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 Author: EXPLORER
Title: HYMEN DOT COM
Summary: Eddie moved in with Jenny and her kids; six year old Lisa,
three year old Tommy and two year old Emma.  After Jenny showed him Emma's
hymen, he suggested they make some money selling photo's of it to
hymen.com. Things progress and Eddie is recruited to use his talents with
the camera on others wanting to make some money.

   Story codes: MF Mf Mg ped pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws

   The story contains explicit, detailed, sexual content.  All acts
performed by all characters in the story are consensual or consensual by
trick and nobody is harmed or hurt in any way.  Please do not continue if
you are offended.



   Chapter 4 EDDIE IS OFFERED A JOB IN THE PORN BUSINESS

   His email asked for my phone number and he called me.  He called himself
Harry.

   He explained to me some of the problems he had gathering material. 
There was no shortage of willing 'players,' as he called them, but some had
no camera, some had no computer, some didn't know how to use a camera or a
computer.  Most had no idea of the type of shots his paying clients wanted
to see, some of the photos they submitted were so badly taken they were
unusable and they felt cheated when he didn't pay them for unusable
material.  And some needed a live person to speak to.  They wanted the
options explained, they had questions, they needed reassurance, and they
needed their confidence boosted.  Some needed help in arranging the poses,
some simply needed access to a dick to include on the photos.  He'd liked
the stuff I'd sent him.  It showed a 'natural flair' for knowing what his
customers wanted to see.  The job was meeting clients, talking them through
the options, offering a venue for the shoot and helping them to maximise
their potential.  My pay would come from negotiating a deal with the
client. I knew the going rates.  He would pay on receipt of the photos as
usual.  I would have to pay the client cash on delivery; I would pay them
whatever I could negotiate less than the going rate which is where I made
my money.  I wouldn't be ripping them off by taking a cut, because with my
help they would be earning better money for better shots.  And, of course
I'd have to take out any expenses for hotels, travel etc., from the money
earned.  Was I interested?

   Was I interested?  Let me get this straight: someone's going to pay me
to fuck little girls and he wants to know if I'm interested!!  I had to try
hard not to sound like I'd just won the lottery.  I told him I could only
work at weekends and the occasional pre-arranged mid-week day.  That was OK
with him.  To help me better understand the type of stuff he wanted, he
gave me members' access to his site, and also access to a part of his site
where he stored, what he described as, 'unusable material' which was mainly
badly taken or badly posed photos.

   I put the phone down and literally bounced around the room.  What a job!
What an opportunity!  He didn't know it, but I would have paid him for the
job!  I poured myself a large scotch and sat gazing at the wall with a grin
on my face.  I kept shaking my head I disbelief.  By the time I'd finished
my drink I'd convinced myself it was too good to be true.

   I checked my email every 5 minutes for the next 2 hours, then there was
one from Harry with a username and password for access to his site.  I
looked at the stuff he had on there and it was good, but the stuff I'd sent
him was as good as the best he had.  Most of the photos were from some
stupid kid with a cell phone who'd shoved it between her legs to photograph
her hymen.  The chances of getting a decent photo holding a cell phone at
arm's length with one hand while using the other to try and keep your pussy
lips open is slim.  And, using a cell phone reduces the chance of success.
I looked in his private section of unusable photos and, as he said, most of
them were difficult to define, poor detail, poor orientation.  A lot of
them weren't virgins who had sent in a photo of their cunt saying they were
virgin cunts.

   On the Thursday I got an email with a cell phone number of a girl called
Mary; I called her. . . . .  "Hi Mary, my name is Eddie, I work for hymen
dot com, you contacted us about doing some photos." There was silence. 
"Hello Mary, are you there?" I asked.  "Yes, sorry, it was a while back.  I
was just taken by surprise at your call," she replied.  She sounded like
she was in her early 20's.  "Is it convenient to talk, would you prefer
that I called you back?" I asked.  "No, no it's fine," she replied.  "Can
you tell me what you're able to offer and what you hope to get?" I asked.
"I'm not sure.  I saw this magazine advertising money for pictures of the
hymen so I wrote asking for details.  I have a cell phone which has a
camera but I don't have a computer or email and I don't know how to use
email," she replied.  "OK Mary, this is how it works.  We pay for pictures
of the hymen which are then published on a web site which people pay to
look at.  You can take the photos yourself and send them to the web site
over the internet and they will send you a money order for them.  To do
that, as you know, you need a computer and you need to know how to use it
or get someone who does.  I can also tell you that our company will not pay
for poor quality photos and most girls doing their own thing with their
cell phones mess it up and get nothing.  For a good quality clear 'up
skirt' shots of the hymen and nothing else, we will pay you £100.  If I
take the shots and can take several shots in different poses, we can
sometimes squeeze it up to £200.  If I take the shots I pay you cash on
delivery so you don't have to wait for the money.  That's the deal if you
take the shots yourself.  If I take them you'll get the same money or more
because I take better shots.  You may be thinking that £100 isn't a lot of
money for a photograph of your hymen.  The reason is because, like I said,
every girl with a cell phone is shoving it between her legs for a quick and
anonymous £100.  That's the basics of it.  After that there's other stuff
we'll pay for and we could get up to a thousand or more; depends on what
you've got and how far you want to go.  So what have you got, is it your
hymen or is it someone else's?" I asked.  "It's my daughter," she replied.
"And how old is your daughter, Mary?" I asked.  "She's five," she replied.
"So what do you want to do?" I asked.  "What did you mean by several shots
in different poses?" she asked.  "I mean a shot in her panties, a shot
taking her panties off, a shot of her pussy, a shot of her sitting with her
legs crossed, a shot with her bent over showing her bottom, a shot with her
laying back pulling her legs over her head posing her front and back
bottom. Or a close-up shot her holding her pussy lips open and displaying
the inside of her pussy and her hymen.  As well as the same shot from
different directions in different poses.  Is that clear?" I asked.  "Yes,"
she replied, "That'll be OK." "OK where are you?  How do we meet?" I asked.
"I'm in Glasgow.  I could give you an address to meet at," she replied. 
"That's fine Mary, but Glasgow is a long way for me to come and the cost of
travel and hotel makes it hardly worth my while.  Would you consider doing
some other stuff to make it more lucrative for both of us?" I asked. 
"Other stuff like what?" she asked.  "I don't want to go into detail over
the phone but the simplest option to increase the revenue is to include
another person in the photos, either you or me or both.  The other person
might be touching your daughter or have your daughter touch them.  Would
you consider making some more lucrative photos?" I asked.  "How much would
I get?" she asked.  "It depends on what you've got and what you're prepared
to do.  We can discus the money when I come there.  Right now I need to
know whether you would be likely to agree to take some more lucrative
photos otherwise it's not worth my while driving 300 miles to give you
£100?" I told her bluntly.  "OK, I will," she said.

   I got detail of where we were to meet and I agreed to meet her on
Saturday afternoon.

   I went out and spent over £1,000 on new digital and video cameras,
lighting and sound recording equipment and extra memory for the camera.  I
spent Thursday evening and all day Friday reading up on my new kit and
practising with it.

   I set off early Saturday morning and arrived at the given address at
lunch time.  We'd exchanged descriptions and I recognised her.  She was
alone, huddled in the doorway of an empty boarded-up terraced house in a
particularly run-down area of Glasgow.  I parked alongside her and she
climbed into the car.

   "Hi, I'm Eddie," I said shaking her hand.  "Where's your daughter?" I
asked eager to get a look at the little tyke.  "She's at my place.  I
wanted to check you out first," she replied.  "That's very wise," I said.
"I haven't eaten yet, can I buy us some lunch and we can chat about what
you want to do?" I suggested.  She agreed.

   Mary was in her early 20's slim, quite pretty but dressed in clothes
that wouldn't look out of place in an Oxfam shop.  The mini-skirt she was
wearing barely covered her crotch when she was standing.  When she sat
alongside me, she might just as well not been wearing a dress, her one time
white, now grey panties, were fully exposed.  Her hair looked like it
hadn't been washed in a month and hadn't seen a hairdresser ever.  She
directed me to a McDonald's.  I tried to appear quiet, confident and
professional to put her at ease.  She explained that she'd gotten pregnant
with Holly (her daughter) by some jerk who had left her.  Her parents threw
her out and she lived in a single mom's home.  Boys steered well clear of
single moms and so when she met a guy a year ago who was good to her she
moved in with him.  He'd gotten her hooked on heroin and made her turn
tricks to pay for his and her habit.  She'd left him and was trying to wean
herself off the stuff.  I went through the options again and she agreed,
rather too quickly, to doing anything and everything.  Then came the crunch
line.

   "You book into an hotel, and I'll go and get Holly.  The problem is, if
I don't get a fix in the next hour or so, I won't be able to function.  Do
you think I could get an small advance?" she asked.

   Of course her heart-rending story could be true, and I am a softy at
heart but junkie hookers haven't got a great reputation for truth and
honesty.

   I laid it out for her.  "Mary, by being truthful, honest and generous, I
try to develop a good relationship with our customers.  I don't know you
and you don't know me, and at some point one of us has to start trusting
the other.  If you think I'm going to pass over money to a complete
stranger without receiving anything you are living in a cuckoo land," I
told her bluntly.  "You either produce the goods now or I'm back down the
motorway," I explained.

   "How about I give you a blow-job?  How much for that?" she asked.

   I got up, paid the bill and walked out leaving her sitting there.  I was
getting in my car when she ran out to stop me.

   "Wait, please wait, I'm sorry but I've been tricked, robbed and abused
by so many men, I was worried you're going to trick me or even worse and
even hurt my baby," she said and she started to cry.

   "Get in the car," I told her.  "Let me show you something," I said.  I'd
noted that the McD's place had WiFi.  I pulled out my laptop and logged
onto the site.  I showed her the photos on the site.  I then showed her the
photos of me with Jenny and the kids.  She could see that Lisa was cheerful
and smiling.

   "That's our site, that's who we are, that's what we do, we will not do
anything that is not consented to by all parties and we will not do
anything that causes pain or suffering.  If you take me to your daughter
and I feel that she is being forced to do something against her will, I'll
walk away." I told her with absolute conviction.  "That's who we are."

   She thought for a while.  "I'm sorry.  Can we start again?" she asked.

   "OK, what do you want to do?" I asked.

   "I'd like to take you to my place and we could ask Holly what she'd be
comfortable doing and if she's didn't want to do it, I could pay you for
your trouble with free sex with me," she offered.  "We'll do what you want
and if Holly doesn't want to take the photos I'll leave and write the day
off to experience," I told her thinking there's no way I'd be wasting
valuable sponk on a hooker.  Well certainly not a hooker aged over twelve!

   We set off and drove to a semi-detached house in the suburbs.  It was a
friend's house.  She went in and collected Holly.  A bright little five
year old who came skipping down the path wearing school uniform and
carrying a satchel.  We drove to her Mary's house which was just round the
corner.  She introduced me to Holy as her friend.  "Has Holly met any other
'friends'?" I asked.  "If you mean have I brought tricks back to my house,
the answer is No," she replied.

   She made us a cup of tea.  I picked Holy up and sat her on my knee. 
"You're a pretty little girl and that's a pretty dolly!  What's her name?"
I asked.  "Jemima," she replied.  "And how old are you Holly?" I asked. 
"Five and a half," she replied.  "You're such a big girl for five and a
half, and so pretty you could be a princess," I told her.  Holly was a
pretty little girl, short brown hair, brown eyes, sweet full red lips,
regular size but looked to have a fuller bum than most five year olds.  She
was wearing a light summer dress, white cotton socks and sandals.

   Mom came in with the tea.  She had beads of sweat on her brow which I
put down to the need for a fix.

   "Sweetie, come to mommy I have something to ask you," Mary called. 
Holly skipped across and sat on Mary's lap.  She explained to Holly -
"Uncle Eddie is a photographer, he takes pictures of pretty little girls
and their mommies and pays money for them.  He likes to take special
pictures of us with no clothes on.  Mommy would like him to take our
photos. Would you like him to take our photos?" she asked.  Holly looked at
me.  I smiled at her, "I have a special present for little girls who help
Uncle Eddie," I told her.  "What is it?" she asked.  I had brought with me
some toys for kids to play with including some teddy bears and dolls.  "It
might be a teddy bear or it might be a dolly!  Which would you like?" I
asked.  "Dolly, no teddy, no dolly!!" she exclaimed in excitement.

   "Come here, and let me see whether you are going to be a good girl
before I decide whether you can have the present," I told her.  Holly
skipped across and sat on my lap.  Mary sat biting her lip, her sweats
getting worse.

   "I want to take some photos of you with no clothes on.  I want to
photograph your front bottom.  You'll need to open your legs real wide and
open your front bottom for me to take the photos.  Will that be OK?" I
asked as I stroked her soft thighs inching up towards her crotch.  She
nodded.  "And Uncle Eddie will need to touch your front bottom and he'll
want to photograph you touching his willie," I explained to her as my hand
reached the top of her thigh and the edge of her panties.  Mary could see
my hand under her daughter's dress and was biting her lip hard.  Holly
nodded.  "Have you ever seen a boy's willie before?" I asked her now
fingering her pussy slit through her panties.  She nodded her head.  "Whose
willie have you seen?" I asked.  "Uncle Jimmy's," she replied.  I looked up
at Mary.  "Jimmy was the arsehole who got me hooked," she revealed.  I slid
my hand inside the hem of her panties and gently stroked her soft spongy
cunnie flesh.  "And have you ever touched a willie?" I asked.  She looked
at her mom.  "Tell him if you have," Mary told Holly.  "I touched Jimmy's
willie," she revealed.  Mary shook her head cursing under her breath. 
Running my finger along her warm damp slit I probed for her little love
hole.  "Uncle Eddie's going to be so kind and gentle with you.  I won't do
anything that hurts you, but if I do anything which frightens you or
something you don't like, you must tell me and I will stop right away," I
told her smiling kindly at her whilst probing the sticky dampness of her
secret place.

   "Mary, does Holly have her own room?" I asked.  "Yes and by the way, my
name's Sam, Samantha.  Sorry I don't know what I was trying to do," she
said, telling me her real name.  "Sam, don't worry, everything is going to
be fine, you can trust me.  I know this is awkward, but with your help we,
can make a warm loving comfortable environment for Holly.  But just
remember, as a general rule of thumb, the dirtier the scene, the more it
pays, so for example, if I can get shots of you fondling Holly, that'll be
worth good money but if I can get shots of you going down on Holly it'll
pay double!  So I'll ask and you to do stuff.  Either do it or don't do it
and I'll pass on, and remember, I will later edit the photos to blur your
facial details before I send them off so nobody will see your face.  Now
why don't you both strip off and climb into Holly's bed together as I get
my kit out of car?" I suggested.

   I got my stuff out and carried it to Holly's room.  Mom and daughter
were laying side by side, eyes wide open wondering what was coming next.  I
set up the lighting and sound and the video on a tripod in the corner.

   I sat on the bed next to Sam.  "How are you feeling?" I asked.  "Like a
cold turkey," she replied.  "If you like after I get a few shots of you two
together, I could give you some money in advance and you could go get
whatever you need," I told her.  "Thanks, that's good of you" she replied.

   "What I want is for you to open your legs real wide Holly and mom, you
slide your finger along Holly's slit and gently massaging her clit.  OK
ready?" I asked.  "Ready!" Sam replied as she turned onto her side and
positioned herself with Holly.

   I peeled back the bed sheet.  Holly was laying on her back with her legs
splayed wide open, her right leg over on top of mom's leg.  Sam had her
face buried into her daughter's hair, she was sliding the middle finger of
her right hand in her daughter's slit massaging her clit as I requested.

   "That's great, good girl Holly," I praised as I clicked away.  "Give me
a big smile, sweetie!" I instructed.  The five year old smiled like she was
posing for the school photo.  "Hold her lips apart let me get a shot inside
her vagina," I instructed mum.  Sam peeled back Holly's little petals to
expose to soft pink interior.  I moved closer getting shots of every line
and fold of the five year old's tight snatch.  "Can you pull the hood back
a little to expose her clit?" I asked.  Mom duly complied, with a thumb and
finger either side of her hood she squeezed out her little clitty.  Her
clit stood out a lighter shade of pink than her vagina.  "OK Holly, I want
you now to do what mommy's been doing and hold your front bottom hole open
wide so I can get a shot right down deep inside," I instructed.  Holly
pulled open her tiny snatch so far it looked painful.  I'd noted on
previous occasions that, when you ask a toddler to do that sort of thing,
they pull their pussy into painful positions.  There it was, the little
girl's hymen.  It was like a cats eye on its side, two crescent moons of
translucent skin either side of her hole leaving a slit opening on the
centre.  With the extra lighting and the camera flash, I got mega pixels of
detail of the soft porcelain white pussy, the warm wet coral pink interior,
the whitish translucent paper thin hymen and also her little pink rosebud
rectal hole beneath.

   "That's great, Sam, can we now get some shots of you going down on her?"
I asked.  She didn't move for a moment as she contemplated whether she
wanted to do that.  "It's up to you, it'll pay good money, or we can move
on," I told her.  She crawled down the bed and knelt between Holly's legs.
Leaning forward she slipped her hands under Holly's butt and lifted her
little girl's crotch to her face.  I do love the sight of a mom eating out
her daughter and I particularly like it when mom's butt is in the air
exposing her hairy snatch a winking arse hole.  On my list of thing to do
in life was to arse fuck a mom whilst she is eating out her daughter.  I
might have tried that on with Sam if she hadn't been on the game.  As I
looked on I wondered how many punters had fucked Sam's arse.  Mom dutifully
tongued at Holly's sex.  I got some great side shots of her long snaking
tongue into her little girls hole.

   "OK I'm done with mommy now, can mommy go and get us a drink while we
take some more photos sweetie?" I asked the toddler.  With a coy finger in
her mouth she nodded.

   Sam climbed out of bed and stood naked waiting for my charity.  I peeled
off five twenties and handed it to her.  She was so ill from the need for a
fix, I don't think she was capable of rational thought.  "Will you be OK,
do you need me to come with you?" I asked.  "No, I need you to look after
Holly whilst I'm gone," she replied.  Look after her, I thought, indeed I
will!

   Mum was dressed and out the door in a flash.

   Holly was in bed still stark naked.  Her soft white frame still sporting
some podgy baby fat.  I gave her a reassuring smile.  Sitting besides her,
"you are the prettiest little girl I've ever met.  You could be a
princess," I told her.  She beamed a broad smile.  "And, you're such a good
girl, I can see I might have to give you a dolly and a teddy," I told her.
Her eyes widened.  I cuddled her, smelling her hair and kissing her cheek.
"I used to have a little girl just like you," I told her.  "Where did she
go?" she asked.  "Her mom left me and took her away, I miss them so much,"
I told her.  "Why, did her mom take her away?" she asked.  "Because her
little girl and I loved each other too much," I replied looking mournfully
into her eyes.  "Maybe she'll come back," she said feeling sorry for me. 
"I hope so," I replied.

   "Shall we take some more photos?" I asked.  "OK," she said cheerfully.
The video and sound recording was running in the background.  "Before we
start sweetie tell me what Uncle Jimmy liked to do with you?" I asked.  "He
told me I mustn't tell," she replied.  "I'm sure he meant not to tell your
mom or your teacher, not me," I told her cuddling her to me.  "Did uncle
Jimmy put his willie in your mouth?" I asked.  She nodded.  "Can you tell
me what he did?" I asked.  "When mommy was asleep or sick, he would help me
in the bath tub and he would sometimes get in the tub with me.  He would
wash my bottom and I washed his thingy until it squirted," she revealed. 
"Anything else sweetie?" I asked.  "He tried to put his willie inside me
but it was too big.  He said he'd buy me a new dolly when I was big enough
to fit his willie in me and he bought me sweets for sucking his willie and
letting him squirt in my mouth," she further revealed.

   "Good girl!" I praised and leaning forward I kissed her forehead.  "I
wish I had a little girl like you.  I'd love you to bits!" I told her and I
was telling the truth.

   "OK sweetie, I want to take some photos of me touching your botties and
you touching my willie and then you sucking my willie like you sucked uncle
Jimmy's.  Will that be OK?" I asked.  She nodded.

   "Lets make your front bottom nice and slippy first," I said.  Climbing
between her legs I covered her sex with my mouth.  I inhaled deeply filling
my nostrils with her exquisite little girl scent.  I mixed the messages
from my nose with those coming from my tongue to paint a flavour picture in
my head.  Sooooo sweet, musky, tangy, moorish.  I am sure I could survive
with nothing else but a daily plate of little girl juice, it had everything
I wanted I thought to myself.  I probed with my tongue causing her to jump
a couple of times as I pushed at her hymen.  I wasn't trying to break it; I
just wanted to explore all parts of it with my tongue.  Sliding my tongue
up her slit I explored the crevasse before finding her little clitty button
and nibbling on that.  Sliding my tongue down her slit I passed her love
hole to taste her little girl bum.  Stabbing at her back door I savoured
the texture of wrinkled sphincter muscle.  "That's tickles!" she giggled. I
wanted to stay there forever eating her pussy raw but I had other stuff to
do which I needed to do before mom got back, there was no way of knowing
what frame of mind she'd be in once 'fixed'.

   Climbing from between her legs I lay besides her.  I picked her up and
sat her on my dick.  "Kneel up sweetie," I instructed.  She knelt up and I
positioned my dick under her hole.  Taking her hand I placed it on my
shaft. "Hold my willie next to your pee-pee hole sweetie," I instructed
her. She positioned it at entrance to her hole and sat down trying to get
it inside like she had done with Uncle Jimmy.  She was too small, but the
feeling of wet heat on my bell end and the sight of the imp pushing down
and my helmet, her lips parted either side was delicious.  "It still won't
fit!" she proclaimed with a tone of disappointment.  I took the photos
whilst she held my knob end at her virgin hole.  She looked up and
remembered to smile at the camera.  My dick looked great with her soft
white cunnie lips parted either side the angry purple head of my knob.  Her
pussy glistened in the light from the pre-cum I painted her with.  She had
difficulty holding the awkward pose and kept losing her balance bringing
her weight down onto the tip of my dick which, each time, pushed another
centimetre into her hole.  I gazed at her small body, her flat chest and
little pink areola were all unmistakably five year old.

   "OK sweetie, I'd like to get some photos of you sucking my willie can we
do that now?" I asked.  She nodded her head.  I sat her on the edge of the
bed and stood up to her, her face a perfect height to suck my dick.  "OK
sweetie, I am going to put my willie in your mouth.  Did Uncle Jimmy tell
you what you must do?" I asked her.  "He told me I must suck on it like I
was sucking a lollipop and swallow quickly when he squirted," she
explained. "Good girl!  I want you to do the same thing, except that when I
squirt my stuff I don't want you to swallow it.  I want you to catch it in
your mouth.  I'll tell you when it's coming, you then hold your mouth open
and I'll squirt some onto your tongue and some onto your cheek.  I don't
want you to swallow any!  I want you to just let it splash onto your tongue
and then let it drip out and run down your chin.  Is that OK sweetie?" I
asked.  She nodded again.

   I moved forward my dick dangling like a flag pole before me, pre-cum
dripping from the end like a flame thrower ready to blow.  She opened her
mouth exposing her little pink tongue.  "Here, hold here," I told her as I
put the fist of her right hand around my shaft.  I moved forward into her
waiting mouth.  She sucked slowly, I could feel her little tongue rasping
the sensitive underside of my dick.  I clicked away getting pictures of her
little cherub face, her mouth stretched wide around my hot throbbing man
meat.  "Smile for the camera, sweetie," I instructed.  Her eyes rose up to
mine and she smiled an awkward smile her mouth fully stretched with the
pork lollipop.  "You're doing an excellent job!" I praised.  "Hold your
mouth open and push your tongue out!" I instructed.  I got some shots of
her open mouth with my dick lay on her tongue.  Photos done from all
angles, I allowed myself a few moments off photographing to savour the
sights, sounds, and feelings, as I held her head and slowly fucked her
face. "That feels soooooo nice sweetie!  You're such a good girl!" I
praised.  Feeling my balls rumbling I got the camera ready to catch the
money shots.  "I'm going to squirt soon sweetie, get ready baby!" She
continued sucking, her eyes looking up at me waiting for the word.  "Ready
baby?" I said placing a finger on the tube beneath my shaft stopping a
premature ejaculation.  Camera to my eye, feeling the sponk building up to
a painful level, "OK here it comes sweetie, open your mouth!" I instructed.
Her eyes wide open she looked at my face for clues of what to do.  The
first rope hit her tongue almost filling her mouth.  She got the second
rope on the cheek just below her left eye and the third on the chin.  I
wanked the remaining sponk from my dick onto her tongue.  Like with Lisa
I'd been clicking away as fast as I could, hoping to get shots of the sponk
in flight.  Those are the big money shots but are difficult to get without
a high-speed camera.  Her little cherub face was now covered in sponk
which, starting to obey the lows of gravity, ran down her cheeks and
dangled from her chin.  She still had a mouthful of sponk.  "Close your
mouth sweetie and squeeze the stuff out through your lips and let it drip
down your chin," I instructed.  She closed her mouth and bubbled the sponk
between her closed lips to join the rest dripping down her chin.  "Give me
a big smile sweetie!" I instructed.  That was another money shot, a picture
of the toddler's face with a big smile, lines of sticky sponk stretched
across her lips, her face covered in sponk.  The sponk dropped from her
chin onto her chest, running across her flat titties.

   "Good girl!" I gasped.  Shots all done, I put down the camera, and
picked her up I carried her to the bathroom.  It was now just after 4pm and
I was wondering whether I should hang around until my nut sack refilled to
get a pussy cum shot.  I cleaned Holly's face and chest with a warm face
cloth.

   Carrying her back to her room, I sat her down on the bed.  She was still
smiling.  I think she liked me!  "Why don't you put your clothes back on
whilst I go and check the boot of my car for dollies?" I told her.  She
jumped off the bed and literally jumped up and down on the spot in
excitement.

   As I got a dolly and a teddy from the boot of the car, Sam arrived back
looking distraught.  "You OK?" I asked.  "I will be soon," she said as she
ran past me and upstairs to the bathroom be deliver her fix.

   Holly was still trying to dress herself as I arrived back with a dolly
and a teddy.  She'd got her socks and panties on and was trying to put her
shirt on.  Her face lit up and she jumped up and down with glee at the
sight of the toys.  "This is my present to you for being such a good girl,"
I told her.

   She lay them out on the bed and chattered away to them as I admired the
white cotton panty clad round melon globes of her butt and contemplated
whether I should hang around for another session or make a start on the
long drive home.

   Leaving her to play, I went to check on mom.  Tapping lightly on the
toilet door and calling her name I got no reply.  I opened the door and
there she was, sitting on the toilet, unconscious, with a needle dangling
from her arm.  I shook my head in disgust.  This girl clearly was not fit
to bring up a child.  I pulled the needle out and carried her to her
bedroom.  I nervously checked her vital signs worried about what I would
say to the authorities if she died.  Her heart and breathing seemed OK.  My
decision on whether to cut and run or stay a little longer had now been
made for me.

   Next thing I knew, Holly was behind me holding her new dolly and teddy
to her chest.  "Is mom sick again?" she asked.  "Does mom get sick often?"
I asked her.  "Sometimes," she replied.  "And what does mom tell you to do
when she gets sick?" I asked.  "I should try and roll her onto her side so
that she doesn't choke," she replied with a wisdom way beyond her years. 
We rolled mom onto her side and left her to sleep it off.

   I made myself a cup of tea, downloaded the photos onto the laptop and
reviewed my work.  I had a great shot of Sam's tongue sliding up her
daughter's slit.  I also had a great shot of mom's arse which although an
excellent piece of photography wasn't worth much money.  The hymen shots
were clear detailed and in context, i.e.  they could clearly be placed with
the other shots proving that the hymen in question belonged to the girl in
the picture.  It was possible, I wondered, to fool the untrained viewer by
taking a series of photos of a non-virgin model and slip in a shot of the
hymen of another person like it was hers and with some clever photography
make it look like it was in context?  The cum shots on her face were the
real money shots!  The big beaming smile doubled their value.  Clients want
either smiles or tears on face cum shots.  They don't want blank
expressions or expressions of disgust.

   I'd been at it for about half and hour when Sam came downstairs.  I made
her a cup of tea.

   "Sam, I don't know what you think of me or today's work but I can tell
you that you are lucky that I am trustworthy and honest.  You can't afford
to be shooting up and losing consciousness with strangers in the house with
your daughter.  It's dangerous and irresponsible of you as a mother," I
continued.  "I'm not a social worker and I don't want to play at being one,
but I do have a conscience and I am deeply distressed at seeing a five year
old girl living with a junky mother who does not have the ability to
properly care and protect her daughter." Sam stated to cry.

   I put my hand around her and cuddled her, "don't cry, you'll distress
Holly," I told her.  "I'm so ashamed!" she revealed.  "You have to be
strong and you have to do the right thing by your girl and that starts by
going to the appropriate professionals and asking for help," I told her.

   "I've totalled up the value of the photos we've taken today, and if you
promise me you'll seek professional help, I'll give you it all including my
cut," I told her.  She sobbed into my shoulder.  "Will you promise?" I
asked.  She nodded her head sobbing.  "Did you get all the photos you
wanted?" she asked.  "No I didn't, I have some good shots and I was going
to take some more but I'm too distressed to continue," I told her.

   "I'm going to give you £800, that's enough to kill you if you don't seek
help, and if you don't seek help you will use it to kill yourself.  I want
you to call me twice a week and I want the details of what you are doing to
get yourself straight.  If you don't call I'll report you to the
authorities and they'll take away Holly," I told her.  She sobbed into my
shoulder muttering thanks.  I packed up my stuff and went back in to say
good-bye.

   I gave Holly my phone number and told her to put it somewhere secret and
if mom got sick again to call me, that way I'd know if she was still doing
stuff.

   I picked Holly up to kiss her goodbye.  "Can we come and live with you?"
she asked.  I looked at Sam.  "Yes, can we come and live with you," Sam
reiterated mournfully.  "I've spoken to your mommy about what she needs to
do to stop getting sick, if she gets better, I'll think about it," I
promised.  ] They stood on the sidewalk waving me off as I drove away.

   I sent the photos in the following day.  I got £1,100 for them.  And, I
had the video, the sound recording and the un-touched photos which must be
worth a similar amount.

   I reflected on the weekend's work.  Of course sex with a five year old
was a dream come true, but it wasn't great sex.  Great sex isn't just the
tightness of a girl's pussy.  It also involves the environment in which
it's happening and that was a desperate and depressing environment.  Sex
with Holly in those circumstances wasn't even close to what I'd had with
Lisa.

   I was starting to wonder whether I really wanted casual sex with losers
or whether what I really wanted was sex with a happy loving family.  Then
the doorbell rang.  I opened the door.  "Uncle Eddie, we're back!" Lisa
shouted as she launched herself into my arms.  Tommy followed her and Jenny
followed him carrying Emma??



   To be continued . . .