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SoftLove.txt

A Soft Cock Can Provide Love

MF Mg+ FF
Cons, Rom, Coer, Pett, Oral, Extr Pedo, Pedo, Teen, Voy, Swap, Creampie,
Les

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Preface:

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 multiple underage girls, one of whom is a
preschooler.  If you are the least offended by physical contact of a
sexual nature between an adult man and young female children, then
delete this file and be on your way.  There will be no pity taken on or
comments accepted from anyone that does not heed this warning.

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.

This adult erotic work is a literary exercise in the complete absence of
any dialog between the characters (IE, a narrative), has very limited
identification of individuals by name, and contains extended use of
pronouns or titles instead.  I welcome any and all comments about the
work, the style, and the feelings that were engendered while it was
being read.

Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk and do not be surprised if
you find yourself aroused.

Rewdius, et al.

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Prologue:

If anyone ever told me that I'd willingly give up my lifetime supply of
erectile dysfunction prescriptions, I'd have told them to go back to
thumping their bible and leave me the fuck alone.  But when an uncommon
opportunity arose that afforded me tremendous financial and emotional
freedom with all sorts of special benefits, I just couldn't turn it
down.

After I was offered a very lucrative job for very special bosses with
lots of stipulations, I couldn't believe I was signing away my right to
privacy and contact with any unapproved prescription medications.  For
the record, I don't regret a single day since that last time I had a
rock hard erection or having decided to remain soft for many years, and
I look forward to staying this way for as long as she needs me to.

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Someone in my growing circle of highly selective and anxious lovers let
it leak out that I was using chemical assistance for my sexual prowess,
and before too long I had more offers from horny women than I could
believe, or accommodate.  But after screwing and stroking one pussy
after another until it became routine, it was no longer satisfying
because there was a genuine tenderness and affection missing from my
frequent nights of passionate touching, licking, sucking, and fucking.
I needed something more, a change, a new way of being satisfied that
didn't involve a woman's need to flail away at my cock with her mouth,
pussy, and ass until I was raw and very tired.  I didn't know what that
was at the time, but I knew I needed a type of enhancement to my life
that I wasn't already affected with.

Having sex was still very enjoyable, but without genuine affection and
deep emotional satisfaction, I actually grew bored and lost most of my
youthful enthusiasm.  That alone might have been enough to make me want
to give up on any future 'dates', but my cock still needed a good
stroking at least twice or three times a week, and none of my regular
lovers minded a brainless fuck when I agreed to the terms of their
interoffice messages or a paper note placed in my in-box.  My normal
response would be to post a yellow sticky with the time of the original
request on the lamp over my office cubicle so whomever was first in line
knew she had dibs on 'The Titanium Rocket'.

Along the way, I met a lot of empty souls that wanted someone to hang
onto desperately and was more in need of affection and support than I
was willing to supply.  Even though I craved someone to genuinely love
and cherish, I had no desire to help so many previously 'hurt' women use
me as their recovery mechanism just so they could rebound into another
man's bed.  After the first few ladies tried to get me locked into a
more permanent relationship so they could feel more secure, I knew I
needed to select my lovers a bit more carefully from then on.

It was a very lovely and not so lonely woman slightly outside my normal
circle of partners, and a far cry from many of the 'cling-ons' that I'd
been fighting off for months, who coaxed me into asking her to my
private hot tub on a Friday evening.  After some very open discussions
about how I got my moniker 'the armor piercing cock', she did her best
to convince me that there were 'other ways' to deal with my 'condition'.
I figured she was after what all the other women wanted and kept my
guard up the whole time, until she very casually informed me that she
had no need for a long lasting bond with anyone.  She very bluntly told
me that her female partner was the one that gave her all the emotional
and psychological satisfaction she craved.  My participation in any
after hours meeting was strictly for fun and sexual pleasure and there
would be no commitments or long term obligations, even if we grew close.

So, with my heart still locked snugly inside my chest and my security
system on full alert, I invited her to my place for an evening of quiet
conversation, a catered candlelit dinner, a mutual hot-oil massage, a
long soak in my hot tub, and then as much sex as she could handle.  It
didn't take her long after I was softly rubbing her 'the right way' with
some herb infused hot oil for her to moan into my ear that she still
coveted a man's touch, her lover good, but a man just the thing to bring
some spice into her life that a younger woman couldn't provide.

Once we were chest deep in my floral scented hot water cauldron of sex,
her sensual voice drilled deep into my head with plenty of lurid phrases
as she slowly undulated her hips onto mine and milked my shaved cock
with her equally glabrescent vulva.  She really knew how to fuck and
spared no effort in sharing every measure of her ambition, hunger,
desire, and strength.  It had taken quite a few women in my life to make
an accurate determination, but this one was placed very high on the list
of those that would have a return invitation for long hours of soft
words and hard sex.

She was so good at her ability to break down every carefully crafted
wall I had created that she eventually got me to tell her that I liked
my women slightly chubby, completely hairless, and eager to enjoy lots
of special play time that more stodgy and dull women might not enjoy.
She understood what that meant quicker than I could have imagined, her
reply consisting of a long detailed story about how her lover was
actually much younger than she was.  She never came out and told me how
old or young her partner was, but from her carefully chosen words and
limited descriptions, I got the general idea that the younger woman's
parents would be very upset if they ever found out what my friend did to
her much younger lover when they were alone and in bed many evenings.

After that, she and I had a number of enjoyable weekends together, with
sex, long talks, lots of tender touching, and even some very rewarding
hours just laying next to each other with nothing else on our minds but
gentleness.  It was during one of those soft conversations with both of
us joined in coital pleasure and softly undulating into each other very
slowly that she told me about someone that needed a man with 'my special
skills'.  I thought for sure she was talking about a male escort service
or prostitution ring, so I was more than a little suspicious of her need
to introduce me to her 'friend'.

Over the course of the next few visits, she provided a little more data
about the 'person' that needed someone like me as a permanent partner,
but she never really offered anything concrete.  As hard as she tried to
sound relaxed and casual, I could tell she was struggling to get me to
ask her questions and appear increasingly anxious to want to know more.
After a dozen weekends together, she was able to coax me into venturing
a few tentative queries about who I might be paired up with.

Once she saw that I was engaged, but not in the marital manner, her next
reaction was far more relaxed and confident than I was prepared for, the
tone of her voice as if she was at last able to be in complete control.
But instead of telling me more or affording me plenty of data about my
intended partner, she clammed up and assured me that she could set up a
special meeting with a private medical testing service to work out just
how serious my erectile dysfunction was.

That's when all the bright red flags went up and I knew it sounded like
something that I would regret for the rest of my life.  I immediately
rescinded my interest and hinted that our relationship might also need
to be terminated, just to level the playing field.  My creative lover
immediately tried to back step her position and make it look as if I was
being overly sensitive about what most men have to go through at some
time in their life, but I was the one with the concrete cock and knew
who to fuck and who to say goodbye to.

Gently hinting that she needed to find herself a new way to satisfy her
coital requirements pretty much sealed the deal that day and I almost
kicked her out of my place.  But she did her best and changed her tune
until she finally spilled her heart out and told me that the deal was
legitimate and only a man with a true erectile dysfunction would be
considered for a lifetime job that any 'special lover' would crave.

My eyebrows being raised at her and an expression of shock pretty much
confirmed that we were on the same wavelength, but I knew to keep my
passions secret.  What I enjoyed from my youth was skillfully and always
passionately protected from observation and detection.  A woman's body
was a nice tool, but I wouldn't allow one to come between my lust and my
freedom.  She seemed to understand just how determined I was at keeping
my ideas safely locked in my head, so she didn't specifically ask any
questions that I'd refuse to answer.

We kept throwing hints at each other back and forth but never actually
came out and said what we were both thinking, but it was painfully
obvious that she knew what I liked, and I was just too damned smart to
admit it openly.  On an early Sunday afternoon about an hour before she
got dressed to go home, she finally told me to call a telephone number
to set up an interview appointment with that medical screening company
she'd already told me about.  She ended her gentle appeal with a comment
that I would truly love the 'tests' that would be conducted and the way
they were performed.  It wouldn't cost me anything and the results would
be kept strictly confidential, so all I had to lose was one relaxing
weekend.

The only major stipulation was that I had to lay off the little blue
pills for an entire week prior to my appointment, which told me that I'd
be out of action for a whole seven days.  When she saw my reaction, she
knelt between my knees, extracted my recently used cock, stroked and
then sucked me until I came two times fairly quickly.  Still quivering
from my most recent orgasm, she promised to be my daily therapy partner
and take me into her mouth as much as I wanted even if I was as soft as
a bag of wet spaghetti.  All she had to do was suck me to cum one last
time that afternoon and I finally agreed.  In defiance of my own goals
and ambitions, I let my small and naturally useless head do the thinking
for me that afternoon.

Every evening until the interview on the following Monday, she did as
she promised and fellated me much more than any other woman had in my
past.  Her long and slow movements over my flaccid cock seemed as if she
thought I was a real challenge to her, and I grew to appreciate the
first of many changes to my life.  There was also a hidden desire that
seemed to be tightly masked inside her female mind to see if a man that
couldn't get it up unless he used chemical methods could be stimulated
enough to get hard if she kept up constant tactile titillation.  It felt
strangely new and pleasant to be the recipient of such a well conceived
and loving blow job when my cock wasn't throbbing and as firm as my meds
normally made me.

I was able to feel things that I had forgotten I enjoyed before I became
the owner of a concrete cock with my veins popping out and the skin so
tight around my penis that at times it actually hurt.  In fact, I liked
the way her mouth felt around my penis so much that I encouraged her to
shift over my body into an almost continuous '69' until very late every
night that week.  She loved the slower oral stimulation and I craved the
continuous penile exhilaration that I got when I was young and virile.
Whether she was trying to convince me to give up my pills or not, my
mind was slowly being led away from the pulsating distress of an over
inflated dick toward the much more satisfying effect of genuine
stimulation and slower and a more highly enriching union.

By the time I was on my way to my mysterious Monday appointment, I was a
very different person and anxious to know how I could be of assistance
to some still unnamed person.  As soon as I walked through the door at
an upscale medical clinic, I knew I wasn't going to regret my first
meeting.  The decor was stylish, the location envied, the entire staff
incredibly courteous, and the whole feel as if I were some kind of
Hollywood celebrity or corporate mogul.

After the typical forms were presented and filled out, I sat down with a
very attractive young woman that spoke candidly about the severity of my
condition and if I had ever considered accepting my natural lack of
virility in favor of a prosperous lifestyle with less sexual stress.
Her views were well thought out, carefully and eloquently shared, and
seemed to provide a calming effect on my ordinarily troubled mind.  It
was only after I was nodding and smiling back at her near the end of the
interview that she withdrew the first of a series of test procedure
forms that I needed to review and then sign if I was to be accepted for
the next round of analysis.

When I began to read over what I was going to do, or more to the point,
what I was going to be subjected to, my eyes widened, my heart raced,
and I felt a gentle tingle between my thighs that told me I would have
been rock hard if I had taken a pill an hour or two before.  As hard as
it was to believe, I was to be hooked up to a whole array of electronic
instruments and then asked to watch over six hours of the best and
hottest XXX porn that I could buy, if I could have afforded it.  When I
asked what I could view, she told me anything that I wanted, even movies
that were on the edge of legal acceptability.  Nothing was considered
out of bounds during the testing phase, since every man achieves his
maximum arousal with very different stimuli, and visual and audible
input is the most common form of initial male incentives.

After my initial video selections were made, their electronic equipment
would be used to analyze the results down to the single frame of the
image being displayed.  They would then refine the next set of images or
videos until my body's reaction was piqued and I was at my maximum level
of sexual stimulation.  It sounded daunting and quite invasive, but them
finding out about my hidden desired didn't sound too dangerous.  Beside
the fact that they most likely wouldn't have my real interest available
for me to watch, I didn't feel I'd need to be concerned about them
'outing' me to the cops.

If I agreed to release the testing firm from any liability and signed a
whole stack of release forms, I could be scheduled for my tests very
soon.  That just happened to be at the end of that week.  My first
'test' was to be conducted on the next Saturday morning with all of my
tests completed by the end of the weekend so I wouldn't miss work or any
social engagements that I might have scheduled.  By the time I put the
description of that first analysis down, I would have been a fool to
want to spend my weekend any other way.

My arrival the following Saturday morning was not nearly as exciting as
I had expected, no banners greeting me as I walked up to the entrance,
no crowd to cheer me on as I crossed the threshold, and only the same
lovely young female nurse practitioner gently encouraging me through the
door.  After we shook hands, smiled, and shared traditional greetings,
she led me to the room where I'd sleep and relax before and after each
test.  She then helped me put my overnight bag away and get changed into
the typical open-back gown that I anticipated everyone wore at a medical
clinic or hospital.  Fortunately, she also gave me a second modesty gown
to be worn backward so I had total privacy as I walked in my sandaled
bare feet to the examination theater.

The room was tremendously spectacular, because I saw a whole wall of
high tech gadgetry and wires over a long counter that also had all sorts
of nice 'toys' to choose from for the test subjects.  The furniture for
the lab techs was typical of any modern research facility, but the many
appointments and fittings for the nervous test subject were very cushy
and looked comfortable enough to take a very long nap in.  Of course,
sleeping didn't appear to be the primary goal with so many pieces of
phallic and vaginal hardware laying around, so I reformed my opinion and
assumed everything needed to be very plush and 'forgiving' while tests
were being conducted.

The first thing that happened was the same lovely young female research
assistant helping me to completely undress.  Yes, I was embarrassed at
her very casual and medical demeanor as I was helped free of my borrowed
garments, but I fully understood what I was there for and had no reason
to be that frightened or ashamed of my 'condition'.  Still, being
stripped by a much younger woman that looked hot enough to fuck when I
was on my meds made my heart beat a little bit faster.

For the first thirty minutes, measurements were made, photographs taken,
and then specific electrical spots located and then mapped all over my
head and body.  After that, a whole handful of thin and brightly colored
wires was selectively installed at the previously determined points with
tiny adhesive pads and dabs of electrically conductive gel.  Once
everything was in position and all the wires carefully gathered and
snaked over my left shoulder, I was allowed to assume a reclining
posture in one extremely luxurious piece of medical test equipment.

The next thirty minutes were spent conducting question and answer tests
while I stared at a huge plasma TV monitor and watched a series of photo
stills that seemed disconnected and completely random.  Then I was asked
all sorts of typical stuff about my sex life while much racier images
flew past with increasing erotic intent until I stopped answering their
many queries.  Once they regained my attention, the dialed back the
'eroto-meter' and asked me a lot more about my past, my goals, what
frightened me, and what I wanted but couldn't have.

Then they dialed my interest back up a dozen notches when they showed a
series of images of women slowly decreasing in age until I saw little
girls no more than two years old standing quite innocently in the nude
over a water sprinkler.  That's when they asked a direct series of very
personal questions about how young an acceptable sex partner was, if I
had ever shared a physical relationship with someone under age, if I
would refuse the offer of one if I was completely protected from any
form of legal prosecution if the other party consented, and then if I
thought answering lots of questions about sex with little girls made me
feel the least bit nervous.

We all had a real chuckle for half a minute as they zoomed one camera
into my face and illustrated a bright crimson blush on the huge monitor
in front of me.  I looked like I had gotten very sunburned the day
before and felt very self conscious about having my deepest secrets
slowly peeled back for some medical experiment.  My nervous mug was
removed from view, the tests resumed, and another series of more
traditional psychological questions asked.  I was queried about ethics,
morality, civility, decency, and then chastity.  Then the darker stuff
started with greed, desire, passion, perversion, and finally completely
uninhibited lust.

By the time the Q&A part was over with, I was genuinely tired.  I was
offered some very tasty but bland food and as much cold purified water
as I wanted.  I quickly realized that they didn't want the next battery
of tests to be biased by what I had consumed, where I assumed the truly
detailed mental and physical probing would begin.

After dual three hour sessions of the sexiest, nastiest, and incredibly
indecent movies I'd ever seen with a very well appointed lunch between,
my poor little wanker never once moved or made any attempt to become the
slightest enlarged.  Even a few gentle caresses every once in a while by
one of the female nurses to measure with a sonogram probe to see if my
penis had the appropriate amount of blood flowing through my veins and
arteries along the base never did anything but make my face blush and
then grow a smile on my lips.  Other than that, my poor old cock just
lay there weakly.

It had already been an incredible day, but I was asked if I might like
to try some more if I was up to it, since I was already hooked up and
could either call it off for the day or just lay back and enjoy the
ride.  Of course I eagerly said 'yes' and anticipated at least three
more hours of the best video I could never afford.

The next test was for me to watch more highly perverse and extremely
erotic movies interspersed with a few that showed young girls that had
to be below the legal age limit.  Their tender breasts were undeveloped
and exhibited the gentle curves of a young teen or even a preteen, and
their glabrous and plump vulvas revealed the newness and freshness that
older women no longer possessed.  The fact that those few movies were of
legal naturist or nudist camps in various parts of the world might have
excused them from being arrested for showing them to me, but if they
were in MY collection and anyone knew about it, I'd be thrown in jail
for sure!

In spite of my incredibly rapid heart rate, deep breathing, very low
Galvanic Skin Resistance readings, and profuse sweating, my penis
remained completely unaffected and lie limp in my lap as if I was in
church and being chastised for thinking about sex.  I had to ask for
something to drink twice during that phase of the test, each time
provided with an ice cold glass of very pure water.  It was almost more
than I could take when the last nude preteen with a smiling face blew me
a kiss on the screen.  I needed to go masturbate immediately after they
unhooked me from all the testing equipment and they must have known
where I was headed because nobody asked where I was going.  My former
medical assistant never followed to find out either.

I had a wonderful dinner in a spacious dining area specifically for
patients that were intentionally isolated from the outside world, but I
never felt like a lab rat at any time.  After that, I was allowed to
relax in a sauna, take a long swim, get a workout on some impressive gym
equipment, showered, and then relaxed in front of a large screen plasma
TV that made anything I could have purchased seem puny.  I slept very
well that night and had almost continuous erotic dreams until I woke up
with spooge filled shorts.

The succeeding test on Sunday was even more provocative than the last,
the same study room with comfortable surroundings and a very cozy
recliner for me to sit in after I was all wired up.  As soon as I was
left alone completely in the nude by my attractive female nurse, three
gorgeous young college age women strut through the door wearing what
could best be called the most wicked 'Come Fuck Me' outfits I could have
dreamed up.

They greeted me by my first name with broad smiles on their faces and a
look in their eyes that seemed to express an awareness that I had just
won the lottery and needed to get rid of some cash.  Rather than just
throw themselves at me, two sat on the wide arms of the recliner close
enough to me that I could feel their bare thighs against my arms and
their barely covered firm breasts along my cheeks.  The third took up a
position between my feet and worked her way all the way to an inch of my
still disinterested cock.

They spoke in very soft and erotic tones about all the stuff they wanted
to do with an 'experienced' man that needed lots of 'special attention',
each of their suggestions imparted in such a way that I had to agree to
what they offered before they would continue with their line of lurid
talk.  By the time they undid their tops and showed that they needed
absolutely no bra at all because of their perfect symmetry and firmness,
I was ready to tell them my Social Security, driver's license, and bank
account numbers.  When they peeled their miniskirts or mini shorts down
and displayed the plump and bald sweetness that I had always fantasized
about from my teen years, I was almost ready to pass out, and yet my
poor old dick just lay there helpless and still.

Imagine how I felt when each of them began to gently fondle and caress
every portion of my body with their hands first, then their bodies, then
their cheeks, and finally their lips and tongues.  They kissed, touched,
and played with me and then did their best to encourage me to fuck them
by masturbating me with their soft and mature hands in rhythmic and
incredibly satisfying movements, and then licked and fellated me to gain
any measure of hardness, but still nothing.  It wasn't long before I was
tonguing one of them, masturbating a second with my fingers and thumb,
and getting a supreme blow job by a very young but perfectly legal
contestant number three.

They tried everything they could to encourage some movement or display
of hardness, but they got nothing except lots of sweat, saliva, precum,
semen, and smiles from me.  That test didn't last as long as the three
previous video versions, but with multiple forms of tactile arousal for
over two hours, I was actually glad the test didn't proceed any further
than that.  After everything was over, I felt exhausted but incredibly
satisfied.  For the first time since I had lost my ability to have an
erection on my own, I was able to accept my future with a genuine sense
that I could live without the pills, so long as I could please my female
friend in some manner so she would feel sated, and then for me to be
completely pleased without any inhibitions, humiliation, or mockery.

I enjoyed a very long and specially catered five course midday meal with
those very sexy young college age ladies, each of them quite cultured,
sophisticated, well spoken, and eating at our see-through table wearing
nothing at all.  As much as I had dreamed of this very scenario all of
my adult life, there was absolutely no outward evidence that I had sex
on my mind other than where I was constantly looking.

We ended the late afternoon with a very long soak in a private whirlpool
tub typically used for burn patients with my hands going places that
might normally be considered inappropriate in a medical facility.  By
the time they left, I had their names, phone numbers, and offers to come
visit me if I ever decided to 'get back on the pill'.

My last requirement before I left was to meet with the female counselor
that had initially greeted me and then helped me with the tests.  She
reviewed lots of data with me displaying chart after chart about my
body's reaction to various forms of visual, auditory, nasal, lingual,
and tactile stimuli.  I was truly impressed with the broad battery of
information she was willing to share, and I was especially pleased when
she handed me my own personal copies of everything that had been
learned.  I might never use the information for anything constructive,
but it certainly was an interesting souvenir for a nice weekend of sex.

Her summary related how severe my condition really was and she then told
me that my 'condition' would grant me highest level of security access
to a very discriminating patron that needed someone like me around.  As
was previously described, none of the information they gathered about me
would be made public, nor would any of it be used in any way for legal
prosecution.  The tests were for a specific purposed paid for by a
highly educated and well-heeled potential employer that had a strong
need to be thorough.

But before I could accept the position, I'd have to agree to have weekly
blood and urine tests for the rest of my life to check for any use of
male sexual enhancement drugs of any kind, whether they were over the
counter or prescription, for any promiscuous sexual relations with any
women or men, and as a gauge for my health and well being.  A single
needle stick once a week didn't sound so bad, so that part of my future
assignment wasn't a major stumbling block.

To add to the unbelievable offer, my pay would be commensurate with my
last management position with all medical, dental, vision, retirement,
and vacation options provided.  My free time would be somewhat limited
at first because of the amount of training required, but as my duties
grew less challenging, I would have a greater degree of freedom to go on
longer and more elaborate vacations around the world, all expenses paid.

The more she talked, the better it sounded.  Again, the red flags went
up in the air and alarm bells rang in my ears louder than any hot real
estate deal I might have been talked into.  But when she saw the doubt
in my eyes, she pulled out a well defined and very clearly detailed
contract that provided for an early exit bonus if I felt my role hadn't
been completely explained, and a 'golden parachute' clause that was far
more generous than anything my bosses ever talked about.  She even let
me take one of the contracts home with me so I could read through it
section by section and line by line until I was satisfied.

I did a lot of reading that Sunday night.

It took a week for me to think long and hard (no pun intended) about my
financial future all for the sake of my flaccid cock, and for the big
buckets of cash that might soon come raining from the sky.  The deal
kept sounding too good, until I went back and challenged my concerns
with the recently read and re-read contract.  I even began to write my
worries down so I could examine them in tremendous detail and consider
every angle before I would cross it off the page.

By the time I had pulled off six pages of questions or concerns that had
been lined all the way through, I knew I couldn't be wrong.  At least, I
hoped it!  Once I made my mind up, I phoned the medical clinic, told
them I was 'in', and was then told to just sit back for a minute until
the phone rang.  That's when I began to truly sweat.  I was sure the
cops would come bursting the front door in and haul my ass off to jail
for some perverse thought crime or future heinous act they predicted.

When the phone rang, I actually jumped.

I spoke to a very cultured and well-bred man that sounded about fifteen
years younger than me.  He explained that he was incredibly wealthy, was
married to a beautiful woman, and had a single child that was to be my
primary assignment and full time responsibility.  When she wasn't doing
something with her folks privately, she'd be under my competent control
and would be required to obey all of the same rules that I would be
confined by.

My first mental image was of a spoiled little rich brat with thousand
dollar chic eye wear, gold plated braces, in better shape than I was,
and with an attitude that needed a grown man to control.  My second
thought was of a long line of battered and broken child care
professionals that were littering the sides of some social road that I
might soon become aware of.  My third concern was for my safety the
first time my younger female 'playmate' tried to do something horribly
risqué and then pin it on me that I was molesting or trying to rape her.
Those red flags kept waving higher and harder in my head until I
couldn't hear the man speak.

It was only a deathly silence that forced me to become aware that I
wasn't nearly as attentive as I should have been, my future employer
concerned that I might have died or gone deaf and mute during the last
few minutes of our conversation.  When I told him that I was just a bit
overwhelmed by the magnitude of the assignment, he reassured me that the
benefits would far outweigh the problems.  Once I agreed to the deal and
signed three copies of the same contract, I'd be able to keep one for my
own records and would then be paid a year's salary to any bank account
of my choosing on the spot.  If I didn't fulfill my part of the bargain,
the terms of the contract would be used to determine just how much of
the money I was initially paid would remain under my control.

I actually heard myself tell a virtual stranger whom I'd never spoken to
before that evening that I accepted his terms.  Before the end of the
phone call, I was provided with all the details of my first class flight
all the way across the country, and that I'd only need to bring a week's
worth of comfortable clothes and any cherished personal possessions that
would fit in a fairly large suitcase.  Everything else would be provided
for me and I would want for nothing for the rest of my life.  I tried to
remember what color the flags were that had been so anxiously waved in
my head but forgot every worry I might have started with.

Walking into my bosses' office and handing him my immediate resignation
letter the next morning was something that I'd wanted to do for years.
The look on his face was almost better than the financial terms of the
deal that I was still really concerned about, his mouth open, eyes wide,
and a look of utter horror all over his scruffy mug.  To add insult to
injury, I walked back to my cubicle, pulled each desk drawer out, poured
the contents into a large pile in the middle of the aisle that served
four quads of cubicles like mine, and then considered lighting a match.
But that would have been cruel to all of the people that I had worked
with for so long and just left everything where it lay as I went from
one area to the next, hugging and even kissing a number of the women
openly.

The guys thought I had gone completely insane, the women were horrified
but excited, and the security team was already on their way so I had to
make one last open handed salute to my boss and his management team as I
walked toward the elevator doors.  My elevator arrived before the one
that had five very well trained bruisers in rental uniforms did, so by
the time they figured out I was already gone, they lost any chance to
catch up to me.

I had never sold a piece of real estate in one day before, but since I
was no longer required to keep it, I got the most I could from one very
shrewd broker, made quite a bit on the increase in value from the time I
bought it, and walked away with an equity check in my hand and his
filled with my released deed.  It took me only three days to empty my
place of all its contents, except for those few items that I was going
to take with me.  It had to have looked like a wild riot when I held an
impromptu garage sale, with lots of different colored stickers affixed
to anything that could move, and even some things that couldn't.  I even
sold my car to a couple that needed some transportation badly enough to
get the poor guy to his job after his old rust bucket had finally died.

The only thing left to do after I had the telephone line cut, the water
turned off, and the gas and electric shut down was to hand the broker
the half dozen keys I had and walk toward a limo for a trip to my
waiting first class jet ride.  I walked with an air of confidence I'd
never known before, even while I was pleasuring some of the most
attractive and sexually amazing women I'd ever known.  Nothing compared
to the feeling of freedom in my chest as I handed the sharp dressed limo
driver my suitcase as he opened my door and I took a seat in the rear
for a one way trip to my future.

As soon as I got to the airport, I was attended to like some member of a
royal family or rock group.  A whole line of people seemed anxious to be
of service to me as I was escorted in a small electric cart to the
Admiral's Lounge before the seating call was announced.  I enjoyed a
lovely four course evening meal including sparkling American white wine
with a few other waiting passengers.  I was then handed a fine cigar
that tasted every bit of fifteen years old from a country that the USA
had no formal ties to, political, or economic relations with.

After an almost interminable wait, we were seated on the plane by
smartly outfitted staff and then quickly afforded one last glass of
bubbly before our pillows and blankets were distributed.  I got to sit
next to a very lovely teen girl traveling with her folks to Europe, her
manners and deportment far from what I was anticipating from my newest
employers' own child.  We shared whole yarns about where she'd been,
where I was going, what music we liked, a few stifled comments about
religion and politics, and then some hushed views about how some of the
boys in her private school had recently shown her what kissing was all
about.

I made a number of somewhat innocent but certainly leading points about
the various aspects of lingual and labial entertainment to which she
blushed but leaned closer to hear more.  When I felt her gently caress
the top of my hand under the protection of my blanket, I realized my new
life was different and my old one was forever banished into oblivion.
When she hinted that the armrest could be raised up out of the way so
our seats could be shared a little, I smiled and watched as she did her
best not to look overly anxious and very obvious.

Even as the jet began to rumble down the runway, my anxious fellow rider
slowly shifted her appendage over my left hand, gently lacing her short
digits into mine for a very brave first handhold with a stranger as her
parents busied themselves with deadlines, destinations, and dollar
exchange rates.  Her eyes were locked tightly to mine as the plane
leaned back and then rose into the air in a series of roller coaster
lurches that sent our tummies quivering and huge smiles on our faces.  I
felt like a teen boy all over again as we innocently played with each
others' digits under the protection of my blanket, her chest heaving
fairly earnestly and her heart rate elevated enough that I could see her
pulse in her slender neck.

We hadn't been in the air for more than five minutes when she asked if
she could lean against me because she was a little tired from their
trip.  All I had to do was look around her face and take a quick glance
at her folks for her to snap her head around and then back.  She very
confidently told me that as long as she wasn't worried about me or my
intentions, her parents wouldn't assume anything that wouldn't be
acceptable on a modern twenty first century conveyance.  Hearing that, I
nodded to her and smiled, and then leaned back so she had an adequate
place to rest her lovely head.

I hadn't even been introduced to her parents and by the time she was
leaning rather ardently into my left shoulder, her right hand tugged my
left up onto her thigh.  I knew it was a hint that she might want her
first older 'lover' to do something rather provocative, so I gently
began to shift my fingertips back and forth over her soft limb as if I
was doing nothing more than gently caressing her to sleep.  The opposite
was actually the case, because I saw her turn her head very slightly a
few times to see if her folks could see what we were up to.  What she
didn't become aware of until the last moment was how carefully I was
able to work the fabric of her school uniform skirt up her thigh until
she felt the warmth of my fingertips caress her bare leg.

My hand wasn't in danger of actually touching anything very personal,
since I was over four inches away from her hips and panties.  But the
feel of her soft silken limb still echoed an eternity in my soul, that
smooth satiny warmth of a young girl's body unlike any other skin in the
world.  Strangely she didn't assume my actions as crude or vulgar,
because I felt her begin to tug on my hand slightly and pull it higher
up her thigh.  She tried to mask her movements with the few lurches and
shimmies of the jet as we traveled through brief patches of turbulence,
but there was no mistaking the steady force being applied to my hand by
a young teen that wanted to learn a lot in a six hour plane ride.

As soon as the pilot got our attention for a brief announcement about
our altitude, airspeed, and anticipated flight time, he dimmed the main
lights and turned the seat belt light off.  Since someone had already
turned the over head lights on for us, either I needed to reach up and
turn them off or my actions under the blanket might be discovered.  The
fact that I chose to extract my fingers from her small hand and then
extend my arm forward and up to hit the light buttons was met with some
resistance and dismay, but once I had darkened our surroundings, my
young fellow passenger seemed to appreciate my thought process and let a
cute grin escape.

Rather than act boldly and put my hand where it had just come from, I
first straightened her blanket slightly so she was more completely
covered around her shoulders and under her chin, and then fashioned my
warm covering so my body was equally hidden.  After I stopped moving I
let my hand come to rest on the seat between us, less than an inch from
the outside of her right thigh and approximately at the same height up
her leg when I drew my appendage away.

She looked over toward her parents who had also darkened the area and
were equally enveloped under cover of fashionable warmth and she then
began to search for the location of my hand.  When she found it, I felt
her flinch slightly but she tried to hide her level of surprise.  To
make it a fun game for her, I rotated my hand so it was palm up and then
let her lace her fingers into mine so we were genuinely holding hands.

Her palm was sweaty and hot which told me that she was a real coquette
and liked to be daring, even if holding hands wasn't necessarily that
risky during a brief anonymous adventure in the air.  Instead of letting
our hands just come together, I tenderly caressed the back of her
fingers with my thumb and lightly stimulated her flesh with the
sensation of lurid curiosity.  When I saw her shudder and felt a whole
wave of goose bumps shoot across her arm, I knew she was a lot more
innocent than she might have wanted me to believe.

Her need was growing at a logarithmic rate as each second ticked by and
while I softly stroked her small hand.  When I felt her withdraw from
our grasp, I was sure I had finally crossed some predetermined but
unspoken line that signaled our adventure over.  But instead of
completely pulling away, she took hold of my hand, turned it over, and
then she lay the palm of her hand over the back of mine as she had
before.  Tucking her fingertips between my digits, she gripped my
appendage and then carefully shifted it closer to her leg until I felt
her push my fingers into the side of her limb.  She was openly telling
me that I was supposed to touch her some more, so I extended my index
and middle fingers and slowly drew a series of repeated arcs along the
softness of her skirt.

The fact that her uniform was hampering my touch was met by yet another
round of bold moves, her left hand shifted under the blanket and tugging
the material of her clothes high enough for my fingers to finally come
into contact with her bare flesh.  The moment my skin brushed hers, she
gasped slightly but was in enough control that nobody else noticed.  My
fingertips repeated their loving explorations with increased confidence
until I felt her shove my hand into her leg again.  That was my cue to
take it to the next level.

Pretending to 'walk' my fingers up onto her leg under the cover of
darkness and the protection of the blanket made her giggle a little bit
and then shudder once more.  I only stopped my telephone book styled
gait when my hand was resting over the top of her bare thigh.  That's
when I gently brought my hand onto the intense heat of her velvety
epidermis and extended my fingers and thumb to claim the first of my
newest conquests.  For about a minute, all I did was extend and retract
my digits and softly caress her skin, the hint being sent but the
message probably being lost because of information overload.

I was again proved wrong when I felt her pull on my hand again, this
time down along the inside of her right thigh.  Keeping a steady pace of
gentle sweeps of my hand, I maintained a cadence that would allow her to
make the first move if she was brave enough.  It was while my pinky and
ring finger were extended as far out as I could get them when I felt the
silky smoothness of her panties, but she didn't stop tugging on my hand
and drew me in closer to her pud and further between her legs.  She only
stopped when I intentionally reached down amidst her supple limbs and
gave her a very firm squeeze, the outside of my pinky finger pushing
into that magic zone of heartthrobs and heartaches.

My least significant digit was the only one moving for a minute as I
swept it back and forth between her thighs, the fullness of her pantied
pud gingerly explored until she gave me my next wordless instruction.
It came when she splayed her thighs ever so slowly but with the stern
conviction of a woman with a mission.  As soon as her limbs were just
far enough apart so I had enough access, I turned my hand and slipped it
completely over her covered cunny, dipping my middle finger far enough
under so I could feel the cool slippery evidence of a young maiden's
dew.  She was so aroused that the whole of her panty gusset was soaked
through and slick with excitement.  That only made it easier for me to
wiggle my digit under and slip a little of her panties between her plump
nether lips.  The moment I felt her hips lurch forward, I knew she was
in desperate need of a mature teacher, and I was very well qualified to
show her the ropes.

Using a regular rhythm of up and down wiggles, I increased the force
against her panties until my fingertip was being hugged by more than her
labia majora.  In spite of the highly restrictive and confining nature
of her underpants, I was actually able to work the tip of my digit into
the outermost fringes of her vaginal opening.  By that time her hips
were undulating into the invader and she was so close to letting go that
I needed to either give her a break or finish my task.  Slowing my speed
and retrieving my digit wasn't what she wanted, a barely whispered 'No'
ushered forth in a high pitched and pitiful tone.

So she wanted to have a cum, eh?

I leaned my mouth as close to her right ear as I could and then
whispered some dangerous information straight into the brain of a teen
girl that I didn't even know.

I informed her that if I kept doing what I was, she was going to share a
wonderful tingle that would certainly cause her to whimper and moan, so
she'd either need to stop me or try her best to stifle her natural
inclination to call out during the ecstatic moment of rapture.  Her hand
pushing mine down and tight to her body was my clue that she thought she
was capable of controlling her vocalizations.

Fine!  A teen cum at thirty thousand feet it is, then.

Wiggling my fingers up under her skirt and then over the top edge of her
waistband panty elastic drew the next verbal gasp from her overexcited
body.  Slipping my fingertips confidently down inside her undergarment
took absolutely no strength and required no work at all.  I only stopped
my progress when the tip of my middle finger found that bald split that
I had hungered for since I was a horny teen.  But rather than cease my
movements altogether, I only reduced my progress down, curling my finger
in so I could claim my next prize.

The instant I found it, I knew I had a squealer under my grasp, a hint
of a high pitched whine sneaking out when I located her clitoris.  Her
hips thrust forward again and she tried to arch her body so the face of
her vulva was as open to me as she could make it.  For the next few
minutes I slowly but very firmly rolled and tweaked her nubbin with her
involuntary thrusts increasing until I knew she was at the precipice of
one very animated teenage orgasm.  In order to scare her out of wanting
this sort of thing from just any nameless brute, I figured I needed to
claim the last of my trophies and worked my fingertip down that natural
alignment guide until I was again at her vaginal opening, this time with
nothing between me and her but her slick and sticky nectar.

In a move I'd only fantasized about in hundreds of wet dreams, I hooked
my digit under and then slowly wiggled until half of my finger vanished
from the warm air inside her panties and under the blanket into the 100
degree heat of a young girl's fresh and hungry body.  There was far less
resistance than I had anticipated and her pussy seemed far more flexible
than any young teen I had ever remembered, so I kept pushing further in
as I applied increasing pressure to her clitoris with the inside of my
palm.  Her gyrations increased again, but she still wasn't at the summit
of sexual pleasure, so I journeyed on like a determined explorer in a
new and virgin land.

That spongy mass of fat, nerves, and blood vessels told me that I had
found her Grafenburg spot, so I determined its dimensions with my digit
and planned for one truly uplifting experience.  That's when I began to
grip my hand over her pud and wiggle the tip of my finger around inside
until I found her natural rhythm.  It didn't take long after that before
her thighs began to spasm and clench around my hand and her body jerked
and stuttered in some very unnatural shifts back and forth.  As much as
I had feared she'd squeal or scream in ecstasy, all she did was grip my
hand with both of hers and convulse involuntarily for about four or five
minutes.  It might have been incredibly cruel to keep her going for so
long, but first time love affairs were always very special to me, and I
wanted her to remember this plane trip for the rest of her life.  I only
stopped masturbating her when I felt her lean much harder into my left
side, the painful awareness that I had made her completely pass out from
over stimulation only after she was helpless to resist.

Since she couldn't fight or prevent the removal of my finger and hand, I
quickly retrieved my appendage with an obvious <snap> of her panty
elastic and leaned just forward enough so she could use me as a support
until she was able to control her movements.  She recovered much sooner
than I had anticipated and when she realized my hand was no longer where
she wanted it, relocated my appendage and shoved it back inside her
panties and as far between her thighs as I could reach.  The message was
received and I returned to my task at hand, so to speak, my middle digit
once again slipping far too easily inside her vagina for round two, and
possibly more.

I gave her three cums before she was so wet that she needed to go to the
cramped potty and wipe herself.  With a whispered hint that her dampened
underwear needed to be wiped slightly drier and then a kiss on her ear,
she checked to see what her parents were doing.  After she confirmed
that both of them were sleeping with black eye masks on, she turned to
face me and then pressed her bee-stung lips into mine.  I actually
kissed her far more romantically than I expected while I rolled her
clitoris around in tighter and tighter circles until she had to break
our kiss so she could breathe.  That's when she whimpered that she
needed a little break for a few minutes so she could go pee.

Her blanket was only moved after I pulled her panties up and back into
place, then drew her skirt as far down her thighs as it might normally
go.  Once I was sure nobody could tell that she was soaked underneath,
she was permitted to rise to shaky legs and rubbery knees.  The jet
wasn't moving around enough for her to have to hold onto the backs of
each seat as she made her short way forward, but nobody else seemed to
know or care why she was so unsteady on her feet.

It was only then that I drew my middle finger into my mouth and savored
the tangy essence of a young girl in her sexual prime.  It took me a few
moments to fully grasp the mixture of flavors as my tongue sampled from
my digit, but once I had claimed everything that didn't belong to me, I
shuddered and knew I needed to go masturbate to relieve some tension.
The available potty was claimed, I extracted my limp but very sensitive
penis and masturbated to mental images of a young girl that I'd just
given a number of wonderful cums to.

By the time I had taken the edge off, straightened my clothes, and left
the cramped bathroom, my anxious partner was back in her seat and
grinning at me like the cat that wanted to eat the canary.  If she was
willing and I had the room, I might be tempted to coax her into letting
me eat her before we touched down.

Moments after I took my seat, she helped me arrange my blanket and then
intentionally shifted hers around to cover a greater area than before.
When she looked into my eyes, I knew she had more needs that had to be
attended to, so I looked around somewhat innocently and then pulled her
upper body over my lap slightly as if I wanted her to lie down.  She
released some tension on her seat belt and then followed my lead,
bringing her legs up onto the wide leather seat, leaning over into my
hips, and most likely worried that I wanted her to give me a blow job
But my goal was to pleasure her again, just using both hands this time.

Once she seemed comfortable enough, I shifted the blanket from around
her left side toward the top edge of the back seat so I had a small tent
formed between her body and her resting place.  That gave me all the
room I needed to slip my left hand around her hip and work her skirt up
her thighs until my fingers found that she had taken her panties off.
It took us a few moments to get our limbs oriented, but once she knew
where I was headed and how I wanted to get there, she lifted her left
knee to the back of her seat and splayed her thighs as far apart as she
could.  The only dangerous occurrence was when the blanket dropped from
the seat back to the top of her left knee.  All I had to do was tuck the
material between her leg and the soft leather and I could proceed.

There was absolutely no pretense to anything that I tried after that, my
hand landing quite confidently upon her naked and bald cunny and my
middle and index fingers tenderly exploring and also masturbating her.
My movements were calm and determined but never exhibited any lack of
respect for her highly aroused and tender flesh.  I finger fucked her a
few times, rolled and tweaked her clitoris a few times, played with and
fondled her labia majora, and then repeated the whole scene over and
over again until I felt her left hand isolate my movements to her slick
vagina.  Since she wanted another nice cum, I also brought my thumb into
play after I slipped my middle finger as far inside her body as I could.

For the next half hour I gently finger fucked and masturbated that sweet
teen's pussy over and over, the creative little minx slipping a few
clean tissues under my hand just before she had her next violent orgasm.
Once that one passed and I slowed my attack to a tender expression of
loving abuse, I slipped my right hand over her chest and tucked my
fingers over her left titty.  I was pleased that she wasn't wearing a
bra, even though I had seen the outline of one before.  Apparently
during her brief absence in the potty, she had stripped her underwear
off so I could touch as much of her body as possible in the short time
we had.

Her plum sized breasts were tipped with erect nipples that were ridged
and highly sensitive from arousal, and I wiggled my fingers down far
enough that I was able to tease my digits inside her button down top.
She even helped and undid about four buttons so I had more room, her
body shifted slightly closer to me so I had no trouble touching both of
her aching titties.

For the next hour all I did was play with her small breasts and lightly
masturbate her, not enough to encourage any more orgasms, but enough to
keep her hips undulating into my hand and my fingers very wet.

In the darkened cabin of our first class accommodations, she reached for
my face, pulled me closer to her mouth, and I kissed her for almost two
minutes straight without taking a breath.  Even though nobody could see
my actions, it was an incredibly stupid thing for me to do, because she
was but a baby and I was old enough to know better.

When our lips finally came apart, she tilted her head and pressed her
lips to my right ear so she could whisper to me.  That's when she told
me that I was the first man to ever give her such nice tingly feelings
and made her feel so special that she'd remember me for the rest of her
life.  I couldn't stop grinning for the next half hour and maintained my
soft and highly immoral tactile adventures under those blankets.  She
kept hinting that she had something she needed to say, so I withdrew my
left middle finger and just cupped her slick and steaming pussy.

She was invited to tell me anything she wanted to and then I gave her
another brief kiss.  That's when she told me that she'd been raped the
school year before by one of her older classmates, someone that she had
trusted to treat her well when she asked some very provocative questions
about being kissed.  I felt horribly guilty for violating the sanctity
of such a precious tender being and began to take my left hand away from
her naked pudendum, but she perceived my action before I was able to
complete it and clamped her hand over mine.  She immediately told me
that our sexual adventure had been the most loving, tender, and special
moments that she had ever dreamed of and there wasn't a single thing
that she would ever regret about what we had shared.

Her continuous tug against my hand was all the information I needed that
she understood what I had done and that she had approved of the whole
lurid affair.  My hand was again cupped over her bald pussy and my nasty
middle finger found its way down that natural alignment guide until I
worked it completely into its place of honor.

When I asked her how much she knew about her own body, she just shrugged
and kept quiet, so I began to give her a tactile lesson in anatomy in
the noisy confines of a jet plane flying over thirty thousand feet
through the subzero air outside.

I used my fingertip to point out each of her most sensitive erogenous
zones, whispered all of the official and many of the unofficial names,
with a few giggles as my reward for polluting her brain.  I then did the
same thing with her breasts, gently tickling around her nipple and
ridged areola.  Her heart was hammering in her chest the whole time and
her hips began to undulate once again, my bravery growing into foolish
imprudence and downright stupidity.

I checked the area around us a few times, waited until I couldn't any
longer, and then tugged her blanket from over her knee so I could lean
as far to my left and plant my mouth onto her slick pussy.

I have no idea how long I feasted on her vulva and licked wildly at her
clitoris, but one second was far too long in the open passenger area of
our first class accommodations.  It was only her next cum that brought
me out of my lusty haze, my tongue rooting around inside her vagina long
enough to sample from the source of her nectar until I could claim no
more, her grip of my ears so snug, I had no recollection of any sound
the whole time.  I could have been watched during the entire ordeal, but
when she finally allowed my head to be emancipated, we were still quite
alone in our promiscuous sexual activities.

There was one last adventure I needed to take and one final memento I
couldn't live without, so in the dim light from the reduced illumination
I tugged the blanket just far enough away from her body so I could see
that I had touched, fingered, masturbated, licked, and then tongued.
She looked absolutely gorgeous in her partial nakedness, her eyes bugged
out of her head at the prospect of such a daring maneuver.  But when I
looked into her eyes and smiled, she couldn't help but beam back at me
and then splay her thighs a little more so I had all the room I needed
to take one very long last look.

While I admired her glabrous beauty, I slipped that nasty middle finger
back inside her vagina as far as I could reach and then tucked my thumb
between her plump nether lips until her clitoris fell under my control.
I was well beyond any sense of intelligence as I openly masturbated her
like that, her slender hips undulating into my hand and her bottom lip
sucked deep between her pretty teeth.  It only took her about half a
minute before she had her next and most erotic cum, her body frozen in
place for a few seconds and then engulfed in an irregular series of wild
lurches and animated stutters.  After one last look around, I lowered my
face one last time and claimed as much of her essence as I could, a few
wide licks offered to sweep the area clean, and then three kisses on her
hairless pussy just to make her giggle.

After I hinted that we needed to get her dressed, she shook her head
side to side and then pulled my ear toward her mouth.  That's when she
told me that she wanted to give me her panties as a very intimate
souvenir of our have been together.  I grinned lewdly and then nodded,
accepted my trophy, stuffed them nervously into one pocket, took one
more look around, leaned over her naked hips again, and then practically
drilled my tongue into her overstimulated clitoris.  Her next cum
arrived too quickly for both of us and then passed without incident.
She was licked fairly dry, kissed a few times again, and then I pushed
the blanket back into place over her left knee.

But she had a little surprise for me, her head shifting side to side in
an attempt for me to check for privacy.  After I made certain that
nobody could see what she might do, I saw her tug the top of her blanket
down so she could show me that she had completely undone her blouse and
wanted me to see every feature of her small sexy breasts.  When she
unveiled those tender cones and erect points, I just sat there and
admired the delicate beauty of a teen girl that had far more guts than
sense.  I even lightly fondled and tweaked her nipples a few times, and
then cupped my hand over each small breast so I could temporarily claim
ownership of such precious flesh.  It was incredibly hard for me to bend
my body down, but where there was a prize like that in front of me, I
had a way of making it happen.  I was only able to suckle and lick her
right breast because of the limited space in our seat, but that was
plenty enough as my last sexual adventure with such a permissive little
girl.

After I removed my mouth from her tender breast and I had removed my
saliva from her skin, she whispered that she wanted to give me her bra
as well, but I told her that it was far too bulky to fit in my pants
pocket.  She insisted a second and then a third time, so I relented and
stuffed a teen girl's A-cup bra into my other pocket.  I fondled her a
few more times, flicked her nipples in a playful gesture, and then began
to refasten each of her buttons in plain view.  By the time I got all of
them in place, she looked a little disheveled but not raped.

She rose from my lap after unbuckling her seat belt, went to the potty
and returned a few moments later looking quite a bit more ladylike.  Her
hair and clothes were straightened and she assumed a perfectly normal
posture on her seat next to me.  She looked terribly saddened because
she knew our fun time was over, so I reached around her, pulled her into
my body so her back was against my left side, and then I tugged her
blanket over the outside of my arm after I wrapped my hand around her
slender waist.

Rather than express any further sexual interest, my embrace was meant
solely to illustrate a new bond that we could claim, if only to each
other and very much in private.  When she sighed and gripped my arm with
both of hers, I knew she was satisfied I had declared my love for her in
a very provocative but incredibly enjoyable manner.  She fell asleep in
my grasp a few minutes later, but I remained awake so I could tuck a few
fingers between her supple thighs a few more times for another sample of
her sweetness, and then slipped my other fingers inside the seam of her
blouse so I could gently fondle her titties.

When I saw our flight attendant walk past quickly toward the galley, I
knew it was time to change the location of my hands and wrap them around
my lovely playmate outside of the blanket.  I had just enough time to
settle my appendages into place when the same woman walked past again,
this time stopping long enough to smile at me, cup my tiny lover's chin,
and the continue on her way.  I was literally shaking in my seat at the
thought of how close I had come to being thrown into prison for having
had two or three hours of tactile sex with a minor.

A second and then a third flight attendant walked past our seats and a
few moments later the lights came up slightly.  When I heard them
working on breakfast, I knew I needed to encourage my sleeping partner
to stir so she wouldn't be chastised by her parents if they saw how I
was holding her.

In absolute deference of her age but in juxtaposition of civil and moral
laws, I slipped my left hand under the blanket for one last caress.  I
was able to give her a little tickle, dipped my digit all the way inside
her vagina one last time, and then lightly rolled her clitoris around.
That was all it took for her to finally stir, her legs clamped around my
hand in an autonomic reflex of protection.  When she realized who it was
trying to be nasty on a jet plane, she let my hand go and gently smacked
my arm lightly in a mock display of disapproval.  I cupped her whole
nude vulva, gave her a tight body squeeze, and then removed my hand.

I had just enough time to withdraw my appendage and help my young
playmate shift back into place when her parents removed their eye masks
and began to stretch.  Apparently the smell of coffee was more of a
stimulus than the smell of their daughter's tangy nectar, and I was very
glad for it.

She stared into my eyes for the longest time, completely and absolutely
in love with an older man.  I smiled at her and tenderly cupped her face
with my right hand, her head tilted into my palm and exhibiting the look
of a pet cat that loved being stroked.  It was while we were immersed in
our own private love affair that her mother reached across the aisle to
get her daughter's attention.  What we both thought was going to be a
harsh critical remark about my seemingly immoral manners was instead a
whispered comment about the young teen falling in love for the first
time.  With an intense crimson blush, her mother got a single highly
stifled nod and her hair tucked behind each ear.  It was the perfect
display of embarrassment and pride, the little girl now much more a
woman than ever before in her life.

As the sounds around us grew louder in intensity, I carried on a cross
aisle conversation with her folks, introducing myself and getting their
names in return.  We shared all sorts of information about where we were
going and how soon we'd return, my young heartthrob unable to take her
gaze away from my face the entire time.  She was completely smitten with
me and it showed on her like a brand new coat of bright red paint on a
very expensive sports car.

Her father even volunteered some very disconcerting comments to my tiny
lover that he was going to have to learn a little bit more about me so I
could start coming over on the weekends.  Rather than seem overly
disturbed by the jibes and quips, my young friend took my left hand into
her right and held my hand onto her lap on the outside of the blanket.

There was a fleeting moment of uncertainty and shock in her parents'
faces, until they realized that she was only doing it to appear flirty
and coquettish.  From then on, neither of her parents seemed the least
disturbed or offended of where my hand remained, as long as it was above
the blanket and was held in place by my tender partner's opposite hand.

We had just enough time to eat a very nicely prepared breakfast before I
needed to go shave and make myself a bit more presentable.  When I
returned to the aisle from the potty, my sweetheart's mother was sitting
next to her in my seat and they were carrying on a very involved female
conversation that I had no desire to interrupt.  My only choice was to
ask for permission to sit next to her father, and when he eagerly waved
me into his wife's seat, I shook his hand and we settled into a long
conversation of our own.

He gave me his business card, wrote down his home address, phone, and
even cell phone numbers, told me when they would be returning from
Europe, and then hinted that my younger darling had been under a lot of
emotional stress since she was 'abused' a year before.  The fact that
she looked radiant and absolutely in love for the first time since then
afforded me lots of respect and quite a bit of leeway to call on the
gentle beauty in due time.

When my girl tapped me on my right arm, I turned to see both of the
ladies smiling at us guys.  We smiled back and then I pretended to
whisper some controversial bit of information behind a cupped hand.  He
played along and pointed at his daughter, nodded a few times, whispered
something about trying to embarrass the little thing, and then shifted
his face toward the aisle so I knew to go back to my own seat.

As soon as I was standing, the girl's mother also rose and in a move
that was utterly so spontaneous that I didn't have time to react, she
flung her arms around me and gave me a very respectable hug in the
middle of the aisle.  A number of people beyond the curtain in coach saw
the expression on my face and must have wondered what the heck was
permitted in first class.  I had no intention of letting them know what
wasn't, and kept from looking back into anyone's eyes after that.

I got a very warm and quivering 'thank you' from the girl's mother in my
ear, another brief hug, and then she took her place in her original seat
next to her husband.  Once I parked my ass in place and from then on, we
were the intense focus of their stares until my young girlfriend rather
brusquely huffed at her parents.  They got the message and chuckled to
each other that their little girl was safe and finally growing up.

I told my little playmate that her daddy had given me his business card,
home address, and the various telephone numbers as a means to remain in
contact once they returned from overseas.  The look on her face almost
matched the one on her parents' when she first took my hand in hers in
front of their shocked stare.

We traded a few whispered comments about my coming to visit her the
first chance I got after they arrived home, my horny little playmate
blushing and leaning hard into me as she whispered a quiet request for
me to give her another wonderful tingle with my tongue like that best
one she'd ever felt in her life.  Acting as the lewd and perverse weirdo
I had become overnight, I pressed my lips to her right ear and began to
admit lots of wicked and immoral thoughts into her head about me slowly
stripping her naked one night in her bedroom so I could spend four hours
giving her as many orgasms as she could handle from my nasty tongue.

I actually saw her tremble and felt her hips shoot forward at the
thought of my wanting to please her again and for that long.  She sat
nervously for a minute and after she composed herself, pressed her lips
to my left ear and whispered 'I love you' almost loud enough for
everyone in a two row distance to hear.  When she reached around my face
and gently pulled my mouth close enough to share a brief kiss, I knew
she was really pushing her limits, so I intervened and pulled her into a
sideways hug.  With a quick glance to her folks to see how they might
react, I saw a little nervousness and quite a bit of uncertainty.  When
I winked at them and mouthed that my young lover would 'be okay', their
smiles returned and they relaxed considerably.

During the remainder of the flight, she kept my left hand in her right
and wordlessly hinted that she wanted to look out the window to my
right.  I asked her if she wanted to trade seats, but she shook her head
with a rather impressive scowl on her face, as if my idea was counter to
some plan that she was slowly developing.  That's when I realized that
she wanted me to slip my hand under her body when she leaned over my lap
so we could briefly share one last naughty adventure, even with her mom
and dad able to see her draped slightly over my thighs.

It was incredibly reckless for me to tuck my fingers under the seam of
her blouse so I could take a unhindered sample of what I'd already seen,
touched, fondled, kissed, and suckled, but my horny playmate seemed to
enjoy the naughty adventure and let me caress and roll her nipples
around as long as I wanted to.  She even propped her chin up inside her
hands with her elbows resting on my far arm rest, enough room between us
for me to openly cup her small breasts a few times and then return my
hand to the more appropriate area of our surroundings.

It took a few stern whispers for her to eventually realize that her
hormones were having a stronger effect on her than her intelligence, but
once I was able to bring her back to Earth and righted her in her seat,
she smiled, gave me another sideways hug, and nodded.  That's when I
began to warn her about the evil ways of men and the methods that we
often used to charm a sweet young thing out of their panties at our
first convenience for a nice long slow fuck.  The 'F' word shocked her
briefly, but she understood why I used it, that tender look of innocence
slowly being ripped away one more time.  Rather than remember any aspect
of our brief meeting as being crude and dirty, I knew that she'd always
cherish how tenderly I helped bring her into a much larger world or
carnal knowledge.

By the time the jet landed and we disembarked into the airport lounge,
my young girlfriend and I were walking with our arms around each other.
She looked so incredibly tiny next to me, the true extent of my lurid
acts only then slammed hard into my face.  But rather than scurry away
like some disgusting child molester who had harmed a tender creature
without her approval, I maintained my tight hold of her small body and
kept walking toward a parting that was certainly not going to be sweet,
and most likely very sorrowful.

Just before we turned to go our separate ways, I got a very ardent
embrace from a little girl who had to rise to her tip-toes just to throw
her arms around my neck.  I could have picked her up by reaching around
her body and cupping her bum, but I lowered myself to her level instead
and got down onto one knee.

As predictably as the sun coming up through the tinted windows of the
airport baggage claim area, my tender lover broke down and began to cry.
Neither of her parents were quite as clueless as many of the people who
were brushing past us rudely, the young mother getting misty and a
single tear dabbed away before it left a glistening trail down her own
cheek.  Her father was also moved by the tender display, his little girl
suffering from the same disease that all young women must be inoculated
against all too soon in their lives.

In a move that took me completely off guard, her father tilted his head
to the side twice to indicate a bit more private location for our loving
'conversation' to take place, so I reached all the way under her legs
and scooped her up in the classic bridal threshold embrace.  I was even
able to bend down slightly and claim my carry-on bag and follow the
young mother and father to a row of plastic benches for us to borrow for
a minute or ten.  Even as I took up one spot on those highly polished
and sterile plastic seats, I kept hold of my weeping darling and settled
her onto my lap so we could chat a bit more comfortably before I had to
bid her adieu.

Strangely, her folks never once insisted I relinquish my grasp of their
daughter, both of them holding hands and even hugging as they watched me
hold their little grown up baby.  As a final gesture of play, I began to
wiggle a single digit into her ribs and was able to stir an intense
shrill squeal when I hit the right spot.  She stopped crying, but she
never let me go for another few minutes.  I kind of figured her folks
would need to go collect their bags and be on their way, so I softly
whispered loving phrases into my gentle lover's ear and tenderly kissed
her cheek in preparation of our final and hopefully temporary farewell.

I also whispered into her ear that I loved her very much and that if she
ever really needed me, I'd do my best to be her knight in shining armor
and come riding up to her castle in my trusty white steed.  She grinned
so wide with those images in her head that I almost saw every molar in
her head.  I then told her that I'd call in about a month or two so she
would have my cell phone number once I got a new number, and she beamed
with pride at having the opportunity to give an older boyfriend a call
for the first time in her life.

And then, just as her mother did in the middle of the aisle on the jet,
I was engulfed in a very snug embrace for about ten seconds, and then
felt a small pair of lips pressed lovingly to mine right there in front
of her folks.  I don't know who was more shocked, them or me.  The blush
all over my face must have exemplified a greater sense of embarrassment,
because they grinned and he winked at me in mock acceptance for having
'planted one' on his little girl.

It took another minute, but I was finally able to work her off my lap
and onto her own seat, my arm snugly wrapped around her body and my face
pressed tightly to her ear so I could whisper a few last loving words
into her excited brain.  When I closed with a plea for her to be very
careful around boys and men so I could always be her only boyfriend, she
grinned, blushed, and then nodded.  That was my cue to kiss her one last
time on the cheek, and once more on her plump bee-stung lips.  I gave
her a final hug and then told her openly that I loved her.  Moments
later I turned and walked toward the baggage carousel to find the only
checked luggage I had brought with me.  I never turned around because I
knew if I did, I'd go running back into her arms and I'd never be able
to let her go.  I only hoped she would forget me as soon as a younger
and more virile lad stole her heart.

Just before I approached the exit doors of the airport, I saw a
concierge holding a hand written name on it that mimicked mine, so I
nodded in his direction and handed him my suitcase.  He directed me
toward the wide glass aperture and radioed for my ride to be queued up
toward the arrival area.  Moments later I was invited into another
bright and shiny black limo and took a seat next to a young woman that
looked to be about twenty two or so.  As soon as I was comfortable, she
held her right hand out and introduced herself as my new employers'
secretary and travel agent.  We exchanged greetings and names, and I was
then handed a half full glass of more sparkling bubbly.  I accepted it
with the aplomb of a natural and long time business executive and
listened as my day was being described to me.

By the time we got to my employers' home I was anxious to know just how
much money they had, the tremendous size of the property most likely
requiring that it be described in geographic coordinates rather than a
street address.  After a few last minute tips were offered and a stern
suggestion that I not attempt to hide anything from my benefactors, I
was allowed to disembark from the limo and then helped the young lady
out as well.

As I walked through the impressive entry and stepped inside a house that
might have needed its own map just to go from the kitchen to the potty,
I turned and tilted my head toward a brief flash of color at the top of
the stairs.  She was absolutely beautiful and couldn't have been more
than four years old, nervously holding the bottom hem of her dress high
enough for me to see her brightly colored panties just as little girls
often do when they're anxious or embarrassed.  I immediately wanted to
stop and take in the view but I knew I needed to maintain my composure.
Every notion I previously had about a spoiled and pimply four-eyed brat
was immediately replaced with a level of love and devotion that made my
hunger for my plane ride sweetheart pale by comparison.

But since I needed to attend to the more formal introductions first, I
followed the secretary until I saw my new employers' smiling faces.  He
looked all of twenty nine or thirty and she looked around twenty four.
They were a perfectly matched couple, her height a few inches less than
his, her features screaming undying devotion to the man that rescued her
from a life of poverty and strife, and a pair of eyes that drilled right
though me.  His stare was much more confident and strong that any of my
former bosses and when we shook hands, I knew he had earned every bit of
his wealth from shrewd tactics and hard work.

After we all exchanged names and handshakes, I was invited to follow
them to an admirable study, lined from one wall to the next with row
after row of books and journals.  Either or both of them were either
insatiable readers or determined collectors.  With my seat already
picked out for me, the butler followed us into the room with a tray of
refreshments, surprisingly nothing more ornate than freshly made
lemonade It was the perfect mixture of sweet and tangy, a brief sensory
moment experienced when I last stuffed the whole of my left middle
finger into my mouth after I had claimed a little girl's nectar.

We sat and visited just long enough for the reason for my medical
testing and eventual employment to silently walk through the wide door
and wait to be called closer.  Like a well trained robot, she moved only
when invited, her direction straight toward the lap of her daddy.  With
the practiced grace of a little girl that had no idea how to cover her
underpants, I got a full eye view of her brightly cartooned panties and
the bright white gusset between her chubby thighs.  I only got a brief
glimpse of that wonderful show and intentionally averted my eyes so her
parents wouldn't immediately suspect me of being a pedophile.  Had they
known what I had done on the plane a few hours before, they would have
already called the cops and I would have been behind bars in seconds.

That's when I learned that the living angel on Earth sitting open legged
on her daddy's lap was the daughter of very wealthy parents, the child
surprisingly sweet and very innocent.  Her manners were of the best
caliber, her preschool speech perfect in three languages, her demeanor
of a much older child, her decorum and stature flawless, and had eyes
that drilled right through me.  In an extraordinary move that took me
off guard, she whispered into her daddy's right ear, got a smiling nod
of acceptance, and then she wiggled forward until her feet came into
contact with the floor once again.  In the process, the front of her
frock was tugged high enough that I actually saw all of her panties, her
perfectly straight hips, a lovely view of her pooching little girl
tummy, far more than I should have considered myself lucky to see.

She walked straight for me, extended her right hand and mimicked what
her mommy and daddy had done when I introduced myself.  Once that epic
task was completed and she saw me smiling back toward her with a genuine
sense of wonder, she immediately lunged forward and wrapped her soft
silken arms around my neck for our first hug.  Since she'd obviously
asked permission to conduct such an open display of affection for her
tentative new playmate and caregiver, and since she'd received that
liberty from her father, I wrapped her up in a snug hug and lifted her
slightly until her feet came up off the floor.

With absolutely no fear whatsoever, she lifted her pretty black shoes up
and over my thighs and slipped her legs up onto my lap facing me, her
arms helping to tug her close enough into my chest that her pantied quim
was nearly touching my crotch.  From behind the little girl's pretty
head and perfectly coiffed hair I watched as her parents smiled at how
easily and quickly I'd become a welcomed guest and possible long time
employee into their home.

I was able to visit with her in her parents' presence to determine how
well we would get along, and we were best friends in little more than
ten minutes.  Since I loved to color and paint, play lots of silly
games, have no-holds-barred tickle fights in bed or on the floor, and
even liked to read stories more to a preschooler's or elementary school
girl's liking than something as boring as The Journal, Anastasia
Victoria didn't want to let me go or be any further from me than her
chubby arms could reach.  It was only a softly ushered comment from her
mommy that my little playmate needed to go back upstairs for a little
while so she could play and study until I was settled and ready for our
first much longer visit.

To prove just how good I could be with such a precious angel, I told her
that if her mommy and daddy liked and trusted me enough, I might be able
to come play with her very soon and for as long as we wanted or were
allowed.  But it hinged on whether she was going to be a good girl and
obey the house rules for reading and play time.  She lowered her gaze to
her hands along the front of her body where she was tugging the bottom
hem of her dress over the top elastic of her panties, nodded twice, and
then looked up at me and smiled before she lunged forward for our last
hug of that brief visit.

That was immediately followed by a rather nervous gaze into my eyes as
she quietly asked for permission to share some sugar.  My grin and a
quick look toward her mother and father was all that was required for
them to both nod and smile back.  My little preschool lap dancer turned
to see what their answer was and when they nodded to her as well, she
turned and reached around my face to pull me close.  She puckered her
crimson lips and then planted her best version of a kiss onto my mouth,
the erotic sensation of her mouth against mine just not long enough to
satisfy my needs at the moment.  But like all carefully tempered ideas,
I only held my lips to hers until she deemed it appropriate to lean
back.  I could tell she might have wanted more, but was most likely just
as nervous as I was.

Once Ana-Vee was helped to the floor while I eagerly watched her chubby
thighs and that plump pantied pud, she was directed to her domain
upstairs by the butler while the four remaining adults carried on a much
more formal and very frank discussion about the terms of their domestic
lifestyle and what I needed to expect was considered quite normal.  Her
folks were very cosmopolitan and had an open marriage, one that allowed
for sex to be provided outside their marriage if both parties agreed,
and with the same level of affection expected from their life partners.
That was immediately illustrated by the lovely woman splaying her thighs
and showing me that she wasn't wearing any panties, had a perfect
teenage pussy, and was perfectly smooth.  She loved to show off and was
an open exhibitionist to a very wide but selected crowd.  Her husband
loved to show her off as much as she loved to be looked at and proved
that point by tugging the bottom hem of her dress high enough for me to
take in the view of her entire lower body, her well toned and tanned
legs, and that sweet genitalia.

His smile grew when he saw her sit forward on their couch beside him and
tried to show me repeatedly that she was still as tight as she was when
she was thirteen.  Her vaginal opening was a mere pink spot on her
tightly cleaved slit and remained that way no matter how far apart she
splay her thighs.  Her labia majora were incredibly plump and meaty, and
there was absolutely no labia minora at all.  With absolutely no modesty
at all, the young women then used the tips of her fingers to pry her fat
nether lips apart to expose the inner workings of her arousal system.
Her clitoris was a mere pea hidden by a tight sheathe of pink flesh and
her legs twitched each time she lightly caressed it and repeatedly
showed me where it was.

The constant stimulation and her level of arousal grew until she began
to openly masturbate right then and there, none of her sighs, whimpers,
and moans subdued or curtailed.  Even the secretary couldn't take her
eyes away from the wicked show, her legs clamped together hard in an
attempt to ease some of the erotic pain that was being built up inside.

That sexy young mother was so involved in her own personal pleasure that
she quite openly told her husband, secretary, and me that she was
already quite intrigued with their new child care professional.  She
was, in fact, so aroused that she openly asked her husband for his
permission to have me play with her breasts, suckle them, caress her
legs all the way to her pussy, and then masturbate her lingually for
over an hour.  The fact that he agreed was a nice surprise, but what was
more shocking was his desire to sit back, withdraw his cock, watch us as
he masturbated himself, and then reached under his secretary's short
skirt to play with her pussy too.

Holding her dress high enough that I could still see every lovely
feature of her half nude body, my prospective employer's wife rose from
her position next to her husband and sat directly into my lap sideways.
When she settled into me like an exotic dance club lap specialist, she
resumed her manipulation of her pussy with her right hand as she tugged
her dress over her shoulders and displayed two of the sexiest little
teen titties that I could have suckled.  My right hand was encouraged to
cup and sample from another man's private property while she leaned into
me and practically melded her flesh with mine.  Even as we were talking
and I was doing my best to appear casual, she repeatedly took possession
of my lips and tongue, none of her actions stifled for fear that I might
fuck up a perfectly good job that I'd always dreamed of.

I got to play with the man's wife as much as I wanted to for over an
hour while we carried on a long discussion about the battery of tests
that I'd agreed to.  I was told the woman that had recruited me was a
former lover of my female employer's and had been carefully groomed to
search out the perfect adult male to satisfy their requirements.  They
knew a lot more about my work history, my past, my lack of a criminal
record, and all of my medical evidence than I could have imagined.  The
research that my former lover compiled was very impressive and served to
prove the point that this man and his wife could most likely learn any
detail about a person's life anywhere in the world if they desired.

The entire time my life was being laid bare by their secretary from a
thick ream of paper notes and even a few photographs, my female employer
did her best to keep her tits and pussy available for as much tactile
contact with my hands, body, and tongue as I desired.  It was only after
we got to the details of my medical examination that she shifted off my
lap, undid my pants, and wanted to see if she had any effect on me at
all.  As if she already owned me, she very calmly partially undressed
me, pulled my pitiful little wanker out, then caressed and massaged me
for about five minutes.

Once she was sure I wasn't holding back, she looked at her husband, got
an affirmative nod, and then my lovely female boss lowered her mouth to
my cock for half an hour of fellatio.  In spite of my lack of firmness,
she seemed to enjoy the 'challenge' and never slowed down or appeared
dissatisfied at all.  It felt so good that I was in dire need of sharing
her adventure, reciprocity something that I firmly believed in.  When I
twisted sideways on the comfortable piece of furniture, worked her half
nude body up over my face, and brought us in line for a much longer and
very spirited round of '69' oral sex, she moaned and whimpered like a
whore.  Her husband just sat back and stroked his impressive meat the
whole time and watched his wife have half a dozen very animated cums.
Moments later, his secretary also tugged her frock up, splay her thighs,
and mounted him as if that were her normal work location.

The room was immediately filled with the sounds of sex and passion, the
amount of lingual and labial contact by my female boss bringing me far
too close to orgasm than I cared to reveal.  Even though I had already
given or encouraged her to have quite a few of her own, I needed to show
her that I was tough enough to keep up with the best of them and wait.
I wasn't able to wait for very long, because that woman's mouth was most
likely directly connected by sexual nerves straight to her pussy.

As the extensive array of medical tests had proved, even though I could
not produce an erection on my own, I could still have a very rewarding
orgasm.  When I painted her tonsils with a series of intense lunges, she
hungrily sucked me in and swallowed as if my seed were more precious
than any fine plate of food or dessert.  That was my cue to suck her
tiny clitoris between my lips and attempt to flail at it with the tip of
my tongue.  She literally covered my mouth and chin with her ambrosia,
the wonderful taste and aroma of her nectar quite different than the
young girl that I'd tongued the night before, but just as pleasant in my
mouth and to my nose.

Once we'd exhausted all of our energy and stopped convulsing, she sucked
me clean, I repeated the act for her, and she rose from my body with a
smile on her face that proved she was pleased.  But rather than resume
some perfectly stoic and public position next to her husband, she worked
her dress completely off and settled next to me like a living magnet.
Her right hand softly manipulated my flaccid cock and I responded in
kind by tenderly masturbating her clitoris, fondling her plump pussy,
played with her teenage sized breasts, and sat next to her as we watched
her husband fuck the stuffing out of his secretary.

The other couple held back nothing of their enthusiasm or hunger, the
young woman practically bouncing up and down on the man's lap like some
obscene oversize sewing machine.  What I could see of his cock truly
impressed me, because what took a lifetime prescription of little blue
pills for me was quite naturally available to the young stud.

The highly stimulated secretary finally popped, moaned, and slump down
into the man like a living human balloon that had some of the air
removed.  They kissed, she rose from his lap, thrust her mouth around
his cock, and then cleaned up the mess that she'd made.  She then used
some moistened towelettes to finish her task and only then cleaned
herself.  It was painfully obvious he was the king of his domain and
both of the women in the room knew his needs were to be satisfied first.

All it took was a single uplifted eyebrow from the man for his wife to
practically launch herself from her seated position next to me and land
onto his still throbbing penis in a calculated move that the national
space agency probably had provided detailed specifications for.  In mere
moments, her voice was again tinged with an unfiltered degree of lust
and passion while he held her by the hips and jackhammered her onto his
extraordinary tool.  They fucked quite ardently in front of their lovely
secretary and new child care employee for the next fifteen minutes, none
of their actions inhibited nor anything left to chance.

It was only when she was involved in a very animated cum that he decided
to share the pleasure and pulled her stuttering body tightly into his.
The moment she went completely still and every muscle in her body locked
up, he arched his hips and must have filled her with a bucket of sperm.
That was her cue to begin convulsing again as she passionate kissed the
man over and over, their lips smacking, tongues dueling, and breathing
hampered by a quarter of an hour of unrestrained sex.

They slowed their movements until all I saw were his hands softly
caressing her bare body, her face pressed sideways into his neck, and
her hair draped around her shoulders in a display of sweaty abandonment.
What they did next wasn't altogether shocking, as much as it was a nice
surprise.  The secretary sat on the man's thighs close to his knees and
directly behind his wife, pushed her arms around his wife's body, and
reached around her head to kiss my new boss.

After a minute of this, the secretary rose, helped her female employer
up, directed her nude body to a spot next to her husband, and then the
young woman knelt down between the man's knees and proceeded to clean
him up again.  Once her task was complete, she wiped him up with another
moist towelette, dried him with a tissue, pushed his slowly wilting but
still throbbing cock back into his pants, and then shifted her position
in front of the still panting young wife.

In an act of hedonistic obedience, the employee then sucked up every
measure of his seed and repeatedly extended her tongue as far inside the
same sweet vagina that I'd already explored.  She licked, sucked,
munched on, and openly loved the smiling young mother for about ten
minutes, the husband softly caressing his wife's breasts and also
occasionally leaning over to kiss her.  It was clearly obvious they
truly loved each other, and that their sexual appetites had no bearing
on the sanctity of their marriage vows.

As the secretary finished her task, she leaned back and waited to get
permission to rise.  The young mother smiled, cradled the other young
woman's cheek, and then nodded.  The kneeling woman then rose just
enough to plant a very ardent kiss on her employer's wife, and then did
the same with her primary employer.  That left me with my limp dick
hanging out of my pants and a sensation of being the only nudist in
church.  It only took a moment to tuck my wilted tool back into place
and then get dressed before the next part of his speech began.

I was immediately informed that I had strict guidelines never to be the
one that initiated any form of personal or sexual contact with any woman
in his home, no matter their age or marital status.  In effect, I was no
longer considered a man with free will, but a tool for the owners, staff
and guests to take advantage of when they felt like it.  I was permitted
to query for what was to be required of me once I had been propositioned
by one of the women in attendance and if I was equally willing to serve
as their sexual toy.  If I desired, I could enjoy their bodies until it
was determined that I was no longer needed, but once they deemed my role
as playmate was satisfied, I was to immediately assume a much more low
key position in the hierarchy and become submissive.

That bugged me a lot more than I anticipated, since I'd always been in
complete control of my physical and emotional relationships.  Being told
that I was to be used like some battery powered masturbatory tool left
me feeling a bit empty, even if I got to look at, touch, masturbate, and
then tongue some of the sexiest women on the face of the planet.

The expression on my face and the way my body reacted was enough for my
new boss to sense my uneasiness, so he amended the rules slightly and
told me that I had completely autonomy over which women could 'use' me
and to what degree I'd need to be subservient.  That pretty much was
enough for me to feel a lot better so I nodded to him with a half grin.

The major stipulation to my continued employment was that I had to agree
that I could never have an erection.  I could touch, fondle, finger,
masturbate, lick, and munch on a woman if she initiated sex, but my cock
was to remain completely limp and flaccid for the rest of my life.  The
level of his control over me was being illustrated in greater clarity as
I listened to everything being put to me until he shifted his topic to
the primary reason for my being there.

Their little girl was everything to them, and her safety and happiness
was paramount to the continued well being of everyone in this private
little Hell that I was still not bound to yet.  She knew everything she
needed to about sex, how babies were made, and what mommies and daddies
did for procreation and then just for fun.  She was never to be touched
in any manner that wasn't appropriate or befitting of the surroundings.
But if she was the one that initiated some intimacy or a private form of
sexual play, then I was allowed to gently and respectfully caress her as
much as she wanted and only if she enjoyed the contact.

Only after she was old enough to understand why her body craved much
more intimate unions would we be permitted to share any such private
contact.  But I could never get hard enough to work my penis into her
vagina or ass, even if she implored me to do so.  If she wanted to
fellate me when she was old enough, then they would allow it, as long as
one parent was around to monitor our union the first few times.

In effect, the liberal sexual attitude that I had just witnessed and
participated in was but the first live test to determine if I was the
man that had been closely studied like some kind of lab rat at the
medical center where I used to live.

I wasn't sure whether to be really impressed or terribly insulted.

Then the more mundane aspects of my duties were described, not limited
to but certainly including keeping Ana-Vee's daily appointments and
schedules, getting her dressed and undressed, taking her to the potty,
bathing, feeding, playing, studying, and hugging her, and then just
being her best friend whenever she needed one.  I was going to be
allowed to sleep with her as much as she wanted, but only if she asked.
I could even take baths and showers with her, but again, only if she was
the one that requested the company.

And as a final measure of just how much dominance over me her parents
had, the man merely mentioned the butler's name and the servant came
through the door without any delay.  That was when I was told the entire
house was wired for surveillance and security, all of my actions closely
scrutinized and recorded from the time I awoke until the time I closed
my eyes at night.  The butler was asked to retrieve Ana-Vee and he spun
on his heels and disappeared through the door once more.

The man then reached for his wife's empty dress, threw it at me, and
then told me to help his wife get dressed.  I rose, oriented her frock,
stood in front of her feet, helped her up, and then draped it over her
head and upthrust arms.  I tugged it down over her previously nude body
and once she looked just as she did when I walked into the room, I held
her hand and directed her back onto her place next to her husband.  My
butt assumed its previous location and I felt pretty confident about my
supremely insignificant accomplishment.

A few moments later the butler returned with Ana-Vee holding his hand,
and he was then asked to return to his station after closing the door.
Once she was through the door and saw her daddy's arms extended in her
direction, she took off in a dead sprint toward him with a broad smile
on her face and her arms in similar fashion.  Once she was again on his
lap with her dress intentionally shifted further up her body, he very
simply presented a very brazen question to the little girl.

She was asked if she knew how babies were made, to which she responded
that a daddy and mommy take their clothes off, make each other feel
really nice for a long time, and then the daddy puts his penis inside
his wife's vagina and makes them both feel good until he shoots his seed
inside her body.

He then asked her what a vagina was and where it was located and without
any delay at all, she stripped her panties down from under her ass and
wiggled completely out of them, dropping her empty undergarment to the
floor.  She then splay her chubby thighs completely apart, used both
sets of her chubby short digits to assist, and then peeled her plump
nether lips apart until she gently wiggled a single finger part way into
that bright pink orifice that had my complete attention.  She didn't
spend too much time fondling herself, nor did she attempt to masturbate
her clitoris, but once she had located what he had insisted she find,
she turned and looked up at her daddy with an expression that required
his awareness and approval.  When he nodded, she grinned and then
removed her finger and both of her hands.  Thankfully, she kept her
thighs apart and never attempted to retrieve her panties.

I knew he was again testing me and had a pretty good idea of what was
going to happen next, the man's cock to be unsheathed and then tenderly
manipulated by his darling daughter with the same degree of openness and
obedience as her own delicate display.  I wasn't shocked when he asked
her if she knew what a penis was and who had them.  She pointed to her
daddy and was immediately rewarded with a big smile and a 'good girl'
compliment.  He then queried if there was anyone else in the room that
had such an implement and I watched as Ana-Vee turned toward me,
pointed, and then said 'he does'.

Her father then introduced some doubt and wanted to know how she knew
that, to which she said that all men and boys had a penis.  The full
measure of my humiliation was then presented when the man asked if all
men were made the same way as he was, including if they could have a
nice big hard penis when it was time to have sex with a woman.  All she
did was shrug her shoulders and look disappointed because she hadn't
been told about men with erectile dysfunction yet.  That was where I
came into the picture.

Her father then asked the child if she'd do as she was told, even if she
had never done something before.  Her response was typical of a little
girl that completely trusted her father and mother when she nodded and
then looked back at him cautiously.  He then calmly asked her to come
sit on my couch next to me, undo my pants, and then prove that all men
had a penis.  I felt a huge wave of heat wash through me the instant she
bounded off his lap still pantiless and headed to the spot on the couch
to my left.

Without even looking into my eyes or with a word of permission from me,
she fumbled with my slacks and very obediently worked my limp weenie
from inside my shorts.  I watched spellbound as a four year old little
girl tenderly but confidently withdrew my useless tool and then kept her
small hand wrapped around the shaft just below the crown of my glans.

I could feel the heat of her appendage and my own heartbeat as she
gripped me fairly firmly and watched as she turned back to her father
and waited for his acknowledgment.  He smiled at her and again told her
that she was right after all, that all boys and men had a penis.  But he
just as quickly asked her if the one she was holding was ready for sex
and making a baby.  She looked at and squeezed my cock a couple of
times, tugged on it once, and even bent it slightly to see if it was
rigid at all.

The disappointment on her face couldn't have matched my humiliation, but
the sensation of her small hand manipulating my dick was far more than
enough to keep me interested and willing to help her learn what she was
sure to find out anyway.  Once she was sure she understood enough about
the physical requirement to be firm so it could be pushed inside a
woman's vagina, she looked at her daddy and shook her head with a little
pout on her lips.  I genuinely believed she pitied me for not having a
nice rock hard cock.

My employer then put another question to her that was sure to get my
heart rate up even more, no medical monitors and wires necessary for
anyone in the room to confirm how excited I was when he asked her to
show him where a penis normally goes in a woman when a mommy and daddy
were going to have fun first, and then try to make a baby.  With her
small right hand still clutching my flaccid penis, she splay her chubby
thighs apart, bent forward, and then used her small left hand to tease
her plump nether lips apart just enough so she could wiggle the tip of
her middle digit barely inside her bright pink vaginal opening.

I watched in amazement as her naked bum sat less than six inches from
the end of my cock and she turned to look at her daddy to see if she had
gotten it right.  Moments after she received another round of verbal
praise, he then asked her if she knew what a clitoris was, my tender and
future playmate eager to show hers off but a little embarrassed to do so
with so many people watching.  After a moment of gentle encouragement
she removed her slightly wet fingertip from her pussy and then slipped
it further up her tight slit until she found what she was told to
locate, the end of her digit hugged by two plump glabrous slivers of
preschool Heaven.

She was then asked what her clitoris was for and she immediately
shrugged her shoulders together slightly, tucked her head down a little
bit, giggled, and then whispered that it was for making her feel good.
She seemed to understand the details of that act when I saw her little
digit make a slow series of little circles over that highly sensitive
bump and felt her thighs twitch fractions of a second later.  When she
was asked if her clitoris had another name, she blushed, giggled, and
said it was called her 'pleasure button'.  She had obviously been able
and willing to masturbate herself either in bed or while she was taking
a bath, and I longed to watch her keep diddling herself so close to me.

But there was more.

After the last task was accomplished, she was then asked who was
permitted to touch her clitoris, and her response was just one word,
'Me'.  Her daddy then asked if anyone else was allowed to touch it, and
she quickly responded with the declaration that only someone who was
given specific permission would be granted that privilege.  I could have
held my breath and waited anxiously, but I tried to appear as nonchalant
as I could with the small digits of her right hand still wrapped around
my useless penis and my eyes locked onto her plump vulva.

Ana-Vee was then asked what she would do if someone tried to rub her
clitoris to make her feel good without her permission.  Her immediate
and confident response was that she was supposed to scream, kick, bite,
scratch, claw, and try to run away to the nearest trusted adult she
could find and tell them that a bad person was trying to do something
nasty to her clitoris.

The message was sent and didn't need to be repeated.

My young penis holder was then asked to relinquish her grasp of my cock
and to help me put it back inside my pants, her actions so completely
unemotional that I was sure she was far more mature than any four year
old I had ever met.  Once my still limp dick was safely tucked away in
my pants and underwear, she was asked if she liked having a man like me
taking care of her if she knew I couldn't rape her.  My first response
was to flinch and blush, the strong sexual abusive reference much more
profound than anything I might have used with a little girl her age.

But Ana-Vee was undaunted and dispassionately told her daddy and mommy
that my poor limp penis couldn't get hard enough to do something like
that, as if she had no knowledge of any small blue pills that I might
try to purchase.  She then very soberly told them that she felt quite
safe with a man like me 'cause I was so gentle and didn't make her feel
the least bit scared.  She didn't know that 'I' was the one terrified at
the time, the very direct line of questioning done to prove that I was
never to encourage the little girl into any provocative sexual situation
or to keep anything from her parents.

To put a fine point on the situation, she was then asked very directly
if she wanted me to be her caregiver and that her decision was the one
that mattered the most at that moment.  She turned to me, looked me in
the eyes, and then began to display a slow growing smile that filled me
with such joy that I almost flung my arms around her for a big hug.  She
then stated very confidently that she liked me more than any of her
other 'teachers' and wanted for us to go play before too much longer.

I was then informed that it was my turn to openly state whether the
terms of the deal were acceptable, to which I answered 'yes', Ana-Vee's
response to thrust her short arms around my neck and squeeze the air
from my lungs in her best attempt at a body hug.  My hands went around
her small body and held her in place against me, our embrace shared for
almost ten seconds before I knew to prove that I could be a trusted
member of the household.

In a very open display of authority, I softly spoke into Ana-Vee's left
ear that she needed to go get her panties and bring them back to me so I
could help her put them on.  She leaned back slightly, grinned, and then
hopped off my lap.  Moments later she returned, stood to the side of my
thighs, handed me her undergarment, and then hoisted her dress far
enough for me to see her whole plump tummy.  Acting as paternally as I
could, I worked her empty garment over one foot, then the other, and
finally up her chubby legs until her panties were nestled into place.
With a resounding 'There!'  I pat her on the bum once and tugged her
frock down to cover what I had been eager to see for the rest of time.

As if I had been a long standing member of her small circle of trusted
acquaintances, she nestled her bum down onto my lap, leaned into my
chest, lay her head against my shoulder, and then stuffed her left thumb
between her lips.  I wrapped my arms around her, gave her another nice
squeeze and noticed a partial frown on her mother's face.  That's when I
knew she had already been told about not sucking her thumb and how dirty
that might have been since she wasn't a baby anymore.

I was once again thrust into a situation where my awareness of my
surroundings and years of human interaction required me to take the
initiative.  I leaned my head down slightly and whispered into the top
of Ana-Vee's head that her left thumb might need to be washed before she
put it in her mouth.  The child immediately withdrew her digit with a
resounding <POP> and then looked over at her mommy and daddy, most
likely expecting to be chastised for repeating an infant folly.  But
thankfully her folks just nodded to me and smiled at her, my hunch the
right one about small children and what they were allowed to suck on.

The depth of my involvement was quickly thrust into my face when my
employer asked me if I could truly be committed completely to him, his
wife, and his lovely little girl.  I had to think about it for a few
seconds and after I resolved that I needed much less stress in my own
life that had come from my sexual insecurities, I agreed to the terms of
his initial verbal offer and prepared myself for a long road of child
care and lots of unspoken adventures.

The butler was again summoned and requested to call the attorney into
the room, both men returning less than three minutes later.  Apparently
my new boss pretty much assumed I was going to go through with the deal
because a sharply dressed man brought a small stack of papers out of his
briefcase for me to sign, for my new employers to sign, and for his
secretary to witness.  Moments after all three copies were duly marked
and the documents distributed to me, my boss, and his secretary, the
lawyer handed my new employer a small receipt to acknowledge.  His
autograph was placed on the lower right hand corner of the document and
I was then handed a check voucher that indicated an amount of $163,540
had just been transferred into an account with only my name on it.  The
check stub was carefully folded in thirds and slipped into my coat
pocket for any potential future use.

My boss then leaned forward on his couch and with a big smile on his
face asked Ana-Vee is she'd like to take me on a tour of her house.  The
little girl immediately became alive and turned to face me, a confident
'Come on!'  squealed into my nose.  Not sure if they would prefer their
daughter to walk rather than be carried, I set my charge's feet to the
floor and rose from my chair.  Moments after everyone was standing, the
attorney shook my boss' hand, I shook the attorney's hand, and the
butler led the man out of the room and ostensibly toward his car.

Ana-Vee waited until she was given permission to lead me away, and when
she was granted her parents' consent tugged mightily on my right hand
and almost dragged me headlong through the still open doorway.  The
first place I was directed was the long curved staircase that led to the
second of four floors, her room the most important one in the house to
her.  I was very pleased to see that her floor wasn't covered with toys,
or her bed wasn't unmade with her nightclothes laying carelessly about.
Everything seemed to be very well ordered and in its place.

Rather than illustrate any sense of formality, while she was opening her
closet door and anxious to show me a doll or toy, I removed my coat,
folded it, and lay it over the back of a small chair close to her bed.
As soon as she found what she was looking for, she embraced a near life
sized doll still wearing a lovely white gossamer gown with an obvious
pair of silky panties underneath.  I was then informed that her silent
friend was named Charlotte and that she and Charlotte had been waiting
for a long time for me to come take care of her.  My assumption was she
might have had to wait maybe a month or two and let the matter drop.

I was then gently led to a well appointed four poster bed with bright
white lace and frilly accents all around the canopy, the bed cover of a
similar design.  She climbed on after setting Charlotte down and I was
afforded a full-on view of her pantied bum.  The moment she nestled into
place with Charlotte on her lap, I was invited to assume a spot right
next to the little girl.  Knowing full well that all of my actions were
being monitored, I felt confident that I could exercise some gentle
cuddles without being provocative and slipped my left arm around her
back and leaned very snugly into her right side.

She seemed to hunger for my close contact because I felt her wiggle even
further toward me and then look up to offer a smile.  The appropriate
reaction was for me to use my right index finger and thumb to claim and
then wiggle her nose and then apply a single inward press as if to start
a magical motor within.  Her giggle box was the appropriate device put
into service after which I caressed Charlotte's long golden hair with a
very soft series of comforting words praising the doll's beauty.

For the next few minutes Ana-Vee and I talked to and about her silent
playmate and how much they liked to visit and play together.  In an odd
twist of fate, I was then informed that Charlotte was now going to have
some competition, because I was the only one of her two best friends to
take her swimming, and horseback riding, and playing on the swings in
her private playground, and then eating lunch with her, and giving her a
bath, and even helping her to go to the potty.

Fractions of a second later she turned to look at me with a troubled
expression on her face, a two word query of 'What Precious' offered to
get any information out of her lovely head.  I was then asked if I would
take her to the potty so she could pee, to which I smiled and said yes.

Ana-Vee was practically beaming as she jumped off the bed, reached for
my right hand again, and tugged me into her private bathroom.  In an act
of total authority and perfect decency, I knelt down in front of her as
she lifted her dress and waited for me to pull her panties down.  I then
lifted her up onto the diminutive commode.  I couldn't help but stare at
her plump quim and that darling slit that I'd already seen twice, but I
knew that my actions were being monitored so I didn't ogle her overtly.

Once the last of her pee was allowed to fall to its doom, I tugged off a
few squares of tissue, slipped my hand between her chubby thighs, and
gently dabbed her slightly damp vulva.  In the process of wiping her dry
I allowed a single digit to remain behind for a fraction of a second and
hoped the rather bright child wouldn't notice.  When she looked into my
face for a split second, I knew I was wrong.  My immediate response was
to say 'All dry!'  and then help her off the potty so I could pull her
panties back up.  After I flushed the commode, I directed her to a small
step stool in front of the sink so we could both wash our hands
together.  She even helped me by lathering my hands first and wringing
her fingers around mine before she tended to her own.  We rinsed, I
helped her dry, and then she tilted her head back and puckered her lips.
That was my cue to lean down and give her a small kiss with a 'good
girl' compliment as a second measure of her reward.

We were out of the bathroom moments after that, but instead of returning
to her bed so we could talk to Charlotte some more, Ana-Vee lifted her
doll, put the plastic and rubber toy away, and then asked me if I wanted
to see my room now.  With a broad smile on my face and a few nods, she
led me past the chair that held my coat and then walked me toward the
adjoining room through a side hall near her closet door.

I was immediately impressed by the size of the suite, almost half as
large as my last house with my own private full bathroom, a kitchenette,
a small study with a large desk and computer ready for use, and a king
sized bed that was plenty big enough for me and a little girl to sleep
in.  Having already been told that I'd be able to sleep with Ana-Vee, I
naturally assumed we would be sharing my bed rather than hers, but I
would be willing to sleep under her canopy if she wanted me to.

My suitcase was already sitting on a small luggage rack ready for me to
unload, and my clothes had already been unpacked from my overnight bag
and were hanging or sitting on shelves in an impressive closet that was
open and on display.  There was enough room in that closet alone to hold
more clothes than I'd ever owned, and remembered my employer's comment
about having my domestic needs met once I was in place.

In a purely child-like act of glee, Ana-Vee let go of my hand and ran
straight for my bed, climbed on, and then jumped up and down three times
before she realized the error of her ways.  Still positioned near the
center of the large impromptu trampoline and holding her dress up close
to her chin out of slight fear of my reaction, she looked into my eyes
and waited for me to lambaste her for acting so crudely.  But instead of
immediately scolding her for some disgusting social blunder, I walked
toward the bed, leaned down onto it with both hands, pressed in twice to
test for firmness, and with my face very close to her pantied pud
wrapped my arms around her and began to nibble on her tummy while making
lots of wild animal sounds.

Her shrill squeals echoed through my bedroom suite and hers, the joyous
laughter and giggles of a preschool little girl turning my heart into
jelly and my soul into her very obedient slave.  Our fun tickle session
didn't last very long, but was just long enough for me to take one or
two gentle samples of her tummy, chubby thighs, and only one quick nip
of her pantied cunny.

In an effort to keep her completely off guard, I wrapped my arms around
her body, hefted her into the air upside down, and carried her back to
her room through the still open doorway.  Her merriment lasted just as
long as she was unable to gain control of her surroundings, her hands
coming down onto her bed as I gently brought her back to a more normal
and ladylike posture.  I then lifted her into my arms, gave her a big
hug, a little kiss, and then sat her feet to the floor so I could help
straighten her hair and her dress.

She was then queried about the next part of the tour, but all she did
was shrug her shoulders and look at me with a puzzled expression.  It
was apparent there were only two places of importance at the moment, her
room and mine.  I then squat down with her between my knees and asked
her if she was starting to get hungry, and she responded with a wide
grin and a single nod.  She was then asked to lead me to the kitchen so
I could either help her make some lunch, or see if one was already being
prepared for us.

My timing was perfect, because as soon as we stepped off the last stair
tread and turned toward the dining area through an anteroom, we were
called to lunch by her mother.  Quite certain that every move I'd made
upstairs was watched, I waited for the inevitable, and didn't have to
wait very long.

The young mother knelt down in front of her little girl, gave the child
a nice hug, and with a smile on her face asked Ana-Vee what we did up in
her bedroom.  In a very accurate accounting of almost every detail, the
scene was played out as it had occurred, including how I wiped her
tender underneath and made sure she was dry before lifting her off the
potty.  But instead of sounding as if I had done something wrong, the
child was congratulated for being so accurate in her chronicle of the
most recent events.

To add to the tension slightly, the child was then asked about that
rather joyous exclamation earlier and what had brought it on.  That's
when my young playmate's expression dropped, her awareness of having
jumped on my bed without permission certain to land her in some hot
water.  She again made an accurate description of her jumping up and
down on my still made bed and then stopping once she realized she had
done something she wasn't supposed to.  Ana-Vee then told her mommy that
I came to test the bed myself with my hands and then began to tickle and
nibble on her tummy until she squealed and giggled.  The next part was
also relayed about my carrying her upside down by her legs back to her
room and then placed on her bed so I could turn her right side up.

The last portion was provided about my giving her a big hug, a little
kiss, and then hitting her giggle button on the end of her nose.  By
that time the greater concern for having harmed my sleeping location was
already forgotten and nothing more was said about it, but I'm sure the
point was made and Ana-Vee was certain to avoid repeating it.  Another
kiss was provided to my little playmate and then the woman rose and
extended her right arm toward me.  I assumed it was an offer of a gentle
hug and leaned forward, her lips pressed into the side of my cheek and a
few words offered that I hadn't anticipated.

I was told that my presence was sorely needed and that Ana-Vee was going
to be one very happy little girl for a very long time.  She then kissed
my cheek, leaned back, and then smiled.  I was then directed toward a
well appointed dining table where the butler was putting the finishing
touches on a fairly nice midday meal.

Acting as a perfect gentleman, I pulled my female employer's chair out,
helped her slightly forward, and then did the same for my little
playmate so she could be shown the respect that she was due.  I saw my
boss grin and then wink at his wife and then his daughter, both of them
grinning back and only the little girl blushing.  I then took my place
at Ana-Vee's left side across the table from their secretary and
opposite the little girl's mother.

Rather than assume some ultra Victorian attitude about holding utensils
only a certain way, or not saying anything while the food was being
consumed, we each had a chance to engage our dining companions in a
light and lively series of conversations.  I was asked if my living
accommodations were adequate with a quick affirmative response, and I
was then told that after lunch I was going to be responsible for taking
care of Ana-Vee until dinner because of some business her parents and
secretary needed to attend to.  We had complete run of the house and
facilities and could enjoy any and everything at our leisure.

The only stipulation was that we not venture into his private office,
their bedroom suite, the secretary's suite, or beyond a securely locked
door that Ana-Vee had been told to stay away from.  I suspected the
naughty couple had their own version of a 'play room' with whips,
chains, bondage implements, and all sorts of sex toys.  If they wanted
me to learn about it later, they'd tell me.  Even before her food was
finished, my dinner partner asked me if I would like to go swimming with
her, and with a single glance toward her daddy I saw him nod once so I
smiled and told her that I'd be very happy to.  She almost wanted to
dash out of the room away from the lunch table before finishing, but I
placed my hand on her bare soft left thigh and patted it whispering that
she needed to finish eating first.

When her plate was cleaned, her drink glass emptied, and we received
permission to leave the table, I excused myself, helped Ana-Vee to the
floor and walked very calmly back to her bedroom.  This time, after we
entered her bedroom she closed her door and led me to her closet where
she walked to a wide low chest of drawers and opened one that had a
small collection of one piece bathing suits.  When she asked me which
one I wanted her to wear, I knelt down behind her, slipped my hands
around her body and my face over her shoulder and tight to her head.

In order to draw the moment out, I hesitated for a moment and then asked
her to show me which ones she liked the best first.  While she was doing
her best to keep from moving all of her outfits out of place, she kept
pointing out features of each one that was better than the rest.  While
she was detailing all of the many preferences she had for all her pretty
garments, I began to softly caress her body over her dress, my left hand
close to her little breasts and my right hand along the elastic of her
panties still hidden by her frock.  She slowly grew more and more silent
until finally she removed her hands from within the drawer, cupped her
small limbs over mine, leaned back, and then sighed.

I was then quietly told that I was the best playmate in the whole world
'cause I always made her feel so good.  That was when I turned my face
slightly and gave her a little kiss on her neck just below her ear.  She
giggled and scrunched her head over as an automatic reaction to the
tickling feeling but when I tried to pull back, she whimpered at me and
said that she liked it when I kissed her.  To confirm that I had a right
to repeat the loving moment, I pressed my lips to her elfin curl and
whispered if she wanted me to do it again and got a single nod as my
reply.

For the next minute or so I tenderly applied kiss after kiss to her
neck, jawline, ear, and cheek.  Each time after the first she'd try to
protect her soft skin by leaning her head into me, but when I began to
withdraw, she'd whimper again and tilt her head back to invite more.
When she turned her face toward me and puckered her lips, I lightly
brushed my lips across hers and waited for her to pull away from me.

She didn't for almost half a minute.  It must have been the first time
she'd ever been kissed so long because after I pulled back, she looked
deep into my eyes and stared at me as if I was a supreme being.  The
little thing was already in love with me, and I hadn't even been there
for more than three hours.

Using a slow caress with the tips of my fingers across her body, I
softly whispered that we needed to pick one of her swimsuits so I could
help her get changed.  She kept looking at my eyes and then my lips, and
I was unsure if she wanted me to kiss her again or just stare at her for
another few minutes.  To get some kind of reaction out of her, I shifted
my right hand very slightly lower on her tummy until I felt the top most
bulge of her pudendum against my pinky finger and kept sweeping my
fingers back and forth.  If she was going to be frightened or want me to
stop, I'd know quickly enough.

But rather than become alarmed or go screaming to her parents that I
tried to touch her privates, she leaned forward and pressed her body
into the open drawer with my hand between the two.  There was no way she
couldn't discern where my hand was and said nothing as I kept slipping
my fingers back and forth across her soft body.  When she closed her
eyes and leaned her face into mine for another kiss, I knew I was going
to be fired before the end of my first day.  Since she had been the one
to initiate the kiss and even prompted a bit more tactile force by
leaning into my hand, I knew I could venture a little bit more without
incurring the wrath of my employers.

For almost ten minutes we stayed in that one spot, my right hand
tenderly held against the front of her panty and dress protected lower
tummy, my pinky and even a few times my right ring finger taking a few
gentle samples of her developing softness, and our lips pressed tightly
together in a very mature display of emotional attachment.  I could have
remained in that one spot for the next hour or two, but was interrupted
by the sound of her mother's voice on the bedroom intercom, informing me
that they were about to leave.

I immediately jumped up and approached the panel near the entry door and
responded that I would be right down.  Since I didn't have an erection
to indicate my level of arousal, I didn't worry about them discerning
how much I had enjoyed the last few minutes alone with their daughter.
As a last measure of affection before I left her room, I re-entered her
closet, squat down to her level, wrapped my arms around her chubby body,
gave her another quick kiss, and then told her to wait right there for
me until I got back.

By the time I was striding down the last few steps, my employers and
their secretary were about to depart, the butler handing my boss a
slender black briefcase as I walked up.  They told me to have fun with
their little one, to enjoy whatever was in the kitchen, but to keep from
pouring too much sugar into the younger of our two person party.  We
could eat as much fruit as we desired and even make some popcorn if we
wanted to watch TV in my bedroom, but any other processed foods or
cookies were to be doled out at her parents' discretion.

As the last of my instructions were being offered, she then stepped
forward, planted a very ardent kiss on my lips with her arms around my
neck and then leaned back with a huge smile on her face.  As she gave
her husband a similar kiss, she giggled that she was going to enjoy
having another toy around the house to play with.  I immediately knew I
was that toy.  Moments later I was standing in the partially opened
doorway and watched them get into a nice stretch limo, the vehicle
driving away once everyone and the driver were comfortably seated.

The butler asked me if I needed anything for the moment and with a
negative response told me to just call out if I did.  He disappeared to
places unknown and I turned to go back upstairs where a very pretty
little four year old was most likely waiting for me to return for some
more kisses.

I knew to extend all the appropriate courtesies in my new home and
workplace, so instead of just barging right into her bedroom, I lightly
tapped on her door and softly told her it was me.  She opened the door
with a huge smile on her face and her arms extended upward, so I leaned
forward and scooped her into my arms for a nice big hug.  As she did the
last time we entered her room, she asked me to close her bedroom door
because I was going to take all her clothes off and she didn't want the
butler or anyone else to see her -- just me.

The door was closed and I returned to the same spot where I had left my
tender prize, placing her feet to the floor inside her closet and
kneeling down with her facing me this time.  She immediately puckered
her lips and closed her eyes, so I leaned in and began to teach her how
to kiss with a bit more nibbles and a few licks than she might have been
anticipating.  She pulled back and giggled and then wiped her mouth with
the side of her forearm, a gentle tap on my arm reminding me that I
wasn't supposed to get spit all over her face.  That was the perfect
time for me to quickly lean into her and start licking her chin, nose,
and lips, her bright giggles and squeals evidence that she liked how I
played our new games.

I didn't push my luck by doing it too much, and wiped her face free of
any residual saliva that I'd left there.  Even after I had interrupted
our last kiss with a brief moment of jocularity, she still wanted me to
kiss her some more and put both of her hands on my shoulders tight to my
neck as she leaned forward.  Although it wasn't intentional, both of my
hands slipped up under her dress when I reached forward to hold her in
place while we kissed, my fingers gently aligned around her chubby
thighs in back while my thumbs remained in front.

My digits weren't high enough to claim anything private, so our kiss
continued undisturbed for another minute or so.  As each second passed,
my fingers and thumbs grew impatient and began to caress her silky skin
in long slow sweeps.  It felt magical to hold her so close to me like
that and be able to touch such tender and forbidden flesh as she pressed
her lips to mine.  It was almost as if she was the very thing that I
needed in my life to take all my pain and heartache away and replace it
with purpose, love, and tremendous affection.

I couldn't just keep kissing her all afternoon because the butler most
likely had very specific orders to keep tabs on my actions and possibly
monitor the security cameras and record anything that I did that wasn't
appropriate or decent.  With a lot more resistance than I had expected,
I pulled back from our kiss, smiled at my tender playmate, and then
asked her which swimsuit she wanted me to put on her.  With my hands
still under her dress, she spun in place, reached under her frock to
hold my hands tight to her legs, and she then walked toward the still
open drawer that had her outfits inside.

I knee-walked behind her until my tummy was pressed into her bum and was
going to wait until she told me if she'd made a decision.  What I hadn't
anticipated was where my hands would end up by the time we both stopped
moving, the tips of my index and middle fingers at the juncture of her
thighs and her pantied pud.  Rather than prove to her that I knew where
my fingers should not have been, I waited until she noticed or said
something to me, but she wasn't the least offended about my digits
resting lightly over a small portion of her rubbery quim.

She went back and forth a few times trying to decide which one she
wanted to wear, my body aching because of the stress I was under.  I was
so incredibly close to her tender bits that I could feel them, but I
knew that I was sure to be caught with my hands in her panties and then
stuffed into a four by six cell with a man that needed a bitch to fuck.
My only recourse was to shift my body slightly which forced her tummy
and hips into the front of the front of the drawer, my fingers still
between.  My immediate reaction was to attempt some form of apology for
squeezing her between me and the drawer, my fingers wiggling slightly to
indicate where I might have caused some minor personal damage.

Ana-Vee leaned back against me slightly, but pressed her hips into the
flat surface of the drawer front, the sensation of my fingers so clear
and distinct there was no mistaking what I was lightly touching.  I then
leaned into her right ear and softly whispered that my fingers were way
too close to that very special place that her mommy and daddy told her
to protect from lots of bad people, and that maybe she shouldn't push
against my fingers like that 'cause I might accidentally tickle her a
little tiny bit on her pleasure button.

I got a giggle, but she didn't lean back away from the drawer.  I softly
whispered in a more conspiratorial tone that she better watch out 'cause
somebody's fingers might start tickling her pretty soon.  I got another
giggle and then felt her press against the drawer even harder.  That was
my cue to gently wiggle my index and middle fingers on both hands just
two times so she knew I was serious.  She giggled again and acting like
the little coquette I knew to exist down inside her growing body, she
pushed forward again.

We went back and forth a number of times, a greater amount of her plump
pantied pud tickled until my middle fingers dipped a little further
under her body and between her thighs.  Instead of becoming alarmed, she
shifted her feet apart a little bit, splay her knees out, and granted me
some room to give her a little fondle.  I could have claimed what she
was offering, but I decided to wait until we got to know each other a
little bit better first.  What I did instead was shift my left hand up
under her dress to her chest, cup her surprisingly pointy little right
titty with my fingertips as I slipped my right hand completely under her
pud and gave her a nice slow squeeze.  The sigh I got from her convinced
me that she truly loved to be held, no matter where my hands landed.

It took a lot more effort than I thought to withdraw my hands away from
her soft body and from under her frock, but once I kissed her right ear
and got a brief squeal, I asked her to just pick one so we could go
swimming.  I was actually looking forward to doing some laps to take the
edge off and cool down.  She huffed at me once, grabbed the first one on
top of a stack and then held it to her body as she turned around.  She
then tossed it toward the open closet door, raised her arms in the air
and told me to undress her.

I located four small buttons along her back near her neck, unfastened
them, and then lifted her dress straight over her head.  The moment I
saw her diminutive pointed cones of sexy little girl titties, I almost
leaned forward to plant my mouth on one.  They were much more prominent
on her chubby chest than I could have imagined, with bright pink nipples
surrounded by slightly lighter shaded areolas.  I could have stared at
her for an hour, but she would have noticed that.

In a move that she most likely hadn't anticipated, I drew her panties
straight down her chubby thighs and leaned my face down close enough to
get my first whiff of her little girl perfume.  I almost passed out!  It
took me little more than a few seconds to coax her to lift one and then
the other foot so I could draw her undergarment away, Ana-Vee holding
onto my shoulder and head for support.  Her panties were dropped over
her empty dress and I softly encouraged her to sit down on the carpeted
floor in front of me so I could help her undo her shiny black shoes and
help get them off her small feel.

She very obediently plopped her round little bum to the floor and splay
her knees all the way apart, and then presented me with an uplifted left
foot so I could start with that one.  The best option seemed for me to
place her foot onto my knee, keeping both of her feet far enough apart
so I could stare hungrily at that plump set of nether lips and ogle her
bright pink vaginal opening.

At first she was leaning back on her hands behind her, but once I got
her talking about her doll Charlotte and if she had any other nice toys
that were her favorites, she lay back, reached toward her doll, and gave
me the typical 'uh, uh, I'm pitiful, please help me' gesture.  In order
to keep her occupied and naked so I could enjoy the view a lot longer, I
leaned over her after placing my right hand to the floor directly
between her thighs where her cunny was.  As I reached out with my left
hand toward a smaller doll, she played the helpless spoiled brat and
only grunted at me in disapproval.  To keep the game going, I shifted my
left hand even further away from Charlotte to another toy and got a
similar response.

The entire time I was making one bad choice after another, my right
middle finger extended outward slightly and began to split her tender
labia majora right where her vagina was being presented.  It was a
daring move and one that could get me into tons of trouble, so I took
the invader away from her body and claimed her original choice.  As soon
as Ana-Vee had possession of her favorite doll, she turned into an
infant, stuffed her left thumb into her mouth, closed her eyes, and
cuddled with her toy.  I just sat in front of her and stared at her
plump little bald pud.

After a minute of my lovely view, I undid her left shoe, removed it, did
the same with her right one, and then tugged both of her frilly white
socks off last.  By the time I got her completely undressed, she was
asleep.  Cradling both the little girl and her doll, I lifted them to my
body and rose from the floor, my next stop her bathroom commode.  My
sleeping little Ana-Vee relinquished her doll when I whispered that she
needed to wait to go potty after my little girlfriend was finished, the
four year old's bum planted very gently onto the small plastic ring so
her bladder could be relieved of its contents.

Her plump vulva was wiped dry, fondled once, and then she was lifted
back into my arms with her head placed over my left shoulder.  The
commode was flushed, the doll reclaimed, and then our trip back to the
closet completed so I could dress my swimming partner.  She lay totally
asleep the entire time I worked the very elastic material up her legs
and then over her body.  During the process of tugging the suit into
place, I took a number of soft swipes at her pointy little titties, both
of her nipples erect and very firm, even though she was still asleep.
Once she was dressed and ready for the water, I put Charlotte back in
her spot, put Ana-Vee's shoes where a number of her other ones were,
claimed her socks, panties, and dress, and lay them on top of a low
shelf that seemed appropriate.

Since she'd already seen my cock and had held it in front of her
parents, I wasn't concerned about taking my sleepy playmate to my room
so I could undress and climb into my own swimsuit.  But instead of
holding her to me as I wrestled with my clothes, I lay her down on my
king sized bed and let her take a short nap.

Even though I knew my actions might have been captured by a hidden
surveillance camera and recorded for some despicable extortion ploy at
some future date, I still needed to masturbate to take the edge off.  At
least I had the good sense to close the bathroom door while I did it.

After a very satisfying wank, I sat down to empty my bowels and bladder,
a small can of air freshener strategically placed where I could get to
it used to eliminate any foul odors.  When the smellier bits were
allowed to fall to their doom, I flushed the commode, filled the air
with the scent of highly concentrated lavender, and contemplated what my
future might bring.  A nervous call from an awakened four year old was
my next immediate problem.

She called my name once in a rather pitiful gesture of fear, so I
answered with an 'in here' reply.  Moments later she very confidently
stride toward my bathroom and just walked right in with me still on the
commode.  By that time I was completely naked and felt horribly ashamed
of being in that unclothed condition in front of a four year old.  But
my charge had no such emotional or psychological hangups, because she
walked straight toward my knees, pressed her tummy between them, and
then leaned as far forward as she could for a sleepy hug.  I was amazed
at how naive and innocent she could be.  I had to actually think about
emptying my bladder, but once that was also accomplished I flushed the
commode a second time.

Acting very responsible, Ana-Vee claimed a couple of squares of tissue,
thrust her small hands between my thighs, and while holding my limp cock
with one, gently dabbed the end of it with the bland white paper.  The
tissue was dropped to the water below and then she just stared at my
dick for a few seconds with a troubled expression on her face.  When I
asked her why she looked like that and what she was thinking of, she
very softly asked me if my penis was always so soft.  In order to keep
her hands on my cock I pretended not to know what she was referring to
and said that my skin was soft all over.

She then looked into my eyes as she began to grip and squeeze my dick
with both of her small hands and said that her daddy's penis was always
sticking up or straight out and that it looked really hard.  That's when
I told her that since I was so much older than her daddy, my penis
didn't need to stick up or out anymore 'cause I didn't have a mommy to
help make a baby with and be happy.  What she said next pretty much
confirmed that I was going to jail, because she then offered to be a
mommy for me so I could be happy like her daddy was all the time.

The thought of her granting me permission to fuck her at four was most
likely the reason her parents needed to find a man that had absolutely
no promise of an erection for the rest of his life.  They probably knew
that she had seen her own parents have lots of wild sex, and most likely
had also witnessed other women and men doing the same sort of thing.
That pretty much made it impossible for them to trust any man that was a
working version of a male human being, because Ana-Vee was sure to
invite one to help her practice being a mommy.

I pulled her into me as I leaned forward and caressed her back as she
continued to fondle and touch my cock.  I could have let her play with
me for the rest of the day, but the video images of her hands around my
dick would be my invitation to jail, so I gently but firmly pushed her
away so I could get up off the commode.  I held her up next to the sink
so she could wash her hands, and when she was done I did the same.  Less
than a minute later I had my swim trunks on and was carrying a happy but
slightly confused four year old downstairs.

Along the way toward what was most likely the back yard, I asked the
butler for some towels, and he informed me that the cabana had
everything that we needed.  I was then told to use the small electric
cart just beyond the kitchen rear entry to drive to the swim house.  I
had pretty much assumed the pool was just a few feet away along the back
of their home, but was politely told the large glass enclosed structure
about a hundred yards away was where the pool was.  Although Ana-Vee had
been there hundreds of times, she wasn't allowed to go there by herself,
so I could ask her for directions but wasn't to leave her there alone.

It felt uniquely strange to hold a quiet four year old to my body and
climb onto a rather impressive electric vehicle that reminded me of an
upscale golf cart.  The key was turned, the brake released, and we went
nearly silently toward the pool.  By the time we got there, Ana-Vee was
no longer quite as sleepy as she had been before, her grin broad and her
body twitching with anticipation of an afternoon romp in the pool.

She showed me where the towels and all the toys were after I carried her
through the frosted glass door, and once she had some floaties on her
arms, I chased her toward the pool.  With no fear whatsoever, she just
jumped right in squealing, me right behind her.  I might have suspected
she would be far too careless at her age, but she actually swam quite
well.  I still remained very close by so she could reach out and climb
onto me for support if she needed it.

We splashed, she swam around like a little fish, and even dove down
under my body and wiggled through my legs.  She came up behind me
giggling at her accomplishment and immediately climbed up onto my
shoulders.  Her desire to use me as a launch platform was obeyed and I
helped get her naked feet up onto my shoulders while I held onto her
chubby thighs and round fanny.  With a loud squeal and a small splash
she was in the water and anxious to do it all over again moments later.
All I had to do was just stand in one spot for the next ten minutes and
let my young playmate entertain herself.

Each time she'd request or demand another turn, I'd touch, fondle, and
hold her body in all the right places as she scampered onto my shoulders
and head.  It got to be so ordinary for me to have my hands between her
thighs that she thought nothing of me holding her in the water that way.
My fingers were frequently tucked tightly against her body, and that
constrained sweetness that I hungered for was quite often mere fractions
of an inch away from my bare fingers.

In spite of the opportunity to fondle and molest her all afternoon like
that, I still craved the chance to do some laps, so I carried her to the
shallow end and placed her feet to the bottom.  I asked her to remain in
that one spot for just a couple of minutes while I went back and forth a
few times and I was quite pleased when she didn't argue with me.  She
got a little kiss as her reward and I got a longer one as mine.

Just before I turned around and dove underwater, I leaned forward and
pressed my face to her tummy so I could nibble on her.  Her squeals
echoed in that brightly enclosed arboretum for a second or two, even
after I had released her and disappeared in the other direction.  On my
return journey underwater toward her, she intentionally shifted into my
way and waited until I was close enough before she reached out and
grabbed my hands and arms.  I was genuinely surprised for a moment but
not unpleasantly so, and thrust my fingers into her tummy and between
her legs and wiggled them wildly.  She was literally dancing in the
water as she giggled and squealed, an immediate withdrawal of my digits
and hands so I could go for another lap.

Each time I approached and no matter which side of the pool I swam
toward, she would always block my path and wrap her arms around mine
when I was close enough.  I really didn't mind her brief attacks because
I was able to tickle and fondle her over and over again and give her the
kind of attention that she seemed to crave more than air.  The only
really provocative thing I ever did was to intentionally slip a single
digit under the leg elastic of her outfit to claim a bare digit fondle
of her plump puddy.  She squealed just as she had before and said
nothing of my naughty adventure.

I waited to repeat that immoral touch until I had done two more laps, my
anxious playmate actually expecting me to do it each time after the
first one.  When I finally did wiggle a finger inside, instead of
ticking her cunny I split her bum and tickled her ass.  She wasn't
expecting it but again didn't seem to be all that upset because she
reached out with her hands and tried to encourage me to tickle her some
more upon my next approach.

When I returned one time only expecting her hands, I was shocked when
instead I felt a completely naked little girl trying to invite some very
animated underwater tickles.  I immediately burst up out of the water,
looked around expecting a witness, and then softly confirmed what my
hands and eyes had already determined.  With a very soft but firm tone I
asked her if it was such a good idea for her to be swimming with no
swimsuit on.  She just as quickly told me that because her mommy and
daddy said so, she could take her clothes of in front of only the people
that she trusted and liked, and that included me 'cause I was her very
best friend now.

Holding her underwater, cupping her bum with one hand and lightly
caressing her cunny in front with the other, I whispered that I might
accidentally touch her private place if she wasn't wearing anything, and
that I also might even accidentally rub her pleasure button.  Before she
could say anything I reminded her that she had been told that nobody but
her was supposed to touch that very private place on her body.

But just as quickly, she very nonchalantly told me that she was the one
that was allowed to give someone very special permission if she wanted
them to do that, even if nobody ever found out about it.  That's when I
slipped my fingers between her thighs sideways and applied a modicum of
pressure against her clitoris with the face of my thumb.  She knew where
my plump digit was and her reaction was to splay her feet using a few
quick heel-to-toe shifts and then to hold my hand in place so I could
give her some nice tingles.

I wanted to do just that for the next hour but I was still unsure if I
had that kind of latitude.  Even though I had been given autonomy to
touch and even fondle her if she invited the caress, I still felt very
uneasy about doing so.  I got a nice little visit between her thighs for
a minute or two as I repeatedly warned her that some bad men like to
touch little girls between their legs all the time, but Ana-Vee just
held on and even tugged my hand a big harder when I started to roll her
highly sensitive bump around a little bit.  To give her something to
look forward to, I whispered that I would give her all the nice tingles
she could ever want, but only after I had been her boyfriend for a
little while and didn't get into trouble for putting my fingers there.

She eventually understood my reluctance to get into trouble but she
insisted that she remain naked while we played, at least for a little
bit longer.  It was an innocent enough attempt to get more out of me and
I knew full well that my fingers were going to be back in that special
spot a few more times before the afternoon was out.  We returned to more
traditional forms of water sports until I grew far too uneasy about one
of the staff or even her parents walking in and seeing her nude.

It took some cajoling and even a lot of promises that I'd be a very
special boyfriend very soon and let her tell me what other kind of nice
touching games we could play when we were all alone.  I was only able to
work her springy outfit back onto her body after I softly masturbated
her for about a minute.  Rather than feel excited and extremely aroused,
I was horrified and sure that I'd be caught any second.  I was finally
able to breathe a little easier after she was dressed appropriately and
I got her distracted with a water basketball setup.

When I was informed that she needed to go to the potty, I helped her up
and out, dried her off a little bit, and then carried her to the nicely
appointed full bathroom inside the cabana.  When I stripped her naked in
that room, I no longer felt hesitation and fright but lust and hunger.
It was a queer mix of location and opportunity that seemed to plague my
thoughts and fears, and they'd only be completely resolved with time.

She peed, I wiped, I touched, and then gently played with her clitoris
for about a minute.  Just as I was bringing our sexual adventure to a
close, I softly reminded her that I was only doing what she asked me to
as her new boyfriend and gave her our first private play game.  She
grinned, blushed, giggled, and then nodded in agreement.  She didn't
resist my dressing her after that.

We returned to the pool for another half hour and when I saw a wide
yawn, I knew play time was over.  She was lifted out of the water again,
taken to the cabana as before, stripped naked, and her butt placed onto
the commode while I rung her swimsuit out to extract as much water as I
could.  She was wiped dry underneath, then dry after she was standing,
and then dressed.  My trunks needed to be squeezed a little drier so I
repeated on me what I had with her, a curious little hand taking hold of
my limp wanker while I was drying my hair with a towel.  Since she was
the one that initiated the touch, I let her maintain it as long as she
wanted to.

What I didn't expect was for her to play with my cock head, fondle the
crown of my glans so openly, and examine me with such intense interest.
I actually felt quite powerful and humbled at her level of admiration
for a male appendage that only worked well on after lots of chemicals
had been ingested.  Even as I was combing my hair in front of a wide
mirror across one wall over the sinks, I let Ana-Vee keep her hands on
my penis and never gave her any indication that I was either enjoying
her touch or offended by it.

Once I was dry and my hair straightened, I turned around, bent over, and
claimed my trunks.  But before I could begin to slip them over one foot
and up my leg, Ana-Vee grabbed them from my hands and bounded away from
me with an animated and very wicked giggle.  I tried not to grin as I
softly scolded her for taking my clothes away from me, but all she did
was put it behind her as she leaned against one wall.  When I tried to
reach around her to retrieve my garment, she squealed and took off to
another part of the cabana.  I did that two more times and tried to be
serious but just couldn't stop grinning.  It was only when she told me
that she'd only give me my trunks back if I helped her take her swimsuit
off first so we could play our special game for just one more minute.
It was a dangerous game to play, but after taking a quick look at the
clock on the wall, I knew we didn't have much time before we needed to
be back in the house, cleaned up, and dressed when her folks got home.

When I nodded to her, she threw my trunks to the far wall, immediately
peeled her elastic outfit complete off her body, lay down in front of me
on the soft rubberized floor of the cabana, splay her thighs all the way
apart, stuffed her left thumb into her mouth, and then waited for me to
begin.  I spent the next fifteen minutes gently masturbating and even
exploring her tender body.  She never once appeared the least troubled
about anything that I did and even lifted her hips a few times when I
started to pull away.  Each time she'd do that, I returned my fingers
and thumb to her naked pussy and continued her molestation at the same
relaxed and loving pace.  I could have lowered my face to her vulva and
licked her to orgasm, but I was already acting far too bold as it was.

Using a very mild tone and in mere whispers, I asked her if I helped her
feel very good and she nodded and smiled behind her thumb.  That was my
cue to lean forward and kiss her bellybutton, both of her hands held
against my ears as she giggled.  I kissed down her tummy just slightly
to give her a hint and leaned back as I felt her Mons Veneris against my
chin.  She resisted my departure but I was insistent that our fun time
was over with by lifting her into the air and vertical.  A few minutes
later, we were both dressed, the towels hung onto the appropriate drying
rack for the cleaning crew to deal with, and I carried a very happy and
certainly much more informed little girl back to the electric cart.

She nestled into my embrace and was practically asleep by the time I
locked the brake of the cart and switched the key off, her body little
more than a living bundle of warmth and intense beauty.  I told the
butler that I was going to take Ana-Vee upstairs for a bath, get her
dressed for her folks return, and then do the same for myself.  In
keeping with my awareness of being watched, I remained outside her tub
as I shampooed her hair, applied rinse after the soap had been removed,
and then covered her in a thick layer of bright white foam.  By the time
she was clean, dry, and her hair brushed straight, she was again asleep.

I carried her to her closet, found a clean pair of panties to slip up
her chubby thighs, a clean pair of socks as well, and then brought her
dress along to finish out the collection.  I dressed her with the love
of a devoted slave and then carried her to the potty for one last stop
before I lay her on her bed so she could finish her nap.  A minute later
I was through the passage between our suites and headed toward my own
clean up routine.

I hadn't been in the hot water with shampoo in my hair for more than a
minute when I heard my bathroom door open and then close, and then a
quivering little voice chastise me for not letting her take a shower
with me.  I promised her that we'd get to do that really soon, but that
she needed to go lay down for a little while so I could get all clean.
She insisted that she remain to keep me company until I was finished and
there was little I could do about it until I was going to climb out
anyway, so I just relented and let her watch me through the perfectly
clear glass shower walls.  About the only thing I did to afford me some
measure of emotional protection and defense against prosecution was to
keep my back to her the whole time.

As soon as I was out of the shower and onto the wide fuzzy rug in front
of the doorway, I began to dry my hair as I had done for many years.
The moment I felt a small hand claim my penis, I knew Ana-Vee was
becoming a bit of a pest and was sure she'd get me fired and then thrown
in jail.  But again, since she was the one that initiated the touch and
her father specifically and categorically stated that she was allowed to
do so at any time, I let her keep my cock in safe refuge while I dried
my body around her small appendage.

But instead of just holding it in her hand, she began to caress the
slightly bulbous end with her thumb and squeeze with a lot more
determination when I didn't stop her.  I knew she was learning about my
body and that of all human males, and felt a measure of pride in how
quickly and earnestly she was trying to increase our special bond.  I
could have taken a far different position and insist that she not touch
me, but I actually enjoyed being touched and played with in my limp and
useless condition.  She even giggled at me when I reached around her
hand and dried my balls and the inside of my thighs, using her wrist to
guide my penis up and out of the way so I could dry underneath.

The entire time we were in my bathroom, she had one or both of her small
hands on my cock, her face often times less than three or four inches
away from my recently cleaned dick.  All she had to do was lean a mere
inch or two closer and I could 'accidentally' push my hips close enough
so her lips could contact my bare genitals.  When I saw my chance, I
took it and for an incredibly brief second felt her warm mouth against
my very sensitive cock.  Ana-Vee was a paradox because she didn't react
the way I expected and pull back in horror.  She just remained where she
was moments before I leaned forward, her eyes locked onto my penis and
her hands holding me in place directly in line with her mouth.  It was
almost as if she was wordlessly asking me or even daring me to do it a
second time.  I just couldn't, at least not that soon.

She followed me into my clothes closet and while I was fumbling with a
button down shirt, I asked her to get out a pair of my underpants so she
could help me put them on.  It must have been terribly exciting for her
to do that, because she found where my clothes were neatly ordered on a
low shelf, retrieved the first pair of shorts, and then squat down onto
the floor at my feet so I could lift one and then the other.  I took a
little bit longer to button my shirt than I normally did, because I knew
if she had enough time, she'd take another chance at either touching me,
or trying something much more provocative.

Sure enough, just before she worked my shorts up my thighs, she stopped,
grabbed my cock, pulled it toward her face, leaned in, and then brushed
her lips with the end of my dick as if she was applying lipstick.  At
first I was horrified but then I felt a wave of lust wash through me
that I'd never felt before.  It was as if one of the XXX porn movies I'd
watched a few weeks before had been scripted with just my kind of tastes
and interests.

In spite of her obvious willingness to do such a daring thing, I still
felt it necessary to softly castigate her and ask her what she was
doing.  All she did was shrug her shoulders once and then lean forward a
second time to repeat the caress.  I scolded her a second time and told
her that her parents might not like it if they knew she was playing that
kind of special game.  She immediately informed me rather plainly that
she'd seen her mommy do that with her daddy a whole bunch of times and
it always made her daddy smile and then feel really good.  All she
wanted to do was help make me feel good too for just a little while.

I could have gently held her head in place and worked the useless nub of
my gender between her lips so I could scare the shit out of her when I
painted the back of her tongue with my sperm.  But I tenderly cupped her
chin and tugged her slightly away from my dick.  In a very soft and calm
voice I told her that we could do lots of things with each other after I
got to know her better and she was sure she liked me enough to do such
wonderful stuff.  But until then she'd have to wait a little bit longer
until we . . .

When I felt her open her mouth and wrap her plump lips around the tip of
my cock, I stopped talking, froze, and almost sprayed her.  For the next
two wonderful minutes I just stood there and watched as she kissed,
licked, and even sucked on my dick.  When she felt confident enough to
push the whole of my glans into her mouth, she looked up at me and I
almost died on the spot.  I wanted so badly to teach her all about
fellatio but I was letting my small and useless head do all my thinking
and needed to discontinue this wonderful reverie until I was much more
sure about what we'd be permitted to do.

I gently grasped her head with both hands and began to tug her backward
and away from me.  At the same time, she was pushing forward and wanting
to take more of me into her mouth.  It was a battle that I knew I had to
win, no matter how she might dislike my forcing her to stop.  It was
only when she pushed a little too forcefully that we slipped and she got
a mouthful of my cock.  It wasn't enough to make her gag, since all I
did was pretty much conform to the limited dimensions of her small
mouth.  But I did feel the intense warmth of my lips, tongue, and mouth
around enough of my penis that I just stood there and waited to see what
she might do.

As impossible as it seemed, my darling Anastasia Victoria began to bob
back and forth onto my penis, the soft sound of the snaps, pops, and
slurps driving me ever closer to that tipping point that would ruin such
a perfect relationship before it had a chance to start.  My precious
little lover was actually giving me a real blow job, something she'd
obviously seen her mother do for her father countless times before.  It
made me wonder why I had been selected for this position, because they
had to know she was so intensely precocious that she'd mimic what she'd
seen them do eventually, and far too soon for a child her age.

It was only my impassioned and desperate pleading for her to stop that
broke her lurid concentration.  She withdrew my cock from her mouth,
held it in place, and even began to tenderly wank me as she'd seen
before.  That's when I literally begged her not to do that with me,
because I was eventually going to shoot some sticky stuff into her mouth
that wouldn't taste good.  She just grinned and said that she already
knew about that 'cause her mommy told her that it was like salty milk.

She opened her mouth and was just about to claim my cock when I grabbed
the end of my dick and prevented her from having access.  She huffed at
me, crossed her arms, stomped her right foot to the floor once, and then
glared into my face.  She immediately told me that all she wanted to do
was make me feel good like her mommy made her daddy feel good, and there
was nothing wrong with that 'cause we were now boyfriend and girlfriend.
Her brief argument was well presented, but a federal judge wouldn't see
it that way if anyone found out I let her finish, so I squat down to her
level, took her face in my hands, and gave her a very soft but very long
kiss.  Once I broke our labial embrace, I smiled at her, thanked her
very tenderly, and told her that all I wanted to do was wait a little
bit longer before we tried to lick each other down there.

It was the wrong thing to let her think about, because she immediately
reached up under her dress, pulled her panties down, lifted her frock,
and then stuck her hips out toward me.  With her confident two word
command 'lick me', she grinned wickedly and waited until I obeyed her
orders.  I kept my place for about fifteen seconds and once I was sure
she wouldn't give up, decided to make her a deal.  If she'd be willing
to wait a little bit longer before we did that sort of thing to each
other a lot, I'd give her just a minute of nice licks.  She pondered my
offer and then said she'd agree, but only if I gave her two minutes.
When I lowered my eyes in defeat and nodded, she lay back on the floor,
tugged her dress up and out of the way, and then splay her knees as far
apart as they could go.

For the next ten minutes I gently feasted on her plump naked vulva and
did my best to keep from giving her an early cum.  When she commanded me
to lick her pleasure button, all of my resistance was gone and I licked
that small fraction of an inch higher until she gasped and clamped her
knees against the sides of my head.  When I tried to pull away fearing
that I really frightened her, she gripped my hair with both hands and
whimpered 'no' at me.

What was supposed to only last two minutes went on for over thirty, and
that early orgasm that I had wanted to put off was a quietly celebrated
in a very rewarding bond between us.  It took me a while to suck up all
of her tender essence, but by the time she was fairly dry and had
stopped convulsing into my mouth, she was one very tired little girl.  I
was only able to work her panties back into place because she had no
strength to resist me anymore.

I felt like shit as I finished getting dressed and while I carried her
sleeping form to her potty.  She peed, I wiped, but I couldn't touch her
as I had before because of my most recent transgression.  I gently lay
her on her bed, made sure her clothes were appropriately covering her
body, and then made my way downstairs just in time to see her folks
arriving.  There was no putting off what I had to do and rather than
take the chance that they'd want to blackmail me, I very timidly asked
her parents to join me in the library for a brief conference.

It took me a minute to gather my strength and they could tell something
had happened while they were away, but they never interrupted or hurried
me along.  By the time I had spilled my guts out, had described how she
had fellated me briefly, and how I had licked her to orgasm, I was sure
either or both of them would lunge at me with their hands around my
throat.

Instead of taking their aggression out on me immediately, they turned me
around and walked me up to Ana-Vee's bedroom.  The young mother quietly
opened the door, peeked in, saw her little girl just as I had described
and then walked in.  My soon-to-be ex-boss gently urged me to follow and
I did, assuming a place near the foot of Ana-Vee's bed while her folks
sat on either side next to their little girl's hips.

They softly caressed her face, arms, and even her legs outside her dress
until my little lover woke up and smiled at her mommy and daddy.  She
was lifted into her mother's embrace first, and then traded off to her
father's.  That's when the young mother had Ana-Vee sit up so they could
ask her some very important questions.

Everything that I had described was confirmed in just as much detail as
a four year old could relate, and by the time all of my story had been
repeated and proved valid, I felt my life slipping away a second at a
time.  Ana-Vee was thanked for being honest about wanting to touch me so
much, then wanting to do what her mommy did with her daddy, but even
more so because she had been so curious and anxious to know what it felt
like to have her pleasure button licked so much.  She was hugged by both
of her parents again and then allowed to lay back to finish her nap.

But before she would comply, she asked her mother if her mommy and daddy
were mad at me for playing all those special games with Ana-Vee.  Her
mom shook her head with a broad smile on her face and then looked up at
me as if I was supposed to have a speech prepared.  All I could do was
stand there and look like an idiot.  That's when my female boss rose
from the bed, walked to the spot directly in front of mine and moved so
quickly I didn't have time to stop her.

Imagine my surprise when instead of choking me to death, my female boss
wrapped her arms around me and gave me a truly painful full body hug.  I
was almost convinced she was trying to strangle me with her arms around
my chest rather than my throat, but when she leaned back slightly and
then smiled up at me, I was more confused than ever.

In an incredibly demure and submissive tone she told me that she was
very pleased I'd be willing to share such daring information with them,
although there never were any security cameras around to monitor my
activities.  It was nothing more than a test of my ethics and morals, as
I had been tested once before with a fictional scenario at the medical
clinic.  She then gave me a very tender kiss that was a far cry from
anything that such a bold and daring young woman might provide me in
front of her little girl and husband.  When our lips separated, she then
very quietly told me that they had been searching for just the right man
to help raise their little girl just the way the child's mother had been
raised.

That's when a lot more of the truth began to spill out, the wealth that
I had assumed was from the husband's hard work actually handed down from
her daddy when he passed away.  The special relationship that she had
enjoyed as a little girl with her own father was something that she
craved for her own child, but couldn't find anyone brave enough to take
on that role.

Even her husband was horribly reluctant to enter into that kind of long
term relationship with his own offspring, but had agreed to permit it if
they could find someone who could be gentle, tender, careful, and would
love the little girl as if she were his very own.  Her daddy might not
want to venture into a physical and sexual relationship with his own
child, but he vowed to his fiancé before they got married that he would
stop at nothing to make sure he could find the perfect partner for their
little girl, if the sexy young woman would marry him.

The more I heard, the less I understood, but the quicker I accepted my
strange role in that bizarre love affair.  Ana-Vee grew so concerned
about the hushed tones and the deeply emotional expressions on all our
faces that she rose from the bed and knee-walked all the way toward the
edge of her bed closest to where I stood.  With her arms extended toward
me and a tear already rolling down her cheek, I couldn't help but lean
forward and pull her into my body.  For the next minute I held a crying
little girl against my chest and slowly began to accept that I was a
member in good standing of this special family, and it had only taken
one day for all that to happen, too.

In the middle of our embrace the butler announced over the intercom that
dinner would be served in thirty minutes.  I thought that was my cue to
relinquish my hold on the little girl, but her mother had other ideas.
She joined in our embrace and then softly asked her daughter if she
wanted her new big boyfriend to give her some nice licks before she had
dinner.  Ana-Vee immediately flung her arms around her mommy and nodded
wildly into the young woman's bosom.  A few moments later I was left
alone with a four year old and asked to make her feel very nice until we
were called down to eat . . . food.

I stripped my little lover completely naked and proceeded to show her
all that I had learned about how to please a woman with my fingers,
hands, lips, and tongue.  Ana-Vee had at least three nice little cums
before we were softly invited downstairs.

Dinner went off as if nothing had ever happened between me and my four
year old lover, with lots of laughter, happy chatter, and talk of many
days of fun and play to come.  When we were all excused from the table
and allowed to determine our own activities until morning, I was tugged
by the hand upstairs to my bedroom suite and helped out of my clothes
before I helped Ana-Vee out of hers.  We used the potty and then climbed
into my bed for a long night of touches, kisses, licks, and anything
else that my precious lover wanted.

She wanted quite a bit, and she got almost everything she asked of me.

The only thing she couldn't have that night was what I knew I needed to
wait a number of years to provide, even though she kept trying to work
my useless penis between her plump bald nether lips and into her tight
little hole for over an hour.  Ana-Vee had to have been the most
provocative little girl I could have ever met in my life, and I had
absolutely no defense against anything that she'd ask of me or command
me to do with her that night or any night from then on.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the term 'Eunuch' aptly applied
to a man, and that man was me, but with a very strange twist to the
circumstances of my role in a young girl's life.  I eagerly anticipated
what my life would be like until my young charge grew old enough to ask
me to fuck her for real, which might not be very long at the rate things
had happened that first day and night.

I found out the next morning during breakfast that there were two very
important pieces of information that I needed to hear from my 'real'
employer, Ana-Vee's mother.  She told me about and then produced an
official bank draft confirming the sum of $20 Million was placed in a
private trust in my name, and that each year I remained as the little
girl's teacher, caregiver, best friend, and even her lover, I would
receive another $5 Million.  Needless to say I was more than a little
speechless.  She then told me I could return to my use of erectile
dysfunction medications when Ana-Vee was old and physically mature
enough to accept a normal sized erect penis in her mouth, her ass,
and/or her vagina.

I just stood there completely baffled and shocked beyond words.  How
could such a life like this exist?  Was this nothing more than a really
hot and wonderful dream that I would awaken from all too soon?

In spite of my freedom to encourage much more intense sexual activities
with my four year old charge, I knew to be patient and let her grow up
like a little girl should.  Yes, I was anxious, but I also knew not to
push too hard.  There was already so much to be thankful for already and
I had no desire to ruin the best dream job in the whole world.

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