THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF THE LITTLEST ENTREPRENEUR
by DannyR (MMMM/bbb, incest, oral, anal, piss, extreme pedo)
Copyright 2009-2011. All rights reserved.
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DISCLAIMER: Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality. This story is a fantasy. It didn�t happen. Never will. And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is true about child molesters in prison, is really true. Now that we�re clear on what�s what, and what�s not, read on.
EXTREMELY SPECIAL IMPORTANT READ-ME-FIRST-TYPE NOTE: If you haven�t read any of Mr. GloryholeJunkie�s stories, especially his masterpiece <ahem> �Whoring with Dad�...and you like incredibly hot pedo jackoff fantasy stories with the additional attraction of pedo-slanted �philosophical� introductions that are nearly as hardon making at times as the story themselves...then you have missed a major treat for your meat! He is an incredibly talented writer, endlessly pedo inventive, but unfortunately, although he has a hot blog, he apparently isn�t writing any more <major sigh>. One of the stories he never finished was a seven-chapter story called �The Littlest Entrepreneur.� What follows will make a lot more sense if you�ve read the first seven chapters.
And if you can�t find them, I have a Word version of TLE...exactly as originally written, with the exception of correcting a couple of typos that snuck in.
Tony Marcione is the pit boss at Hadrian�s Palace, a major casino and hotel in Las Vegas. One thing that sets the Palace apart from the competition is the �Player�s Level.� Certain special gamblers (or other special guests of the management) are allowed access to this hidden part of the complex; the gamblers (all men) win minutes in one of the special rooms. Inside those rooms are undoubtedly almost any perversion you can think of, short of snuff and torture, but TLE concentrates on the hot, hot, hot pedo sex that goes on behind those closed doors. The story provides little vignettes on the Player�s Level but the main thrust <ahem> of the story is little seven year old Rudy, Tony Marcione�s son.
Little Rudy wants to earn money this summer for his piggy bank, and daddy (who is not apparently too aware of a lot of things) gets him a job as sort of an �assistant� to Stan, the old man who shines shoes in the men�s room on the main casino floor, �buffing� the shoes after Stan shines them. On Rudy�s first day, Tony doesn�t notice how much little Rudy notices the bulges between the legs of the men going in and out of the urinal and stall area, as well as the men sitting on the shoeshine stand with their legs spread wide. Daniel Roddick, Tony�s close friend, and the hotel head of security, notices. So does Mr. Longiniggi, the head of the hotel. So does Stan.
Rudy is soon introduced to the wonderful world of daddy milk, how good it tastes, how much men love to provide it, and how a little boy can best get it. Initially, there�s Frankie, who takes the little boy into the urinal area and jacks off, while two other men watch and jack, too. He tries to keep from cumming in the kid�s face but doesn�t quite succeed, and curious Rudy puts his hand up to see what all that thick white stuff is that Frankie is spurting out while he�s grunting. Frankie is going to wipe off the boy�s hand but is amazed when the kid licks the cum off and enjoys it. He wipes the cum off his face and enjoys that, too. Frankie leaves the boy a $100 tip. (Naturally, a child can�t �work� in a casino, but he can certainly be given �tips� for extra special service.) Stan takes the kid out for a milkshake, which is really a trip to a corner of the reception area of the Player�s Level, where Stan hauls out his grandpa dick and teaches the boy how good warm daddy milk tastes when it�s sucked straight from the source by a very special little boy.
At the end of the boy�s two hour shift on Tuesday afternoon, Tony is shocked to learn that the boy has earned $100...buffing shoes! But he believes Stan when he assures him the man who gave him the $100 bill was just being generous. And Stan feels a little guilty, so he chips in the $50, although he naturally doesn�t let Tony know it�s because his no-longer-virgin seven year old has all the makings of a great cocksucker.
Mr. GHJ�s story pretty much ends with lil Gianni diBianchi (implicitly, a younger member of a Mob family from back East with plenty of Vegas ties) hearing about the little cocksucker and making arrangements to have the kid picked up by a hotel limo to bring him in to work on Thursday afternoon, his next scheduled time. (Although there are some more Player�s Level bits, brief �behind-the-door� descriptions that are so hardon making.)
This story pretty much picks up where the original left off. There was a fairly short scene set on the Player�s Level with the surgeon from Connecticut who is so turned on by knowing he will be the 24th man that day to sex the little boy he chose. And then there�s meeting a major star of the Texas Rangers in the reception area, and learning not only had the baseball player just left the room where the surgeon�s treat awaits him, the baseball player apologizes for leaving such a mess, but comments that what with the three men who�d been in the room together before him, the mess was pretty much there already. I couldn�t resist expanding that scene into �Chapter 1: Tips, Vegas Style.�
With deepest thanks to Mr. GHJ for creating such memorable characters, and with hopes he won�t be pissed by my continuing their adventures.
THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF THE LITTLEST ENTREPRENEUR
Chapter 1. Tips, Vegas Style
�Good then,� the young reception coordinator said as he closed out his computer screen. �Now, I just have to make a quick check to be sure everything is properly ready for you. Do you prefer belly up or belly down?�
The surgeon blinked. Impatient as he was, he recognized the necessity. After all, twenty-three men before him, including the obviously huge-dicked baseball star, it was...ah...medically necessary to be sure all was in order for Mr. 24. Him. As a surgeon, he understood medical necessity, and precum spurted in his pants to prove it. Oh. The nice young man was waiting for an answer. Decisions, decisions. Ah, well, okay.... �Belly up.�
�Very good, sir.�
The young man came around the desk and briskly walked over to the double doors that led to the corridor lined with special rooms, and went through. Having forgotten the bartender nearby, as the coordinator exited, the surgeon grasped his rigid, hurting tenter through his slacks. Last chance. He could forget this, do the right thing, go out and find a damned hooker, hell, surely the hotel concierge or someone knew a woman he could pay to relieve his hardon. But...but still...this was Vegas, and other men, other men just like him, like his baseball idol, twenty-fucking-three of them...had used Room two. Used the little one he�d asked for.
The little one. Christ, he couldn�t believe he�d made that choice when he was given the menu, and hell, that�s what it was. A sex menu. A menu of all the perverted delights available to him, to all the other men, who�d played and won enough, or lost enough, to get a Palace Players Level pass. The man who offered him the pass, after first making sure he understood the consequences of talking about the pass if he turned it down�the surgeon shuddered briefly, oh fuck yes, he got that message loud and clear�had actually chuckled as he offered him the children�s menu. A binder, actually. With plastic covered pictures in glorious color.
How the fuck had the man known? Hell, he hadn�t even really known himself. Not until he saw what was on the menu. Photos of children. Naked children. Young naked children. A girl no more than six or seven, hairy, thick-fingered hands under her armpits holding her up so the camera could get a good shot of her freshly cum streaked face, her mouth open, drooling more seed, probably from the two cocks visible on either side of her, her eyes glazed, her little tittie-bumps red and puffy, her legs spread lewdly wide so that the fat cock stretching her cunny wide could be seen. The ten year old black boy with a large stiffie, impaled at both ends by old white cocks.
At 51, he still got hardons, of course. Though his wife rarely took care of them any more. But he�d never gotten so hard so fast as when he opened the book and began looking at the pictures. For a moment her forgot about the man who was still in the private room away from the casino floor and grabbed his cock through his pants. Then flushed when the man suggested he jack off while he browsed the menu. Although it turned out to be less a suggestion and more a command. Now that he knew what he could have, or just a few pictures� worth, there was one final test to be sure of both his interest and his silence. A video was going to be made of him jacking off and cumming to kiddy porn, to be kept in the Palace�s secure vault...as a precaution.
He was sure he was going to come back to the picture of that little girl with the cummy face, and use that for the proof of his perversions, but there were so few little girls, and the boys, oh fuck, the boys in the pictures had kept getting younger, images in brilliant color, absolute clarity, of the little ones being molested, and then the final picture. A composite. A tiny baby boy on his back with a baby stiffie, and just the head of a long thick cock spreading his little pussy wide, and then half of the daddy meat was inside the tiny cunt, and then all of it, and he was thinking that cock was no bigger than his, that that could be his meat, and the last part of the pic, the cock pulled out, slime covered, just starting to droop, and the baby hole gaping wide and puffy and cum oozing out. He�d barely managed to get the plastic-covered pic underneath his suddenly spewing cock. Gasping, he finally recovered and looked up from the 8 x 10 that was covered in blobs and streaks of his seed, found the man who was filming him slowing panning the camera up from the cummy baby boy pic to the surgeon�s still flushed face.
Still remembering, the slight creaking sound as the door opened made him jerk around, forgetting that he was still clutching his groin, a nicely precum stained groin now, as the nice young man came back through the door and said cheerfully, �Just as you ordered, sir!�
�I...ah...uh...thank you.� He pretended the young man hadn�t caught him practically jacking off in his slacks; the young man pretended he hadn�t seen it all before.
�Your hour starts when you open your door, sir. Enjoy.� He glanced down at the hardon straining the surgeon�s green golf slacks. He knew it was eight inches; the registration card said so. It was obviously thick. For just a moment he fantasized about being inside the room, watching that fat cock slide into one of the occupant�s holes.
The surgeon went through the double doors into a long hallway. No different, really, than the hallways in the hotel part of the Palace. Where he and his wife were staying. Except the doors here were closer together. Probably because the rooms weren�t all that big. Probably because with what went on inside you wouldn�t need all that big a room. Unless there were a bunch of you. Like if you were having a, uh, little orgy. Did the three men who�d been in Room Two together not so long ago count as an orgy?
Final chance. Last free exit. The surgeon knew that if he actually opened the door, he�d be lost. No fucking way out. Down the slide and into full on perversion.
He took a deep breath.
He opened the door.
And gasped at the mess on the padded table top. The one with a railing all around to keep the tiny tot from rolling off, but at that moment he wasn�t moving. Just laying there, breathing slowly. The eighteen month old baby boy slut he�d ordered, his tiny cocklet limp, his body a combination of shiny and sticky with fresh and dried cum all over him. His face, his hair, his plump little titties, his fat little thighs. No question. He was going to go through with it. He frantically peeled off his clothes, letting them drop wherever, and then rushed over to the table, his aching, leaking cock leading the way.
Thirty-three minutes later, the surgeon looked at the clock...27 minutes left...looked down at the shiny, smooth tiny baby boy on the table. So shiny, so smooth because he�d lapped and licked and slurped up all the semen left on the tot�s body by all the men who�d used him earlier in the day. Including his baseball hero, Rusty Durkens. He was a truly sick pervert. But then, so were the twenty-three men who had preceded him. He�d joined the crowd. Not that he�d just eaten cum off the kid�s body, or tongue fucked the boy�s mouth, or eaten out his little precious puffy bottom hole. No, he�d gone for the full out perversions. The little one had gotten mouth fucked, practically swallowing all of the surgeon�s endowment so that the first blasts of his first cum in two days went to the boy�s belly. That was about fifteen minutes into his hour.
Sixteen minutes later he�d cum inside the tiny whore again, balls deep inside the baby cunt, his mind going wild with images of all of the men before him who had done the same thing. And surely, surely, it wasn�t a sin if Rusty, his idol, had plowed this ground before him. He literally couldn�t remember the last time he�d cum twice in the same day, much less in just over a half hour. And from the twitching in his groin he knew he was going to manage a miracle and cum once more before his time was up. He looked around, noticed the glistening dildos that clearly had been used on the tiny tot. But he wanted something, well, more perverted for his final cum...as if using an eighteen month old for sex wasn�t perverted enough. Too bad he wasn�t part of that earlier group. Watching another man fuck this tiny boy would be so goddamn fucking hot!
And then he had the idea. He smiled. He thought it was too bad there were no cameras in the room, not only because it would have been hot knowing another man, or shit, lots of other men were watching him molest a tiny, tiny boy...so long as his face was blurred of course (in this momentary fantasy)...but also because if they could see his grin they could recognize how perverted it was. What a child molesting pervert he was.
He reluctantly stepped away from the well-fucked baby whore, picked up the phone, heard the dial tone. 66 was clean-up, but he didn�t want that. And surely they wouldn�t have this phone system wired into the general hotel system. So zero was probably safe. So long as he didn�t blurt out anything incriminating in his delirious joy, like �Hey, man, I just came down the throat and up the ass cunt of a baby boy!� He punched it.
On the third ring, a man�s voice said, �Yes, Mr. Greenwich? How may I help?�
�Uh, are you, uh, the guy at the glass desk?�
�Yes, sir.�
�Do you, ah, well, do you take tips?� the surgeon blurted and then babbled on. �I mean, is it okay if someone wants to give you a tip?�
The young man chuckled. His voice wasn�t patronizing at all as he replied, �Sir, this is Las Vegas. No one turns down a tip.�
�Uh, well, uh, then could you come down to Room 2. I have a tip for you.�
�That�s all right, sir. I do appreciate the gesture, but I can wait. After all, you have just...ah...just under a half hour left. I wouldn�t want to....�
�No, son, it�s, well, it�s sort of now or....�
�Of course, sir,� the young man quickly interrupted. He clearly wasn�t a fool from Podunk, Ohio. And the surgeon was a wealthy man; the reception coordinator had checked out his financial data, just as he did with all men using the rooms for the first time. Not as wealthy as some of the movie stars, and sports figures and financial men, not to say the politicians, who frequented the Palace Players Level, but enough to be generous. Quite generous. �I�ll be right there.�
�The door�s unlocked.�
The young man sniggered as he hung up the phone, gestured the bartender over and told him to take over for a bit, and rapidly headed out through the double doors, and into the hall and down to Room Two. So the good doctor liked the risk of someone trying the door and walking in on his extreme pedo games. Hot shit.
He walked in. The surgeon was naked. Of course. With his dick buried balls deep in the little one�s cum hole. Not a wallet in sight. Nor a hand with a wad of bills, preferably hundreds. Although fifties would do. Twenties if he had to. He looked down and to his left, where the doctor�s clothes were in a messy heap on the floor. He wasn�t surprised. He supposed that men with a time limit would want to get naked as rapidly as possible, so neatness was out the fucking non-window. His eyes went unerringly to the back pocket with an obviously bulging wallet. He started to offer to get the wallet but the doctor�s words stopped him.
�You ever fuck boys?�
The response options flashed like lightning through his mind...truth, lie, evade. He had a sense of where this was going. �Yeah.�
The surgeon grinned and began thrusting his hips into the tiny well-used slut the hotel had provided him. The young man was a rapid responder. His slacks tented. Yeah, he�d fucked boys. His ten year old brother when he was seventeen...a hot two years until Nick decided he preferred girls. The occasional young teen guest, getting/giving blow jobs, fucks, in the third floor men�s room. Or the staff men�s room...actually, the men�s room primarily used by the staff but to which they brought tricks when they needed a place for sex and no risk of being bothered. He�d once brought an eight year old from the back alley in there...the kid had been dumpster diving for food or whatever...shared him with Grigori, the sous chef for the Imperial Dining Room...and then let Grigori take him away for food, and probably another quick dick or two in his little cunt before the boy was tossed out in the alley again. He groped his cock.
The doctor smiled. �This young?�
The receptionist shook his head, his face expressing how much he regretted that fact.
�You mean using these little pussies when they�re not on duty isn�t one of the perks?�
�Fuck, no!� He couldn�t help the slight bitterness of his tone. The mostly boi cunts, and some girl cunts, were strictly off limits to the staff; they were meat provided for the enjoyment of certain elite guests. And, he was damned sure, for upper management, though he�d never seen or heard of any of them using the rooms. �Kiddy cunt is just for guys like you, yeah, and probably the boss, and that bastard Roddick.� He saw the question in the surgeon�s eyes and answered it. �Security chief. Cold motherfucker. Got cameras every fucking where but here, and they probably turn whatever kid he wants over to him when the kid�s off duty.�
He flushed. That kind of attitude could get him fired, especially as he�d said it out loud. Thank Christ it was just the doc here and he wouldn�t tell.
�So...you want his pussy or his mouth?�
�Both if I�m fast?�
The two horny boy molesters laughed as the receptionist rushed over to the table where the baby fucking was going on, stripping off his uniform jacket and tossing it toward the door as he moved. He got to the table, unbuckled, unzipped, shoved briefs and slacks down to his ankles, straightened up. His six inch, thin meat with the huge mushroom head jutted straight out.
The surgeon gasped. He�d never seen a man whose belly and pubes and balls were shaved bare. It was so fucking hot. So fucking hot that if he�d been queer he�d have wanted to suck on that bare meat. He pulled out of the boy cunt and swiveled the kid around, so his well fucked boy slut hole was available for fucking number 25. Well, 25 men at least, the surgeon thought. Who the fuck knew how many times that little cunt had been screwed? And just today. Or how fucking young the boy had been when he got started. Jesus.
�You ever wonder...uh...how...young....�
�When they got their hot little cherries busted?� the receptionist asked as he adjusted the young boy so that his dick could slide into the precious tiny hole. �Fuck, yeah.� He thrust his hips and his cock went balls deep into the little one�s seed slimed cunt. He groaned.
�Oh fucking holy Christ!� The receptionist coordinator, his name was Jeff, looked at the clock. Twenty four minutes. He began pumping his slender cock in and out of his very first baby boy pussy. Literally baby. Eighteen fucking months. Just what the doctor had ordered. Right off the menu. Youngest kid whore on the list. He wondered. �Uh, you ever...?�
Although the sentence wasn�t finished, �Mr. Greenwich� knew what was being asked. He stroked his aching dick, watching the bald cock slide in and out of the pussy that he�d slimed in so recently. He shook his head. Which was true. Never this young. But he had sucked his boys. When they were eight and six. Just once. Well, more than once on that camping trip. Giving them dry cum after dry cum, wanting to fuck them in their mouths and their boy cunts, but not daring. And then a year of ulcer-making stress while he waited, despite their solemn promises, for them to reveal what he�d done. When he finally realized he was safe, he had firmly pushed that memory down into his mental cellars and made sure he never did it again.
�Ya gonna....?�
The surgeon�s smile was wicked. Perverted. The smile of a man who had suddenly found his inner pedo. �Fuck, yeah. Don�t know whether I�ll ever get one this young back home, but shit, there�s this boy next door, six, seven? That�s not too old, is it?�
Of course the doc knew it wasn�t too old. Hadn�t his boys cum and cum and cum for him? But he didn�t want to share that much with a stranger.
Jeff was pumping faster, though he was trying to hold off, too, balancing the racing clock against his desires, his need to cum twice. And here was this neophyte pedo asking a more experienced pedo, though not by much, for advice. �Naw. Six, seven year olds are good fucks. Nice if you get their cherries. Ram your fucking dick in that tight virgin cunt, listen to �em squeal and scream and cry as you fuck �em hard and fast.�
The doc and Jeff both moaned at that image. The doc decided to go for it. He only had two more days here, and he really didn�t think he could qualify for another hour again so quickly. But surely.... �Uh, you, uh, know any....?�
This partial question shit was working well. Doc was asking Jeff if he could arrange any six or seven year old boys for the doc to fuck in his last couple of days. Too bad Jeff didn�t know any, other than the boys here on the Players Level floor. He opened his mouth, then shut it as he realized. He�d seen Stan, the old man who worked the main men�s room on the casino floor, up here earlier. With a kid! He�d seen him two, three, times before, off in that corner, usually with a teenager. Yeah, three times. The first two Stan was skull fucking the teen�s mouth. Third time, Stan had dropped his pants, braced against the wall and the kid was fucking the old man�s ass. An Energizer fuck.
Jeff had stayed around to watch that time, groping his own meat as he watched that fat black bubble butt pumping hard and fast into the sagging ass, heard old Stan moaning and groaning, though trying to keep it down, and then started blasting his own grampa cum against the wall. And when the black teen was through filling Stan�s hole, he�d made him not only lick his own cum off the wall, but clean that surprisingly long fat teen black cock off, too. Hearing that black boy, okay, well, Jeff admitted it, in his head, that boy was a nigger, hearing that nigger dominate the old white man was such a fucking turnon he�d cummed his own boxer briefs.
But that had been a little boy Stan was skull fucking. He smiled at the doc. �Yeah, I know where you can find a lil one. Six, maybe seven.�
The doc licked his lips, eyes glazed for a second, as he pumped his meat a little faster. �Does he....�
�Suck? Yeah, but I don�t know about anything else.�
�How much?�
�Fuck me while I fuck the kid and I�ll tell you.�
The doc�s eyes widened. He�d actually meant how much would he have to pay for the boy. He hesitated. Okay, sure, two cums in a tiny baby boy whore�s holes made him a pedo, but fucking another man? That would make him queer, wouldn�t it? Maybe he could offer money instead? But this was Vegas. Didn�t he owe it to himself to experience everything Vegas had to offer? Baby boy pussy. Seven year old boy cunt. Young man cunt. He nodded.
Jeff eagerly put two fingers in his mouth, slimed them, reached behind and lubed up his own talented cunt. He did it twice more, never losing a stroke, as the doc came behind him. He buried his meat in the boy hole, then bent a little forward. The surgeon hurried closer. The clock was, after all, fucking ticking. He looked at it. Fuck! Choices, choices. If he fucked the guy and came he�d lose the chance for one final baby boy cum. He liked baby boy cunt. He loved baby boy cunt. He was going to have to figure out how to get himself some of that in staid old stuffy freaking Greenwich. But no cock in man cunt, no cock in seven year old boy mouth, and it wasn�t like he was bold enough to go walking around Vegas asking total strangers if they knew where he could find a little boy to molest. Man hole it would be.
The doc seated his cock, and Jeff reached behind to guide it in. No muss, no fuss, just a smooth glide in to the balls and then Jeff�s talented pussy muscles took over, working the doc�s meat. They both looked at the clock. �Fuck me, man,� said Jeff. �Fuck me hard.�
The surgeon obliged. But he knew he wasn�t going to allow himself to cum inside Jeff. Fuck him hard to help him cum in the tiny baby whore, though was he really a whore when he was being molested at such a young age?. Even reach around and play with the smooth, sweat and spit and cum and boy ass juice slick cock, and hairless balls as it pounded the tiny kid cunt. But the doc didn�t know when he�d ever get a boy this young again, and he was determined his final cum would be in the kid�s pussy. Greased by the receptionist�s cum, too.
With the clock to worry about, neither man was thinking about finesse. Mirroring the doc�s thoughts, Jeff, too, didn�t know whether he�d ever get baby pussy again, so he was determined to cum hard and fast and at least have one shot up inside it. Fuck! Getting his own cunt fucked hard by a man old enough to be his father, sliding his fuck meat in and out of eighteen month old boy pussy that had been used by more than twenty men before him, looking down at the tiny baby hardon, the eyes glazed with something, lust, exhaustion, whatever the fuck, he didn�t really give a goddamn, this was his time, his kid cunt, and then he sped up until he was pumping the little one hard and fast, and before he quite knew it he was screaming as he emptied his balls inside the little boy�s slimy hole.
The doc almost lost it, since Jeff�s talented cunt began working the doc�s dick, but he held on and although he kept right on fucking until the receptionist stopped shuddering and his ass muscles gradually stopped working the cock inside him. Jeff was bent over the fuck table, resting on his arms. Panting. �Jesus fucking Christ.�
The doc snickered as he slid his still hard cock out of Jeff�s ass. �C�mon, man, I�ve still got...� he looked at the clock, �...fourteen minutes. Take his other end.�
Jeff nodded, slid his dick out of the boy hole and looked down at the impressive gaping pussy. The oh so very well fucked baby boy kid cunt. He stepped aside, and the doc stepped up and shoved his eight inches of meat in, hard. The boy whimpered. His molesters smiled. The doc looked down at Jeff�s hard, slimy meat. �C�mon, guy, if an old fart like me can cum this often in an hour, so can you.�
�Yeah, do...uh, Mr. Greenwich.� But instead he stepped closer to the doc, reached behind him after swiping his fingers on his juicy dick, and pressed them against the surgeon�s tight, clearly virgin asshole.
�Whoa, man, I don�t go that route.�
Jeff made his voice persuasive, seductive. �Sure you don�t want to experience more of the perversions Vegas has to offer, doc? Hell, you�ve been fucking a baby. And you just fucked your first man cunt, a cunt that obviously enjoyed the fuck out of it. C�mon, man, let me just ease it inside your hole, let you feel what�s it like to have a dick up inside you, just another Vegas thing to stay in Vegas.�
The surgeon had been so focused on his final kid fuck that he hadn�t really realized that Jeff�s slimy finger had entered his rectum, slowly easing inside him until he found the walnut and jumped as sparks shot through his body. He gasped, which gave Jeff an opportunity to put a couple of fingers from his other hand into the surgeon�s mouth; he caught on and slimed them up. Jeff stepped behind the fucking surgeon, quickly worked one slimy finger up inside the doc, then another, then pulled them out, spit on his meat, bent his knees slightly, used one hand to find the slightly open hole and forced his cock inside.
The doc gasped. A loud gasp. Shitting out the biggest turd of your life doesn�t prepare you for the feel of even the head and the first few inches of a six inch slender cock going up your ass. Jeff glanced at the clock. Fuck it all. If the doc could rape his eight inches into baby boy cunt, Jeff could rape six in the doc. He shoved hard and the rest of the dick went in. It was as hot and tight as a virgin�s ass should be.
�Fuck the kiddy cunt, doc, while I fuck your man pussy. Fuck the slut hard!�
The surgeon knew all about the prostate of course. He was a damned surgeon, wasn�t he, trained in fucking medical school? Except, well, fuck, he sure the fuck hadn�t known what a man�s prick ramming in and out of his, well, fuck, his man cunt, the dick head rubbing that fat nut deep inside him, could do. It made his fuck of the baby boy even more frenzied.
And then the fucking prick pulled out!
Jeff practically ran around the baby fucking table, grabbed up the large brown bottle he�d seen on it, and then hurried back behind the doc, bent his knees and slammed his fuck meat home again. Jeff unscrewed the bottle and quickly inhaled twice, four, six times off the poppers. Reeling, fucking, he lifted the bottle to the doc�s face, used his left hand to hold the doc�s left nostril shut and moaned at him to fucking inhale. The doc�s hesitation was maybe a half a nanosecond long. 51. First baby boy fuck; first man fuck, first fuck in his own cunt, why not fucking drugs as well. Especially since they sent him off in a haze as he sniffed again and again and again until he could barely stand, but somehow managed to keep his hips thrusting his fat meat balls deep in the now squealing little cunt, while his own pussy was ravaged by Jeff�s meat and then he was screaming out his final cum, chanting obscenities until he collapsed over the little one.
The receptionist looked at the clock. Only a fucking minute or two left. All he�d need. He yanked his meat out of the doc, yanked the doc out of the once again slimy kiddy cunt, and shoved his own cock in hard, gasping at the hot, slimy feeling of all the seed and boy pussy juices. He snorted more poppers, went into ramming speed, who the fuck cared if the little whore was enjoying itself, and just as the timer went off he was blasting his own second load in the slut�s cunt.
He eased his meat out, still panting. Managed to stay upright. Eased two fingers back into the gaping baby boy pussy and pulled his fingers out, covered with slime. He sucked one finger clean, offered the other to the doc, who eagerly lapped it up. Then they began rapidly dressing. The Players Level granted a five minute grace period to finish up and get out, but with a strict one-strike-and-you�re-fucked policy: Violate the rule and you didn�t come back.
Dressed again, neat again, or as neat as two exhausted baby boy molesters could be after so much perverted sex, they paused to look at each other. Oddly enough there wasn�t any of the avoid-the-other-man�s-eyes-get-the-fuck-out-of-Dodge feeling that two strangers would usually have after participating in something so disgustingly perverted. Instead, they smiled as the doc reached for the doorknob. A smile of perversions shared, with just a hint that it would be fun to share again.
As they stepped through, and the surgeon closed the door, Jeff said softly, �The kid I mentioned? Six? Seven?�
The surgeon nodded.
�He works in the men�s room on the main floor, right off the casino.�
�You�re shitting me.�
Jeff shook his head. �Nope. I saw Stan, the old man who runs the shoe shine, skull fucking the little one, right down the hall out there. His dad�s the pit boss here, and the kid is supposed to be back tomorrow�Thursday.�
One more brief shared look between two temporarily sated perverts, and then they spoke at the same time.
�Thanks for the tip.�
They grinned and went their separate child molesting ways.