Perverts 'R' Us

Monica's Restaurant

By Spin ( M/g, Pedo, Cons )

To say the food was good would be over-rating it. To say the menu selections were mouth-watering might be closer to the truth but if you ever get a chance to visit Monica's Restaurant, don't miss this gem of a captivating dining experience. OH! And by the way, it's best to keep this place a secret.

Nestled between two dilapidated apartment buildings on the west side of town in Manila, in The Philippine Islands, you'll find a plain looking restaurant which was not only unknown to me as a frequent visitor to the Island Nation, but probably one of the best kept secrets in the world.

My story begins when I tried to arrange for some "kiddy pussy" one day during one of my visits. As usual my friend Angel, the desk clerk at my hotel, had a few lined up for my inspection. Waiting patiently in my room that night, eager with anticipation for some tight little child pussy, Angel knocked on my door, wearing a sad look of disappointment.

"Sorry Mr. Avery, but the cops are all over the place and looking to put someone in jail for selling kids for sex," he commented. Then further he explained: "They do that about every few months to convince the government and the people of Manila that they don't tolerate such things, even though guys like me pay them off every week," he continued.

My throbbing hard cock suddenly went limp with disappointment. Fucking a cute little preteen child was all I had thought about that day.

"Well what else can you do for me?" I asked with a dejected look.

"I can show you another place, but it's a little out of the way. It's a restaurant and the food is VERY expensive but I think you'll like the selections."

Hesitant at first because of my sensitive job at the US Consulate, a burning desire for some tight "little girl" pussy ruled my judgment. Being caught in a kiddy brothel could ruin a stellar career.

The cab ride took an hour. The longer we drove, the city was getting to look more and more like a slum until finally, we reached the infamous west side of Manila. Buildings were painted in the typical native island colors of stark blue, reds, yellows and ugly-hued greens. Unlike the touristy downtown area where I stayed, there were no Mercedes or limousines in this part of town. No. This part of the city was filled with V.W.s, Chevys, Fords, and old-vintage cars…all in desperate need of some good bodywork and paint…or a proper burial in the junkyard.

Angel pointed with excitement as we approached a corner, commanding the cab driver to stop and let us out. It was instant cultural shock as I got out of the cab. The air smelled foul and every building seemed to emulate huge loud speakers blaring native Philippine music, which reverberated off the other buildings in a cacophony of obnoxious noise. I was ready to call the trip off when I noticed two little cuties, obviously preteen girls, wandering into the restaurant.

"Here it is," he announced as I tried to imagine such a seedy-looking restaurant as this rundown old dive, as the place he meant to take me to redeem his reputation.

I have to say the outside facade of this place was totally misleading and nothing more than a trick illusion. The insides were scrupulously clean, manicured, well furnished and filled with an abundance of very cute little girls. In awe, I stood in the reception area, drinking in the sights. Angel smiled as I looked at his face with a grin of approval. YES! This looked promising I thought, as a child of about the age of maybe ten, offered to seat us at a table.

My first clue about Monica's Restaurant, the reputed name of this fine establishment, was the provocative way in which our little hostess seated me. Her dainty, gentle fingertips smoothed teasingly over my shoulder as she asked if we wanted a cocktail or beer. My mouth wouldn't work for a few seconds when I tried to answer. The allure of the child's stunningly pretty face and shapely little butt flooded my brain with a different sort of thirst. Finally Angel ordered a beer, nodding to me as if to suggest I order the same.

Our hostess disappeared but soon returned with two of the local brews, cheerfully explaining about the day's specials while asking if we had ever been here before.

After telling the girl "NO This is my first time," she advised us that it was much more than just a restaurant and more of a place to meet someone we'd like to meet. Her discreet explanation was enough for me. Then to my welcome surprise she edged closer to my side as if to wait for me to embrace her luscious little preteen body. I guessed this was some kind of test, so obediently I wrapped an arm around her waist. A dimpled, bright smile was my reward so I let my hand slip lower until my fingertips rested directly on the child's soft, sweet little ass.

While my fingers explored her fine little butt, our hostess continued about the specials of the day.

The Monica's Tube Steak was $100.00 - described as a nice mouth watering taste of meat. It was suggested as an appetizer. I guessed it was a blow-job.

The Snack at the Y was $100.00 - described as a dive for delicious little treats. This had to be oral sex with one of the little cuties, I assumed.

The sampler was $250.00 - described as an appetite-tempting delight for the newbie. This was probably a tease and designed to inspire spending a LOT of money.

The menu was plain and not indicative of a fancy restaurant until I opened it up. Then my cock suddenly went fully erect as I examined the list of entrees, set over a backdrop photo of a very desirable naked little girl with her inviting pink little pussy spread wide open. The caption at the bottom of the page: "You Can Get Anything You Want At Monica's Restaurant AND I WON'T TELL."

Angel was already rubbing his cock I noticed, as he looked intently at his menu.

"Are you buying dinner, boss?" he asked in his best patronizing voice.

"Sure. Let's start with an appetizer, shall we?" I responded with a smile as I sipped my beer.

Our cute little hostess, named Monica for the day she explained, happily took our order then returned in a few minutes with two cuties dressed in schoolgirl dresses. They looked to be about nine or ten I guessed as they each took our hands and guided us upstairs to a long, carpeted hallway. The doors had names, not numbers I noticed as they ushered us to their respective rooms.

"OK, I'm your appetizer and it's a hundred American dollars. You can pay in cash or credit card. My name is Monica, but you can call me anything you want," she explained cheerfully as I handed over my American Express, reminding her that I was paying for my friend too. Then I told her to leave the bill open because I might be here a long time. She smiled as expected while she cleared the card on the credit card approval machine.

"Well…you can lick me on my pussy or I can suck on your dick, but we don't guarantee that you'll cum. The time limit is twenty minutes." She offered as she undressed, throwing her clothes with precision on a chair.

The child was beautiful from her toes to her shiny black hair. My mouth watered as she slipped her panties off in a flash then without another word, reclined on the bed with her slim legs spread open as if to encourage me to lick her little cunt. I loved the exquisite feel of these little Philippine girls. One of their claims to fame has to be the incredible fine smoothness of their skin.

Licking Monica's smooth, preteen pussy made me drunk with arousal. An added bonus was when she groaned incessantly with perfect timing as I lapped eagerly between her sweet little thighs. Soon her tiny hips began hunching my mouth as she took up the rhythm of my busy tongue.

Clean and sweet tasting, erotically profound and delightful in every way. These words only come close to describing my experience with eating out this little morsel of a child. I don't know if this was typical, but the little girl began to convulse and thrash while I continued to eat out her tasty little vagina. Her moans alternated between English and Tagalog as she grunted until finally, to my amazement, she climaxed. Her groin pressed forcefully into my face as her tiny body quaked while her sweet nectars filled my mouth with the essence of her child sexuality.

"Fuck me if you want," she whispered as she finally lay still, recovering from her unexpected orgasm. The way she said it was the most erotic thing I had ever heard ANY child say.

If there was a category for undressing with blinding speed in the Olympics, I was a prime potential gold winner. My clothes were off so fast it looked like my body exploded in the room. My swollen, throbbing cock was treated to the best damn fuck any guy could wish for. My little Monica's tight little hole was as snug and difficult to penetrate as any child I had ever fucked. And I have fucked plenty.

At no time did she appear to be on the job with another john. She embraced the moment, fucking my brains out, thrusting her little body to meet my dick with every stroke until we both came at once. My balls erupted like a volcano, filling her little pussy to the brim with hot, thick sperm which put a smile of delight on her young, pretty face as she felt her tummy fill up with the warm juice. Then with my cock still buried in the child, I felt compelled to kiss her incredibly soft, thin lips. Her warm, naked body met mine as we held each other, kissing and petting while the last drops of my semen emptied into her "thoroughly fucked" little pussy.

There's no sensation on the planet like fucking a little preteen girl. Monica hugged my neck as I tried to pull out, begging me to take her home with me to the States. With my cock stimulated beyond fantasy by this little preteen's tight vagina, I was an easy mark.

Her clear brown eyes were powerfully alluring and convincing to a guy like me. The thought of having such a cute little girl to sleep with and fuck any time I wanted was persuasive. Before I measured my words, they were said.

"Sure honey. Why not?" I replied. But then, thinking better of it, "I don't know, sweetie. Don't you have a family here?" I asked while I leaned over her small frame, propped on my hands while admiring her smooth featured, pretty little face.

As it turned out, Monica was an orphan of sorts. Her own parents actually sold her for money when she only five years old. Since then she had been a slave of the restaurant and forced to work every day, morning 'till night. If she didn't please the customers, she wasn't allowed to eat for a day. I believed her.

It seemed unbelievable that such a pretty child would be treated like a piece of property. Monica's eyes smiled as she hugged my neck tightly. We kissed again to seal the deal until she reminded me that our time was up unless I wanted to buy some more time with her. Then she apologized for the strict rules, explaining that she had to charge because she was always being watched.

Money wasn't the issue to me. I wanted this stunning little girl. I wanted her sweet little body and sex. After a few more minutes of looking into those seductive little eyes, my wants became needs and the decision was set in stone.

"Can you take me to your boss or the person I need to talk to get you out of here?" I asked as I began to dress.

"Uh huh but she'll try to say that you can't take me because I'm her family. That's what she always says," Monica replied sadly.

"Well I'm sure I can work something out with her. Where is she? Let me do the talking. I'm a pretty good talker so don't worry, honey."

Monica stood quietly behind me as I spoke to her boss lady. She looked as if she had been ridden hard and put away wet like an old horse. Wrinkles of a hard life bespoke of a person who was probably a victim herself. Her name was "Mama Toy", a nickname probably. She didn't seem pleased to see me with Monica, probably angry that she wasn't earning her share on her back.

"You American all time want take my girls home. Don't you know you can't leave Philippine Island without proper papers? This girl no have paper. She my family and I not let her go with you," the old lady scolded me in her broken English.

The papers were NO problem I realized. Because of my job at the US Consulate, I could have the child documented and on her way to the States with all the right papers. Hell, I could even come up with a birth certificate, if needed. Yes. The papers were going to be easy. Convincing this old bitch, that was a real challenge.

"OK…how much to buy her?" I asked, hoping she had a suitable figure in mind.

"Girl NOT for sale," she replied angrily as she wagged a finger at me.

Little Monica began to cry as the tempers heated up in the room.

"OK you old cunt. I've tried to reason but you leave me NO choice. I can have this place closed down in one day and your little gold mine will become nothing more than another slum in the waste land of Manila." I announced, wagging my finger in HER FACE.

"Then you have to explain what you were doing here and I have secret cameras all over," she responded as she shook her fists at me.

"I don't care, you old cunt. I'll take the risk just to see you go to jail and close this travesty," I answered, not meaning a word of it.

The bluff was sinking in.

"Who are you…you American men are trouble all the time," she replied as the expression on her face revealed a sudden change of heart.

"OK. You take girl but you pay," she said in a soft voice as she held out her hand.

"I'll give a fair amount, say ten thousand dollars US." I offered as I pulled out my checkbook.

"NO CHECK," she retorted. "You pay Mama Toy CASH!"

"I don't carry that kind of cash…how about an American Express?" I suggested as I handed over my card, wondering what kind of backlash this kind of charge on a government credit card might cause.

"OK but you pay my American Express fee too," she countered.

Not lying on top of Monica or under the spell of that wonderful little body, my brain began to function again, but it was too late for responsible thinking. I had really carved a hole in the ground for the sake of some kiddy pussy. But all in all, it would be worth getting this little child away from her cruel bondage. I would find a way to explain the credit card charges later, coming up with a story of some kind.

Little Monica cried with joy and relief as I took her upstairs to get whatever things she needed, making sure to take that sexy little schoolgirl dress along too. I knocked on the door where Angel was no doubt fucking his brains out on top of that little cutie he was with. That bill would be hefty too I realized as I knocked again and again. Finally, the door opened and Monica hugged her little friend, telling her goodbye and promising to find a way someday to come for her too. Both girls cried as Angel and I walked away with little Monica.

Angel, a semi-religious sort, commented that I would be blessed for taking the girl away from such a life. I already felt blessed for meeting the little child in the first place. She was like a dream come true but there would be many obstacles to deal with and lies to tell.

The cab ride back to town was much different than the first trip. Monica, whose real name was just a memory to her, took the name of her favorite American singer, Brittany.

Getting my little girlfriend back to the States was easy, but integrating the child into my busy life and workload was the ultimate challenge. I decided to move to a new place where no one knew me or would ask questions about my little Philippine temptress. Getting her into school was the first order of business. Getting back to work and covering my ass with those credit card charges was going to take some convincing explaining.

It was no real surprise that the government didn't buy my concocted story about having to pay off a potential political problem with my American Express. I was ordered to pay back the money and placed on "a restricted use" of the card. But to me it was worth every penny. Brittany was a prize, fucking me every night - after finishing her homework of course. But because she had never been to school in her life, I had to hire a home tutor. But she was smart and eager to learn, excelling in her studies and growing while she regained the childhood she was cheated out of.

After sleeping with my little girlfriend, adult women seemed evil in some way. I never even thought about looking at one, no matter how attractive or sexy.

One day, to my surprise, Brittany was drawing a picture, which I thought was for school. Then a casual glance over her shoulder caught my interest. It was a drawing of the old restaurant where I found her. Tears began to flood my eyes as I realized she was drawing stick figures of some of her little friends standing outside the building as it was apparently on fire. Her friends all wore bright exaggerated, happy smiles.

The caption was: You Can Get Anything You Want At Monica's Restaurant And I WON'T TELL" But a thick black line was drawn through the words and followed by: "This Was Once Monica's Restaurant, but a girl named Brittany Burned It To The Ground."

The wide grin on her face reflected a sense of closure from her sordid, cruel past it seemed. Touched by her clever drawing, I leaned down to kiss her sweet little lips.

"You want me to put that school uniform on and pretend I'm your little whore again, daddy?" she whispered softly in my ear.