Perverts 'R' Us

Little Hookers - Part 4

By Loki925 ( M+/gg, con )

This story is totally fictitious and does not contain anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

It was Thursday and Cady waited just around the corner from George Cook's house. Her sister Sara was inside with George. This was the day that Sara had told Cady she believed old George would probably fuck her. Cady was very protective of her little sister, and she was there just in case something went wrong with Sara's first pussy rental.

Just last Thursday Sara told Cady, George had paid her two hundred dollars to strip nude. George had told Sara that she was prettier than a ballerina. He used that to convince little seven-year-old Sara to take off her clothing, so he could photograph the future great, nude royal ballerina. Cady of course told her sister that his line was all a bunch of baloney.

George had already showed Sara the great penis and vagina dance, and he was waiting for little seven-year-old Sara to come out of the bathroom.

Being only seven Sara was a lot more apprehensive than Cady about letting an old man like Mr. Cook fuck her. But as she pulled up her panties, Sara thought about the ten one hundred dollar bills that George had given her to rent her pussy.

Sara was ready now. She had the blood and water mixture deep in her little pussy, and it was all greased up with the gunk George had told her to put on her pussy. She sighed, opened the bathroom door and walked into Mr. Cook's bedroom.

Mr. Cook greeted Sara with a smile, then said, "Sara, take off your clothes and lie down on the bed." For George, watching beautiful little seven-year-old Sara undress was a long delayed desire come true.

Sara slowly unbuttoned her short blue dress. When she was done she slipped out of the dress and stood there in her blue panties printed with gold stars. She hooked her thumbs at the side of the panties and slowly pushed them down off her round little butt and down to her ankles. She stepped out of her panties and got onto the bed.

As Sara watched the old man undress, she did not have to fake nervousness. As George pulled down his white boxer shorts, Sara had to grit her teeth to keep from laughing at the old man's small cock. George's cock was skinnier and shorter than a small hot dog and it was not even totally stiff.

George checked the focus on the video camera and made sure it was plugged into the wall. He slid onto the bed right next to little Sara.

He rubbed Sara's flat little breast, then said, "Sara, open your legs."

George took blood pressure medicine that combined with the other prescriptions he took, kept his cock from getting totally stiff, but it did get hard enough for him to jerk-off.

"Sara, are you ready for the penis and vagina dance?" George asked.

"I guess so, Mr. Cook." Sara said, trying to keep a straight face.

George placed his half-stiff; half-limp cock against Sara's little hairless pussy. He tried to push his cock into Sara's very tight pussy, but he was not having much success. He placed his hand on his cock and pushed the head of the cock into Sara's hairless seven- year-old pussy.

Sara barely felt the old man's short penetration. She knew she had to wait until he had it all in before she would scream.

George pushed and pushed his cock into Sara's pussy, then finally it sank all the way in.

Sara faking, screamed, "STOP! TAKE IT OUT! IT HURTS!!"

"There, there, it will be alright, Sara." George said, proud to have penetrated her vagina.

"Please take it out!" Sara fakingly cried.

Like the other three old men who had fucked Cady, there was no way George was going to take his cock out of Sara's super-tight pussy.

George felt his cock get a little stiffer, thanks to the caress of her snug little vagina. He pulled it back to the tip. He looked down at his cock and saw Sara's fake hymen blood. The old man smiled. He started to stroke his cock in and back out of Sara's tight pussy. George groaned, he had never felt such a tight pussy.

Sara felt the old man's cock going in and out of her pussy. At first she was a little surprised it was not turning her on. But she knew that was a good thing too. It was just like her sister Cady told her, the old men were just renting her pussy. Cady wanted to smile, but she had to continue her little act.

"Does it feel better now?" George asked.

"Just a little."

"Good, because my penis is ready to give you some royal jelly."

"Huh?" Sara said. She thought to herself, "That is a really dumb name for cum."

"It's part of the dance. The boy's penis shoots some royal jelly into the girl's vagina."

"Okay, I guess."

George's cock got hard for an instant, and he squirted his royal jelly into his little ballerina's tight pussy. George wanted to fuck Sara again, but he knew there was no way he would ever get hard enough.

Sara quickly dressed and stuffed the money into a pink purse Cady had bought her. She told Mr. Cook she would be back next Thursday. Sara hurried out the door and met Cady who was waiting for her just around the corner.

Sara told Cady how small Mr. Cook's cock was, and the two girls giggled all the way to Sara's next pussy rental stop.

Monday one month later:

One month had passed and Cady and Sara had amassed the tidy sum of $10,000.23, after expenses. All of the men except John Johnston were happy to pay the girls $500 for a once-a-week fucking.

Cady, who was working on a new Thursday pussy rental appointment, had turned down Mr. Johnston's offer of one hundred dollars to take more penis-into-vagina photos. This made John angry. He wanted to fuck Cady every day and not just on Mondays, but he could not afford to pay her $500 a day.

John was a retired lawyer and he knew that at this point Cady had all the leverage. He also knew if he could turn things around, he might even get Cady to fuck him for free. All he needed was an angle. Something he could hold over Cady's head. Some way he could threaten her.

He knew Cady always mentioned her dad but she said nothing about her mother. He knew from past experience that girls her age always talked abut their mom, and dad was a poor second. This made him believe Cady's dad was a single father.

John could use that against Cady. All he needed was a way to threaten Cady, that if she did not do what he wanted he would have her taken away from her precious dad whom she always had to help so much.

At Cady Ward's house:

Cady kept close tabs on her little sister. She always told Sara where she would be in case something happened on one of Sara's pussy rental stops. "Sara," Cady asked, "Where will I be today?"

"You will be renting your pussy to Mr. Johnston." Sara said with a smile.

"Good. I will meet you around the corner from Mr. Cook's house."

"Okay."

Later that day, at John Johnston's house:

"Cady," John said, "After models have had their pictures taken, they get less and less money as time goes by."

Cady knew this was another ploy by the old man to get her to charge him less for renting her pussy, so she said, "Why?"

"It's called saturation."

Cady knew full well what the word meant but she asked, "What does that mean?"

"It means that because everyone has so many pictures of the model no one wants them any more."

"I see. Then you have all the pictures of me you need and I can go home."

John groaned. This was not turning out the way he expected. He thought maybe if he masturbated Cady, or licked her little clit, she would be more willing to charge less. But he knew he never liked eating pussy, and Cady would probably want to get paid something for him to rub her cunt.

For now he gave up and said, "No Cady, I don't have enough pictures of my penis in your vagina."

"Good," Cady thought.

At George Cook's house:

Since last Monday George had quit taking his medication. He was tired of fucking his little ballerina with a half-stiff cock. Just this once he thought, he would fuck her today with a totally stiff cock, then go back on his medication.

George's blood pressure was already twice normal and climbing and Sara had just arrived. He escorted his little ballerina into the bedroom. He watched Sara strip off her top, skirt and panties and his blood pressure climbed to four times normal.

George stripped off his clothes and his cock was raging hard. It felt, oh so good.

Sara noticed that the old man's cock looked a little bigger, and for the first time it was really hard. But it was still way smaller than her daddy's cock, so she was not worried.

George got on the bed and his blood pressure jumped to five times normal. George did not have to tell Sara to open her legs. He legs were already open and her little pussy was waiting for his now truly hard cock.

George put his cock against the opening of his ballerina's little pussy opening and his blood pressure jumped to six times normal. Slowly he pushed his cock into her tight pussy until his balls kissed her little ass. His blood pressure jumped to seven times normal.

He started to move his cock in and out of his ballerina's little tight pussy. His blood pressure jumped to eight times normal. Inside George's brain his blood vessels strained against the overload.

George for the first time truly felt how tight Sara's pussy was. He pushed his cock harder in and out of his ballerina's wonderfully tight pussy.

"Oh, Oh, OH!!" Sara faked an orgasm just like Sara told her to do.

It was the first time he had made his little ballerina cum, and he was more than pleased. He slammed his hard cock balls-deep into her tight pussy.

George's blood pressure jumped off the scale and he had a double orgasm, one from his cock and one from his brain. He burst several large blood vessels flooding his brain with blood and short circuiting every firing neutron pulse.

George grunted for the last time. Blood trickled out of his nose and over his eye lids. He fell dead just to the left side of Sara.

"Mr. Cook, Mr. Cook?" Sara said.

When George did not answer Sara got very frightened. She struggled to pull her legs out from his slumped over body. She tapped the dead man's body, and then she saw the blood leaking out of his eyes and nose.

Sara panicked. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her pink purse and ran out the front. She ran as fast as she could to Mr. Johnston's house.

Cady had just finishing getting dressed and was heading for the front door. John who was already dressed followed Cady to the door. Cady opened the door and before she saw her, she heard her sister crying, "Cady, Cady!"

Cady knew that if Sara was here something must have happened. She rushed to her sister.

"Something has happened to Mr. Cook." Sara cried.

"What?"

"I don't know, but he is not moving and blood is coming out of his nose."

"Okay, let's go." Cady said.

John who was now on the front porch saw and heard the whole thing. Knowing that there could be something going on that could help his situation with Cady he quickly followed the two girls. Mr. Cook's house was around the corner and two short blocks away.

Cady and Sara arrived at George's house. Sara took Cady into the bedroom. Cady walked over to George and poked his old naked body. The last time she remembered seeing a dead person was her mother, who had died three years ago. But she was almost sure George was dead.

John walked into the house and entered the bedroom. He saw the naked man and the video camera facing the bed. It took him less than a minute to figure out what was going on. He had been bamboozled, and by a nine-year-old girl no less. The girls were little hookers. But John knew that he could use this to his advantage.

He not only could get Cady to fuck with him for free, he could also have the girl she called Sara. He figured she was probably Cady's sister. He had to act fast and said, "Cady, I need to talk to you."

Cady did not even know he was there and she was startled. "Sara, go outside. I will be right there." she said.

"No, we are all going into the other room." John said sternly.

Sara who was already shaken started to cry. Cady knew this could mean a ton of trouble for her and Sara, but she needed to be sure Sara was all right.

"We will be in there in one minute."

"One minute, no longer." John said and walked into the other room.

"Sara, promise me that no matter what happens you will say nothing." Cady whispered into her sister's ear.

"I promise." Sara said tearfully, and she took Cady's hand.

Cady walked into the other room. John was there tapping his foot on the floor. He looked straight at Sara then yelled, "Do you know what happens to little girls who fuck old men for money?" Sara hid behind Cady.

Cady had never been yelled at, not even by her daddy. She was now also afraid, but she managed to say tearfully, "Leave her alone."

John pointed his finger at Cady and shook it saying, "Listen to me, little girls. You better both do as I say or you will never see your dad again."

"No, No, Mister please," Sara cried.

"I will do whatever you say, just leave her alone." Cady said with real tears in her eyes.

John knew what he was doing was mostly bullshit, because all the girls had to do was squeal on him. He had a ton of pictures of Cady and him fucking. All she had do was tell a cop, and he would be the one who was fucked.

But by the way Cady was acting he knew she did not have a clue as to what to do. That almost certainly meant that they were not being pimped by their dad, or whoever it was that took care of them.

"Good. Now I am going to call the police and when they get here you girls will say nothing. Is that understood? You will say nothing."

"Yes, sir." both girls meekly answered.

"Good. Now you two go outside and wait there."

The two girls left the house and sat on the porch. As they sat on the porch, Cady hugged Sara close to her.

John watched as the two girls left the house and sat on the front porch. He dashed back into the bedroom and quickly took down the camera and pulled the plug on the computer. He opened the closet door and there was more than enough room in there to store the camera. He put the camera and tri-pod into the closet and then closed the door.

Now all he had to do was call 911, which he did. When the police and paramedics arrived John told them that the girls were his granddaughters and Mr. Cook was an old friend of the family. John had noticed the name which was printed on the mail box.

When the ambulance and the police left he called the girls back into the house. Then John said, "The police agreed not to arrest your dad or take you away from him."

Both girls breathed a sigh of relief. But John was not done talking and said, "The only reason they agreed is that I am officer of the court and so they have made me your probation officer. What that means is that you two better be at my house every afternoon or I will have the police arrest your dad, and you two will be taken away from him. Do you girls understand?"

"Yes, sir." The two girls meekly answered.

"Good. Be at my house at no later than 2:30 p.m. tomorrow. One more thing. You will tell no one about this, not even your dad. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, now run on home."

Cady and Sara got up and started to run home.

John licked his lips and smiled. He had turned the tables on Cady and got a new girl to fuck on top of that. He looked at Sara disappearing in the distance, and he decided he would fuck her first tomorrow.

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