Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 3

The next day, I was hyper excited. I couldn’t get my mind off of seeing those little beauties and implementing my plan. I watched kiddie porn most of the day and beat my meat damn near raw.

After relieving some tension, I downloaded some non nude preteen modeling pictures from the internet. You know; the ones that showed little girls in tiny little thongs or swimsuits and posing suggestively. In all my searches, I could never find a site with a little black girl; I guess because most of those sites originated in eastern European countries. Anyway, I wanted them to show my little aspiring model, hoping she’d jump at the chance to get in front of the camera — even if it was only in her panties.

A little before four, I dressed in a nice sharp suit and placed everything in a briefcase. I wanted to look like a rich modeling exec and was going to play the part. I took two thousand dollars in cash out of the safe because I planned on paying the sitter for some alone time with the girls on the quiet. I also needed cash for my visit to the strip club. Tom, prompt as usual, showed up at four on the dot. He said, “I figured I’d better not be late. You’re probably chomping at the bit to see those little black beauties.”

“You figured right,” I replied with a grin. “So, what are we waiting for? Let’s go see my future little playthings and the mothers of my children.”

“Yes sir, Boss,” he replied with a slap on my shoulder.

I picked up my briefcase and we left.

On the half hour ride to our destination, we talked about ways this scenario might go down and how to approach the sitter. After finalizing a basic plan, Tom asked me if I’d help him with his acquisition. He said his negotiating skills were good, but weren’t as good as mine. I assured him that I’d make sure he got his little girl. We pulled up to the dilapidated midrise building content that our plans would bear fruit.

We parked and took the steps to the third floor (the elevator was out of service) and Tom knocked on door 316. A short, rather fat black woman with monstrous tits answered the door. Tom introduced me to Maude, the sitter. She invited us in and I saw my two beauties as they looked on, checking out the two strangers.

It was mid June and it was rather hot and humid. Twila stood in a stained, pink sleeveless undershirt and a pair of stretched out pink panties that sagged between her legs. Candy wore what looked like a pair of Twila’s faded yellow panties, because the waist was too big and barely hung on her hips in a sagging arc almost showing the top of her slit with Tweetie Bird on the front. The leg holes were too big and if she turned sideways, I’d be able to see her chocolate treasure and she stood with her pot belly pooched out sucking her thumb. Yummy!

After the introductions were made, Maude shooed the kids to the living room to play while the grownups talked in the kitchen. Maude wasted no time in getting to the point. She looked at me accusingly and asked, “Mr. Tom here asked me if you could meet the l’il ones cause you is some big shot modeling man. Why you be wantin’ to see two babies? What kinda modeling does yo girls do? Do you runs one of them child porno rings or what?”

I sat back in pretended shock and replied, “Why, no Ma’am, not at all! My agency shoots pictures of little girls for catalogs. You know, like for all the major department stores. We’re always looking for fresh faces and Tom here is one of my scouts.”

“Then why he be snoopin’ round here in the projects? Don’t you people likes them cute l’il white girls?”

“Times have changed, Maude. Blacks are becoming more affluent, better educated and spend as much money as white folks. Companies want everybody’s business. To them the only color they see is green. Besides, it’s hard to find beautiful black kids and I thought, ‘Why not give some underprivileged kid a shot at making some money?’”

“Well, they sure is purdy little things and Twila, she be the oldest, wants to be a model someday. But why talk to me? Why don’t you talk to their mama?”

“Well, I wanted to spend a little time talking to the girls first and see if they’ve got the temperament to even be models. First off, I’m glad to hear that the oldest, what’s her name again?”

“Twila. Her name is Twila.”

“I’m glad to hear Twila wants to be a model. There’s nothing that ensures success more than a desire to love doing a job. And believe me, it’s hard work and a job. And how old are they?”

Twila jus’ turned four a month ago. Candy, that’s Candice, is two.”

“Is she potty trained?”

“Jus started putting her on the potty. But she ain’t quite trained yet.”

“Well, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to spend a little time talking to them about it.”

As I said this, I slid two one hundred dollar bills towards Maude’s hand. She looked at the money with bug eyes and then looked at me expressionless. I smiled and said, “For your trouble. I know you probably spend some of your own money on them and I’d like to help out. Why don’t you and Tom go for a cup of coffee and come back in about thirty minutes?”

“You ain’t gonna do any funny b’ ness are ya?”

“No Ma’am. I ain’t into funny business, just the modeling business.”

“Okay then, I could use a nice cup of coffee ‘bout now anyway,” she said with a grin as she took the money and buried it between those mammoth tits. With that we rose and went into the living room. The two girls were sitting on the floor watching Dora and they turned and looked at us when we entered. Maude said, “Okay girls, Mr. Jim here wants to talk to you about bein’ models for some catalog. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I gots to go to the store. You mind yo manners, understand girls?”

They both nodded and Twila leapt to her feet and inquired, “Really? You wants me to be a model?”

“That’s right, Sweetie. I’m looking for a couple of pretty new faces to model beautiful clothes and such. Would you like that?”

“You betcha! I jus knowed I’d be a model someday!”

“Well, Sweetheart, it just might be your lucky day!”

Maude touched my arm and whispered, “Thirty minutes and no funny b’ ness.”

“You can trust me, Maude.”

With that, Tom and Maude left. I went and sat on the sofa and set my briefcase down next to me. Twila followed closely at my side. Candy followed, but stayed behind her sister sucking her thumb. I pulled Twila to stand between my legs and started stroking the back of her thighs and said, “So you want to be a model, do you?”

She looked down at my hands then back up at me and silently nodded. I pulled little Candy over and sat her on the sofa next to me, gave her an affectionate squeeze and reached for my briefcase. I opened it and withdrew the photos and pulled Twila up onto my knee. I positioned the girls so that each could see the photos. As I presented the photos, I said, “Now here’s a few pictures of the type of modeling our girls do.”

Candy just looked on, too young to really understand what was going on. Twila was sharp as a tack. She said, “They only gots panties on and them there panties look mighty tiny. And look at that one: she gots her legs open and you can almost see her pussy!”

I drew back and asked surprised, “Where’d you learn that word?”

“That’s what Mama called it. She said all girls gots a pussy.”

“Well, your mama is right. These girls are modeling special big girl panties and they’re showing people that even as small as they are, they still cover their pussies. These are very expensive underwear and the girls get to keep the clothes after they model them.”

“Really? You mean they keeps the clothes?”

“Really! Here, look at these poses. Do you think you could pose as good as they do?”

She studied all the photos and nodding said, “Sure! Here watch.”

Twila scooted off my lap and onto the floor and spread her legs open like a ten dollar whore. I saw the corner of her pussy lip and groaned. She didn’t even notice she was exposed. She turned over on all fours and stuck her ass up in the air with her legs spread wide and looked back over her shoulder with a big smile.

“Wow! You’re a natural, Twila! You could do this without even thinking!”

Encouraged, she stood with her legs planted about three feet apart and pulled the corner of her panties down on one side and almost exposed the top of her slit with her other arm over her head and she flashed me a sexy little smile. I wanted to rape the child right them and there!

“Perfect! You’re so beautiful, Twila! You’ll sell more panties than any model we have!”

I looked down at Candy and asked softly, “Can you do that, Candy? Can you model like your sister?”

With her thumb in her mouth she silently shrugged. I said, “Why don’t you give it a try, Darling? I bet you’d be beautiful too!”

She hopped off the sofa and plopped on the floor, grabbed her legs behind her thighs and pulled back, raising her butt high in the air. She looked at me from between her splayed legs with a big smile. The leg hole of her oversized panties had slid into her crack and exposed her left pussy lip.

Twila gasped and exclaimed, “Candy! We can see part of yo pussy, you dirty little girl!”

Candy just giggled and turned over and struck the pose she’d seen Twila perform. She was at about a forty-five degree angle to me and I could see her entire pussy through the leg hole of her panties.

“Boy, Candy, you’s a nasty little girl!” Twila said as she shook her head. Now, we’s can see the whole thing!”

Candy giggled and stood up pulling her oversized panties up hard, showing me a well defined, two year-old toddler cameltoe. I called her to me and picked her up and gave her a big hug saying, “That was so sexy, baby girl! You’re fantastic!”

Twila was in a twit over my praise and at being upstaged by her younger sibling and gave a pout. Candy melted into my arms. I pulled Twila between my legs and rubbed her perfectly round tiny butt cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze and asked, “What’s wrong, Twila?”

As I appeared to give Twila my undivided attention, I slipped my hand in the leg hole of Candy’s panties and softly rubbed her vulva. She just looked up silently at me and smiled. I smiled back and turned to Twila as I continued to stroke the little two year-olds fat little pud.

Twila pushed my hand away and said with conviction, “Well, I ain’t showin’ my pussy to nobody! And another thing, you shouldn’t oughta be touchin my butt. I can model them there tiny drawers, but I ain’t no ho like my mama! She be fuckin’ an suckin’ ever night. I ain’t like my mama!”

I moved back in surprise and replied, “You sure ain’t, Twila. I’m sorry for touching your butt. I meant no harm.”

“Well, okay,” she said seemingly satisfied with my apology. “But can I still be a model without showin’ my pussy? I don’t mind going nekkid up top seein’s I gots no titties, but that’s as far as I go.”

“You sure can, Sweetie. You’re beautiful. I’d love to have you as my daughter, Candy too! Why, you two are the prettiest little girls I’ve ever seen! What would you think about coming to live with me in my big fancy house? You know I’m rich, don’t you?”

“I ‘spected as much cause you gots them fancy clothes and carry that case around like some big shot. What do you mean: come live with you? What about our mama? And why would you want us to live with you?”

“Well, I can talk to your mama about you two living with me and have a new life with pretty clothes, and lots of toys and go to a good school. I just think that two beautiful girls like you two shouldn’t grow up here in the projects with all the trash.”

“Wow,” Twila said with a sigh, “I dream of getting away from here. The bigger boys want to play dirty games and touch us and it jus’ ain’t safe ‘round here. Would you talk to Mama? Could you?”

“If you want, I’ll talk to her tonight.”

“What do you say, Candy? Would you like to live in a big rich house?”

She didn’t understand and just shrugged as she sucked on her thumb. Twila answered for her by saying, “Yeah, she’d like it jus’ like me.”

“Okay then,” I answered with a smile and a nod, “I’ll talk to your mama tonight. Sound good to you?”

“Uh huh,” she replied with an affirmative nod.

I pulled both girls onto my lap and hugged them to me. Twila was a bit stiff, but Candy just molded herself against me. I kissed the top of their heads and set them down just as Maude and Tom came through the door.

Maude looked at me suspiciously and asked Twila, “Ever thing alright, Twila?”

“Sure, Auntie Maude, everything is jus’ fine.”

She looked at me with a secretive smile and I grinned back.

With that, I rose and grabbing my briefcase said, “Well, Maude, it’s been a very productive meeting and I’m gonna talk to the girls’ mama tonight about them starting a whole new life.”

We made our polite goodbyes and both girls looked at me with big, secretive grins as I walked out the door. Giving the girls a wink, I turned and left.