Perverts 'R' Us

Amsterdam (Take Two)

By Gesso ( M/g, ws, dom )

My earlier story about stumbling upon a child bordello in Amsterdam's underground, is expanded here by way of my having chosen a different little girl or girls, and the adventures we had...

There were at least twelve girls standing there in a line - some of them holding hands - the younger ones had nightdresses on - the older had various forms of revealing lingerie - and there was one 4-year-old at the end of the line who was completely naked, though seemed perfectly at ease...

The old lady let me ogle them for a while, then, still holding my hand, introduced me to the first pair.

"Our sisters - nine, and six years old. The oldest is very anal, and loves her sister very, very much - both are fuckable."

I almost came in my pants. She pulled me along.

"This is Samantha - she's a wild one - up for anything." She shook her long black mane.

"Lisa and Gizelle - very close friends - Gizelle is into water sports." She blew me an obscene kiss.

"This is Janni - nine years old - she prefers hard anal." She turned around, lifted her nightdress, and stuck her finger up her butt.

"Maxi is ten - she will perform anything you ask." She immediately lifted off her night-dress, no underwear, and began fingering herself, then tasting her fingers.

"Mitzi and Sabrina are very loving - they're both twelve, and are the most experienced of the girls we have." The one bent down in front of the other, lifted up her night-dress and began sucking her cunt.

"This is Laila - she loves to be dominated, and, within certain restraints, loves pain - spanking and slapping is allowed, but no blood - and I frown upon too many bruises." She just stood there, disinterested.

"And Katy here, our youngest, and newest member, well, she'll do what you ask, but since she's just four years old, I would prefer nothing anal at this point - but you have paid the price, if that is what you wish." She blew me a kiss.

"Laila" I mumbled.

She grabbed me by the hand without looking me in the eyes, and led me up several flights of stairs, down a long dark hallway, then up two more flights of stairs that ended in a single door. She opened the door and we entered.

It was a fairly large room - the windows were covered with heavy, dark brown curtains - a pink cover over the light in the ceiling made for this foreboding, dull neon-kinda feeling throughout the room. There was an open closet - very messy, as if she'd just swept all her clothes from off her bedroom floor into there, a messy desk, a low shelf with small figurines, and a chest at the end of the queen-sized bed, which had an unpolished metal frame. The bed was meticulously made - a red satin coverlet, lots of satin covered pillows.

She plopped down on the bed and began undressing. I just stood there.

"How old are you, Laila?"

"Ten," but then she laughed. "No, I'm eleven, eleven and a half, really. I can't really get away with the ten-year-old bit anymore, can I?"

Then she stuck out her chest, little boobs were clearly starting to emerge - her tiny nipples bright like cherries - matching her thin lips. Her skin was powder-white, her long straight hair jet black, her eyes blue-green. She had long legs for an eleven-year-old - no hair at all on her pussy - which seemed almost invisible - just a little fine line.

She noticed me just staring.

"Well, should we get started?"

"Oh." And I came out of my trance and began to undress. "You into Goth?"

"Yeah, well. What shall we do first?"

"Talk."

"What?"

"Um, explain what Madam meant, when she said you like being spanked."

"Oh, that - well, yes. I like my sex hard - I enjoy getting my hair pulled, slapped and spanked - my nipples pulled and bitten. Here..." She crawled down to the end of the bed and opened up the chest, I peered in. "These are my toys."

There was a wooden rod - like what a headmaster would use in an English school, various leather straps and harnesses, hand-cuffs and ropes, several dildos - two of which were huge - and many other things, but just like her closet, it had all been tossed in - a huge mess.

She sat up, and for the first time came the faint glimmer of a smile to her lips. She held her arms out, as an invitation, and I sat next to her - my cock rock-hard, just from looking at her beautiful immature body. She touched my side - I jumped - like jolted with electricity. But she held her hand there, and slowly caressed me.

"Finished talking?"

I turned to face her directly, slowly leaned in, and kissed her beautiful mouth. She even tasted of cherries - so sweet - a kinda innocent first kiss - I'd never kissed such a young girl before, and immediately fell in love. Her hand now started to trace its way down my waist and brushed my cock.

"No. Let's talk."

"Wow, you are real kinky - what's your name?"

"Tom."

"Well, Tom, it's your dime."

"What?"

"Heard that in an American movie once - thought I'd make you feel at home."

"How did you end up here?"

"We're not supposed to get personal."

"Well, see - that's a taboo - to tell me your story - doesn't that turn you on, to break the rules?"

"Ha!"

"I like hearing stories. Stories turn me on. Besides, we have until morning, right? Got all the time in the world. I'll beat you up later - promise." And she laughed. She got up, went to a corner of the room, and bent down, opening a little refrigerator.

"Beer, Tom? Dutch beer is the best in the world."

"Yes, thanks."

She opened the beer and found a glass, sniffed it and said, "It's dirty."

"Bottle's fine."

She handed me the bottle, slid up on the bed and sat back propped-up with pillows, her long thin pale legs obscenely spread. I scooted forward, and placed my hands on her tiny left foot - and, sitting cross-legged, began massaging her toes. She smiled.

"Well, you're not the most observant man, are you? Did you even look at Madam?"

"Yeah, I..."

"Well?" And she motioned to her face. It slowly sunk in. "I'm her daughter."

"Oh."

"About six years ago my father left us. We were living in a little town not far from the city, and we were forced to move in with my mother's parents. They were not happy with the situation - they're poor people - own a little kiosk, and barely get by themselves, as it is. So mother came to the city to find work. One day she found something, and had to move to the city for the job, but said I had to stay with my grandparents until she got ahead a little. I was very sad. On my seventh birthday, I ran away from home, and came to the city to find her. She was here. She was very nervous and distraught, and finally told me what she did for a living - a madam, at a bordello which sold children. I said I didn't care - that all I wanted was to stay with her. So I moved in."

I handed her the bottle, and she took a swig.

"We're like one huge family here - there're eighteen girls right now - sometimes there are over twenty. Anyway, I remember that first breakfast. I was like this little skinny country girl - and here were all these many, many giggling girls sitting around the large dinner table eating breakfast - some only wearing underwear - others in beautiful nightdresses - and they talked and laughed about what their customers had done to them the night before. I loved it. It was so exciting to me.

Anyway, I started in school, and lived in a room just off Madam's - and pretty much just lived a normal kid's life. But I soon became infatuated with Lisa - she was the oldest at that point - twelve - and so beautiful, so worldly. I used to just fawn over her - she was like a movie star to me. I'd do anything for her. I became kind of her handmaid or something. I held her clothes as she did scenes - we make movies here quite often - and I'd clean her room after she had entertained, stuff like that. Her 'thing' was that she dominated others - and she always had customers. Madam saw that I was falling for her, but she couldn't say anything - Lisa even had some psychic power over her."

After taking another swig, she moved her hand down between her legs, gently stroked along her tiny crack until it began to open, and then leisurely fingered herself as she spoke. I massaged her ankles and calves.

"One afternoon Lisa guided me up to her room and laid me down - on this bed here - and kissed me. I was barely eight years old. I'd never been kissed before, and I was in heaven. Then she drew out a huge strap-on dildo, and told me she was going to fuck me. And she did - no foreplay, no lubrication - she jabbed the thing at my little cunt hole - but it was way too big - but that didn't stop her - she thrust and thrust until the whole thing was buried in me. And I was crying. It hurt so bad. And she fucked me harder and harder, there was blood all over the bed, and she even had to clamp her hand over my mouth because I was screaming.

Then she pulled it out, and when I'd finally calmed down, tears streaming down my face, she lifted her hand and kissed me again, deeply. Then she rolled me over - placed a pillow under my head and another one under my hips - and told me she was going to fuck my ass. I struggled to get away, but she pinned me down - and thrust the huge dildo up my asshole - and fucked me for what seemed like an hour - pushing my face into the pillow to muffle the screams. I passed out."

I handed her the bottle again, and she took a huge gulp. By now, three fingers were buried in her engorged cunt.

"When I awoke, she was gone. I stumbled down the stairs - and searched for Madam - but she was busy. So I took a bath, then went to my bed and curled up and slept. When I woke the next morning, there was still a little blood dripping from both my cunt and asshole. But I cleaned-up, and went to breakfast. Madam could see that there was something wrong - and saw that I was avoiding Lisa - so she put two and two together.

They had a huge fight. Right there in front of everyone. Lisa told Madam she was going to make me the nastiest little whore in the whole house. Madam threatened to throw her out. But I got up, threw myself down before Lisa and hugged around her knees - screaming 'No! No! You can't throw her out - I love her!' And that was that - I became Lisa's slave."

"Where's Lisa now?"

"Oh, she was bought by some rich German businesswoman about a year later. She taught me how pleasure and pain are one in the same. I'll always love her."

Since she seemed to be having trouble getting her whole hand up her cunt, I leaned back, rifled through the chest, and brought out one of the huge dildos - which she took with a sweet smile. "Quite the gentleman," she said, and immediately proceeded to slip it inside herself.

"What I don't get, Tom, is if you're not into giving pain, why did you choose me?"

"You're just so beautiful."

"Well, it's frustrating for me - don't you understand?"

"Frustration is a kind of pain."

"Shit!" And I don't know why, but I wound up and smacked her face hard - her head dropping to the side - she squealed with pain. Then she slowly brought her face up, swept her hair from her face - stared hatefully at me - then I remembered I was wearing a ring - and there was a deep welt on her cheekbone. I reached out to stroke her face. Then she laughed this monstrous laugh.

"Don't be nice to me right away! - That destroys it! - You're so shitty at this - god - you know, it's no good if I have to direct your every move - it's dominance, Tom - you've got to dominate me!"

I got up. "Um, where's the bathroom, I gotta pee."

"Pee in the glass. I'm not taking you down the hall - just pee in the glass. I like to watch men pee."

I thought about it for a second. I really did have to pee. So I grabbed the glass. Standing there is the middle of the room, holding my cock with one hand, and the glass under it with the other, I began to piss. I was just looking down - not wanting to miss, but saw out of the corner of my eye that she was crawling down from the bed and coming closer. It was a ridiculously small glass, I soon realized, about ten seconds into my release, the glass was already half-full - and filling rapidly. I started thinking, 'Oh shit! Oh shit! - it's going to spill all over her carpet!' - but with one deft move she replaced my hand with her own and directed the stream of piss directly into her mouth - eyes closed, gurgling-moaning - she swallowed it all, then sucked my cock until it hardened completely. Then let it flop out of her mouth.

I just stood there stupidly with a glass of piss in my hand, as she sat back on her haunches, licking her lips. I noticed then, that the huge dildo was sticking a few inches out of her cunt. I laugh-smiled, 'cuz it looked funny.

"I'll drink that too," she said, looking at the glass, "if you order me to." and then licked her lips.

"Beer will taste better, won't it?" And I walked over to the fridge, setting the glass of piss down on her desk on the way, and took out another bottle and opened it.

"You are really a shit-head." But she grabbed the bottle from me and took three good slugs.

"I'm really giving you a hard time, huh?"

She twisted around and leaned into the chest, dug up another dildo, then crawled onto the bed and slid up and positioned herself as before - like she was some docile sacrifice, propped up with pillows, her pale match-stick legs wide-spread again - she pushed the dildo in her cunt all the way back in - obvious from her grunting that it filled her, then slid down a little, sucked the other dildo into her mouth, then began squeezing it into her tiny asshole.

I sat in my position, again, caressing her shins and knees. The dildo slowly fit all the way in - so only a little end was sticking out. Both holes. She caught her breath briefly, as if it felt good.

"My holes are full. See what you're missing by being a smartass?"

I took another swig of beer, set the bottle on the floor beside the bed. My cock was rock hard. I got this evil smile.

"What?"

I slowly crawled up to her, and kissed her - could still taste my piss - but I kissed her hard, then slid her body down a bit, so she was lying down.

"Plenty of room for me." I said, and I began squeezing my stiff cock into her cunt, alongside the huge dildo. She groaned in my mouth - and tried pushing me away - but no such luck. I had to move my hand down and pry the dildo aside a bit, so I could start in earnest. She was horrified, trembling - really trying to shake loose. But I inched my cock in, little by little. Must have felt like giving birth in reverse.

By the time I had my cock half way up her cunt though, the dildo had come out an inch or two in the process - she shook - violently - groaning - screaming into my mouth - an orgasm. With that I thrust into her, and catching the end of the dildo, thrust it into her at the same time. I looked down between us - and she was stretched real ugly. I moved my hand around, and found that the dildo plugging her anus had slipped out a bit - so I slammed it back in to its hilt, receiving an ungraceful "Ugh!" from her.

I moved my hand back to the dildo wedged in her cunt, and slowly, ever so slowly, began moving in and out of her cunt - cock and dildo simultaneously - then a bit farther out, and deeper in, and a bit faster - until I was furiously double-fucking her cunt. I came so hard I screamed - and only after a few moments did I realize that she had passed out. So I sat up and drank my beer for a while.

I turned her over on her stomach and caressed her ass cheeks. My cock was hard again - this was the most beautiful little girl - with the palest skin I'd ever seen.

I started inserting my cock into her asshole - very slowly, so as not to wake her, and I fucked her like that for twenty minutes until I came really hard - really loud. Then I rolled off her and slept myself.

There was a gentle knock at the door - we were both asleep. The little woman from the shop window popped her head in, and signaled 'shhhh' - and quietly pronounced that it was time to go. I got up, found my clothes, and dressed - looking adoringly at the waif as she lay there.

She led me down the stairs - down the halls, out through the gallery, the living room, all vacant - through the muddy pathways, through her domicile - and deposited me out on the street with a little shove.

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