Author: Dayvid Notellin ([email protected])
Title: A Proper Little Slut
Part: Part 1
Summary: Not all little girls are
innocent, not even the ones who appear to be perfectly behaved little ladies.
Keywords: Mg (9)
Date: 07/07/2016
Originally Posted At:
https://www.reddit.com/r/Ageplaystories/�
He didn't even realize he was doing it. At
least, not until she moved, causing his own eyes to move, and he realized she
was looking at him - straight at him. That was when he realized that
he'd been staring straight at the little girl's panties for... well far longer
than he should have been, that was sure! Ten seconds? Twenty?
His face flushed with embarrassment, all the
more so when he saw that hers didn't. If anything, hers seemed pleased.
As if she'd accomplished a goal. And perhaps she had. The skirt was really
pretty small for so young a girl, though he knew they were wearing them short
these days. Still, she couldn't have been more than what, eight? Nine perhaps?
And she sure has hell shouldn't have had the fabric of her panties
tucked so deeply between what must have been quite puffy labia! That was what
had really caught his eye. He'd always been a sucker for cameltoes - pun
notwithstanding, and when the little girl had plopped down into one of the
chairs in the waiting area, her legs splaying wide, she'd shot him a view his
eyes had shot to automatically.
The reason for her moving became apparent as
she got up, grabbing her bag, and heading for the boarding gate. The chime had
sounded, and now the announcer was telling them to begin boarding. Clark
grabbed his own carry-on - a satchel filled mostly with papers and his tablet,
and made his way to the crowd as his hand sought out the ticket in the side
pocket.
He was tired - exhausted really. The
week-long seminar had taken its toll. He was really too old for this sort of
thing. Even at forty he'd been able to party and whore with the younger crowd,
but it seemed like once he'd hit fifty, he'd lost interest. Not so much in the
girls - they were always young, attractive, and willing to do some really
interesting things - but the partying no longer appealed, and really, to get
seminar groupies, you had to do the seminar parties. So in recent years, he'd
generally satisfied himself with calling an "escort" to his room for
some good - and less rowdy - exercise on a more intimate level.
This time though, the last few days of his
schedule hadn't really allowed, and he could feel himself growing restless for
some sex. He was looking forward to getting home to that cute little intern
Emily, who had some sort of "Boss Crush" on him. She was only
seventeen - far, far too young for him. But as long as she was willing
to give it out, he sure as hell wasn't going to turn it down!
After getting his ticket scanned by the
conductor, he made his way to his cabin. It'd cost far too much. Every year the
rates went up and it seemed like the cabins got harder to find. But he'd
managed to get a single-solo this time, and was looking forward to a good meal
followed by several hours of uninterrupted sleep. He wasn't so much physically
exhausted as emotionally. It'd been a harried trip so far, and the
seminar hadn't gone according to plan. They never did, but this time had been
particularly bad, and he'd had a ton of stress. As he opened his cabin door, he
felt eyes on him, and saw down at the end of the car, the same little girl he'd
locked eyes with in the waiting area. He stumbled hurriedly into his cabin.
After the train had got up to speed and the
utilities were available, he spent a productive time washing up. It was
refreshing, and he felt more human as he made his way to the dining car. This
particular line, though modern, had some old-fashioned ideas about their trains,
and still had dining at tables available - to those who could afford it. The
rest generally ate at the counter or in their seats or cabins. Clark took an
empty booth and was tucking into a wonderful veggie lasagna. Part of the reason
he liked this line was the cooking.
He was almost finished when the same little
girl slid into the seat across from him. "I'm Julie," she said as if
he'd asked.
Clark frowned. It was bad enough she'd caught
him staring at - well, where he shouldn't have been staring. But now apparently
she thought that had made them friends somehow. It wasn't that he didn't like
kids, it was just that he didn't really like them much. They were
typically loud, rude, and far too energetic. Still, common courtesy pretty much
dictated that when one met someone on a train, one was as pleasant to them as
one could manage.
"Clark," he said gruffly.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Clark," she
said politely, extending her hand. It surprised him both because the tone was
so polite and cultured, but more because her hand wasn't angled for shaking.
She expected him to kiss it - or he was grossly mistaken. He took her
fingers between his fingers and thumb, and as expected, she didn't even flinch
as he brought it to his lips. He was surprised to find that she smelled of
lightly-scented soap - she'd clearly washed up before dinner, unlike most
people did these days, and his estimation of her went up a notch. She
apparently wasn't one of "the great unwashed", in either the literal
or figurative sense. His smile was actually sincere as he released her hand,
and he was again surprised to see that hers was both sincere and calmly
accepting of the kiss just above her knuckles, as if it happened to her every
day.
He released her hand, and she spoke again,
her voice calm, measured, and yet still bright and fresh with her youth.
"I'm terribly sorry to intrude, but I was hoping you could help me
out," she said. It sounded like something out of an old movie.
"Sounds like something out of an old
movie," he accused.
It elicited a merry laugh, almost a giggle,
that brought a smile to his own lips. "Busted!" she said. Then in a
lower voice, "But you seemed like such a gentleman that I didn't want to
come across as some dumb kid." She had a conspiratorial look to her eyes,
like they had some sort of shared secret. It was probably some silly kid-game,
he figured, but she was a charming little thing.
Her eyes were huge and deep golden-brown,
high-quality caramel while it's still in the hot, liquid phase. Her hair was a
deeper brown, though with highlights of a similar deep golden-brown tone, and
not curled, but more curly than wavy. It covered her shoulders in a beautiful
mane and fell half-way down her back. Straight, it probably reached the vee of
her behind.
Her face was too pink to be called tan, but
too tanned to be called pale, with a brief scattering of freckles which were
already fading. By the time she hit mid-teens, they'd likely be gone. Pity,
he thought. They added something to her appearance which while pretty enough,
was otherwise fairly standard in terms of what "pretty" meant. She
still had a bit of childhood roundness, and it was clear that she'd end up with
laugh-lines early in life - her demeanor was far too happy for it to be
otherwise.
Naturally she had nothing to speak of in the
way of curves yet, though when he'd seen her walking ahead of him in the
station, he saw enough to know that under that little skirt was a very
nicely-rounded behind - not big, like the kids liked them these days - but round.
Her legs were nice enough as well, for a kid, and her posture was far better
than most girls. She must go to an excellent school. Or perhaps she was a model
or something. At any rate, she carried herself well, which did wonderful things
for her appearance. Even though he knew she couldn't have anything under her
top to speak of, her bearing made it seem as if she might.
The outfit likewise spoke of culture and
class. It was simple linen for the most part, snow-white and with only enough
embellishment to actually embellish, without overpowering. The skirt was
some sort of blend, a dark beige that went well with her hair and eyes, and
light enough to flow, even though it was short enough to reveal - as he'd
discovered at the station. The thigh-high white socks and tan Mary-Janes
completed the ensemble, making the whole greater than the sum of its parts. The
only jewelry was a gold chain which fell into the opening in her top, hiding
whatever the pendant was, and a pair of gold studs in her ears. All-in-all, she
was very pretty, as well as damned cute, though in a somewhat subdued manner.
"So what am I rescuing you from,"
he asked, his tour of her form and fashion complete. "Highwaymen? Some
sort of dragon? A plague of locust?"
"I wish!" she rolled her
eyes. "Try utter and complete boredom! My parents are schmoozing - daddy
is hoping for a promotion - and they expect me to completely disappear after
making a good first impression." She took a sip of his untouched water and
Clark noticed for the first time that she was wearing lipstick. It was so
subtle and well-matched, that he hadn't realized it until he saw it on the rim
of the glass.
Clark's patience had suddenly run its course.
He was not about to stick around an entertain a child, no matter how
charming she might be. He'd nearly finished his supper, and was looking forward
to that nap, though at the moment he didn't feel the least bit tired. "I'm
very sorry Julie," he said, managing to keep the irritation from his
voice, "but I won't be staying long. Now that I've finished," he
tossed his napkin on his plate indicating he was done, "I'll be returning
to my cabin for a much-earned rest. Now if you'll excuse me..."
He was starting to slide out of the booth
when he felt her foot on his leg, stopping him more in surprise than anything
else. She leaned forward and whispered, "Did you like the view in the bus
station?"
Suddenly he got it. She was going to blackmail
him into keeping her entertained! Why, of all the low-down, sneaky,
underhanded... he could feel his face reddening, more in anger than
embarrassment.
But she'd read him well, and spoke again
before he could attack. "Don't worry Mr. Clark," she said mildly,
"I'm not going to make any fuss. I just wanted to know if you enjoyed
looking at my panties as much as I enjoyed showing them to you. Was the fabric
tucked deeply enough? It was hard to tell by touch, but you seemed to think it
interesting enough to keep looking."
"I... er... uh..." he said,
fumbling, caught completely off-guard by her admission of setting him up that
way, as well as her claim to enjoy showing him. "I guess," he
finally got out, "it was fine. I mean, not that I..."
Her smile lit up her face, and the foot on
his calf slid upward. "Oh good, so you did like looking between my
legs! I tell you, if the chime hadn't sounded, I'd have given you a lot more
to look at!" In an even lower voice, she added, "It makes me really
horny when men look at my naughty bits - or when I look at theirs!"
Clark was beside himself. How the hell
was he supposed to respond to that? He tried to think, but that attempt was cut
off by the feel of her foot on his crotch, where he could feel his manhood
swelling at an alarming rate. Apparently she'd slipped her shoe off, as she was
lightly kneading him and, he though, "feeling him up" with her toes!
Like a deer, Clark fled. He went from the
table to his cabin door with no recollection whatsoever of having traversed the
distance. He didn't think he'd run the distance, but the way his heart
was pounding as he leaned against the cabin door, closed behind him, it wasn't
impossible. After a moment to calm himself, he shook his head. Was he having
some sort of hallucination? Thinks like that didn't happen in real life! Or
maybe she was having some sport with him - probably laughing her arse off back
in the dining car. Yes, that was probably it. She'd seen him looking at the
station and really was bored by her parents' inattention. So she'd
availed herself of a ready target for some entertainment.
Well he'd brought it on himself, he thought
after the searing heat of anger had dissipated. He shouldn't have been looking
at the gusset of a preteen in the first place! By the time he'd washed his face
and brushed his teeth, his hands had stopped shaking and the pounding of his
heart had subsided.
But what hadn't subsided was his
painfully-hard erection. Truly, it had been too long since he'd been
laid, if that tiny bit of stimulation had so aroused him! He couldn't recall
that last time a little footsy-under-the-table had increased his heart rate!
He still needed the nap though, so he folded
down the bed and stripped down to his underwear, smiling at the reflection in
the mirror. His erection looked huge the way it was sticking his
underwear out! Laying down in the bed, he reached for his tablet, dimmed the
lights, and turned it on. A little porn was always nice, though he didn't think
he'd need it.
None of his usual porn sites were appealing
to him tonight though, which irritated him. He started four videos in
succession, lightly stroking himself as each started, but none appealed. The
fifth had just finished buffering when the door to his cabin clicked open - in
his confusion and haste, he'd forgotten to lock it!
Julie slipped in, closing the door quickly
behind her, and he barely got the blanket to cover himself before she turned
around. Her eyes were bright with mischievous excitement as she giggled.
"Made it without anyone seeing me!" Seeing the look of shock and fear
on his face, she calmed down and tried to calm him too.
"Oh, stop fretting, Clark! I'm here for
you, honest!" She began to undo the buttons on her top as if it were the
most normal, natural thing in the world to be doing while standing in an
adult's cabin on a train while he tried to hide his erection.
"What?" he asked, quickly replacing
it with, "How?" followed briefly by "Why?"
She grinned at him. "Slow down
old-timer. One question at a time." The top came off, exposing her braless
bare chest to him. As he'd expected, there was little enough there in the
breast department, but like all men since time began, his eyes automatically
locked on her nipples, which seemed to him to be large, ripe, and tightening
even as he watched. "What - That's easy. I want to make love with you. How
- I'm pretty sure you know how. And Why? That's easiest of all. You're a nice
guy. I could tell that immediately by the way you blushed when I caught you
looking. You're clean, smell nice, and have been very nice to me even after I
interrupted your dinner for no good reason. I think you'll make a great lover.
I'm sure you'll keep my secret. And I know your cock is large and
hard for me." With one swift motion, she slid her skirt down onto the
floor, and stood before him in nothing but panties - still tucked into the
crease to exaggerate her cameltoe, her socks and shoes.
Despite years of conditioning, Clark's basic
nature was asserting itself. A lovely young lady was standing before him, offering
herself to him, and his libido was all in favor of taking her up on the offer.
His cock sent shocks down his spin with every slight movement of the blanket
against it, and he couldn't have torn his eyes off her with a jackhammer. Then
she dropped the bomb.
"Don't you think I'm pretty?" she
said, her eyes full of sadness at his implied rejection. Of course, he hadn't
rejected her - yet - and it was unlikely she could actually bring the tears her
expression indicated to bear, but the male conditioning runs deep, and he
couldn't help but reply immediately, "Of course I think you're pretty -
hell, you're beautiful!"
Her face lit up, and he realized how he'd
been played. Clearly this little girl knew enough how to manipulate him! One of
his married-with-children friends had once told him that his daughter had been born
with the knowledge of how to wrap daddy around her finger. Clark was getting a
taste of that now, and wondered if all girls are born with that
knowledge.
It was too late to do anything about it
though. Julie had already hopped up onto the bed, jostling the blanked against
his pecker enough to make him shiver with pleasure, and was quickly divesting
herself of shoes and socks. In a few seconds she turned to him, flipped over,
and crawled to him on hands and knees wearing nothing but her panties.
"Don't worry Clark," she said in a voice that should have belonged to
a much older woman. "I'll be gentle," she grinned, then, reaching
him, pressed her lips to his.
The sensation was like an avalanche. Her lips
were soft, warm, and opened immediately, her tongue slipping into his mouth
before he could even think, and then it was too late - his own tongue responded
and he was lost in the deep, sweet, and very, very adult kiss. Her mouth
was fresh, warm, liquid, and much smaller than he expected. When he realized
that, it drove home the realization that he was tongue-kissing a child,
and it was an odd sensation to realize that it didn't matter. Or rather,
it mattered - but in the exact opposite way it should matter. Instead of
being turned off by the fact, instead it seemed enormously stimulating!
Somehow he'd gone from sitting up to laying
down with this sexy little girl atop him. Clark had always had a particular
fondness for the woman-superior position, and his hands automatically moved up
to caress her, once again finding the smallness of her body to be
exciting rather than the opposite. Her skin was smooth, her body lacking the curves
that would be there later to soften the bones beneath. He could feel the
muscles of her tummy, the ribs of her chest, and the rock-hard nipples with
little behind them. His hands ran down her back, feeling the muscles, the
dimples above her behind, and that exquisitely rounded and quite firm behind.
Gliding over her panties, he continued his exploration, finding her calf-like
legs, sans the rounder musculature of maturity, also exciting, and when he
touched her feet, she jerked and giggled like a ticklish little girl - because
she was one. Granted, many grown women have ticklish feet too, but their
reaction isn't nearly as sharp - she almost bit his tongue!
For her part, Julie was busy getting the
sheets and blanket out of the way. She wanted to be pressed against
Clark, and soon she was. With practiced motion, she positioned herself so that
her cameltoe pressed down on his shaft, and pressed his cock firmly against his
tummy. Then, as she continued to kiss him, she grinded on him gently, the
warmth and dampness within her panties transmitting though the fabric to his
cock, sending the clear message of her arousal, leaving no doubt whatsoever of
her desire and intention.
"God, but you're a sexy little...
thing," Clark said as their lips finally parted.
"Slut," she corrected. "You
meant to say it, so say it." She shrugged, then dipped her head, shaking
her hair down on his chest to tickle him then flipping it back. "It's true
too. I am! And I'm proud of it! Don't be a fraidy-cat Clark, we're in
bed together. Treat me like a woman!"
It was all the permission he needed. She
gasped with pleasure as he grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her head back, and
attacked her chest with his mouth. Clark quickly found out that while she might
not have much actual mass there, the nerve endings were there in plenty,
and she was soon gasping and panting at his licking, sucking, and biting her
nipples and the surrounding tiny mounds.
He could feel the warm wetness seeping
through her panties to soak his cock, and suddenly he had to sample her.
Flipping her over onto her back like a little girl - because she was one, he
knelt between her small, thin legs, and whipped her panties off. An instant
later he was lifting and parting her legs and shoving his nose deeply into her cleft.
She was so smooth! And she smelled delicious - and tasted even better.
She didn't resist at all, moving with him as he thrust his tongue deep
into her encountering no resistance other than that caused by the narrowness of
the passage. But the quantity of juice made it easy to push in, and her body
adapted quickly, stretching to accommodate his eager, thrusting tongue.
To his amazement, the little girl's juices
increased, and in a remarkably short time, she was mounting the final rise to
her first climax. Clark was good at this sort of thing, but he'd never
seen a girl cum so easily, and it was invigorating! He increased his tonguing
of her cunny, not even focusing on her clit, and marveled at how her body
quaked and shook as her pussy milked his tongue, coating it again and again
with her sweet nectar!
Her second climax followed the first even
quicker, and though not quite as intense, led into a third and fourth almost
before the prior ones had subsided. It buzzed in his brain, this child was
multi-orgasmic! He'd heard of such things before, but he'd never actually
seen it - at least not to this degree.
After several more - it was hard to say how
many as they flowed one-into-another, she pushed his head away. He looked down
at her, his face shiny with her juices, as she panted at him, grinning hugely.
"Wow Mr. Clark, you eat pussy like a champion!"
"Julie dear," he said with complete
sincerity, "I have to tell you, I have never had a finer meal than
this exquisite - and quite beautiful - pussy of yours!" It was true too.
Now that he took a moment to look her pussy was a work of art, pure and simple.
He could have gazed at it for hours, save for the fact that Julie had other
plans.
"Can I suck your cock now?" she
asked in the direct manner of children, never mind that question was one no
child should ever ask. He wasn't going to argue though. Her words brought his
attention to his cock, now so hard it actually ached, though in a
pleasant way.
Still, he needed a moment to regain his
composure, so he delayed with playful banter. "I don't know little girl,
do you think you can handle a full-grown cock like mine?"
To his surprise, she grinned and shot back,
giving as good as she got. "I don't know Mr. Clark. I think so, but
it's hard to tell, since you've been keeping it from me!" She made the cutest
little pouty-face as she added, "Mean ol' Mr. Clark won't even let me suck
his dick - and I'm sooo huuungry!"
He fell down beside her, laughing. "Awww
you poor thing!" he said, letting his hands fondle her. She looked so
small! Hell, she felt so small. Hell, she was so small! One
hand could almost completely cover her chest, and he was pretty sure he could
circle her waist with both! And yet, she was so vibrant and alive
- she seemed completely capable of using him up and tossing his husk to the
winds. And he was of a mind to let her do exactly that.
Rolling onto his back, he gestured
invitation, and gasped in shocked pleasure as she made good on the invite,
flipping over and engulfing his cock with astonishing eagerness. "Holy fuck
Julie! Go easy girl, or you'll make me blast off before you even get
started!" She popped it out, looked over at him, and stuck her tongue out
like a kid. "Too bad! It's mine now!" she said, and that was
completely true. She had both hands on it, and even without the warm, wet
mouth, he felt she could make him cum in seconds!
But she didn't. The girl had talent. Using
her hands and her mouth, she brought him lovely waves of pleasure, stopping shy
of climax several times. The exercise made his precum flow more readily than
he'd ever known, and the girl lapped it up greedily, as if it were the nectar
of the gods, often looking him straight in the eye as if to thank him for the
gift. Not only was it erotic as hell, it was also an amazing tonic for his ego,
making him swell with pride to be able to provide such a beautiful girl
the thing she so obviously adored!
It was on the seventh - eighth? - such cycle
that, just as he expected her to ease off and lick, she instead dropped her
head, engulfing his cock and shoving it straight down her thought with only the
slightest hesitation to control her reflex. His fat cock felt like it must be
stretching her throat mercilessly, and he was certain he could see the shape
of it! But she didn't slow one bit. She sunk to the root, then beyond, pushing
her cute little nose hard into his balls. Then she backed up and he could see
it vacating her throat - but she only went about half-way before shoving it
back to the root!
The first couple such strokes were slow, but
she quickly increased her pace, fucking his cock with her mouth and throat, her
skills on par with the best full-age "escorts" he'd ever employed. He
didn't have a chance of preventing the inevitable, nor did he want to. Julie
knew what she was doing, and what would happen. And Clark was learning that she
was going to get what she wanted, so he best just enjoy the ride.
Still, it would be rude not to warn her. The
pleasure she was giving him was interfering with his power of speech, but he
did manage to finally gasp out, "Gonna. Cum. Soon!" Without breaking
stride, she managed somehow to nod, and changed her position slightly so that
she could look up at him as she bobbed her head up and down his turgid shaft. Her
big, beautiful brown eyes, framed by her lovely mane, bouncing with her
exertions, was the most lovely, sexy thing he'd ever seen. Their eyes locked,
and after a few more strokes, he erupted.
It was unlike any climax he'd ever had. Her
throat was so hot and tight, it was like fucking a virgin. Her eyes were so
sweetly expressive, screaming of her joy in making him cum, like it was the
completeness of her existence, that it ratcheted up his pleasure many times.
And the sight-and-knowledge that he was firing his cum into the mouth and
throat of a nine-year-old girl inflamed his climax as if someone shoved a
firecracker up his ass. He literally exploded into her, his cum shooting
so hot and fast it felt like it was searing the inside of his cock, and in such
rapid succession he felt like his balls had been replaced by machine guns!
Despite it all, the intensity and the sheer violence
of his climax, the little girl took it all. Steadily, greedily she
sucked his cum out, shot after shot power-driving down her throat. After the
first several shots, she backed up, her hands working his shaft as she sucked
the fat head, catching his cum in her warm mouth, building up a reservoir of
the fluid, swirling it over his cock head with her wild tongue, and swallowing
hungrily when her mouth got too full.
Clark couldn't even blink, it was all too
sexy, too beautiful to miss an instant. When she'd sucked out the last
drop, the girl grinned - quite a trick with a fat cock stretching your lips,
but she managed it - and let the cum leak out from her lips to drool down his
shaft and over his balls. She then played a cute-and-sexy game of
catch-the-cum, her tongue dashing all over his cock and balls to seek and slurp
every drop of his seed.
Finally finished, she gave the head of his
cock one last kiss, then slid up into his warm embrace with an air of complete
satisfaction, resting her head on his shoulder as if they were old lovers who'd
done this a thousand times.
Clark held her, caressing her as he slowly
came down from the rush of his orgasm. He wanted to tell her how amazing she
was, but just couldn't find the words. Hell, there were no words for
what he was feeling. Sated, confused, blissful, scared, contented, and a whole
range of other feelings were playing through him. Eventually though, he figured
it out. She'd understand, though the actual words could be misunderstood by
anyone else. She would know what he meant.
Tilting his head, he kissed the top of her
forehead, squeezed her shoulders, and said softly, "Honey, if you were
nine years older, I'd totally fucking marry you!"
It was right. She giggled happily, not taking
it as a proposal, but rather as intended - as the highest compliment he could
think of. He was of a different generation, where that was the best he could
give a woman. So she accepted it that way, snuggling closer, then lifting her
head up to kiss his cheek.
"Take that nap you wanted Mr.
Clark," she said gently-but-playfully. "You're going to need your
strength for round two!"