Papa Jack's Dollhouse Chapter One © 2012 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com Horst lay naked on the bed. A heavyset, balding German in his fifties, he stroked his fat prick while he waited for Jessica. Soon the door to the small room opened and she entered. Ten years old, with long black hair that nearly reached her round little bottom, she stood next to the bed wearing only a pair of tiny white cotton panties. Horst let go of his cock and sat up. He examined little Jessica, whose real name is Bai, and then slowly pulled down her pretty panties. Now naked, Jessica parted her legs, allowing Horst to touch her bald little pussy. He fingered her tiny slit and she rocked back and forth, her eyes closed. Then he said something to her and Jessica climbed into bed. She curled up between his legs and examined the man's hard cock. After stroking and squeezing it, she slowly wrapped her lips around Horst's fat member and began to suck. As I watched on the monitor, Horst lay back and relaxed, enjoying Jessica's skilled tongue as it bathed his hardness. Like all my little girls, my helpers and I had trained Jessica well, teaching her the art of pleasing a man. She'd been only four when her father sold her to me, a skinny, undernourished slip of a girl. My helpers and I fed her, bathed her, introduced her to the other girls and boys, and over the next year she was taught English and instructed in the arts of love. Jessica began sucking our paying customers when she was five, and fucking them the next year. Jade, one of my helpers, broke Jessica's hymen with a dildo and a flick of the wrist while the girl was sedated. Even without a cherry, the internet auction we held for the privilege of being the first to fuck Jessica was one of our best ever. "How she doing?" Lin asked me. She entered my office and placed a tray with a teapot and a pair of mugs on the desk. Lin was one of my helpers, a sixteen year old girl who'd been with me for over ten years. She and Jade were like den mothers for my girls and boys. "Good, as always," I said, as Lin poured the tea. "She like fat cock," she said. "Just like you," I said, pulling Lin into my lap. She laughed and wiggled her bottom against my crotch, rubbing my hardness. "I like your big cock," Lin said, wrapping her arm around my neck. I cupped her small breasts as we watched Jessica straddle Horst's hips, guiding his glistening cock into her tight pussy. The girl began to rock her hips, writhing on top of the German tourist. He ran his hands all over her tender body, watching her as she rode his hardness. I reached for the speaker and turned up the volume, listening to Jessica gasp and moan as Horst's thick tool filled her tiny twat. "Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Jessica moaned as Horst began to stab upwards with his hips, pumping her tiny twat with his fat prick. He held her slender waist as they ground their hips together, his glistening member sliding in and out of Jessica's tight passage. Though the girls were not above faking an orgasm for the clients, I'd been with Jessica enough times to know that her cries of pleasure were real. "She come real hard now," Lin said as she slipped her hand into my drawstring pants. As we watched little Jessica ride the portly German tourist, Lin began to stroke my hardness. I moved my hand down from Lin's breast to the crotch of her panties, rubbing her cleft through the thin nylon. She moaned softly as I fingered her swollen clit. "Ja...ja..." Horst was bucking his hips now, pumping Jessica's spasming pussy, close to his release. With a loud grunt, he buried his fat tool deep inside her tiny twat and erupted, filling her with his hot, thick cream. As their movements began to slow, Jessica leaned forward, resting on Horst's round belly. He caressed her long hair and soft skin, a satisfied smile on his red face. "I go clean her now," Lin said. "He come a lot in little pussy." "No, wait," I said, dipping my fingers down the front of Lin's panties. "Sit and watch." As I fingerbanged the teen girl on my lap, we watched Horst encourage Jessica to get up off of his cock and squat over his face. She lowered her leaky pussy down to his mouth and he began to lick and suck the cum from her passage. Jessica moaned softly as Horst cleaned her tiny twat with his tongue. We watched Horst ravish Jessica's hairless slit for a while. Then I pulled Lin off of my lap and bent her forward over my desk. I pulled her panties down around her creamy thighs and pressed the tip of my cock to the entrance of her juicy snatch. Lin moaned softly as I entered her, sinking my thick cock into her wet hole. With one eye on the monitor, making sure Horst didn't mistreat Jessica, I began to slowly thrust in and out of Lin's hot slit. I really didn't have to worry about the girl, since Horst was one of our best customers, making the trip from Europe three or four times a year. But this was an unpredictable business, and there was always a chance a girl or boy might get hurt. "Oooooh...fuck...fuck pussy..." Lin had been with me since she was five, a year before she lost her cherry, and even now she craved my hardness inside her tight passage. She pushed back with her hips, wanting to take my cock deep inside her. I obliged my faithful helper, speeding up my thrusts, pumping her hungry hole. She came hard but quietly on top of my desk, using her pussy muscles to squeeze my thick shaft until I erupted inside her, filling her needy snatch with my hot, thick load. "Mmmmmm...you fill me with cum," Lin moaned. "Feel so nice in pussy." After I pulled my glistening tool out of her shaved slit, she quickly pulled up her panties to catch my dripping cum. Then she knelt at my feet and cleaned off my slick cock with her warm mouth. "Looks like Horst is done," I said, seeing the portly tourist gathering his clothes. "I go douche Jessica," Lin said. "Anyone else today?" "Just Beverley," I replied. "After dinner. She's spending the night with Billy." "Ah, the English lady," Lin said. "She nice." "That she is," I said. Once a year the woman would make the trip from the U.K. to spend the night with the boy. It was a sad story, really. Beverley had lost her son to leukemia when he was only seven. Their relationship was closer than most mothers and sons, leaving her bereft. The next year she found my web site and booked a trip to Phuket. Billy was eight then, the same age her son would have been, and the woman was smitten with him. After a night with Billy, she returned home but frequently wrote and sent gifts, especially around Christmas and the date of her late son's birthday, in April. Over the years, her visits had evolved into a ritual. Billy, now twelve, knew his part well. "Okay, see you at dinner," Lin said, heading out of the office to take care of Jessica. I watched the monitor as Lin entered the room. Horst was already dressed and had Jessica in his lap for one last caress, one last look at her hairless slit and bald mound, memorizing the fleshy fold that had given him so much pleasure. Lin greeted Horst with a hug and a kiss, and as she helped Jessica back into her panties, Horst left the room. I exited my office and headed to the entrance hall. "I trust you found everything to your liking," I said. "Ja, ja," Horst replied. "Sehr gut. Very good. Jessica ist wunderbar." "She's very fond of you, too," I told him. "She asked me to give you these." I handed Horst a small manila envelope. Inside were a pair of Jessica's panties, white cotton with a dainty rosebud print. Horst removed the underpants from the envelope and sniffed them. Jessica had worn them to bed for a week. "Danke, danke!" The German stuffed his souvenir panties back in the envelope and bowed, shaking my hand before taking his leave. Between now and his next visit, Horst would masturbate using the panties, reliving his visit to my brothel. Then he'd come on the cotton underpants, take a digital photo of them, and e-mail them to me, asking that I show the picture to Jessica. Once the panties were completely covered with crusty dried semen, Horst would book another visit. I imagined that somewhere in his Berlin apartment was a drawer or a box filled with cummy panties. I heard soft footsteps behind me. It was Jade, my oldest helper. At seventeen, she was stunning, tall for a Thai girl, with long, lithe legs. She came up to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Of all the girls and boys, she was the only one left from the previous owner, an ugly and abusive man who acquired her when she was only three. She was six when I met her, an underfed girl ordered to service local laborers, often ten or fifteen a day. When I put an end to that and took care of the previous owner, I earned her undying gratitude. "Time for dinner, Jack," Jade said in her soft voice. Her English was flawless, a skill she'd mastered in order to please me. She had many skills, and it was her primary job to teach our boys and girls, both academic subjects and those that they'd use in the rooms with our clients. The brothel had been little more than a rude hovel when I took it over. Little by little I added rooms and tore down walls. I was much more selective about clients than Mr. Cho had been, and since I could command much higher prices from my clientele, there was no need to have a constant flow of men in and out of the house. What had been a warren of tiny rooms, each with just a mattress and a chair, now felt more like a home. Our eight girls and three boys lived two or three to a room. One of my additions was a large dining hall. Along with the kitchen and garage, this space comprised the fourth part of the dwelling, creating an open courtyard bounded by the entrance hall, the wing of living quarters, and the opposite wing of dayrooms. When I arrived at the dining hall, all the children were seated. Jade was bringing platters of food out of the kitchen and Lin was leading Jessica by the hand. She'd just douched the girl's tiny pussy and dressed her in a fresh pair of panties. "Hello, Papa Jack," the kids said in unison. "Good evening, children," I replied, taking my seat at the head of the table. Lin followed Jade back in the kitchen to help her serve dinner. While Jade and Lin brought out bowls of rice, platters of fish stew and roasted duck, and the small bowls of condiments and spicy sauces, I glanced around the table at my children. In addition to Jessica, there was Monique, a budding thirteen-year-old, Cherry, who was 12, nine year old Tammy, Mandy who was 8, Lolita, now entertaining men at six, Sascia, five, and Trina, age 4. These last two girls were still in training, though they were available for oral services to some of my best clients. All of the girls wore just panties and flip-flops, though Monique wore a bra that covered her budding breasts, and Cherry had a training bra on, though she was still flat-chested. In addition to the girls, there were my three boys: Cissy, a 13 year old ladyboy, twelve year old Billy, and Jamie, 9. Cissy, like Monique, was developing breasts, though his -- hers -- were little more than tiny mounds. Still, Cissy wore a training bra and panties, while Billy and Jamie had on crisp white cotton briefs. Though most of my clientele were older men seeking younger girls, I also catered to boy lovers, 80% of whom were men. "How was Mr. Horst?" I asked Jessica. "He very gentle," she replied. "Fill me up with cum but he lick it out. Feel nice." The last of the platters were on the table, and Jade and Lin took their seats on either side of me. The kids were hungry as only kids can be, and throughout most of dinner, the only sounds were the shuffling of plates and platters and the clicking of chopsticks. Jade was a wonderful cook; the duck was tender, not too fatty, and the fish was perfectly spiced. I complimented her on her cooking and got a smile in return. "Papa Jack?" Billy asked after he finished his meal. "Yes, Billy?" "May I be excused from the table? I would like to put on the uniform Miss Beverley sent me." Billy pronounced her name carefully. He'd practiced saying it often, and at first it sounded like "Bebery", but he'd managed to master the unfamiliar consonants. "By all means, Billy," I said. "Come back when you're dressed. I want to make sure your tie is on straight." "Yes, sir," Billy said. He pushed his chair back from the table and brought his plate into the kitchen. "The English lady?" Jade asked. "She's here for the night," I said. "Is the suite ready?" "I clean it today," Lin said. Though most of our dayrooms were sparsely furnished, just a bed, a chair, and a sink, we had one more spacious room fitted out like a hotel suite, with its own bathroom, plush carpeting, and a large bed. Unlike the dayrooms, this was only for the high rollers, guests who spent the night or longer, or who wanted multiple girls or boys. While the older boys and girls helped Jade and Lin clear the table, I headed across the courtyard to the front of the house, the wing that fronted on Utabon Street. Just off the entrance hall was a small bar with four stools, one of the few things I retained from the old brothel. I poured myself a scotch and lit a cigar, listening to the motorcycles and pedicabs on the street outside. I was halfway through the drink when Billy appeared. He'd been a nine year old street kid named Ton that I'd found in an alley, emasciated and weak with malaria. Lin and Jade had nursed him back to health and a boy named Nguyen had taken him under his wing. Nguyen left us when he turned sixteen, parlaying his knowledge of English into a job as a busboy and then waiter in one of the tourist hotels near the beach. I'd see him often when I dined there, and he'd acknowledge me with the slightest of nods. He had a new life now. I was happy for him. "How do I look?" Billy asked. His tie was slightly askew, but he'd tied it correctly. The rest of the prep school uniform fit him well, slacks, shirt, and crested blazer. "Very good, Billy," I said. "Don't forget to call her 'Mummy'." "Mummy," Billy repeated. The boy was a little bit nervous whenever it was time for one of Beverley's visits. She was an important client and much was at stake. Billy had a very narrowly defined role to play in her annual scenario, and he was wary of saying or doing the wrong thing, shattering the woman's carefully constructed fantasy. "She might cry during the night," I reminded him. It had happened during her second visit, her nerves still raw from grief. But not since then. I expected her to arrive within the hour, so I took one last look at the suite. I found Jade there, straightening up the duvet. Apparently, she had the same idea, one final check before our guest arrived. The repositioned the mints on the pillows and then went to check the bathroom. It was spotless. "She will be pleased," Jade said. One day of bliss in what I assumed was a joyless life. Beverley was a wealthy woman, but all her money couldn't save her only son. On that gloomy thought, I returned to the bar and poured another drink. A half hour later, I heard a cab arrive and a car door slam shut. There was a knock on the door and Jade went to answer. "Please come in," Jade said. Beverley entered, carrying a small overnight bag. I left my drink at the bar and went to greet her. "How have you been?" I asked her, taking her hand and doing the bow and kiss routine that the Euros loved so much. Jade quietly exited, going to fetch Billy. "Fine, thank you," Beverly replied. "How are you, Jack?" "Can't complain," I said. "The children are happy and healthy." "That's good to hear," she said. There was a sadness in her eyes. "Would you like a glass of sherry?" I asked her. "I'd love one," she said. Lin appeared and took the woman's bag to her suite while I escorted Beverley to the bar. I poured her a small glass of Amontillado. "I can have a bottle sent to your room," I said. "That would be lovely," Beverley replied. She took a tiny sip of her sherry and pulled a small slip of paper from her purse. It was a receipt from her bank, showing the amount of money she'd wired to one of my offshore accounts, a formality, since my banker had already confirmed the payment. I could have charged her twice the sum shown on the slip, but I felt sympathy for this genteel woman who was so generous to the children. After she finished her sherry, I escorted Beverley to her suite. Billy was waiting patiently, dressed in the prep school uniform she'd sent him. She hesitated for a second and then lunged forward, wrapping the boy in her arms. "Alan!" she cried. "It's been so long. How you've grown!" "I missed you Mummy," Billy said, playing his part. He looked at me over her shoulder and I smiled and nodded in return. "Jade will be along presently with the sherry," I said at the doorway. "Thank you," she said, her eyes glistening despite the smile on her face. "Two glasses please." "Of course," I said, taking my leave. I relayed her request to Jade, who brought the sherry to the suite and then joined me in the office. "They're still hugging," I said, watching Beverley and Billy on the monitor. I'd wired the brothel with hidden microphones and cameras, all connected to a computerized surveillance system that allowed me to pan and zoom, and record audio and video to hard disk. After digitally altering the faces of the clients, I made a nice piece of change selling these videos online through a data haven in the Seychelles. "Poor lady," Jade said, pulling up a chair to watch the video. She rested her hand on my thigh. I turned up the audio feed. "Would you like to take a bath, Alan?" Beverley asked Billy. "Yes, Mummy," he replied. "I'd like that very much." I'd seen her ritual enough times to know that it was time to switch to the video feed from the bathroom. She led him by the hand into the bathroom and turned the taps in the bathtub. As it filled with filtered and heated water, she slowly undressed the boy, unbuttoning his blazer and carefully folding it, undoing his tie, taking off his shirt and trousers. When he was standing there in his white cotton briefs, she tugged at them, pulling them down his tanned thighs. "You have grown," Beverley said, running her finger along the length of Billy's penis. She helped him into the tub and began to lather his skin. Soon, her hands dipped lower, deeper, her fingers busy in Billy's crotch, stroking his smooth young cock with her soapy hands. The boy leaned back in the tub, enjoying being pampered by this petite woman. "Come for Mummy," she urged him, stroking him faster. Billy let out a soft gasp, and I knew he'd found his release in the hands of this English gentlewoman. "Let's get you rinsed off," Beverley said. After rinsing the soap from his body, she dried him off with a plush white towel and led him back to the bed. He took his place on top of the duvet while she undressed. Beverley was in good shape for a woman in her late thirties, no doubt a member of an exclusive London gym and spa. After taking off her pantsuit, she asked Billy to unclasp her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the carpet. She stood before him in her panties. "Do you like what you see, Alan?" she asked Billy. "Yes, Mummy," he replied. "You're beautiful, Mummy." "That's sweet of you to say, Alan," she said. Then she opened her bag and pulled out a filmy negligee, sheer black lace. Only after she put it on did she remove her panties. "Let me hold you, Alan," Beverley said, climbing into bed with the boy. They lay together for a while, caressing each other. Then she began to kiss him, a trail of kisses that moved down his body until her face was level with his crotch. Beverley began to suck the boy, making his prick harden and throb. For Billy, being with this woman was a treat. Though he'd had plenty of blowjobs from foreign men, not to mention Jade, Lin, and the other girls, he treasured Beverley's oral attention. Maybe because she wasn't a professional, and liked to take her time, maybe because she'd sucked her late son that way, slow and deliberate, with plenty of soft tongue bathing his young cock. Now it was time for the next part of Beverley's scenario to play out. After sucking Billy for a while, she lay back on the bed and lifted the hem of her negligee. Billy knelt between her legs and she guided his young cock into her hungry pussy. As he began to thrust, she freed her breasts from the bodice of her nightie. Billy rocked his hips, pistoning his cock in and out of her hairy bush while he fondled and squeezed the woman's breasts. Beverley's hands rested on his firm bottom, urging him to take her faster. The soapy hand job she'd given Billy made him last longer, and combined with his youthful stamina he soon brought Beverley to her climax. She cried out with pleasure, bucking and thrashing beneath him. A few hard thrusts later, Billy came as well, releasing a single spurt of semen, his hips slowing to a halt after his climax. She held him tenderly to her breasts, gently stroking his smooth young back. Jade and I watched Billy and Beverley couple once more before they fell asleep. After Beverley turned out the lights, I switched to the night vision camera. In shades of green, it showed them nestled together in bed as the woman gently caressed Billy's face. "Let's go to bed," I said to Jade. We headed to the bedroom we shared with Lin. She was already there, sitting at the vanity, brushing her long black hair. As Jade took the brush from her and began to brush Lin's tresses, I walked down the hall to the children's living quarters, checking on the sleeping kids. Only one was up, five year old Sascia. Every night, one child was chosen to share the big bed with me, Lin, and Jade, and tonight it was her turn. She took my hand and I led her down the hall to my bedroom. Lin was now brushing Jade's hair, but when she saw little Sascia, she stopped and bent down to hug the little girl. Jade relinquished her seat at the vanity table to Sascia and they took turns brushing the little girl's long black hair while I got undressed. I turned on the monitor on the bedside table, which gave me a view of the suite. Billy and Beverley were sleeping now. I climbed into bed and watched Lin and Jade coo over the little girl. "Are you ready, Sascia?" Jade asked her. The girl nodded and Lin led her over to the bed. Jade took her place between my legs, and as Sascia watched, began to lick and suck my cock, making it grow and harden. Sascia had seen cocks before, even sucked a few herself, but seeing an erection grow was still a novel and wonderous thing. Now it was time for a master class from Jade, the most skillful cocksucker in Phuket. "Now you try," Jade said. Sascia nodded and knelt next to my thigh, leaning down to take the head of my cock in her warm little mouth. "Use your tongue like this," Jade said, taking one of Sascia's little fingers in her mouth and swirling her tongue over the tip. The girl began to do the same to my cock, bathing the head with her soft tongue. "Now stroke the shaft," Jade instructed. Sascia did as she was told, wrapping her hand around my thick tool and rubbing it up and down. "Very good, Sascia," I said, stroking the girl's soft cheek. "You're doing just fine." Despite my earlier tryst with Lin in my office, watching Billy take the English woman made me horny. I felt my pleasure begin to build as Sascia sucked my cock with her warm mouth and soft tongue. As the little girl pleasured me, Lin caressed her soft skin and murmured words of encouragement. "Ready, sweetie?" I asked the little girl who was sucking my fat prick, bringing me to the brink of coming. She nodded her head. "Here it comes," I said, right before my orgasm hit. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and I erupted in her mouth, filling it with my hot, thick cream. Sascia had a surprised look on her face nonetheless, but she kept her lips glued to my organ, swallowing every drop of my cream. "Good girl!" Jade said, leaning over to kiss Sascia on the cheek. Once the last drop of cum had dribbled from my cock, the girl finally released it, smiling proudly at the job she'd done. "Time for your reward," I said after Sascia had finished cleaning off the head of my cock. I scooted back on the bed and bunched up a couple of pillows. Then Lin and Jade helped the girl squat over my face, bringing her succulent little pussy right up to my mouth. Sascia squealed with delight as I began to probe her hairless little cleft with my tongue, working my way up to her tiny clit. As I began to lash her little button, she moaned and settled down on my mouth, rocking her hips slightly. Lin and Jade kissed and caressed the cute little nymphet while I ravished her fresh young cleft with my tongue. Sascia squirmed and moaned as I ate her tiny pussy. I cupped her soft little bottom in my hands, fingers probing the cleft between the globes of her tiny tush. Suddenly, she cried out and convulsed on top of my mouth, her little body wracked with spasms as she came. Jade and Lin held her steady as I continued to lash Sascia's tiny clit. Only when the little girl twisted away from my mouth did I stop ravishing her hairless slit. "So good," the girl murmured as she rested on my chest. As I stroked her smooth back and soft bottom, Jade began to kiss and lick my hardening cock. Soon she had me fully erect, engulfing me with her mouth, her skilled tongue swirling over my knob and shaft. As she released me from her mouth, Lin pulled Sascia off of me and Jade took her place, straddling my hips and guiding my glistening member into her juicy snatch. Sascia watched with fascination as Jade rode my hard pole to a mindblowing orgasm. After I filled Jade's hungry pussy with my hot load of cum, the four of us fell asleep together, Jade and Lin cuddling Sascia between them. Sleeping late was the norm at the brothel, since many of our clients were nocturnal or not completely adjusted to the local time. But I knew that Beverley would be up early, so I rose right after dawn, leaving Jade, Lin, and Sascia sleeping in bed. I checked the monitor as I got dressed: the English woman was still asleep, but Billy was stirring. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked over at his slumbering bedmate. Slowly, Billy extricated himself from her embrace and pulled back the sheets. He carefully lifted Beverley's negligee, exposing her white thighs and her black bush. He spread her legs and curled up between them, stealthily leaning forward to taste the woman's pussy. She stirred but didn't wake. Emboldened, Billy began to probe her snatch, making her clitoris swell in response. As he licked Beverley's pussy, I could see his cock begin to harden. "Oooooh..." Beverley finally woke with a moan and looked around as if to get her bearings. Simultaneously, she remembered where she was and realized that the boy was gently lashing her swollen pearl. She spread her legs wider and reached down to stroke his jet black hair. "My sweet Alan," she murmured. "What a wonderful way to greet the day." "I'm glad you like it, Mummy," Billy said. He went back to licking her button, making Beverley gasp and moan with pleasure. Then she tugged at his shoulder and pulled him on top of her, guiding his stiff dick into her juicy hole. Their hips ground together as they coupled, and I caught a glimpse of Billy's glistening tool as it slid in and out of Beverley's hungry pussy. They fucked slowly, languidly, as if still asleep, until the woman cried out with pleasure and arched her back as she came. Billy followed soon after, his hips shuddering as he found his release. They lay together quietly, Beverley stroking Billy's smooth young back and whispering in his ear. Eventually, they parted and headed into the bathroom together. The pair took a shower which ended with another soapy hand job for Billy. "I have a gift for you, Alan," Beverley said, after she'd dried him off. She led him back into the bedroom and pulled a soccer uniform from her bag. "Manchester United," she said. "I know it's your favorite team, Alan." "Oh, thank you so much, Mummy!" Billy said. He was an avid football fan and player, and if Man United wasn't his favorite team, he didn't show it. Billy was genuinely grateful to have real soccer kit. At Beverley's urging, he donned the uniform. It was a bit baggy, but he'd grow into it. I watched Beverley get dressed and pack, and by the time I reached the entrance hall to greet her, the cab I'd called was already out front. Beverley looked rejuvenated; the traces of grief and tiredness in her eyes were gone, at least for the time being. Billy stood by her side, looking proud in his uniform. "Thank you, Jack," she said, taking my hand. "We're happy to be of service," I said. "And thank you, Billy," she said, leaning down to give him a kiss on the forehead. "You helped me feel closer to my Alan." "Thank you, ma'am," Billy said. "I'll be in touch, Jack," Beverley said. "I'm thinking of coming for the Christmas holidays." "That would be wonderful," I said. "We'd be pleased to have you as a guest again." And with that Beverley took her leave, getting into the cab and returning to her hotel. Billy went off to his bedroom and I returned to mine, getting undressed and crawling back into bed behind a sleeping Lin. The teen girl stirred as I snuggled up behind her. "Woman leave?" she murmured. "Yes," I whispered, trying not to wake our bedmates. "Billy do well?" Lin asked. She pressed her lovely bottom against my groin, making my cock come to life. "He did just fine," I said. "You taught him to lick her well." "He very good at eating pussy," Lin said. She parted her thighs and reached behind her for my cock, trapping it between her legs. I could feel her wetness on my shaft. "Did you have a sexy dream?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied. "Your big cock in my little pussy." Lin reached between her legs and pressed the tip of my tool to her wet slit, moving her hips to get the right angle for my knob to enter her tight passage. As I slowly filled her hungry hole with my meat, she sighed and pushed back with her soft, round bottom. Slowly and quietly, I began to thrust, easing my hard cock in and out of her juicy twat. We coupled lazily, sleepily, and when she came Lin bit her fist to keep from crying out. When her tight passage spasmed around my shaft, it brought me my release and I filled her pulsing pussy with hot gobs of nookie chowder. I stayed inside her even after my cock began to soften, held in place by her creamy thighs until it was time to get up and start breakfast for the kids. I took a quick shower first before getting dressed again, and while Lin and Jade bathed with Sascia in the master bedroom's big bathtub, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Passing the children's rooms I could hear some of them stirring, along with some soft moaning and the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings. Too young for coffee, almost all of the kids chose an orgasm as a way to wake up and greet the day. Though there was a shower room next to the kids' quarters, some of them chose to bathe in the small rocky pool in the courtyard. These were the kids who had come from rural areas, either abandoned or sold by their parents to city traders. Among them were the boy Jamie, and the girls Cherry, Tammy, and Lolita. As I sipped my coffee in the dining hall, I watched them wash and rinse their tender little bodies in the pool's warm water, heated by the morning sun. Droplets glistened on their tanned skin, a scene made all the more idyllic by the trees and bushes that populated the courtyard. Next door, in the kitchen, I could hear Jade and Lin starting breakfast, fish and rice for the kids, eggs, toast, and what passed for bacon for me. Soon the kids, clean and dressed in fresh underpants began to filter into the dining hall, taking their seats for breakfast. "You live longer if you eat fish and rice," Lin reminded me as I sopped up the egg yolk with a piece of toast. "I'd rather have a short, happy life," I said. My life had already gone on longer than I'd expected. "No clients today?" Jade asked. She, Lin, and I would go over appointments together a week in advance, but she always double checked after breakfast. "No," I replied, "but I'm expecting Inspector Prasooth to come around after lunch." The inspector headed the local police constabulary. He had a taste for American bourbon, Euros, and little girls. A bit of each would insure our protection. "Doctor come tonight," Lin said. "After dinner." Dr. Chao was another regular visitor. He made monthly visits to check on the health of the children, administer vaccines, and spend some time with Cissy, our young ladyboy. After clearing the breakfast dishes, Jade and Lin divided their charges. Jade led the younger girls and Jamie out to the courtyard for English lessons, while Lin took Monique, Cherry, Billy, and Cissy into our bedroom for advanced lessons in the arts of pleasure. I poured another cup of coffee and headed to my office. I started by checking server logs, looking at the hundreds of intrusion attempts. None were successful. Then I checked my e-mail. There were the usual messages from wannabees, people looking for free porn. A couple of the messages sounded like sincere inquiries. I copied down their names into an encrypted text file for a background check. If they passed that, I'd respond. There were three e-mails from people I knew. One was from Alexei, my silent partner in Moscow. We met when we were both posted at our respective embassies in Bangkok, under official cover. We'd run into each other at receptions and other functions, necessitating both of us to file contact reports afterwards, he with his KGB rezident, me with the CIA station chief. Alexei now handled security for me, and since he had moles deep within Interpol and other agencies, he was entitled to a share of the profits. It was money well spent. In his message, Alexei reported no new threats, and expressed his wish to pay a visit later that month. I banged out a quick encrypted response. The other two messages were from high rollers. One was a movie producer in LA who had a taste for young girls, the other from an oil rich Gulf sheik, a confirmed boy lover. Both were looking to book the suite. I knew from their previous visits that one boy or girl wasn't enough to satisfy their appetites. I sent a breezy reply to the producer, then I composed a more formal one to the sheik, who was big on ceremony. Diplomatic language never came easy for me so the reply took most of the morning. The kids preferred Western style food for lunch most days. Today it was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a banana. The latter were plentiful and cheap around here, but the ingredients of the former were items I had to have shipped in from the US. Just as I thought, there was a knock on the kitchen door right after lunch. I sent Jade to answer it and Lin ushered the kids out of the dining hall while I retired to my office. I'd just settled behind my desk when there was a knock on the door. "Inspector Prasooth to see you," Jade said. "Send him in," I replied, standing behind my desk. "Jack, good to see you," Prasooth said, holding out his hand. He was a wiry man, in his late forties, dressed in a starched khaki uniform. I shook his hand and motioned to the chair in front of the desk. "Good to see you, Tran," I said, pulling a bottle and two glasses from the bottom drawer of my desk. As I poured two shots of sour mash, Prasooth took a gold cigarette case from his tunic, extracted a small brown cheroot and screwed it between his lips. He offered one to me and I took it rather than decline. I leaned over the desk with a Zippo, lighting his small cigar before torching the end of mine. The inspector reached for his shot and downed it. I refilled his glass. "So, what brings you to our little school today?" I asked him. "School" was the polite fiction between us, though it was more fact than fiction, since we actually did hold classes for the children. But the inspector needed his plausible deniability. "Just here to check on the children," he said. "Their safety is my only concern." "It's my highest priority as well," I said. "Are there any problems I should know about?" Prasooth asked. "Any threats? Any locals causing a fuss?" Though I'd dug deeply into the inspector's background, I never did find out where he learned to speak English so well. Unlike Dr. Chao, who had a Harvard education, Prasooth had never been abroad to my knowledge. I suspected that he might have been a spook like me and Alexei. "None whatsoever," I replied. In addition to my payments to the inspector, I spread money around town as well, contributing funding to Dr. Chao's clinic and even underwriting the cost of vaccinating the children of the neighborhood. The locals knew it, and whatever they might have thought of this "school" -- they knew it for what it really was -- having their own children healthy and cared for by the clinic tended to mute their criticism. "I'm pleased to hear that, Jack," Prasooth said. "Drunken tourists are enough of a problem." "As they are anywhere," I said. Phuket's cachet as a resort had grown over the years, especially among Europeans. "Your English lady flew out this morning," the inspector said. "One of the school's most generous benefactors," I said. I never underestimated Prasooth, and this cemented my impression that he had a background in intelligence. "That was a curiously short visit," he said. "She was just stopping off on her way to New Zealand to visit family," I replied. "And she was concerned that her presence would disrupt the children's routine." "Ah, I see," the inspector said. "While you're here, Tran," I added, "would you be so kind as to allow me to make a contribution to the policemen's beneficiary fund?" "That would be most welcome," he said, taking a puff on his cheroot. I reached into my desk drawer and fished out a bulging envelope. Prasooth pocketed it without counting the Euros inside. "Thank you very much, Jack." "You're welcome," I said. "You know," the inspector said, "I'm glad it's you running this place instead of that snake that was here before you." This was one of those rare times that the inspector had openly acknowledged the true nature of this operation. "He was scum, a cruel bastard. The children have thrived under your care." "That's kind of you to say, Tran," I said. "Would you like to see the children?" "I'd be happy to," the inspector replied. His appetite for bourbon and Euros now sated, it was time for some young pussy. I ushered him out of the office and into the entrance hall. Jade and Lin had lined up the kids,in order of age, and had dressed them in brand new panties and briefs. Prasooth looked over the boys and girls like a general reviewing his troops. Finally, he stopped in front of six year old Lolita, who wore a fresh pair of Disney Princess underpants. "Hello, Su," the inspector said, using her Thai name. "How have you been?" "I am good," the girl replied, with a trace of bashfulness. She blushed and crossed her legs. The inspector held out his hand and led her off to the suite. Jade and Lin dismissed the other kids and followed me to the office. We watched on the monitor as the inspector lifted the girl on to the bed and pulled off her little pink cotton panties. Kneeling on the carpet, he spread her legs and began to lick her hairless little slit. Lolita giggled and cooed, squirming on the duvet as Prasooth probed her fresh young sex, seeking her tiny clit. Her giggles turned to gasps and moans as he ravished her succulent pussy. At that point, the inspector decided that this was enough foreplay. He stood up and pulled down his uniform pants, fishing his hard cock out of his shorts. With his boots still on the floor, Prasooth mounted the little girl, stuffing his Thai tool between Lolita's rubbery lips, and sinking it deep inside the little girl's tight passage. He began to rock his hips, pumping her tiny twat. Lolita trembled and shuddered as Prasooth began to pound her tight little pussy, using her tender hole for his pleasure. The inspector didn't last very long inside Lolita's tiny slit. He gave a last deep thrust and erupted inside her, filling her passage with his cum. Just as quickly, he pulled out, used a handkerchief to wipe off his tool before stuffing it back in his shorts. "I take care of her," Lin said. "Clean her up." "Take this," I said, pulling a pair of small plastic capsules from my desk drawer. They had swabs inside them and were used for collecting DNA samples. "Okay, Jack," Lin said. She knew what to do. Jade and I returned to the kitchen to meet the inspector. "Everything looks to be in order here," Prasooth said. "Until next time." "Until next time," I said, shaking his hand. "Take care." "You, too, Jack," he said before leaving through the back door that led to the alley behind the dwelling. "I'll straighten up the suite," Jade said. When the inspector went down on Lolita, they'd left a wet spot on the duvet. I watched the inspector walk the length of the alley and get into his official car. After he drove off, I walked to the suite. Lolita was still on the bed, the two plastic vials on the duvet next to her. I sat down and pulled her into my lap. "Did he hurt you?" I asked her. "No, Papa Jack," she said. "I liked it when he licked me, but I didn't come." "Well, tonight you can sleep in the big bed," I said. "With me and Jade and Lin." Lolita smiled and laid her head against my chest. I stroked her fine black hair and soft skin. All the children loved sleeping with us. When afternoon classes were over, Jade and Lin went to prepare dinner while the kids had free time. Some spent it in the courtyard playing, some in their rooms reading. Cissy and Monique watched their favorite soap opera in my bedroom, though sometimes they ignored the television in favor of enjoying each other's budding body. I spent an hour in the office checking e-mail and logging into various banking and investment sites. Then I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. As I sipped a fine bordeaux, I watched Jade and Lin, wearing only their bras and panties, make dinner for the house. "We'll be having some big clients coming soon," I said as we feasted on roast chicken and grilled fish. "Let me guess," Jade said. "The sheik wants to have a boy party." "Right," I said. "That's one..." "The Frenchman?" Lin guessed. The Frenchman was actually an English ex-pat who lived in the south of France. He was a photographer who liked to pose the girls beforehand. "Nope," I said. "Try again." "The LA movie guy?" Monique asked. "The really rich one?" "Correct," I said. "He was really sweet," Monique said. The producer's taste in girls had grown progressively younger over the years. Monique had last serviced him when she was ten, though she still gave him back massages whenever he visited, and he'd always bring her some fine lingerie from Rodeo Drive. The kids helped Jade and Lin clear the table and do the dishes. Then, in anticpation of Dr. Chao's visit, they all trooped off to the shower room, even the children who preferred the pool for washing. Jade and Lin supervised them, making sure they didn't miss a spot. Once dried off and wearing fresh underpants, they returned to the dining hall to await the doctor. Chao was an ethnic Chinese who had been born and raised in Thailand, from a prosperous merchant family. He chose not to go into the family business, opting for Boston University and then Harvard Medical School. His career took him from busy urban emergency rooms to sub-Sahara Africa and back to Asia. He battled AIDS in Myanmar, bird flu in Hunan Province, and now he was back in Thailand, serving its most impoverished residents. In his early forties, he had a world weary face and a soft spot for ladyboys like Cissy. "Greetings, Jack," the doctor said as he walked through the doorway. Like the inspector, Chao chose the back door for discretion. "Good to see you, Doctor," I said. I escorted him into the dining hall where he set down his bag on the table. Starting with the youngest, Trina, he did a quick but thorough examination, checking eyes, ears, nose, heartbeat and pulse, temperature, and listened to their breathing with a stethoscope. Then he had each child remove their underpants and checked their genitalia for sores or lesions. The examination concluded with a blood draw. I supplied the syringes and vials, part of the shipment of medical supplies I had flown in twice a year. Chao carefully labelled each vial and packed them in his bag. The children hated being stuck with needles but they all put on a brave face, even the youngest. The oldest ones had explained why that was necessary, and Chao was skilled enough to make it relatively painless. The children were dismissed, and the doctor and I retired to my office to discuss various matters over glasses of wine. Chao wanted to expand his clinic, and that meant additional funding. I played it cool for a while, but we both knew I'd come through with the money. When our little cat and mouse game was done, I pulled an envelope stuffed with Thai baht and handed it to the doctor, payment for his visit and something extra to help with his operating expenses. "Cissy is waiting for you in the suite," I said. "Thank you, Jack," Chao said, extending his hand. I shook it and let the doctor out of my office. © 2012 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com