Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Detroit
|Introduction: Lonely man sees a very young girl for hot sex!|
Females For Hire
It had been a long time for me and I gave it plenty of thought before I entered the place known as Jack’s, just off the main street of the seedy side of town. Looking around before entering, I made sure that I wasn’t seen by anyone other than the three woman who sat, provocatively posed on the front stoop, like a living ad for what was available inside.
I hadn’t heard a lot about this establishment but, what I’d heard, led me to believe that the main commodity available here were females for hire.
There was a large foyer, as I came through the door, and before me I saw a mahogany counter like that of a hotel and a scruffy man sitting behind it who greeted me with a, “What can I do for you?”
“Uh,” I stuttered, not knowing how to ask for the sinful article of trade I wanted, “I have heard that I can acquire the services of a... female here.”
He grinned an evil, bad-toothed, grin at me and said, “You want a girl? You want to get your pecker wet?”
“Do ‘ya have any preference?” he asked, raising one eyebrow at me.
I hadn’t given it much thought until now. I knew that I didn’t want anybody fat or anybody really old. “A young one,” I said tentatively. “And thin and pretty.”
He gave me an unfriendly smile and looked down at a list, before him, on the counter. “Three hundred for the room and girl for an hour,” he said as he turned and reached for one of the keys, hanging from a bent nail behind him. “Anything you use her for is between you and her and she will charge you for her services... extra for anything painful or sick.”
I wondered what he meant by “sick” as I handed him three hundred-dollar bills and took the key from him.
“Room sixteen is up the stairs and three doors down on the left,” he told me and I quickly moved to the stairs so that I would not have to deal with him, or smell him, any longer.
The stairs and hallway were dingy and smelled of old wood and dust as I walked to room sixteen and stared at it, for a few moments, before gently knocking.
“Come in,” beckoned a rather young-sounding, gentle female voice from the other side.
Not knowing what to expect, I turned the well-worn brass knob and entered the room, seeing the worn carpet, the tattered drapes in the far window, the old dressing table with tiffany lamp, the large bed covered in only a yellowing sheet and the very young girl with a cherub-like face, doe brown eyes and short, tousled blonde hair sitting on it, wearing only a light-blue camisole top and bikini panties above her thin legs. I could see no signs of breasts, beneath the material of the flimsy camisole, but I could see the evidence of two rather large, dark, protruding nipples through the sheer material.
She looked at me and seemed to force a shy smile as I looked around the room to make sure that Chris Hanson wasn’t standing in one of the corners with a camera crew.
“Hi. I’m... Bob,” I told her, making up the name.
“I’m Deane,” she replied, her eyes peering into mine as if looking for some sign of friendliness or comfort.
I was going to ask her her age I but figured, whatever it was, she was in this line of work so it wasn’t any of my business.
“Deane,” I repeated the name as I stepped toward the bed and her, “that’s interesting.”
“My crazy mother named me Deannavere,” she said, standing now so that I could see that the top of her head only came to about the level of my upper chest, “names were not my mother’s strong suite,” she continued as she stood before me, “or motherhood, for that matter.”
Reaching and putting her hands behind my neck, she looked up into my eyes with her so-pretty, child-like, alluring face and said, “So, what do you want to do to me?”
I didn’t know. Some part of me was almost repelled by her youthful appearance but another part of me, the large part thrusting up from my loins, as my nostrils detected her close, girlish aroma, knew exactly what it wanted and I wrapped my arms around her thin body and pulled her to me, leaning my face down to hers to press my mouth to the tender cushions of her parted lips.
Our lips worked together in lust as our tongues found each others and I licked within her sweet-flavored, open mouth like the sex-hungry man I was. Her taste was so sweet, in fact, that I knew she had just finished a piece of cherry-flavored candy or something.
My cock pressed hard against her taut belly as our kiss intensified and I ran my hands down her thin sides to behind her to take the small checks of her tender, slightly wider ass into my hands and squeeze them. Then, not breaking our wet kiss, I wrapped one arm around her body, to hold her to me, as I moved my other hand between us and then down into the waistband of her silken panties. Flattening my hand, I pushed down over her flat stomach to the delicate mound I found between her thighs. It was dainty-smooth and hairless and its notch was slimy-wet to the touch of my fingers, its inner-meat hot and protruding with her clitoral hood. There was plenty of space in the gap between her thin thighs, allowing me to deftly work my middle finger within her feminine furrow until I came to the hot opening of her wet vagina and I couldn’t help but explore that, both feeling the slickness and hearing the juicy sounds from down there, before I thrust my finger far up into the tightest, wettest pussy I had ever encountered, not stopping until I could feel my knuckles against her tender flesh and the mysterious protrusion of her cervix, deep inside of her, against the tip of my probing digit.
Deane suddenly pulled back from me and, with my hand still buried in her panties and finger-fucking her with abandon, asked, “Well? What will it be, Mister? Do you want to be sucked off or do you want to eat me out or fuck me?”
“All of it,” I replied down at her angel-like but lustful smile.
“Want to fuck me in my pussy or my ass? I can handle it in both if your cock isn’t too big.” She looked down at the bulge in my pants now as she said, “Let me see it,” and reached for my zipper.
I let her undo my trousers and I had to remove my hand from between her thin thighs as she took hold of my jockeys and pulled them down past my knees.
Her brown eyes went wide as she took in the sight of the girth of my male member, the bulb at its tip, purple and shiny with my excited precum.
“Wow,” she said, “I can’t wait to feel that inside me.”
With that she took hold of it with both hands and then bent to it and took its slimy head into her small, lovely mouth. I reeled from the sensations of heat and wetness and tightness and then the thrill of sublime suction followed by the feeling of her tongue exploring the hole of my urethra and the ultra-sensitive underside of my shaft. It was heaven as her hands began to slowly jack me.
Looking down at the utter lewdness of the sight of this diminutive girl sucking my cock I knew that I could not hold out and, as one of her hands reached under to feel and cradle my ball-sack, I wheezed out some undesernable warning before my testicles tightened upward and my cock throbbed and I felt the thrill of massive, orgasmic relief as I started to spew my load of pent up sperm right into the mouth of this sucking, female angel.
I half expected her to choke or yank her head back in disgust or gag or spit but Deane kept her lovely lips sealed tightly around behind the head of my member as I blew my whole load of male seed directly into her mouth and I heard and felt her swallow three or four times before my orgasm waned and I stopped spending in her lovely mouth.
Now, stopping her suction and easing her pretty face back slowly, Deane wiped away the clear strand of semen that clung from my cock-hole to her pink lower lip and then she smiled up at me. “Your cum tasted so good, Sir,” she told me. “It was quite watery but with thicker globs in it and there was a lot of it. It was hot and salty-sweet and easy to swallow. It all went down, see?” she asked, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, pink and shiny-wet with only a small dollop of pearl-white discharge clinging near the back of it.
I was in a raging, lustful state now as I instructed, “Take your panties off, Deane, so that I can return the favor. I want to taste you now.”
“Sure,” she said, reaching down to the waistband of her underpants and bending and shimmying her ass girlishly as she pulled them down her legs, “I’m really juicy now too. It makes me so horny when I suck cock.”
I didn’t ask any more questions, I just watched her step from her panties and scamper onto the bed where she lay on her back with her legs spread wide for me, the jut of her bare pussy-mound looking so enticing. Getting on the bed between her legs, I brought my face to her lovely, small, hairless vulva, smelling the sweet, fish-like scent of her natural, girlish perfume before I pressed the lips of my face to the open lips of her tender pussy and I began to lap, with my tongue, like a hungry Cheshire cat.
Deane’s abundant, viscous sex juices were sublimely sweet with a citric saltiness that collected in my mouth and clung to my probing tongue as I sucked and licked, up and down, in her delicate, most intimate furrow. Her nectar seemed to strand as I licked it from her and swallowed it greedily, concentrating on her slickened, rubbery clitoris as her body began to tremor and I felt her working her crotch hard into my face.
I moved my hands up under her camisole and felt both of the hard, protruding nipples on her soft, heaving chest before I began to squeeze and punch them hard. Deane responded by mewling loudly as she gripped my head with her hands and trapped my face between her soft, girlish thighs. I could still hear her muffled screams as her leg and stomach muscles tightened and she began to cum into my face, her pussy spasming at my tongue as I lapped even harder and she fed me a delicious meal of hot, youthful vaginal secretions.
When her orgasm stopped, Deane gripped the hair at the side of my head and pulled me back from her open crotch.
“Wow!” she said, breathlessly, “I’m so sensitive now that I can’t take any more. You REALLY made me cum hard, Mister!”
Wiping her sexual secretions from my face with my open hand, I got up on my hands and knees and crawled over her small body, her intimate scent and flavors permeating my whole existence now.
“Do you want to fuck me now?” she asked, her beautiful eyes wide as she looked down at my steel-hard cock dangling (and dripping pre-cum) over the bump of her hairless mons.
“Yes, very much,” I told her. “May I?”
“Yes,” she said, spreading her thin legs wider, “but please go slow and take it easy on me, Mister. That’s such a big cock and I’m only...”
She winced as I dropped down and worked the head of my member into her juicy, open gash and then pressed inward.
“Go slow,” she warned again and I settled myself over her, careful not to crush her as I let my weight bare down and slowly pushed my cock up into her hot, little body. Once fully inside her, I swear I could feel her cervix right against the trigger of my cock as I held her small body to me and began to slowly and rhythmically fuck her.
Deane was tight. The tightest pussy I had ever encountered in all of my adult life. She was so tight, in fact, that I could sense a definite suction with each backward stroke of my cock before I pressed it all back into her, hit cervix, and repeated the process again and again.
Deane put her hands to my back and we fucked for quite a time, her making those sweet mewling gasps, beneath me, as I grunted and rutted hard into her. Finally I could feel my orgasm begin to overtake me, charging from my loins and up through my spine and back to my sensitive, deeply fucking cock.
“I’m going to cum,” Deane announced in my ear and I just had time to turn my face to her flushed, glassy-eyed expression and work my tongue into her sucking, open mouth before I let go, grunted and started to cum, blasting sperm into this little girl as her legs stiffened at my thighs and her stomach tightened and her vagina started to spasm and grip my spewing cock tightly in the rigor of extreme climax.
I seemed to actually blast semen, right into the girl, with all my might, as she took it all within her. I had never cum so hard in my life and my temples seemed to throb as the blood began to start recirculating through my body.
“Please get up now, Sir,” I heard Deane say at my chest, “you’re very heavy on me.”
I got up on my elbows now and slowly extracted my still-hard cock from where it had discharged my sex-load deep up inside of her. There was a wet, popping sound as the large head of my cock came out from the between the pink, clinging, inner lips surrounding her sexual opening and then a white river of sperm came sluicing out of the frail little girl’s gaping vagina and pooled thickly on the sheet between her diminutive ass cheeks.
“Wow, that was great,” I said, wiping my wet hair back into place on my head.
“Yeah,” she said. “I wish we could do that all the time.”
“So do I, kid,” I told her, getting off the bed and reaching down for my pants and jockeys. “So... how much do you want for the blowjob and fuck?”
“Oh, the money you paid downstairs will be fine,” she told me. “That will pay for my room and board here until...”
“Until I find a home, Mister,” she said with a tear in her young voice.
“You don’t have a home?”
“No, Sir. I ran away from my drug-using mother to fend for myself and I used all the money I had saved to take a bus to this town and I walked the streets hungry until Jack... the guy downstairs... took me in. He said that I could live here and he would feed me -McDonald’s and stuff – as long as I had sex with him and the men he sent up a few times a day.”
“Oh, dear,” I said, feeling sorry for her.
“I don’t mind,” she told me now, forcing a smile. “Most of the men here are not mean like my mom’s boyfriend was.”
“Your mom’s boyfriend was mean to you?”
“All the time. He taught me to suck him off, whenever my mom wasn’t looking... and even sometimes when she was. He started fucking me when I was barely old enough to...”
There came a loud knock on the door now and a voice, from the hall said, “Your time is up, in there, mister. Deane, Jack says you’ve got another customer waiting downstairs.”
“Okay, I’ll be ready,” Deane called toward the door as I pulled on my clothes and started to leave.
But something made me stop in my tracks.
“Deane,” I turned back to see her getting off the bed and reaching for a Kleenex to wipe the twin pads of her pussy clean of my clinging cum, “why don’t you come home with me and live?”
“I have a big house and I’m divorced and I have no children. I make plenty of money and you could be my adopted daughter or my niece or something.”
“Don’t joke with me, Mister, please.”
“I’m not joking, Deane. I want you to come and stay with me.”
“Oh,” she said, “I get it. You want to start getting my pussy for free like Ma’s boyfriend did.”
“No, Deane. I promise you. I will never have sex with you again. I will take care of you like a good uncle or a father would and we’ll be a family and be happy together. Wouldn’t you like that?”
I watched as she bent her head and thought about it for many long moments and then she looked up and smiled at me and said, “Okay, Mister. You’ve got yourself a niece.”
Deane got dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a halter top and packed the few things she had into a paper shopping bag. She stepped into some blue flip-flops and then we went out, down the hall and the stairs and out past Jack who, it turns out, was wheelchair bound and couldn’t come after us.
We got in my car and drove to my spacious home in the suburbs where I showed her my pool and my hot tub and my motorcycles and my art collection and expensive furniture and she took a bubble bath and had a swim and then I took her to Macy’s and bought her about a dozen outfits and matching purses and shoes and slippers and robes and underwear and slacks and shorts and tops and nightgowns... everything a girl would love to wear, before we ate a sumptuous meal at Delmonico’s and came home.
She was pretty tired as I showed her her new bedroom and told her to decorate it in any way that she wanted.
“Even everything in ‘Hello Kitty’?” she asked.
“Anyway you want it,” I told her and tucked her into her new bed and leaned to kiss her forehead goodnight.
The next morning I awoke and found, to my surprise, that Deane had made me a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon and toast and coffee and the kitchen table was set most elegantly.
“Deane,” I said as I sat at my place, “this is so nice.”
“This is how it will be, Mister. I’m no freeloader. I’ll cook the meals and clean and make things nice for you as long as I’m here.”
“That’s great, Deane,” I said. “But none of this ‘mister’ stuff. Call me Uncle Scott. That’s my real name... Scott Siberson. It’s on my checks and I’ll be giving you my checkbook and charge card so that you can shop for us while I’m at work.”
“Can I make cutlets for dinner, Uncle Scott?” she asked excitedly.
“Anything you like, sweetheart,” I told her, patting her head as I sipped my coffee and then flipped my spare debit card onto the table next to my checkbook.
“You’ll need ID to use the card,” I told her.
“I know,” she said, “I’ve got a picture ID that states I’m 18.”
“Really,” I replied, remembering the budding shape of her small body when I’d had sex with her yesterday.
I went up to shower and get ready for my day at the office, the whole time thinking about how I would much rather spend the day with my new niece. I grew up as an only child and my parents were both long dead. I had no family and now I suddenly had a lovely girl and found it all so exciting. I made a mental note to enroll her in school for the coming fall and wondered what grade she would be in.
I was interrupted from my thoughts and totally surprised when Deane came in and got into the shower naked with me.
“What are you doing?” I asked her. “I’m your uncle now, remember? And you’re my sweet little niece.”
“I know,” she said, “but I’ve never had anyone be so nice to me... ever... and I wanted to thank you by washing your back for you.”
I laughed at how hard she wanted to be of help and to please me and I handed her the soap and she soaped up my back really well and scratched the soap in with her nails, which felt so sublime that it made me shiver all over.
After she rinsed me off, she gave me the soap and I soaped up her small back, cleaning her from her neck, down over the curves and sway of her slim back to the wider slightly wider curvature of her cushy ass and between her supple cheeks, which made her bend and touch her knees and wiggle her very cute, tender-looking butt at me.
“Would you do something else for me?” she asked, still bent before me.
“Sure, baby. Anything. What do you want?”
“Will you fuck me in my ass?”
She looked back at me with that sweet, cherub look on that pretty face of hers as she said, “Push your cock up my ass and fuck me before you go to work, okay?”
Still soapy, I worked my finger up and down her ass crack until I found her small, anal pucker. It WAS tight, I discovered, as I pressed a finger into it and I heard her groan and catch her breath as if in pain.
“It’s too small, Deane. I can’t do that to you.”
“No,” she stated, “it’s not. My mom’s boyfriend used to fuck my ass before he even fucked me in my little cunt. Just push it in me, Uncle Scott. It will fit.”
Who was I to disappoint her? So I soaped up my hardening cock and, as Deane bent and presented the supple cheeks of her hiney to me, I squatted slightly to line us up and pushed my cock into the bud of her asshole, spreading her cheeks, as I did so.
My God, Deane WAS TIGHT back there! It took a lot of rubbing and pushing before her sphincter finally gave way to me and my cock sank slowly but fully up into her hot anal passage.
As the shower sprayed on the two of us, I fucked little Deane’s extremely tight ass for many long minutes, sensing that, as I did it, she was rubbing the clitoris of her pussy with her free hand, supporting herself bent against the tile wall with her other as she grunted with each of my buggering thrusts into her.
After a time I felt Deane pushing her ass back firmly against my loins to meet my deep fuck strokes, my cockhead luxuriating in the depths of her hot, tight clinging rectum. Then, as I felt myself about to cum, Deane called out loud and incoherently and bent more and pushed back hard and I felt her ass compact against my loins and her restrictive insides clutching at my captured cock and I started to cum, spewing hot seed deep into the depths of little Deane’s forbidden passage.
When we fully finished with our mutual orgasms, we pulled slowly apart and again washed ourselves off before I dressed for work, kissing her forehead, at the front door, as I started toward my Mercedes.
I waved at her as I left and she waved back, clad in only her new, white, terrycloth bathrobe, a sweet vision for me to savor in my mind all day.
At the office I thought about her and what we were going to do when I got home. Nothing dirty, mind you. I wanted to take her shopping, to the theatre, to the amusement park, to the mall, any place and anything that she wanted to do was fantastic with me. So thrilled was I to have something special, like her, in my life. It was as if I had some exquisite new toy and I couldn’t wait to get home to take it out of the box and play with it some more.
At six o’clock I finished my last conference call and ran to my car and sped home.
Pulling into the drive I sensed something out of place and looked to the area by the garage to see that my motorcycles seemed to be missing. Running into the house to ask Deane what could have possibly happened to them, I found the house empty and Deane not there as I called for her from room to room.
I don’t mean that the house was empty of people. I mean the house was empty of everything... no furniture, no artwork, no silver no anything. A quick call to the bank confirmed that my checking and savings accounts were cleaned out too.
I slumped against a wall and, after a few moments, began to shake and bitterly cry.
What was I to do?
I sure couldn’t involve the police in this.
I am a well-to-do man and everything that I lost I could easily replace... except Deane and she was the one thing that I now desired the most.
Throwing caution to the wind, I drove downtown to Jack’s Place, to confront him and to demand to know where she had gone but I found that it was abandoned and empty too and no sign of Jack what-so-ever.
Jack must have her, I reasoned. She must have been in his control the whole time and I was just their mark.
I was such a dupe and a sucker. I had played with fire and I had been burned.
I guess that’s what you get when you play with females for hire but, let me tell you, it sure hurts.
Directed by...............Christopher Hansen
Man behind door......Emerson Laken-Palmer
Women on stoop.....Julianne Moore
This is entirely a work of fluff and fiction. No real actors were harmed (or even used) during its production.
© - 2011 Independent-International Film Corporation
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