Author: EXPLORER

Title: HYMEN DOT COM

Summary:  Eddie moved in with Jenny and her kids; six year old Lisa, three year old Tommy and two year old Emma.  After Jenny showed him Emma's hymen, he suggested they make some money selling photo's of it to hymen.com.  Things progress and Eddie is recruited to use his talents with the camera on others wanting to make some money.

Story codes: MF Mf Mg ped pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws

The story contains explicit, detailed, sexual content.  All acts performed by all characters in the story are consensual or consensual by trick and nobody is harmed or hurt in any way.  Please do not continue if you are offended.



Chapter 4 EDDIE IS OFFERED A JOB IN THE PORN BUSINESS

His email asked for my phone number and he called me.  He called himself Harry.

He explained to me some of the problems he had gathering material.  There was no shortage of willing 'players,' as he called them, but some had no camera, some had no computer, some didn't know how to use a camera or a computer.  Most had no idea of the type of shots his paying clients wanted to see, some of the photos they submitted were so badly taken they were unusable and they felt cheated when he didn't pay them for unusable material.  And some needed a live person to speak to.  They wanted the options explained, they had questions, they needed reassurance, and they needed their confidence boosted.  Some needed help in arranging the poses, some simply needed access to a dick to include on the photos.  He'd liked the stuff I'd sent him.  It showed a 'natural flair' for knowing what his customers wanted to see.  The job was meeting clients, talking them through the options, offering a venue for the shoot and helping them to maximise their potential.  My pay would come from negotiating a deal with the client. I knew the going rates.  He would pay on receipt of the photos as usual.  I would have to pay the client cash on delivery; I would pay them whatever I could negotiate less than the going rate which is where I made my money.  I wouldn't be ripping them off by taking a cut, because with my help they would be earning better money for better shots.  And, of course I'd have to take out any expenses for hotels, travel etc., from the money earned.  Was I interested?

Was I interested?  Let me get this straight: someone's going to pay me to fuck little girls and he wants to know if I'm interested!!  I had to try hard not to sound like I'd just won the lottery.  I told him I could only work at weekends and the occasional pre-arranged mid-week day.  That was OK with him.  To help me better understand the type of stuff he wanted, he gave me members' access to his site, and also access to a part of his site where he stored, what he described as, 'unusable material' which was mainly badly taken or badly posed photos.

I put the phone down and literally bounced around the room.  What a job! What an opportunity!  He didn't know it, but I would have paid him for the job!  I poured myself a large scotch and sat gazing at the wall with a grin on my face.  I kept shaking my head I disbelief.  By the time I'd finished my drink I'd convinced myself it was too good to be true.

I checked my email every 5 minutes for the next 2 hours, then there was one from Harry with a username and password for access to his site.  I looked at the stuff he had on there and it was good, but the stuff I'd sent him was as good as the best he had.  Most of the photos were from some stupid kid with a cell phone who'd shoved it between her legs to photograph her hymen.  The chances of getting a decent photo holding a cell phone at arm's length with one hand while using the other to try and keep your pussy lips open is slim. And, using a cell phone reduces the chance of success.  I looked in his private section of unusable photos and, as he said, most of them were difficult to define, poor detail, poor orientation.  A lot of them weren't virgins who had sent in a photo of their cunt saying they were virgin cunts.

On the Thursday I got an email with a cell phone number of a girl called Mary; I called her. . . . . 
"Hi Mary, my name is Eddie, I work for hymen dot com, you contacted us about doing some photos." There was silence.  "Hello Mary, are you there?" I asked.  "Yes, sorry, it was a while back.  I was just taken by surprise at your call," she replied.  She sounded like she was in her early 20's.  "Is it convenient to talk, would you prefer that I called you back?" I asked. "No, no it's fine," she replied.  "Can you tell me what you're able to offer and what you hope to get?" I asked.  "I'm not sure.  I saw this magazine advertising money for pictures of the hymen so I wrote asking for details.  I have a cell phone which has a camera but I don't have a computer or email and I don't know how to use email," she replied.  "OK Mary, this is how it works.  We pay for pictures of the hymen which are then published on a web site which people pay to look at.  You can take the photos yourself and send them to the web site over the internet and they will send you a money order for them.  To do that, as you know, you need a computer and you need to know how to use it or get someone who does.  I can also tell you that our company will not pay for poor quality photos and most girls doing their own thing with their cell phones mess it up and get nothing.  For a good quality clear 'up skirt' shots of the hymen and nothing else, we will pay you £100.  If I take the shots and can take several shots in different poses, we can sometimes squeeze it up to £200.  If I take the shots I pay you cash on delivery so you don't have to wait for the money. That's the deal if you take the shots yourself.  If I take them you'll get the same money or more because I take better shots.  You may be thinking that £100 isn't a lot of money for a photograph of your hymen.  The reason is because, like I said, every girl with a cell phone is shoving it between her legs for a quick and anonymous £100.  That's the basics of it.  After that there's other stuff we'll pay for and we could get up to a thousand or more; depends on what you've got and how far you want to go.  So what have you got, is it your hymen or is it someone else's?" I asked.  "It's my daughter," she replied.  "And how old is your daughter, Mary?" I asked. "She's five," she replied.  "So what do you want to do?" I asked.  "What did you mean by several shots in different poses?" she asked.  "I mean a shot in her panties, a shot taking her panties off, a shot of her pussy, a shot of her sitting with her legs crossed, a shot with her bent over showing her bottom, a shot with her laying back pulling her legs over her head posing her front and back bottom.  Or a close-up shot her holding her pussy lips open and displaying the inside of her pussy and her hymen.  As well as the same shot from different directions in different poses.  Is that clear?" I asked.  "Yes," she replied, "That'll be OK." "OK where are you?  How do we meet?" I asked.  "I'm in Glasgow.  I could give you an address to meet at," she replied.  "That's fine Mary, but Glasgow is a long way for me to come and the cost of travel and hotel makes it hardly worth my while.  Would you consider doing some other stuff to make it more lucrative for both of us?" I asked.  "Other stuff like what?" she asked.  "I don't want to go into detail over the phone but the simplest option to increase the revenue is to include another person in the photos, either you or me or both.  The other person might be touching your daughter or have your daughter touch them.  Would you consider making some more lucrative photos?" I asked.  "How much would I get?" she asked.  "It depends on what you've got and what you're prepared to do.  We can discus the money when I come there.  Right now I need to know whether you would be likely to agree to take some more lucrative photos otherwise it's not worth my while driving 300 miles to give you £100?" I told her bluntly.  "OK, I will," she said.

I got detail of where we were to meet and I agreed to meet her on Saturday afternoon.

I went out and spent over £1,000 on new digital and video cameras, lighting and sound recording equipment and extra memory for the camera.  I spent Thursday evening and all day Friday reading up on my new kit and practising with it.

I set off early Saturday morning and arrived at the given address at lunch time.  We'd exchanged descriptions and I recognised her.  She was alone, huddled in the doorway of an empty boarded-up terraced house in a particularly run-down area of Glasgow.  I parked alongside her and she climbed into the car.

"Hi, I'm Eddie," I said shaking her hand.  "Where's your daughter?" I asked eager to get a look at the little tyke.  "She's at my place.  I wanted to check you out first," she replied.  "That's very wise," I said. "I haven't eaten yet, can I buy us some lunch and we can chat about what you want to do?" I suggested.  She agreed.

Mary was in her early 20's slim, quite pretty but dressed in clothes that wouldn't look out of place in an Oxfam shop.  The mini-skirt she was wearing barely covered her crotch when she was standing.  When she sat alongside me, she might just as well not been wearing a dress, her one time white, now grey panties, were fully exposed.  Her hair looked like it hadn't been washed in a month and hadn't seen a hairdresser ever.  She directed me to a McDonald's.  I tried to appear quiet, confident and professional to put her at ease.  She explained that she'd gotten pregnant with Holly (her daughter) by some jerk who had left her.  Her parents threw her out and she lived in a single mom's home.  Boys steered well clear of single moms and so when she met a guy a year ago who was good to her she moved in with him.  He'd gotten her hooked on heroin and made her turn tricks to pay for his and her habit.  She'd left him and was trying to wean herself off the stuff.  I went through the options again and she agreed, rather too quickly, to doing anything and everything.  Then came the crunch line.

"You book into an hotel, and I'll go and get Holly.  The problem is, if I don't get a fix in the next hour or so, I won't be able to function.  Do you think I could get an small advance?" she asked.

Of course her heart-rending story could be true, and I am a softy at heart but junkie hookers haven't got a great reputation for truth and honesty.

I laid it out for her.  "Mary, by being truthful, honest and generous, I try to develop a good relationship with our customers.  I don't know you and you don't know me, and at some point one of us has to start trusting the other.  If you think I'm going to pass over money to a complete stranger without receiving anything you are living in a cuckoo land," I told her bluntly.  "You either produce the goods now or I'm back down the motorway," I explained.

"How about I give you a blow-job?  How much for that?" she asked.

I got up, paid the bill and walked out leaving her sitting there.  I was getting in my car when she ran out to stop me.

"Wait, please wait, I'm sorry but I've been tricked, robbed and abused by so many men, I was worried you're going to trick me or even worse and even hurt my baby," she said and she started to cry.

"Get in the car," I told her.  "Let me show you something," I said.  I'd noted that the McD's place had WiFi.  I pulled out my laptop and logged onto the site.  I showed her the photos on the site.  I then showed her the photos of me with Jenny and the kids.  She could see that Lisa was cheerful and smiling.

"That's our site, that's who we are, that's what we do, we will not do anything that is not consented to by all parties and we will not do anything that causes pain or suffering.  If you take me to your daughter and I feel that she is being forced to do something against her will, I'll walk away." I told her with absolute conviction.  "That's who we are."

She thought for a while.  "I'm sorry.  Can we start again?" she asked.

"OK, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I'd like to take you to my place and we could ask Holly what she'd be comfortable doing and if she's didn't want to do it, I could pay you for your trouble with free sex with me," she offered.  "We'll do what you want and if Holly doesn't want to take the photos I'll leave and write the day off to experience," I told her thinking there's no way I'd be wasting valuable sponk on a hooker.  Well certainly not a hooker aged over twelve!

We set off and drove to a semi-detached house in the suburbs.  It was a friend's house.  She went in and collected Holly.  A bright little five year old who came skipping down the path wearing school uniform and carrying a satchel.  We drove to her Mary's house which was just round the corner.  She introduced me to Holy as her friend.  "Has Holly met any other 'friends'?" I asked.  "If you mean have I brought tricks back to my house, the answer is No," she replied.

She made us a cup of tea.  I picked Holy up and sat her on my knee.  "You're a pretty little girl and that's a pretty dolly!  What's her name?" I asked.  "Jemima," she replied.  "And how old are you Holly?" I asked.  "Five and a half," she replied.  "You're such a big girl for five and a half, and so pretty you could be a princess," I told her.  Holly was a pretty little girl, short brown hair, brown eyes, sweet full red lips, regular size but looked to have a fuller bum than most five year olds.  She was wearing a light summer dress, white cotton socks and sandals.

Mom came in with the tea.  She had beads of sweat on her brow which I put down to the need for a fix.

"Sweetie, come to mommy I have something to ask you," Mary called. Holly skipped across and sat on Mary's lap.  She explained to Holly - "Uncle Eddie is a photographer, he takes pictures of pretty little girls and their mommies and pays money for them.  He likes to take special pictures of us with no clothes on.  Mommy would like him to take our photos. Would you like him to take our photos?" she asked.  Holly looked at me.  I smiled at her, "I have a special present for little girls who help Uncle Eddie," I told her.  "What is it?" she asked.  I had brought with me some toys for kids to play with including some teddy bears and dolls.  "It might be a teddy bear or it might be a dolly!  Which would you like?" I asked.  "Dolly, no teddy, no dolly!!" she exclaimed in excitement.

"Come here, and let me see whether you are going to be a good girl before I decide whether you can have the present," I told her.  Holly skipped across and sat on my lap.  Mary sat biting her lip, her sweats getting worse.

"I want to take some photos of you with no clothes on.  I want to photograph your front bottom.  You'll need to open your legs real wide and open your front bottom for me to take the photos.  Will that be OK?" I asked as I stroked her soft thighs inching up towards her crotch.  She nodded.  "And Uncle Eddie will need to touch your front bottom and he'll want to photograph you touching his willie," I explained to her as my hand reached the top of her thigh and the edge of her panties.  Mary could see my hand under her daughter's dress and was biting her lip hard.  Holly nodded.  "Have you ever seen a boy's willie before?" I asked her now fingering her pussy slit through her panties.  She nodded her head.  "Whose willie have you seen?" I asked.  "Uncle Jimmy's," she replied.  I looked up at Mary.  "Jimmy was the arsehole who got me hooked," she revealed.  I slid my hand inside the hem of her panties and gently stroked her soft spongy cunnie flesh.  "And have you ever touched a willie?" I asked.  She looked at her mom.  "Tell him if you have," Mary told Holly.  "I touched Jimmy's willie," she revealed.  Mary shook her head cursing under her breath.  Running my finger along her warm damp slit I probed for her little love hole.  "Uncle Eddie's going to be so kind and gentle with you.  I won't do anything that hurts you, but if I do anything which frightens you or something you don't like, you must tell me and I will stop right away," I told her smiling kindly at her whilst probing the sticky dampness of her secret place.

"Mary, does Holly have her own room?" I asked.  "Yes and by the way, my name's Sam, Samantha.  Sorry I don't know what I was trying to do," she said, telling me her real name.  "Sam, don't worry, everything is going to be fine, you can trust me.  I know this is awkward, but with your help we, can make a warm loving comfortable environment for Holly.  But just remember, as a general rule of thumb, the dirtier the scene, the more it pays, so for example, if I can get shots of you fondling Holly, that'll be worth good money but if I can get shots of you going down on Holly it'll pay double!  So I'll ask and you to do stuff.  Either do it or don't do it and I'll pass on, and remember, I will later edit the photos to blur your facial details before I send them off so nobody will see your face.  Now why don't you both strip off and climb into Holly's bed together as I get my kit out of car?" I suggested.

I got my stuff out and carried it to Holly's room.  Mom and daughter were laying side by side, eyes wide open wondering what was coming next.  I set up the lighting and sound and the video on a tripod in the corner.

I sat on the bed next to Sam.  "How are you feeling?" I asked.  "Like a cold turkey," she replied.  "If you like after I get a few shots of you two together, I could give you some money in advance and you could go get whatever you need," I told her.  "Thanks, that's good of you" she replied.

"What I want is for you to open your legs real wide Holly and mom, you slide your finger along Holly's slit and gently massaging her clit.  OK ready?" I asked.  "Ready!" Sam replied as she turned onto her side and positioned herself with Holly.

I peeled back the bed sheet.  Holly was laying on her back with her legs splayed wide open, her right leg over on top of mom's leg.  Sam had her face buried into her daughter's hair, she was sliding the middle finger of her right hand in her daughter's slit massaging her clit as I requested. 

"That's great, good girl Holly," I praised as I clicked away.  "Give me a big smile, sweetie!" I instructed.  The five year old smiled like she was posing for the school photo.  "Hold her lips apart let me get a shot inside her vagina," I instructed mum.  Sam peeled back Holly's little petals to expose to soft pink interior.  I moved closer getting shots of every line and fold of the five year old's tight snatch.  "Can you pull the hood back a little to expose her clit?" I asked.  Mom duly complied, with a thumb and finger either side of her hood she squeezed out her little clitty.  Her clit stood out a lighter shade of pink than her vagina.  "OK Holly, I want you now to do what mommy's been doing and hold your front bottom hole open wide so I can get a shot right down deep inside," I instructed.  Holly pulled open her tiny snatch so far it looked painful.  I'd noted on previous occasions that, when you ask a toddler to do that sort of thing, they pull their pussy into painful positions.  There it was, the little girl's hymen.  It was like a cats eye on its side, two crescent moons of translucent skin either side of her hole leaving a slit opening on the centre.  With the extra lighting and the camera flash, I got mega pixels of detail of the soft porcelain white pussy, the warm wet coral pink interior, the whitish translucent paper thin hymen and also her little pink rosebud rectal hole beneath.

"That's great, Sam, can we now get some shots of you going down on her?" I asked.  She didn't move for a moment as she contemplated whether she wanted to do that.  "It's up to you, it'll pay good money, or we can move on," I told her.  She crawled down the bed and knelt between Holly's legs.  Leaning forward she slipped her hands under Holly's butt and lifted her little girl's crotch to her face.  I do love the sight of a mom eating out her daughter and I particularly like it when mom's butt is in the air exposing her hairy snatch a winking arse hole.  On my list of thing to do in life was to arse fuck a mom whilst she is eating out her daughter.  I might have tried that on with Sam if she hadn't been on the game.  As I looked on I wondered how many punters had fucked Sam's arse.  Mom dutifully tongued at Holly's sex.  I got some great side shots of her long snaking tongue into her little girls hole.

"OK I'm done with mommy now, can mommy go and get us a drink while we take some more photos sweetie?" I asked the toddler.  With a coy finger in her mouth she nodded.

Sam climbed out of bed and stood naked waiting for my charity.  I peeled off five twenties and handed it to her.  She was so ill from the need for a fix, I don't think she was capable of rational thought.  "Will you be OK, do you need me to come with you?" I asked.  "No, I need you to look after Holly whilst I'm gone," she replied.  Look after her, I thought, indeed I will!

Mum was dressed and out the door in a flash.

Holly was in bed still stark naked.  Her soft white frame still sporting some podgy baby fat.  I gave her a reassuring smile.  Sitting besides her, "you are the prettiest little girl I've ever met.  You could be a princess," I told her.  She beamed a broad smile.  "And, you're such a good girl, I can see I might have to give you a dolly and a teddy," I told her.  Her eyes widened.  I cuddled her, smelling her hair and kissing her cheek.  "I used to have a little girl just like you," I told her.  "Where did she go?" she asked.  "Her mom left me and took her away, I miss them so much," I told her.  "Why, did her mom take her away?" she asked.  "Because her little girl and I loved each other too much," I replied looking mournfully into her eyes.  "Maybe she'll come back," she said feeling sorry for me.  "I hope so," I replied.

"Shall we take some more photos?" I asked.  "OK," she said cheerfully. The video and sound recording was running in the background.  "Before we start sweetie tell me what Uncle Jimmy liked to do with you?" I asked.  "He told me I mustn't tell," she replied.  "I'm sure he meant not to tell your mom or your teacher, not me," I told her cuddling her to me. "Did uncle Jimmy put his willie in your mouth?" I asked.  She nodded.  "Can you tell me what he did?" I asked.  "When mommy was asleep or sick, he would help me in the bath tub and he would sometimes get in the tub with me. He would wash my bottom and I washed his thingy until it squirted," she revealed.  "Anything else sweetie?" I asked.  "He tried to put his willie inside me but it was too big.  He said he'd buy me a new dolly when I was big enough to fit his willie in me and he bought me sweets for sucking his willie and letting him squirt in my mouth," she further revealed.

"Good girl!" I praised and leaning forward I kissed her forehead.  "I wish I had a little girl like you.  I'd love you to bits!" I told her and I was telling the truth.

"OK sweetie, I want to take some photos of me touching your botties and you touching my willie and then you sucking my willie like you sucked uncle Jimmy's.  Will that be OK?" I asked.  She nodded.

"Lets make your front bottom nice and slippy first," I said.  Climbing between her legs I covered her sex with my mouth.  I inhaled deeply filling my nostrils with her exquisite little girl scent.  I mixed the messages from my nose with those coming from my tongue to paint a flavour picture in my head.  Sooooo sweet, musky, tangy, moorish.  I am sure I could survive with nothing else but a daily plate of little girl juice, it had everything I wanted I thought to myself.  I probed with my tongue causing her to jump a couple of times as I pushed at her hymen.  I wasn't trying to break it; I just wanted to explore all parts of it with my tongue.  Sliding my tongue up her slit I explored the crevasse before finding her little clitty button and nibbling on that.  Sliding my tongue down her slit I passed her love hole to taste her little girl bum.  Stabbing at her back door I savoured the texture of wrinkled sphincter muscle.  "That's tickles!" she giggled. I wanted to stay there forever eating her pussy raw but I had other stuff to do which I needed to do before mom got back, there was no way of knowing what frame of mind she'd be in once 'fixed'.

Climbing from between her legs I lay besides her.  I picked her up and sat her on my dick.  "Kneel up sweetie," I instructed.  She knelt up and I positioned my dick under her hole.  Taking her hand I placed it on my shaft. "Hold my willie next to your pee-pee hole sweetie," I instructed her. She positioned it at entrance to her hole and sat down trying to get it inside like she had done with Uncle Jimmy.  She was too small, but the feeling of wet heat on my bell end and the sight of the imp pushing down and my helmet, her lips parted either side was delicious.  "It still won't fit!" she proclaimed with a tone of disappointment.  I took the photos whilst she held my knob end at her virgin hole.  She looked up and remembered to smile at the camera.  My dick looked great with her soft white cunnie lips parted either side the angry purple head of my knob.  Her pussy glistened in the light from the pre-cum I painted her with.  She had difficulty holding the awkward pose and kept losing her balance bringing her weight down onto the tip of my dick which, each time, pushed another centimetre into her hole.  I gazed at her small body, her flat chest and little pink areola were all unmistakably five year old.

"OK sweetie, I'd like to get some photos of you sucking my willie can we do that now?" I asked.  She nodded her head.  I sat her on the edge of the bed and stood up to her, her face a perfect height to suck my dick.  "OK sweetie, I am going to put my willie in your mouth.  Did Uncle Jimmy tell you what you must do?" I asked her.  "He told me I must suck on it like I was sucking a lollipop and swallow quickly when he squirted," she explained. "Good girl!  I want you to do the same thing, except that when I squirt my stuff I don't want you to swallow it.  I want you to catch it in your mouth.  I'll tell you when it's coming, you then hold your mouth open and I'll squirt some onto your tongue and some onto your cheek.  I don't want you to swallow any!  I want you to just let it splash onto your tongue and then let it drip out and run down your chin.  Is that OK sweetie?" I asked.  She nodded again.

I moved forward my dick dangling like a flag pole before me, pre-cum dripping from the end like a flame thrower ready to blow.  She opened her mouth exposing her little pink tongue.  "Here, hold here," I told her as I put the fist of her right hand around my shaft.  I moved forward into her waiting mouth.  She sucked slowly, I could feel her little tongue rasping the sensitive underside of my dick.  I clicked away getting pictures of her little cherub face, her mouth stretched wide around my hot throbbing man meat.  "Smile for the camera, sweetie," I instructed.  Her eyes rose up to mine and she smiled an awkward smile her mouth fully stretched with the pork lollipop.  "You're doing an excellent job!" I praised.  "Hold your mouth open and push your tongue out!" I instructed.  I got some shots of her open mouth with my dick lay on her tongue.  Photos done from all angles, I allowed myself a few moments off photographing to savour the sights, sounds, and feelings, as I held her head and slowly fucked her face. "That feels soooooo nice sweetie!  You're such a good girl!" I praised.  Feeling my balls rumbling I got the camera ready to catch the money shots.  "I'm going to squirt soon sweetie, get ready baby!" She continued sucking, her eyes looking up at me waiting for the word.  "Ready baby?" I said placing a finger on the tube beneath my shaft stopping a premature ejaculation.  Camera to my eye, feeling the sponk building up to a painful level, "OK here it comes sweetie, open your mouth!" I instructed. Her eyes wide open she looked at my face for clues of what to do.  The first rope hit her tongue almost filling her mouth.  She got the second rope on the cheek just below her left eye and the third on the chin.  I wanked the remaining sponk from my dick onto her tongue.  Like with Lisa I'd been clicking away as fast as I could, hoping to get shots of the sponk in flight.  Those are the big money shots but are difficult to get without a high-speed camera.  Her little cherub face was now covered in sponk which, starting to obey the lows of gravity, ran down her cheeks and dangled from her chin.  She still had a mouthful of sponk.  "Close your mouth sweetie and squeeze the stuff out through your lips and let it drip down your chin," I instructed.  She closed her mouth and bubbled the sponk between her closed lips to join the rest dripping down her chin.  "Give me a big smile sweetie!" I instructed.  That was another money shot, a picture of the toddler's face with a big smile, lines of sticky sponk stretched across her lips, her face covered in sponk.  The sponk dropped from her chin onto her chest, running across her flat titties.

"Good girl!" I gasped.  Shots all done, I put down the camera, and picked her up I carried her to the bathroom.  It was now just after 4pm and I was wondering whether I should hang around until my nut sack refilled to get a pussy cum shot.  I cleaned Holly's face and chest with a warm face cloth.

Carrying her back to her room, I sat her down on the bed.  She was still smiling.  I think she liked me!  "Why don't you put your clothes back on whilst I go and check the boot of my car for dollies?" I told her.  She jumped off the bed and literally jumped up and down on the spot in excitement.

As I got a dolly and a teddy from the boot of the car, Sam arrived back looking distraught.  "You OK?" I asked.  "I will be soon," she said as she ran past me and upstairs to the bathroom be deliver her fix.

Holly was still trying to dress herself as I arrived back with a dolly and a teddy.  She'd got her socks and panties on and was trying to put her shirt on.  Her face lit up and she jumped up and down with glee at the sight of the toys.  "This is my present to you for being such a good girl," I told her.

She lay them out on the bed and chattered away to them as I admired the white cotton panty clad round melon globes of her butt and contemplated whether I should hang around for another session or make a start on the long drive home.

Leaving her to play, I went to check on mom.  Tapping lightly on the toilet door and calling her name I got no reply.  I opened the door and there she was, sitting on the toilet, unconscious, with a needle dangling from her arm.  I shook my head in disgust.  This girl clearly was not fit to bring up a child.  I pulled the needle out and carried her to her bedroom.  I nervously checked her vital signs worried about what I would say to the authorities if she died.  Her heart and breathing seemed OK.  My decision on whether to cut and run or stay a little longer had now been made for me.

Next thing I knew, Holly was behind me holding her new dolly and teddy to her chest.  "Is mom sick again?" she asked.  "Does mom get sick often?" I asked her.  "Sometimes," she replied.  "And what does mom tell you to do when she gets sick?" I asked.  "I should try and roll her onto her side so that she doesn't choke," she replied with a wisdom way beyond her years.  We rolled mom onto her side and left her to sleep it off.

I made myself a cup of tea, downloaded the photos onto the laptop and reviewed my work.  I had a great shot of Sam's tongue sliding up her daughter's slit.  I also had a great shot of mom's arse which although an excellent piece of photography wasn't worth much money.  The hymen shots were clear detailed and in context, i.e. they could clearly be placed with the other shots proving that the hymen in question belonged to the girl in the picture.  It was possible, I wondered, to fool the untrained viewer by taking a series of photos of a non-virgin model and slip in a shot of the hymen of another person like it was hers and with some clever photography make it look like it was in context?  The cum shots on her face were the real money shots!  The big beaming smile doubled their value.  Clients want either smiles or tears on face cum shots.  They don't want blank expressions or expressions of disgust.

I'd been at it for about half and hour when Sam came downstairs.  I made her a cup of tea.

"Sam, I don't know what you think of me or today's work but I can tell you that you are lucky that I am trustworthy and honest.  You can't afford to be shooting up and losing consciousness with strangers in the house with your daughter.  It's dangerous and irresponsible of you as a mother," I continued.  "I'm not a social worker and I don't want to play at being one, but I do have a conscience and I am deeply distressed at seeing a five year old girl living with a junky mother who does not have the ability to properly care and protect her daughter." Sam stated to cry.

I put my hand around her and cuddled her, "don't cry, you'll distress Holly," I told her.  "I'm so ashamed!" she revealed.  "You have to be strong and you have to do the right thing by your girl and that starts by going to the appropriate professionals and asking for help," I told her.

"I've totalled up the value of the photos we've taken today, and if you promise me you'll seek professional help, I'll give you it all including my cut," I told her.  She sobbed into my shoulder.  "Will you promise?" I asked.  She nodded her head sobbing.  "Did you get all the photos you wanted?" she asked.  "No I didn't, I have some good shots and I was going to take some more but I'm too distressed to continue," I told her.

"I'm going to give you £800, that's enough to kill you if you don't seek help, and if you don't seek help you will use it to kill yourself.  I want you to call me twice a week and I want the details of what you are doing to get yourself straight.  If you don't call I'll report you to the authorities and they'll take away Holly," I told her.  She sobbed into my shoulder muttering thanks.  I packed up my stuff and went back in to say good-bye.

I gave Holly my phone number and told her to put it somewhere secret and if mom got sick again to call me, that way I'd know if she was still doing stuff.

I picked Holly up to kiss her goodbye.  "Can we come and live with you?" she asked.  I looked at Sam.  "Yes, can we come and live with you," Sam reiterated mournfully.  "I've spoken to your mommy about what she needs to do to stop getting sick, if she gets better, I'll think about it," I promised.
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They stood on the sidewalk waving me off as I drove away.

I sent the photos in the following day.  I got £1,100 for them.  And, I had the video, the sound recording and the un-touched photos which must be worth a similar amount.

I reflected on the weekend's work.  Of course sex with a five year old was a dream come true, but it wasn't great sex.  Great sex isn't just the tightness of a girl's pussy.  It also involves the environment in which it's happening and that was a desperate and depressing environment.  Sex with Holly in those circumstances wasn't even close to what I'd had with Lisa.

I was starting to wonder whether I really wanted casual sex with losers or whether what I really wanted was sex with a happy loving family.  Then the doorbell rang.  I opened the door.  "Uncle Eddie, we're back!" Lisa shouted as she launched herself into my arms.  Tommy followed her and Jenny followed him carrying Emma??




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