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The end of summer was drawing near. Doug organized an party to celebrate Jane's
arrival into his home. Actually it was an orgy. All of Doug's parties devolved
into orgies ever since Gloria left him. It was slated for the Labor Day
weekend. I got there early with Krista. At first I was going to leave her at
home but Doug convinced me to bring her.
"Bring her along. This is going to be my best party ever. You don't want to
leave early just because she's alone back home. I set up the game room for her.
The fridge there is stocked with snacks, drinks, and sandwiches. She has 500
cable channels to watch. She has videos and games. She can text her friends or
surf the net. She'll be fine. That part of the upstairs is sealed off from the
common areas. No one can get in unless I use my code and buzz the door from a
computer. She'll be perfectly safe. If she needs you she has a phone and will
call your cell."
He made sense. She wasn't going to participate in the orgy but I would have her
close by for my own pleasure later. Breakfast in the morning wouldn't be the
same without one of her blow jobs.
He took me downstairs to Jane's room to show me how he set it up. There were
going to be about thirty people there a mix favoring the women over the men.
These were friends of his he made through his business dealings. Some of the
women would be call girls. Lots of his deals were closed by providing whores to
secure a contract. Not common street skanks but highclass call girls. Women
that doubled as models and budding actresses during the day. Plenty of those in
New York. All checked for STDs and smart enough to keep their mouths shut about
who they were fucking and what was going on. Doug wasn't a drug user beyond
smoking weed like me, nor was he a dealer, but he always provided a taste for
his friends at these parties, X and Coke mainly.
Jane's Day Room (this is what Doug was calling it now) was transformed from the
studio apartment it normally was into an Arabian harem tent. The walls were
draped with soft silky materials in an array of colors that joined at a central
point in the ceiling where hung a huge tassel made from the gathered wall
material. Large futon mattresses and pillows covered the floor along with
chairs and couches. Scattered about were all manner of sex toys with restraints
and torture implements mixed in. Incense was burning in clay balls suspended
from the ceiling. Also hanging were chains to help tie or even suspend your
partner. There was a bar with a bartender and several waiters to serve
cocktails and "the other treats". This was an invitation only event and Doug
had security men at the door to prevent crashers. The "staff" as Doug called
them were all from the same company. Sort of an underground agency specializing
in discreet services. It wasn't the first time he'd hired them and he was
satisfied with them so far.
Everything was in place and I couldn't wait for the guests to arrive. Meanwhile
we showered and changed into more appropriate clothing. Since Krista and I were
spending the weekend we packed a bag which I placed in our bedroom. I tore her
away from the TV in the game room and told her to strip for a shower.
Obediently she took her clothes off and helped me with mine. My little sex toy
gave my cock a good licking but I wanted to fuck so I pulled her off by the
hair and led her to the shower.
When I say shower I'm not talking about a tiny stall like in my condo. No no.
Doug had 2 of these huge showers built that you could comfortably fit 4 people
in. Tiled on 3 walls with the 4th being clear glass. One was in his master
bathroom and the one we had was a smaller version but not lacking in amenities.
They were outfitted with ceiling mounted shower heads as well as sprays in the
walls. This miracle of modern plumbing even had steam vents for a good sweat.
There were stools and a bench for you to sit and relax. It was even wired for
sound. The bedroom stereo could be heard over the shower's speakers. I didn't
know it then but he also had hidden video cameras and microphones to record his
guests. It seems that Doug wasn't above a little blackmail to ensure a good
deal. The recording was activated by a motion detector.
So anyway, I lead tiny little Krista into this shower and she's amazed. Of
course she wants to turn every knob and push every button until we are battered
by all manner of pulsing jets of water from every direction. I admit it was fun
playing in the spray with this child but time was short and I still wanted to
fuck my angel so I slapped her ass once hard to get her attention. She stopped
fooling around and got down on her knees in front of me.
"Make me hard".
She knew what that meant and sucked my limp cock into her mouth. It didn't take
long what with me looking at this shimmering wet baby girl sucking my fuck meat
with the water splattering off her alabaster skin and that wet red hair flowing
off her shoulders and down her back. I didn't want to cum in her mouth so I
lifted her up from her knees. I straddled the bench and laid on my back.
"Fuck me."
With that she threw a leg over my hips and sat on my hard cock. At first she
rubbed her pussy along its length but quickly she reached between her legs and
positioned my meat at the entrance of her little cunt. Then with a little hop
she shoved herself onto my cock and it slipped inside with one fluid motion.
She immediately began fucking herself with a hard pounding of her hips. She
loved being on top. So did I. This little titless angel loved to fuck more than
anything. I had half a mind to bring her down to the orgy but of course I knew
I couldn't. Still, the thought of watching her get fucked by other men was
growing stronger. I knew it would happen someday but not yet.
The water was now causing her hair to hang down and obscure her face. All I saw
was a little pale white body topped with wet red hair flowing down onto my
chest. Very sexy. My feet were still on the floor so it was nothing for me to
lift up and meet her pounding with my own thrusts. It was as if Krista was
riding a bucking bronco. I reached up and pinched her tiny pink nipples hard.
She then responded by grinding her cunt down until her ass sat on my thighs.
Her grunts were getting louder so I knew she was close to cumming.
"Don't you dare cum until I say so. You hear me? Don't you cum."
"Yes Daddy."
It was a power game we played and she loved it. I would yell at her in an angry
tone but she knew it was pretend. She said that when I yelled at her it made
her orgasms better. Usually she came as soon as the feeling struck but when
ordered to hold it back they'd become more intense when I'd finally let her go.
I benefitted from it with the intense action from her cunt and the sounds she
made. Lots of cunt spasms and throat grunting, plus the visual of seeing her
"need to cum" displayed in her face. But I was pressed for time so I didn't
prolong her agony this time. After a minute or so I gave her the word.
"Cum for me my angel. Cum for Daddy."
I could feel her cunt squeeze my cock as she came. I didn't hold back either
and blew my load deep inside her. Weird but even with the warm water spraying
on me I still got a shiver up my spine.
We finished our shower and washed off the smell and remains of our fuck. Back
in the bedroom I had Krista dress in her pajamas: a red camisole and red ankle
socks with matching ballet slippers. No panty. I then sent her back to the
game-room and showed her how to call me over the house phone if she needed me.
Doug provided the men with satin robes. The women were expected to be naked
unless they wore something "appropriate". Guests had already arrived and Doug
was busy introducing everyone to Jane.
He did a magnificent job on her. An embroidered white corset with stiff stays
and laces up the back pulled impossibly tight. A white bra with half cups that
pushed her tiny tits up until they practically spilled out of them. Textured
white stockings that matched the embroidery on the corset which held them up.
White 4 inch heeled sandals with white satin ribbons wrapping around her
ankles. Fingerless white lace gloves (with her nails painted with white French
tips), white leather choker, and a white G-string. She wore little if any make-
up except for a light pink gloss lipstick and maybe some facial powder. He had
her normally curly red hair straightened and cut very short (a move to
humiliate her and reinforce his power over her I'm sure). With her normally
pale skin and all the white clothing she looked like a porcelain doll and just
as fragile.
Even though I was happy with Krista and satisfied with the result of Doug's and
my deal I still couldn't help myself. I desperately wanted to fuck this woman.
She looked like an angel, glowing with purity and light. An image reinforced by
the pair of tiny lace and wire wings Doug had placed on Jane's back that
fluttered with her every movement.
More guest arrived, none of which I knew. Ordinary looking men with amazing
looking women. Some women came unescorted and I assumed they were pros hired by
Doug for the party. They wore various types of lingerie from soft and innocent
to sexy and hot. I just stood back with my drink in hand observing. The men
were mostly middle aged with a few older gentlemen mixed in. From what I saw a
couple brought their wives judging by their age and the amount of jewelry they
wore. Others brought girlfriends, again judging by their age and the jewelry
they wore. You know what I mean. But a few arrived with girls. Young girls.
Teenagers and younger. This was unexpected.
I'm so paranoid about being tagged a pedophile that I just assume everyone with
my particular taste is too. One girl couldn't have been more than 12 years old.
She was Asian and based on my years in Korea, and a few passes to Japan, I
guessed she was Japanese. Her Papa-san was an old Caucasian. He had to be at
least 70 years old. I hope I'm still fucking preteens at his age. I assumed
they had a Master slave relationship. Why? Maybe it was the rings in her
nipples and the black leather dog collar around her neck that gave it away.
Other than that she was completely naked except for her Japanese style loose
white knee socks and black penny loafers. Her hair was in braided pigtails with
red bows at the ends. Oh yeah, she carried a red backpack on her shoulders like
school kids in Japan carry. Fuck. Doug had some interesting business associates
for sure.
The other young girls were teenagers between 15 and 19. All beauties. All with
hairless cunts. I hadn't been to one of these parties in a while, busy with
work on one hand and with Jane's bullshit on the other. The young girls were a
new twist. No one that I could tell seemed shocked or surprised. My thoughts
turned to Krista upstairs. I was tempted to bring her down here and show her
off but knew she wasn't ready for something like this. Her training had barely
begun and I wanted to establish my total dominance over her before introducing
her to others.
Between the 12 year old Geisha, Jane the Fucking Angel, other girls, including
the Call Girls, I was sporting a rock hard cock. Let's get this show on the
road. Guests had stopped arriving so I figured everyone was here. Doug was
still working the room, making introductions with Jane in tow. The staff was
busy serving drinks and treats. Things were going smoothly. A few couples were
taking advantage of the mattresses. Men getting blow jobs and girls getting
fucked.
"Guy! Come over here. There's someone I'd like you to meet."
Doug waved at me as he spoke to this short man in his forties. Balding, flabby,
and wearing thick glasses he wasn't what you'd expect to see at an orgy but
then I wasn't a Mr. Universe either. Ahh, but the woman standing next to him
was a different story. Tall and blonde with blue eyes (naturally). About 21 I
guessed with small but firm tits, six-pack abs, a long slender neck, and long
slender legs. She had on a sheer powder blue gown which she wore tied at the
neck. She was barefooted but thankfully her feet were small and perfect.
"Guy I'd like you to meet Robert Talbot and his daughter Grace. He owns some
Adult Boutique shops around the City. He's thinking about selling them and I'm
thinking about buying them."
"Please, call me Bob. Doug says that you work with him. Is he a good boss or an
asshole like most of us?"
"Well, I just started working for him so I can't say but I've known him for
about 20 years and he's been an asshole all that time so I don't expect having
me around will change him any."
"Funny. I always thought you were the asshole."
"Guy, do you know anything about the Adult biz?"
"Only where the tokens go."
"Well Doug says you will be taking over and I thought........."
"This happened kind of fast and I haven't had the time to discuss it with Guy
yet."
"Well my offer to train him still goes. We can talk business later; right now I
want to try out that girl that just walked in."
While we were talking an older gent walked in. He looked to be in his late 60's
but he wasn't the one that caught my eye. It was his companion. In contrast to
her "date", where he was a tall, about 6'6", distinguished looking man with a
full head of snow white hair with matching mustache, she was short, about 5
foot 4 inches, with big jiggly tits and a big ass. A little overweight and
dressed entirely in a shiny black latex body suit with openings in all the
strategic places. Her face was done Goth style with black lipstick and eye
make-up. Black nails too. No jewelry except for the silver nose ring in her
right nostril, multiple silver rings in her right ear, and the thin silver
chain connecting her nose and ear. Of course there was a matching black and
silver choker around her neck. Finishing the ensemble was a black rubber ball
gag in her mouth. Oh, I forgot. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. For a
short girl she had nice legs. The shiny black rubber highlighted them along
with the tall black patent leather boots. The heels had to be at least 6 inches
with maybe a 1 inch platform sole. She may have been chubby but the outfit
suited her. She was the exact opposite of Grace yet just as sexy. Then I
noticed the blue streaks in her hair. I'd seen them before but couldn't place
where. Doug brightened up.
"He made it. I was hoping he would."
"Who? That old man?"
"That old man is the real reason for the party. His name is Gardner Shaw and
among other things he's head of the largest child sex ring in the West. Tell
him Bob. It's OK, Guy's my partner."
Partner? When did that happen? I turned to Doug and was about to ask him when
Bob began.
"For years there'd been a rumor in the Adult biz about a secret sex club. More
than a club. It's an organization. They deal in flesh. Girls, very young girls,
from The US, eastern Europe, South America, and Asia. All nationalities. The
latest are Middle Eastern from Iraq and Afghanistan."
"Are we talking about 'white slavery?'"
"Well, it's no so white anymore. Most of the caucasian pussy comes from the
former Soviet states but the rest come from the third world where women are a
commodity. Bought and sold like sheep. This Mr. Shaw is rumored to be big in
the organization."
"Guy, if we can get in good with Shaw we can get all the young pussy we want.
Not only that, this organization controls most of the child porn in the world.
Not the short mpegs and jpgs you can find on the internet. My sources tell me
they operate an encrypted satellite network for feature length movies and live
shows. They run private sex clubs stocked with young stuff."
"But is it safe? What about what I read about police and FBI crackdowns and
busts?"
"These guys aren't smalltime. Shaw is retired CIA. He still has strong ties
with the 'Company'. He knows what's going down before it happens and protects
his own people."
"How do you know all this?"
"Bob was investigated by the mayor's task force for selling kid porn and Mr.
Shaw interceded. They had him dead to rights but suddenly it all went away."
"That's why I'm selling my shops. I'm too old for this. We're not in danger of
being investigated anymore but I've wanted to retire for a while now. I'm
taking my Grace and her sisters to Utah where a man can fuck his kids in
peace."
"Remember that religious cult in Texas the FBI busted last year? Remember how
they all got their kids back? That was Shaw and his organization. They fixed it
so the leader took the heat and everyone else went free. That cult was cutting
into Shaw's business so he dropped the dime on this guy and manipulated the
investigation. He was dangerous and had to go. The cult is now run by Shaw's
people."
"No shit? How did you meet him Bob?"
"Like I said his people produce kid porn. He was my supplier. Well, not him
exactly but someone in his organization. When I had my trouble he came and
personally apologized for letting it get that far. There was a screw-up on
their end that's since been fixed. To make up for it he invited me to visit his
private club in Manhattan. He sent a car for me and with the dark tint I
couldn't see out the windows. All I know is that we ended up in an underground
parking garage. I got into an elevator that took me up in some kind of hotel.
Very posh. After I was greeted and showed my invitation I walked into this
grand ballroom with at least a hundred girls of all ages, types, and colors.
All were dressed in different costumes but mostly in a schoolgirl uniform. My
guide said that this was the 'Morlock Club'. Never heard of it but the place
was impressive.
I heard a chime and all the girls quickly fell into formation. There were about
30 or so men and women in the room with me and they started inspecting the
girls, touching their faces, stroking their hair, reaching under their skirts
and feeling their cunts, and opening their shirts and squeezing their tits if
they had any. The girls just stood there allowing all this touching and
groping. My guide then said I was welcomed to choose any girl and use her in
any ay. I was paralyzed. Every girl was prettier than the last. From 5 to 12
years old, blonde - brunette - redhead, Asian, Middle-Eastern, Black, Latina,
White.
I was overwhelmed. Never before had I had to make such a choice. It took a
while but I picked a 10 yo Cuban girl with straight jet black hair hanging to
her ass. I did what I saw the others doing and reached under her skirt. She
wasn't wearing any panties and her tiny pussy was bald. I couldn't help but
stick a finger up inside her and found it was tight but she was definitely no
virgin. I pulled her blouse open and though she had no tits to speak of her
aureolas were dark with stiff nipples.
My guide led us to a bedroom and left us alone. The girl spoke little english
but it really wasn't a problem. She said 'I suck you' and she undid my belt and
zipper. My pants dropped down my legs as she pulled my boxers down. Now I've
been with young girls before but they weren't as skilled as this little Cuban.
She was on her knees so I reached down and tugged on her shirt collar. She
looked up at me and instantly understood my meaning. She stood and began to
undress. God she was beautiful. She was whiter than I expected. Most Latinas
were darker in my experience but the rest was as usual. Along with her hair,
her eyes were black, her cheekbones were high, and her ass was round and plump.
Taking my hand she led me to the bed and motioned for me to sit.
Back on her knees after twirling around for me, she took my cock in her hands
and massaged it. Then she began stroking it. I was hard before she started but
in her tiny hands I swear my cock got harder and longer. Just when I thought I
couldn't stand anymore excitement she took it in her mouth. Now I've been in
the Adult Biz for over 20 years and have had my cock sucked by some of the best
porn stars in the world. My daughter Grace has been doing it since she was a
baby. But this little girl was the best ever. It was savage. Her hands were
choking it. She actually chewed on my cock. She breathed through her nose
without ever losing suction on it. Her tongue not only rubbed and caressed it,
but she used it to push my cock up so it slid against the roof of her mouth
without ever touching her teeth. But, it was more than her mouth.
Every few strokes my cock slid right down her throat. Not even Grace could do
that at her age. My little Cuban controlled my orgasm, bringing me to the edge
then pulling me back, building my desire for release. Then, when she felt I was
ready, she swallowed my cock and sucked my balls into her mouth. Don't ask me
how but she did. Needless to say I came right then and shot my load straight
into her stomach. My little Cuban twirled her tongue around my cock and wiped
it clean as she pulled her mouth off.
I was gasping for air when this little beauty says, 'we fuck now?'. It worked
before so I tugged on my shirt. She understood and began undressing me.
Everything happened so fast before but now I took a good look at this girl. Her
hair was cut with bangs that covered her forehead and draped down partly hiding
her eyes. Her brows were thick and dark. Her nose was straight and romanesque.
Her cheek bones were prominent but didn't overwhelm her face. She had a wide
mouth but thin lips. The jaw was square with a slight cleft in her chin. Not a
classic beauty but very pretty. Body-wise she was on the thin side but not
skinny with a flat chest except for the dark puffy aureolas and stiff pointy
nipples. Her hips were still girlish so she really had no waistline but her ass
was big and round for a 10 yo. Her thighs were thick and her legs were a little
short but still shapely.
With my last stitch of clothing gone she climbed on top of me, placing her
pussy to my mouth and again taking my cock into hers. The aroma was thick and
sweet like molasses. Her outer lips were fat and hid her inner parts. When I
spread them her pink moist parts glistened. I tasted her and it was like eating
a ripe peach or mango. It was delicious. She got me hard in no time and spun
around, stuffing my cock inside her cunt. We must have been made for each other
because her pussy fit like a glove. I'm not lying. Every inch of my cock was
caressed and squeezed like never before, and this was a ten year old girl.
Rising and falling, rising and falling, I felt like I was on a roller coaster.
The whole time her cunt was massaging my prick, milking it for cum.
I like to think I can fuck forever but within minutes she had me cumming,
filling her pussy with my cum. After my orgasm she lay on my chest, still
squeezing me with her cunt muscles. I must have fallen asleep because next
thing I knew there was knocking at the door and I was alone. I fucked a 7 year
old Arab girl after that but she didn't come close to the Cuban girl. I never
even got her name. My escort said they weren't allowed to give their names
because they were already 'consigned' and due for transport after the party.
This was like a graduation celebration for them."
Doug jumped in.
"Long story short, Bob told me about the organization and asked me to hire
Shaw's grand daughter at my theater. She was giving him trouble. Typical
spoiled little rich girl shit so her Grandfather wanted her to work and see
what it meant to earn a buck. That's her in the latex outfit. Turns out she's a
good worker and really enjoys the job. Bob told Shaw what I said and when he
learned about my interest in buying Bob's operation he asked if we could meet.
That's why he's here.
I know it's short notice but if I do buy it would you run it for me? We'll
split the profits 50/50. Full partners and I'll make you vice-president of new
projects for all my companies. You're a smart guy and I trust you with my life.
Please say yes. With Shaw's help we can really tap into this world of kid sex.
You'll be rich and have all the preteen pussy in the world. Literally."
What was there to think about? I had been involved with preteen sex all of my
adult life and wasn't going to stop, ever. The fear of prison was overshadowed
by my need to fuck little girls. If this Mr. Gardner Shaw could protect me,
provide me with an endless stream of young cunt, and make me rich, what was
there to think about?
"I guess we're partners, Partner. Let's go meet Mr. Gardner Shaw."
As we approached I got a better view of Tori. She was really built. What I
thought was fat was really muscle. She was just what they used to call "big
boned". The latex body suit outlined the cut of her arms and legs. I thought
she lifted weights but I found out later she was a swimmer and champion diver.
Lots of hours in the pool chiseled her body until she was mostly muscle. Bob
commenced with the introductions.
"Mr. Gardner Shaw, I'd like to introduce Douglas and Guillermo. They are buying
my little operation and hope to continue our business relationship with your
group."
"It's a pleasure gentlemen. I've heard a lot about you two. My grand daughter
has good things to say about you Douglas. She thoroughly enjoys her job at the
theater. She's led a sheltered life surrounded by family and outside of school
didn't have many friends. Her schoolmates are all spoiled snobs and she was
going down that same path until the theater. She never worked before and
thought it would be a drag but really likes the people there. Especially the
patrons. She takes after me I guess. I love watching people. I want to thank
you. And you Guillermo, Tori says you're a big flirt and very handsome. She
likes older men as you can see."
"She has good taste sir. And please call me Guy."
"Alright Guy. I consider myself a good judge of people and I must say that I
like you. The both of you. Nonetheless I had you both checked out. I have
resources unavailable to most people and what I read pleased me. You're an
intelligent, well educated man Guy. I know about your service in Korea and why
you needed to enlist. I also know about your choice of companions there. Don't
feel threatened. I have to know who I'm dealing with. I know Bob has told you
something about me and my organization. After I received the reports I asked
him to brief you both. I liked what he had to say about you Douglas. I'm sorry
about the sad business with your wife. Seems we have that in common. If you
need help I have excellent lawyers that I can place at your disposal."
"That's very generous. Please, my friends call me Doug."
"Guy, I saw that you're in the process of adoption. My people can help with
that. Consider yourself a daddy. Gentlemen, lets not beat around the bush. You
are both pedophiles and my business is child sex. If you buy Bob's business you
will be dealing with my group. If you're not interested in dealing with child-
porn then I suggest you find other shops to buy. If you are then I think we can
do business. As you can see by Tori here I share your taste in pleasures. She's
been my companion since she turned 6 years old."
Then he turned serious.
"I and a like-minded group of people have banded together to turn a profit from
this pleasure. Guy, I am particularly interested in your skill and experience
in Network Design and Engineering. Doug, I've followed the growth of your
businesses and think you can accomplish a lot for us. Our clubs and shops are
mostly in the West. We've established this club and a few shops here on the
East Coast but frankly they've been mismanaged. I'm sure Bob's told you about
his close call. Doug, I'd like you to take charge out here. Fix the current
problems and then expand. It's a business like any other. Just run it like you
run your others and I think we'll both be happy with the results. Guy, most of
our clubs are connected by a nationwide ethernet. It's a secure network but
with the new technologies and spyware available we're worried about security.
You'll be in charge of our network upgrade and work with Doug on the expansion.
We have a few candidates for the position but I believe you'd be the best fit."
Before I could say anything Doug jumped in.
"But sir, you don't even know me. From what I've heard yours is a billion
dollar business. That's too big for me. I was just looking to buy Bob's shops."
"Doug, billion is only a number. Remember, I've checked you out. I know about
your business practices. The extortion, the bribes, the whores. Trust me,
you're ready for this. What about you Guy?"
I was flabbergasted. Like Doug said, a shop was one thing but this was quite
another. I knew nothing about business but that wouldn't be my job. I knew
everything about information systems. I discovered I had a gift for it when I
went to college after Korea. I still took classes to keep current. Revamping
his network and adding to it would be a snap given their resources, meaning
money. The thing that scared me was this group's shady reputation. Mob
connections. So after long thought, about 10 seconds, I gave Mr. Gardner Shaw
my answer.
"Yeah, sure, I'm in."
"Good, I like you guys and think we'll make a good team. I'll send word to you
after I review this with my associates. In the meantime I think I'll have a
little fun. Tori, stay with Guy. I think he wants to fuck you."
This was some cool customer. You could tell he was powerful yet the way he
treated you left you relaxed. I liked him. I could see why Doug was glad he
showed up. As Shaw walked by me he handed me the leash.
"Treat her rough. She likes it that way."
Doug was all smiles. After Shaw was out of earshot,
"I don't think there's anything left to say. I'll get my lawyers working on the
sale and Bob you should be on your way to Utah by next week."
"Thanks Doug. I think you'll be happy working with Mr. Shaw. And be sure to
call him that. He's friendly but likes to keep things a little formal. He gave
Guy his granddaughter so that's a good sign. He's got a ten year old
granddaughter that's a knockout. He doesn't share her......yet."
"I guess he wasn't kidding about his 'pleasures'".
"That's not all. Bob says he fucks his daughter too. She's only 28 years old so
she's got plenty of breeding years left. He's the father of all his grand kids.
Tori is 14 and and the oldest girl. Fourteen is his cut-off point from what I
hear. She'll be knocked up soon too. He's got 8 grand kids. Five girls and
three boys. Two of the boys are in military boarding schools and the third
started at West Point this year. He fucks all his young girls. Shaw gives them
to his grandsons when they come home on holidays. Tori's been their whore since
her 10th birthday party. They'll be Mr. Shaw's breeding stock. When Tori's
future daughters turn 6 he'll start fucking them and it begins again."
I turned and looked at Tori. Her eyes were tearing up as she nodded her head.
She knew she'd be pregnant soon and that diver's body would be ruined. Nothing
I could do about that so I figured I'd better enjoy her now. Right now. I
pulled her to the nearest futon and pushed her down. I spread her legs to see
her perfectly hairless cunt through the hole in her bodysuit. She was older
than I liked but how could I refuse Mr. Shaw? Besides, I'd never fucked a
rubber encased girl before. I reached under my toga robe and gave my cock a few
strokes before plunging my cock inside Tori.
She was kind of dry and I could tell it hurt her by the muffled cry sneaking
past her gag. The rubber chafed me and I didn't like the feeling so I pulled
out and flipped her on all four. Her asshole was tempting but by this time her
cunt was already nice and wet so I went back in. This time the rubber worked
great. She wasn't slipping and sliding around the mattress and my hands had a
good grip on her waist. I was pounding her hard. Sometimes the suit would
squeak. Not a turn-on for me but as I looked around I could see men drooling at
the opportunity to fuck her after I was done. Rubber fetishes I presumed. I
have to say that her cunt was a little disappointing. Kind of loose. OK while
she was dry but after she got juicy I couldn't feel her. Mr. Shaw must pack big
meat to have stretched her out this much. Pity, she did have a pretty looking
cunt. Puffy lips and a nice pink clit. I was getting frustrated and decided to
cum in her mouth instead. Again I pulled out.
Grabbing her by her hair I yanked her up on her knees. Not bothering to undo it
I yanked the ball gag from her mouth and let it hang around her neck. Her mouth
was full of saliva that just poured when the gag was removed. With her mouth
opened wide I spotted a rod piercing her tongue. Seen plenty of women with
pierced tongues but since I mostly fucked little girls I had never felt what
they did to a cock. Well let me tell you. This girl could suck cock. I thought
she was going to inhale the damned thing. And that stud in her tongue was
rubbing the length of my cock, pressing hard on the shaft to the point of
hurting but if she got it under the head I could hear the angels sing. I loved
it. A few times like that and I filled her mouth with cum. The orgasm shook me.
I warned her not to swallow it. She was to keep it in her mouth to mix with her
saliva and when she sucked her next cock she was to dribble it all over him. If
he kissed her I wanted her to fill his mouth with my cum. Why? Don't know. It
just popped into my head.
I composed myself and looked around the room for my next snack. I liked the
look of that Grace but at 21 she was an old lady to me. Sure, I could see the
beauty and sexiness but my cock was blind to it. I needed that Japanese
schoolgirl. Unfortunately she was busy. She was bouncing on one man's cock and
sucking another's. The other teens were being fucked, one in the ass by a black
gentleman sporting at least 10 inches, and another was blowing two guys at the
same time. Everyone was busy. A couple of the pros doing each other waiting for
a cock to free up but as gorgeous as they were I wanted a little girl. I was
about to head upstairs to fuck Krista when I literally bumped into 4 preteens
just arriving. Three white girls and one black. Two of the white girls looked
about 8 years old, the third 10.
The black girl was probably 12. I looked for their "owners" but they were
alone. All 4 were wearing school uniforms. Green plaid skirts with pleats.
Matching vests with a white blouse and a solid green men's style tie. One 8
year old had on green tights and brown oxfords. The other one wore green
kneesocks with black Reebocks. The 10 year old had green bobby socks with
classic white & black saddle shoes. The black 12 year old was the most stylish.
She wore white Japanese style "loose socks" and black penny loafers. All had
their hair in ponytails. I waited for someone to claim them. Maybe he stopped
at the bar. Then I caught Mr. Shaw by the bar having a drink and getting his
cock sucked by Grace. He lifted his glass at me and said, "ENJOY". Seeing that
there were no girls young enough for men like us I guessed he made a call to
his people and had some delivered. I walked over to thank him.
"Do anything you like to them. Fuck, torture, spank, choke, whatever you fancy.
They have no family. No one is looking for them and they have nowhere to go to
for help. The younger ones are virgins but not pretty enough to bring top
dollar at the auctions. They are virgin to cock but fully trained by their
mistresses. You'll learn about them later if you decide to join our
organization. I generally give them to staff as a reward for a job well done.
In your cases consider them an enticement. Try not to damage them too much
though. They are still valuable property. Besides they have to go back to
school tomorrow and we can't have the school's Mistresses seeing bite marks and
cigarette burns now can we?"
"Now that you mention it I've been looking for a school for my daughter. I met
someone from the 'Fitzwalter Academy For Girls'. A Miss Sherwood."
"Marion Sherwood? Say no more. I'm on their Board of Trustees. Technically she
works for me. Naturally all the organization's girls in the New York area are
accepted to the school free of charge. And not to the the 'Trade School' where
unfortunates like these girls reside. Our children attend the 'Fitzwalter
Academy's Elite School'. They are prepared for acceptance to some of the finest
colleges and universities, which we incidentally, have "ties" with. The boys go
to another equally prestigious school. Your daughter's sexual education will be
customized to your specifications. She can graduate a courtesan, a whore, or
anywhere in between, it's up to you. We count two Senator's daughters among our
alumni. There are daughters and grand-daughters of corporate heads and family
fortunes. We currently have three daughters belonging to an oil sheik. The very
young companion, with her child, of a noted religious leader (his daughter and
grand-daughter), and one foreign Premier's teen wife. There are also a few of
the city's best Madams on that list. Your daughter will be the recipient of a
great education and a sparkling future".
Working with Gardner Shaw would be very interesting and had its perks. I could
see this was going to be a lasting relationship. No mention of money but I
guessed that a man of Mr. Shaw's position didn't deal in salaries. I'm sure it
would be generous. At least Krista's education was ensured. The sexual training
intrigued me. I'm sure they had advisors to help me chart her course of
training but I was curious. How much more was there to fucking that I couldn't
teach it to her? What was I missing?
"Enough of serious talk. Go, pick a little cunt and enjoy yourselves. We'll
talk more another time."
He was so right. I'm a sucker for stockings so I took the little 8 year old
with the tights and led her to an empty futon. Catching a waiter's attention I
ordered us some drinks. A Seven & 7 for me and a weak Rum & Coke for my friend.
While we waited for them I sat her down and started asking her questions. It
was hard to hear her over the loud thumping dance music playing. The atmosphere
Doug had created wasn't conducive to conversation but I really wanted to learn
about Shaw's operation from them.
"So what's your name?"
"I'm not supposed to say my real name but you can call me Mary."
"That's OK, Mary's a nice name. So how old are you Mary? Where are you from?"
"I'm eight and I was born in Chicago."
"That's a long way from here. Is your family still there?"
"I don't have no family anymore. I don't remember my mother. I used to live
with my grandmother and she was nice and loved me but she died so I had to go
to the foster home but I didn't stay there too long, the school people took me
out. I live at the school now."
"Tell me about your school. I've never talked to a girl that lived at her
school. What grade are you in?"
"I'm in the 2nd grade. It's really nice there. I share a really pretty room
with another girl but I have my own bed. It's really 4 bedrooms and a living
room together. We share a Play Station and a flat screen TV with cable. We have
a really big bathroom and shower that 8 girls share. At first I didn't like
being naked with strange girls but since they didn't care about it I guessed it
was OK. We wash each other and there are super soaker water guns to play with.
I never knew taking a bath could be fun. Sometimes we play too much and our
Mistress has to tell us to hurry up."
"What's a Mistress?"
"She's a lady that takes care of our hallway. She takes us to the dining room
to eat, she takes us to classes, tells us when to do our chores, solves
arguments, inspects our rooms, she helps us in a lot of ways."
"Does she live there too?"
"Sometimes. We have 2 Mistresses in our hallway. They take turns living there.
Mistresses have really big beds so girls can sleep with them in their room if
they have things to talk about. Not me, but my roommate does sometimes. She has
bad dreams she needs to talk about."
Looks like the mistresses have their perks too.
"I see you're wearing a school uniform but I don't see the school's name. Are
these really uniforms or just costumes?"
"Oh no, they're real. At school we wear badges on our vests and pins on our
berets with the name but our Mistress took them off so we wouldn't lose them at
this party."
"Well, what's your schools name?"
"I'm not supposed to say. It's a special school for girls only. Most of us
don't have any family anymore. The school is secret to protect us from people
that want to hurt us."
"Who would want to hurt you?"
"Child molester daddies that want to do sex with their kids. The government."
"The government?"
"Yeah, they put me in that foster home didn't they? They don't want poor kids
to live in nice places like the school. They want us to only live with poor
people. The poor people don't like the government putting us in their homes so
they act mean to us."
Obviously the school paints a dire world picture to bond them to the school.
Our drinks arrive and she gulps hers down. I order her another. She's sitting
cross legged on the mattress but I couldn't see up her skirt. Her knees were
splayed open and I could just imagine her cunt lips split apart, her moist
parts glistening with honeydew. Mary's pussy was hidden, waiting for me and it
was unbelievably exciting. Her refill arrived and she gulped that one down too.
She leaned back on her elbows, looking very relaxed and sexy.
"I never thought of that. You said that most of the girls don't have families.
What about the girls that do have families?"
"Lots of girls' parents send them there because it's a really good school.
Mostly rich parents. They want their girls to learn things they don't teach in
the public schools because the government doesn't want them to know."
Yet more to reinforce their distrust of outside authority and instill loyalty
to the school. The way she's spitting this out is a testament to the school's
methods.
"The rich girls have different classes and live in different rooms. We only see
them in the auditorium when the Headmaster talks to all of us. They're real
snotty. They don't even look at us. They're called 'The Elites'. We hate them."
"How do you know they're rich?"
"Because they wear jewelry and make-up. Their uniforms are blue and they wear
expensive shoes. Some girls from here have to go to their part of the building
and clean the rich girl rooms. They say that they don't have roommates and
don't share bathrooms. They have big beds and their own TVs. They even have
computers."
"They sound like spoiled brats to me. I like girls like you better. Tell me
about your roommate. Is she alone like you?"
"I think so. My roommate comes from Colombia but I don't know where that is.
She speaks spanish but she knows english too. Her family was shot by soldiers.
She's been at the school since she was 4 years old. But we're not alone. Like
they tell us at the school, we're all sisters and the Mistresses and teachers
are like our mothers and aunties. They love us and protect us."
"Oh that's nice. I'm glad they take good care of you girls. Are all the
teachers women?"
"No. There are some men teachers but they teach the 4th, 5th, and 6th grades."
So the men teach the 10, 11, and 12 year olds. I can just imagine what kind of
schooling they receive.
"What about the 7th graders and higher? Are they in another part of the
building?"
"There aren't any. Our school only goes to the 6th grade. The older girls go to
another school in another building."
What other building? That's probably a cover story. The older girls are most
likely being sexually trained right in that same building and then trafficked.
"Are there kindergardeners and preschool kids?"
"Yeah but we don't see them much. They live in a different building."
Yeah, right. So only preteens and younger huh? This gets better and better.
This chit - chat is taking too long. I'm desperate to fuck this sweet angel but
I'm getting great info.
"What about the food? Do you like it. I used to eat lunch at my school and it
wasn't too good."
"The food is so good. All of it's really healthy so our bodies get strong. My
favorite is breakfast cause we get to eat waffles but you can get anything you
want. For lunch we get a big salad. It's OK but I wish we could have Pizza. For
dinner we get all kinds of stuff. I like most of it. It's way better than at
the foster home."
"What was that like?"
"Terrible. I hated it. I was always hungry and the food was bad. The foster
people were mean. She screamed a lot and he was always drinking medicine."
Medicine my ass. The guy was probably a drunk.
"The other kids used to hit me. I used to have to sleep with another girl in
the same bed. Sometimes the foster man would come into bed with us. The other
girl was older than me, like 12 years old, and he would get on top of her. He
was always smelly like sweat and medicine. He would make sex with her and reach
over to touch me. Once he pushed his finger in my pooper when I was asleep but
mostly I would get out of bed and run to the bathroom. He said he'd do me in a
few years but I didn't know what he was talking about. I didn't know until I
came to the school. I was only at the foster house a few days before the school
people took me."
"Well I'm glad they did. That foster home sounded terrible. What do they teach
you at the school?"
"We learn regular things like math and reading like in my old school but we
learn new things too. Sex things. We watch movies and read books with men and
little girls in them. That's when I learned that the foster man was doing sex
with that foster girl. It's called fucking."
She whispered when she said that, like she was embarrassed to say it too loud.
"Nana used to say that was wrong for girls to have sex and that grown-ups were
hurting kids if they touched them in their privates but I think she was wrong."
"Really? Why?"
"Because at school the teachers are so nice. They never hit us or yell. And
when they touch us it's soft and nice. And in the movies and books everybody is
having a good time. Sometimes the girls make noises and cry but they're only
acting. The teachers teach us how to kiss too. First we kiss the teachers and
then we practice on our classmates. We touch our tongues together. I didn't
know people did that but the teachers say that's the way grown-ups kiss. And
they tickle us and touch us in our privates but it doesn't hurt like Nana said.
It feels good."
"Sounds like a great school. You must be one of the best students to have been
picked for this party. Have you ever had sex with a boy before?"
"Not with boys. The sex teachers play-fuck us with fake cocks and with their
fingers. They say it's so it doesn't hurt us when we do it for real. I kinda
like it."
"Have you ever been to a party like this? A sex party?"
"No. Mistress Sherwood woke us up and told us to put on our uniforms but
without the school badges or the beret hat. She said she picked us special.
Mistress Sherwood said that the school president asked for us to go to a
friend's house and that we had to behave and do anything you tell us to do."
"Who's Mistress Sherwood? Is she in charge of your hall?"
"No, she's the Headmistress of the whole school."
The drinks were having the desired affect. "Mary" was loosening up and talking
a little too freely. I got some great stuff from her but the big reveal was the
name Sherwood. That was the name of the woman Krista had attracted on the
subway the day of our shopping spree. Was that a coincidence or was it
something else? Did Shaw have her follow me that day? Bob did say Shaw was
retired CIA. Miss Sherwood worked for him. She had to have reported the subway
incident. Was Krista the reason he took such a liking to me? It was apparent to
me that Shaw's operation controlled The Fitzwalter Academy. He was proud of his
involvement with the school and talked about it freely. With good reason.
During my hunt for a school for Krista I discovered what a prestigious school
it was. Most likely it was the Elite girls that earned that reputation though
unless the Trade School girls earned point for fucking.
His involvement with the child sex world was another story. If he hadn't
revealed it to us no one would ever suspected. I didn't know it at the time but
Gardner Shaw was an entrepreneur and humanitarian. He sat on the boards of
Fortune 500 corporations and charitable organizations, a few which he founded
himself. From our short talk I got the impression he considered the child trade
just another business. Would they use Krista like they're using these girls if
I enroll her at Fitzwalter? Obviously it was his source of preteen girls.
I had to tell Doug about this but first there was the matter of Mary. The
little fuck toy stretched her legs and spread them wide. It was the rum & cokes
that relaxed her and thanks to the cocktails I was able to see that her tights
were crotchless and that she wore no underwear. I saw no reason for foreplay or
gentleness. Shaw made it clear what they were there for. My only concern was
being watched by the others. I hadn't fucked a preteen in a group setting since
I left Korea but as I looked around I saw the other 3 girls being enjoyed by
Doug and some others. There were other guests watching and loving what they
saw. No one seemed shocked at all. I guess I worry too much.
I looked back at Mary and she looked so young and innocent. Fresh as a spring
day. My "little head" took control. I pushed her back onto the mattress so hard
her head bounced. I ran my hands up her legs until I reached her uncovered
cunt. Gripping her knees I spread them wide. I opened my short toga robe and,
cock in hand, I positioned it on her cunt and rammed it home. Poor Mary was not
prepared her for this. I had barely entered her when she started yapping.
"Ow ow ow. Stop please. Wait mister. Don't hurt me. I'm just a little girl."
"Shut the fuck up. No one cares, least of all me. What the hell do you think
all that shit you've been learning was for? You're purpose in life is to
service men. Suck cock, get fucked, and obey."
I pushed deeper and soon felt her hymen. Though it had been stretched my fat
cock wouldn't fit through. Normally I would pull back and jab it quickly so the
girl only felt a quick sharp pain. Maybe it was the power of my imagined future
with Shaw's group that made me want to do things differently. Meaner, more
hurtful. I think it was because she had said "I kinda like it" that made me
want to hurt her. I began to press my cock against Mary's hymen slowly,
deliberately, so the pain was prolonged. After a while I could feel the
resistance fade. Her hymen was tearing, ripping under the pressure. Mary was
wailing from the pain. It took barely a minute but to her it must have felt
like an hour. Finally the tiny barrier of flesh tore completely and I entered
her cunt.
My cock was about half way in her now and the tears started to flow. I love
when they cry. Mary's pussy was tight as hell. Without foreplay she hadn't had
time to juice up so her cunt was dry. It added even more pain to mix but it
felt good to me. She kept crying and screaming the whole time. My cock was
sawing in and out of her to the beat of the techno dance music that was
playing. Music to rape little girls by.
Mary's cunt is getting all wet and sloppy now and it feels great. Her kicking
and struggling makes it better. Her resistance caused her cunt muscles to
strangle my cock with every stroke. She was punching and kicking and screaming.
First time I ever had any real resistance from a preteen. First time I actually
took a girl against her will. Most of the cunts in Korea, though underaged,
were professionals. The American girls before them were willing. Mary didn't
know why she was here and why I was hurting her. Kinda stupid of her if you ask
me.
Better for me because all this fight just excited me all the more and made me
fuck her harder. Our groins were slapping loudly enough to be heard over the
music and added with her screaming we were attracting a crowd. I felt Mary lift
her legs high giving me a clear shot at her pussy. I thought she must have been
getting into it until I noticed someone standing next to me. Turning my head I
could see a man holding her left foot. Another man was doing the same with her
right. Without her legs flaying about I had easier access to her cunt. Now I
started pounding even harder.
"Can I have her next? I've never fucked one this young before."
"Sure man. Just let me pop my load OK?"
"Right."
"You guys spread her legs wide now."
They pulled her legs so wide I thought she was going to snap like a wishbone on
Thanksgiving. Lord was this girl tight. Tighter than Krista. I was pounding
balls deep into this kid bottoming against her cervix, probably penetrating it.
Mary's eyes were crazed. Not only was she being fucked by me but these people
were helping. Two more guys grabbed her arms. Man, I'd never been harder. This
wasn't a fantasy or role playing like with Krista. We were really raping this 8
year old child.
Oh come on. Like you've never thought about it? How many times have you seen a
girl on the street or in a store or on the subway and said to yourself, "man, I
would love to fuck that little girl". You would undress her in your mind. Her
skirt would become invisible and all you'd see was the gentle curve of her
panty covered ass. Her tank top clinging to her flat boy-like chest. But of
course that's as far as it would go. Only a daydream, a fantasy. Yet here in
this new world opened to me by Gardner Shaw I could indulge myself. I could
just pick a girl and fuck her without consequences to me.
That's when I came. My legs shivered. My heart pounded. I started to yell. And
my cock exploded. Even after I was done spraying inside her womb I couldn't
stop thrusting in and out of her cunt. I didn't want this to end but the crowd
started applauding and it brought me back to my senses.
Without a word to Mary I got up on my knees and my cock slipped out of her fuck
hole followed by a dribble of cum. I looked down at her. Half naked though I
hadn't undressed her. Just the action of my fucking pulled her vest and blouse
up so I could see her belly and nipples. Her skirt was bunched up over her
hips.
Mary's pussy was red both from the friction of my cock and the blood from her
torn hymen. I guess the mistresses used small dildos on their girls so not to
tear the hymen, just stretch it. My cock did the rest. Her hair was a tangled
mess and her face was stained with tears. She was still crying when I took her
skirt and used it to wipe my cock clean. I then got up, and walked away in a
fog.
I wasn't sure how I should feel about what I had just done. My first impression
was satisfaction. But shouldn't I have felt guilt? I just raped an innocent
little girl. I waited for it to come over me but it didn't. Maybe recognizing
that I should feel guilty was as much as I could feel. I didn't feel bad about
what I had done, I only felt bad that I didn't feel bad. Understand?