest; she hesitated for the shortest time before she nestled her legs around his waist and rested her arms across his shoulders. Her dress rode up; her thighs were smooth and soft against his skin. Shifting her weight slightly, Anton gazed into her dark eyes and let the fingers of his right hand trace the gentle curves of her bottom beneath her dress. Her panties were smooth, cool cotton, tight across her butt, defining gentle valleys for his fingers to find, shapes that revved his imagination like a superbike.
"Thank you, Quinn," he replied, "but it is not mine, only rented. Your uncle Alexei takes care of these things. It is a pretty house, for sure, but not as pretty as you!" That sounded corny, but Quinn didn't seem to mind. She just smiled, and Anton leaned forward to kiss her gently on her broad, smooth cheek. His lips lingered there, his nose nuzzling her skin. He kissed the corner of her mouth. Her head shifted a little as he kissed her lips, thrilling at their softness. He licked delicately, feeling her mouth open very slightly. His fingers caressed her bottom, his erection throbbed, and he pushed his tongue slowly between her lips. She responded, her little head tilting, mouth opening, her tiny tongue coming to meet his, and then there he was, French kissing a beautiful little girl with a slow, gentle but burningly hot passion.
For a timeless time he stood there in the hall, holding and kissing the gorgeous little six-year-old, tracing the dips and curves through her panties, feeling her warmth, breathing her delicate scents. He sucked gently on her tongue; she reciprocated in a way that sang to the iron-hard erection in his sweatpants. He lips were child-soft, delicate and warmly inviting. The movements of her tongue promised gloriously forbidden delights. When his senses finally swam back into some kind of focus, he leaned back to study her beautiful face again. "Mm, sweetie," he murmured. "What a lovely girl you are. Let's you and me go upstairs."
With the girl still nestled in his arms, Anton climbed the spiral stair from the hall to the airy landing, then through to the villa's master bedroom. The translucent drapes fluttered gently in the breeze; the sun filled the room with a clear, soft light, the white-gold tones a perfect match for the little bundle of beauty he carried. He set her down carefully on the edge of the large, white bedspread, and at once dropped his sweatpants to the floor. He stepped out of them, stepping up close to Quinn as he did so, his hard cock just in front of her face. The girl looked at it, a shine in her eye, then up at him. "You have a nice cock," she said. He couldn't believe how incredibly sexy her words sounded! He held her gaze. She smiled. "Mr...?"
"Mmmm," he sighed. "Just call me Daddy, OK? I'm your daddy today."
The girl's sweet little mouth twitched, and she bit her bottom lip again beneath her smile. "OK, Daddy," she said, and reached out to stroke his cock. The first touch of her little fingers sent a shiver through his whole body, and a low groan escaped his lips. "Oh, yes, Quinn," he murmured. She looked up at him again as her fingers curled around his cock. "Please may I suck your big cock, Daddy?" she asked.
Could there ever be any question more utterly, hornifyingly hot than that, said in that soft little-girl voice? Anton didn't think so. A bead of moisture pulsed from his cock. "Oh, yes, baby girl," he whispered hoarsely, his whisper becoming a low moan as Quinn's sweet, soft lips closed around the tip of his cock and she sucked the moisture away.
Oh, such heaven... Anton leaned back, pushing his hips towards the little girl in the pretty white dress as she shifted forward on the edge of the bed to take the whole head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue caressed him as her lips sucked gently but insistently and her fingers squeezed him expertly at the base of his shaft. Here she was, a lovely little six-year old poppet, sucking his cock like a practised whore. She looked up into his eyes, and he moaned again.
The cool breeze from the sea rustled the drapes behind him, a sunlit cloud carrying him to paradise, and the beautiful little girl sucked his cock. Her fingers squeezed him; with her other hand she caressed his balls, hanging heavy in the warm air. She cradled them, almost weighing them in her little palm, and Anton's erection throbbed beneath her touch. Minutes went by, the stillness in the room broken only by the occasional wet sound from the girl, and the occasional groan from the man. He reached out to stroke her hair, looping it behind her perfect little ear and tracing his fingers down her soft cheek. He had to see her naked! That gorgeous little body beneath that pretty dress was his for the day, and he wanted it more than anything else he could possibly imagine.
Taking his cock from her mouth was remarkably difficult. The girl looked up enquiringly as he sighed and stepped back, out of her grasp. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, entirely unselfconsciously. Anton gestured toward her dress. "Take your dress off, Quinn," he said. The little blonde girl smiled demurely. "Stand on the bed and take your dress off." Anton waved at the bed, his right hand cupping his erection. Quinn smiled again, and rolled up onto the broad, white bed. She stood, wobbling slightly, sunlight dappling her hair, and took hold of the hem of her summer dress. Slowly, she lifted it. Anton's eyes followed the frilly white band as it rose across her thighs, paused, then continued, revealing tight white panties covering the rounded V between her legs. His eyes lingered there for a moment; the white cotton hugged the little curves of the girl's pussy, outlining her lips just that little bit. The hem rose above her panties' waistband bringing her lovely, softly-curving belly and neat little belly button into view. Quinn paused, the dress held across her chest, then blew a kiss toward the watching man before raising it above her head. She shook her long, dark-blonde hair free and tossed the dress across the room.
She was a beautiful sight, standing there naked, her smooth skin glowing in the diffuse sunlight. She reached for the waistband of her plain white panties, but Anton raised his hand. "No," he said. "Turn around, slowly." The girl obeyed, balancing carefully in the centre of the bed as she turned. Anton watched her gorgeous little bottom as it appeared, tightly wrapped in its sheath of white cotton. "Stop!" he said, and Quinn glanced back over her shoulder as Anton stepped to the edge of the bed. He reached out, both hands, and caressed the smooth material stretched across her bottom, cradling her buttocks, relishing the feeling of the child's tight, muscular butt. He hooked his fingers into her waistband and slipped the panties down just far enough to reveal her cleavage, the gentle shadow where her buttocks divided. Beautiful... A little more, her panties halfway down her bottom. Quinn giggled, a fantastic, childish sound. Anton leaned over and kissed her cleavage. Her child's skin was warm and smooth. He kissed again, tickling her with the tip of his tongue. The girl giggled again, her bottom quivering beneath his fingers.
"Beautiful," he said aloud, and tugged her panties lower. "What a beautiful little ass you have, Quinn. Gorgeous. I so want to play games with your little ass. Would you like that? Would you like me to play with your ass?" He wriggled her panties off her bottom and pulled them down to just above her knees. "Quinn?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy," she replied quickly. "Play with my ass. You can kiss it if you like. I like that."
"Good girl, Quinn, but remember your place," Anton chided. "You answer first time when I ask, OK?" He nudged the child's soft thigh. "Open your legs, bend over."
"Yes, Daddy," said Quinn, sounding a little chastened. She moved her legs apart as far as her stretched panties would allow and, keeping her balance carefully, bent forwards, bracing her hands on her knees. Anton smeared a bead of precum across the head of his cock as he watched the girl's buttocks spread slightly and the fabulous sight of her soft, hairless pussy emerge from between her thighs. Oh, yes, he thought. Oh fucking yes. He reached out and rubbed his slippery finger into the delicate valley between Quinn's pussy lips, anointing her with his precum, rubbing his male secretions onto her child's pussy. The thought of it set another bead welling at the tip of his cock; he smeared it off and rubbed it across her pussy again.
Cupping Quinn's bottom in his hands, Anton leaned forward again. He kissed her buttocks, right, then left, then using his thumbs gently spread them apart. Her anus was clean and pink in her pale skin, a tiny slit surrounded by a beautiful rose. She smelled slightly of sweat, slightly of gentle soap. He paused, his face hovering just above her bottom, breathing her little girl scents, then planted a gentle kiss on her anus. He heard her give a tiny gasp, a sound that made his cock twitch, and then he was licking her anus. He licked her delicately at first, then extended his range, moving his tongue down to lick her pussy slit, across her perineum and back to her anus. She tasted of - pure little girl! Nothing more, nothing less than pure little-girl cunt-and-ass. His tongue began to work greedily, the tip wriggling between her pussy lips, worming into her anus. He felt her brace her hands harder as his own grip on her buttocks firmed. The little girl trembled, her breathing intensifying as his tongue worked magic between her buttocks.
After some time, Anton had her kneel down on the bed, face on the cool white sheet, bottom high in the air so he could spread her ass cheeks wide and get his mouth tight against her anus. She knew well how to relax; Anton's tongue delved deep into her asshole, French kissing the little girl's butt. She tasted clean, but with a slight earthiness that just made his hard cock strain to contain the blood pounding through it. He sucked at her asshole. She panted quietly.
With a little experimentation Anton discovered that by propping a stack of pillows behind his shoulders he could sit up enough to lick Quinn's pussy while she sucked the head of his cock. Sixty-nine with a six-year-old! My God what heaven... Quinn's mouth was warm, wet and loving on his cock; her pussy smooth and soft in his mouth. His balls were drum tight; drips of precum oozed almost continuously from his cock, to be licked and sucked away by the greedy little girl sprawled on his chest. He slipped his thumb up her ass; her bottom writhed delightfully. Oh you hot little bitch, he thought, images dancing through his head. Oh you hot little slut. Oh fuck.
Beyond the billowing curtains of the bedroom's French doors was a terracotta-tiled roof terrace. Two large, comfortable sun loungers looked out on a fabulous vista of sea and empty shoreline; the villa was wonderfully discreet. Tumbling Quinn to one side with a little squeak, Anton rolled off the bed and scooped the girl up is his arms. He lifted her, kissing her mouth passionately as he carried her out through the gauzy curtains to the terrace. Lying her gently on a sun lounger, he straddled her head-to-tail and went down on her again, eating her wet little pussy hungrily. He spread her lips, licking her hymen while she stroked his cock and caressed his tight balls.
Every so often he shifted to bring his cock into her mouth, fuck her face gently as she lay between him. Not for much longer, though; the pressure between his legs was immense, and his best efforts to keep control were being undermined by the beautiful little girl's skill with her fingers and tongue. Oh, fuck, yes, thought Anton. Oh fuck yes.
The mid-morning sun was warm at this time of year, not yet too fierce. Warm on his back. He swung his leg away and stood, crossing to the second lounger. He lay down and beckoned to the little girl. He spread his legs, indicating the space between them. Quinn was a good girl. She climbed up between his thighs, took hold of his hot, red cock in her practised fingers, and slowly, deliberately sucked him off to his first crashing orgasm. His fingers ground the edge of the sun lounger as the pressure became unbearable. Anton gave a long, loud groan as his cock convulsed and the first gout of cum burst from his cock. Quinn sucked it out, swallowed it, and the next, and the next, sucking the cum out of his cock as he jerked in her hands. Oh my God! The blonde six-year-old sucked him off to one of the best orgasms of his life!
After a few minutes of recovery, during which Quinn lay quietly in his lap and stroked his partially-subsided cock, Anton rose. Taking the girl by the hand, he led her back into the bedroom. The bedside cabinet was well-stocked with a variety of flavored lubricant and a small, chrome vibrator. He lay Quinn down in the middle of the bed, chose a wild cherry-flavored ID and began to massage her little pussy with it. He squirted some into her hands and encouraged her to rub him in return, covering his cock and balls, now hanging lower after loosing their first load. He massaged her tiny little clitty as her little hand slid around his crotch, juggling his slippery balls and slowly but steadily hardening his cock again.
Soon the whole tube was empty and the man and the little girl wrestled gently on the bed, sliding over and across each other, she giggling and chuckling, he murmuring encouragement. He showed Quinn how to clamp her thighs together around his cock so he could fuck her between the legs. He taught her to hold her arm tight against her side so he could slide the head of his cock into her armpit and fuck her that way. They wrestled and rubbed, licked and sucked; he penetrated her anus with every one of his fingers one after the other, each as deep as it could go. He lay her on her back and rubbed the wet head of his cock between her slippery pussy lips. He knelt her up and used her ass-crack to massage his shaft, rubbing his length slowly up and down between her tight little buttocks. He put her on her back and straddled her, getting her to lick his balls, showing her how to suck each of the spheroids into her mouth and squeeze them gently. Quinn smiled and laughed and sucked his balls, rubbing his cock head and his anus with her slippery little fingers.
She was hesitant at first about playing with his asshole, but a sharp rebuke recalled her to her duty. "Stick your finger up Daddy's ass, Quinn," he'd said, and she did. By the time she'd got three fingers up she was giggling again. As he held his legs open for her probing little fingers, Anton wondered whether he could get her to fist him. He was sure her hands were small enough, and the thought of the child wrist-deep up his ass made his cock throb. Maybe later, he thought. Maybe later, with the other stuff.
He finished outside this time, lying on the sun lounger with Quinn face down on his chest. Squashed against her pussy lips, his cock slid up and down between her tight-clamped thighs. She sucked his fingers one by one as his cock got harder and harder and slower and slower, until a small fountain of cum splattered across her bottom. Anton groaned and bucked his hips as he came again to the girl's murmured words: "Cum on me, Daddy, cum on me. Cum on me." How could he refuse? His semen splashed across her buttocks and ran down between her slippery thighs to ooze slowly into her pussy as he held her butt tightly against him.
Hot, sweaty, slippery, covered in lubes and saliva and cum. Flushed and disheveled as she was, the girl was still beautiful. Perhaps more so, thought Anton as he rolled her off him. There was a light in her eyes now, and an easiness in her manner with him. Trust. Very important, trust. She trusted him. Good.
"Mm, Quinn," he murmured. "You're a special little girl, aren't you? A real little fuck princess." She smiled across at him, pushing hair out of her eyes. One of her bunches had unraveled. It just made her sexier. "You're nice, Daddy," she replied. "You're fun."
"Did you cum, princess?" he asked. "Did you cum for Daddy?" "Yes," she replied, whether truthfully or not he couldn't tell. "Yes, Daddy, you made me cum a few times."
He laughed. "OK, honey, let's get washed up a little before lunch."
The en-suite off the master bedroom was large, bright and airy like the rest of the villa, with a bath as well as a shower. Something of a luxury in this land of limited water, but Alexei was a provider of luxuries to the wealthy and discreet. All kinds of luxuries. Anton ran a bath, filled it with bubbles, and carried the slippery little girl through from the bedroom, kissing and nibbling her as they went. She nuzzled against him, happy and giggly. They scrubbed each other in the bath, a process that raised his erection again as the little blonde minx insisted on washing his cock and balls slowly and carefully. She rolled his balls around between her fingers and squeezed a slippery fist slowly around his cock head, expertly rousing him and sending spasms quivering through his thighs. Eventually he extricated himself, his balls aching fabulously, and lifted her from the bath. Big, fluffy towels and his and little-hers dressing gowns awaited.
Noon
Lunch was light - bread, cheese, salad, olives, fruit. They ate on the main patio, a vista of sea and sun before them. Quinn was gay and chatty; Anton watched her closely, his permanent erection twitching every now and then at her movements, or his thoughts. He popped a grape into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Quinn," he said, "would you like a grape?" She looked up. "Yes please, Daddy," she answered politely. Anton carefully held a grape between his teeth and waggled his eyebrows at the girl. She understood. She rose from her seat, came toward him and slowly (teasingly, he thought, excited) leaned forward, her mouth open. Her child-soft lips pressed firmly against his as she reached for the grape with her teeth. He bit down, the tiny fruit bursting across both their lips. She sucked her half from his mouth. His cock throbbed.
They ate a few more grapes, first him holding them, then her. Quinn's eyes twinkled and sparkled; grape juice stained her cute little chin. Anton kissed it away, then picked up a bowl of olives. "Hmm," he said, "I think the olives are too small. But I do like them to be warmed first." He looked at her intensely. "I know," he said. "Take off your dressing gown and kneel on the sun lounger." Quinn looked questioningly at him but he merely jerked his head toward the nearest lounger. She shrugged and unfastened the white towelling gown, dropping it unselfconsciously onto the chair behind her. She knelt, bottom up, on the sun lounger and looked at Anton again. "Good girl," he murmured, kneeling beside her neat, pale bottom. "Now, warm this up for me." He placed the small, green fruit, slippery with its olive-oil dressing, against the gorgeous pink slit of her asshole, and pushed. Quinn gave a small gasp, but didn't flinch as he pushed a little harder and the fruit slowly disappeared. "Mmm, good girl," he murmured again. "Maybe two." A second olive disappeared up Quinn's ass.
"How does that feel, Quinny?" he asked. In response the girl wriggled her hips slightly, and answered "OK. Kinda... nice." Anton grinned to himself and inserted a third slippery olive into the girl's anus. A dribble of oil ran down towards her puffy pussy lips. It was fabulously erotic. He leaned over and licked the oil away, the tip of his tongue probing her asshole. "Let's see if we can get them all out again," he murmured. "Push, baby girl." He placed his lips to her anus and sucked. Quinn gave a soft "mm" sound and Anton felt her anus flex under his lips. The first olive popped out, warm and soft from its cradling in her rectum, quickly followed by two more. God damn that made his cock hurt. God damn, her beautiful little asshole needed some attention from him.
"Mmm, delicious, so much better than straight from the fridge. Good girl, Quinn, excellent, now... Come with me. It's getting too hot out here. Come and play inside."
Holding out his hand for her, he helped her up from the sun lounger and led her indoors, round through the dining room and into the lounge. It was cooler there, the curtains drawn, a large fur rug dominating the floor. A coffee table was pushed against the wall, and on it was a range of brightly coloured toys. Not necessarily the kind of toys you would in a children's toy store, though. On the lower shelf was a selection of fabrics, silk, nylon, soft leather. Anton gestured toward the table. "Playtime, Quinn! First of all, dressing up."
He chose black stay-up stockings, a bright pink frilly garter and a narrow black silk collar. He watched her as she put them on, made her walk around the room when she was ready. Hot little slut, he thought. Oh, you hot little slut! "Oh, yes, Quinn, that suits you. You look like Daddy's perfect little sex toy... You like your ass filled with olives?" he asked. Quinn gave him a slightly shy look from above her black collar, a quiet "uh-huh". "OK," he continued, "let's see how full you like to be. Bend over, touch your toes."
The little girl obeyed, bending slowly at the waist, her fingers reaching for her feet, her naked butt in the air. Anton picked out a tube of ID and a long set of anal beads from the table. Taking a good squirt of lube, her rubbed it vigourously between the girl's buttocks, making her wobble. "OK, Quinn, how much can you take?" he asked, and began to feed the beads into her anus. The first few, smaller ones disappeared easily enough, just like the olives. On the third, Quinn began to quiver. He braced the top of her thigh as he pushed in the fourth. She gave a little cry, and panted "Full, I'm full, Daddy. That's enough." "Mm, I think you can take one more, baby," he murmured. "No..." she began, but he ignored her, holding her firmly as he pushed the fifth bead hard. It was large, but her anus opened nicely despite her protestations, the pink ring stretched beautifully around the bright purple bead. He heard her panting in alarm as it reached maximum dilation, felt the tension in her thigh, but then it was in. "Ohh ohh ohh," she whispered, her legs trembling, the long purple tail of the beads wagging behind her like a tail. Anton smiled and stood, throwing off his dressing gown. "Good girl! You like your ass filled, don't you girl? Yes! So do I!" He stepped around in front of her, his cock seeking her mouth. He found it and, cupping her beneath the chin, pushed his way in. "Suck my cock, girl. Yes!" He rocked gently, fucking her hot little mouth as she stood, bent over, her ass filled with anal beads.
After a little while he sighed and pulled out. "OK, out we come!" he said and, reaching behind her, pulled the ring on the beads. The popped out quickly, each one making Quinn gasp as it emerged. As the last one emerged she sagged. Anton laughed, delighted. "Go sit down, Quinny, while I choose another toy!"
The girl flopped onto the nearest of the large leather sofas, her face flushed and slightly relieved. She didn't get much respite, though; in a matter of seconds Anton returned with a large chrome vibrator. He sat next to her and lifted her leg, causing to lie back against the cushions. He raised her leg to rest on his shoulder; her anus was still slightly open, a wet black hole just waiting to be filled again. He grinned at the girl and nudged the opening with the vibe. He twisted it gently in her anus, then rubbed the tip up between the soft little pillows of her pussy lips. "Mm, the things I want to do to you my little daughter," he murmured, and switched the vibe onto low. It buzzed gently, quivering against Quinn's slippery little pussy. She made a sweet little plosive sound that made Anton grin wolfishly. Slowly he began to move it around between her legs, buzzing her lips, her clitty, her perineum, her anus. Her breathing turned to a panting as he turned the speed up. "Mm," he said appreciatively. "Mm, yes, Quinn. Where will you cum most? On your clitty, like this? Or up your ass again?"
He twisted the vibrator against her anus again. "Up your ass, I think!" he said, and began working it deeper. Holding Quinn's thigh tight, her leg vertical against his body, he pushed the large, chrome vibrator steadily up her ass. She whimpered, looking up at him for reassurance, but his concentration was elsewhere. The vibe was as big around as the fourth anal bead, but much longer. The tip vanished easily, then the next inch, then another half-inch. Quinn groaned. "Ohhh it's too big Daddy..." "Nonsense!" he replied, and turned the speed up to maximum. Quinn's little hands grasped at the sofa cushion and she gave a loud cry as the big, hard toy filling her rectum suddenly burst into life. Her whole little body tensed as the vibe sent shockwaves through her whole lower body. Anton twisted it slowly this way and that as it buzzed and juddered in the little girl's ass. He watched her face now, her sweet round face tense, flushed, anxious and yet suffused with pleasure all at the same time. Could she orgasm from anal stimulation, this hot little whore? he was wondering, when a gasp and a shiver from the girl gave him his answer. Yes! Good girl!
"Oh, Quinny, did you cum? Did you cum for Daddy?"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she panted, her body twitching as the vibe continued its merciless stimulation. Anton laughed. "Excellent, excellent! OK, maybe I give you a rest for a little, yes?"
He pulled the vibe rapidly from her butt, watching her sphincter hover wide open for a second, marvelling at the size of this little girl's anal opening. On impulse he leaned forward, nestling the tip of his cock into her anus. It closed reflexively around him, a tight, wet little ring around his cock. "Mm, or maybe I fuck your ass instead..." he murmured, beginning to rock slowly, his cock head buried in her ass. Oh, she was fabulous, soft and hot, wet and tight enough to squeeze his cock just so.
"Oh, yes," he panted. "What's better, Quinny? Olives, anal beads, vibe or Daddy's cock? What you like most up your hot little ass?" The blonde girl flashed him a tight smile. "Your cock," she panted in reply. "Daddy's cock is best."
"Yesss, you know it girl," he responded, and for a glorious couple of minutes he fucked the little girl's butt while she panted and gasped beneath him.
"Ahh, OK, slow it down..." he said after a while, almost to himself. He withdrew from the girl's bottom, letting go of her leg, allowing her to relax and collect herself a little. He sat at the end of the sofa and picked up a TV remote. The TV harddrive was already preloaded and he flicked onto the first of a long sequence of films suitable for this occasion. "Here, Quinny, let's watch some TV. Come and snuggle up here with me. OK, this first one is nice, you'll like it. See that girl? She's gonna take on two guys at once, real sweet. She's a real good girl, just like you!"
The girl snuggled in next to him as the porno got under way. Anton's fingers cupped her smooth, tight bottom, and very soon found her wet little holes. With his other hand he guided her mouth down onto his cock, and at a lesiurely pace the man and the little girl settled into an hour or two of mutual masturbation, oral sex and good-quality pornography. For one movie Anton had them copy what the performers were doing - pussy licking, anal rimming, cock sucking, anal sex. During the vaginal penetration scenes he nestled the tight, angry red head of his cock between her beautiful pussy lips and rubbed her hymen. The temptation to stab forwards and burst her virgin cunt was almost overwhelming. Almost, but not quite.
Quinn moaned, writhed, wriggled, sucked and licked under his direction. She sucked his balls while Melissa did the same to Rod, she lubed his cock and slowly stroked him in time to Angelina's ministrations to Jack, and she took him up her ass just like Peaches did with Tom. There were more toys, more costumes; she looked particularly fetching in the little nurse's uniform with its short white skirt and no panties. Anton filled her ass with beads and plugs, exhausted her with vibes and dildos. She sucked his cock again and again, and each him he pulled out before he came. His tension built, slowly, monstrously, this sweet little blonde girl becoming his plaything, his little fucktoy.
She was wearing long black silk gloves as she used the vibrator on him. She held his slippery cock hard in one hand while she pushed the big chrome vibe up his butt. At his instruction she turned it up full; Anton's roar of pleasure startled her. "Oh fuck yeah! Oh come here girl, fuck!" He grabbed the hand that held his cock, pulled her toward him. "Suck it!" he yelled, pushing her head onto his aching cock. "Ohhhhh! Fuck yeah.....!"
Two hours of intense stimulation erupted from his cock, swamping Quinn's little mouth. She sucked him dutifully, but squirts of semen escaped from between her lips and dribbled down her chin as Anton shouted and writhed, the big chrome vibe roaring in his ass, his angry cock convulsing in her mouth.
"Oh, Lord, fuck, Quinn baby girl," he murmured eventually. "Oh fuck yeah." He sat up, removing the vibe, running the soft bunch of her hair through his fingers. "You sweetheart." Quinn smiled up at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. A faint smear of semen remained on her chin. Cute, thought Anton. Let's just leave that there.
"Mm, baby, you make me feel so fucking good." He lifted her head from his lap, stood and stretched. He glanced at the screen; let it run, he thought. "Now I need to go pee." He looked down at the soft bundle of blonde six-year old on the sofa, naked apart from the silk gloves and collar. "But I need your help, Quinny." He held out a hand. "C'mon, you need to help me pee."
Quinn looked puzzled, slightly alarmed maybe. Anton smiled, then raised a warning finger. "You're not going to say 'no' are you, my girl? Daddy will be cross if you do. Come on!" He reached down and took her hand, pulling her to her feet, then scooped her up to cradle her naked butt under his hands, the gloriously soft lips of her little pussy pressed into his belly. He kissed her cheek, then licked the corner of her mouth. Her lips twitched, parted, her head turning sightly to meet his. He kissed her little mouth deeply again, his tongue pushing in, his lips squashing hers. Again the surge of hot lust pulsed through him; his cock, partially subsided after that glorious orgasm, spasmed achingly and swelled again.
He carried her past the door and up the stairs, kissing and licking her sweet little mouth as they went. He felt her uncertainty again as he nudged open the door to the master bedroom ensuite and put her down. He stood above the can and pulled her next to him by the shoulder. She resisted, but only a little. Her look sought reassurance.
"OK, sweety, you gotta hold me while I try and pee. See, you've made my prick hard again, I'm always hard when you're around, and I want you to point my prick so I can pee straight, OK?"
With only a little further hesitation, Quinn's small hand reached up and encircled his semi-erect cock. Mm, yes! He stroked her hair reassuringly as she pushed it down, attempting to aim it towards the toilet bowl as it swelled and pulsed beneath her fingers. Anton murmured encouragement, and she looked up, a slight smile on her lips. He couldn't resist probing that soft, enticing little mouth with a finger, pushing it in slowly until she took the hint and sucked it. Mmm. He closed his eyes. "Remember, you're aiming," he murmured, and the first squirt of piss splashed out all over the underside of the toilet seat.
Quinn gave a little gasp, releasing his finger as she tried to adjust her aim with his pissing cock. Overcompensating, she sprayed the floor, readjusted and finally brought his stream under control. Anton breathed heavily. Oh fuck yeah, hold my pissing cock, girl... Goddam he so wanted to... Not yet. He swallowed. "Yeah, that's right, see? Yeah... Good girl..." His cock was nearly erect again; Quinn was exerting some pressure to keep his stream hitting the bowl, and it felt so good. A few final spurts and he was done.
"Mm, good girl. Now, lick off the last drops."
That startled her. Her hand dropped, causing his cock to spring up, flicking drops of piss into the air. She looked up at him, her pretty mouth wrinkled slightly. His gaze was flint. "Lick it, Quinn, and tell me how much you like it." His hand whipped out and caught the right bunch of her hair; his right hand raised in a warning. A flash of fear lit Quinn's eyes. Quickly, she ducked her head, taking hold of his cock again and tentatively licking the end where a solitary bead of piss remained. "Yes..." Anton sighed. "Lick me clean, Quinn. Do you like it?"
His tone suggested there was only one right answer. "Yes," whispered Quinn. "Pardon, honey?" He asked more loudly. "Yes, Daddy," replied Quinn, recovering slightly. "It's nice. I like licking pee off your cock."
"Good girl," he smiled. She smiled back, uncertainty for the first time clouding her face. She looked tired, exhausted even, the afternoon of hardcore toy play having taken its toll. Hey ho, he thought, better keep going girl, we've got more ahead. His smile broadened into a grin.
"Come and get a milkshake, sweetheart," he said. "A regular one, not one of Daddy's!"
They took a short break in the kitchen for milkshakes and smoothies and a sweet, honey-sticky treat, a specialty of the island. Quinn perked up a little at this, and was happy enough as Anton took her hand and led her back into the living room. They knelt on the sofa, she sucked his cock for a little while, then he fucked her in the ass long and slow while the porn films played and the little girl panted and moaned gently. The room warmed as the afternoon sun moved round. Sweat beaded on Anton's forehead, and Quinn looked hot and tired as the man's hard cock slid in and out of her anus.
Eventually she spoke. "Daddy?" she asked quietly. "Mm, yes Quinny?" "Daddy, I need to go pee."
Anton laughed. "OK, doll," he said, pulling his cock slowly out of her butt. "Come on, let me help you."
"It's OK, I don't need help," the girl replied as she rose, rather unsteadily, to her feet, swaying slightly.
"Quinn!" he snapped. She started. "Quinn, what did I tell you? You don't say no to Daddy. Do you understand me?"
The girl hung her head. "Yes Daddy," she said quietly, a hint of strain in her voice. "Can we go, please?"
"No," answered Anton. "You've been naughty. Stand there," he indicated the corner of the room. "Hands on your head, face me."
"But I need..."
"Quinn! Do it, girl!"
An anguished look passed across the girl's face, but this time she obeyed. Anton's tone clearly left her feeling uneasy, and the pressure in her bladder was undoubtedly uncomfortable. She stood, hands on head, looking miserably at Anton, her thighs clamped, knees slightly crossed. Anton sat on the sofa and watched her, stroking his erection as he did, smiling slightly. He watched the girl's discomfort increase; each writhe of her knees and twitch of her face made his cock a little harder.
"Daddy..!" her request was almost a moan now. Wonderful...
"OK, come with me." He held out his hand and she took it eagerly. He led her through to the downstairs toilet and she clambered onto the seat with a desperate look. He stayed next to her, watching her lube-wet pussy, the lips red and swollen from rubbing. Yeah...
He surprised her by taking hold of her head, turning it towards him. "Suck me off," he commanded, pushing his cock into her mouth again. Her eyes widened, but the naughty-corner lesson had done it's work. She was sucking his cock slowly when the first of her pee finally came; Anton watched intently as the little girl peed, her sweet mouth working on the end of his cock. Oh, yes, you little whore! Oh, yes!
"Stop, get up!" he ordered, taking his cock from her mouth. "I'm not finished..." she said, alarmed. "Hold it!" he said, pulling her up. She found bladder control from somewhere and dribbled only a little down her leg as Anton took her place on the toilet seat. He pulled her backwards between his legs, then lifted her. "Legs!" he commanded, and Quinn spread her legs either side of his. He pushed her forward, manoeuvering his cock with his other hand. It found its target and with a short thrust he penetrated her anus again. "Ah!" he sighed, leaning back. "OK, you finish peeing now!"
Quinn looked startled to say the least, and a variety of expressions chased themselves across her face. Not knowing whether to pee again, she was momentarily paralysed, but the pressure of Anton's cock up her ass helped restart her flow. She gave a short cry, half relief, half something else, as pee squirted and trickled from her again. Anton felt it running down over his balls; his cock twitched and he began thrusting his hips faster. He fucked her well-used anus harder this time, his cock thrusting deeper into the soft wet billows of her rectum as she moaned and peed in his lap. Oh yes, you dirty little whore, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes oh yes.
"Ohh-ohh... Ohh Daddy... ohh, careful, ohh..." Quinn bounced in his lap as the hard, unforgiving cock ravished her anus. Pee dribbled and trickled from her pussy. Anton's grip on her hips was solid, his lips peeled back as he gave two, three more hard thrusts and came, semen squirting deep up Quinn's tight little rectum.
"Ahhhh Quinnyyyyy!" he gasped. "Oh yeah...."
He sat with her impaled on his cock for quite a while, as she rather miserably finished peeing. "Mm, that was so nice Quinny," he murmured in her ear. "Did you like that?" He laughed when she didn't answer, simply lifted her off and patted her soft little ass.
"Mm, we should probably go clean up a little... but fuck it, let's go get dinner!"
Night
Quinn was naturally subdued at dinner. The oven timer had baked the pizzas perfectly, and Anton had cracked a couple of beers and offered one to her. She'd refused, trying to remain polite, aware still of her lesson in the naughty corner. The sat out in the warmth of the early evening, reclining Roman fashion on sun loungers with the food on a low table between them. Anton was in excellent spirits as he ate, chatting to Quinn about his favourite parts of the day, what he liked best about her, his other favourite sexual encounters. Quinn ate little. She was tired, dishevelled, a little unhappy; her butt was sore from the near-constant toying and fucking of that afternoon; her mouth still tasted of cock. Anton watched her, amused, his cock quiescent for a change. He drank the second beer, finished the pizza.
"You want some dessert, sweetie?" he asked. Quinn's smile was tight, tired. Anton winked at her and brought a selection of fruits, yoghurt and sweet treats to the table. He opened a third beer and encouraged Quinn to eat. She nibbled on some fruit, eating a little more when she discovered the rich chocolate sauce. Anton encouraged her to try yoghurt and honey. She enjoyed that, began to look a little more human again.
"Mm, good," he said, watching her spoon it up. "Good, but I want to see you eat it a different way. Come over here, bring the bowl."
A little reluctantly, the girl left her place and came around to where Anton reclined. He sat up, giving her room to perch on the end of the lounger, and spread his legs wide. He took the bowl of honey and yoghurt from her and, watching her face carefully, dribbled half of it onto his semi-erect cock.
"Now you lick that off me, girl," he murmured, leaning back. He sighed as Quinn ducked her pretty little head and tentatively began to lick the sticky mixture off his cock. He chatted to her as she did. "Have you had enough of my cock today, Quinny? Well, never mind! There are things I'd like to do still, so you be a good girl and clean me up, lick me hard again. That's it, suck my cock, Quinny. Good girl! Mmm, yeah, you suck real well, child. I dunno which of your holes I like best, your mouth or your ass! I wonder what your little cunt is like? Mm, I bet that's a hot little hole too! Mm, yeah! Go on, lick my balls too, get them clean. Suck that stuff off them!"
Anton shifted position, lifting his legs high, resting one foot on the table to his right. He poured the remaining yoghurt mixture down the length of his now-erect cock, over his balls and down below so that it ran over his asshole. Quinn looked perturbed, glancing up at him anxiously.
"Yeah, Quinny," he replied in a low voice. "Lick it. Lick my ass out." He heaved back again, pulling apart his butt cheeks. Yoghurt and honey covered his asshole. "Lick it out, girl," he hissed.
"Daddy!" Her voice had a pleading edge to it, but Anton was ready. Quick as a flash he rocked forward, grabbing the back of her head with his right hand. He pulled her with him, pushing her face down into his crotch. He mashed her face against his asshole.
"Lick my ass you little bitch!" he hissed again. "Fucking lick it, whore!"
"Yeahhh, that's it, girl," he murmured a few seconds later as he felt her hesitant little tongue begin licking. He shifted back a little further on the sun lounger, both hands now holding Quinn's head down. She was doing as she'd been told now, her tongue working delightfully on his asshole, sending little shivers through his balls with each pass. He twisted his fingers into her hair and gave a little tug to reinforce his directions. "Get your tongue right up there, girl. I want to feel your tongue up my ass!"
Oh, that was good! That was a fine feeling, both physically and psychologically, that little girl forced to lick his ass. Fine, but not, unfortunately, fine enough.
"Right, Quinn," he snapped, jerking her head up and swinging his legs back down. The girl's pretty face was a mess of smeared yoghurt and honey, blonde hair stuck to one cheek, a spark of fear in her eyes. Anton gazed into those eyes, saw the spark. His erection throbbed. "Right, my girl, you have disobeyed me once too often. You are wicked and willful and disobedient."
Her mouth had time to form a shocked 'O' before he'd spun her around and bent her over his knee. Her gorgeous little bottom glowed a pale gold in the softening light of the Mediterranean evening, a beautiful colour, a beautiful object. Anton admired it for a second or two as he adjusted the squirming girl on his lap, a firm arm across her back, and then - thwack! The sound of his hand slapping down hard on her silk-soft skin was like a flat pistol shot. Quinn yelped. "Ow, no, Mr, Daddy, no, ow, that really hurt, no... Aiee!" A second slap, this time to the other buttock. Anton grinned as he watched his handprints appear in red against the girl's pale skin, faint at first and then increasingly angry. Quinn sobbed softly, her sniffling clearly audible above the evening chorus of cicadas. Anton's erection twitched with each blow.
Smack!
"Six of the best, Quinn. Six of the best for disobedience!"
Smack!
"Are you sorry, girl? Are you sorry you disobeyed Daddy?"
"I... uh..."
Smack!
"Aiee! Yes! Ow! Yes I'm sorry..."
Smack!
"Owww....!"
"Ahh, there." Anton released the girl, let her roll off his lap to huddle at the foot of the sun lounger, sniffling and whimpering. His hand tingled wonderfully, as did his balls, but for different reasons. He gazed down at the child, studying her pretty face with its coating of honey and yoghurt now mingled with tears and snot from her cute little nose. He laughed. "Now, come here and give Daddy a kiss, Quinn!"
Perhaps fearful of further smacks, the girl struggled to a sitting position and leaned toward him. He caught her face in his hands and, pushing her hair away, ran his tongue from her jaw up across her mouth, beneath her nose and away across her cheek. Her eyes flinched. He smiled, winked, and licked her face again. She tasted delicious, of sweet yoghurt and tears and little-girl snot. She closed her eyes as Anton licked her face again and again, his tongue probing her mouth and nose, his fingers stroking her hair back from her forehead.
"There, all better now?" he asked after a while, cupping her small, round face in his hands. The girl gazed back, snuffling a little still, her eyes miserable, uncertain - fearful even. Anton felt his cock twitch. "You OK now, my little Quinny?"
"I... uh... I need to go pee," she muttered. Anton laughed, stroking a thumb across her sweet lips. "OK, honey, c'mon. Let's go."
He stood, holding out his hand. The girl looked at it for a good few moments, before taking it in something of a daze. Grinning to himself, Anton led her back into the house to the downstairs bathroom. He stood by the door, stroking himself as Quinn climbed onto the toilet, looking uncertainly across at him. Something about the damp, miserable little girl sitting, legs straddled on the toilet made his pulse race. He watched her shift uncomfortably for a while before she looked up and whispered "I can't pee with you..." "What's that?" he asked, stepping in front of her. "Speak up girl!" "I can't pee!" she wailed, staring up at him, her eyes wide, beseeching.
"Well, keep trying, honey! I need, too. But wait, don't move..." Before the girl had quite grasped what was on Anton's mind his cock erupted, a hot stream of piss splashing right across Quinn's belly, rushing down between her legs, drops splattering high. She squealed and made to leap off the toilet but Anton's hand was faster again. He ploughed fingers into her hair, holding her head still as his piss streamed across her chest. "No, no, Quinny, you just stay there. Yeah, like that." He jerked her head, just to reinforce the message, then with a tweak of his aim directed a stream right into the girl's face. She spluttered and squirmed, trying desperately to turn her head but he held it fast, forcing her head down into the stream of his piss. "Yeah, honey," he hissed. "Yeah, there's a good little toilet slut. Suck my pissing cock you bitch!" He stabbed his cock, hard once more, against her closed mouth; urine squirted across her tight-shut lips, streamed off her face and pattered down all around like golden rain. She tried to turn her head; his grip was too firm.
He finished with a final squirt up her nostril, making her shudder and moan. Snot bubbled at her nose as he tilted her head, dragging her eyes to his. She was terrified. He saw it in her eyes. It made blood pulse in his hard cock. He bent towards her, the smell of her urine-soaked hair driving more blood into his cock. "Come on then, Quinn," he whispered in her ear. "It's night-time."
He pulled her off the toilet, his hand still tight behind her head, wound into her bedraggled hair. Dragging her steadily he propelled her out of the bathroom and round to a door beneath the stairs. Through the door, then step by step, he dragged her down into the basement room. It was cool down there. The single room was floored, like the rest of the villa, in marble. Pastel-pink drapes covered the walls, muffling sounds, giving the room a rather flat feel. A large TV screen dominated one wall, and cupboards along another contained a range of paraphernalia for extreme enjoyment. At the far end was a bed, similar in many ways to a hospital bed, fitted with what looked like orthopedic traction equipment. Curved frames, pulleys, ropes, straps, Velcro - and a soft, pink rubber sheet decorated in Hello Kitty motifs.
"No! No! Please no... no... no... daddy... No! Please don't... no... nooooo! Pleeeese! Nooooo! Don't...! Please let me go please please please no please no no noooooo!" Quinn began to cry, loudly, her voice quavering up towards a scream. Anton slapped her hard across the buttock as he dragged her to the bed. She fought, but overpowering her was both easy and exciting. He strapped her wrists to the bed corners. Her legs he spread wide and secured to the restraints hooked to the two curving frames. A Velcro band secured her midriff between her belly button and the heavenly little spot where her outspread thighs met. Tears coursed down her flushed, blotchy cheeks. Anton laughed as he secured her in place, a perfectly-positionable fuck-doll. A scared, miserable, hot, blonde, six-year-old little fuck-doll, his to do with as he pleased.
His grin spread as he stood looking down on her, stroking his iron-hard cock, listening to her pleas and cries, watching her little body shake with fear. He reached for a pair of remotes lying on a nearby shelf. With one he flipped on the TV screen; a different set of sounds overlaid Quinn's noises, different and yet complementary. Hardcore BDSM played out on the screen for the little girl's amusement. Or not. He tossed that remote aside and fingered the second. "Watch this, Quinny. This is really neat!"
He thumbed the remote and Quinn's ankle restraints began to rise, along the wide, curving tracks, dragging her legs up with them. The wide restraint across her belly kept her body still as the bed raised and spread her legs, opening the space between, perfectly displaying her sweet little pussy and asshole at just the right angle. Anton climbed onto the bed, licking the girl's right calf as he nestled down between her thighs and rubbed his cock across her crotch. He nuzzled his cockhead in between her pussy lips, nudging her cunt opening. He pushed gently against her hymen, making her yelp within her general moans. He grinned again, then grabbed her thighs hard and shoved his cock against her asshole. It was still wet and slippery and loose from before dinner - he didn't have to push long before his cock slipped forwards, penetrating the girl again. Tight and warm. Little girl's asshole. Yes.
He fucked her ass deep. Between his grip and the Velcro embrace she was solid. He pushed deep into her, feeling his cock probe new territory in her young ass. Inch by inch his cock vanished inside her until she was completely impaled on him. His balls touched her soft buttocks. His cock was buried in his six-year-old fuck-slave. She gasped and yelped at each deep stroke - almost right out, right back in. Out. Deep in. His cock was slick with lube, saliva, piss, the contents of her ass.
Every now and then he stopped, withdrew, climbed down. He watched her shiver and cry for a little while, her bloodshot eyes pleading, pleading with him. Then he straddled her chest, took her little head in both hands and forced his ass-slimy cock into her mouth. Every time she gagged and retched; strands of thick saliva smeared across her chin, cheeks and chest. He forced his way in deep, into her throat. She was tight, wet. His cock loved it. He loved it. He tried to make her vomit but her resilience was remarkable. He settled for the retching slime, the thick, gloopy strands that dripped between his cock and her tiny, trembling mouth every time he pulled out.
One time he was deep up her ass he felt her shudder, and the pee that she couldn't produce on the toilet finally burst free. He jammed the head of his cock hard up against her pee-hole, then played games with her, stringing her along for twenty minutes and more, her pee squirting and oozing every now and then as he plundered her ass, her pee-hole, the entrance to her cunt. "Dirty little girl!" he laughed as her pee trickled down his cock. "Dirty little slut-child!" She cried loudly as he tormented her, her whole body shaking in the restraints, the discomfort in her bladder never-ending.
Her final dribbles of pee oozed over the head of his cock and he rubbed his cock between her pink and swollen pussy lips until he felt his own urge. He tensed his muscles as he leaned back, grasping the base of his cock - then let go, his jet of piss splashing the full length of the girl's body and catching her in the mouth. She spat and spluttered and retched as he laughed, pissing across her chest and belly, pissing on her little child's cunt. Another grasp of the base, a pause and a thrust and he penetrated her ass again. He had to wait patiently for a minute or so until his flow started again, but then he finished relieving himself very satisfactorily deep inside the girl's rectum. He pounded her ass for a while, then withdrew. An enema of piss fairly squirted from her asshole, washing specks of crap from her trembling ass.
"Dirty girl!" he laughed as he straddled her chest again, his throbbing, dripping, ass-slimed cock in her face. Gripping her hair in two bunches he forced his way into her mouth. This time she did vomit, a spray of her stomach contents squirting around his cock and splattering from the stretched corners of her mouth to cover his pubic hair. "Ah you little bitch!" he yelled, forcing his cock deeper as she retched and choked. "Fucking dirty little whore!" Her part-digested dinner and stomach-slime dripped from his cock. Only when she'd finished retching did he withdraw.
There was a small sink in the corner of the room, and a bucket. The water was only cold, but it wasn't for him. He threw half a bucket over her face and the rest over the messy pool around her butt, sluicing a good amount of the filth onto the marble floor where the small drain would take care of it. Then he turned up the volume on a particularly violent piece of anal rape on the screen, winked at the barely-conscious little girl, and went upstairs for a shower.
It was past midnight. He showered slowly, his cock never subsiding below semi-erect, then grabbed himself another beer and sauntered back down into the dungeon. A delightfully severe caning was playing out on the screen, the young woman's yells beautiful to hear. He watched for a while, relishing the thick, red weals that slowly rose on her buttocks after each blow of the cane, the dark bruising from earlier blows. He looked across at his fuck-doll, still strung up on the bed, but she was asleep, exhausted, her mind wandering in nightmares no worse than her waking reality. He walked over to her. The girl shivered every now and then, and twitched. Her soft round face was a mask of misery, grey hollows under her eyes, smears of vomit still across her cheeks. He nuzzled his erect cock into her face, pushing at her lips with it, but she didn't wake.
"Naughty Quinn," he murmured, stroking strands of hair away from her face. "Ignoring me. Well, I know a way to wake you up."
The first swishing stroke from the whippy cane did indeed wake her. She screamed, jerked in her bonds as the blow landed across her exposed buttocks. "Wakey wakey, sleepy head!" laughed Anton, admiring the red weal rising against her pale flesh. "Say hello to daddy!" He lashed her again, her scream a delight, the red line across her upper thighs gloriously hot and tight. Again and again and again and again. Six red weals criss-crossing the girl's soft flesh, hot tears squirting from her exhausted eyes. Anton shifted sideways, drawing the cane slowly down the girl's inner thigh to rub it back and forth across her pussy. He nestled the hard, smooth wood between her child's pussy lips and stroked up and down. Her voice was low and desperate beneath her tears. "Nononononono...nono...please...please...nono no no no nono oh please no..."
"Ah, my little baby girl," he murmured, bouncing the cane lightly on her swollen pussy. "Ah, sweet Quinn. You have been such a lovely fuck. I love your mouth - you do lovely things with your mouth you know - and I love to feel my cock up your ass. Do you like my cock in your ass, Quinn? I'm sure you do. I'm sure having daddy's hard cock deep up your ass makes you feel loved and wanted, doesn't it? Yeah, sure it does. Your mouth and your ass, Quinn, honey - sweet, real sweet.
"But you know, you know the one place I haven't gone? The one place that's maybe a bit special? Yeah, your cunt. Your lovely, sweet, tight little cunt. You've got your virginity, don't you, and that's a really special thing, a really precious thing. Your first time is a really special time, something to save for your husband, or a really special boy. Something you never forget.
"Well, you won't forget your first time, Quinn. Here, and now, covered in piss and shit and cum and tears, and scared out of your wits and caned on your butt, I'm gonna rape your hot little cunt and be your first fuck, right here, right now!"
Anton laughed aloud as the girl screamed in despair. He threw the cane aside and lifted the small remote. Slowly he brought her legs down, then tightened the tension on the ropes so she was spread-eagled flat on the bed, her legs at a right angle, the soft, pink, girlish opening to her cunt laid bare. She writhed and screamed as he climbed onto the bed and leaned over her, his cock hovering between her legs. She spat in his face, some reserves of defiance compelling her. He laughed, spat back in hers, then slapped her face, hard, both cheeks, leaving bright red handprints.
"Mm, naughty! Still, you must be excited. I know I am! Ready, my angel?" Bracing himself with one arm he positioned his rampant cock, nuzzling up between her pussy lips, filling the entrance to her little cunt. "What a sweet fuckhole you have, honey," he murmured...
...And stabbed forward.
Quinn screamed. Anton's cock bent under tension for a second. And then there was an audible pop, a tiny ripping sound like a balloon bursting under water, and his cock forced its way into her, shredding her hymen, destroying her tiny, precious virginity. The girl wailed, pure misery. Anton thrilled, pure ecstasy. Deeper he pushed. She was so, so incredibly, unbelievably tight! So tight, and hot! She was the tightest fuck he'd ever experienced; he felt the walls of her cunt squeezing him gloriously all around.
He'd forced half his cock inside when he felt it bump something. The neck of her tiny little cervix, no doubt. He started down into the girl's horrified, traumatised face. Screams from the video mingled with Quinn's sobs as he fucked her, the couple of inches of motion his cock could manage the tightest, most fabulous fuck-motion of his life.
It couldn't last long; he was too hard, too hot, too rampant. Within minutes he felt his aching balls tighten. He pushed down, jamming his cock into her as deeply as possible... stopped... tensed... squeezed...
"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh! Unnngh! Ungh ungh ungh fuck ungh fuck ungh ungh ungh uhhhhhh fuck ohh!"
Nothing like it. Raping and fucking and cumming inside the helpless little six-year-old. Fucking. Nothing. Like it.
Oh.
Fuck.
Yeah.
...
Epilogue
"Bye, honey!" he called, balling the white cotton dress. He threw it at the small, huddled shape lying on the porch. "Thanks for the visit. I'll call your lift for you, you just wait there. Thanks for letting me keep your panties."
He closed the door and stretched. Mm, time for a nap. Better call the number for the girl's pickup, first, he mused. Nice memories! Yesterday cost him a fuck of a lot of money, but mmmm! Utterly fantastic, everything, every moment with that glorious little fuck-child, morning, noon and night.
Oh fuck, yeah.