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About: This was a Role Playing session between ASSTR authors SarahMcA2012 and Dandy_Tago. It was played out over instant messenger. Each participant writes in the first person for themselves and in the second person for the other participant. For this reason, I present the session like an IM chat so that you can easily distinguish which author is speaking.
Summary: Fourteen-year-old Lizzie is desperate for someone to help her out. Her whore of a mother isn't feeding her. In desperation, she turns to men on the internet to try to solve her problem. That's where she met Pete. He's a forty-eight year old pedophile, desperate to be someone's sugar daddy.
Codes: Mf14 ped rom cons rough oral piv
A teen girl, growing up in poverty, tries to whore herself out to a man she met online. Her mom is a drug addict and she's grown up seeing men fuck her near-unconscious mother. Despite her near dirt poor upbringing, she's still attractive, but she's also desperate for money and food. Knowing that she has only one thing to offer anyone, she goes to the library computer and starts trying to meet older men.
I think she's somewhat eager. She knows her mom likes it sometimes. But she also knows that sometimes they hurt her mom, and she's willing to risk it. But she's played with herself plenty to know that it can feel good down there.
She was tentative at first, but online she began to chat with Pete, flirting with him a little, feeling like he's almost a friend, but also obviously awary that he's a pedophile.
He's older than the dad she barely remembers, and having a man's attention makes her feel special.
It's an exciting thrill. She's attractive, but at school she isn't as developed as some of the girls, and as poor as she is others look down on her. To him though, she's a gold mine. As they chat more, she lets on to her situation...commenting, half in shame and half in desperation, that she's starving but doesn't have anything to eat. He complains about work as a mechanic, and his bitch of an ex-wife.
He tells her that he wishes he had an appreciative girl like her in his life, that he'd take good care of her.
She writes back, feeling so ashamed, yet desperate, yet thrilled. She tells him that she needs a man herself...one that could take care of her. If she found one, she'd let him do anything he wanted to her.
Listen, Lizzie, I know this sounds crazy, but I want to be that man for you. You could come here, or I could come there. I wouldn't mind putting more distance between me and my ex-wife. And I can tell from your avatar that you're as pretty as you are sweet. Just let ole Pete take care of you, Darlin'!
That doesn't sound crazy at all... I mean, don't think bad of me, but I'm really desperate. I'd come there but I don't have a car...so if you wanna come here, our place ain't much, but it's somethin. Mama's usually gone or passed out, so we'd have it to ourselves...
Gosh, Lizzie, that sounds perfect. I'll pack up tonight and head out first thing in the morning. I bet I could get there around noon. I'll take you to lunch, and then we can go shopping to get you something nice to wear for our first night together. I'll buy you a nice dinner, and then you can show me your appreciation once we're all alone. ;)
Having never been offered anything so amazing, I practically squeal.
PrincessLizzie14: YESSS! That sounds amazing! And I promise you won't regret it. I'll make sure that our first night will be unbelievable. And you'll get final approval on whatever I buy ;)
I'll see you soon, Princess. I expect a kiss for your new sugar daddy once I get there. ;) I promise tomorrow is going to be a brand new day for you.
After I log off, I cycle through the few pictures that you've sent me over IM. I stroke my cock as I think of all the things you're going to let me do to you tomorrow. I land on the picture of you sucking a popsicle, and I cum imagining those lovely lips wrapped around my dick.
I'm happier as I walk home than I've been in years, even if my stomach is growling. For the first time in ages, I actually have hope of escaping the shithole life I live.
As I walk in, I'm not surprised to find my mother on her knees infront of the couch, sucking some random man's cock. Instead of my usual judgemental look, though, I actually feel a thrill, knowing that I'll be doing that for you tomorrow!
As I lay in bed that evening, I hear the distinct creaking of my mother's box-spring mattress and I know she's getting fucked. I begin to masturbate, knowing that I'll be joining her as a whore the next day, but not for drugs, but for a new life!
I'm so nervous as I stop in front of your house. It's not the fact that your yard is trashy or that your screen door is about to fall off its hinges. It's the fact that I'm about to have the one thing I've wanted most my entire adult life: an underage pussy.
I clear my throat as I knock on your door at 10:45. I sped the whole way here. I don't even know if you'll be home. What if your mom answers? I hear the floorboards creak inside, and I know somebody is up. I almost turn to leave, but at the sound of a young girl's voice, my cock stirs, and I'm frozen in place.
You sound like an angel, so musical, so alive. I can't make out the muffled words, but I hear the tone, the lilt of your voice, and close my eyes and put it to the image of you that is burned in my head from jacking off to your pictures for the last few weeks.
Then the knob turns, and my breath catches in my throat. This is it. My little girl. My Princess. My new girlfriend. My new fucktoy.
As I open the door, I'm wearing one of my "best outfits." A pair of tight, small blue-jeans with a purple plaid shirt tied off above my navel. My brown hair is pulled back in a messy pony tail, but as I see you I can't help but smile.
At first glance, you're almost a little older and heavier than the picture you sent, but I couldn't care less. To me, you're a knight in shining armor, and I'm actually nervous.
"H-hi!" I say as I step out, closing the door behind me. "Sorry, my mama was awake."
It's obvious that I'm out of my element, but I stil manage to grin. "So, I think I owe you a kiss, because I was so worried you wouldn't show up!"
I have to lean up on my toes to reach you, but not wanting to hold anythig back I press my lips to yours, desperate to hold onto you.
I barely have time to take in you young grin, your slender legs, the wild tendrils of hair spilling over your shoulders before your mouth is on mine. You pull yourself close to my body. I can feel your bodyheat as you press into the fat of my belly.
I expected just a peck, but your mouth lingers on mine, and as soon as it registers to me that I'm actually kissing a fourteen-year-old girl, my hands reach around you, grabbing you around the waist with one hand and letting the other cup your ass, I pull you to me. When you don't pull away -- in fact, I feel you moan slightly -- I push my tongue past your lips, tasting your sweet mouth.
We linger there for a moment, an old man and a barely-teen girl making out on the front porch in broad daylight. My cock is completely swollen, and I know you can feel it. I press it into your hip, using my hand on your ass to grind your body against my dick.
When we finally break the kiss, I'm dumbstruck for a moment until I see the yearning in your face and the frailty of your slender, under-nourished body. My heart aches for you, and I take you by the hand.
"I know it's early, but let's get something to eat."
I'm so elated that you say that, and as you take my hand I grin.
"Thank you! I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday."
As we get in your car, even though it isn't the nicest, it's nicer than anything I've ridden in and I feel like a princess.
I bite my lip as you start to drive. "Plus, the earlier we eat, the sooner we can do a little shopping."
As we reach the diner, you can see how eager I am. Not just to get something to eat, but to please you as well. To the average spectator, the sight would seem absurd, but in all reality we're both desperate for the other.
When the food comes, I can barely maintain my manners, and dig into the hamburger, hungrily devouring it.
"I'm sorry," i say as I cover my mouth. "Not exactly a 'princess' moment."
I watch eagerly as you devour the hamburger, loving the sloppy display of hunger.
"It's okay, Lizzie," I reassure you. "It just makes me look forward to you devouring other things later," I say with a wink.
We're in a corner booth, and I scoot next to you to put my hand on your thigh. As an added bonus, from this angle, I can see down your shirt to your budding breasts. With one hand on your thigh, and the other rubbing my cock through my pants, I wink at you and say, "Eat up, Darling. We've got a big day ahead of us."
I nearly laugh as I nod.
I love the fact that despite everything we've chatted about, We've never explicitly said what we're going to do yet, but the innuendos are obvious.
"Mmmm, trust me. I'm going to have plenty of room left over for a nice snack later. I especially love the cream-filled kind."
As I finish up and we slide out, I let my hand gently brush over your obvious tent, giving you a tease to let you know that I'm not just leading you on.
"Now, let's go find something for me to look good in for you tonight, Pete."
Knowing that most of your clothes have probably come from thrift stores or Walmart at best, I decide to take you to the mall. The look on your face as we pull into the parking lot is priceless. Strolling from store to store, I'm amazed that you don't just go for broke. You show so much restraint, not wanting to overtly take advantage of me. But I want to take advantage of you, so I keep encouraging you to get more and more.
When we get to a lingerie store, you and I each glance at each other nervously, and then burst out laughing realizing that we both wanted it but were afraid for a moment that the other might disapprove.
I tell you to pick out something pretty while I go sit on a bench -- partly to rest since I haven't walked my fat ass around this much in a while -- but also so that I don't look like an obviously lecherous perv lingering around while a teenager is buying panties.
The experience has been something I never would have imagined possible. Nobody has ever been so generous, so kind, and so caring towards me in my life, and the more you dote on me, the more I know I'm going to return the favor that night.
As I look over the lingerie, I know I'll let you do anything you want with me, and after living with my mother for so many years, I've seen just about everything there is to see.
I walk out a few minutes later. Even though you told me to splurge, I still forced myself to practice restraint and only bought one outfit.
I laugh as I get closer, "You should have seen the cashier's face. I think I must've been the first 14-year old to buy lingerie from her. I decided I'd leave out the part where it was for my 48 year old boyfriend."
When we finish shopping, I carry your things back to the car, thinking about how lucky I feel. When we're both seated, I look over at you.
"Lizzie, I've had so much fun today. My cock has been dripping pre-cum all day watching you walk around in those tight short. Before we go to dinner, I just... I can't wait for tonight."
I unzip my pants and pull my cock out here in broad daylight in the parking lot.
"I need you to suck my dick, Lizzie. Please."
I feel so desperate. I haven't gotten this worked up over a girl in years, and it's never been with a girl as young as you. I look into your eyes as I slowly stroke my erection.
"I want you to put that pretty mouth on my cock and suck me until I cum, Lizzie. And I want you to eat every last drop of what comes out of my dick."
Seeing your hard, veiny cock standing erect from your pants, I cant help but stare.
I don't hesitate though, this isn't juust something I have to do, it's something I want to do. I want to at least start paying you back for how kind you've been, and being your whore is the only way I can.
I gently reach over and replace your hand with mine. You aren't huge, but I love your size...it's perfect. I reposition myself so that I can lean over, lifting my butt up slightly as I do. It's a good thing that your windows are slightly tinted, otherwise we would be even more at risk. I don't even consider asking for a condom, as the arrangement was clear from the beginning, and I want to give you the best possible.
"Mmmmm, I'm happy to, Pete...now. Sit back, relax, and enjoy my fourteen year old mouth on your cock," I say with a sweet smile as I lower my head into your lap.
You feel my mouth envelop your cock and steadily begin to bob up and down. I can take the wet and dried pre-cum that had covered your cockhead, and i savor the taste of my benefactor's cum as I begin to suck your cock as good as I can. I keep going lower with each bob, taking more and more of your cock. You can feel how hard I'm sucking on it, keeping a nice suction to give you the best pleasure, and my soft, loving tongue caresses yoru shaft as I slide up and down.
I Finally you feel me force myself down until your cock is lodged in my throat and still i moan, savoring the feel of deepthroating you as I bottom out.
The interior of the car is filled with my moans and the wet, slurping sound as I pleasure your cock. Your moans drive me on as I hungrily repay you, and you can tell that I never had any intention of renegging on our arrangement.
The sight of your beautiful, teen face going down into my lap is heaven itself. Then I feel your soft, wet mouth envelop me, and I moan.
Hearing you say that I should enjoy your fourteen-year-old mouth makes me realized that you understand how important our age gap is to me.
"Oh, Lizzie. Suck my dick you pretty, little teenage slut," I groan. "I'm going to fill your mouth with my hot cum you gorgeous bitch."
Not only is it amazing for me to get a blowjob from your jailbait mouth, but it's honestly one of the best blowjobs of my life if for nothing other than your enthusiasm, but it's clear that you have skill. I wonder whether you've done this for your mom's clients before.
When I see how dedicated you are to my pleasure, I can't help but push things farther by putting my hands on the top of your head and shoving you down to make you take my full length. I feel your throat wrap around my head.
"Yeah, right there, you little fuck," I say.
I feel your gag reflex kick in a few times, and it feels amazing. I don't let you up, but I can tell that you're not fighting me. You're fighting yourself to be as good of a little whore as you can.
"Yes, that's it, Lizzie. Take it like a whore."
I hold your head in place and start to fuck your throat, thrusting into you until I'm at the point of no return. But when my climax, i pull out of your throat because I want you to taste my load.
"OH FUCK YESSS!!I" I groan. "Eat it, Lizzie! Eat my cum, you whore!"
While I'd enjoyed giving you the blowjob from the very beginning, as yo ugradually became rougher I enjoyed it even more.
Not that I particularly loved the roughness, but that I realized I was giving you something that you desperately wanted.
As you fucked my mouth and throat, and I let you, I felt a sense of satisfaction...of accomplishment.
Hearing you call me your whore made it even more thrilling as you degraded me, and I let you...strengthening our ever-growing relatinship all the more.
The final act, however, is where I shine. As I feel your cock begin to spray it's load, i savor the feel of letting your cum spray over my tongue and coat my mouth. I don't swallow. I let it steadily fill me up until It slowly begins to dissipate. When I feel your cock twitch only a few more times, I carefully remove my mouth and lean up.
Staring at you, I open my mouth to reveal your thick, full load pooled in my mouth and I swish it around with my tongue for you.
Once you've gotten a good look at my young mouth filled with your seed, I close my mouth and swallow, giving you a loving, energetic grin.
"So...how was it?!" I ask excitedly. "Your cum was so salty and bitter! I loved it!"
Watching your little mouth show me my cum and then swallow it is almost as good as the orgasm itself.
"Lizzie, Baby," I croon. "You're fucking amazing. That was the best blowjob of my life."
I lean in to kiss you, enjoying the taste of my cum on your tongue as I french you. It's the taste of my own little slut.
"Even after that load, I bet you're hungry," I say with a wink.
I take us to Red Lobster. Like the mall, it's just classy enough to have been out of your reach for your whole life but well within my budget. Watching your devour crab and lobster makes me want to devour you.
Sated, we head back to your place afterwards. I make a crude joke about you being my desert, and the sparkle in your eyes tells me that I'm definitely getting some pie tonight.
"Listen, before we go in, I just want to say that I've had a great day with you. You're the best girlfriend I've ever had."
The way your eyes light up melts my heart and makes my dick throb back to life.
"Also, when I fuck your pussy. I'm not going to use a condom, and I'm going to cum inside of you. I'm going to fill your teenage cunt just like I filled your mouth earlier today. You're my whore, and I'm going to use you like one. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, your tits -- they're all mine, and I'm going to use them however I want."
You never could've gotten away with saying that to most women, but I just nod, agreeing as you do.
"Trust me, Pete, after everything you've done for me today, there's nothing off limits for you. You've been so nice to me, and made me feel so amazing, and now I want to make you feel the same way."
I give you a grin, "So come on, let's go do this."
As we step out of the car and walk towards the door, I notice a car. "I think my mom might be inside, but don't worry, she's probably getting fucked and she'll be out of it."
As we walk in to the trailer, my mother is passed out, face down on the "living room" floor, with a black man fucking her unconscious ass. He looks up, never slowing down and nod's.
"Sup Lizzie."
I give him a nod, but hold your hand, guiding you towards my room.
I lead you into my room and close the door. It's small, but nicer than the rest of the house, and I give you a smile.
I actually feel nervous, but excited as well. I've always been the flattest girl, and have the smallest ass in school, but with you...I feel like you want me more than anything, and the fact that it's because you're a ped makes it even hotter.
I start to unbutton my shirt. "So...ready to fuck a little girl?" I ask with a grin.
It takes me no time at all to get my clothes off. I stand there in front of you, naked, my hairy belly sticking out from my body. My cock throbbing to life.
I stroke myself as I watch you undress. Your flat chest makes me all the more horny, proof of how young and illegal your body is for me. Your slender hips and coltish legs make me groan out loud.
"Come here, little girl," I say with raspy desire, "and lay down."
I know that I want to have you in the missionary position first. To be able to drink in your amazing body, to look from your pussy, to your tits, to your face as I fuck you for the first time is my dream come true.
As you lie down, your long hair billowing out on the pillow around your head, I climb onto the bed. First I want to taste you, to savor the smell and flavor of my first underage cunt.
I drink in your light musky scent for a moment before planting my mouth lightly on your labia for a kiss and then slowly pushing my tongue between your folds. I taste your moisture, sliding up to find your hard little nub nestled under its hood.
But one taste is all I can muster before I realize how badly my cock needs you. I climb on top of you. I rub my bulging head up and down your slit, breathing heavily at the prospect of penetrating your delicate, pink flower.
"I've imagined this so many times, Lizzie," I tell you. "But this is better than I ever imagined."
The feel of your mouth on me, then you climbing on top tells me I'm about to be taken by you, and the feeling is so incredible.
"I'm going to be yours, Pete....you can fuck my tight little 14 year old pussy as much as you want. I'll do whatever you want, whenever, Pete....just stay with me....I need you, and I'll do anything to keep you."
I put my hands above my head, gripping the headboard and causing my breasts to flatten out even more as they stretch upwards. I am the epitome of a teen, and a forbidden fruit...and I'm all yours.
"I'm ready Pete...take me!"
I feel your cock begin to penetrate me, and you can tell how soaking wet my young cunt is. It's tight, almost unbelievably so, but it also accomodates you, welcoming your hard shaft like a glove over a hand.
I watch in awe as I push my dick into your sweet, little pussy. Your tight canal makes me moan in pleasure. I have no thought to whether it feels good to you or not. I'm in heaven, and that's all that matters to me.
I look up from your cunt to your supple lips that were wrapped around my cock earlier to your green eyes, looking up at me. You're the prettiest thing I've ever beheld, and you're mine...you'll do anything...you need me...
"Oh, Lizzie," I whisper as lean over to kiss you. "My little girl, my little whore. I'm never going to let you go."
You feel the weight of my large belly pushing down on you, trapping you under my mass as I fuck your tight, teenage cunt. As we gaze into each other's eyes, I realize that I'm in love, that you're making me feel more than my ex-wife ever did. But I also realize that you're giving me complete power over you -- that you'll let me do the things I've only dreamed of doing to women.
I pinch your nipples, squeezing them until I see the pain in your face. Then I gently stroke your cheek before bringing my hand back to slap your face.
"My little whore," I say grabbing a handful of your hair. "My little bitch!"
I hammer into your cunt, plowing into you, driving into you with a fevered pace. You never look away, no matter how many times I slap you, no matter how hard I yank you hair as I leverage to slam into your pussy.
I realize that I'm about to cum in your underage pussy, and the thrill surges in me. But I need more from you. I need to hear you giving everything up for my pleasure.
"Tell me you're my bitch, Lizzie. Beg me to slap you and hurt you. Beg me to cum in your twat, you whore!"
My entire purpose at that moment is to give you what you want. Our relationship is structured on giving and taking. You selflessly gave everything to me that day without ever knowing for sure if I'd fuck you, and now it's my time to repay you.
I take the abuse, knowing it for what it is as I've seen it so often on the men who've used my mom....it's the need to do to us what men could never to other women...to exert control and use us like we're whores...because that's what we are.
Even as my face stings and you pound my cunt, I strive to give you more, gasping with each hit, but taking it and begging for more.
"Yesss, I'm your little bitch, Mr. Pete." You see the sincerity in my eyes, the need to repay you. "Please....use me. I'm just a whore like my mother, but I'm your whore! Fuck me! HIT ME! Let me repay you for all you've done...let me be your whore. I can take it, I swear I can...hurt me! Hurt me like the stupid bitch I am. The stupid little teenage cunt that trades sex for life!"
I'm getting even more into it, desperate to give you all yo uwant. "Fucking hit me! Use your little whore, Mr. Pete! Beat the shit out of me, i can take it!!!!"
The hand in your hair moves down to your throat, and I greedily hold you by the neck as I continue to ravage your cunt. Your eyes are filled with tears from the pain, but I see the dedication there as well. You've given yourself over to me fully, as no one -- no thing -- has ever done.
"You stupid little cunt!' I say, choking and slapping you. "You worthless little whore!"
But even as I continue to choke you, I can't help but kiss you. Your submission means everything to me, and the love breaks through the dam, and I know that you're mine.
"Mine," I whisper as I kiss you.
And then I cum, my mouth pressed to yours, my cock buried to the hilt inside of you, spraying my seed into your unprotected womb.
"Mine," I cry as tears fill my eyes.
it's the closest I can come to admitting my love for you, letting these tears pour out, falling down onto your face as my cock fills you with my cum.
"Mine," I gasp, panting, and I kiss you again, greedy, hungry to be loved back by the thing that I've taken.
I hold you tightly, my own eyes looking into yours with a sense of belonging and trust....it isn't just sex...it's love.
I lick the tears from your face before kissing you again.
"I'm yours," I whisper, "I'll always be yours...."
In the fascinating twist, I, the teen, comfort the adult and reassure you. But I'm just as amazed, realizing that I have someone...truly have someone...to stay with me and take me out of this hellhole.
"I swear, I'll always be there for you. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want, and I'll do it for you out of love.
I feel your cum impregnating me, and I now we'll have a child. "I'm going to give you a baby too, Mr. Pete....our child."
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