Filename: Hooker.txt
Title: Buying A Hooker, But Getting More
Author: Eliston Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com
Codes: MF Mg gF MgF
Keywords: Cons, Rom, Pett, Pedo, Oral, Piv, 1st, Inc
Summary: The first time I saw her she looked like a miniature hooker
with a red skirt so short I could see her tiny panties in front, a
blouse so sheer both of her quarter-sized areolas could be seen as if to
attract the wrong kind of attention, adult-styled pumps on her tiny feet
that were so high in back that they forced her petite toes to be pressed
forward at an uncomfortable angle, almost needle-like spikes under her
heels that must have been impossible to walk on, and her face adorned as
if she was a painted baby and had lost a battle with an amateur make-up
artist. What I brought home that night wasn't just my satisfaction.
Copyright: 2011, 2012, 2013
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The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities
between an adult man and an underage girl, and an underage girl and her
mother. If you are the least offended by physical contact of a sexual
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None of the events described herein ever took place nor were influenced
by the descriptions or deeds by any human being. Everything in this
fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was
touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation.
Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if
you find yourself aroused.
Eliston Gaulfre
Rewdius@gmail.com
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My primary goal that night was to score some sex for the first time in
almost six years. Yeah, I could have rented another adult film from a
sleazy 'XXX' shop on the highway just outside of town, or I might have
ordered some lame movie from the On-Demand cable system with overly
buxom plastic women whose acting skills were as fake as their assets,
but I needed something more. I craved the sumptuous silken warmth of a
woman's naked flesh against mine, the weight of her body on top of me as
I tugged her into the right position, to hear her whimper and moan as I
touched, masturbated, and then had sex with her ... even if her crude
vocalizations were little more than Hollywood fiction, to sense the
carnal grip of her body as she serviced me with her lips or lie back and
thrust her hips into mine, and take in the musky aroma of our orgasmic
juices at the culmination of our rapture.
Having sex was something more to me than ten or thirty minutes of
rhythmic undulations from my own right hand. It was the special and
mysterious union of two horny bodies that afforded at least one of them
with an almost spiritual sense of nirvana, even if only briefly.
Everyone knew where to go in the city to pickup a 'date', and there were
supposed to be more than a dozen young college girls or desperate
divorced older women who needed to pay the light bill for me to choose
from. But it was the lone figure huddled against the wall of a
boarded-up business halfway down the block between two busy street
corners that drew my attention.
The other working girls hid none of their desire to score a 'John' under
the disgusting orange hue of the overhead sodium street lights, but I
wanted something more than just five or ten minutes of unsatisfying oral
sex from a woman who'd had more cocks in her hands than most urologists,
or more semen spilled across her tongue than could be created by a high
school football team after winning the state championship.
She looked far too short to be propped up against a wall with her arms
dangling down alongside her upper body as if to remain at attention, her
feet positioned in a way that told me she wasn't used to walking around
on stilts, and an expression on her face that was either because she was
a lifeless shell after having been used and abused by all manner of men,
or illustrated a kind of empty sadness that must have formed her painful
life. I couldn't make out a lot of detail, but there was just enough
light coming from the cars driving by for me to see brief flashes of how
anxious the young woman was to get some business.
Her red skirt was so short I could see a small hint of her tiny panties
between her short full thighs in front, her blouse was so sheer I could
see the developing cone shape of her petite breasts and both of her
quarter-sized areolas as if to attract the wrong kind of attention. The
adult-styled pumps on her tiny feet were so high in back that they
forced her petite toes to be pressed forward at an uncomfortable angle,
and the almost needle-like spikes under her heels must have been
impossible to walk on. But it was a brief view of her face as a car
drove by that I saw her adorned as if she was a painted baby and had
lost a battle with an amateur make-up artist at the local junior high or
high school cosmetology class.
It was only after my car stopped moving along the curb in front of her
that I saw another figure about five feet away. That person was older,
also female, dressed in jeans, a sweater, and wearing running shoes.
Rather than my primary interest approaching my passenger door it was
most likely her pimp who wanted to make the deal. The fact that it was
a woman about to proposition me wasn't shocking, but it was different.
The doors of my car should have been locked, but I was counting on
letting a pretty and cheap hooker access to my nice ride if the view
seemed nice enough. Before I could reconsider who I wanted to let
inside and drive away the handle was gripped, the door swung open, and
the second woman took up a spot next to me.
"You wanna party?"
"Maybe, but I have no desire to be thrown in jail tonight. You a cop?"
"No."
"You wearing a 'wire'?
"A wuhh ... OH! A microphone? No."
"Can you prove that?"
"I don't know. What do you want me to do?"
"Throw your purse out the window to the other girl first."
The woman looked around the car, saw nobody other than the smaller
person who was just far enough out of view and unlit by the street
lights or my car cabin lights, tossed her purse at the other woman's
feet, and then turned back.
"Okay ... now what?"
"You can either let me see or feel if you've got a microphone under your
top."
"I don't *THINK* so!!!"
"Get out of my car!"
She hesitated, looked around again, stared into my eyes for a few
seconds, and then whispered.
"Are you gonna grope me, or are you gonna just check to see if I'm
wired?"
"Just check."
She looked around again, saw nobody other than the half dozen working
girls at opposite ends of the block, looked back at me, and then lifted
the front of her blouse until she was uncovered from her hips to her
neck. The fact that she kept the fabric of her top bundled up under her
chin made me think she might have had a mike along her neckline inside
her grasp, so I looked around like she did and after I was sure nobody
was too close I leaned across the seat, reached to her with my right
hand, and shifted my fingers up under her top. For ten or fifteen
seconds I manipulated the fabric of her blouse around her neck to make
certain there weren't any electronic devices hidden inside, but she
never dropped her top or tried to cover her bra-covered breasts. Once I
deemed her neck free of audio recording equipment stitched along the top
hem of her blouse I spoke only loud enough for her to hear.
"Lean this way. I need to check the inside of your bra. You can either
undo it and let me see inside both cups, or I'll slip my index and
middle fingers down inside and go back and forth no more than half a
dozen times to confirm something isn't stitched or sewn inside."
Rather than look offended she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth
and then leaned closer. My fingers dipped down along the inside of her
bra over her left breast and just as I'd said I worked my digits along
the inside of her undergarment. But it was the sensation of her erect
nipple that made me want to consider stopping, because after the second
rub her left tit felt like the business end of an armor-piercing
torpedo. I probably could have played longer and squeezed her erect and
firm nubbin more than twice between the tips of my fingers, but just as
I said I would I shifted my digits back and forth along the inside of
her bra to see if I could feel anything but her hot silken titty.
Her whimper when I removed my fingers from the inside of her bra hinted
at a need that she had and might have encouraged me to do more to
satisfy my original requirements, but she wasn't quite as pretty as the
one outside my car, and her clothes added little to the excitement of a
young woman with sex on her mind.
Her right bra-cup was explored next, but instead of being quick about it
and only feeling along the inside of her undergarment I intentionally
flicked her erect nipple as my fingers shifted side to side. With each
pass I saw and felt the woman lean harder into my hand as if she was in
just as much need as I was. That was my hint to stop moving my fingers,
grip the firm projection between the first segment of my index and
middle digits, and then squeeze. She whimpered, pushed into my touch,
and seemed torn between lying across the seat to give me a blow-job or
leaning back so I could fuck her.
A vehicle driving by bathed the area around us with the uncomfortable
glare of discovery, so I removed my fingers, felt her push into my touch
as my digits were being lifted away, and then I leaned back across the
seat toward me and the driver door. What seemed strange was for her to
keep her top lifted and look back at me as if she wanted to ask me to
finish molesting her.
What I asked next might have been pushing my luck, but I was already
there, was either going to get an hour's worth of sex, or be thrown into
jail by some hidden law enforcement officers.
"Anything in your jeans?"
She actually moaned.
"Mmmmmmmmm!!!"
There was something about the woman that hinted at her life as a whore
in days past, and the scent of arousal and strong need filled my car. I
had nothing to lose, so I spoke to her while looking right into the
narrow slits of her eyes as she sat there with her top still pulled up.
"Undo your jeans, pull them and your panties down, and spread your
legs."
What she said next proved she was a tainted angel.
"Yes, Daddy."
Even with cars driving by and the chance that we'd get caught she kept
looking into my eyes while she undid her jeans and then pushed them and
her panties down to her knees and then around her ankles. Instead of
just letting me see her for a few seconds it was obvious she wanted and
needed for me to touch and even take more. With the smaller woman still
positioned along the building and standing as if a military recruit
during roll call the slightly older 'lady' scoot further forward in the
passenger seat, cocked her knees out, and while leaning back pushed her
shaved pussy toward me. But it was what she said next that eliminated
any illusion of innocence or my desire to be assured of safety.
"Check me!"
My right hand shifted across the seat, over her left thigh, and then up
her leg until I felt the blistering heat of her bare and bald vulva. It
didn't take long before she pushed up into my hand and for me to slip my
middle finger down her natural alignment guide until I split her labia
and pushed against her clitoris with just enough force to make her
groan.
"Unnngg!"
Something inside my head needed to come out, and she didn't look as if
she'd deny me any information.
"When was the last time you turned a trick?"
Her voice came back almost an octave higher than when she first spoke,
and she must have been in desperate need of having a new 'daddy',
because her tone was one of submissiveness and obedience.
"I've been a good girl, Daddy, honest! I haven't had a John in over ten
years, and I did like you told me when I got pregnant with our little
girl. Please believe me, Daddy, but I've really tried hard."
The squishes, snaps, pops, and slurps my right middle finger was making
while I explored her clitoris and fingered her vagina seemed to draw
both of us into a mood that had little to do with checking for my
ability to leave the scene without wearing handcuffs and more to do with
drawing the woman back into a life of sex and money.
It might not have been what I was originally after, but the mood was
right, the woman anxious and in need, and half naked on the front seat
of my car, so I decided to play a little game with her.
"By the way your pussy is squeezing my finger and your hips are pushing
into my hand I get the impression that you're still just as horny as you
were the last time a man paid for this tight thing."
As the last three words fell onto her ears I pushed my middle finger as
far into her vagina as it could go, twisted my hand around so my other
digits were cupping her vulva, and then swept the face of my longest
digit around inside her body until I found her G-spot. All I needed to
do was watch her flinch, hear her groan, and feel her thighs twitch to
know I'd struck gold.
"Duh ... Daddy! Gimme!"
"What, Baby? Tell Daddy what you want."
"Cum, Daddy! Please gimme a cum!"
It might have been uncomfortable for me to twist my thumb around so I
could roll her clitoris around while fingering her vagina and strumming
her G-spot, but her back arched, hips pushed up, and there was an
obvious need in her body to feel something that might have been
overlooked for quite a few years.
She shifted up and down in a snake-like rhythmic undulation as my finger
stroked over her plump pad of nerves and blood vessels, and my thumb
rolled her clit around as if to control her body's movement like a tiny
joy stick. Once she was in sensory overload it was time to start making
deals.
"What are you offering? I noticed you came to my car instead of the
other woman."
"Nnnnn ... not yet, please?"
"You want me to quit?"
"NO!!!"
"Then ... you can enjoy a nice long cum if you're willing to work the
deal at the same time."
She didn't even have to think about it.
"Okay, okay! Just don't stop!"
"I'm gonna ask again ... what are you offering?"
"My daughter."
"And?"
"She's ... her hymen is gone, but she's still a virgin."
"Sounds a little hypocritical to me."
"No, no, no! She isn't some tramp or slut. My Baby is a good girl, and
I've tried to keep her from the kind of life that I've suffered with."
"Tried?"
For almost a minute I masturbated and fingered my half-naked guest on
the passenger seat of my car while looking at the younger woman still
standing upright and motionless. The term 'woman' was most likely very
generous based on the perceived age of the young mother, but I wasn't
about to refuse something as delicious as a teen girl who was the
product of her mother's association with some nameless 'John'.
In a low and pained voice as if she was confessing her sins to a local
priest the woman truly did her best to speak while I was stroking her
tight vagina and rolling her clitoris around.
"I have to work two jobs just so I have enough money to pay for a roach
motel room and buy a little food for both of us. Ever since the economy
has gotten tighter my money doesn't buy as much as it used to, and since
I promised ... since I stopped turning tricks I've had to rely on the
kind of work that doesn't pay as good."
It was cruel for me to keep up my constant strumming of her G-spot and
the gentle rolling movements of my thumb over her pleasure bump, but by
the way she was pushing up into my hand I knew I wasn't taking advantage
of her ... at least too much.
"So what made you decide to offer your good little girl to the first man
who drove by?"
She remained quiet for quite a while, not only because she must have
been in emotional turmoil from having to sell her own daughter, but also
because her body was stuttering and rhythmically undulating to a cascade
of regular jerks and thrusts. I might have been on that street to score
a fuck, but I wasn't averse to helping a woman out at a crucial moment.
For almost five minutes I kept looking around outside my car and anxious
about being discovered while I masturbated the woman, and the only
things I saw were a few cars as they drove past, the bright sting of
light as it washed the area in a wave of noiseless austerity, and the
only thing I heard were a few muffled grunts and moans from my nameless
guest while she enjoyed her continuous and most likely unexpected cum.
What I hadn't anticipated was for my nameless former whore to enjoy her
orgasm so much that she fainted on my passenger seat. I now had a few
choices, and one of them was for me to do something worthwhile for a
young mother who was offering her daughter for the first time because of
the way the economy had turned.
Her pussy was wiped clean and then dry, her panties and jeans pulled up,
her blouse down, and then with an inward-wiggling index finger I called
the younger version of the former whore to my car door.
To see her walk in such uncomfortable "Come Fuck Me" pumps made my own
feet and ankles hurt. By the time she was close enough for me to see
her face I was almost horrified. She couldn't have been more than nine
or ten ... and most likely the result of the former union the woman had
talked about.
"Yes, Sir?"
Her voice was that of an angel ... misplaced, most likely, but angelic
nonetheless.
"I gave your Mommy a really good feeling, and she's fallen asleep, so I
guess you should climb in so nobody tries to take advantage of you."
"You ... you want me to get in with you?"
"Uh huh ... but I'm not going to do what you think I am."
"You're not?"
"No. Go get her purse, and then get in next to your Mommy so you can
keep her company and give me a chance to see that she'll be okay soon."
"Is she really sleeping? She looks like that when she has a nice cum."
Street-wise kid.
"Okay ... she fainted after I gave her a nice orgasm."
For the child to smile took me off guard, but I felt better about what
I'd done, and about what I could do if I was really lucky.
"Come on, Angel. Get it."
Her former reluctance was replaced by energetic enthusiasm after she
took each of her uncomfortable shoes off, spun in place to collect her
mom's purse, and then stepped into my car. For her to help shift her
mother closer to me proved the child wasn't quite the innocent little
girl I first anticipated.
"When was the last time you and your Mommy had a nice meal?"
"A nice meal?"
"Yeah ... you know ... something more than a hamburger and fries."
"I don't know. My Mommy doesn't make a lot of money, so we don't get to
eat really nice stuff."
"Put your seatbelt on and help me get your Mom buckled in as well."
Two minutes later I was about to drive off, but I stopped, looked at the
little girl, and whispered a qualifying question.
"Did your Mom park her car nearby?"
"She don't got one. We had to ride the bus and then walk here."
"In *those* shoes?"
"No, Silly! I changed."
"What part of town do you call home? Where do you live?"
"We live close to Parker Avenue ... but my Mommy told me not to tell
strangers where we live, 'cuz ... they might come hurt us."
"Okay ... fair enough. Then ... how about your change of clothes?"
"Change of ... "
"Your clothes ... so when I walk into a restaurant with you two it
doesn't look like I'm trying to sell either you or your Mom."
"OH!"
"You said you changed, so I figured your other clothes were either close
by where you stashed them, or in a bag somewhere."
"Well ... I have a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals in my Mommy's
purse."
"Take that whore-dress off, wipe your face, and put your shorts and
t-shirt on. I don't want any cops anxious to bust my ass if all I'm
doing is buying you two a meal."
"You're ... you're gonna buy me ... I mean, us some food?"
"No, Sweetie, not food ... a meal. Now ... change before we get any
closer to the streetlight coming up."
Less than a second later the child was doing her best to strip herself
naked with her seatbelt still fastened.
"Undo the seatbelt, Silly."
"Oh! Tee-hee. Sorry ... but I'm so hungry I didn't think about that."
About the only smart thing I did for the next minute was to pull to the
curb and try as hard as possible to see every tender feature of the
little girl's body. Her breasts were starting to develop, and I could
make out two very prominent points across the front of her chest when
she leaned forward far enough to slip her shorts on. It was only after
her lower garment was half-way to her hips that I realized she wasn't
wearing any panties, and my view of her bald charms was all too quick.
A minute later her top was on, she was wiping her face with a baby-wipe
from the plastic tub along the front edge of the seat near my calves,
and she looked a lot less like a whore and a lot more like a baby.
Rather than discuss the finer points of who might have won the latest
restaurant critic award I drove to the best version of an all-night
breakfast place that I'd been to more than a dozen times that year.
It was only when my car stopped moving that my adult female passenger
returned to the waking world.
"Whah ... where ... are we?"
"Breakfast. Your daughter told me she was hungry, and you two haven't
had that many regular meals, so ... "
The woman instantly snapped her head to the right, saw her daughter
dressed in regular 'street-clothes' and smiling, and then turned to her
left to look into my eyes.
"Did ... did you ... ?"
"No, and you can ask her if you want to. I'm pretty sure you'd believe
her before you'd believe me."
The woman turned back to her child, the little girl grinned, and then
whispered in such an endearing manner I was sure violins were about to
be heard from the next car over.
"He didn't do nothing to me, Mommy, really! After you got your cum and
fainted he asked me to get in his car with you. He then said he'd take
us to get something to eat after I changed."
The woman looked down, saw a different set of clothes on her former
child-slut, and then turned back to me. The tone of her voice when she
spoke illustrated a sense of desperation I hadn't anticipated.
"Why are you being so nice to us? Nobody is *ever* nice to us."
"Well ... you've never met me before."
"Then ... why did you go to 'Whore Avenue' tonight? It's obvious you
wanted to score a quick cheap trick."
"Yeah, I did ... but I hadn't anticipated my conscience getting in the
way after you fainted. Now look ... before you start applying logic or
good reason to this situation, why don't you just accept that I'm gonna
buy you two a nice meal, we can talk for a little bit, and then after
that we'll see what happens, okay?"
"Are you ... "
"What?"
"Are you gonna make us do stuff because we're gonna owe you?"
"No. The meal really is on me, but if you're willing to ... "
She turned to face the windshield, tears poured down her face like a
summer thunderstorm, her chest bucked and stuttered as if she was being
jabbed with an electric wire, and I didn't understand what was going on
until I heard her start to whimper as she cried.
"Please don't make me start turning tricks again ... please? I don't
wanna fall back into that hole and never be able to climb back out."
"Then ... why were you willing to 'trick-out' your little girl?"
"I was ... hoping some guy would be willing to just feel her up, finger
her a little bit, get a blow-job from me, and then pay for his trick."
"No intercourse? You honestly thought someone ballsy enough to rent a
street-walker would worry about your sensibilities when you offered him
an underage trick ... and wouldn't force your little girl into sex?"
"I ... I wasn't sure, but I was hoping maybe ... if I found the right
guy ... he'd ... be nice and gentle with my Baby."
"You really didn't wanna sell her, did you?"
"Of *course* not!"
"But you're desperate enough to consider trying it, even if the local
pedophiles wanted to cop a feel and play with her ... hairless body?"
" yeah "
"How willing are you to try working yourself out of this situation?"
Her face turned to me in such an uncomfortable manner she looked like
she was in pain.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean ... if I made you an offer ... that didn't involve your
daughter picking up your old bad habits, nor you having to turn tricks
any more, would you consider it?"
"I ... I don't know. I guess so, but I'd have to know that my Baby
wouldn't be taken advantage of or hurt."
"Come on! Let's go eat something first, and then we can talk later."
"I, uhhh ... "
"What?"
"I don't even know your name."
"Well, you didn't exactly introduce yourself or hand me your resume,
either."
Before she could do or say anything I twisted in my seat, pushed my
right hand toward her titties, and smiled as I spoke.
"Randy."
She flashed a smile at me, looked down to her feet, seemed embarrassed
about something, looked back up, and then shook my hand.
"Melissa ... and my Baby ... this is Jessica."
"Hi, Melissa ... Jessica. Now that we're formally introduced let's go
eat. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry for something really hot,
sweet, sticky, and tasty."
"Tee-Hee!"
For Jessica to giggle made me stop and lean forward so I could stare at
her and determine what was so funny.
"You wanna share what was so comical, young lady?"
She looked down at her feet just as her mother had, but Jessica then
looked right into my eyes with no fear on her face as she spoke.
"If my Mommy hadn't picked you the next guy would have wanted something
else that was hot and tasty ... and you can't buy that in a
restaurant."
"Ha-ha ... good point. Okay, let me reword my statement. I'm eager to
stick my tongue into something sweet and sticky that I haven't had in a
VERY long time."
"Tee-Hee-Hee! He's funny, Mommy ... and I like him."
A minute later the three of us were walking through the front door,
Melissa holding my left arm near my elbow, and Jessica holding my right
hand much tighter than I suspected was a good idea.
My two wounded, and hungry, doves looked very guilty sitting with me in
a 'U'-shaped bench meant for a small family. For both of them to try to
disappear into the comfortable cushions when four cops walked into the
place made it seem as if they'd robbed a bank somewhere in the country.
"Hey! Just take it easy! All we're doing is sitting in a restaurant
and eager for a nice breakfast. You two aren't wanted by the law, or
have your faces plastered all over a bunch of 'wanted' posters, are
you?"
"NO!"
Melissa's immediate and unexpected reaction caused one of the cops to
turn just enough to make *me* feel guilty, but thankfully his interest
was on food rather than a pervert who wanted to get into a young
mother's panties and between her daughter's bare thighs.
Our orders were taken, my new friends kept looking around as if they
might recognize someone, and I tried to caress as much of their body as
I could in the limited space provided.
When we saw the waitress bring our plates from the kitchen I actually
heard the girl's tummies grumble. They even had expressions on their
face that made it seem as if they hadn't eaten in days.
It was only after the lady server set our stuff down and turned that my
two hungry guests nearly broke their utensils trying to eat as fast as
they could.
"HEY! HEY! HEY! Slow down, already! I can buy more if I need to."
It was only then that Melissa turned to face me, caressed my cheek with
her free hand, and smiled as she whispered.
"I had a dream a few days ago that my handsome prihh ... someone really
special was gonna rescue ... help us."
"Well, I don't own any white horses, or suits of armor, but I have been
known to rescue a damsel in distress once or twice in my life."
After munching on the contents of her fork, and then gulping down half
of her glass of milk, Jessica smiled at me with a white liquid mustache
and whispered loud enough for the people in the next row to hear.
"I'm glad I have a daddy like you."
My face felt as if it was on fire, and I sensed a bright crimson glow to
my cheeks that was sure to get far too much attention from anyone in the
area, especially a few representatives of the local law enforcement
department.
"Just take your time, girls. If you truly are that hungry I'll get you
something else when you're done."
Melissa looked around twice, then into my eyes, and then I felt her hand
slip over my left thigh. A moment later it was my cock being stirred
into a blistering heat rather than my cheeks.
"Thank you, Randy. Maybe I can do something for you later ... as long
as you don't talk me into doing it for money anymore."
"What? Sex?"
"No, hooking."
"I'm not about to take on any new professions ... like becoming a pimp,
so I don't think you need to worry about me selling either of you."
Melissa leaned closer to me, tilted her head back, and placed a gentle
but intense kiss on my mouth. The maple syrup from her pancakes tasted
good, but her tongue wiggling between my lips tasted better.
An hour later we were back in my car, driving to a part of town I never
liked, and the young mother was practically hugging me sideways while
she was belted in properly.
"It's been so long since anyone did something nice for me ... for us
that I'm feeling really confused, Randy."
"Don't be. I'm not about to risk jail time if you're not interested in
the same sort of conclusion to this meeting as I am."
"What ... sort of conclusion?"
"Well ... I've got two rooms in my house that are filled with useless
junk, and if you're both willing to help out, then I'm gonna offer you a
place to stay so you won't have to spend so much money just trying to
get by."
Melissa snuggled into me, placed a kiss along the side of my neck, and
then whispered as she squeezed my right upper arm.
"Are you gonna turn us into slaves, or are we just gonna be really good
friends who ... "
"Who what, Melissa?"
" ... who enjoy sex?"
"I like the sound of that."
"What, the sex part?"
"No, the friends part. I don't have that many friends, and having you
two *be* my friends sounds kinda nice."
She slipped her right hand between my thighs and gripped my cock once,
squeezed my upper arm again with her left, and spoke as if she didn't
want her daughter to hear her.
"As long as you don't mind if *this* friend wants something more than
just a handshake every night before she climbs into bed."
I couldn't suppress a broad smile as I turned into their apartment
complex. I half-expected someone to run up to me with guns blazing so
they could steal what little I showed up with.
"I suppose I could offer something more than a handshake ... or kiss a
cute angel once before she takes all her clothes off for bed."
"Tee-hee-hee ... who says I'm gonna be wearing any clothes?"
"I was talking about your daughter, Melissa."
Her head snapped up, she nearly burned holes in the side of my head, and
I was ready for her to punch me in the ribs, but she saw my smile, wink,
and then noticed me nudging her in the side.
"You perv! And I thought you'd be satisfied with just *me* rocking your
world all night long."
"Well ... after you faint this next time I'm not about to try to wake
you back up so I can have *my* fun."
"Tee-hee-hee."
She got the joke even before I winked at her, because Melissa giggled,
pulled herself tight to my right side, and seemed to disappear into a
private world of fantasy with a pretend prince without a horse.
"Got get all your stuff and I'll wait out here. I just hope you don't
bring out the couch, the fridge, and two king-size beds."
Ten minutes later all they came out with were two large suitcases. It
was obvious they didn't own as much stuff as I did.
Thirty minutes after that I turned into my subdivision, then down my
street, and when the girls saw the oversize yard beyond the chain-link
fence they must have believed I was a millionaire.
"Wow! It's so big!"
"Ha, ha, ha ... yeah. That's what all the women tell me."
"Tee-hee-hee."
"Don't get your hopes up, Melissa. My yard is big, and my house is paid
for, but it isn't some mansion."
With the light from at least two security lights along the front of my
house illuminating my property both of them could see the neatly-trimmed
front yard, my prized rose bushes just outside my house, and what looked
like a comfortable glow to the inside through a curtained window. What
Jessica said made me feel good, and then guilty.
"It's beautiful! I've always wanted to live in such a nice house."
Their suitcases were brought inside, they were given a quick tour of the
place, and then shown the two bedrooms I'd been using to store things
and as an office. The fact that both rooms had beds might have seemed
like I'd been planning to bring the girls home with me, but what they
didn't know about my extended family, and late wife and son, weren't
important at that moment.
For a minute all they could do was peek beyond the few open doors within
my house, act like they were afraid to be seen inside, and appeared as
if I might scold them for the slightest infraction. It was time for me
to break the ice, their fears, and get comfortable.
"Okay, girls. Rule number one ... I don't like to wear street-clothes
when I'm at home. If you're easily offended by an older guy walking
around in his gym shorts or underwear you better say something now."
Neither of them uttered a sound, so I continued.
"Rule number two ... I live a fairly quiet lifestyle, so don't expect
any wild parties and drunken orgies. I may wanna enjoy a woman's
company, but I'm not some idiot who acts like a mindless prick when I've
got a hard-on."
They didn't say anything. So far, so good.
"Rule number three ... if you're gonna live here you're gonna pull your
own weight. I'm not running a homeless shelter or some salvation club.
I expect you to help with the dirty dishes, cooking, cleaning, doing the
chores around the house, washing clothes, and boring stuff like that. I
promise I won't treat you like slaves, but I *do* expect you to act like
contributing members of my household."
When Melissa smiled I got the distinct impression she liked the idea of
being a 'domestic goddess' within my domain.
"Rule number four ... I'm not going to expect either of you to service
me like ... whores. If you want some cuddles, or affection, or just
plain old sex, then I'd love to feel a gentle tug on my hand to hint
that someone needs a hug or is just plain-old horny. But, if you're not
in the mood, and you'd prefer to keep me from looking at you like some
asshole with a prick made of solid steel, then don't wear skimpy clothes
or tease me. The quickest way out of my house through the front door,
and back to where you came, is to lead me on and then cut me off."
For Melissa to lick her lips was a good sign.
For Jessica to look down toward my cock made it that much harder.
"Rule number five ... NO LIES! Either you tell me the truth and stay
honest with me, or get the Hell out now. I have *no* desire to have to
guess my way through a mountain of lies everyday."
For both of them to nod took me by surprise.
"You both okay with these simple rules?"
Jessica sidled up to my side, offered a nice sideways hug, and whispered
into my ribs as if she didn't want her mother to hear her.
"Can I pretend you're my daddy, Randy?"
Melissa must not have expected it, or she expected it even less than I
did, because I heard a little gasp and I saw her flinch, but I wasn't
about to turn down an opportunity to have a preteen daughter who needed
lots of affection.
"Of *course* you can, Angel! Just ... don't tempt your 'Daddy' by
walking around naked unless you don't mind being looked at."
She then said something that made *me* flinch.
"Daddy?"
When I saw Melissa jump I knew my heart beating a hundred miles an hour
wasn't that unusual.
"What, Kitten?"
"I ... I need ... "
"Come on, Kitten. In my house you have to tell the truth, and you're
allowed to say whatever is on your mind ... as long as you're polite
about it. I don't mind a few curse words when the time is right, but I
don't like the idea of my girls swearing like sailors."
"I can ... say whatever I want ... as long as it isn't rude?"
"Sure you can, Jessica. Like I said before, just be honest with me."
She hesitated, gripped me a little tighter, and then stood on her toes
as she whispered into my face.
"Mommy didn't tell you everything ... Daddy."
"Then, I think you need to take care of that, Kitten."
She looked at me for a moment, then around my body toward her mother,
back to me, and finally to the floor as she whispered.
"Will you get mad at me, Daddy?"
"Not if you tell me the truth."
She waited for a few moments, Melissa's forehead was pouring with sweat,
and I noticed a definite tremble in her lips. Whatever secret the young
girl was about to share must have truly scared the young mother.
Jessica tugged on my upper arms so I could bend down, she tucked her
mouth tight against my left ear, and then tried to whisper into it while
sending bursts of electricity up and down my spine ... right to my
cock.
"She caught one of the adult guys in our apartment complex giving me
lots of licks after school."
I wrapped my left arm around her back, used my right hand to hold her in
place, and then whispered back without letting her move her mouth.
"Did you want him to, or was he doing it without your permission?"
When I felt her whole body tremble I knew how she was going to answer,
but the thought of a preteen asking a man to have oral sex with her was
something I needed to hear for myself ... from that preteen.
"I was scared at first, but my tingle-bump has been tingling ever since
I was four, and I just couldn't rub it enough to give me the good
feelings like the girls in school said they got, so I ... ummmm "
"What, Kitten? Come on! You're supposed to be honest with your Daddy,
aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
I liked the way she was so quick to answer in a respectful manner. If
anything my two new visitors, and hopefully permanent residents, were
just about the most polite little whores I'd ever met.
It took no more than a few words to coax more out of her.
"Then, you need to tell Daddy everything."
She gathered her courage, took a deep breath, let out a low sign, and
then began to spill the beans.
"When I saw Mr. Carlson looking at me through the window I got a new
kind of tingle feeling, and I knew he wanted to see me, and maybe even
touch me, and ... if I was lucky he might give me the tingle the girls
keep talking about."
"Did he ... give you the tingle you wanted?"
"Not at first. At first he just wanted to fuhh ... to have sex with me
cuz he thought I was a whore like my ... "
Melissa flinched again, but this time she cupped her hands over her
mouth to keep from bawling in shame. The only way to help both of them
through a difficult, and unexpected, time was to remain calm.
"It's okay, Kitten. I understand. Finish what you were saying."
"Well, after he asked me to come into his apartment one time and told me
how pretty I was I got an even better tingle inside my tummy and between
my legs, and pretty soon he was taking my clothes off and hurting me a
little bit."
I turned my head just enough to see her bottom lip quiver. It's obvious
she didn't like the idea of being man-handled.
"I got so scared I pushed him away and told him to stop. When I put my
clothes on and was gonna run away he begged me not to tell nobody, cuz
he's a registered sex offender, and they'd put him in jail for the rest
of his life if the cops found out."
"What did you do after that?"
"After he promised me he wouldn't try to fuhh ... have sex with me, and
he said he'd be happy if he could lick me, I let him undress me, and he
gave me the best tingle I ever had before in my life."
"Did your Mommy come over and catch you when he did that?"
"No. She didn't catch me until the end of summer when we were in my
bedroom, and he was giving me lots of licks for a super long time."
"How long had he been giving you licks?"
"I dunno ... all school year, I guess."
"What did she do when she caught you two together?"
"Well ... at first she was all like super mad and shh ... stuff, and
after Mr. Carlson begged her not to call the cops and gave her a bunch
of money, me and Mommy had a long talk."
"What did you talk about?"
"She ... she asked me if I wanted to have other men give me lots of
licks ... and ... and get money for it."
"Did you want to let men give you lots of licks and get paid to let them
do it as much as they wanted to?"
Jessica bowed her head, trembled once, and nodded as if in shame.
"How many times did you go out like you and your Mommy did tonight?"
"Tonight was the first time, Daddy ... honest!"
"It's okay, Kitten. I told you I wouldn't be mad as long as you were
honest with me, and ... I guess I can't be mad."
"You're not? Really?"
"Well ... maybe not mad, but I am just a little disappointed."
Saying I was disappointed actually made Jessica appear genuinely ashamed
of what she'd done, especially because she was about to step into the
same profession her mother had a decade before. I then amended my
statement.
"I'm disappointed I wasn't the first guy to help give you lots of the
best tingles in the whole world."
Even though I was looking into Jessica's face I could tell Melissa's
head snapped up just as quickly as her daughter's did.
"You ... you wanted to be the first guy to give me tingles?"
"Uh huh. It's always been a deep dark fantasy of mine to give a little
angel like you lots of tingles that would make her feel all jumpy and
like her body was gonna explode."
That's when Melissa stepped closer, reached around my body opposite her
daughter, and whispered into my right ear.
"Daddy ... will you promise not to do anything other than give her lots
of good tingles with ... your fingers and tongue?"
My head was turned toward Melissa a little bit, and I whispered back.
"As long as my lovely Mistress is willing to take care of my 'other'
needs, then I promise to keep my cock from venturing between my little
girl's thighs."
Melissa must have still been horny, because she practically breathed her
next request right into my brain.
"Can I give you a blow-job, Daddy?"
"Mmmmm ... that sounds like a wonderful idea ... as long as my Kitten
can sit on my face and give me a few dozen cums of her own. After she
passes out or begs me to stop ... then I'll make you pass out again,
this time with my tongue rather than my fingers and thumb."
Her guttural moan hid none of her enthusiasm.
"I'm so fucking horny right now just thinking about that delicious cum
you gave me in your car ... I'm probably gonna be passing out a lot."
Ten minutes later the three of us were naked, on my bed, and Melissa was
doing her best to keep me rock-hard so I wouldn't cum too soon. Perhaps
it was the way her daughter was mewling and whimpering over my face and
painting my mouth and chin with her clear, viscous, and very aromatic
orgasmic emissions, or the way I was working at least one finger and
thumb between the young mother's thighs so I could make her squirm, but
whatever the reason both of them stayed connected to me until Jessica
squealed and fell limp over my face. That's when Melissa's true nature
came out.
"SHIT! Please give me a cum like that now, Daddy? Please? You can
fuck my little girl if you need to, but I've gotta have another one like
my Baby just did."
It was obvious Melissa could be ruled by her pussy, which is why she
probably took to slutting herself so quickly and easily. No matter.
Now in my hands I could keep her satisfied ... or at least tired.
It had been one of my most perverse fantasies to lick a preteen
bald-cunny little angel for over an hour, and then finger one long
enough to keep her from waking up while her mother was writhing over my
face like a snake. When I felt a small hand slip over my hips and grip
my cock, with her mom sitting on my face where the little girl had been,
and the mother's saliva still covering my dick, I knew Jessica wanted
something more than just licks from a pedophile.
When Melissa practically screamed and fell face-forward onto the pillows
I knew she'd had enough ... for a little while.
Since I didn't like to sleep on sticky sheets her pussy was cleaned and
dried, the young mother was turned in bed so she could sleep off her
most recent cum, and then I watched a preteen horny minx tug my cock
right into her mouth. Any notion of protecting her was gone even before
I could envision it, and I knew I'd do just about anything she asked.
I had to slow her down twice before I realized two could play that game,
and with her lying over my body, and her thighs split by my face, we
shared a long, slow, and determined '69' until I felt an adult hand
caress my left arm. I was sure I might be in trouble, until I felt
Melissa whisper into my left ear again.
"You mind if I go take a shower, Daddy?"
"Mmm mmmm!"
"Okay. Just be gentle, make sure our little girl is having a good time,
and I'll be back in bed in a little while."
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
The instant Jessica heard the water come on she pulled back, lifted her
hips from my shoulders and pussy from my face, and spun around.
"Daddy?"
"What, Kitten?"
"Can ... can we ... "
"You need to ask Mommy first, Kitten. I promised I wouldn't do that,
and if I did I'd be a liar and hypocrite. If you can convince Mommy to
let us, then ... yes."
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"I know how to make Mommy say yes ... to anything."
"You do? How?"
"Wanna watch?"
"Sure!"
Jessica climbed up off my body, stepped off the bed, reached out with
her right hand, and urged me to follow her. A few seconds later we were
both inside the bathroom, and she was climbing into the shower with her
mother.
It might not have been necessary for me to tug the plastic shower
curtain back to tell what Jessica was up to, because Melissa had no
resistance to her daughter when the young girl knelt down between her
mother's feet, used her thumbs to tug the inside of the woman's thighs
apart, and then began to lick the woman's clitoris with the passion of a
young teen boy.
It didn't take long before Melissa was pleading with her daughter to
slow down and stop, and what I heard next proved Jessica knew her mother
a lot better than I expected.
"Stop, Baby! Please stop! I can't take any more! Go take care of
Daddy for an hour so I can finish taking a bath ... and I won't say
anything if you talk him into licking you all the time and making him
feel just as good with ... your mouth."
For the next few seconds Jessica literally tortured her mother, and the
woman did her best to remain standing with streams of hot water pouring
down over her small teen-sized titties and pink nipples. When the
girl's mother went quiet, bucked and stuttered, and then nearly ripped
two handfuls of hair out of her daughter's head I knew she'd had another
nice cum. It wasn't as good as the ones I'd given her, but I could tell
she still liked it ... a lot.
Jessica stopped, stood, wrapped her arms around her mother's naked body,
and proceeded to kiss the woman like I wanted to. A minute later the
woman had to push the girl's hand away from her pussy, and I saw a look
in the young mother's eyes that hinted at total surrender.
"Randy ... please take my daughter back to bed and ... make her faint
again. She's not gonna be satisfied until you make her cum like you did
the first time."
Jessica leaned toward her mother again and whispered just loud enough
for me to hear above the water.
"Mommy ... can I ... would you be mad if I wanted Daddy to be my
first?"
Melissa hesitated for a moment as if to think about the question, seemed
troubled about the potential outcome, but eventually spoke in a low tone
that hid none of her anxiety.
"Sure, Baby. I know Daddy is gonna be gentle, so ... just go slow the
first time. If you wanna wait until I'm there so you won't be scared,
then I'll feel better."
"Do you want me to wait ... so you can see if I'm okay, Mommy?"
"Would you be willing to, Sweetie? I'm scared you won't know what to
expect, or you'll ... would you wait for me, Baby?"
"Mommy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can Daddy get in the shower with us ... so me and him can do it right
now in front of you?"
"Why ... why do you wanna do it in the shower, Baby?"
"Cuz the girls at school said I was gonna bleed."
Melissa wrapped her little girl up in a snug embrace, cooed with her for
a moment, and then nodded while holding Jessica's head.
A minute later I was between them, fondling both, with Jessica in front
of me, Melissa behind, and the woman's hands directing my cock down so I
could tease her little girl's clitoris with my glans.
Somewhere after that Melissa held Jessica up for me, and I slipped the
end of my throbbing dick into a bald little girl's virgin pussy.
Jessica squeaked once, she whimpered for a minute, and Melissa kept
whispering soft words of support as her daughter became accustomed to
her first adult penis. Once the greatest pain had passed, and most of
the crimson evidence of her lost virginity went down the drain, it was
Jessica who took over.
I'd never fucked a virgin before, but I was really proud to do it just
once in my life, because after my virgin lover had gotten over the
initial discomfort she was a bigger slut than I could have imagined, or
dreamed of.
Between her incredibly snug vaginal dimensions, my total disbelief at my
most recent lifetime accomplishment, and the sound of a child enjoying
being fucked, I wasn't able to do anything more than act as a living
male fuck-doll for a little girl who seemed naturally built for it.
After Jessica had an unexpected vaginal orgasm both of my girls were far
too tired to continue, so after my turgid cock was pulled from its
vise-like natural prison and popped up toward my stomach I gave both of
them a long soapy bath. It seemed strange to be allowed to touch either
or both of them without so much as a word of permission or even a
whimper, and by the time their body and hair were dry I was tired enough
to sleep for a week.
For Jessica to insist she sleep on top of me, and with my cock deep
inside her preteen body, didn't seem to upset her mother one bit. I
know *I* didn't mind at all.
A month later nobody could have discerned anything unusual about our
routine, unless they were able to look beyond my closed doors and
curtained windows ... to see me sandwiched between two horny women who
didn't understand the concept of the words, "No more, please!"
I never did go back to 'Whore Avenue' to rent what I had at home any
time I wanted it. Of course ... I didn't anticipate being able to
find, and then bring home, a little girl who knew more about sexual
pleasure than most streetwalkers ... or her mother did.
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