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The Bargain Part 4 (Mg ped cons rom)

Chapter Eleven

   Allen in the meantime was lost in thought as well, of a
different sort.  As he fought the traffic of a hot day in Spokane,
his brain was in turmoil.  Everything was dangerous, so far as he
could see.  First there was the immediate problem of buying clothes
for the girl.  How would it look for a lone man buying little
girl's clothes, blouses and pants, socks and shoes and, shuddering
at the thought, panties?

    In the end he decided Kmart was the best bet, get lost with
the low-rent crowd, where hopefully he could bury the purchases in
other mundane household goods without being noticed. The checkout
clerk didn't give him a second look as she bagged the articles, and
he regretted the other junk he had thrown in the cart for cover,
and was now stuffing into the back of the car. He got back in the
car and sat for a moment collecting himself, letting the air
conditioner kick in as the motor idled.

   Allen had crossed the line, and was in no man's land, he knew.
Laurie had him by the balls, quite literally.  He thought of going
to an attorney in town and confessing his indiscretions, looking
for some legal way out.  That was nuts, he realized, what could a
lawyer do now?  The girl was still in his house, no doubt still
wearing his shirt, and what was he supposed to do about that?  He
even considered killing the child, imagining himself dumping her
body in the river and flying back to Hawaii for the summer, lying
low, but he knew he couldn't do such a thing.

   For the last ten years he had been in tight control of himself
and his emotions, lost in the day-to-day details of his life,
building and furnishing the place on the Pend Oreille river,
looking after his other properties, keeping himself away from
having to deal with other people.  He had the money to be able to
afford isolation, and he had been happy in his way.

   Now the whole world seemed against him, every light turning red
as he crawled down Division Street, trying to get on the highway to
Newport and back to whatever waited for him at home. He would give
the child some money, and would take her back to Spokane, that
seemed to be the best solution.  Whatever she wanted, just get her
the hell out of there, then batten the hatches and leave town
immediately, take a plane to wherever, not even to Hawaii, just get
gone, hope the girl would move on and forget about him.

   Or, some part of him thought, maybe . . .

   No, that was stupid, crazy, he had to put those thoughts out of
his head.  Yes, the sex with the girl had been the best thing he
had ever experienced in his life, there was no denying that.  But
to even consider trying to prolong the relationship, that was flat-
out madness.  His cock apparently was being controlled by some
other part of his mind and was stiff and hot in his pants.

Knock it off, he addressed it, I can't even think about it.

   But now it was all he could think about as he drove, the girl's
bottom in his hands, the sight of his shaft sinking between them as
his hands stroked her back, her fine blonde hair, her small smooth
legs and her holy of holies, hairless, white, soft, perfect.

   As he drove his anticipation grew with his confusion, and when
he finally pulled into his driveway he had resolved nothing in his
head, perfectly balanced between desperation and lust. He parked
the car in back of the house and turned it off, listening to the
ticking of the cooling motor as he waited for whatever fate was
going to do to him in the form of the girl, now watching him from
the kitchen window, wondering why he was still sitting in the car,
and then smiling, guessing all.

   Chapter Twelve

   Allen finally got out of the car and retrieved his purchases
from the trunk as she came outside to help, still dressed in the
loose shirt.  Damn she looks good, he thought.  The thought of her
naked under the shirt was making him crazy with desire, and he was
losing the battle in his mind.

   They piled the sacks on the kitchen table and Laurie started to
go through the clothes, sorting them by type and pulling the tags
off, making comments as she worked.

   She opened a box with Nike's inside, "These are nice, did you
remember socks?"

   "They're in one of the bags.  I just bought white to go along
with the shoes.  What about the blouses and pants, do you think
they'll fit OK?"

   "Let's find out," and before he could say anything she pulled
the shirt over her head and stood naked before him, unbuttoning a
blouse to try it on.

   "I wish you wouldn't do that."

   "You didn't mind this morning."

   "I've been thinking about that, and I want to apologize.  It
wasn't right."

   "It's aright, I didn't mind.  Do you want me again?  I want to
eat first, everything's frozen, do you cook for yourself?  I'm not
very good".

   "I haven't done grocery shopping yet," he said absently,
thinking only of what she had said. Do I want you again?  No, he
decided, time to cut the cord.

  "Look, we need to talk, I want you to leave.  I'll give you some
money and then you should go.  I'll drive you back to Spokane
tonight, put you up in a motel, whatever you want."

   "I don't think so.  I've decided to stay," she answered.

   "What?"

   "I'm going to be your daughter for awhile, maybe for a long
time.  Does this look nice?"

   Allen turned to look at the girl, who was wearing a white
blouse with blue cutoff shorts, and generally looking about as cute
as anything in the world had a right to.

   "What the hell are you talking about?"

   "I been doing some thinking too, while you were gone.  You're
nice, and you have lots of money.  You like little girls I noticed
as well.  Mmmm, I saw your library, very naughty."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I told you, I went through your library room.  I'm sorry about
your wife, she was pretty."

   "Never mind my wife, what were you doing looking through my
things?"

   "Scheming."

   "I told you I would give you money, what do you want?"

   Laurie was sitting on the floor pulling on some socks and
testing the shoes, which fit well with the rest of the outfit.

   "We'll have to go out again, I'll need more clothes than these.
And I'll need toys, and books and a bicycle."

   "What the hell do you mean?"

   She looked up at him and sighed in an exasperated tone.  "If
I'm going to pose as your daughter, I'll have to look the part.
I'll need a room in the house, and it will have to look like a girl
lives there.  Besides, I want all that stuff, I never had it, and I
want friends, and I want to go to school."

   "I don't need a daughter."

   "Well, I don't need a father either, not really.  But you'll
do, you're nice."

   "What makes you think I'll go along with this?"

   "Because I'll be your lover, silly."  She walked around the
kitchen, testing the shoes, and went back to the table to examine
more of the clothes he bought.  "What about dinner?"

   "My lover?" he asked.

   "Yes, your lover.  You can have me when you want, and I'll get
to be your daughter.  That's the deal.  Can we have steak?  I never
get to eat steak."

   Allen collapsed into a chair and put his head in his hands,
groaning.  "You can't be my daughter, I don't have a daughter, how
am I suppose to explain you?"

  "Explain me to who?" she replied.  "You don't have a wife, you
don't have any kids, it doesn't even look like you have any friends
that I could see, no letters or anything."

  "It's not nice to go through people's things, you know."

  "Am I going to get a spanking?" she laughed, sticking out her
butt.  "We'll talk after dinner, I'm hungry.  Let's have some
steak, come on Allen."

   "It can't work, you're crazy."

   "Oops, sorry, I mean Daddy."

   Allen lowered his head to the table and covered it with his
hands.  "Stop it, please."

   Laurie came over to him and hugged his back.  "Come on, think
about it, I have.  But I'm really hungry, let's get some dinner and
then we'll talk about it, OK?"

   Allen felt rather like a child being comforted by an adult, so
he shrugged off her embrace and held her arms.  "Look, even if I
got away with it, I'm used to living alone.  Having a kid around
would make me crazy."

   She just laughed.  "Pulleease, I don't want to hang around with
an old man either, I mean, an older man, you know what I mean."

   "I'm thirty seven, I'm not old."

   "Sorry."  She hesitated.  "You look a little older than thirty
seven, no offense."

   "It's a joke from a movie, sorry, I do that a lot.  I'm fifty.
And I don't need a lover or a daughter."

   "I'll stay at the far end of the house, you won't even know I'm
here if you don't want.  I'll come and go as I please.  Can we eat
now?"

   Allen wanted to continue to argue, but he yielded and pulled a
couple of steaks from the freezer while the girl moved her clothing
out of the kitchen and teased him from the living room, trying on
one thing after another, even the panties, giving him a show while
he worked. Although he was nearly in shock and was preparing the
food by instinct, he had to admit the girl had a point, sneaking a
glance at her.

   He tried to think of the people in his life that would need an
explanation.  He had a few old friends he corresponded with, but he
really didn't see them anymore, certainly no one came to his house,
either here or in Kauai.  There had been a couple of women he had
dated in Hawaii, but no one he was seeing currently, and his sex
life consisted of escorts, none of whom visited frequently enough
to question anything about his living situation.

   She would need a birth certificate and a Social Security
number, but that was easy enough, she could simply use her own
name.  Lot's of people named their kids using the wife's last name
these days.

   School was possible, he thought, watching her pulling up a pair
of jeans that were apparently too small to fit.  He would just take
her down to the local school in Kauai and enroll her.  They would
want records of her previous schooling, but if she didn't have any
he could say she had been home schooled or something of that sort.
She seemed bright enough anyway, probably third grade wouldn't be a
chore.

   Right now she seemed to be smarter than he was, he realized.
He didn't even know what he was doing.  He looked around and saw
that he had defrosted the steaks in the microwave and had put
frozen french fries in the oven.  There were plates on the table
and silverware, and the grill was heating up on the stove.  He
couldn't recall doing any of it.

   The more he considered it, the more it seemed possible.  He
turned to the other part of her arrangement.  She said she would be
his lover.  What exactly did she mean by that?  He was calmer now,
and was starting to accept the possibilities, and his desire began
to express its needs. What could he do with the girl, what would
she allow?  She said he could have her when he wanted.  Anytime?
Or would she impose some sort of schedule?  Would she want money?
How much?  What happened when she got older?  She couldn't stay
forever, she had a life to live, though up to this point it didn't
appear to have much promise.

   Laurie had settled on the first blouse and cutoffs she had
tried on.  She spoke to him from the living room as she collected
the empty bags and other junk.  "The jeans were too small, but most
of the other stuff was OK.  Can you take me into town tomorrow?
Where do I put this?"

   Allen turned around and saw she was standing in the kitchen
holding the wadded-up bags.

   "In the garbage, behind that door.  We can drive to Spokane, I
wouldn't want to trust Sandpoint, it's a small town, and I wouldn't
want people to talk.  Maybe some of them have noticed me in town."

   Laurie sat at the table while the steaks sizzled on the grill,
drinking from a can of pop she had retrieved from the fridge.

   "So, sounds like you have gotten used to the idea.  Any
problems?" she asked.

   "Lot's of problems.  What else do you want?"

   She laughed, "nothing you can't afford."

   Allen finished cooking the steaks and pulled the fries from the
oven, and they ate for awhile in silence.  Laurie ate most of the
fries, smothering them in catsup, and all of her steak, while he
merely picked at his food, his head not into dinner at the moment.
She scraped off the dishes while he sat thinking, and when he
looked up she was sitting across from him, resting her head on one
arm and watching him.

   "Well?", she asked.

   "Well what?"

   "You know, you have some questions for me about the other thing."

   "The other thing?"

   She shook her head, "Come on, about doing it with me."

   "Alright, what do you mean I can have you?"

   "Just what I said, you can have sex with me when you want."

   "Whenever I want?"

   "Within reason, I don't expect you'll want to pull me out of
school to do it on the playground," she giggled.

   "No.  But what about you, I mean, will you go along?"

   "You mean will I play with it and suck it and be nice?"

   "Something like that."

   "I'll be very nice, I promise, whatever you want.  You want to
tie me up, spank me, anything like that?  I know what men like."

   "Maybe, I don't know."

   "Just so I don't get hurt, you can do as you please, that's the
deal."

   "And the catch?"

    She laughed again,  "Well, it stops if I choose when I go to
college, which you pay for, a good one, with a nice room and a car,
and then you give me some money and put me in your will, not all of
it, say a tenth.  That's all."

   "That's all, I just make a complete stranger my heir, someone
who was about to sleep in a dumpster last night."

   "That's not nice, and besides, who were you going to give it to
anyway?"

   Allen stopped to think that one over.  It was true, he had no
family, and his will called for his money to go to charity, the
Idaho and Kauai properties to a nature group.

   "What if it doesn't work out?" he asked.

   "Then we make another deal, you give me some money and I go
away."

   "How did you get so smart anyway, you sure you're eight?"

   "Eight and a half," she corrected.  Going on twenty five, Allen
thought.

   "Will you sleep with me at night?" he asked.

   "Whenever you want."

   They sat silent for a moment while Allen considered the girl's
proposition.  He went over the next few months in his mind,
considering all the places he would have to take the girl.  There
was the school, a dentist he supposed, and a doctor, but none of it
seemed to be a real problem. Her promise to please him sexually was
a fair trade as far as he was concerned, never mind what his penis
was thinking, that was obvious by the heat in his lap.  It would be
expensive, but he had more than he needed, far more.

   Then there was the girl to consider.  She was beautiful, and
beyond smart for her age.  Her hard life had made her a capable
person, certainly to come up with the bargain she proposed, which
was not only clever, it revealed that she had sized up his
inclinations accurately, correctly guessing that he could be
manipulated in this fashion.  The question was whether he could
trust her.

  She had led him on from the start, he realized, and he had let
her.  All for the possibility of possessing her naked body.  And
she was right, it was worth it to him, nothing about her manner
made him desire touching her any less.  The more he thought about
it, the more he realized it could be a dream come true for him, of
sorts.  The girl was tough and streetwise, but she was also
cheerful and bright, good company.  He realized it really didn't
matter if he trusted her or not.  She was already in control anyway.

   He looked over at her, still waiting for his answer.  She
raised her eyebrows in question.

   "OK, OK.  What the hell," Allen said, with a resigned sigh.
"We'll try it, see how it goes."

   Laurie beamed and reached out her hand, "shake on it then."

   "You're not going to screw me, are you little girl?"

   She laughed, "probably every few hours for awhile.  You want me
to take a blood oath or something?  What do you have to lose?"

   Just everything, he thought, but shrugged and reached for her
hand, and she pumped it.  She got up from her chair and came around
to his side of the table and sat herself in his lap, kissed him and
played with his hair.

"Daddy," she said, "want to play with me?"

   Chapter Thirteen

   Allen didn't care at the moment whether this relationship was
going to work or not, as for now it give him license to do anything
he wanted with the little girl.  He was determined to take
advantage of it, starting with her still sitting in his lap.  She
didn't seem to mind at all as he pulled his cock free from his
shorts and put her hand on it, squeezing and pulling on it for him,
while she shifted her hips to give her better access.

   He unbuttoned her blouse and spent some time licking and
kissing her nipples, and then stood her up on the kitchen floor,
sitting in front of her and slowing stripping her of her clothes.
He left the panties for last, and spent long moments enjoying the
feel of the girl in the soft cotton, slipping his hands under the
elastic to feel her bottom.  Before he pulled them down he squeezed
her pussy lips together and kissed them through the fabric, getting
a giggle out of her.

   He pulled the panties to her thighs and kissed her pussy again
as it was bared, and let his tongue trace the smooth, white flesh
of the lips.  He tucked his tongue between them and felt her little
clitoris in its hood, and after flicking it a few times, felt it
stiffen while Laurie squirmed and giggled.

   "Does that feel good?" he asked.

   "Hmmm, it tickles, but it's nice."

   "Want me to do it some more?"

   "OK, but don't tickle as much."

   "Like this?" He put his tongue back between her pussy lips, but
rather than flick at it with the tip, he smoothed the flat surface
of his tongue over her clitoris, bringing some moisture into his
mouth.  Laurie seemed to like that better, putting her hands on the
back of his head and spreading her legs.  He curled his tongue a
bit, surrounding the hood with soft wet flesh, and ran it back and
forth in and out of her lips.  She flexed her hips, and when he
glanced up he saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth open
slightly.

   He put more pressure to bear, and kissed her pussy lips at the
bottom of each stroke as he moved his tongue in and out.  He was
rewarded by feeling Laurie grab his hair and tense up, getting a
little soft grunt out her before she pulled away from his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, resting
his head against her tummy, stroking her bottom.

   "Sorry, you want to do it some more?" she asked.

   "Too intense?"

   "I guess.  I'm OK now, you want to lick it again?"

   "Later, right now I think it's my turn."

   Laurie didn't need any prompting, she giggled and kneeled on
the floor in front of him and he spread his legs as she sunk her
mouth over his cock.  She had obviously done this before, but
wasn't really very good, so he helped her with suggestions, how to
use her lips and tongue, how fast to go, what to do with her hands,
and she complied.

   Within a few minutes she was giving him the fits, running her
tongue over the tip as he asked, then sinking her lips over the
head and taking it all in with a slurp, using her tongue to wrap
around the shaft as one hand cupped his balls and the other
surrounded the base of his penis, squeezing and pumping it when her
mouth raised up to the tip again.

   He was going to come he knew, but he suddenly felt a need to be
inside the girl, and picked her up off the floor, carrying her to
the living room couch.  He sat back in the soft cushions and pulled
her onto his lap.  He stuck a finger inside her and finding her
moist, pulled her hips down on his penis, thrilling to the feeling
of the head first tickling the inner lips and then being surrounded
by her warm pussy as she sat down on it.

   He looked up at her to make sure she was alright, and she was
smiling down at him, seeming to be enjoying the experience, or at
least not minding it.  She adjusted her position and settled all
the way down onto him, straddling him on her knees as his hands
cupped her bottom.

   "You OK?" he asked.

   "Sure, you want me to go up and down on it?"

   "In the worst way."

   Laurie smiled, placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted
herself up and down on his cock while he guided her bottom with his
hands.  Allen lay his head back into the cushions and let himself
get lost in the feeling of his cock being worked by her pussy,
closing his eyes to concentrate.

   He was almost surprised when he opened his eyes and beheld the
vision in front of him.  For a moment he had almost forgotten about
the incredible situation he was in, but the sight of her tiny, flat-
chested body impaled on his penis brought it all back.

   Laurie's head was tipped down, her eyes watching what was
happening below her, and her hair was falling forward, framing her
face.  God she was cute, he thought.  He watched her face for any
traces that she was upset or being hurt by the experience, but she
was smiling, as if satisfied with her performance as she pumped
herself up and down.

   He followed her eyes back down to his lap, where his cock was
appearing and vanishing between her white lips.  He could feel his
fingers inside the crack of her bottom as both hands cupped the
full swell of each of her cheeks.  It was too much to take in at
once, and it was making him desperate to cum inside her.  He leaned
back into the couch again and thrust his hips up to meet her,
increasing the speed, his hands gripping her bottom, urging her on.

   He could feel her struggling to keep up and felt his penis
start to grab at her insides a bit.  She was losing her lubrication
and he wasn't going to be able to finish this way.  He started to
say something, but the girl was already lifting herself off,
settling on her knees again, with his cock back in her mouth.

   She slurped and pumped it rapidly, seeming to know he was
ready, and within a few strokes he began to spurt, thrusting his
hips up to meet her, almost banging into her face.  His cock was
aching as he came, the girl giving him no mercy, still thrashing at
the tip even as splashed her tongue with cum.

   "Oh God, Laurie, easy, easy, just suck it lightly when it
cums."  She slowed down and held his penis gently in her mouth as
he finished a few last spasms between her lips.  "Yeah, that's good."

   She continued to suck and lick him as he released her head from
between his hands, stroking her hair and shoulders.  After awhile
he pulled her up into his lap, and held her in his arms, with her
legs straddling his, her pussy pressed into his penis, now spent
for the moment.  He laid her head on his shoulder and caressed her
back and bottom while she wrapped her arms around his neck.  Let me
die like this, Allen thought.

   "You OK?" he asked after awhile.

   Laurie lifted her face off his shoulder and looked up at him.
"Sure, I'm fine.  I'm sorry I dried up, was it alright?"

   "It was heaven.  I didn't hurt you?"

   "No," she laughed and put her head back on his shoulder, "I'm
fine, really."

   "We'll use some lubricant next time, I've got some in the
bedroom," he said.

   "Want me to get it?"

   "Not now, I won't be any good for awhile."

   "Want me to suck it some more?"

   "No, not now, I just want to hold you like this."

   "Hmmm, I like this, it's nice," she said, "rub my back."

   He held her for a long time, in no hurry to do anything else.
He thought of what else he would like to do the girl, and felt his
cock stir a little as he ran through the possibilities.  For the
moment he couldn't think of anything that was better than holding a
tiny girl in his arms like this, naked, fresh from being fucked,
pressed against his cock.
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