Perverts 'R' Us
The Kiddy Motel
By Spin ( M/ggg, F/gg, pedo, cons, anal, oral, viol )
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Tim Bates took a slow drag of his cigarette. A bottle of expensive, single malt scotch whiskey stood idle on the counter while the distant "swoosh" of a few passing cars outside of the motel filtered through the half-opened window. A sly smile crept slowly over his wrinkled, aged face as he spotted a guest pulling into the parking lot.
"The usual tonight, Mr. Smith?" he asked with a knowing gleam in his eyes as the well-dressed man approached the counter in the office.
Mr. Smith, like so many other Mr. Smiths, Jones, or whatever they chose to call themselves, were regular guests at the "Bates Lodge For The Lonely Traveler"
The motel had a sordid history before Tim Bates purchased the place from his older brother, but after a number of years and a ton of investment dollars, time had finally healed the infamous reputation of multiple murders and missing travelers that were never found.
"Uh yes! That will be fine Mr. Bates. Can I have that same little sparkly-eyed cutie that I had last time, or is she busy tonight? I'll be glad to pay a little extra," Mr. Smith spoke up with a twinkle in his eyes as he handed over ten one hundred dollar bills.
"I think we can accommodate you tonight Mr. Smith, but Tracy is a little busy right now doing her homework. I DO make sure that my girls get a good education. So wait for her in your room and I'll send her along as soon as she's done," Tim replied as he handed over the keys to room 101 along with a few condoms and a tube of KY Jelly.
As foster parents, Peggy and Tim Bates were models of respectability to the child welfare department of the state. Whenever a case- worker stopped by unannounced, all of the girls were well clothed and at their best behavior. Schoolwork was always up to date, owing to a successful home schooling program and private tutor. And each girl looked well groomed with a mouth full of dazzling, perfect teeth. As a result of good parenting and care, more children were offered to them, leaving Tim to select only choice little morsels with cute faces and shapely little asses. He was an expert on little ass and lived to personally inspect and fondle each new arrival.
"I don't like that Mr. Bates, please don't," Cathy complained as Tim reminded the seven-year-old girl to call him "daddy." She was his first and eventually his best girl in a stable of ten, very cute and adorable preteen prostitutes.
The memory of having sex with Cathy on that first memorable night, replayed in Tim's brain as he gulped a glass of scotch while waiting for Tracy to report in after doing her homework.
After the welfare worker brought Cathy to their home one day, it seemed that his wife couldn't keep her hands away from the little wonder. He watched as the child dutifully undressed down to her panties while Peggy pretended to examine her young body for injuries and medical problems. His lips smacked with desire when the little girl allowed his wife to feel between her sweet, silky smooth thighs, fingering her tender little slit and finally pulling the young girls underpants off. His first look at a young preteen's smooth, hairless vagina caused his heart to thump and his cock to swell to a mega stiff erection. Soon, he had the little girl in his bed and after a short breaking-in period, his thick cock was treated to its first trip inside of the tight, preteen pussy of an underage girl.
That day would be the pivotal moment in the life of two pedophiles, eventually inspiring a budding business behind the convenient façade of a nondescript tourist motel.
The money poured in like a heavy downpour of raindrops from the heavens with a portion put aside for each girl. By the time the children were ready to become adults, they would each be worth over a million dollars and Tim and his wife, over a billion. Yes! Life was good and Tim's thriving young pussy mill was a huge success.
Continued, but discreet advertising on the Internet and selected newsgroups insured a steady flow of new customers. Of course each had to sustain a rigid background check and prove that they were not part of the law enforcement community. To be safe and certain, each one was photographed in a compromising position while in the company of a naked underage child, which served as an insurance policy if needed.
"Hi daddy! I'm all done with my homework and ready for work," Tracy announced as she skipped happily into the office.
"Hi sweetie. Mr. Smith, "the nose," is waiting for some "little girl desserts" in room 101. So take good care of him and be sure to get a big tip, honey."
Each Mr. Smith, Jones, or any other bogus name had a nickname attached to the person by the girls, according to their oddities or facial features. Tracy would soon service Mr. Smith. AKA the nose because of his marked, European features and a huge nose that often inspired giggles from the young girls behind his back.
Dressed in a short, revealing skirt and pink frilly panties, Tracy knocked on the door.
"Hi there, darling. I've missed you and my cock's been complaining that it misses your sweet little pussy," Mr. Smith announced with a wide grin as he wrapped his arms around Tracy's small body "Mmm! You feel so nice and soft, my little princess…and you look delicious too!" He continued as his hand immediately edged under her skirt and began to smooth over her firm, panty-covered butt cheeks.
Yes! My little sweetheart, I'm gonna' have to fuck you silly tonight or I won't forgive myself in the morning," He grinned as he placed the eight-year-old child on the bed and began to undress.
Tracy's sublime young body held his attention as Mr. Smith removed each article of his clothing. His brain filled with the anticipation of parting her silky smooth thighs while he readied the young girl for her fate, which would begin with licking and sucking every inch between her sweet, tender legs then devouring her tasty preteen sex and finally… fucking every hole that he could get his thick cock into. His mouth watered as he remembered how fresh and appetizing her young pussy tasted when he tongue fucked the little girl into a raging, bed-shaking orgasm during his last visit.
A thin smile appeared on Tracy's face as her shoes, socks and panties were soon removed and discarded to the floor. Her young snatch was already tingling with expectation. Mr. Smith's mouth was drooling and finally, his warm breath was directly over her naked sex.
"M-m-m! She moaned repeatedly as a warm, wet mouth made contact with her puffy pubic mound.
Finally, Mr. Smith's enormous nose spread Tracy's tender labia revealing the moist, pink lining of her vagina. His long, stiff tongue probed inside of her, licking and sucking her preadolescent juices, until her cries of pleasure filled the room, followed by an explosion of climactic bolts of electricity. Soon, her small body arched off the bed, thrashing uncontrollably while the first orgasm of the night flooded her young brain with mind-numbing sexual fulfillment.
Of the numerous clients that Tracy serviced in her short career as a child prostitute, Mr. Smith, AKA the nose, was her favorite. His gentleness and patience was appreciated and often rewarded by a rare blowjob, a treat that Tracy refused her other customers. Something about sucking on a male sex organ and swallowing "yucky" tasting cum repulsed her senses, but she never refused anything to her favorite client…or her daddy.
Tracy's young body squirmed as usual when she felt the tip of Mr. Smith's thick penis ease slowly into her tiny vaginal opening. As a child, her sex was still immature and stubborn when it came to allowing such a huge appendage like an adult cock to penetrate her youth.
"OH GOD! OH GOD IN HEAVEN! Mr. Smith moaned and grunted as the natural warmth and amazing tightness of a child's pussy bathed his throbbing meat with indescribable sensations.
An ocean of saliva from recent oral sex, mixed with the sexual secretions from Tracy's young pussy helped the massive girth of his cock to push deeper into the preteen girl's body. His balls swelled with arousal as he continued, pumping the little girl's fuck hole until finally, he noticed the child's eyes suddenly open wide as he plunged all the way into the secret, forbidden depths of the most magnificent pussy he had ever fucked.
Gazing down at his manhood, which was impaled up to his balls, he smiled with delight, realizing how lucky he was to be having sex with a child again and soon, an intensely satisfying, mind blowing orgasm was about to flood his senses with more pleasure and euphoria than any drug could ever produce.
"OH JESUS! I'M CUMING IN YOU SWEETIE. I'M…OH GOD! …OH GOD! UGH! GRUNT!"
The rules of the house were that every client was supposed to use a rubber, but Tracy allowed her favorite Mr. Smith the honor of filling her young body with his hot sperm. It was the warmth and pleasant sensation, brought on by the spurts of thick cum that she really liked as it filled her vaginal tunnel and somehow, made her feel loved and appreciated. In her young mind, the display of sexual gratification when her clients 'came' was always a source of satisfaction… but also a mystery.
What was it about her young body that inspired such predictable behavior in an adult and why was her pussy so valuable that a client would be willing to pay all that money just to stick his penis in her vagina?
To Tracy, her naked sex was no big deal, but letting an adult have his way with her gave her a sense of importance and value. She didn't even know what a prostitute was. She never thought of her job as trading sex for money. No! She felt privileged to share her young, forbidden, sexual parts with her clients, knowing that they really felt wonderful after having sex with her.
A client's ejaculations, accompanied by groans of sexual joy were one of the rewarding pleasures to most of the girls, but Tracy was a pedophile's ultimate sex toy. She truly loved to satisfy…and be satisfied. She was also the most requested little girl.
There was one thing though that Tracy and the other children didn't care for. Kissing an adult passionately on the mouth seemed odd and out of place when it came to having sex. Allowing their body's to be fondled and ravaged was okay. But most of the men liked to kiss them while smoothing a hand or fingertips over their smooth, baby soft, delicate skin.
Tracy surrendered on occasion to the whims of her more bazaar clients, allowing them to kiss her on the lips, while fondling or fingering her pussy as she pretended the roll playing act of a daughter, girlfriend or with some clients, a young runaway girl that had been saved, only to be molested and sexually exploited. Some of her customers even brought a script of dialogue for her to speak-as if she was on stage while they made love to her nakedness.
"O-w-e-e!" Tracy cried as the thick shaft of an adult penis violated her tight little butt hole.
The soothing cool KY Jelly squirted inside of her rectum made the entry of the two-inch thick penis more tolerable, but the pain was always the same.
The young girl grimaced as her anal sphincter finally yielded, allowing all seven inches of Mr. Smith's cock to fill her rectum. With her butt raised in the air and her tummy on a pillow, Mr. Smith began fucking her tender butt hole mercilessly until a familiar fullness of thick, hot semen gushed like an explosive, violent flood into her bowels.
As usual, after a good butt fucking, Tracy felt like she had to poop and as soon as Mr. Smith pulled his cock from her rectum, an endless geyser of brown, smelly feces followed as a dull sounding "pop" filled the room when the tip of his penis finally pulled out from her tiny anus.
Remembering how embarrassed she felt the first time that such a thing occurred, she smiled to herself, because over time and after numerous butt fuckings since then, it was just business as usual.
It was time for a shower.
"Slurp! Slurp! Mmm!" Tracy lovingly sucked on her Mr. Smith's cock after cleaning each other's body of dried sperm and feces.
A wide grin of satisfaction from ear to ear, filled the man's face as he held Tracy's head while guiding himself between the child's warm, thin lips. Then to his surprise, an explosion of semen from his balls, which he thought were hopelessly empty, flooded her mouth. Coughing and gagging followed, but little Tracy kept her mouth on his cock, sucking and swallowing the last drop of sperm. Soon, she smiled up at him as she wiped the residual sticky cum from her lips and chin.
Both smiled a look that said" Were really having a good time. Aren't we?"
Mr. Smith picked his prize little girl up and carried her back to the bed.
Another round of licking and sucking young Tracy's pussy followed, inspiring more orgasms to fill the motel room with the sounds of an eight-year-old girl in the throes of an intense climax. Mr. Smith couldn't get enough of the pretty child's sex. With his huge, thick hands cupped under her sweet little bottom, he held her groin to his mouth while he lapped at her crotch, sucking more of her sweet nectar until finally, sticking his tongue into her tender little butt hole. Grunts and groans continued from the old man's mouth as if he was dining on a sumptuous meal.
The minutes of heated sexual drama with a preteen child finally turned into hours. After a night of getting his rocks off and sharing the rare, sexual delights of making love to a cute little wonder like Tracy, Mr. Smith kissed the child warmly on her lips as he handed her a crisp hundred-dollar bill.
"This is for you my love. I'll be back in a week or two, but I'll miss you terribly until then," he commented with a tear on his cheek as he hugged Tracy close to his body. Then without another word, he placed the keys in her hand to give back to her daddy.
After a long, busy night of entertaining guests and fucking their adult brains out, the girls would sleep, until about ten AM the next day.
Tim and Peggy usually held back a few girls to sleep with for their own enjoyment. As usual, Cathy was his favorite and spent more time with him than earning her way like the other girls. They shared a bond of total admiration and sexual pleasure, fucking for long hours into the day at the expense of Cathy missing most of her schoolwork, which she hated anyway. The other girls developed an animosity towards their older sibling, taunting and teasing her until tears would pour from her cheeks, sending her into the arms of Tim.
Devastatingly pretty and older than the other girls, Cathy was often requested by a few of the clients, but Tim always gave in to his daughter when she begged, especially when she batted her pretty, crystal blues and promised him anything he wanted if he took her to bed instead of making her entertain a client.
"Please daddy? I wanna sleep with you. I don't wanna do it with anybody else. Please?" Cathy cried when a certain, wealthy client asked for her specifically one night.
The man was well known in the county as Mr. Arnold Van Dorn-realtor, landlord and wealthy beyond any of the other clients that frequented the motel. After he offered five thousand dollars for a night with Cathy, Tim couldn't resist.
With tears of disappointment streaming down her smooth cheeks, Cathy changed into a suitable short, sexy skirt and thin, see through blouse. At the age of ten, she was already growing a pair of nice little small, puffy breasts and her fine little butt was to 'die for,' in any man's eyes.
Peggy smiled her approval as she helped her young daughter dress for the occasion while making sure to smooth her panties over her firm little ass and slit. Peggy was also enamored with the young child's beauty and often made her sleep with her when Tim was busy in the motel office, booking clients and supervising the other girls.
"My! My! You look beautiful honey! Mr. Van Dorn quipped as he invited Cathy into his room. "I hope you're worth five thousand bucks, but then…anyone can see that you are my lovely," he continued.
Cathy stood trembling next to the bed as a pair of hands began to smooth over her shapely little ass, probing between her young thighs and finally pulling the leg of her panties to one side. Cringing with surprise, she endured the sudden intrusion of a thick finger, searching and pushing deeply into her young pussy. Mr. Van Dorn wore a grin of satisfaction as he impaled her with his whole finger while smacking his lips from anticipation and the expectations of fucking the youngster's fine little body.
"Ouch! Please don't. Not there! Only my pussy please?" Cathy complained tersely as Mr. Van Dorn's other finger began to violate her tender little butt hole.
"Listen you little whore! I'm paying big money for you and you better do as I tell you or your daddy and mommy will see the insides of a prison," The old man announced angrily as he held up a hand as if to slap Cathy on her face.
The threat didn't go unseen or recorded.
Unknown to his guests, Tim had a state of the art audio-video system with hidden cameras in each room. A console was hidden under the counter and everything that went on in any room could be watched for the safety of his girls.
He watched in horror as young, ten-year-old Cathy reeled from the threat of a slap on her face. In an instant, he was in the room, pulling Mr. Van Dorn off his child and forcing him outside.
"You'll go to prison for this," the client threatened as he shook his fists at Tim.
"So will you, you bastard!" he replied as an argument soon developed into a fistfight, leaving the old man unconscious after Cathy suddenly appeared and hit him on the head with her daddy's bottle of scotch.
Luckily, the commotion went unnoticed by the other customers so there were only two witnesses. Tim calmed down then offered Cathy a consoling embrace and hug. A look of concern crept over her face as she wondered out loud if Mr. Van Dorn was okay.
Even in the darkness of a moonless night, blood has a special color and patina like no other substance.
A large puddle of blood pooling ominously near Mr. Van Dorn's head meant that he had sustained more than just a bump on the "noggin". While laying lifeless on the ground, moans escaped from his mouth, inspiring Cathy to once again, hit him on the head for good measure with the bottle she held in her hand. Tim tried in vain to stop his daughter but anger propelled her to hit the old guy again until he was finally dead and completely silent.
A rare altercation with a guest had finally threatened the future of the whole family.
Tears flowed freely down Cathy's cheeks when she realized what she had done to the old man. Death was still a mystery to the young girl and killing another person was beyond anything she ever imagined doing. But the hurt and emotional trauma she suffered that night from Arnold Van Dorn would linger in her mind far longer than the sorrow she felt for killing him.
Silence filled the night as Tim thought about his options and consequences.
Laying in front him was a well-known and respected icon of the community and would be missed soon by family and friends. Tim couldn't go to the police, nor involve the rest of his family in any way. Disposing of the body was the only choice here and Cathy would have to be left without a clue, or someday, she might let something slip to the wrong person and "hell would be paid by everyone."
"Go back to the house honey and forget about this old man. You didn't do anything wrong and daddy will clean things up before morning," Tim said to his daughter as he finished the rest of the scotch.
Wearing a pair of latex gloves, he pulled the lifeless corps to the back of the motel.
"God! You're a heavy fucker." He groaned and grunted as he loaded the old man into the bed of his pickup. A plastic sheet would prevent blood and other incriminating fluids from touching the truck. Then carefully, and securely, he bound the body with heavy concrete blocks, which would be an ideal anchor, preventing discovery for many years as the body spent its demise in a grave of murky lake water. Fish and other creatures would have a feast on the rotting tissue and like the bible says, "It will be returned to earth from whence it came."
The lonely drive to a distant lake, allowed reflection on the peril of the night. Tim began to sweat as he imagined the discovery by the law of his illicit, but highly profitable business. Then, comforting thoughts of a future with his loving children and how much they adored him put a smile of gratitude on his face. He loved his girls with every emotion in his brain, but except for his beloved Cathy, they all seemed to take their duties with the clients in stride and enjoyed a happy life. Then, for some reason, his mind flashed to Tracy. He hadn't spent much time with the little angel he realized while wondering if she was the same vivacious little girl that he slept with a few times. Yes! He would have to show her his love as well as the other little girls. A calming came over his brain as he made a mental note to sleep with a different child each week and reinforce the special bond between daughter and daddy.
The old iron bridge that crossed the lake was the perfect spot to dispose of Mr. Van Dorn's body. After struggling with the dead weight of an obese old man, Tim lifted the weighted bundle over the railing with every ounce of his strength. The rusty metal creaked and groaned as the heavy load strained the aged structure beyond its intended use. Finally, a railing snapped as the body dropped like a rock, hitting the water with a loud splash that echoed off the banks of the lake with an eerie sound, sending shivers up Tim's spine.
Mr. Van Dorn's car was the next task of the night.
Disposing of a brand new Hummer could be tricky and might call attention to who ever drove the vehicle to the final end of a perilous, eventful night.
The long walk back to the motel would be arduous but Tim had no choice. Luckily, he had the presence of mind to remove the keys from Mr. Van Dorn's pockets, along with his wallet and items left in his clothes that might be useful for identification if he was ever found.
The engine came to life as he turned the key. The hummer rolled effortlessly onto the highway in the dead of night without a single car on the road. Wearing his gloves, plastic bags around his feet and a ball cap pulled down snuggly on his head, he finally reached the parking lot of Mr. Van Dorn's real estate office. The moonless night offered safety from prying eyes as he left the vehicle unlocked and alone to be discovered later.
Then, while shielding his face, Tim walked briskly along the unlit shoulder of the highway and out of sight of passing cars as he headed back home. His nerves were on edge but in his mind, he had covered the details and things that might lead the police to inquire about the disappearance of one of his recent guests at the motel. Yes! He had covered everything, but wiping the prints from the room and cleaning the carpet and bed as well as carting away the blood-stained soil from the front of the motel; this he would do before daylight and before any of his guests left.
"Hi daddy! Can I sleep with you? Please? Mommy is already sleeping and I don't wanna be alone," Cathy begged after Tim finally finished the details of hiding his crime and entered the comfort of the huge, stately house adjacent to the motel.
Cathy snuggled closely as they shared Tim's bed, which was in a separate room from his wife. The young girl's smooth, shapely butt felt soothing to his midriff as she slept in his curl. Soon, his eyes closed as he held his daughter to him, stroking her fine hair as he kissed her neck affectionately. A troublesome sense of guilt for insisting that she have sex with Mr. Van Dorn filled his thoughts. Yes! He was truly sorry for the whole ordeal, but sometimes, strange behavior happens in the hidden world of "Behind Closed Doors."
Until tonight, there had never been any problems with a guest, but sooner or later it was bound to happen. Maybe it was time to close up shop for good, he thought. He would have to tell the girls later and deal with their disappointments. He realized that most of his little nymphs actually enjoyed pleasuring men, but he couldn't risk more trouble. The thought of going to prison…and away from his first love, the children and their sweet, magnificent little bodies, was the most convincing argument. Besides! Over the years, he had amassed a small fortune so everyone in the family would never 'want' for anything.
Sleep finally brought comfort to Tim's brain while his stable of young pussy finished with their clients for the night. As prescribed for their own safety, they paraded in a line towards the house for a good night sleep too.
Tracy yawned as she removed her clothes and plopped into bed, followed by another one of the girls, who crawled into bed with her.
Angie was Tracy's soul mate and sister, but together they shared a budding sexual relationship, sleeping with each other and trading stories about their sexual trysts with their clients. Giggles filled the bedroom as Angie pretended to be one of the clients and ordered Tracy to spread so she can "suck her little pussy into next week," quoting one of her recent clients.
"OH! PLEASE EAT ME MR. SMITH! LICK MY LITTLE PUSSY UNTIL I SEE STARS." Tracy joked as her friend began to lick her young sex, finally bringing her preteen body to a raging, noisy orgasm, which reverberated through the entire house.
To these two young girls, another busy night had finally ended, but pleasuring each other's young bodies was the ultimate reward of the day.
To Tim, his little dynasty of providing the addictive, young bodies of young preteen girls to numerous, satisfied guests and "pedos" from around the globe was about to come to an end.
To Mr. Smith, Jones and the other nameless guests, heartbreaking news would soon come their way, leaving them to their fantasies and memories of the thrills that they once enjoyed.
To the late Mr. Van Dorn…his arrogance was his ultimate undoing, sending him to a watery grave and never to experience the elusive, sexual treasures of a child's delightful body again.