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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998-2000


Disclaimers:

This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any
specific person, living or dead.

Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This
does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever
performed any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity.
(Nor does it mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't).

This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions
it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it
available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these
laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids
anyway.


CHAPTER 57: THE HONEYMOONERS - PART 2

We were up early the next morning. Of course, the first thing we did was
fuck. Then we took a shower, fucking again there. And, after breakfast,
just as we were leaving for the park, Elizabeth turned back from the
door, got on the bed, spread her legs and said, "Just one more time
before we go, okay?"

Once we got to the park, she was again a typical little girl, wide-eyed
at Cinderella's Castle, eager to ride on every ride at once, giddy and
silly after Space Mountain.

We didn't break for lunch until midafternoon. We had filled up several
times on junk, but finally my stomach rebelled and said it needed real
food. Having seen the Cajun restaurant as we passed by it on the Pirates
of the Caribbean ride, Elizabeth insisted we eat there. It was an okay
meal, and the place was not packed as it usually is, it being the lull
between lunch and dinner.

When we were leaving the restaurant, Little Bit went into the ladies
room. But as soon as she was through the door, she came back and
beckoned to me. Wonderingly, I followed her a step or two in. "There's
nobody here," she said. "Quick!" Then she pulled me into a stall.

"I've been waiting hours for this," she said, leaning over and grabbing
the back of the toilet after reaching behind herself to pull up her
skirt. "Pull down my panties and fuck me quick," she said, whispering.

I did as I was told, first telling Reward to make sure nobody came in,
then feeling her tight little ass through the thin nylon panties, and
finally pulling them down to reveal the peaches and cream of her skin.

Her words from the night before were on my mind when I looked at the
beautiful little butt. I decided I'd see how she really felt about pain.
"You're a very bad girl, Elizabeth," I said.

"Huh? Come on, hurry," she answered. "Somebody might come in."

"Yes," I answered, "and we'd get in trouble, and it would be your
fault," I said, trying to sound angry, and accompanying the words with a
loud slap on her ass.

"What?! Tom! Don't!" she said in bewilderment as her ass cheek reddened.

"Don't tell me don't," I answered with confused syntax. "I'm your
husband, and I make the rules." I slapped her hard again, on the other
cheek.

"Tom, no!" she said, tears coming to her eyes.

"Yes!" I said, slapping her harder twice. "It's bad to bring a man into
the women's room," I said, slapping her twice more. "It's wrong to be a
dirty girl." Slap! Slap!

She was crying harder now, and her ass was glowing a dark red. I slapped
her butt twice more, my hand now stinging. "Do you know what happens to
bad girls who bring men into the ladies' room?" I asked.

She sniffled, trying to stop the tears long enough to answer. "Wh-what?"
she asked piteously.

"They get spanked, and then they get fucked with a big, hard cock in
their pussies."

My cock was hard. I'd never done sexual spanking before, never even
fantasized about it, and I was amazed at how it had turned me on. I
grabbed the girl's hips and drove my cock all the way into her in one
rough motion.

It had apparently turned her on just as much, because her pussy was
soaking in her juices. After her first explosion of breath when my cock
drove into her, she began immediately crying for more as she pushed her
pussy back against me. She turned her head to me and said, "Fuck me for
being bad."

I fucked harder, holding her slender hips and pulling her back and forth
like a doll as I drove my cock deep inside her. "Yeah," she said, "yeah
- fuck your dirty little slut." Then her orgasm overcame her, and she
shrieked in a high-pitched wail that tailed off into whimpers as I
continued slamming into her until I finally drove deep into her one last
time and ground my groin against her ass, holding my cock in deep and
shooting my sperm far up into her womb.

Five minutes later, with my sperm still dribbling down her thigh, we
were in line for the Matterhorn ride.

That night, back in the room (after the pre-dinner and post-dinner
fucks) the costume party continued as Elizabeth forced me out on the
balcony again while she changed clothes. When I came in, I found her
garbed in classic hooker clothes - an ultra-tight red tube-top (her tits
showing as two tiny bumps in the thin fabric), a bare midriff, a tight,
black leather micro-mini, black fishnet stockings, and six-inch stiletto
heels. Her hair was ratted, and she had on way too much make-up. "Hi,
baby," she said. "Want a date?"

In a way, it was erotic. But it was even more funny, and I just barely
managed to not laugh. "Where did you get that outfit?" I spluttered.

"Mom and I got it at that new store in the mall - FuckMart," Little Bit
answered, luckily not catching my initial slip. "When we were there, she
said I was talking like such a slut, I might as well dress like one."
she grinned. "I guess I was being pretty filthy."

She paused, and then returned to business. "So how about that date, big
boy?" Then she was struck by inspiration. "No!" she shouted. "You know
what I want to do?"

I shook my head, afraid to hazard a guess.

"Give me ten-fifteen minutes," she said, heading for the door (and
stumbling slightly in the incredibly high heels). "I'm going out on the
street - you get the car and come pick me up - just like a real whore."

As she disappeared through the door I heard her voice trailing away.
"Wow! This will be so cool."

I stood motionless as she left, totally bemused by the scene I had
experienced. An eleven year old girl was going out in front of the
Disneyland Hotel, dressed as a hooker, to stand on Whatever-the-name
Street and flag down passersby. Should be interesting. Actually, just
walking through the hotel lobby dressed as she was should be
interesting.

I told Reward (he knew anyway) to make sure she didn't get hurt or
arrested, waited the allotted time, and went downstairs to get the car.

When I stepped out the front door of the hotel, I knew that Elizabeth
was having her fun. I looked to my right and saw that she had stationed
herself about a hundred yards down the street, which had become
massively jammed, as drivers slowed to a crawl to look at the young girl
alternately beckon to them, blowing an occasional kiss, and then turn
around to wiggle her slender ass.

A couple cars, each with one guy, tried to stop for her, but she waved
them disdainfully on. More cars, probably coming from the park, featured
mothers trying to cover their children's eyes. As I got in my car, I saw
a cop car pull over - not to arrest Elizabeth, of course, but to try to
unsnarl the traffic around her.

I pulled out of the hotel and inched toward Little Bit through the
honking maelstrom, wondering what would come next. When I was two cars
away, she saw me and waved, simultaneously saying, "Get lost, jerk," to
the guy in the car in front of me.

When I got up even with her, Elizabeth turned her back to me and bent
over, poking her ass out toward me, then rubbing the tightly-stretched
black leather suggestively. Then she turned and grinned at me, walking
to the car window. "Still want that date, sweetie?" she asked with a
giggle.

"You bet," I answered, opening the door for her.

As she got in, the cop walked over. "You going with this guy?" he asked,
looking pleased when Elizabeth nodded. "Good," he said, "then we can get
this traffic cleared up. You made quite a mess, young lady.""

After Elizabeth had apologized, I asked the cop to advise me on a good
nearby spot for a quickie with a whore. He suggested we try the side lot
of a supermarket two blocks away, then turned to Elizabeth to ask, "How
old are you, little girl?" When she said that she was eleven, he turned
to me to advise, "Better be done with her by ten, we're tough on curfew
for kids under twelve."

Then, with a friendly wave, we were gone, and a moment later I was
pulling into a dark, narrow stretch of pavement beside a Ralph's - more
an alley than a parking lot.

When we were parked, I opened my pants and said, "Okay, whore, suck me."

Elizabeth giggled and put her hand on my cock, caressing it lightly, but
said, "Pay up first."

"How much?"

"Fifty?" she asked, tentatively. I handed it over, to a squeal of, "How
cool, I've never had fifty bucks!"

"Get busy," I growled - or tried to growl. "You've got to earn that
money."

She earned it. Her head was quickly in my lap, and I could feel her lips
taking in my cock. In a moment, however, apparently feeling that she
wasn't getting enough stimulation, she twisted on her side, taking my
hand in hers and attaching it firmly to one of her little tits. Then she
pulled up her short skirt to reveal a naked pussy and began busily
frigging herself.

As hot as Elizabeth was, and as experienced a masturbator as she'd
become in the past year or so, she came almost as quickly as I did. And
it didn't take me long, given the build-up. The feel of the girl's
small, puffy tit in my hand, the sight of her fingering her hairless
pussy, and the sight and feeling of her deeply-red lips in my cock
quickly drove me to the edge and then over, as my cock exploded in her
mouth.

Elizabeth greedily swallowed the sperm, then kept sucking a few moments
longer as her hand moved ever faster in her crotch. Then she sighed
contentedly, and relaxed with her head in my lap.

A few moments later, as we drove back to the hotel, she asked, "Is that
it - is that all a hooker has to do for fifty bucks?"

"The prices and services vary," I pointed out, "but basically that's
it."

"Shit," she said in wonder, "talk about easy money."

Not having been fucked in the car (she was a bit annoyed about that, I
learned), Elizabeth insisted on a two-fer when we got back to the hotel,
and a couple more in the morning before we headed back to Disneyland.

The morning was passed hitting the few rides we hadn't done the day
before, and catching a few for the second time. It being Saturday, the
crowds were a bit thicker, but when the lines got too long, I had Reward
clear them out.

We did a late lunch again, and again Elizabeth used the ladies' room
afterward, again waving me in after checking to see it was empty.
Actually, the whole scene was a repeat - Little Bit bent over the
toilet, I spanked her until her ass glowed red, and then we fucked.

As a matter of fact, the rest of the day at the Park was pretty much the
same. No major surprises other than Little Bit pulling up her skirt to
flash Mickey. The Small World ride was fun, too, since halfway through
the chorus changed to "She's a small, small slut," much to Elizabeth's
delight.

When we returned to the hotel room - it was late that night after
staying for the light parade - and had our first fuck of the night, I
asked Elizabeth, "What's the game this time? I've gotten used to a
different costume every night."

She giggled and clambered over me out of the bed, running off to the
bathroom, carrying her bag. In a moment, she emerged, wearing her school
uniform.

She stood in front of me and twirled around, showing off the blue,
plaid, pleated skirt down to her knees, the white stockings that came
almost to the knees, the prim, white, starched blouse fastened with a
blue bowtie.

"Mommy says that men get turned on by girls in school uniforms," she
said with a trace of doubt.

"Works on me," I said, putting out my arms and drawing her close for a
deep kiss, feeling her tiny tit through the blouse, then dropping my
other hand down to cup an ass cheek and pull her closer to me.

When I had pulled her up on the bed and was laying her head on the
pillow, Elizabeth looked into my eyes and asked, "Tom, could we do
something special this time?"

I nodded.

"Will you tie me up?" she asked. "I heard that's fun."

I wondered about the sources of the girl's knowledge, but readily agreed
as she reached into her bag to bring out a collection of FM-signature
handcuffs, ropes, and leather straps.

I handcuffed her and then fastened the cuffs by a rope to the headboard
of the bed. At which point Elizabeth started giggling. "Cool," she said.
"I've never been handcuffed."

"I don't think it's quite proper to be giggling," I admonished her.

"Oh sorry," she said with mock contrition. "Please, please don't tie me
up, Tom," she went on, still giggling.

I attached black leather cuffs to each leg, noting as I did that she was
wearing no panties. I attached the cuffs just above the knee, then
looped a rope through the attached ring and tied it to the side board,
pulling her knees out to each side, flat against the mattress.

Elizabeth wasn't giggling now. She looked down at her gaping pussy and
exclaimed, "Oh god, I'm wide open! Geez, this is a turn-on, Tom."

I stuck a finger into the open pussy. It was thoroughly wet - Semper
Paratus seemed to be Elizabeth's motto.

As I unbuttoned her blouse, I looked into Elizabeth's eyes. They were
burning with lust, and also wondering what I would do next. Being at my
mercy seemed to drive the girl's always boiling libido to a new level.

I opened the blouse, revealing her tiny breasts, topped with their hard
little nipples. I bent over to kiss her breasts, and felt her shudder as
I did. I nipped the nipple between my teeth and pulled on it, feeling
her react again. Then I sucked her whole tit into my mouth, at the same
time driving my finger deep into her cunt, and she began bucking her
hips wildly and screaming in lust. It took only a few seconds of this
and a couple tweaks of her clit for the girl to reach her orgasm.

As Elizabeth slowly recovered, I stepped off the bed for a moment to
remove the robe I'd been wearing. Her breathing almost back to normal,
she looked over at me, eyeing my hard cock, already releasing a few
drops of semen. "Tom, I want . . . ." she began.

"Uh-uh," I said. "You're tied up, remember? We do what I want." I
reached into her bag, telling Reward to put in what I was looking for. I
pulled out a dildo, which I immediately slid up Elizabeth's gaping
pussy. She grunted as it went in, then squealed as I turned on the
vibrator. I pulled out another, slightly smaller, which I wedged into
her asshole. When it was turned on, I asked, "How does that feel?"

"Oh shit," was all she could gasp, but her face told the story.

I settled myself over her then, straddling her chest, and picked up her
head with both hands, telling her to open her mouth as I guided my cock
into it. She sucked it in, using her tongue to wrap around the stalk,
before I began slowly stroking gently in and out.

As hot as I was, it took only a few moments before I could feel the heat
rising in my groin. I reached behind me and turned both dildos up to
high, and then began stroking a bit harder. Elizabeth gagged slightly,
looking up at me with worried eyes. I pulled back a bit, then pushed
forward again, lodging my cock at the entrance of her throat. She licked
again at the base of my cock and I shot deep into her, then pulled out
and shot twice more onto her face. As I did, the streams of semen
covering one eye and dangling down her cheek, she looked at me with
wonder, and then began her own orgasm.

I lay beside her a few moments, letting her ride her orgasm, then turned
off the dildos, and removed them. "Do you want me to release you now?" I
asked when her breathing had returned to something approaching normal.

She looked at me as if I were crazy. "Of course not," she said. "You
haven't even fucked me yet."

I scooped a bit of sperm off her cheek and dangled it over her mouth.
She raised her head and put out her tongue to flick it into her mouth.
"Besides," she added, "first I want you to do something to me that
you've never done before."

"What?"

"I don't know," she said. "Anything you want - as long as you've never
done it before. I want to be the first."

I was puzzled. I've done just about everything, and the few things I
haven't done are things I don't care about. Necrophilia? Can't do it
unless I kill her, and even though she said "anything", I doubt if that
was included.

Then I had an idea - actually my bladder had the idea.

I stood on the bed, took my cock in hand, told her to open her mouth,
and aimed a stream of urine at the target. Shocked at first, Elizabeth
turned her head away, but then recovered and turned back. My aim was
only so-so, and a goodly amount of yellow liquid splattered off her nose
and cheeks before I found the range.

When her mouth was filled, I stepped back slightly and aimed at her
pussy - specifically her clit. Unfortunately, as soon as I hit it,
Elizabeth began writhing with pleasure, which made it hard for me to
keep hitting it. But it didn't seem to matter, as anything close drove
the girl wild. I told Reward to let me keep up the stream a bit longer,
and I continued pissing as she got nearer and nearer her orgasm.

I stopped when she was not quite there, and she looked up at me from the
yellow-stained bed. Then she grinned and let loose her own arc of
yellow, shooting up at me and splattering against my leg. The whole time
she kept her eyes on me, and when she was done she said just, "Fuck me."

Immediately, I dropped to my knees on the soggy mattress, then pushed my
cock into her. Her cunt was as hot and wet as any I've ever entered, and
as tight as it was I had no trouble going deep into her with a single
stroke. As I pulled out her hips drew back, and then we smashed
ourselves together again. In a moment we were pounding each other
mercilessly.

Tied as she was, she couldn't use her arms and legs to urge me on, so
Little Bit used her voice. "Fuck me!" she ordered. "Fuck your little
piss slut."

I slammed harder into her and she poured out more profanity. "Fuck me!"
she screamed again. "Oh god," she moaned, "I'm such a filthy little
whore."

I stepped up the pace, pounding her pussy even harder and faster, and
she responded, pushing her cunt back at me as she screamed, "God! It's
so goddamned filthy dirty! Fuck your whore! Fuck my dirty little cunt!"

At last, I could do no more, as I pounded again and again into the
wide-spread pussy, driving my cock as hard and deep as I could into her,
until she no longer said anything except "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck...."
Endlessly repeated like a mantra, as I fucked into her again and again,
her chant coming faster and faster as I pounded her pussy harder and
harder. Finally, she spoke no more, simply moaning with a long, low
growl, as her orgasm washed over her. And then I was still too, going
rigid as my cock shot another load of sperm deep into her womb.

A few minutes later, as I was untying her, Elizabeth suggested that
maybe I shouldn't. "I think maybe I'd like to stay like this all night.
Then, if you wake up during the night, you can just climb on and fuck
me."

I kissed her cheek. "Little Bit," I said, "there ain't no chance I'm
going to wake up tonight."

Before I went to a well-deserved sleep, Elizabeth made me promise I'd
never piss on anybody else, in return for a promise that she was
available anytime. "I really, really liked that, Tom," she added
unnecessarily. "It was really cool, especially when you peed on my
clit."

By the way, I know you're thinking that I had done the urinating bit
before, so I was being dishonest with Little Bit, since she asked for
something I'd never done before. And you're right. I justified it to
myself because I honestly couldn't think of anything even remotely
reasonable that I hadn't done. And the one instance where I had pissed
on women, in the Mallory Empire, if you recall, I had actually pissed
pineapple juice, so I figured it didn't really count. And besides, I
knew that the real issue was Cassie - as long as Elizabeth was
experiencing something Cassie hadn't and wouldn't, she was happy.

The next morning being Sunday, I had Little Bit kneel in front of me for
the morning blowjob, which I figured worked out to being the CSP's
version of communion. Then we had our morning shower fuck and checked
out of the hotel.

At the front desk, after the clerk had told me that Disney corporate
management had decided to comp the room in honor of Elizabeth's being
the youngest bride ever in the honeymoon suite, he asked if everything
had been okay.

"Everything was fine," I assured him.

"And Mrs. Mallory?" he pursued. "Did she meet your expectations?"

"She was everything I hoped and more," I replied honestly. "Hot as
hell."

"She looks so innocent," he said, glancing over at the girl, a wistful
look on his face. When Elizabeth saw him looking, she spread her legs,
revealing her hairless pussy.

"Appearances can be deceiving," I noted as I left the desk.

We had several hours before our flight, so first we drove up to Long
Beach where Elizabeth, a Titanic fanatic, could see the Queen Mary. On
the way, I lectured her about her habit of flashing people.

We had a great time on the ship, with Little Bit pointing out things
that reminded her of the movie. She wanted me to stand up on the prow
and do the "King of the World" routine, but I begged off on the grounds
that it was beneath my immense dignity.

As we neared the end of the tour, we passed a women's rest room and
Little Bit opened the door. I suspected of course what she was up to,
and was right, as immediately she turned back and beckoned me in.

This time, though, she hadn't checked the stalls carefully and, just as
the door closed behind me, a woman emerged from one, looking up at me,
startled as she zipped her jeans.

Momentarily disconcerted, I quickly regained my composure and said, "My
wife and I were just looking for a place for a quick fuck."

"Oh," the woman said, relaxing. "Well, you might want to use the
handicapped stall - there's more room." Then she looked at Elizabeth and
said, "You look awfully young to be married," and turned to me to
smilingly add, "Fucking sonofabitch child molester."

I thanked her for the tip, and Little Bit and I entered the roomy stall
as the woman left the room. This time, instead of immediately leaning
over the toilet as she'd done at Disneyland, the girl sat on it, pulling
down her pants and loosing a stream of yellow into the bowl. "This time
I actually had to pee," she said with a smile. Then added, "If you want
to, you can pee on me."

Since this was "our thing", I took out my cock and directed my stream at
her pussy, which she helpfully pulled open to widen the target. The two
streams melded together and poured into the toilet.

Then, without wiping her pussy, an omission which would no doubt upset
her mother, the girl took her familiar position, leaning over the toilet
and raising her skirt, saying, "I was so bad to bring you in here when
someone was here - you should spank me for being a bad girl."

With that, she wiggled her sweet little butt, caressing it softly and
saying, "Do it to me really hard."

I spanked her with a loud slap, then again as each cheek reddened
slightly. She gasped in pain, and then said, "More, Tom, please." I
slapped her ass twice more, and then followed with a rapid series of
loud cracking spanks that brought soft sobs from Elizabeth, and a
stinging soreness to my hands. At last, as her ass cheeks glowed a
bright red, Elizabeth turned her tear-streaked face to me and said, "No
more, Tom, fuck me."

Then she turned back and grabbed the back of the toilet as I pulled
apart her cheeks and drove my cock hard into her ass. Elizabeth shouted
in surprise, and probably some pain, as my cock entered her, but when I
had pulled out she screamed to the wall, "Do it again! Harder!"

I needed no encouragement. I slammed my cock back into her ass, as she
pushed back into me with equal vigor. We were both so high that we
couldn't last, and it took only a few strokes for Elizabeth to come
loudly, with the tightening of her sphincter squeezing my seed from me.

As we left the restroom a moment later, I asked Little Bit why she had
removed her pants and put them in her purse. "I like to feel your stuff
oozing down my leg," she said. "It feels so dirty." I should have
guessed.

And then we went home. The only thing remaining to report being the blow
job that she gave me in the plane's toilet, while she pissed.

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