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The Pussy Petting Palace - Chapter 3 of 4
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Have you ever been offered a gift that you couldn't accept and yet
wanted more than life itself? That's what happened to me late one
Friday night while I impersonated a rich thug in the slightly darkened
room of the Pussy Petting Palace, an exclusive club where men with
enough money could openly fondle little girls as young as four. With
dozens of men leaving for the evening, a terrified and naked eight year
old begged me frantically for me to take her away when I left so she
didn't have to die. What she offered me next was incredible.
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Continued from Chapter 2
Promise smiled, gingerly reached forward, tugged my knees apart and
pushed her body between my legs, squatting down on her shins. With the
confidence of a professional, she undid, then unzipped and finally
tugged my slacks down far enough so she had access to my manhood. All
she had to do was fish the throbbing menace out of my boxer shorts and
immediately had two handfuls of aching cock.
For the first few seconds, all she did was caress and stare at my dick
with a bewildered expression, her fingers and eyes exploring every
feature of my maleness and becoming familiar with its dimensions. Once
she was comfortable enough, she rose to her knees, leaned forward and
enveloped my cockhead with her lips.
I almost blew a load into her mouth right then.
Her lips and tongue were so incredibly deft and talented, that I ached
to take every single one of these lovely prizes with me out of the
country so I could do this for the rest of my life, hopefully for many
years to come.
With each slow lunge forward, she encircled more of my penis with her
mouth and sucked as she withdrew like a living vacuum cleaner. As
incredible as it seemed, she was able to force a significant portion of
my manhood deep inside her mouth, her natural gag-reflex telling me that
she wasn't accustomed to my size.
She seemed to be more intent on proving her value to me, each new push
onto me anxiously anticipated, to that fraction of an inch prior to
making her react negatively.
Soon, she was bobbing up and down onto me with increasing speed, the
long-lost tingle welling up in my balls and sending bursts of
electricity through my body. I was close and she knew it.
Moments before I lost any sense of awareness of my surroundings, I
delicately held both sides of her head in my hands and tried to slow her
down, but Promise had other ideas.
She needed to be important to me, my shooting gobs of spunk into her
mouth the only thing she could do in my sitting position before my food
arrived to guarantee her standing among her peers. When the moment
came, I couldn't hold back any longer and felt the surge of power
shooting up my spine and then radiate across my body like a tremendously
hot blanket.
"Promise! Promise! PROMISE! NNNNNNNNN, MMMMMMM, UUNNGGGGGGG . . . "
The moment I went silent, I felt the first batch of baby-makers shoot
forward and couldn't keep my eyes open. It was the best feeling I had
ever experienced in my life, and I was in the middle of a sensation that
I had longed to share with a woman for many years. Oddly enough, the
woman doing it was only eleven years old and more qualified than any
twenty or thirty something I could think of.
Each successive blast into her mouth was met by a rapid series of hard
swallows, her throat rhythmically sending natural waves of movement
along the end of my dick and encouraging me to offer her more.
I have no idea how many times I filled her tummy, but by the time I
could think, I was a total and complete wreck.
Promise slowly reduced the amount of suction on my cock and pulled back,
sucking and licking as she lifted her mouth up and away. By the time
she let my dick pop free, all I could see was a light sheen of saliva
covering my penis, everything else consumed lovingly.
Promise watched my dick bob back and forth with each of my heartbeats
and also twitch every few seconds with involuntary spasms from my
prostate, my penis more erect and much harder than I can ever remember.
The fact that it was gently pressed against my own belly was a complete
surprise, the erotic sensation of an eleven year old's mouth around it
enough to get it much harder than it had been in many years.
Promise might have been taught to give a man some latitude for a minute
after he blew his nut, but with my heart racing and my chest heaving
with deep impassioned lungfuls of air, she began to gently wank me in
long slow movements until she couldn't resist it any more.
Getting back up onto her knees, she again thrust her mouth over the end
of my dick and began to lick and then nibble on my cockhead, her small
bites enough to send shooting bolts of electricity through my body, but
not enough to break the skin or genuinely hurt.
After half a minute of that lovely torture, she returned her lips to my
dick and swallowed me whole in one long slow thrust. For the next
minute, she repeated what she had done the first time, that luscious
sensation of oral sex with a preteen pervading my body like a welcome
plague.
In the middle of my reverie, the fingers on my left hand teased Dove's
thighs apart and began to tickle between her labia until I found her
nubbin and vagina. She was so used to being used as a sex toy, that she
splayed her knees completely apart and pushed up into my hand, still
completely asleep.
My right hand couldn't resist any longer either, working carefully
under Promise until I had one of her perky titties in my hand, an erect
nipple lovingly flicked, rolled and then squeezed. It was like an
erotic dream, my left fingers diddline a naked four year old while she
slept soundly, and my right hand cupping and playing with an eleven year
old's developed cone-shaped titty while she sucked and bobbed back and
forth on my dick.
Promise could feel me beginning to get close again, her suck
intensifying and her movements getting faster until she felt my hips
lunge into her face when I shot another load into her.
Doing as she had been trained, Promise then let me come all the way back
down, mouthing and licking me over and over, tickling along the
underside of my dick, kissing and sucking one of my balls, then the
other, and then wiggling her tongue as far between my thighs as she had
room for. For the first time in my life, I felt a little girl tickle my
ass, and it felt great!
Once I was back on Earth, she sucked me clean and almost dry and then
held my dick in one hand as she leaned back and smiled.
"Did I do good, Mister Smith?"
All I could do was moan and nod. She giggled and cupped her mouth with
her free hand and seemed to like the way I appreciated her tremendous
efforts.
That's when I knew I was going to do it! No matter the cost to me or
the chance that I might be dead in a few hours, I was going to steal
this rich bastard's money and take all his girls.
Fire and Sunshine showed up a few moments later with some soapy wipes
and a few dry towels, their perception quite keen and level of
attentiveness beyond training and charms. Both of them lowered their
mouths onto my dick one at a time, sucked, licked and bobbed back and
forth a few more and then all three giggled to each other when I
groaned.
They then distributed the wet wipes and all three commenced to gently
wash and massage my cock, from the hypersensitive end to the rock-hard
base. They seemed to take great joy in tending to me, their movements
slow, methodical and incredibly gentle.
Once I was washed and then dried, all three of them gently squeezed my
dick a couple more times, then worked my cock back inside my boxer
shorts and then pulled my slacks back into position. After a minute had
gone by, there wasn't a single bit of evidence that I'd just done
something horribly immoral, but incredibly exciting and pleasurable with
three girls.
As soon as the trio of preteens rose to their feet, two smartly dressed
kitchen crew began to set up a tray for me, a large platter of food
presented that looked like it had come from a five star restaurant. I
didn't even have time to settle my nerves or thank Promise, Fire and
Sunshine for all their hard work before my focus was taken away.
Mary's eyes almost popped out of her head, not because of what she had
seen the other girls do, but because of the food being displayed before
me. Her mouth hung slightly open as she stared at the incredibly
bounty, and although it took a few seconds, once I could think again, I
smiled at her and sat up, my meal ready and waiting.
There was a thick, juicy steak, a twice-cooked baked potato with sour
cream and a light dusting of scallions, butter, salt and pepper, a side
of baby corn, asparagus and peas, two cloud-soft rolls to the left and a
tall goblet of champagne and glass of water to the right.
The moment I began to cut into the steak, I knew I was never going to
see the sun rise again, the perfectly cooked chunk of meat so tender,
the knife went through it like butter.
The first bite I took sent a wave of tingles through my mouth similar to
the ones I'd felt erupting from my balls and travelling in surges
through my body earlier and beyond the lips of that talented eleven year
old. I sampled from each of the items on the plate and almost wanted to
cry, a meal like this never before enjoyed, and most likely never again.
Once I had taken a quick sample of the items delicately displayed before
me, I turned to Mary and smiled at her, shifting my head to the left
three times to coax her onto my lap.
After I lifted my arm up so she could pass under, the still naked eight
year old gingerly assumed a comfortable position on my thighs and put
her left arm around my neck, anxious but resistant, my right arm going
around her body and reclaiming the knife.
I cut another small sample of meat, loaded it with some potatoes and
presented it to her quivering lips, Mary unsure if this was really
happening to her. The moment it disappeared between her lips and the
fork was retrieved, she munched a few times and then buried her face
into my neck, sobbing.
I knew why she was fraught with confusion, her captors up to this point
offering little more than dog food or table scraps. Now, she was
sitting naked, delicately held in place by a beheamoth of a man and
enjoying tastes and flavors that she didn't think she was entitled to.
The poor thing was so distraught, all she could do for the next couple
of minutes was hold herself tightly against me and cry.
It took a few minutes, but I was eventually able to coax her into a
lighter and more receptive mood, her mouth repeatedly filled and then
suffused with taste sensations that she had never savored since she had
been alive.
The entire time I was sitting with Mary and enjoying my meal, all the
other girls were softly chattering and also enjoying foodstuffs of
various types. Were it not for the lack of clothing or the horribly
erotic, tiny and thin outfits a few of them were wearing, it might have
looked like an afternoon gathering of the local all girl's school.
By the time Mary and I finished my plate, I let her take a few sips of
my champagne, chased with some water so she didn't get too buzzed. It
was all she could do to keep me tight to her nude form, her arms around
my neck and her soft chubby body pressed firmly into mine. Even as she
was trying to come to terms with this bizarre relationship, I allowed my
right hand to cup her plump round fanny and give it a couple of soft
squeezes. When she giggled, I did it a few more times, her hips pushed
back far enough that if I chose to, I could touch her again.
I did!
With her staring at me with eyes that bugged out of her head, I began to
roll her clitty around and then slip my finger back where she let it
wander earlier, this time under my deft control. It didn't take her
more than three minutes before she felt that hot and intriguing
sensation begin to build, her thighs splayed further apart so I had
plenty of room to finish her off.
For almost five minutes, all she could do was hold my wrist and thrash
around on my right leg, my middle finger deep inside her vagina and
stimulating her G-spot and my backward turned thumb rolling her nubbin
around. It felt glorious to be able to please a little girl like that,
her need to feel good for me partly because I would afford her more, but
also because I was her escape route, the only way she could see one more
sunrise.
What might have been an attempt to encourage me to let her live, turned
out to be her growing need to have many more of these lovely cums, her
hands tightly wrapped around my right wrist and not letting me move,
even though she needed to stop.
I could see the struggle in her facial expressions, her need to let me
manipulate her any way I chose, but her body becoming unable to tolerate
any more stimulation. I brought her down carefully, until all I was
doing was gently tickling her vagina and cupping her quim.
I couldn't put it off any longer.
There was something I needed to do and little time to do it in. Once
these people found out that I wasn't the true Mister Smith, I'd be
strung up and gutted like a cow.
"Mary? I need for you to go get dressed and tell the other girls to do
the same. I know you said that you normally didn't wear any clothes
upstairs, but I don't want you to feel as though you have to do that
with me around, okay?"
"Nooooo, please? I wanna stay with you!"
"There's something I have to do, Honey, and I'm sure you and the other
girls are kind of tired, so why don't you go upstairs and get ready for
bed, please?"
"Please, Mister? Please let me stay with you? I don't care if I don't
have no clothes on. I just wanna stay with you, okay? Please?"
"But I've got some business to take care of, Mary."
She immediately pulled back and looked at me with horror in her eyes, as
if I was telling her that one or more of these poor girls was about to
meet her doom.
I instantly recognized what her expression was indicating and had to
assure her otherwise.
"NO! NO! NO! Not that kind of business! I just need to talk to the
business manager, Mister Jerkins, that's all. It's not gonna be very
exciting and will most likely put you to sleep anyway, so why don't you
go upstairs and get some rest?"
In a mouse of a voice and filled with high-pitched whimpers, she tried
her best to prevent what she imagined was her impending demise.
"Please, Mister? I promise I'll be good and do what Promise did a
little while ago. I know how to do that too . . . at least I think I
do. You can help me learn so I can do it to you a whole lot, okay?
Please don't make me go away. I don't wanna die!"
What would it hurt for her to be sitting naked on my lap while I
reviewed whatever paperwork or books that Jerkins had 'prepared' for me?
Jerkins and everyone else around this place had seen so many of these
girls in the nude that it most likely didn't affect them any more.
"Okay, Mary. You can stay with me."
She immediately pulled her head hard into my body and buried her face
into my neck, her stuttering sobs stifled by the tight grasp of her
embrace and her mouth against my skin.
After the tray of empty plates and dirty utencils was lifted and taken
away, Mary did something that both shocked and pleased me.
"Mister?"
"Yes, Mary?"
Instead of asking me or even informing me of her intentions, she used
her right hand to unzip and then undo my slacks, work her small hand
inside until she found what she was looking for and gently fished my
dick out until it was pointed toward the ceiling.
She looked at me for a moment, then back down to my cock, as if to
determine if she could take all of me. Seconds later, she lifted her
right knee and centered herself over me until her plump and still wet
pussy began to surround my cockhead.
Her pussy was meant to be filled, repeatedly. Her hip bone was wide
enough inside that I had no trouble slipping as far inside her body as I
could fit, and I fit every single inch of my dick insider her.
She then began to slowly shift up and down onto my hips, Dove still to
my left and totally unconcerned about her feet frequently being pressed
between my body and Mary's.
Mary wasn't prepared for the familiar tingle of pleasure as it began to
steal away her eager resolve to make me shoot inside her, her own orgasm
building much faster than she had hoped. What had started out as Mary's
attempt to please me, was transmuted to her body erupting into a series
of uncontrollable thrusts down onto my cock, that plump and spongy
bundle of nerves and blood vessels inside her vagina betraying her far
too soon.
Just as she was beginning to feel the fullness of her cum, I put my
right hand on her ass, slipped my fingers under her, began to tickle her
ass with my longest digit and then started to jackhammer my dick inside
her elegantly proportioned pussy in an incredibly fast array of short
thrusts. It looked as though she had gotten a hold of a giant
paintshaker and wasn't able to let go, her body stuttering and quivering
into me while I lifted her up into the air with rapid and repeated
thrusts.
Her voice kept getting higher, and higher, and higher, until all I could
make out was a single falsetto whimper. It was the right moment to take
her, so I pulled her butt down and thrust as far into her body as I
could go, forcing her clitty into my pubic bone and rolling our hips
together like some bizarre artwork.
She gripped me with both arms and thrust into me over and over, the
exquisite rapture of her best and most erotic cum taking everything out
of her for a minute. I wanted desperately to fill her up so 'I' could
have some fun, but knew that I'd have to clean us both up, and she
wasn't going to be able to help me.
Once Mary stopped convulsing, I lifted her off, used my napkin to wipe
us a little and then sat her down in a much more traditional form of a
little girl sitting on a man's lap. It was all she could do to stay
upright.
After I put my dick back in my pants, I called Promise toward me with a
single wiggling finger toward my nose.
"Yes, Mister Smith?"
"Promise? Is there a room next to my office where you first met me
where all of you can be comfortable for a little while? I want you to
be close to me while I do my work."
"Really? We can be with you for real?"
"Yes you can. Is there a room down there?"
Her face immediately dropped and her expression turned from happy
excitement to utter disappointment.
"Nooo. There's just your office where you met me and the other girls."
" oh "
I had to think for a minute, but realized that 'my' office was actually
big enough to fit fifty little girls on the floor across the room, all
of them resting comfortably on pillows and blankets. It might also
serve as defense mechanism if one of these bruisers decided to take me
away from my temporary Heaven and gut me out back.
"Okay, then. Promise, I want you to tell all the girls to go get a
pillow and blanket so you can come take a nap in my office while I work.
Would you like that?"
"Yeah! Kew-Wulll! Except . . . can you come with us upstairs, please?"
I looked at Mary and then back at Promise.
"Sure!"
Promise burst up and took off toward the large gathering of sexy little
girls, her darling little ass jiggling under that incredibly tiny
miniskirt she still had on. The first thing she did was reach out with
her arms to motion her sisterhood into a tight circle, all of them
gathered around her like a naked or near-naked huddle. Even Bunny and
Cricket joined in and listened.
I gently urged Mary off my lap, but she didn't want to be out of reach,
keeping at least one of her hands on my arm or affixed to my coat. The
next thing to be done was lift my sleepy four year old angel into my
arms so she could ride assisted upstairs while her many friends walked
on their own two feet.
Once Dove was nestled into my left arm and had her head against my
shoulder, I stood and took Mary's left hand, her grip almost tight
enough to cut off the circulation in my fingers. Moments later, I began
to walk toward the sexy gathering of young females.
Promise immediately looked up over the smaller girls and stared right
into my eyes, a look of concern all over her face.
"What is it, Promise?"
"Some of the girls think that you're gonna bring a bunch of the guys
that work here . . . well . . . you might . . . "
"All I'm gonna do is some office work while you girls are laying down on
the other side of the room. I'm not gonna make any of you do anything,
nor am I going to hurt any of you, or let anyone hurt you, okay?"
Her smile returned, with dividends. She then asked a question that
might have seemed utterly preposterous the day before.
"Mister Smith? May we take our shoes off when we go upstairs?"
"You can take your shoes off right now, if you want to."
"See, girls! I told you he was really a nice man!"
I actually heard giggling for the first time since I entered this place.
In a tangled bundle of small bodies, most of them barefoot and a few
carrying CFM shoes, we went upstairs to their dormitory, a few of them
quick to jog toward the potties before anything else. That's when I
realized that Dove and all of her 'sisters' might need some biological
relief.
To the amazement of the older girls, I carried my sleeping Dove to a
potty that had a small baby-seat on the normally wide opening, set her
naked bum to the plastic ring and held her tight to my body as I softly
'shushed' in her ear.
I was rewarded with the sound of her pee hitting the water below, other
girls around and behind me rushing off to do the same, the sound far too
convincing for them to resist.
Dove was attended to as if she was my very own little girl, her plump
puddy gently dabbed and wiped, and then her tender nether-lips lovingly
fondled for a few seconds after the tissue had done its job and fell to
its doom. After I finished enjoying her softness, I lifted her back
into my arms and lay her head on my shoulder as if she were my own girl.
After her thumb was replaced between her lips, she was again asleep.
Less than a minute later, my confused but happy clan each had a pillow
and blanket under each arm, anxious but slightly frightened at this
incredible change to their routine. Mary grabbed one of each for
herself and helped me wrangle one for Dove as well.
No more than five minutes after we went upstairs, we were headed back
down, lots of quiet whispers coming from around and behind me the whole
time. The only words I could hear were similar to "I thought he was
gonna be mean, or something." and "I kinda like him, even though he's
so big and a little bit ugly.".
The security team kept a respectable distance, although I suspected they
might be monitoring our every movement, informing Jerkins or Grist along
the way.
When we got back to 'my' office, I opened the door with a lurch and saw
Jerkins trying to cover something up, his actions witnessed unexpectedly
by the supposed owner of the establishment. He might have suspected I
was going to spend my night in the girls' dorm, fucking as many of them
as I wanted to. My showing up unannounced took him by surprise. I let
it go for a moment and tended to all of my happy clan.
"Girls? Put all your blankets and pillows over on that side of the room
and make it seem like you're on a camp-out or sleep-over. I want you to
get comfortable and lay down so I can talk to my business manager for a
little while."
"Mister Smith?"
"Yes, Mystery?"
"Can we take our panties and clothes off? They don't feel good
anymore."
"Sure, Honey. Take all your clothes off and get comfortable over there
on your blankets. If you wanna talk for a little while, just do so
softly, but try to get some sleep, okay?"
"Okay, Mister Smith. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Imagine being thanked for letting a bunch of preteens take all their
clothes off.
Yeah, I was kind of amazed, myself, but not quite as amazed until I
heard the next question.
"Mister Smith?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can . . . can some of us sleep together?"
"Sure, Honey. Do whatever you want that makes you feel good. If you
want to touch each other for a little while and make each other have
nice tingles, just be kinda quiet so I can work. If you want to lick
each other and give each other some nice cums, then go ahead. Just be
sure to do it quietly so I don't get distracted."
"Okay!"
I had no idea where that came from, but within minutes, I might find
out.
There was a mad dash to the opposite end of the large room, lots of
naked and semi-nude bodies scrambling to find the right spot to lay
down, and then negotiate with some of their peers to be next to someone
that they most likely rarely got a chance to. Before Promise got too
far, I pulled her toward me and had her take Dove with her. When she
smiled and gave me that 'special' look, I figured she liked little girls
as much as I did.
The moment I smiled at her and nodded, she smiled back, found a place
for them to lay down and then pulled Dove over her face. The four year
old immediately hugged the eleven year old's head with her chubby thighs
and began to ride Promise's mouth like a little bronco buster. It was
harder for Dove to get her mouth onto Promise, but with some careful
arranging, both of them got settled.
I saw Mary look up into my eyes with a pleading expression, similar to
one that I had seen earlier.
"Okay. Go put your stuff down over there and you can come back with me
like I said."
She smiled, took off, deposited her belongings and returned to the front
of my body, her arms as far around me as they could go and her face
pressed hard into my chest. In a muffled whisper, she told me more than
I could have dreamed.
"Thank you, Mister, for letting me be with you. I'll be your best
girlfriend ever, I promise. I wanna do that wonderful sex thing with
you again really soon, okay?"
Jerkins was completely mystified and stood behind the desk, staring, his
mouth hanging open and his eyes bugged out of his face. With Mary
shifted to my side and the other girls squirming and giggling to each
other for the first time in a long time, the lights were dimmed in the
room with only a small desk lamp providing illumination. Moments later,
I concentrated on the business at hand. I could only hope to get away
with what I was planning.
As I walked around the back side of the desk, Jerkins pulled the huge
leather chair out and waited for me to take my place, Mary anxious to
snugle in my lap once I was sitting. In a matter of seconds after my
butt his the leather, she was clambering up and doing her best to become
a living part of my suit.
Apparently, Jerkins had never conducted a business meeting with any of
his previous bosses when they were holding a naked eight year old on
their lap, his eyes still wide with astonishment. The poor guy most
likely hadn't seen or committed a kind act in years.
Because of my tremendous size, Mary was barely noticeable after I
reached around her to pull myself closer to the desk, in front of me
five neatly printed reports, detailing lots of financial information
regarding my 'enterprise'.
Rather than read it myself, I decided to keep Jerkins off balance and
leaned back.
"Mary? Would you be willing to sit quietly while I talk to Mister
Jerkins? It might take a while and you can go lay down if you want to."
"Unn unnn. I wanna stay with you. I promise I'll be quiet and not
bother you."
"Will it bother you if I touch you a little bit while you're sitting on
my lap?"
"Nooo! I told you before that you can do whatever you want to, cause I
wanna be only for you and also go "
She stopped in mid-sentence, again remembering what I'd asked of her
before.
"Okay. You can stay right here on my lap, but if I start to tickle you
too much, you need to tell me, okay?"
"Okay."
I turned to Jerkins, who was totally unprepared for this meeting.
"Alright, Jerkins. I want you to do something for me."
"Yes, Sir?"
"Answer some questions, and for Pete's sake, please don't try to lie to
me, okay?"
His eyes widened slightly and some of the color vanished from his face.
He knew that he had been caught, an informant somehow revealing what
Jerkins had been doing for years.
"Yes, Sir."
"How well do you know me, Jerkins?"
"Sir?"
"It's a simple enough question, man. How well do you know me?"
"Uh, well Sir, not really at all. The only things I know are what I've
been told by your security chief and what I've read in the letters and
e-mails you've sent."
"What about my business? What can you tell me about that?"
"As much as you'd like to know, Sir."
"Alright! I want you to assume I know nothing about my business, and
you're supposed to inform me of every aspect of my operation, from my
properties, to my assets, to my funds, to this place. I want you to
give me a detailed accounting of everything that's under my vast control
and influence. Is that simple enough for you?"
Jerkins was beginning to sweat, his brow beginning to show signs that he
was under stress. He hesitated for a few seconds, unsure where this was
going but somehow certain that he had been found out. The only thing he
could do now was comply with my request and do his best.
For the next half hour, Jerkins detailed the history of 'my' vast
operations, each portion of my extended empire slowly sold off in
preparation of my permanent departure from this country. That's why the
island had been purchased and all the arrangements made so I could leave
at the end of the week, taking my leave from any of my competitors and
the law.
The fact that I had access to any form of transportation at a moment's
notice made what I was considering that much more plausible, provided I
could pay off the crew with enough money for them to keep their mouths
shut. Being told I had my own small fleet of jets parked at the nearest
major airport was somewhat surprising, until I realized the handling and
maintenance of jets was usually done so through multiple levels of
corporations and fake business names. With all the other assets Mister
Smith had, a few nice jets was no big deal.
The entire time he prattled on, hoping I would accept what he was
offering, my right hand was gently caressing Mary's titties and would
only occasionally slip down her tummy for a nice handful of her hairless
cunny. Each time I tickled her nubbin, she would thrust her hips out
and quietly beg for more, but that would have taken away from the
gravity of the current situation, so I cupped and squeezed her plump
pudendum and returned my attentions to her developing breasts.
Jerkins did a pretty good job, informing me that whomever was at the
head of this operation had never been seen by anyone that he could think
of. The only people that had been rumored to have met me had been
'retired', nothing heard from them ever again. That's probably why
everyone around me was acting as if they were walking on eggshells.
"Alright, Jerkins. That's very good. Now, what about my entertainers?
What kind of records to you have on them?"
"Everything we have is in your right hand lower drawer, Sir. Each girl
is listed by her given name on the edge of her folder, with all of the
details of her history inside."
"Alright! Now, for some unpleasant business, Jerkins."
He stared back at me in fear, knowing it was now time to pay the piper.
"How long have you been stealing from me, Jerkins?"
"Sir?"
I leaned forward slightly and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Please don't make me ask you again."
He immediately lowered his face and began to wring his hands, the truth
finally out and his demise imminent. Jerkins waited for about fifteen
seconds, a few subdued giggles, talk and the unmistakable sound of a few
hairless pussies being tongued across the room the perfect contradiction
to his predicament.
"Mister Smith. You must understand that I never intended to steal from
you, Sir. All I wanted to do was prepare an emergency fund away from
your normal assets just in case you needed some money that nobody else
knew about."
"Jerkins! Do you have any idea how lame that sounds?"
In a whisper of a voice, the older fellow answered as if he was finally
aware of his plight.
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. To be honest, I'm glad you know now,
because I've been doing my best to keep it a secret and haven't had a
moment's rest for years."
"How long, Jerkins?"
"Ten years, Sir."
"So, how much is in my 'slush fund', Jerkins?"
"About twenty four million, Sir."
"And the books?"
"Carefully managed so each diversion of funds was never noticed."
"Jerkins! You know I can't have my employees stealing from me and then
think I won't find out, do you? What am I going to do with you now?"
"I-I-I, I suppose I'll be retired this evening, Sir."
Mary never moved the whole time, listening to everything both of us said
but careful not to interfere or distract me. When I saw her permit a
little grin to escape, I figured she was enjoying a little reciprocity
for a change. After half an hour of fondling that chubby and naked
eight year old, it was almost perfectly normal for me to slip my fingers
between her plump thighs and wiggle my finger astride those hot, wet
lips.
Each time I did so, Mary would honor my wordless request and grant me
passage, her thighs spread far enough apart on my lap until my hand
could easily cover any portion of her charms that I desired, and one of
my digits was permitted to venture inside that tight, quivering, silken
sleeve. I used far more tenderness than Mary had ever been shown
before, my digit lovingly slipping back and forth inside her pussy and
my thumb rolling her clitty around.
I sat deep in my chair for a minute, letting Jerkins sweat and think
about the manner in which he was going to be executed, Mary's soft
whimpers and moans amplifying the frightened man's anguish, and the
snapping sounds my finger was creating while I teased copious
lubrication from her vagina mimicking noises that sounded like bones
breaking far away.
Jerkins had heard tales about the various means of someone being
retired, a few quite grewsome and a couple incredibly painful. The
longer he sat, the more certain he was that I was going to press the
intercom switch and ask one of the incredibly huge guards to take care
of Jerkins' 401-K plan.
Jerkins watched my finger and thumb lovingly torture Mary for the next
two minutes, his eyes locked onto a perfect little fat and hairless
cunny that he most likely had seen everyday since Mary had arrived.
Now, he was sitting facing me and having to watch me enjoy one of my
entertainer's assets, right in front of him. He was sure he was dead in
less than a minute.
Instead, what he heard was Mary trying her best to stifle her growing
moans as her next cum peaked, her body bucking on my lap and her hands
trying to stay out of my way.
For the next five minutes, I kept Mary right at the edge of fainting,
playing with her clitty and fingering her tight pussy with long, slow
strokes. It felt glorious to have her continue to gyrate on my lap, her
legs trying to come together but her awareness of my position and
perceived authority forcing her to keep them widely apart.
I finally let her come all the way down, lightly caressing the front of
her puddy and only touching her pussy with tender and ticklish swipes.
By the time she was conscious enough of her surroundings to speak, she
looked me right in the eyes and again did her best to stay alive.
"I love you, Mister Smith. Please let me stay with you, okay? I
promise I'll do anything you want me to, please? We can fuck now if you
want to."
Without any words spoken, I pulled her tight to my body and gave her a
nice, tight hug. It seemed adequate, her strong gaze into my face from
then on accompanied with a small smile.
If Jerkins were a little girl, he might have tried the same thing.
When I broke my stare into that precious eight year old's eyes, I looked
right at Jerkins. He almost peed his pants right then, his body shaking
and lips quivering.
It was time to see the loot.
"Mary? If I promised to keep you with me almost all the time, would you
be a good girl and stay right here in my chair for a couple of minutes?
I promise I'll be back, okay?"
I actually heard JERKINS whimper.
"Okay, Mister Smith. I promise I'll be a good girl, but only for you!"
"Thank you, Sweetie."
When I leaned forward to kiss her, I expected her to reel back in shock,
but she closed her eyes and puckered her lips in anticipation of our
first kiss. It was typical of a little girl her age, but it still felt
wonderful for her to try so hard.
Once I let her lips go, I caressed her cheek, smiled at her and lifted
her up. In seconds, she was nestled deep into the warm leather, my body
heat the perfect albeit temporary refuge for her nude form.
Seconds later, I was around the opposite side of the desk. Standing
right over Jerkins, I straightened my slacks, coat and then my hair. I
wanted this to be just as painful for him as it had been for all these
poor little girls he'd ordered or authorized to be killed.
When I began to softly speak, he closed his eyes, ready for words that
he never wanted to hear. What he heard instead took him completely by
surprise.
"Show me the money, Jerkins."
It took him a minute to gain control of his limbs, but once he was able
to move, he rose and led me toward a wide wooden panel behind the desk.
Using a small paperweight that had been sitting on the desk, he waved it
up and down along the edge of some moulding, the wooden panel slowly
arcing toward and then by him.
Beyond was a large vault door, similar to ones that major banks had
installed.
"Open it."
Jerkins did as I asked, using a key and then a combination lock to
permit me access. When I heard a small <click> after he stopped, he
then turned a large metal six-spoked wheel that retracted all of the
long security bars, both inside and out.
When he opened the door and turned a light on inside, I was totally
aghast.
In a VERY large room, there were twenty large crates, each labelled
'PERISHABLE' and one smaller one that had recently been tended to. The
contents of the large crates were completely hidden from view, but from
the looks of it, they most likely contained the same thing as the
smaller one that had a cloth draped over it.
"Let me see."
Jerkins dutifully lifted the cloth to reveal about four hundred stacks
of neatly banded and wrapped money, all $100 dollar bills. On that
pallet alone was about $4 million. By the size of the other crates,
they most likely contained over $5 million each. In that one room,
there was more than $124 million, more than most large banks see in a
month.
Having paid attention during his long and almost boring monologue about
the size of my large holdings, I knew that this was little more than a
single cache of possibly dozens.
"And the rest, Jerkins?"
"In two shipping containers in the lower parking garage. They're ready
to be moved at a moment's notice."
"And your stash?"
He bowed his head and turned around, leaving the vault with me right
behind, the door left open after we walked out. He led me to yet
another panel further down the long wall, removed a pen from his coat
pocket and waved it along the edge of similar moulding.
There was yet another vault that had the same type of bank door and once
opened, I could see that it was similarly sized to the last one, this
time with only four sealed crates and one still covered with a large
cloth. About $24 million. Not bad, Jerkins!
I saw a tell-tale bulge under one corner of the unfinished pallet and
put my hand on Jerkins right shoulder, keeping him from moving.
"Do I need to call one of the security people in, Jerkins? I can end
this right now if you want me to by snapping your neck like a chicken or
have one of them do it for me so I can sit back while your body is
slowly ripped piece-by-piece."
Just the size and appearance of a man like me seemed to confirm that I
was capable of issuing such an order.
"No, Sir. I won't reach for it."
"Good man. There may be hope for you yet, Jerkins."
Pulling from the bottom corner of the large drape rather than from a
small tucked opening that we both knew had a gun under it, Jerkins
completely removed the cloth and revealed a nearly complete stack of $5
million, and the weapon I suspected was there for his use if he had been
found out and needed to defend himself.
Holding Jerkins at arm's length away from the pallet, I collected the
handgun and the three clips next to it, put them in my inner coat pocket
and then turned to the fool.
"Anything else? Please don't make me ask again, man."
"Over there."
He pointed toward a small case that looked as if it might contain some
papers. I gripped him snugly around the back of the neck and drew him
along somewhat painfully, the ends of my fingers long enough to apply
the right amount of pressure against the sides of his neck.
When we reached the spot where the case was sitting, I tightened my grip
temporarily and then gave him some relief, wanting him to be sure that I
wasn't fucking around. Sure enough, the case had a whole collection of
information detailing all of Mister Smith's activities and dealings,
every company he owned, every business he took over and sold, where all
of the money was kept, another handgun and even a business card that had
a surprising logo on one corner.
Still keeping my wits about me, I removed the weapon from my pocket,
chambered a round, made certain that it was ready to fire and pointed it
at Jerkins head. I collected the second handgun and slipped it into my
other coat pocket. Now I had BOTH weapons.
He closed his eyes tightly and grimaced, the next noise the last one he
might ever hear in his sorry life if he tried to move.
What he heard instead was me saying three letters.
"F-B-I."
Keeping the open end of the gun at his temple, I was holding the card
close enough to see that Jerkins had developed his own retirement plan,
one involving double-crossing his boss and then running off with the
FBI's permission and support. Smart man, but careless.
"So . . . this was what I was going to be looking forward to, huh
Jerkins?"
He slowly opened his eyes to see me brandishing the card in front of
him, his plan now known and his future certain.
"Yes Sir. It was the only way I could be sure to live long enough to
enjoy the rest of my life. You see, Sir, I'm already sixty two and have
nothing else to look forward to. I have no family, no past and
certainly no future without some careful planning. I guess I wasn't
careful enough, was I?"
"Not quite! What a foolish but brave old man you are, Jerkins. I'm
sorry it had to end this way."
He actually started to cry, huge tears pouring down his face as his eyes
clamped shut.
"Just one last thing, Jerkins. Regarding the shipping containers
downstairs. How many more are there and where are they?"
"You have seven such caches, Sir. Each of them including this one has
two full containers."
"And the total?"
"Around $4 billion, Sir."
"And you wanted me to believe that money in the first vault was all that
I had left, huh?"
"Yuh-yuh-yuh, yes, Sir!"
"After all that you learned, I would have expected you to be smarter
than that, Jerkins."
Pushing slightly harder against his head with the end of the handgun, I
softly uttered words that he knew were the last one's I'd speak to him.
"This ends our relationship, Jerkins. It's over."
Extending his torment as far as I could, the next thing to tickle his
ears was the distinct and recognizable sound of my thumb drawing the
hammer back.
He burst into tears and started sobbing, slowly falling to his knees in
total acceptance of his fate.
"Stand up, Jerkins. I want you to take this like a man."
He rose, turned around so his back was to me and bent his head forward,
the perfect position for me to rest the end of the barrel against the
lower portion of his head so it would be quick and painless.
He kept softly sobbing as he prepared himself, his shoulders arched
forward and his chin resting against the top of his chest.
"You wanna live, Jerkins?"
He immediately let out a brief burst of air that sounded like a short
scream.
The moment I lowered the handgun and stepped back, he wasn't quite sure
what to do.
"Jerkins, come with me. We need to have a talk."
He heard me walk out of his private vault, the sound of my footsteps the
only thing for a few seconds. Once I was standing outside the wooden
panel, I turned around and faced him.
"Coming, Jerkins?"
He very slowly turned around in disbelief, tears still streaming down
his cheeks and eyes bloodshot red.
"Come on! I've got a proposition for you."
It didn't take him very long to see that he might be able to retire and
be alive afterward. We walked back to the desk and I pulled a chair out
slightly for him to sit on.
"Have a seat, Jerkins, and make yourself comfortable. Would you like
something to drink?"
Our roles were now temporarily reversed, a nice glass of liquor to be
offered to help him 'relax'.
As soon as he was seated, he realized that this might be a strange ploy
for me to drug him first, force him to tell me a lot more about what he
had kept secret and only then kill him.
When he saw me standing in front of him holding two small wide-mouthed
glasses with some amber nectar inside, he looked up into my face.
"Go ahead. Pick one. You might get lucky."
His hand was shaking as he reached out and put his fingers around the
one in my right hand, assuming that my left, because of tradition, held
the poisoned contents. The moment he had a firm grasp of the glass, I
let go, spun on my heels and gulped the whiskey down in a single
swallow.
Moments later, I was back at the private bar and serving myself one last
drink, two my all-time limit. When I turned around, he was still
holding the glass, looking at me with terror all over his face. He'd
heard Mister Smith could be a cruel man, but Jerkins never imagined he'd
find out for himself.
When I stepped back toward him, he remained in the same position when he
claimed his liquid refreshment, Mary watching everything I was doing
with piqued excitement. She was finally seeing what it looked like for
the shoe to be on the other foot. It really made her feel good to see
me terrorize Jerkins, the same man that had done unspeakable things to
lots of little girls before they met with an untimely demise.
With him looking up at me in horror, it was time I put my foolishly
devised plan into action.
"What's wrong, Jerkins? Don't you like the booze that you've been
drinking all along?"
He couldn't answer. He just stared at me in disbelief.
"Well, DAMN it, man! Here!"
I took his glass, poured the contents of his into mine, and then mine
back into his, mixing them together twice. Making a small mess on my
desk, I tried to pour half back into his glass, handed it to him and
swallowed the contents of mine in a single gulp. Moments later, I took
my coat off, set it and then the handgun on the corner of the desk
closest to me and urged Mary to get up so I could return to my place.
She grinned at me like a badger that had found a henhouse full of eggs,
rose, allowed me to sit, get comfortable and then nestled her nude body
right where it had been before I went on my short expedition. As soon
as she was settled, I put my arms around her, gave her a loving hug and
then kissed her on the forehead.
"Comfortable, Angel?"
Her smile and nod was all the evidence I needed that she liked sitting
with me. In order to gain her trust, I tilted her chin upward so she
could look into my eyes. In a soft whisper, I asked her a question that
she might never have wanted to answer before she met me.
"Would you be mad at me if I softly touched your pretty titties, Honey?"
She blushed, produced the cheesiest grin I could have imagined, leaned
back slightly and pushed her bare chest out toward me, offering me
anything I saw. With the lightest touch, I used the back of my right
middle finger to caress her growing boobie, encircle her nipple and then
lightly flick it back and forth a few times to see if it would firm up.
It did and she giggled.
"Thank you, Mary. I promise I won't ever hurt you, okay? As long as it
feels good to you, I want to be the most gentle teddybear you could
possibly want. But you have to know that I'm gonna want to touch you a
lot, okay? Would that be alright?"
In an even softer voice, she pressed her mouth to my ear and answered.
"You can do anything you want to with me, Mister Smith. I love you and
will always love you. Can you make my cunny tingle and my insides all
buzzing like you did before, please? I wish we could make love again.
It felt so good when we did it before."
"We can in a little while if we have time, Sugar. Right now I need to
talk to Mister Jerkins and finish our business discussion, okay?"
"Will you keep playing with my titties?"
"As long as you don't mind."
"I don't mind. You can touch me as much as you want to 'cause you let
me say it was alright to do it."
I turned my hand around and cupped each of her developing titties one at
a time, then caressed both of them and explored her body with delicate
touches. She actually began to get excited and pushed her hips forward,
wordlessly asking for me to diddle her again.
I leaned in, kissed her, reached between her thighs and pushed my right
middle finger astride those luscious lips until I was wiggling up inside
her again in one swift but easy movement. Using a firm grip, I pushed
against her clitty with the inside of my hand and squeezed her G-spot
with the inside of my finger, the intense and unexpected sensation far
too much for her at once.
Almost immediately, her hips began to gyrate and she was beset with
another intense cum, both of her hands desperate to grab mine but her
mental awareness to keep them away. I almost lifted her off my lap with
my middle finger, her pussy suffused with unimaginable electric
vibrations and her body convulsing involuntarily. She was enjoying a
somewhat more brutal orgasm, but her whimpers and moans told me that it
felt good.
Once the fullness of her cum was achieved and enjoyed, I let go but
didn't remove my finger, a slow in and out caress just enough to prolong
the sensation while I talked to Jerkins. I knew we had more to talk
about, because I was going to tell him a part of my plan, but only
enough for him to set himself up for the takedown. I then turned to
Jerkins, leaving my right finger inside Mary's pussy and my hand over
her puddin.
He sat spellbound, not quite believing what he had seen, either with the
glass earlier or the little girl on my lap.
"There's nothing but booze in the glass, Jerkins. I don't do things
that way. Now drink!"
He closed his eyes, lifted the glass to his lips and took a meager sip.
He let it flow across his tongue and then let it fall down his throat,
expecting to convulse wildly from cyanide. But strangely, all he tasted
was the same liquor that he'd been drinking for years.
Jerkins took another larger hit from his glass, swallowed, and then
finished his drink off. In moments, he was up and clumbsily pouring
himself another one.
"Now, can we talk, Jerkins?"
When he sat down this time, he did so with a lot more confidence,
somehow certain that he might live past tonight.
"Tell me about the girls, Jerkins. How many of them have had sex with
the men that come here and how old do they have to be the first time?"
"All the ones over eight already have experience, Sir, but the younger
ones are still untainted as far as I know. My instructions were very
explicit, Mister Smith. Only girls that were nine and older were
'encouraged' to do that sort of thing. The younger girls weren't
permitted to have any intercourse for fear that it would permanently
damage their insides or kill them. The youngest girls, the four and
five year old preschoolers, are only here for touches and petting, no
fingers allowed . . . at least, that was the plan. We caught a few men
that had been fingering the smaller ones, your four year old angel being
the only one that had been brutally raped and strangled by one of our
former guests. As I said before, he won't be doing that or anything
ever again."
I felt smug knowing that a child molesting murderer found himself at the
receiving end of what he had done to a four year old little girl.
"The youngest ones, where are they from?"
"Mostly from unplanned pregnancies with girls that worked here and who
had developed their reproductive abilities somewhat prematurely."
"So, they know of no other life that this, do they?"
"No Sir. You have been their only benefactor and provider."
"What age is the oldest one from such a circumstance?"
"Eight. Both Precious and Passion were from entertainers . . . girls
that had gotten pregnant while working here."
"How old were their mothers?"
"Both thirteen. That's why we no longer allow any of the girls to
remain with us once they turn twelve. At that age, they begin to mature
physically and might get pregnant, ruining any chance of remaining with
us as contributing members of your household."
"You realize I'm going to want to review each of their files, Jerkins."
"Yes, Sir. As I mentioned earlier, the bottom right hand drawer has all
of their personal history and medical records."
"Very well!"
Satisfied that he had spoken honestly, I layed out my plans.
He listened as I made a proposition to him, never revealing that I
wasn't the real Mister Smith. The plan I hatched slowly took shape,
Jerkins able to keep almost one pallet of cash, about $4 million for
himself if he did exactly as I asked. The last $1 million was to be
distributed to the staff, security guards, pilots that were going to fly
me out and any bribes. He was so anxious, he sat all the way forward on
his chair in anticipation.
As soon as our chat was over, he rose, shook my hand and headed
excitedly out the door. Now that Mary was exhausted and asleep on my
lap, I had to find her a comfortable place to lay down. I rose out of
my chair with her in my arms, walked around the desk toward fifty naked
little girls sleeping or playing with each other. I found a pillow and
blanket for her, gently lay her to the floor close to another few girls,
covered her with her blanket, tenderly kissed her lips and went back to
the desk for some paperwork.
The lower right hand drawer had a lot of neatly arranged hanging files,
each of the girls' 'stage' names on the front edge. The first one I
withdrew was Dove's.
Inside the folder were a genuine birth certificate and social security
card, an array of stapled pages that chronicled her medical history and
an eight by ten glossy of another older girl standing naked and proudly
displaying all of her charms.
It was Dove's young mother, supposedly right after Jerkins found out she
was pregnant.
Dove's mom was a pretty thirteen year old with bright eyes, a sexy
smile, long brown hair, perky titties and a shaved cunny that looked
good enough to eat. I hated to think of what that poor little girl had
been required to do and the number of years she had to remain in Mister
Smith's employ before she was retired.
I didn't have to wonder very long. On the back of the photo were
Cashmere's birth and retirement dates. My jaw tightened and I hated the
bastard Smith even more now than before.
It was difficult, but I had to go through each of the girls' folders to
be certain of which girls needed to be returned home, and which ones I'd
take with me or set free somewhere.
I began to set up three stacks of folders on my desk for the next
morning.
One of them was for the girls that had been born to entertainers that
had worked here.
The second was for the girls that had been sold to this place by their
crack-whore mothers.
The last was for the girls that had been kidnapped and forced to work
here against their will. Surprisingly, there were only six girls in
that last stack, two in my happy band during my introduction, and four
more that were scattered around the room.
I surmised which ones the other four were, the ones that had looked
terrified when the man touching them did things that they normally
wouldn't permit.
The fact that both Fire and Flirt were so anxious to please me earlier
shocked me, their past either much worse than this or totally forgotten.
To be absolutely sure I knew what their desires might be, I found both
of them in that gentle tangle of naked little girls and quietly picked
Fire up first.
I carried her to my leather chair, sat her down on my lap and held her
to my body. She eventually woke up and became aware of who was holding
her, a smile erupting on her darling eleven year old face.
"Hi there, Fire. Can we have a private chat for a little while?"
"Uh huh."
"Fire . . . or should I say Franchesca?"
Her eyes flew open and she stared at me in disbelief. Nobody had called
her that in two years and it took her totally by surprise.
"I'm gonna ask you some questions, and I want you to be honest with me,
okay?"
She nodded, still reeling from my having called her by her real name.
"The biggest and most important question is, if I asked you to do
something, would you?"
Without any hesitation, she smiled and nodded, assuming I was going to
fuck her.
"I want you to tell me something very important, probably the most
important thing you'll ever tell anyone in your whole life. Are you
ready?"
She nodded again, her smile slowly disappearing.
"If you could go back home and nobody ever find out how you got away,
would you want to?"
She sat looking into my eyes for half a minute, unsure where I was going
with that question.
"If I took you home to Atlanta, would you want to see your mom and dad
again?"
A lone tear formed in her left eye and fell across her cheek, her bottom
lip quivering. She sat there uncertain how to answer, this possibly a
test to see how loyal she was to me.
"I really mean it, Franchesca. If you wanna go home, I'll take you. I
won't trick you or hurt you or try to sell you to anyone else. I really
will let you go home, if you want to."
It finally sunk in and all she could do was bury her face into my neck
and softly cry. I just got my answer.
Whispering into her forehead, I told her things I shouldn't have but
felt compelled to. I even said things to her that I hadn't told
Jerkins.
"Franny, I want you to know something. I'm not who you think I am. I'm
not the real Mister Smith at all, but some guy that got lucky and found
a way to get in here. What I plan on doing now is letting you go home
to see your mom and dad, and then set the other girls free that also
want to go home. After you're all safe and sound, I'm gonna take off to
some place really far away and never come back. The real Mister Smith
is gonna find himself in a whole lot of trouble after I'm gone, 'cause
I'm gonna make sure that the cops know what he's been up to. So, would
you really like to go home and try to forget all about this nasty place?
I promise nobody has to know what you've been forced to do for the last
two years unless you tell them, okay? You can go back to the same life
you knew before, just a couple of years older and a Hell of a lot
smarter, huh?"
"Can I really go home, Mister . . . Mister . . . ?"
"That's good enough, Fran. Yes, you really can go home, but you have to
promise not to tell the other girls anything. I know this is a lot to
hit you with all at once, but I thought it only fair that you get a
chance to decide what happens to you from now on."
"Mister?"
"Uh huh?"
She hesitated for a moment, looked up at my face and then back down to
her lap, her fingers twisting and tugging at each other in apparent
nervousness.
"What if . . . "
"What, Fran?"
"What if I didn't want to go back home? Can I go with you . . .
please?"
"Are you sure you wanna do that, Fran? I'm never coming back once I
leave, and my old life is going to disappear like a ghost. You won't
ever be able to come back."
"Ever?"
"Well . . . if you truly wanted to go home, of course I'd let you. It
would just be a lot harder to do that from some other country, that's
all, because we wouldn't be leaving legally. You wouldn't have a
passport or any form of ID at all, and the chances of getting back home
after that without any papers is highly unlikely."
"Where are you going?"
"That's not important. All you need to know is you have the right to
decide what happens to you now. If you want to go home, I'll make sure
you can get away from here safe and sound. But if you want to stay with
me, it might be kind of scary for a little while until things get
settled down and a few months go by. It won't be easy, but it certainly
will be far away from this awful place."
"Can I think about it a little bit?"
"Of course you can, Fran. All I ask is that you don't talk to any of
the other girls about what you're gonna decide, because some of them may
not believe you. They might tell one of the guards and then my secret
plan would be ruined. The only thing is, you have to decide before
tomorrow. Can you do that?"
She hesitated for a few seconds and then looked up into my eyes, my
question answered with a question of her own.
"Mister?"
"Yes, Fran?"
"Before I decide, can we make love first?"
In my arms was a naked eleven year old that had been kidnapped two years
before, her freedom literally hours away and she still wanted to give me
her body. For the second time in my adult life, I was being afforded
the opportunity to have unrestrained sex with a preteen.
It sat heavy on my conscience, knowing that this precious child was
about to live a normal life once more, or at least as normal as her
parents could make it. In spite of my strong desire to accept her
offer, I had to be certain she knew she could refuse to do it.
"You don't have to do that anymore, Fran. You're free and can be home
soon if you want me to take you."
"I know . . . it's just that, I kinda want to . . . with you, at least."
"Why, Fran?"
"Because for the first time since I was nine years old when I got
kidnapped and raped, 'I' get to decide who gets to fuhh . . . I mean,
make love to me."
"We don't have a lot of time, Fran, and I don't think it would be a good
idea to leave the room, since Mister Jerkins is setting some things up
for my departure."
"Can we do it right here? You can sit in your chair and I'll sit in
your lap facing you."
"Would you let me lick you one last time, first Honey?"
The growing smile on her face told me that she really liked the idea of
being asked.
A minute later, she was sitting on my desk, my face between her slender
thighs, her calves hanging over my shoulders and feet locked together
behind my head, her hands around my neck pulling me forward into her
body and my tongue doing its best to give her the nicest and longest cum
I could imagine with the limited time and space available. She had two
long, wonderful cums, both of them noiseless and nearly motionless.
It took her a minute after she peaked the second time to collect her
wits, but once she did, she practically attacked me with her small hands
and then her slender mouth. Her kisses were far more skilled than an
eleven year old should have been, but I accepted them with relish.
Once she was satisfied we had swapped enough spit, she pushed me back
into the chair and began to undo my slacks and extract my dick. Even
though she did it rather bruskly, her movements never were painful. The
moment she saw the entirety of my manhood, she grinned and said one word
that I had ached to hear a little girl utter for years.
"Wooowww!!!"
Moments later, she began to explore me with her eyes and fingers first,
and then her lips and tongue. I needed to feel her lips all the way
around me, but I chose to wait and let her direct this misadventure,
since she was going to be completely in control for the first time in
two years.
Fran was an excellent cocksucker, her hands careful to tenderly cup and
roll my balls around and jack my shaft where her mouth couldn't reach.
I resisted shooting into her mouth, aware that she was now little more
than a frightened eleven year old that I was taking advantage of. Her
almost frantic bobbing up and down and hard sucking was evidence that I
was far more naive that she was.
It was incredibly difficult for me to restrain any noises the moment I
came, her hot mouth around my cock and sucking on me as if she were
trying to suck-start a leaf-blower.
Once she drained my balls the first time, she climbed onto my lap,
nestled her small feet alongside my hips, centered her pussy over me and
used her right hand to guide my still throbbing dick to the entrance of
her lithe body. She was incredibly tight, but able to take me fully
once she got used to my size.
For the next fifteen minutes, we both slowly rocked our hips into each
other and acted like two people on our wedding night. She never once
slowed down or gave me the impression that she wasn't enjoying it. In
fact, near the end of our union, I felt her begin to buck and jerk
around on my lap, the rhythmic and involuntary convulsions obvious and
lovely.
Her orgasm lasted for two minutes, an almost uncontrolled undulation of
her hips into me confirmation that it was just as pleasant for her as I
could have hoped. As soon as the fullness of her cum subsided, she
looked at me with a devilish grin and began to increase the speed and
length of her strokes onto me until I realized she wanted me to have my
fun.
When I came, I practically lifted her off my lap.
After the fireworks were over and we settled down into a very slow but
continued fuck, she softly chatted with me as if I were some distant
uncle that she hadn't seen in many years. It seemed incredibly
incongruous to have such a calm and informal conversation while I was
dick-deep inside her exquisitely tight pussy, and while she was slowly
going up and down on my lap as if it was perfectly normal for her to be
fucked by a middle aged man.
She poured her heart out to me about her past, being a nine year old in
a middle income household where her parents were always arguing about
money, or her grades, or her questionable friends, and so on. By the
time she got to why and how she ended up alone at the mall so late one
Friday evening, I saw that her parents had begun to make Fran's life a
living Hell, her desire to be away from them strong enough for a nine
year old to be by herself far from home well after dark.
When she started to tell me about her ordeal that first night after she
was kidnapped, I tenderly put my fingers to her lips and shook my head
side to side, smiling. She didn't understand at first, confused that I
didn't want to know her personal life when it got uncomfortable. She
even stopped humping me for a few seconds, my perception of women adept
enough to take notice.
"Fran, the reason I don't want you to talk about that right now is
because you and I are having such a wonderful and sexy time, that I
don't want to ruin it with talk about those mean guys that abused you.
I never want to abuse you, so having sex . . . making love with you
shouldn't be interrupted by sad stories or tears. I promise we'll spend
some quiet time together so you and I can talk all about what happened,
and so we can come to terms with how that will affect the rest of your
life, or our lives if you stay with me. Do you think you understand,
Angel?"
She immediately threw herself at me, wrapped her arms as far around my
body as she could and pushed down onto my dick hard until she flinched,
the end of my cock pressing much too far in her tender womb. Fran then
uttered words that before tonight would have sounded insane.
"Mister? I don't care where we go or what your name is or anything like
that. All I know is I want to be with you any way I can, even if you
take all these other girls with us. If they want to be your girlfriends
too, then I won't mind one bit. You've been so sweet to me that I don't
ever want to leave you. In fact, you're the only guy that's ever been
this nice and honest with me, and I like it a whole bunch."
"Okay, Fran. If I can make this work, you can rest assured you're
coming with me."
"Thank you, sooo much. I truly love you for everything you've done for
me and the other girls. If you hadn't come along, I probably would have
been retired like some of the older girls that used to work here when I
turned twelve."
So, Jerkins wasn't telling the truth, huh?
"Listen, Angel. I need to talk to some of the other girls and I know
you're gonna see who they are, so just go back to your spot and lay
down. I know you're gonna be thinking about all the stuff that's gonna
happen soon, but you need to get some rest, okay?"
"Okay."
"By the way. Thanks for such a wonderful time. You feel so sexy and
hot inside that I would like to try this again, when you're old enough
to accept my asking next time."
"It's okay. You don't have to be all scared 'cause I don't have to do
this no more. We can do it just for fun and nobody else has to know."
"You'd let me make love with you again?"
"I sure hope so, 'cause I wanna show you everyday how much I want to
thank you for taking me away from this awful place."
I pulled her into my chest and gave her a nice slow squeeze, Fran
pushing down onto my dick again just hard enough to make me want her
again. When she pulled back slightly and gave me a sexy little grin, I
knew my suspicions were right.
"Fran, if you'll really let me do this again, then I'd like to wait
until after I get all the work taken care of first."
"Can I do it just a little bit more, please?"
Smiling at her was the perfect answer.
Fran slowly increased the speed and length of her strokes until she was
banging me much harder than she had before, her whimpers getting loud
enough to be noticed. To peak her, I decided to slip my right middle
finger between our bodies and roll her clitty around, her lips sucked
into her mouth and her eyes clamped tightly shut.
When she came this time, she looked as if she was bouncing down a long
flight of stairs on her ass, a regular, rhythmic and exaggerated series
of bucking thrusts into me. It felt so good for her to enjoy this
lovemaking, her vagina squeezing and massaging my cock with tight and
regular contractions. She wanted me to fill her a second time, but I
tenderly coaxed her to slow down so I could finish my paperwork. If we
got a chance to do this again, I was going to let her take her time and
make it last for hours.
It took a bit of work to clean us both up, but once my pants were in
place, I took her to lay down. A soft kiss was our last sexual act
before I stood back up.
Concluded in Chapter 4
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