Perverts 'R' Us

Little Angels

By DePravity ( MM/f )

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So pretty, but aren't they all when they're so young?

I can never be sure if it's the innocence on their beautiful young faces, the trust in their eyes, or the purity of their souls. Then after you've been with them a while, the beauty remains, but the eyes are a little more knowing and the soul a little tarnished.

Stand in a mall sometimes and watch the little darlings - as if you didn't already. Even better, get a job in a mall. Get a job in the shoe department of a store. Not what you went to school or college for, but trust me it's worth it. Work your way up to manager, the money's not bad and the fringe benefits are enormous. Keep the out of fashion and slightly damaged stock back from the head office and donate it to local kids' welfare organizations and local school-aid programmes. Become that pillar of the community who's always ready to help. Trust me - your rewards will be forth-cumming.

Watch for the ones who come shopping for their cute little shoes with daddy and are all prettied up. They went to that extra trouble because they were going with daddy and wanted to look good for him. See if they walk in with that little extra swing of their non-existent hips - that means that daddy's been helping them to become a woman. Look in their clear, shiny eyes and see if you can see the seeds of corruption in there.

There are a lot more of them about than you would ever believe.

There are the good daddies, those who want to share their fortune and help their beloved little angel further down the road of sin and turn her into a real three-hole slut, just like me and my kids. Watch daddy's face and cock as you're fitting the new shoes and one of your hands slides up the soft-skinned little legs to behind their delicate knees. Stroking carefully in that little place behind the knee that can make their legs fall apart, their little faces get pink, and their mouths hang open. Start slowly and keep your eyes on this daddy and talk to him about shoe sizes and fittings. If he starts to look angry, stop and revert to super-shoe-salesman-guy before he has grounds for suspicion and complaint.

A good daddy will know exactly what you're doing and so will she. She'll look up at her man-lover and want reassurance and permission. Good daddies are quick to agree. Ask her name and introduce yourself to both of them, all the time tenderly stroking and caressing, but now a bit more boldly. By now the good daddies have gotten a hard-on and so have you. You are eye to crotch-level and this also gives you a good idea about how he's hung. It's something that's always useful to know, especially if you're bisexual like me, the best of both worlds and all that stuff.

Now don't get me wrong, it's not always daddies. You'd be surprised how many moms are caring and sharing with the little angels they've given birth to, but they're harder to spot and take greater care and attention. So today we'll stick to good daddies. Let me give you an example.

It's a wet Tuesday in November. I'm slacking off around the back of my kids' shoe department. Most of the staff is serving fat old ladies with sensible shoes and I'm being managerial and supervising from a safe distance. The kids' department is at the back of the store, so you have to walk through the rest of the seats and displays to get there. I've got my eyes on three college-age girls who aren't going to buy anything, but are easy on the eye. One of them has a low-cut shirt that opens dramatically as she leans forward to fiddle with the shoes she's trying.

The dumb guy serving her doesn't even notice. He's too busy concentrating on the few extra cents he'll earn if she buys something. I've got my hand in my trouser pocket and giving myself a little rub every time she leans over and nearly takes the poor boy's eye out. I'm not really looking to jerk off, just giving my cock a little wake-up call and getting a gentle buzz from my semi-arousal.

The kids' shoe department is in the back, but I can see the front door from where I'm standing. The chairs are positioned in a loose, semi-circle, facing away from the main shop, with display and advertising junk behind them. So if you're sitting down you've got your back to the store and the displays hide nearly everything that's going on in my little kingdom.

They enter the store and my heart lifts. He's vaguely familiar and she's a wet dream. She's about eight or nine, a little plumper than skinny and with a touch of Latin that's so appealing. I can see her long hair gleaming in the bright entrance lights and her too-small crop-top t-shirt, just showing a swelling where her tits will be. Her little denim skirt is mid-thigh and she walks the walk.

My cock throbs in sympathy and I have to speak sharply to it so as not to greet them with a lump in my trousers. Are they shopping for him or her? Please let her need new shoes. They head towards me and I switch on my most welcoming and innocent smile. Credibility is all.

I do know him. We've met a couple of times at school fund-raisers. He's called Ron and he manages the local lumber yard. Good looking guy, about six feet with curly brown hair and fit body. I'm introduced to his daughter. My heart melts and my unruly cock throbs. Lita, what a beautiful name, what a beautiful girl.

They sit and I sit on my little stool to measure her darling feet. My well-rehearsed plan goes into action. As I'm removing her little trainers and adjust the fitting guide, my spare hand slips up her delicate little calf. Her skin is so soft and so warm. I look Ron in the eye and lecture him about the importance of well-fitting shoes and the correct development of young feet. All the time, one hand is holding her foot and the other is gently rubbing behind her knee. Every so often I glance at the little angel. My imagination is seeing her mouth on my cock.

She's starting to warm up, and I can tell by her face and she's getting aroused by my feather-light caresses. Her little bottom eases forward in the chair and I catch a glimpse of little pink cotton panties with Barbie on the front. My cock is now fully erect and pleasantly painful in my pants.

I keep talking all this crap and keep stroking. Ron keeps glancing at his daughter who is now leaning back in the chair with her legs slightly open and her dark brown eyes half-closed and the tip of the sweetest little pink tongue just peeping between her lips.

His voice startles me. "You enjoying that?"

OK, so there's two ways to go now. Move my hand away, look innocent and injured by his comment or go for it. I look at his face and cock. His eyes are glinting with amusement and interest and unless I'm mistaken his package is getting bigger as I can see movement in the crotch area.

"Yes thanks, are you?" I reply.

He tells me that he is and asks the lovely Lita if she's enjoying herself.

Her voice is soft and gentle "Oh, yes, Daddy. Mr. Mike is making me feel so good. Is it OK daddy? Do you mind?"

Ron gives his approval in a slightly strained voice. The little angel moves further forward in her seat and opens her legs wide.

"Are we safe here?" Ron asks.

I reassure him and tell him to look at the security monitors behind me showing the whole store, except the children's department. Anyone approaching would clearly be seen by Ron on the monitors and by me glancing through the carefully planned gaps in the displays behind him.

My hand is now caressing her thigh. The softness of the skin and the beauty of her body are hypnotizing me. She starts to breathe more heavily and her little pre-teen cunt is gently thrusting up, looking for man-touches. I'm starting to get the smell of little-girl arousal as she begins to lubricate. If they could bottle that smell, I'd buy a gallon.

By now I'm at the pink Barbie panties. She's a little hottie, this one. The pink has turned darker by moisture, and the heat she's generating warms my naughty fingers. I graze the outside and just brush my fingertips against her panty-covered cunt.

"Oh, Daddy," she moans softly. "Mr. Mike is making me hot, Daddy. I need your cock to hold, Daddy. Can Mr. Mike show me his cock, Daddy?"

Ron looks up at the monitors quickly and then at me for reassurance. I turn my head to look at them.

"Nothing to worry about," I tell them both. "It's quite safe. My staff know better than to interrupt me when I'm working and they're all busy talking to each other and there aren't any customers. Are you both in a hurry?" I ask them.

Ron tells me that they have quite some time as his wife and five year old daughter have gone to the movies and would be a couple of hours. I tell them to give me five minutes and that I'll be right back. Tearing myself away from that hot little pussy is tough, but I reckon it will be worth it.

It is only ten minutes until closing, but I'm a considerate boss. My staff isn't too surprised when I tell them to go home, as it is dead quiet and that I'd finish off and lock up. Two minutes, later the store is empty and the lights are off, except for some display lighting and the doors locked.

I walk pack to the father-daughter couple and am delighted to find Ron with his pants down and his sizable cock being slowly pumped in a little pre-teen hand.

"Welcome back," he says with a sloppy grin on his face. "Help yourself to anything you like the look of, and feel free."

I fall on my knees in front of Lita and ease the cute little panties over her bum and onto the floor. My pants are open and around my legs and my cock is hard and dripping pre-cum. She spreads her legs over the arms of the chair and gives me a slutty look from under half-closed eyes.

"Wanna lick my pussy, Mr. Mike? Wanna make me feel good like Mom and Daddy do?"

I lean forward and inhaled the perfume from her swollen little pussy. The little lips opening and the pink insides glinting in the low light.

"Mom as well?" I ask.

"Oh, yes," she says. "Mommy says she's made me into a world-class cunt licker and I could make a nun come on my face."

I lower my head into the sweetest baby-pussy I can remember and let my tongue work its way inside the delicate pink leaves of her cunt. She is hot. She is wet. She loves it. I pull my head away and let my finger slide into her. No virgin, this one, but still as tight as a baby should be.

Ron is a happy man. His cock is in his daughter's hand and he has a big smile on his face. I ask about Mom's involvement in this and he says he'll tell me about it sometime. But for now he is real glad he found me.

I ask him to explain.

"Look, playing this sex stuff with my little girl is great. It's the best thing ever, but I wanted someone to share it with. Someone else. Someone who I could watch sexing up my baby." He looks at me speculatively. "Someone who might like to play around with another man sometimes."

I smile and let my free hand slide up his leg and stroke his swollen balls and run my fingers down to the crack in his ass. He groans and bucks in his seat, pushing his cock harder into Lita's hand.

"Speed up a bit, baby girl; daddy's got a fuck toy for the family to play with." He looks into my eyes and says, "Wanna be our fuck toy Mike?" He eases forward in the seat and I let my finger brush that tight puckered hole. He loves that, he bucks again and asks Lita, "Want Mr. Mike to play with, baby doll, want him to come visit us and help with our games?"

I plunge my tongue back inside her and rub my lips on her little bump of a clit. She starts cumming as she replies, "Yes, daddy, please, daddy. He's making me cum good, daddy." Her little body wriggles and trembles under my face.

Ron groans, "Me too, baby. Me too." I've eased my finger up his ass, just to the first joint, but it is enough. His big hand covers hers as she's lost her rhythm by cumming. He pumps quickly and spouts his cum over their hands and on his tee shirt up to his neck.

I savor the moment of watching them both twitch and moan in their cumming. My balls are tight and my cock needs to squirt.

"Lita, Mr. Mike needs you to help him," I tell her. She scrambles off the chair, still a little shaky from her orgasm. I am ready. Oh God, am I ready. All it takes is her little soft warm hand on my rigid shaft and a few pumps and I shoot. I shoot a load that I am proud of. Watching her fascination with my cock and cum, I know that this little girl is one to be loved.

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