Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Desperate Child, Ch 4 Angela wasn't there when I got home. The note she left in her childish scrawl said she didn't want to cause me any trouble. I had no idea what she meant. I'd expected to find a naked 11 year old waiting for me, ready to fuck the minute I walked in the door. Hell, I hadn't even jacked off at work, wanting to give her all my cum. I'd only been with her a day but I felt as if I'd lost the love of my l ife. Hurt can turn into anger and it did with me. In minutes the feeling of loss had turned into something just south of rage. I had to find her. I had to find out why she abandoned me. I threw my jacket on and stormed out. To hell with curfew, to hell with my parole officer. I was going to find her and drag her back. The first place I went was the stoop I had found her on. No one was there, not her, not the boy who she told me about that liked to feel her up. Nobody. I rang the doorbell a dozen times and no one came. I looked under the stoop where she had told me she slept. There was a cardboard refrigerator box. I looked inside... a hairbrush and a piece of broken mirror but no Angela. I walked around the block. Nothing. I stopped kids on the street and asked if they knew where she was. A couple of them cknowledged knowing her but argued they didn't know where she might be. I passed several adults but feared asking them, fearful of them asking why I'd be searching for a child. I headed for McDonalds, thinking maybe she had taken money from my bedside table stash. I hadn't thought to look there to see if any was missing. For a second I thought I saw her flannel shirt but it turned out to be a guy wearing one, not my Angela. My Angela. Sounds funny as I write it. Why did I feel she was mine? At 8:30 I started heading home. My curfew was half an hour away and I was blocks from home. The last thing I needed was to have Ms. Carlson waiting for me. After stupidly telling her I'd been to McDonalds yesterday and having just been there again today, I knew I'd better be home by 9. I had no urge to go back to prison. I quickened my pace. Three blocks from home and 13 minutes to go I saw her. She was not alone. Walking with another man, Angela held his hand as they walked towards me on the opposite side of the street. I stopped dead still. Had she been playing a game with me? Had I been her one night stand? In the fading light I couldn't make out her facial features, couldn't read her expression. I didn't know whether to cross over and confront her or what to do. They walked under a street light and I saw her face. She was on the streetside, her forefinger to her lips in a "hush" motion that I didn't understand. Was I to keep my distance, not call to her? The man she was with was oblivious to me presence and didn't see Angela shake her head at me. I felt crushed. She'd left me for another. What had I done wrong? At exactly nine I reached the door to my building. Standing there waiting for me was my parole officer, Ms. Carlson. "You cut that one close, Ralph. I was just about to declare you a parole violator." "No, ma'am. I am right here where I belong," I said breathlessly. That woman always makes me sweat. "Well, let's go up and see what we see in your apartment then. Maybe there's a reason why you were almost late. And believe me, if I find any alcohol or drugs up there you will be spending the next four years back in prison." She paused. "I'm going through your computer, too, Ralph. I find one picture on it that isn't your freaking Mother and you've had it." This was the first time Carlson had done an apartment inspection. My head was spinning as we climbed the steps to the third floor. Had Angela been there I'd have been a dead man. Life in prison was the only possible outcome for a second offender for raping an 11 year old girl. I opened the door to a clean, empty apartment. It struck me that Angela must have cleaned up the place. It never looked this good while I had been there alone. Carlson actually seemed impressed. "Your furnishings are shit. Where's your computer?" "Yeah, second hand stuff. I can't afford anything better. And I don't have a computer." "I don't believe you." She started opening drawers; she looked in my kitchen cabinets. She went into the bedroom. Walking behind her I could barely keep my eyes off her ass as it swished back and forth. My small closet held so few clothes it was easy for her to see that I wasn't hiding anything in it. Had I been secreting Angela that would probably have been where I stashed her. Carlson opened my bedside table drawer. "Where'd you get this money, Ralph? You selling?" All my money was there. Angela hadn't taken it. "No, ma'am. That's what's left of my last paycheck. I haven't paid my parole fees yet this month." Carlson looked at me. She looked up and down. It dawned on me that she was actually checking me out. "Sit down, Ralph. I need some answers here." I didn't know what was going on. I didn't even know why she was here and why she was alone in my apartment with me at 9 o'clock at night. "Why didn't you return my call? Where were you? Didn't you come straight home from work?" I was confused. "Your call?" "Yes, you idiot. I left a voice mail message for you. I told you I would be here just before nine. Didn't you get my message?" It dawned on me. Angela had heard her message. Another woman saying she would be here tonight. She didn't want to cause me any trouble. Another woman was coming, so she left. That explained half the problem. But who was she with when I saw her? Another guy because I was with another woman? "Ralph, are you paying attention? I asked you a question." I turned towards her,finally focusing my thoughts on her. What I saw filled me with fear. She was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her black bra. Her intentions were clear. I was to have sex with my parole officer. Oh crap. what was I in for? Was this one of those damned if you do, damned if you don't moments? "Come here, Ralph. I understand your needs. I've got needs of my own. You want to pass your inspections, don't you?" All I could do was nod. "Then satisfy me." i felt like a marlin must feel when he's swallowed a lure. I wanted to fight, I wanted to throw the offending part from my hooked mouth, but she was reeling me in. have I described Carlson? I think I told you she was hot. She is. She's about 30, give or take a year or two. She's 5'11", no more than 130 pounds. Tall and thin just like I like 'em. She's got tits to die for. Long brown hair cut in a "V" in back, brown eyes, and legs that go on for miles. I watched as she dropped her plaqin light brown skirt to the floor. She stood there looking at me wearing a matching black panties and bra set. My cock responded involuntarily. Carlson is hot. "You want me to fuck you?" "What the hell do you think?" "But you're my parole officer." "Get your pants off, Ralph. Then start sucking on my tits." She was all business and a little scary. I dropped my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. I didn't have on my boxers and my self interested cock bounced and looked up at her. She smiled. "I thought you might have a good one, Ralph. now I want to see how well you can use it." She took off her bra, exposing a set of 36C's that stood up nicely. Her areolae were dark brown, the size of a half dollar and her nipples stood out a half inch. On a 10 scale, I'd give her body an 8. "Why me? What could you possible want to have sex with me for?" "Because I control you, shithead. I'm in charge. You don't have any say, now do you?" She had me, in more ways than one. "Now suck these tits." i wasted no time and took the tall woman in my arms and bent down to engulf her fabulous tits. I'm not the greatest when it comes to being with an adult woman. I prefer kids, but this one was different. I liked her being in charge. My cock could hardlty wait to fill her cunt. "That's good, Ralph. Suck 'em. Suck 'em hard, Ralph." The bitch arched her back, pushing her chest into my face. She moaned, then said, "Hurt me, Ralph. Make them hurt." I bit down on her nipple, bit down hard. "UNNNNNHHHH, Ralph, oh jesus, of fuck. harder you son of a bitch. Make them bleed." I sank my teeth into the tender flesh of her tit. the coppery taste that followed proved that I did exactly as I was told. i switched to the other nipple and repeated the process. I felt her body twitch as she almost crumpled to the floor. I knew she had a climax. She felt limp for a moment, then commanded me to suck her cunt. She called it her pussy. To me she and it were just cunts. I pushed her onto my bed, her legs dangling over the edge, her feet touching the floor. I spread her legs and burined my face in her crotch, raking at her black panties with my teeth. I pushed her long legs apart to maximize my cunt licking space. She tasted like strawberries, a sweet tangy flavor. I didn't know if it was her panties or her pussy but the taste was heavenly. I'd never tasted a better flavor of cunt before. I started really getting into it, moaning and biting, sucking and licking. I reached for the waistband and yanked down on them.. Carlson lifted her butt to allow me to remove them. Her slit was clean shaven and a little puffy. Her inner labia was well developed, red, and tender. Using my thumbs I spread her open and found the pleasure hole. I spit on my fingers and shoved two inside, all the way. Using my fingers as the plunger, I set to sucking and nibbling on her half inch clit. Using a technique called the Lesbain Lugar, I brought the bitch to a fever pitch. i stopped. Stopped abruptly. "No, no, you bastard," she yelled at me. "Don't stop. I was so fucking closse." I reached up and slapped her across the face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You want to cum then you'll cum when I let you." My stance surprised her. Her reply surprised me. "Yes, master." She lay still waiting for me to resume, and resume I did. I buried my face in her strawberry cunt and shoved three fingers deeply inside her. In seconds she was back on the roller coaster, ready to plunge down the first hill. I stopped. She squirmed. "Please, master, please let me cum," Carlson begged. I slapped her again, harder this time. She fell back to the bed. The third time I shoved my hand up her cunt, all four fingers to the hilt, I tried getting my whole hand inside her but she was too tight. i roughly sucked her clit, I nibbled on it, I sucked it, licked it as roughly as I could. I was amazed at the volume of her screams as I let her climax. I've had screamers before but Carlson was the best. She thrust her pelvis forward so quickly and with such force she damned near busted my lip. I kept my mouth glued to her cunt as she calmed down, laying my tongue flat on her slit. As she physically relaxed her tense body, I gently began licking her again. Slowly, gently, deliberately. I was determined to bring her to the edge again. "Oh god, Ralph, not again, please. Not again, Ralph. I can't do that... unnnh, oh, god. oh Ralph..." she was already climbing the hill again. Her hips gyrted slowly, her hands again pushed my face into her cunt. I licked the inner folds of her labia, I kissed her clit, licked it, sucked it gently to get her motor started in earnest. I three minutes she was grunting like the pig she was. Her cunt lubed like a flowing fountain. I got to my knees, pushed her legs up. Took hold of her ankles and pushed them to her shoulders. My hard cock was positined perfectly and I shoved into her. Her pussy muscles gripped me, held me, sucked me in. This woman was an experieced fuck and welcomed the feel of being opened and stretched. I buried my cock in the whore. "No, Ralph. A condom. You have to put on a condom." I slapped her across the face again. She shut up as I pumped her. Side to side, pelvic bone pressing against pelvic bone. Up and down, in and out. I fucked her as I knew how. She matched my strokes, lifting her ass off the bed on which I had fucked Angela the night before. She began to make my cock feel good. I felt the tingle that preceeds a climax. "I'm going to cum, bitch. I'm going to cum in you." "No, Ralph. Please. No, don't cum in me." I pumped harder, deeper if that's possible. Hard, long defiant strokes. I pounded her cunt. "UNNNHHHH< Oh god, Ralph, Oh jesus. Oh god, fuck me, master. Fuck your whore." She began her scream again. I pumped harder, her approaching climax triggering my own. I pumped long slow strokes, maximizing my own sensations. I came deeply inside her strawberry flavored pussy then collapsed on top of her. We lay there for an eternity before she said, "Get the fuck off me, you son of a bitch." I rolled off to the side and lay there panting. Carlson got up, quickly reaching for her clothes. She said nothing until she got to the door. "Good job, asshole. Thought you'd be a good fuck. I'll be back next month for an inspection. See that you are here. And don't fucking be late for your check in. I'm going to piss test you." She left. Now I had to find Angela. My search has gone on for four months now. She had come into my life almost carelessly, I knew almost nothing about her. That she'd been badly abused was obvious.l The scars on her tiny little ass told tales of intense physicall abuse. I never knew the cause, was it a whip, a belt, hell, it could have been cut by a razor for all I knew. they were deep and lasting. Then she was gone and all I had to go by was seeing her walking with another man. Had he been her abuser or was he just another guy like me who had found her? He had been easier to find. I'm no detective but I am persistent. i'd walked the streets as often as I felt I could get away with it. With my background as a child molester I had to be careful. Keep away from McD's, no playgrounds, no parks, no place where a few kids might be, That ruled out a lot of places I wanted to look. Then I saw him again. Drinking coffee at a bus stop not two blocks from my flat. I was sure it was him. My first impulse was to approach him, confront the man who had stolen my little girl. i didn't. I stood behind him so he wouldn't notice me, then boarded the bus just as the driver began to close the doors. He was standing in the crowded bus. I took hold a few feet from him. At Park Street he got off. I followed. I checked my watch, 7 o'clock. Shit. I had to be home in 2 hours. How far was he going? Did he have her somewhere near here? It killed me when he crossed the tracks headed for the outbound trains. He stopped to buy his ticket. I fell in behind, telling the attendant, "Same as him." He punched up a ticket for Ironton, a village more than 30 miles out in the countrside. I knew I couldn't get there and back in time. I had to break off the pursuit. Was she even there? Now here I am on a Sunday morning. The earth smells of hay. The sun is trying to break through the clouds above. What the fuck am I doing here? I don't know who that guy is, don't know if she's with him, I don't have any idea where to go from here. So I start walking. It's cool and I'm sweating. maybe if I had a picture of her, maybe if i even knew a name... Angela. That's all I know. Angela. I walk north, not sure why. It's that I have to do something, right way or wrong way, I have to move. It's nearing noon before I have any clue. "Hey, fella, you look lost. Need a ride?" A local in a pick up truck. I nod and get in. We spend twenty minutes on bullshit before I finally admit that's I'm looking for a little girl. He looks at me funny, as if he knows something I don't. "You one of the insiders?" He asks. I don't know what he's talking about but I nod. "Well, hell, why didn't you say so. I'll take you over there right now. I been there a time or two myself." i'm in total darkness and more than a little uneasy. We drive down a narrow country lane, rutted with well worn tracks. The gate that we turn towards is open, we drive in. "Somebody's gonna get iin trouble for leaving that open." he says with a laugh. We reach the house. It's a modest two story with a few cars sitting in front, city cars, city license plates. one is from out of state. He lets me out, wishing me good luck and disappears down the drive. A man appears at the door. He's carrying a shotgun. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" "I'm an insider looking to get in." I must have said the right words as he lowered the weapon and ushered me in, glancing around to see if there were any eyes watching us. inside is a modestly furnished room, three girls sitting on couches, one man standing drinking at a poorly constructed bar. A whorehouse. I've found a whorehouse. As my eyes adjust to the dim light I realize that the girls are all young. Very young, no more than 11 or 12, each wearing heavy makeup and dressed in lingerie and ridiculously high heels. One, probably the oldest of the three, stands as I look at them and walks on wobbily heels over to me. "You likes little girls, mister? You can have me and my sister if'n you wants. We do whatever you wants us to do." I look at her. she's a child trying to be an adult whore. Her face is covered in too much makeup, poorly applied. Her body is small and thin, her underdeveloped tits barely making a bulge in the flimsy cheap baby doll top she is wearing. She reaches for my crotch and I left her fondle me. Her cool hand feels good against my pants. I am tempted. My hand wants to reach for her pussy but I stop. I see another girl coming down the stair, a man pulling up his zipper with a grin on him grimy face following her. She is topless, wearing only panties. her bare feet making no sound on the floor as she descends. She sees me and freezes, her only motion a slight shaking of her head as if to silence me. "No. It's her I want." I cross towards her when a large black woman steps in front of me. "Tha's fity dollars, mister. You pays me now and you do as you sees fit wit her." I take Angela by the hand and we head back upstairs. "You have fun, lttle sister," the man she came sown with shouts. "You show him the trick I taught you." he laughs as he heads toward the bar. Anglea is all over me, hugging me, kissing me, whispering questions by the score.. how did you find me.. have you you been looking for me.. do you still love me... you know I've been fucked a lot since we fucked... is that OK? Her questions didn't stop until I took her in my arms and kissed her. My hands were all over her. her little budding tits, her prepubescent cunt just freshly fucked, I felt the other man's cum in her wet pussy. I knew my little angel had just been fucked deeply by another man and it brought my dick to a raging hard. My Angela had been working as a cheap underage prostitute. No telling how many cocks had buried themselves in her sweet cunt. Now my cock could share the feeling, slide easily into the child's cum lubricated pussy. I wasted no time in pushing her tiny feet to her shoulders and plunging into her. It didn't matter how many cocks she had taken, her tiny frame had kept her pussy as tight and as wonderful as it had ever been. I added my cum to that of the others. I had found Angela. Now how was I ever to get her out of there and get her home?