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Short Story
by T. Wilson
Ben Green wheezed as he got up from the park bench. Time to head home,
he thought. The middle aged black man dropped his newspaper into a
nearby trash bin, and began to head home.
As he began to walk, a young, blonde white girl passed him on the
pathway in the direction he was going. She too was walking slowly. Ben
looked down at her perfectly shaped behind encased by the knee high
skirt. She was wearing a school uniform with a white shirt and the
plaid skirt, white socks and black patent flat heeled shoes. In spite
of his age, he felt his dick harden. She was just a bit plump, still
retaining some of her baby fat.
She slowed down just a bit at the playground area, watching the kids
playing on the swings. She walked over to the swingset and dropped her
backpack before climbing onto an unused swing. Soon, she was swinging
high, a big grin on her very pretty face.
Ben stopped on the path and watched her, seeing her skirt billow just
enough that he could see her panties. Then the old man made up his
mind. He had to have her, one way or another. His mind raced as he
planned the abuduction. There was a strip mall in the direction she
had been walking. And in that strip mall was an abandoned store with a
basement. Ben had found that the cellar door was open all the time.
He pictured what he would do to the kid - she looked about eleven
years old. He would tie her up because he always wanted to tie a girl
up since he was a kid. She would be crying when he forced her to her
knees. Her crying would be stifled when he pushed his thick black dick
into her sweet little mouth and made her suck him.
He would take his time with the little girl, doing things to her she
could not imagine being done by a man to a girl.
Just then, his thoughts were broken when she jumped off the swing and
picked up her backpack. She shrugged the backpack over her shoulders
and began walking again.
He began to follow her again, marveling at her plump, swaying ass.
Betcha she got a damn tight asshole, he mused.
He moved a bit quicker now, coming up almost within touching distance,
when suddenly she stopped to look into a wiindow display. The move
surprised him, but he managed to get by and gaze into another window.
There was a narrow alley right ahead which led to the cellar door
where he would take her, just as soon as she began walking again. But
she only moved up beside him, looking at the same window display.
He looked at her reflection in the window and was startled to see the
little girl looking up at him. He looked straight down at her.
"Hi." he said, not knowing what else to say.
"Hi, mister. Wanna have a party?" said the girl
He recoverd in time and said, where?"
She pointed at the alley. "There's a cellar down there.
She saw the tent in his trousers and smiiled. "Twenty bucks and you
can do anything you want to me." She smiled then and took his big hand
in her tiny one. "Or, ten bucks, but you gotta help me with my
homework."
She led him off down the alley toward the cellar. "I like being tied
up, mister." she informed him.