The albino-white stretch limousine pulled to the curb smoothly, almost silently. I was out for a walk in this high class neighborhood in New York. I was new to the city and knew no one so I figured I'd brave the glare of the doormen, take in the sights and perhaps meet someone rich. I chuckled at the absurdity of that thought.
The driver was dressed in the typical drivers garb except in this case the uniform was white leather. He trotted briskly around the car, barely giving me a glance as he passed me, and opened the rear passenger side door. I must have looked like a tourist standing there gawking. I was annoyed that the driver's body blocked my view of the inside of the car.
Then a leg in tan hose came into view. On the foot was a very high pair of clear overarch pumps. The tan hose clad foot was pointed almost straight down. I drew in my breath at the beauty of that leg.
It was soon joined by a second leg of equal beauty.
I was surprised that the legs were attached to the body of a little girl who couldn't have been more than nine years old. She was wearing a skin tight white lycra slip dress that showed the bones of her hips and her newly budding nippies. She had full bee-stung red lips and black heart-shaped sunglasses over her eyes.
She drew the glasses down, obviously checking me out. Her eyes were the deepest brown that I had ever seen and seemed out of place with her blonde hair drawn up in pigtails. She wore long false lashes and deep brown eye shadow, just about one shade lighter than her eyes.
She smiled and my heart melted.
Sunglasses back in place, the girl walked with the grace of a supermodel as she came to my side and took my hand. I was very unsure and hesitent as she lead me gently to the front door of the building. The doorman opened the door, seemingly unsurprised that a nine year-old girl should lead a grown male past his station. The doorman greeted the little girl with a simple, "Miss." For me, well as with the driver, I didn't exist.
Inside the hall the girl dropped my hand and took off her sunglasses. She folded them and handed them to me. She was short and I quite tall, so I had to bend down to receive them. She grabbed me by my collar and pulled me closer. She planted a soft, almost matronly kiss on my lips.
Smiling, she stepped back on her left foot so her right leg was extended out front. Still bent, my eyes followed her hands as she slid them up her nylon clad thigh and to the hem of her dress. She lifted the hem slowly reveling that she was wearing a pair of clear latex panties. She appeared to have some sort of black object in her cunnie.
Frowning, she made a tsking sound with her toungue as she drew the hem of her skirt back down over the tops of her stockings and stood upright. She waved her finger from side to side in front of my nose as if to say that I had been naughty, then tapped me lightly three times on the tip of my nose with one red acrilic fingernail.
Her frown quickly turned to a contented smile as she took my hand over her shoulder and led me to the elevator. I followed, not sure what exactly was happening, and even more unsure about what was happening to me, as I was starting to feel...odd. I had felt like this before, but never was this particular feeling directed towards a child.
I wasn't so far gone at that point to notice that her skill with those impossible shoes was great. I didn't hear her scuff against the floor once the whole distance. It was deadly silent in that lobby so the crisp clicks of her heels on the stone flooring had a hypnotic quality to them.
The girl waited patiently for the indicator to show that the elevator had arrived. When the door opened she sauntered inside, with me still in tow. She pointed to the 17th floor and as I leaned over her to press the button I smelled her perfume. It was subtle and had a very grown-up scent. I tried to place it but realized that it really didn't matter.
On the seventeenth floor we stepped off the elevator and into a small entryway. A large double door stood before us. The girl dropped my hand and stepped to one side where there was a small keypad. Using her hand to hide what she was doing, she entered a series of numbers. The click of the door latch was loud in the small space and the door hummed as it opened by itself.
The girl grasped my hand again and led me inside.
The room was elegant, but understated. Everything seemed to fit except for the items in one corner. That corner was done up like a child's playroom. A small table wth child-sized chairs was in the center of the area. On three of its chairs were dolls, a bear, a baby doll, and a rabbit. The final chair stood to the left by my view. All of the dolls were half the girl's size and I was surprised to see that they all wore sets of chains and gags.
On the table was a small teapot and four cups in saucers. They were the same size as a child's toy but even to my untrained eye they were obviously fine bone china.
To the right of the table stood an antique wooden rocking horse with a real leather saddle with real leather stirrups and reins. To the left was a narrow but tall bookcase filled with children's books of various sizea and colors.
The wallpaper in the corner was balloons and clowns.
The floor throughout the room was polished maple.
I was so intent on taking all this in that I hadn't noticed that the girl had dropped my hand and was standing in front of a plush club chair that seemed to be positioned for optimal viewing of the playroom set. She looked at me hard and patted the seat, an obvious invitation...(order?) to sit down. As I sat, she walked smoothly down a hallway and turned out of sight.
I noticed a small fridge next to the chair and I took a look inside. There was a small rack on a shelf containing cans of soda of various types. On the door was a standard-sized baby bottle. There wa some liquid in it. Holding back my curiousity I picked up a can of soda and opened it. As I drank it down in one swallow I realized how hot the room had become. I took off my coat and hung it on a coat rack by the front door. I went back to the chair and sat.
I was almost finished with my soda when the girl returned. She was still wearing the tan stockings, clear latex panties and heels, but she had changed from her dress into a small pink bib with the image of barbie on the front. She glided over to me with the same smooth grace that I found captivating. I realized that I had frozen when she had entered, the can almost to my lips. I quickly put the can on top of the fridge.
I had been sitting on the edge of the chair and the girl came right up against me. She leaned up slightly and gave me a kiss. It wasn't like the matronly kiss she had given me before. This was a full kiss that seemed to last forever.
The girl pulled back and smiled. For a moment I didn't see a little woman, but a little girl playing a vary grown-up game.
That's when I noticed that her hands were behind her back. She continued smiling as she drew her right hand around to the front and handed me something that looked like an old "clicker" type television controller. I held it and wondered what It was used for.
Before I could ask, the girl brought her left hand around. She was holding a babies pacifier, perfect in every detail except it was larger, like it was made for an adult. The shield was clear. She opened her mouth very wide and slowly inserted the nipple of the pacifier into her mouth until it was all the way back to her throat. She slowly closed her mouth and then wrapped her lips around it. She drew the nipple out of her mouth slowly, her lips pressed tightly against it. Her eyes closed, a soft moan escaped her throat and I saw that she wasn't playacting, she really liked the taste and feel of it in her little mouth.
She stopped just before the nipple would have popped out of her mouth. She opened her lips and giggled as she bit the tip of the nipple with her uneven teeth. She stretched her arms high over her head and arched her back. The bib drew aside and I saw that she wore a small, heart shaped cover over her nipple.
The girl moaned and my eyes were drawn back to her mouth. With a dexterity that i hadn't seen before she used her tongue to drag the nipple back into her mouth a bit. She closed her lips and her cheeks drew inward sharply as she sucked. I watched in fascination as the nipple popped quickly into her mouth.
Snapping her mouth shut, the girl turned and glided over to the playroom. When she got to the table she bent over and gave the teddy bear a hug and giving me a perfectly placed view of her butt, and the second rubber plug inside her butthole.
She went around the table hugging each of her dolls in turn until she stood in front of the empty chair. She stood with her eyes cast down for a moment or two then lifted her head slowly until she was looking into my eyes through her long lashes. She threw back her head and laughed. I was amazed that she didn't choke on the nipple of the pacifier.
She turned sharply and plopped down onto the wooden chair. She scooted forward until her butt was on the edge of the seat. She made eye contact again as she slowly folded her hands on her lap. Lifting her left leg, the one farthest from me, and with a sensuality that I have never seen in my life, she crossed her legs. I could see clearly the inside of her left thihg and for a moment I want to go to her and kiss it. I could hear the soft rustle as the nylons rubbed together. I stared as she carefully positioned her leg so the thighs were tightly pressed together and her calves were tucked close.
Then she was a little girl again for a moment, giggleing and covering her face with her hands. She leaned backwards in the chair and raised her hands above her head, wrists crossed. Then she was a little woman again, looking at me around her right arm with bedroom eyes.
The girl sat upright and leaned forward to pick up the teapot. She leaned farther to pour a cup of pretend tea for each of her pretend friends. She was talking to them, but because of the nipple in her mouth the words were garbled. She sounded happy.
The girl picked up her cup and started to take a sip, but the pacifier got in the way. She frowned and made a negative noise. Her head snapped towards me. She put down her cup as she slid off the chair and onto her knees. Eyes locked with mine, she crawled on her knees until she was directly in front of me. She bowed her head and bent forward at her waist, extending her arms out in front of her. She leaned until her forehead touched the floor between my feet and her hands almost reached the front of the chair.
The girl pressed the palms of her hand against the floor and lifted her head, dropping her butt towards the floor until her face was inches from my manhood. She looked at my zipper, then up at my face. Then she winked. Her false eyelash made it seem like she was waving to me. I felt a motion in my lap and looked down. My pants were tented as my manhood showed just how much it appreciated this game.
After drawing her legs beneath her again, the girl knelt upright, her hands crossed behind her back. Her head was thrown back and her eyes locked with mine. she opened her mouth and wiggled the pacifier with her tongue. I understood what she wanted and pulled on the ring. She closed her mouth and bit into the nipple and I ended up lifing her to her feet. She seemed light as a feather.
The girl slid forward until she was up against my manhood before opening her mouth and letting go of the pacifier. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, kissing me, probing my mouth with her little tongue. I noted that she tasted like latex and peppermint.
She let go of my neck and pushed my face away playfully. She grabbed my leg and used it as an exotic dancer uses a pole. She slid down until her bottom wa son the floor. She laid back into a spread eagle position and I saw clearly that the plug worn in her cunnie was at least twice what should have been comfortable for her. Then she lifted her leg and swung it so she rolled onto the tummy. I saw that the plug in her butt was larger than my manhood.
The girl popped up into a crawling position and cooed like a baby. Wiggling her butt, she fast-crawled over to the horsey.
There the girl paused before repeating her bow, this time with her butt towards me. She stayed there for a full minute before lifting herself up into a boy-style push-up position. She craned her neck to look back at me and made a clicking sound with her tongue. I wasn't sure what she wanted at first but when she made the clicking sound again I realized that she wanted me to push the button on the controller she had handed to me.
I pressed the button and it made a pronounced click.
The girl gasped and turned her face away from me, pigtails flying. She let out a deep moan. She held the push-up position though I could see that her arms and legs were trembling from the effort, muscles standing out. She panted, saying "oooh" every third or fourth breath. She flexed the muscles in her butt as if trying to squeeze the plug out. That's when I noticed the small red LED in the center of the base of the plug. It was burning a bright red. I heard a faint humming. At that instant the girl whimpered and I pressed the button again. The buzzing stopped and the light went out.
The girl slowly lowered her legs back into the crawling position and hung her head for a moment before crawling slowly over to the rocking horse. Withoug looking she reached up and grabbed the pommel on the saddle. With the ease of experience she bounced up and landed on the saddle. This must have moved the plugs as her red lips formed an "O" shape and she moaned slightly. She slipped her heels into the stirrups and grasped the reins tightly in her hand. She turned the bib around until it was against her back and I saw that she ahd red hearts over both of her nippies.
She leaned over and put her mouth close to the horse's ear. She clicked her tongue twice. I pressed teh button twice and the horse started to rock. The girl watched me as the horse rocked more quickly. Her pigtails flipped back and forth, her torso swayed, yet her eyes never left my face. As I watched, she gritted her teeth and hissed before opening her mouth into an "O" again. This time she emitted a small sharp shriek. As she rocked, LED's in the hearts blinked on and off in random patterns. I could see that they were exaclty where her nippies would be. They were too small to be vibrators, so I thought that they must have been giving her a slight shock or something. Her eyes were closed and I realized that she didn't seem to mind at all, in fact she seemed to be enjoying the experience.
I, on the other hand, had seen enough of her torment and so I pressed the button twice to shut off the rocker. The girl howled like a cat and arched her back. She still held onto the reins but leaned backwars in the saddle so far that I could see that the red lights were on in both plugs. She pulled herself upright and rocked, head down and moaning.
I didn't want to look away, but my mouth had gone dry and I turned to pick up my can of soda, so my head was turned when I heard her hit the floor. I swung back. The rocker had stopped and the girl lay in a heap face down, very still. I was about to leap to my feet and rush to her side when she moved. She reached out with har hand and pressing her palm against the floor she pulled herself along. It took what seemed like forever, but using both her hands the girl dragged herself across the floor until she was between my legs. She grabbed my pants leg and pulled herself into a kneeling position. She looked up at me and managed a weak smile as she pulled the bib around in front again.
The girl was obviously tired and I almost suggested a break when she pointed to the fridge. I thought that she wanted a soda, but I remembered the baby bottle. I put my can and the controller on top of the fridge. I opened the door and retrieved the bottle. I held it up and shook it slightly, questioning her. She nodded and held out her hand so I handed the bottle to her. She pressed it to her throat and sighed. The cold surface seemed to energize her. She laughed, a full happy sound, as she unscrewed the nipple from the bottle and set it carefully aside. She sat the bottle on end next to her leg and looked at it as if to be sure that it would stay upright.
Moving more quickly than I thought possible, the girl shoved on my chest. Taken by surprise, I fell backwards into the chair. My butt slid closer to the edge of the seat. I grabbed the arms of the chair to keep from slipping off and landing on the girl. Before I knew it she had my zIpper open and I watched in awe as she opened her red-painted lips wide and slowly shoved her mouth over my hard manhood. I am pretty large, in diameter actually but not length, so her jaw was stretched pretty wid. She pushed and shoved until the head of my manhood pressed agains the back of her throat.
The girl moaned and clasped her hands around me. She drew her head back, sucking hard, rolling her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. She repeated this again and again. Several times I was ready to cum and each time she stopped, took me out of her mouth and kissed and licked me until I subsided before starting all over again.
It felt great. She worked me better than I had ever been worked before. Then she did something...wierd. She started humming a children's song as she worked my shaft. That was all that I could take. I threw back my head and let out a low moan. I felt something cold around the head of my manhood. I forced myself to look and saw that the girl had put the head into the opening of the bottle.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I shot a huge load of seed into the bottle and it mingled with the liquid that was already inside. The girl stroked and licked my shaft until I expelled every last bit of seed in my body. She leaned back, smiling, and calmly screwed the lid onto the bottle. I suddenly felt self-conscious. I've never had oral sex with a child before. I quickly stuffed my now limp manhood back into my pants and zipped up. Somehow I avoided pinching myself.
The girl's attention was only for the bottle as she shook it vigorously. She stopped several times to check on the mixture. When everything was up to her standards, she handed the bottle to me.
I was curious, to say the leas, so I held the bottle up to the light and was surprised, if not concerned, to see that the liquid was tinted red. None of her lipstick had transferred to my manhood so it couldn't have been that. I thought maybe I had bled, so I got a drop of the liquid on my finger and tasted it. It tasted like salty stawberries. She had mixed my daddy seed with stawberry flavored milk.
The girl watched me with look of tired amusement on her face. She stood with effort and swayed a bit until I steadied her with my hand. She patted my legs and shooed me backwards with her hands.
I sat upright and back in the chair. The girl quickly climbed into my lap and lay down with her legs up on teh right arm of the chair. She crossed her legs and folded her hands neatly on her tummy. She looked into my eyes, winked again and opened her mouth. Gathering her head and shoulders into the crook of my left arm as one might do for a baby, I held the bottle in feeding position and put the nipple into her mouth. She closed her mouth and drank greedily, making loud playful sucking and smacking noises.
The girl drank, humming a little-girl tune agian. She relaxed, sighed, and wiggled, settling in. She closed her eyes for a moment and her sucking came in shrot fits. Finally her mouth went slack around the nipple.
Just as I thought she was asleep, she opened her tired eyes and smiled at me broadly. Around the nipple she said her first words to me. She said, "Nigh, night new daddy."