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PAYING THE RENT part 5
BY CLIVE CLARRIS
[ part 5 ]
Chapter Twelve
The lights and the cameras were turning to Susan, now. She could no
longer see Claire's wax encased little body. The drug was beginning to
wear off and she was slowly realising that there was an urgent decision
to make, but she couldn't quite work out what it was. Dev's fingers
continued to work between her legs as Tim came across to her.
"We have nearly all we want for today. But we thought that you might
need a little persuasion to bring little Claire back for us next time.
We are very happy so far and, of course we will go on paying very well.
Behind me Tony is ready to blow out that wicked little flame that is
burning between her lips. He can unblock her little nose and mouth in a
moment. How much more she has to endure today is your choice. And you
can't see her now, can you. How long can your lovely little daughter
last without breathing, do you think? And when the flame burns further
down, her mouth will fill with that naughty blue hot wax, won't it? And
her throat...."
Susan tried to struggle from the ropes around her arms and from Dev's
fingers.
"All we need you to do is to agree to come back next Thursday with
Claire and two of her little friends. How you manage it will be down to
you, but if you don't nod your head soon,...who knows..."
Susan nodded frantically.
"Magic. But just in case you were thinking you might say "yes" now and
then not deliver, I think that you should know that we sometimes get
involved in the "snuff" market too. Oddly enough, it was a lovely girl
about your age that featured in my last production. It was called
"Terminal pleasure." Remind me to show you sometime. I loved the final
scene when she was suspended by the ankles beneath the crane, all tied
up and helpless as it lowered her face first into the swimming pool!"
"Do we have a deal? Good. I can see that we do."
The last comment was made as Susan's body betrayed her and Dev's fingers
succeeded. Amazingly the combination of drug, fear and concern brought
her body to its climax and her orgasmic sounds, muffled by the ever
present gag echoed around the room.
When Susan recovered enough to open her eyes again, she found the
attention was no longer on her.
Claire had been released and she and Tony were peeling the wax from her
face and body. Her skin had been covered in sun tan lotion before the
session, so that the wax came away easily. Susan didn't know whether to
be relieved or concerned when she realised that Claire was actually
giggling.
"That was scary, Uncle Tony. But if this is sex, yippee!"
The drug had obviously worked incredibly well so far. But where was all
this going, she thought, not for the first time.
Then Susan remembered that Tim had said, " We have nearly all we want
for today." Slowly she remembered how this session had started. She
watched as the blue collar and lead were buckled round Claire's little
neck, once more. Shiny silver handcuffs were put on her wrists behind
her back and she was taken back to where Kurt was sitting, still naked
on the canvas chair. This time she walked over to him, before sinking
back to the floor, kneeling upright before him. Again the cameras and
lights closed in and the screens filled with her pretty little face
neck, shoulders and tiny little breasts.
"Shall I do it now?" She turned to Tony.
"Do you think you can do everything we talked about, Darling?"
"I'll try. But you know I've never done it before."
Kurt's prick seemed to grow an extra inch. His wasn't the only one in
the room!
The shot was set up again exactly where it had been left earlier. Then
this little girls grinning face began to fill the screen. Her little
mouth opened wide and moved towards the waiting, swollen tip. Kurt stood
up. The cameras moved in tight either side of him. Claire let the tip
part her lips even wider and hold them open, just like a ball gag would
have done. Her pretty brown eyes turned to the camera on the left and
held the gaze. Every man watching would know it was him she was doing
this to. Slowly she leaned forward. She had no control, her hands being
behind her back, but the practice with the banana had paid off. The
camera on the right dropped lower and watched, looking up at the cock
slowly sliding in. Claire had learned to relax her throat in a way most
women would never achieve in their lifetimes. Children learn quickly and
are very willing to accept what they are told!
A centimetre at a time, her child's eyes still seducing the camera,
Claire let the shaft slide in. First into her mouth and then, the
viewers scarcely believing what they were watching, into her throat. Its
progress could clearly be seen as this bulge began to stretch her throat
further and further back. She paused for a moment, when a tiny cough
threatened to ruin the effect, but the little girl managed to stifle the
reflex as she had learned to do over several days that week, until the
shiny, hairless balls were actually resting against her chin. All in one
continuous invasion!
"Come on, Susan." Dev had been given a job.
He untied her arms, but left the gag in place. She got shakily to her
feet and allowed herself to be led over to where Kurt was standing. The
effects of what she had been given had not completely worn off, and she
found herself almost unable to resist.
"Kneel down."
Soon it became clear what Susan's role was to be.
"This is where Mummy makes Kurt cum in little daughters throat"
The thought crossed Susan's mind that maybe she had got a bit too
carried away when explaining the pleasures of cock sucking to her own
daughter. But it was too late to do anything about that now.
Claire began to lean slowly back again. The flesh began to reappear, wet
and sticky with Claire's saliva and Kurts pre cum drips.
Susan reached up between Kurts parted legs. All she could see was the
cheeks of his bottom until she realised that she could also see the
screens off to one side. She saw her own fingers start to squeeze and
tease his shiny red, veined balls. He seemed to grow even larger. Kurt
had needed to lean forwards and Claire had had to tip her head back to
make the alignment into her throat possible. Now his prick was too high
for her little mouth until Susan found herself somehow compelled to take
the shaft and aim it ready again. Claire kneeled taller. Again, a
centimetre at a time the cock began to disappear. This time fed slowly
in by her own Mummy! Susan was now kneeling up herself, her head turned
to one side resting against Kurt's back. Both her hands were now
reaching up to his prick and balls and it was almost as if she was
watching someone else on the screen. Helping a man fuck her own
daughters little face. Should she be enjoying this?
There was no way Kurt was going to last long. Sandwiched as he was
between Mother and handcuffed Daughter. Claire was moving faster now.
Bananas weren't quite as hard as this, but her eyes still suggested she
was "on a mission."
As the dripping prick reappeared, Susan found herself starting to wank
him in an almost instinctive way. As it disappeared into the tight, warm
wetness her other hand began to squeeze those hardening balls. The rythm
got faster. Sliding in..... then sliding out again.
The timing was perfect. All three sensed the moment. At its deepest, the
final swelling in Claire's throat was clearly visible for everyone to
watch on the screens.
Susan squeezed.
A strangled "Yessss" came from Kurt.
Claire's lips parted, as if she needed to breathe around the mouth
filling flesh. It only served to increase the erotic effect as her eyes
showed a sudden change from, "In control," to, "Can I cope.
The throat camera watched as the rythmic spasms started.
Kurt began to pull back. The tip appeared, sperm spurting from the tip.
And Claire, lovely, "magic" nearly eleven year old nubile little Claire,
kept her eyes and her mouth wide as the camera explored the white frothy
juice inside, trailing back to the tip still being "milked" by her very
own Mummy!
The applause was loud and spontaneous from the men in the room. Claire
was learning fast how to 'pay the rent."
But how high would the price be next time?
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