Pageant Whore

(Mf, M+f, voy, prost)

By Gurl Luver

 

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2006 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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A week in Vegas was just what the doctor ordered.  No wife, no kids, just some serious downtime for an overworked middle aged man who needed a mental health break.  I planned on doing nothing more exciting than basking in the sun by the pool, take in a show or two, lose some money at the blackjack and poker tables, and maybe get sloshed once or twice. 

The flight in from the east coast was a little turbulent, and my usual mid-flight snooze that I was looking forward to never happened, so I was really looking forward to relaxing by the pool.  The cab dropped me off out front of my hotel, and I took a moment to revel in the glitz and glam.  They knew how to make a big deal out of even the simplest of things I thought as I glanced up at the rows of flashing lights under the porte-cochere, then turned and went through the carousel entrance into the white marble interior of the lobby.  I was immediately blown away by the opulence everywhere my eyes fell, I gazed around for a few moments taking in all the details that some marketing genius had carefully planned out, then with my suitcase in tow, headed through the lobby towards the front desk. 

As I walked, my previous thoughts about everything being over the top were reinforced when I spotted several moms and daughters walking by sporting the gaudiest outfits I’d ever seen, the daughters, not the moms, although some of the moms seemed like they were trying to emulate their young daughters in terms of their dress style.  I was immediately reminded of the pictures on the news all those years ago of Jonbenet Ramsey, a young girl painted up to look like an adult woman.  While none of these girls seemed quite that young, they were every bit as made up and teased up.

I was morally offended by the appearance of these girls, a ton of makeup, suggestive costumes, practicing their hip swaying walks as they passed by.  I shook my head at the girls, especially at the last girl.  Her black cowboy boots clicking on the white marble floor was what drew my attention to her more than any of the other girls, mostly because the boots went up a not-so-skinny pair of legs to a pair of super tiny little painted on shorts that were so tight I could plainly see her camel toe, accenting the shorts was a white rhinestone belt, and the top of the belt was positioned low on her hips and several inches under her bellybutton. Her midriff was bare all the way up to her black spandex tube top, tented out by what had to be a stuffed bra, or some kind of silicone bra inserts.  As if the painted on shorts weren’t enough, what really upset me the most were the fake boobs on a kid!

The rest of her was just as cartoonish, a white gauzy see-through…well I don’t even know what to call it, a shirt maybe?  It was completely transparent, and trimmed in fake leopard fur around the collar and the cuffs of the short sleeves, and covered virtually nothing, it had no buttons done up, but was tied in a knot halfway between the rhinestone belt and the black tube top, daisy duke style.  She had jewelry everywhere, rings on just about every finger, at least a half dozen bracelets, earrings, and four necklaces that I could count, the longest ones draping over those disgusting fake titties.  She had a ridiculously small rhinestone studded cowboy hat perched on her head, canted to one side. 

If you could get past the sluttish costume, it was clearly evident she was a cutie, full cheeks with big expressive blue eyes, rosebud lips and a smile that seemed permanently plastered to her face, like even walking through a Vegas hotel lobby was the coolest thing ever…well actually some of Vegas’ hotel lobbies were pretty fucking cool.  She strutted along, swaying her hips as she walked by, and at the last second, gave me a wink and pursed her lips and blew me a kiss.  I just about shit myself.  I was appalled.  A little girl who was dressed up in such a suggestive outfit, had the audacity to wink and blow a kiss at a grown man!

I wanted to run over to her 300 pound mother and yell at her for raising such a tarty child, but figured what was the point?  She’d probably take it as a compliment!  I was here to relax, not get pissed off at how some unfit mother decided to raise her spawn.  I headed over to the reception desk and checked in.  As I was waiting for the paperwork to print, I noticed a sign at the end of the counter advertising some beauty pageant for girls, and then at least part of what I’d just seen made sense.  The hotel I’d picked for a nice quiet week of relaxation was going to be the home to a bunch of bratty spoiled beauty pageant kids.  Fucking great.

My suddenly foul mood went along with me as I made my way to the third floor to my room.  I unpacked my shit, then decided to head down to the pool and catch what rays were left in the day.  The trip to the pool was uneventful, although I did pass a pair of pageant moms and their daughters.  These ones weren’t so garish, and certainly not dressed as trampy as the fake boob’d cowgirl I’d seen in the lobby.  That wink and blown kiss really disturbed me.  I didn’t know any adult women who were that bold, and here was this little kid doing it and grinning as she did it!  What the hell is wrong with people these days?

I grabbed a beach towel from the attendant, and passed by another desk that had a sign posted for cabanas.  It was my first time to this hotel and I wasn’t sure what that was all about, so I stopped and asked.  I was glad I did because as I made my way over to my rented cabana I realized how crowded the pool was, and here I had my very own private place to crash.  The cabana had white paneled walls on three sides, curtains pulled open in front, and inside was a pair of thickly padded pool lounge chairs, a small table, beer fridge, and of course a selection of snacks that could be enjoyed in typical inflated Vegas rates.  Who doesn’t want to pay $5 for a chocolate bar?

I tossed my towel down and reclined on the lounge chair.  It was surprisingly sunny inside the cabana, and I looked up and saw the roof panels were fairly transparent.  They filtered enough of the Vegas sun to keep you from roasting, but allowed in enough to turn a pale skinned fellow like myself a slightly pinker shade if I didn’t put on sun screen.

I sat back and prepared to close my eyes and catch a few zzz’s when an attendant came by to take my drink order.  As I looked at the drink menu, a particularly loud childish shriek drew my attention.  I’ll be damned, it was the same fat mom and tarty kid from the lobby.  I shook my head as I watched the two walk together.  What a pair, the mom was wearing a black one-piece suit that wasn’t doing a very good job of covering up her cellulite, and where she even got a suit with enough square yardage to cover that bulbous body was anybody’s guess. 

The daughter seemed like she was trying to make both outfits I’d seen her wear as slutty as possible.  She was wearing 2” high-heeled flip-flops, which I’ll be honest, didn’t know high-heeled flip-flops even existed.  She had on a stars and stripes bikini, red and white striped bottoms that looked like they were a size too small, the top was blue with white stars, and puffed out the same as her tube top.  She had a whole new set of matching jewelry on, including an upper arm cuff that looked very out of place on a young girl.  Of course the fedora and bedazzled beach bag hanging on her forearm completed the ridiculous ensemble.

They were walking by the edge of the zero depth pool and were just close enough to apparently get splashed by a pair of young boys having fun.  The shriek was all for attention as it didn’t look like the boys had even come close to getting the pair wet.  With a second shriek she jumped back and drew more attention to herself.  It was the jiggle of the bikini top that now made me wonder if the puffy top was full of Kleenex, or something more.  She didn’t look like she was any older than eight or nine years old, far too young for real boobs, but the jiggle looked real.

“Um sir, are you ready to order?” asked the attendant who thankfully hadn’t followed my gaze, otherwise she would have been wondering why I was staring at a little girl. 

“Sure, I’ll have a Stella Artois please.”  I stole my gaze away from the pool and back to the attendant who was a beautiful young woman, and more worthy of my gaze, and subsequently lascivious thoughts.  The attendant was a typical Vegas cocktail waitress with a perfect body and flawless skin.  I watched her strut away from me and my typical male response was wondering what the chances were of me getting some female fun while I was here?  After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

I reclined back and waited for my beer.

It was bothering me that my eyes kept returning back to the young girl.  She and her mother had found lounge chairs no more than fifty feet from my cabana, and began to make themselves at home.  The mother flopped down on her back, her lounge chair fully reclined until it was completely horizontal.  She was spread out on her back in no time, her daughter left to do as she pleased.

I wasn’t staring, or at least I was trying not to, but my eyes kept going back to that patriotic suit, and wondered about that puffy top.  The brunette had removed the fedora, and most of the dangly jewelry, and proceeded to flaunt herself around the pool, as much as a kid can flaunt oneself.  That’s when some of her pageant friends came along, and the brunette reverted from being a show off to a somewhat normal kid again – a kid that bounced as she played.

I found her a curiosity.  She was obviously young, but unlike all the other young kids around her, she wasn’t a scrawny kid, she had meat to her.  The butt was full and round, her legs stocky and muscular, her hips had a slight flair to them making her look almost womanly, her tummy showed just a little pudge, not enough to be called chubby, but certainly wasn’t going to be showing a six pack anytime soon.  You could easily make out the muscular outline of her deltoids, and her arms and shoulders made her look like she’d spent some time in gymnastics or something.  Her smile was radiant, even from where I was sitting, and those cute little girl cheeks just begged to be tweaked. 

I was watching her even after the waitress had brought me my first, second, and then third beer.  My guard, and also my ability to remain sly had apparently been comprised.  As I sat sipping my beer, the little girl I’d been ogling, toweled off from the pool and headed towards me, staring at me the whole way over.  I quickly looked away and pretended to be looking at my beer.  I could hear her high-heeled flip flops swooshing my way.  I felt my skin turning red and I was embarrassed that I’d been staring at a young girl, waiting on her every movement to see if her bikini top would jiggle again.  I closed my eyes and pretended to be going nappy time.  I heard her flip flops swish over the concrete and stop very close to me, possibly even right next to me.  I dared not open my eyes.

I was terrified, I had visions of being arrested for even looking at a child the wrong way.  I heard the sound of someone making a smooching sound, and opened up my eyes in time to see the bubbly brunette standing just outside my cabana, blow me a kiss then flash me a million dollar smile and strut away.  The nerve of that kid! 

Inside though I was perplexed, why had I spent so much time staring at her?  Was it just the novelty of seeing a kid trying to act all grown up and showy?  I’d never once looked at a child that way before, I was into women, the hotter the better.  But this kid, she didn’t look like any other kid I’d ever seen before, she had curves, and apparently actual boobs growing!  Or at least the jiggle from her bikini top sure suggested that.  She was very petite, probably no more than four and half feet tall if my memory served correctly, and probably not even 90 pounds, if that.  Sure she was stocky, but still tiny compared to her obese mother, and looked a foot shorter than any of the mothers from the group she was with.  So she had to be young, but how could you explain the development?  Even as a stocky girl, she had the makings of an hour glass figure I noticed, and she did everything she could to make herself the center of attention.  I watched her, perhaps too much.

I guess the travel, the three beers, and the hot breezy Vegas weather had taken its toll on me.  I started feeling sleepy and felt the nap that I’d been feigning to the brunette, start to actually approach.

I was dreaming, and yet I wasn’t.  I could hear the kids around the pool carrying on, laughing and giggling.  I could hear all the other people around me carrying on their conversations, yelling at their kids, ordering drinks, everything associated with a hotel pool.  I was warm all over, not just from the warm Vegas weather, but maybe from the beer too.  I wasn’t sure, but I sure felt like I was floating on a cloud, and that was when I felt the hand on my crotch.  It was firm and warm, and I was unable to lift my head up or even open my eyes, although in my dream I didn’t really need to, I knew it was the cute little brunette.

Her hand expertly rubbed my growing erection through my swim trunks, stroking me with a practiced skill.  I felt a tug to the tie of my trunks being pulled, then heard the Velcro fly ripping open.  It was as realistic as any dream I’d ever had before, and then a new sensation came over me, a hot wet mouth encircling my erection, then plunging over the tip and sliding down the crown.  The lips were so soft and sensual, her small hand holding my cock by the base, gently sliding up and down using just the perfect amount of pressure to pump me and get me rock hard without getting me too excited.

I groaned as my passions rose, her hot mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around like my dick was a lollipop.  I heard her soft voice come out of the fog.  “Are you ready?”

I opened my dreamy eyes and saw the tarty little brunette kneeling between my legs, my steely cock gripped in her small hands.  Her face was lifting up from my crotch, her mouth still parted, a small stringer of saliva connected the tip of my cock and her lower lip.  She grinned at me, her smile sly and knowing.  Her left hand never left my saliva coated cock as she got up on her knees and straddled my hairy legs.  Her right hand grabbed at the crotch of her red and white striped bikini bottoms and pulled them aside, exposing her hairless vulva.  A vertical slit was all she had, no clitoral hood, no visible labia, just a vertical smile, which in my dream state looked perfectly sexy.

The heat coming from her pussy was palpable as she rubbed the crown of my cock through her slit.  There was wetness there, and it wasn’t just from her saliva on my cock either, the young girl’s slit was leaking, I could see it gleaming in the soft light coming through the roof of the cabana.

I groaned again as she smoothly sat down, swallowing my thick tool all the way to the root.  I knew I was dreaming since there was no way a girl this young could take my seven hard inches that easily, not to say she wasn’t tight as fuck, she sure as hell was.  What a fucking dream I thought as she started lifting her butt up,  letting my cock slowly slide out of her smooth quim.  I nearly cried as the wonderful feeling abated when my cock slid free of her clutching velvety sleeve.  I think a small cry actually escaped my lips.  She giggled and planted her fiery pussy back down on my rod.  She repeated the same move a few times, fully lifting off my cock before planting the full length back in her snatch.  It was almost enough to get me to cum, although in every erotic dream I’d ever had before, I’d never been able to stay asleep long enough to actually ejaculate.  This one I was pretty sure I could.  I’d also never had a dream this realistic before and thought maybe it was one of those lucid dreams because it sure felt real.

The brunette stopped her ‘pull out and slam back down’ move, and settled for a nice gentle up and down rhythm intermixed with a nice grinding motion, both our pelvic bones rubbing fiercely together.  It was the favorite position my wife and I so often used in our younger years, so that was another reinforcement that I was in a dream state.  I stared at the young girl’s face, her eyes were closed and face was screwed up in concentration as she ground her pussy down on my cock.  I reached up intent on finding out if the bobbing bra cups hid something real or fake.  I slid the patches of fabric aside and the most spectacular pair of nipples sprung free.  I’d say they were boobs, but they were a huge protruding pair of nipples capping cones of flesh.

The areolas were a good two inches wide, a rich brown color and domed out a good inch from the outer edges.  The nipple was just tiny nub, only slightly darker than the areolas themselves, and looked like they needed to be sucked on.  I was enthralled with what I saw.  She did have boobs after all!  Now I knew she was older then I originally thought, well…in a dream, anything is possible.

I sat up and sucked one of those breast buds into my mouth.  It was soft, spongy, and a little rubbery, but utterly delicious.  I sucked, and I sucked, and I sucked, then I switched to the other nipple.  The young girl’s gyrations sped up and her pussy ground down even harder on my pelvis, bucking around like crazy.  My cockhead was bashing into the firm nub of her cervix with every circular grind the young girl performed, it must have hurt somewhat because I felt it, although in a dream, as in life, sometimes a little pain during sex is a good thing!  In this dream, my little brunette partner sure seemed to like a little pain.  With one particularly hard grind, I felt her body start to shake, then felt a vise clamp down on my cock attempting to rip it off at the base.  The little vixen was coming, and coming hard. 

She let out the sexiest little moan I’d ever heard and that’s when I lost it.  My cock broke up inside her, spewing a fountain of cum up against her cervix.  She threw her head back and grabbed onto her fat nipples and twisted and pinched them like I would have been terrified to do.  Her bucking on my lap got more violent and erratic and spontaneously I reached between our bodies and grabbed onto where I figured her sheathed clit would be and feeling a little nub of flesh, pinched hard.

She let out a guttural gasp, froze stock still, then peed all over me.  Her golden flow stopped after maybe ten seconds, but my grip on her clit never did, and her body stayed still like a mannequin while her pussy quivered around my still steely cock.  Normally I would be soft as could be by now, but this tiny creature with the raging non-stop orgasm who was clutching my cock like her life depended on it, had me harder than I could remember since I was a teenager.

The sensitivity that usually followed my orgasms was quickly waning, and I was gripped with a desire to repeatedly ram my cock in this quivering body.  I sat up and spun the little girl around until her back was facing me.  I put her down onto her hands and knees on the padded lounge chair in the doggy style position, and slowly pulled my cock out almost all the way before smashing it back in.  I pounded her gash like my life depended on it, and both our breathing got heavy and raspy.  My hands had been gripping her hips tightly leaving red finger prints in her smooth flesh.  I let go and reached up to find her delectable puffy cones.  They were unlike any breasts I’d ever felt before.  I loved them, and did what I’d seen the young girl do to herself, squeeze and twist them mercilessly.  Her body reacted instantly, bucking back against my thrusts like a seasoned whore.  My semen that I’d planted deep into her immature vagina was now a frothy mess ringing our adjoined appendages. 

I knew I was getting close, and I suspected it wouldn’t take much to get this little tramp to cum, so I took one hand off a nipple and reached between her legs, looking for that small bundle of nerves that had elicited the pee response.  I found it and squeezed with all my strength drawing another guttural gasp from the girl.  She came like a wildcat slamming her pussy back at me like she was trying to swallow my cock and take it with her.  I felt warm pee flow onto my hand as she orgasmed, her cunt clamping down fiercely.  It was what I was waiting for and let the hot wet vice gripping me milk my balls.  I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her stocky body and let go of her clit.  She was spent, I was spent.  We both crashed and lay side by side while we caught our breath.  My dream world clouded around me and I figured it was time to let the darkness take me again.

What a dream!  I woke up with the sun still coming through the transparent roof, my swim trunks in place like they were when I feigned napping when the brunette walked by.  The front panel of the cabana was closed I noticed as I sat up, which was odd since it was open when I drifted off to sleep.  I went to stand up and felt the world swim out of focus for a moment, I still felt groggy from my nap, which wasn’t normal.  Usually if I had an afternoon nap, I was wide awake almost immediately.  I slowly stood up and took stock of my surroundings.  My half-drunk beer was warm, no surprise, the towel I was laying on was on the ground next to the lounge chair, no big deal, I’d probably tossed and turned a little in my sleep and it somehow got pushed off the edge. 

The hot desert air was making the inside of my cabana a little stuffy.  I got up and threw the front panels open and the pool and all its sunbathing and pool-going people met my gaze.  Almost by habit I looked for the bubbly brunette, and didn’t see or hear her.  Her mother was there though, and my blood ran cold. 

The huge tub of lard was sitting on her lounge chair staring daggers at me.  It was no casual glance either, she was staring at me like she was memorizing every detail of my face.  I suddenly felt extremely guilty, like maybe the dream was real after all.  I turned around and checked myself, nothing was out of place, other than the towel on the ground.  I recalled from my dream the girl peeing all over me and the lounge chair, I felt the front of my trunks and they were dry.  The padded lounge chair felt a little damp, but I chalked that up to sweat from my butt from laying on it while I was napping.  I pulled the waistband of my swim trunks out, fanned it in and out, and sniffed - nothing.  I figured if there was a chance I’d actually had sex, that there would be some residual pussy smell.  Nope, not a thing.

I shrugged and wondered if by some odd chance this woman had witnessed me staring at her daughter while she frolicked in the pool?  Nah, she was on her back sleeping the whole time.  I know because I kept checking.  All I could see were her fat legs and feet pointing my way, and her huge bulbous body, it even blocked out her head she was so large.  I had seen her mousy brown hair spilling out from the chair and knew her head was all the way back, so unless she had spy cameras set up somehow, there was no way she could have seen me gawking at her kid.

I grabbed my towel off the deck and left my half-drunk beer on the table as I left the safety of my cabana. I took a quick glance over towards the pool, scanning to see if the fat mom was still staring at me, which she was, and her little girl nowhere in sight.  I felt the woman’s icy stare and hurried back towards the hotel interior and the safety of my room.  I’d never felt so unnerved in my life.  I passed several kids that could have been pageant girls on the way to my room, none of them the precocious brunette.  I still had a nagging feeling like my dream was far too realistic to be just a dream, but if it was real, there would be some lingering aftereffect.  After all, she’d peed all over me, and I know there was residual cum all over me from me fucking her twice back to back.  I know my smell, I know pussy when I smell it, and there was nothing from when I checked my junk before leaving the cabana.  I made it to the elevator with no incident, not that I was expecting one, after all it was still just a dream. 

The single ding from the elevator car arriving snapped me out of my worrisome thoughts.  The doors opened and I stepped in blindly, and my breath caught in my throat as I realized a split second too late the car wasn’t empty.  My momentum carried me forward and I crashed into the little girl from the pool. 

My mind took an instantaneous snapshot and she looked exactly like I recalled, still wearing that stars and stripes bikini, high-heeled flip flops, and even with the added elevation, still only brought her to mid-chest on me, and that silly fedora covered her curled and teased hair.  She carried her bedazzled beach bag on her right arm, and it seemed most of her jewelry had been removed too, and all of those things I noticed in the fraction of a second before we collided. 

I didn’t even get a chance to get my hands up to absorb the impact, but hers did.  She already had her right arm bent at the elbow holding her beach bag, the other one came up equally quick and she threw her arms out in front to stop my momentum, and partially succeeded, unfortunately.  Her hands were at just the perfect height to smack straight into my crotch.   It was no loving caress either, her little fists punched into my manhood, and then glanced off my scrotum. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she reported in her high pitched southern drawl.  Her cute little mouth had formed a perfect little surprised “O” and her hands flew up to her face as she realized she’d just punched me in the balls.  Then the open mouth turned into a “please forgive little ole me” smile that seemed natural and practiced. 

I don’t recall exactly what sound came out of me at the moment, because I felt like I did every other time I’d been punched in the balls, my stomach lurched and my knees buckled, and I had to fight from grabbing onto my package and collapsing to the ground.  I felt bad enough that I’d run straight into the little girl, I couldn’t very well cup my balls in front of her either, even though I wanted to.

“Are you ok mister?  Gosh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she said as she bit her lip and stood there watching for my reaction.

“It’s ok, I’ll be alright.  Sorry, it’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.”  I was bent over, and my head was stooped at just the right height to check out her stars and stripes blue and white bikini top, and I couldn’t help myself but take a second to stare at them.  They were exactly like I remembered from my dream.  She looked like I remembered, and she was close enough that I caught that little girl smell of baby shampoo, cocoa butter sunscreen, and swimming pool.  God, she smelled like I remembered! 

While I was collecting my thoughts, the elevator doors closed.  I instinctively hit the button to my floor before realizing the little brunette was still in the elevator with me.  The doors starting closing and she made no attempt to get out, then we were off to the third floor.

By the time the elevator chimed, signaling the arrival to my floor, the urge to throw up had passed, but the aching in my sack still screamed at me with full force.  It had only been a scant few seconds, but not a word had been spoken by either of us since the doors closed.  I’d been fighting a dreadful feeling of deja vu that the sight and smell of this young lady wasn’t from a dream, but like it had really happened, we’d really had sex down in my cabana. 

The doors opened and I stepped out onto my floor and hobbled toward my room, which was only a few doors down, without even acknowledging the girl who’d just bashed my stones.  I hadn’t dared look back at the curly haired brunette for fear of seeing something, or hearing something that would suggest one way or another that my dream had been anything but a dream.  I swiped my key and walked inside and headed for the bathroom to relieve my full bladder and hopefully ease some of the ache from my groin.  As if getting punched in the sack wasn’t enough, the full bladder from drinking two and a half beers almost made me pee myself in the elevator!  I dropped my trunks as I walked into the bathroom and stepped up to the toilet and let myself go. 

The whole time I was pissing I was retracing the events of the afternoon, looking for anything that would reinforce one way or the other what had happened.  Falling asleep by the pool was the only thing that was really out of character for me, but given that I’d spent the day travelling through airports, then the three beers, it was totally understandable why I had taken an afternoon nap by the pool. 

Shaking myself dry, I thought maybe a nice hot steamy shower could clear the cobwebs away. 

I was cupping my aching balls and massaging my junk while the nice hot shower slowly brought me back to life.  The ache subsided and still I massaged and washed my equipment because…, well, smashed balls or not, I’m still a guy who likes to give the equipment a tug once in a while!  And what better time to think about stuff than when you have your cock and balls in hand?  Stuff being sex, hot women, big perfect breasts, real or silicone, neither mattered all that much as long as they didn’t look too fake.  And as I stroked my buddy to life, the haunting memory of my dream came to mind, and the visions of that naked child perched on top of me had me harder than a flag pole in very little time, which of course left me with a guilt complex that I wasn’t ready to deal with.  I found myself jacking off to the memory of a dream that still baffled me, why would I dream of having sex with a child? 

Immediately I let the guilt decide my fate and I let go of my stiffy and rinsed off.  While still toweling off, I walked into the main room of my suite and stopped dead in my tracks.  The scent of cocoa butter and baby shampoo briefly wafted before me.  I did a three-sixty and looked around, fully expecting to see the child I’d run into on the elevator standing in my room. But there was nothing, and then just as quickly the scent was gone.

Great, my mind is playing tricks on me.  What the fuck kind of vacation is this turning out to be?  I shook my head and cursed under my breath at my own amoral stupidity and looked out the window, hoping my head would see the real world and snap itself back into reality.  I saw the nice amber hue the skyline was taking on, and realized the daylight was already on its way out and figured a night out was exactly what I needed to do to get my mind off the bizarro afternoon I’d had.

Putting on a nice dress shirt and slacks, I went out to blow some money and get sloshed, anything to distract myself from my haunting dream and the odd run in, literally, with the girl in the elevator.  My balls were fully recovered now, but it was still such a freakish encounter that once again my thoughts went back to the kid, and wondered if the elevator mishap wasn’t all connected to the weird dream.

I started in the hotel casino and dropped more cash at the blackjack tables than I’d planned, the upside being the frequent rounds of comp’d drinks they were feeding me.  I dropped two hundred more at the poker tables before realizing my luck wasn’t going to get any better.  I bailed and went looking for more fun.

I tried a few clubs, stopped in at an open bar that had a band playing, and generally realized that if the nightlife was my primary reason for being here, I would have had much more fun if I’d brought a few of my buddies along.  Vegas is great fun, just not as much fun by yourself.  Inevitably I ended up at one of the many strip bars Vegas is known for, and dropped another wad of cash getting my blue balls ground all over by a steady stream of girls who wanted to be my best friends, or at least friends with my wallet. 

Frustrated at what I knew was going to happen, getting all horned up with no outlet in sight, I dragged my sorry butt back to my hotel and decided to call it a night.  It was barely past midnight and here I was sliding my key card through the door lock outside my room, tired and with all kinds of pent up sexual energy from the hot strippers who rode my lap for over an hour, and nothing but mister palms to help a guy out.

I walked into my room and caught that same whiff as before, the cocoa butter and baby shampoo scent.  That was fucking weird, where was that smell coming from?  I knew my room was locked when I left, and as I glanced around quickly, saw everything was in the same place as before.  I did a quick search…search for what?  A nine or ten year old kid hiding out in my room?  Where the fuck did that thought come from?  How would the kid get in my room in the first place?  It must be my mind playing tricks on me or something I figured, because when I walked around sniffing the air, there was nothing out of the ordinary, and certainly no cocoa butter or baby shampoo anywhere that I was responsible for.  My swim trunks!

I walked into the bathroom and picked up my swim trunks.  Maybe the kid got some lotion or something on my trunks when she accidentally punched me in the balls and that’s where the scent was coming from.  I sniffed, nothing, just the smell of whatever laundry detergent my wife used the last time she washed them, and maybe a faint smell of a few dribbles of pee from my last trip to the john.

Hmmm, whatever, I guess I just need some serious rest I thought as I walked back out into the main room.  I undressed and put on a pair of boxers and climbed into bed with the tv remote in one hand and my johnson in the other.  I switched on ESPN and settled in with my head propped up on pillows.  After a short while, I opened up the water bottle that I must have left on the bedside stand and took a swig.  That’ll cost me five bucks at checkout I thought with a laugh.  Oh well, when you’re thirsty, you gotta drink.

It wasn’t much later before I felt myself getting sleepy, and knew I should turn off the television, knowing the bright light would deprive me of a truly good sleep, but the drowsies were coming too fast and I let my eyes close.

I was having that dream again.  A hot wet mouth was engulfing my cock, it was still flaccid but the mouth working my tool was skilled, very skilled.  I was laying on my back still, and enjoyed the feeling as the suckling mouth brought me to full mast.  I didn’t even try to talk since it was a dream and that was all it was.

A warmth surrounded me and I felt soft warm skin wriggling up over mine.  It was luxuriously soft, and I lifted my oh-so-heavy arms up and wrapped them around the back of the woman sliding her naked form over mine.  I could feel her pointy boobs pressing into my chest as her lips found mine and our tongues met, it was as sensual a kiss as I’d ever experienced.  Her weight was barely perceptible over my body as I felt her slide her warm wet slit up and down my hard shaft.  I was eagerly anticipating the next moment that I knew was coming.  I felt my cockhead nestle up against her wet slit, and then she was shoving herself back hard against my erection.

A feeling of perfect bliss overwhelmed me as the tightest and warmest sheath swallowed up my entire erection.  She had every inch embedded in her fiery pussy. I gasped at the same time she did, and then I smelled it, the same smell that had haunted me all afternoon, cocoa butter and baby shampoo.  I snapped my eyes open and gasped.  Oh God, my child lover was back in my dreams again!  Why am I torturing myself this way?  I wanted to wake myself up and scream, but the pleasure was too great.  I let my child lover grind down on my pubic bone as she battered her tiny pussy down on my dick.  My cock was hard as nails and I savored every second that her overheated pussy abused my pole.  She wanted my dick so badly that I felt like I was the one being used, her fucking was aggressive to say the least, but oh so lovely.

I reached between us and grabbed onto those lovely cone shaped breasts with the oversized nipples, and tugged and twisted them the same way I’d done earlier today.  The little vixen redoubled her efforts to eat up every inch of my erection and my pubic bone in all honesty was getting a little sore from how hard she was grinding down on me.  I gripped those lovely nipples and gave a savage twist, and then my child lover lost it.  She bucked like a wildcat on me and had a massive orgasm, her pussy clamping down on me in a vain attempt to milk every drop of cum from my balls.

I didn’t let her.  I let go of her nipples and rolled her off me and onto her back, I positioned my much larger body between her widely spread legs and planted my steely cock back into her hairless twat.  I loved the feel of her tight pussy as I drilled into it with all my strength.  I was looking down at her as her eyes rolled back and she started shaking again.  I looked down and she was twisting those magnificent puffy nipples even more savagely than I had been.  She was coming again, and hard.

I waited until her spasms stopped before I resumed my rapid strokes into her tight little hairless snatch.  That’s when she looked up at me and with that high-pitched southern drawl, said, “Hi again.”  I wasn’t used to my lover speaking to me in my sex dreams, so I played along with it and answered back  “Hi again yourself you sexy little thing.”  She just giggled and then let out a sexy little sigh as I plugged her cunt as far as I could drive my steely hardness into her.

I was like a man possessed as I ground my cock in as deep as it would go, then crushed our pubic bones together drawing another high-pitched little sigh from her.  Why I thought a child mewling under my dick was sexy enough to dream about I didn’t get, but it was so real and so fulfilling that I went along with it.

She was reaching for her nipples again and I batted her hands away so I could stare at them for a few minutes.  Those nipples were something else too.  They pointed straight out like little perfect cones sticking a good two inches out from her chest, and they were huge too, well huge for her diminutive size.  I was getting off by the way they would jiggle in time with my thrusts, like the nipples were making them top heavy and they teetered like they were going to tip over, and then they’d snap back into place like only young flesh can do.  I wanted to suck the hell out of them, but at the moment, I just wanted to get my rocks off.  “Grab your nipples now, and really twist them good.”  I don’t know why I said that exactly, by my young lover did just that. 

Her moans were electric as she grabbed the brown nipple tissue and squeezed them with every bit of strength she had, then twisted them harder than any fully grown woman I’d ever seen.  It must have hurt like a bitch, but the young girl kept at it, and moaned like nothing I’d ever heard before.  I reached between our junction and grabbed onto her small but swollen clit, and gave that a squeeze.  I increased my pressure on her love bud as her gyrations under me increased exponentially.  Her pussy was clamping down on me with painful force, and then she screamed out an ear shattering, “Aaaaiiieeeeeeeee,” as her second orgasm gripped her.

I let her thrash about beneath me, my grip on her clitty never relenting for a second, and apparently her grip on her nipples only seemed to increase.  I was expecting her to pee on me like she’d done in my earlier dream, but she didn’t, instead she just thrashed around seemingly without end and had one of the most spectacular orgasms I’d ever witnessed carry on and on.

I let the sensation of her clutching pussy massage my cock for a few minutes longer until I couldn’t hold out, and spewed all of my evenings pent up sexual energy into a massive load of cum, burying it into her perfect little pussy.

I let go of her clit and carefully flopped down on top of her, pinning her beneath my full weight.  Her hot child breath was hot in my ear and even though I’d just filled her slim tube up with as much baby batter as my balls could make, I stayed hard as a rock.  This was the craziest dream I’d ever had, and I didn’t want it to end.

“That was fun,” she whispered into my ear.  “I don’t usually go back for seconds, but I had so much fun today I just couldn’t help myself.”

I was confused, why was my dream speaking to me like that?  I rolled off of her and let my still tumescent shaft slip out of her hairless quim.  I laid on my back trying to catch my breath while I processed what she’d said.  “Excuse me?” I replied back.

Her brunette curls fluttered as she sprang up and flopped on top of me, her wet pussy landing squarely on top of my hard cock.  She wasted no time and reseating my erection in her spermy cunt and did a slow grind on me. 

“I’ve had a lot of orgasms before, but today in the cabana was the best ever, and now these ones, oh my God, incredible!”  Her southern drawl was so cute, I couldn’t imagine why my brain was putting this scene together, but I went with it.

“You liked that huh?” I asked as I let my brain take this lucid dream wherever it was going to go.

“Oh yeah, so much.  When I caught you checking me out in the lobby, I just knew there was something special about you, and I was right.  I’m usually always right,” she said, so naively sure of herself like only someone that young can be.

I played along.  “Did you know I’d have such a big dick,” I said as I wiggled my hips and felt her tight little pussy grip me so wonderfully.

She was a quick wit too, and gave me a sly smile.  “I’ve had bigger.”  Then gave me one of the cutest little laughs that suggested she was partly playing with me, and possibly telling the truth.

“Is that so?  Well tell me my little darling, how many have you had?”  I figured no harm in pushing this little game of hers a little further.

“You mean bigger than yours, or just how many have I had total?”  Her radiant smile had faltered for a split second as she processed my question.

“Yeah, if you like fucking older men with big dicks, how many have you had?”  My curiosity was peaked, especially since this was just a dream, and what was the harm of stimulating my own slut fantasy?

“Oh, I have no idea, a lot.”

“What’s a lot?  I mean, have you been fucking long?  You’re so young.  How old are you anyway?”

She flipped her curly hair back over her shoulder, and sat up, pulling her knees up to her elbows with her feet next to my torso.  That sitting position mashed my cock as deep into her pussy as it could go, and it didn’t seem to faze her one bit, even as I felt my dick playing tag around the bundle of muscle that made up her cervical opening.

“Well I’m not supposed to tell that kind of stuff, but I like you, so I’ll tell you.  I’m supposed to tell people I’m nine, for the pageants of course, but I’m actually a little older than that.  And I’ve been having sex ever since my mom’s ex-boyfriend made me do it when I was eight.  He wasn’t very big thankfully because it hurt enough as it did.  Ever since then, I found out I like having orgasms and I like having sex, so I have sex whenever I want it, which is all the time.”  She said it so matter of factly that I was still puzzled why my brain was leading my dream down this path.

“And you like having sex with strangers?”  Her head bobbed up and down in agreement as she started slowly bobbing her hips up and down expending and then swallowing my cock up once more.

“Yup, you were my second today,” she said as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feelings she was creating in her small body.  I was staring at her face first, then back down to her amazing boobs.  I saw how flushed her skin was, and marveled at how her chest would rise and fall with her breathing as she started to work a little harder on fucking me.  Her titties were mesmerizing.

“I was the second guy you had sex with today?” I asked in utter disbelief.

“Mmm-hmmmm,” she said as she slowly nodded her head.  I had one more after you passed out in the cabana, then two more after I ran into you in the elevator.

I was starting to wonder where the fuck my dream was taking me because this was too farfetched even for my slut-loving brain to process.  I started doing the math.  “So you’re saying you’ve had sex with five different men today?”

“Uh huh,” she said as her bouncing on my dick became more energetic.  “Suck on my nipples, I want to cum again,” she pleaded in that oh-so-dick-hardening southern accent.

I couldn’t do anything but comply, and sat up enough to let her keep riding my cock like she was, and be able to reach her nipples with my mouth.  I sucked and chewed on those incredible teats until she came again, and milked my balls for the second time since the dream started.

“I have to pee,” she said sweetly as she climbed off and waltzed over to the bathroom.  Her sexy little strut was so enticing, and her body as petite as it was, had some lovely womanly flair to it.  Then she disappeared around the corner to do her business.  I wanted to ask her more questions about her sex life, since apparently my brain was creating a child nympho and there was no telling what perverted sexual history my own perverted brain could come up with for her.  While she was in the bathroom, I realized I was suddenly very thirsty and grabbed the water bottle off the table next to the bed, and swallowed the rest of the bottle in one long draw.

I don’t recall anymore dreaming that night, and woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming through my window, and somewhat of a hangover.  I went to roll out of bed and realized I was buck naked, which was strange since I’d gone to bed in my boxers.  That’s when I noticed my crotch hair was all matted and stuck together.  “What the fuck,” I murmured as I tried running my fingers through the crusty goop that had all my pubes glued.  I sniffed my fingers and it was definitely dried cum.  “I’m forty-four years old and had a wet dream last night?  Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with me?”

I suddenly had a wave of panic wash over me and looked around for any evidence that my erotic dream with the bubby curly haired pointy-breasted child was anything but.  I hurried over the door, and it was locked of course, all hotel doors automatically lock dumbass.  I didn’t recall throwing the deadbolt on, so that was no help.  I ran to the bathroom, everything was in order there, nothing to suggest anyone other than I had used the facilities.  I wandered back into the bedroom, didn’t see anything out of place, and then walked into the sitting room that made up the only other room in my suite.  Everything was as I remembered, my wallet was on the table along with the pile of cash I had in my front pocket.  My room key was there as well as a few comp tickets from the various places I’d hit last night.  Hmmm, what I am I even looking for?

I went about making a coffee with the Keurig machine in the room, and checked my body for any sign other than my own cum matted in my pubic hair.  I scratched the general area around my tool and shook my head in self-disgust as I brought my fingers to my nose.  If I’d banged that young girl last night for real, especially with her riding on top of me like a pony, there should be some residual pussy smell left behind.  I sniffed, nothing but my own musky crotch smell, along with that unmistakable dried up semen smell.  Yum, just the way to start day two of my Vegas trip, sniffing my own nighttime emissions. 

I drank my black coffee down quickly trying to clear the cob webs from my thoroughly confused brain.  Never in my life had I ever had such vivid dreams, and never in my life could I ever remember actually cumming in any previous erotic dreams.  I think I always woke up before completing the job.  Not yesterday, or last night even.  I think I came four times total, and the oddest part of all, was before yesterday, I’d never have thought myself capable of having an erotic dream involving a child! 

She offended me when I first laid eyes on her, that confident little strut she walked around with, that everybody-look-at-me attitude, and the trampy little outfits I’d seen her parading around in, she was just the kind of kid that pissed me off to no end.  She was the exact opposite of how I raised my own kids.  Yet I found her interesting to watch, she was entertaining, like a circus side show.  Maybe that was it, she was so over the top that I found watching her amusing.  Of course as I’d watched her prancing around the pool, I’d found her jiggly little breasts a curiosity, had they been real or not?  My dreams filled in the rest.  So what if that was what my brain had latched onto moments before I passed out from sheer exhaustion at the pool.   And after all, dreams aren’t real.

I had convinced myself that it was just a couple of very realistic dreams, and nothing more.  I showered, put on shorts and a t-shirt and went down to breakfast. 

Nothing eventful happened, and why should it?  Yesterday’s freakish dreams were nothing more than that.  I spied several moms and daughters at breakfast, and without their garish costumes and makeup, looked just like little girls should look, innocent and happy.  I looked around to see if the girl from my dreams was around, and didn’t see her.  I almost felt a little let down from not seeing her, but also somewhat relieved because there was still some lingering doubt that it had been more than a pair of dreams. 

I strolled through the lobby towards the casino, and happened to notice the sign for the pageant.  It showed the rehearsal times, and the times for the various components of the show.  I noted when they were and wondered if my curiosity would compel me to check it out.  Nah, why would I do that?  Just so I could see that curly haired brunette again and try to convince myself further that what I’d experienced wasn’t real?  I shook my head and went to drop some money at the slot machines.

An hour later and no profit to show for tangling with the one-armed bandit, I decided that hanging out at the pool might be a nice way to spend the remaining morning.  I stood at the elevator, and patiently waited for the doors to open, no need to barge in and get my balls smashed again like yesterday.  The bell dinged and I half expected the same little girl to come bursting out towards me, but as the doors opened, it was just an elderly couple before me with whom I exchanged pleasantries as we swapped places in the car.  Why was I so obsessed with this child?  I was here to relax and have a good time, and I kept expecting the demonic child who was torturing my every thought to appear around every corner!

Finally reaching my room, I slid the key through the reader and entered.  I tossed the key down next to the small card holder I was given when I checked in, and walked through the sitting room and was pleased to see the bedroom had already been made up.  I chuckled to myself when I saw a fresh bottle of water on my bedside table.  There’s another $5 bottle of water that I’ll get soaked for when I check out I thought sarcastically.

I changed into my suit and headed downstairs.  Thoughts of yesterday went through my head as I passed the cabana rental desk.  I had taken probably five steps past the desk before I stopped and turned around.  I can’t explain why, but I felt a compelling urge to get a cabana again.  Stop thinking about that little girl you fucking perv!

I think I had a permanent scowl on my face as I found my assigned cabana.  It was a little further away from the main crowd, and a little quieter I noticed as I elevated the backrest of the lounge chair so I could relax and still look around.  I made my mind up I was only going to check out women thirty years and older, so there would be no reason to feel guilty about where my eyes lingered.

I was happy to see not a single child in sight, and as I relaxed and gazed at the scenery, saw some decent looking women in the thirty-plus age range.  I smiled in spite of my own stupidity, assigning an age range for myself.  Whatever dumbass.

The server that was taking care of me suggested mimosas and a fruit tray to keep my snacking healthy, and I let her dote over me as much as she wanted.  I was enjoying myself very much and finally felt like I could relax and put those disturbing dreams behind me.  I was looking at a woman, specifically her most likely fake tits, laying out in the sun to the left of me about 20 feet away.  She had her head lolled to the side and I was pretty sure she was asleep, so my gawking at her was pretty safe.  Her skimpy bikini top had all my attention, until the woman behind her sat upright.  I nearly choked, it was the very fat mother of the child who had been torturing me in my dreams.

Shit!  If the mom is around, so is the kid!  All those emotions that I’d actively put behind me came flooding back.  My eyes scanned every face, every body, everything around me looking for the kid.  Not that I wanted to stare at her, or try to get her attention, I just suddenly felt very exposed, like when I was leaving yesterday and the mom kept staring daggers at me.  I was trying to follow the mother’s gaze and figure out where her attention was focused.  There were eight cabana’s along the other side of the pool area, three of them had the front curtains closed.  It looked like she was staring at the middle cabana.  I stared intently at it too, although I’m not sure why, there was no way to see inside when the curtains were closed, but I watched anyway.

After about twenty minutes I was starting to get very bored of watching a closed tent flap, and that’s when I noticed the side curtain flutter a little.  There’s a small gap in between the cabanas, most only about a foot or two apart, and that’s when I noticed the side flap lift up a very small amount, then drop back down.  It was hard to see from my vantage point, but it looked like someone had shoved something under the flap, like a duffle bag or something.  How odd I thought, then the small bag was followed by an even bigger object.  I recognized the colors right away, it was the red, white, and blue stars and stripes bikini that belonged to no other than my hauntress.   Mother fucker.

She stood up, straightened her bathing suit, then picked up the item that I’d first seen appear under the flap, her bedazzled beach bag, and then snuck around behind the cabana.  It looked like she’d turned to the right, and I assumed she was sneaking along behind the row.  Sure enough, she came sauntering around the far end of the row, four cabanas down, then strutted in her little hip-swinging slut walk all the way back to her mother.  The two chatted back and forth, then the little tramp dug into the beach bag and showed her mother an object.  It looked like a phone, because her mother took it, and I could see her swiping across the screen several times, then nod her head and hand the phone back to the daughter.

My blood ran cold in my veins, the little vixen had taken pictures inside the cabana.  I watched the two talk for another minute or two, then the little one walked away from the pool area, and disappeared.  The rotund mother laid back down and seemingly went back to sleep.

I waited to see what would happen next, expecting to see the curly haired girl try to sneak into another cabana to do what I feared the worst might happen.  Twenty minutes later I saw something that confirmed my suspicions, and no, it wasn’t the little girl coming back again, it was the flap of the cabana she’d vacated no less than thirty minutes before.  The flap swung wide and out stumbled a man who I estimated to be in his mid-fifties, he looked disoriented, but more than that, his swim trunks were sliding off his hip and looked ready to hit the deck.  He was gawking around looking for something, and I had a pretty good idea what he was looking for, the curly haired brunette girl that I saw sneak out of his cabana.

I watched as the mother stared the man down, memorizing every feature of his face.  Unlike with me yesterday, the obese woman got up off her fat ass and approached the man, whispered in his ear, then went back inside his cabana with him and pulled the curtains closed.  My heart was trying to pound through my chest cavity as I sat and waited for them to reappear.  It was maybe ten minutes later, and included what I thought sounded like some raised voices coming from that side of the pool, before they reemerged from the tent and walked towards the entrance to the hotel.  I waited another five minutes then packed up my shit and beat a hasty retreat.

I made it back to my room with no unexpected encounters.  I’ve never been one to believe in coincidences, so the pageant kid who’d been haunting my dreams, probably hadn’t really been dreams at all.  “Christ, did I really fuck a kid?  Four times no less?  What the fuck and I going to do?”  Why I was speaking out loud made no sense, but then again, nothing about this trip had made any sense.  Why did the mom hunt down that guy and not me?  Why did the kid come back again last night?  And how the fuck did she get in my room?  I jumped and ran over to the table where I had a habit of dropping the key card.  How the fuck?  The little folder card that they give you with the room keys was empty!  The other key was gone.  They gave me two keys when I checked in, and now there was only one!  How the hell did she get the other key card?   I know I only took one down with me yesterday to the pool… 

The smell, that was it.  After our elevator encounter, I was so preoccupied with my aching balls…, the little vixen must have followed me back to my room and walked in right behind me!  There was no other explanation.  And when I came back out of the bathroom, I could smell her scent because she’d actually been in my room! 

I paced back and forth trying to figure out why the mother hadn’t busted me yet like she did the other guy.  My pacing led me back to the window of my bedroom, and as fate would have it, I had a perfect view of the pool from three stories up, the perfect place to watch to see if my life was over or not.  I grabbed the desk chair from the sitting room and wheeled it over in front of the window. 

I must have sat there for half an hour before I watched the mother and daughter come sauntering back to the pool area.  It was like a well rehearsed dance, the daughter would splash around drawing as much attention as possible, and the mother would look for any males eyes that were a little too preoccupied with the little girl.  After a while, a server came over and spoke with the fat woman, they seemed to chat just a little too long to get just a drink order, then she left.  The server made her rounds but never came back with any drinks for the fat mother.  And I thought that was very odd, especially when the server girl came back and spoke with the mother two more times inside of an hour and not once brought her a drink.

I was keeping my eye on the little girl, well little wasn’t exactly the right way to describe her, petite was more like it since I had a pretty good idea that the breasts I was sucking on my dream were the real thing.  She was still splashing around like a kid, flaunting herself trying to keep all eyes on her, but every few minutes, almost like it was perfectly rehearsed, she would glance over at her mother, apparently looking for some sign.  I almost missed it too, the server I’d also been trying to keep my eye on while she make her rounds, stopping by all the adult patrons on lounge chairs, and giving particularly good service to the people in the cabanas, had just left one of the cabanas, and pulled the front curtain closed.  I had a feeling that wasn’t out of courtesy for the patron inside. 

I was starting to think the server maybe was just being courteous, because little miss stars and stripes was still splashing about in the pool, although maybe not as boisterously as she was previous.  Then the girl abruptly waded out of the pool and went over to her mother, she chatted and the mother gestured as surreptitiously as possible over towards the cabana that the server several minutes before, had pulled the front curtains closed.  I saw the slightest nod of the girl’s head before she sauntered off back towards the hotel entrance.

I watched and waited, and watched and waited, but never saw the girl come back to the pool area.  “I must be dreaming,” I said out loud as time ticked slowly away.

It was an agonizing thirty minutes later before I saw the front of the cabana open up slightly.  I could see a shadow at the opening but I couldn’t see who was looking out.  Of course you know who’s looking out I said to myself, who else could it be?  Then the side of the tent fluttered a little bit, but because of my angle, I couldn’t really see much.  I kept my eyes peeled and sure enough, about a minute later, there she was walking out from behind the last cabana, just like she did earlier.

What a fucking system I thought to myself.  Just as before, the daughter went to the mother, handed her the phone, then left the pool area, then about thirty or forty minutes later, a single man emerged from the tent looking very confused.  The fat mother approached him, and led him back into the cabana, and shortly thereafter, they left together.

The mother is pimping out her daughter, right in front of everyone!  And the server is in on it too!  No doubt drugging the patrons she was serving so the kid could go in, get a few compromising pictures with the guy, then split.  I was thoroughly disgusted, it had to be the same trick they’d pulled on me yesterday, well I wasn’t going to fall for it again.  The big nagging question was, when was the woman going to approach me for what I assumed was blackmail money?

I looked at the clock and realized I’d spent nearly three hours sitting there watching the child prostitute, because that’s what she was.  Then my mind went back to what she’d said last night, I was her second of the day, plus she did three other guys after me, she fucked five guys yesterday!  Holy fuck, five guys in one day, plus the two I saw today already, and it was only the middle of the afternoon!  Shit, she could have ten guys fucked in under forty-eight hours!  Christ, that was more partners than most women I knew had had in their lifetime! 

I don’t know why, but I realized I had a raging boner over what I’d witnessed and just deduced.  What didn’t make sense was why the girl had come back for more last night?  Didn’t she get the evidence she needed in the tent yesterday?  She needed to get more last night?  I figured the mom wasn’t going to involve the cops, otherwise she’d be equally busted, and I couldn’t be the only one who had witnessed what had taken place yesterday and today.  Then the enormity of it hit me, how many dudes has the little slut fucked?  My hard on was ready to burst.   The tramp fucked like a wildcat and came like mad every time we’d fucked, shit if she was like that with everyone, she must be some kind of nympho or something.

I was at odds with my morals, on one hand I’d apparently fucked a child, and as I patted my still hard cock, realized I’d not only liked it, but probably wanted to once again.  On the other hand, she was still a kid, and without proof that they’d drugged me, I was guilty of statutory rape of a minor.  And that got me thinking, the server drugged my beer, but what about last night?  I had barely asked the question when I knew the answer, I looked over at the bedside table and saw the water bottle.  If the kid had my other room key, she could have put a drugged bottle in place of the one the hotel put there.

I went over and picked up the bottle and examined it closely, the safety seal was still intact, and there were no puncture marks where a hypodermic needle could have been inserted.  This one was safe, but for how long?  Yup, that’s how the male brain works, here I am watching a young whore work the pool area with her mom and whoever the server woman was, and I’m already thinking the little whore was going to come back for more.  I laughed in spite of myself and went back to watching the pool area again.

I looked down, and didn’t see the fat mother or the child anywhere.  I was actually a little disappointed to be honest.  The voyeuristic thrill of watching a child prostitute herself over and over again was something I’d never in my life see again, and as morally wrong as it was, I wasn’t about to blow any whistles given that there might be DNA of mine somehow somewhere in her possession.

I’d skipped lunch watching the petite slut working, and realized now how hungry I was.  I showered and threw on some clothes and decided I’d wasted enough time worrying about an obese mother pimping out her daughter and whether or not I was caught in their trap.  I was either busted or I wasn’t, there was nothing I could do about it now other than enjoy the rest of my trip as best I could.

I had a nice dinner, and then walked up and down the strip looking for some fun, and found another casino to hang out in for a while.  I eventually ended up in the casino bar, and while knocking down my second drink, struck up a conversation with a nice looking lady.  Three more drinks later and her flirtations started having an effect on me, I actually thought I might get lucky. 

As it turns out, hookers are pretty good at convincing men they might get lucky.  For five hundred dollars, I could get as lucky as I wanted to get with her.  I was crushed.  Here I was thinking it was my charm that had her so interested in me, and it was just the cash in my pocket all along.  Shit, I could bang the fuck out of my curly haired child hooker for free, and she’d be a fuck of a lot tighter than a forty year old Vegas hooker.  Fuck that.

I politely declined her invitation and got up and left.  I was walking away from a sure thing, albeit a bit of an expensive sure thing, and walked back to my hotel.  It was barely nine o’clock and I was tired, but not too tired to take several laps through the hotel hoping to see my little lover.  I felt very awkward as I trudged up and down hallways, nowhere near my room, and no good reason for why I was aimlessly wandering the halls.  “Fuck this,” I mumbled under my breath, then headed back towards the lobby for one last spin through before going back to my room. 

I was just entering the lobby when I spied her, she was standing with a group of girls, no mothers in sight anywhere.  She was dressed as comically as I’d expected.  She had on a horizontal striped sleeveless dress with a scoop neck that plunged almost down to her cleavage.  The dress itself was so short that I thought maybe it was meant for a much shorter girl, even though she was already plenty short.  The hem couldn’t have been more than a few inches below her butt cheeks, and tantalizingly close to her pussy.  Her hair was teased up like I’d seen yesterday, and she had gobs of makeup and jewelry on, and to top it all off, she sported four inch stiletto heels.  She looked ridiculous actually, but in a good way I supposed because I felt my cock start twitching in my pants.  I stopped staring at her hemline and looked at her face.  Her smile beamed across the room and the pure happiness and joy that was expressed on her face made her look positively radiant. 

I’d seen a much different look on that face last night, the pained look of non-stop earth shattering orgasms that had rocked her world in such an amazing way.  I felt the twitch again and knew I had to have her once more before my trip ended.  As I passed, she looked my way for only a fraction of a second, and this time I was the one that winked at her.  Whatever words she was in the middle of saying to her friends caught in her throat, and I think I actually saw a slight blush spread across her cheeks as she diverted her attention back to her friends.

I felt nervous shivers flow through me as I headed to my room.  I walked into my room and maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, but I thought I caught her magical scent.  I hurried over to the water bottle and checked the lid, it was intact.  “Damn,” I muttered under my breath.  I turned on the light above the table and examined it closely, I felt my cock lurch again.  There, just under the cap was a very small puncture mark!  That wasn’t there before I concluded, which meant my child lover had been in my room and had left me a tampered bottle!

“Shit, now my finger prints are on it too.”  I put the bottle down and walked over to my suitcase, and then pulled out the ziplock bag that I had my travel liquids in.  It wasn’t big enough to zip up with the bottle in it, but it would keep the fingerprints safe and unsmudged.  I had a plan formulating in my head, and it involved both the big and little heads!

A half hour of running around and I had what I needed.  I replaced the drugged water bottle with one from the vending machine, and emptied about half of the contents before putting it back on the bedside table.   I put the coiled up CAT6 network cable in the bedside drawer along with the little binder clip and the elastic bands I got from the business office.  The clip was the type that had the twin arms that allowed you to open the jaws nice and wide, they also generated a nice amount of force between the jaws.  I grinned at my odd collection of items, my dick getting firmer in anticipation of my intended purpose.  Now all I had to do was wait.

I crashed on the bed in just my boxer shorts and turned the tv on.  Bored with what was on, I found an on demand movie to watch for ten bucks, eh, it was better than what I would probably be blowing down at the casino anyway.  I was nervous as fuck waiting for what I hoped would be another encounter with the effervescent pageant model.

I was maybe an hour into the movie when I heard the door open.  Thankfully the bedroom was one room removed from the door because it gave me a few seconds to feign sleep.  My head was lolled to the side and the remote still in my hand like I’d fallen asleep channel surfing, in hindsight since I was watching a movie, it probably seemed a bit out of place, but it didn’t really seem to faze the young girl.

I listened to every sound she made and I fought like hell to keep my dick from getting hard, which it was leaning towards doing.  First I heard her kick her footwear off, then heard the rustling of clothing and a soft whoosh of what I assumed was her clothing hitting the ground.  I heard some clinking, and had to guess that she was rummaging through a bag of some sorts, since she always had some kind handbag on her arm at all times.  I heard her footsteps and wondered why it sounded like she was walking away, then I heard the splash of water that could only be her releasing her bladder.  I never heard a flush, but I heard her bare feet sliding over the tile floor before the unmistakable sound feet on carpet, and my bed was just a few feet beyond that.  I felt the bed stir as her light form climbed up to join me.

Her touch was delicate as she made contact with my shaft, her small fingers tracing lightly up and down each side, I think I nearly moaned just from that.  I kept silent though as her light touch had me rock hard in seconds.  She reached through the open fly and gently eased my cock out through the opening, the cool room air was an interesting contrast to her warm touch.  I half expected her to start jacking me but instead, I suddenly felt the same warm and wet sensation I’d already felt twice already.  Her delicate little mouth was wrapped around my cockhead and it felt divine.  Her small hand wrapped around the base of my rod and she slowly and softly began stroking it, I let out a sigh and realized I’d been holding my breath.  My head rolled over to the side as planned.  I’d thought it through, how I would fake being drugged, and this was what I hoped would fool her.

I was very close to blowing my load when her sucking lips left my prick.  She was shimmying up my body, and she was as light as a feather as I recalled from what I thought was a dream.  I slowly opened my eyes and pretended to be very groggy.  She was staring at my face watching for my reaction, and my reaction was nothing short of having my breath taken away.  She was on all fours, her smile bright, her face a mask of pure happiness as she slowly crawled up my body, then I noticed her cone shaped breasts pointing straight down towards my chest, I know my cock lurched just looking at the those enormous nipples. 

I still couldn’t believe a girl that small could have such huge nipples.  I guess technically they were huge areolas since they were large and puffy, two inches wide and doming out a good inch from the edges and capped by just a slightly darker center.  I didn’t care how to describe them other than they were fantastic and I couldn’t wait to start playing with them. 

She smiled, and I smiled back.  “Hi again,” she whispered in her increasingly sexy southern drawl as she brought her face up to mine and settled her light body on top of me.  My arms wrapped around her small frame instinctively and held her tight, her legs were splayed open with her knees on either side of the bed beside mine.  I could feel the heat from her groin press down on my cock as she pressed her lips up to mine and kissed me.

I couldn’t believe this was a child, she kissed me more passionately than my wife ever did, or any other girlfriend that I could recall.  I broke the kiss and whispered back to her, “Hi again yourself.”  She let out a little giggle that melted my heart, then started kissing me again.  Her pointy little boobs pressed into my chest about the same time I felt her start grinding her hips down on the tip of my cock.  She was so short that with her mouth locked onto mine, even in my partially upright position on the bed, her short torso prevented her pussy from fully reaching my dick.  He pussy was lined up however, and as she disengaged our kiss, she rocked her hips back and started slowly eating up my cock in her wet constricting cunt.

“Ohhhh,” I groaned as she continued her gradual descent on my tumescent member.  Her own little grunts were so childish but sexy at the same time.  My hands were still clutched around her small back and I was truly in awe that this small child could take on a cock my size.  I’m no porn star, but my seven inches were rock hard, and I’m very thick, so to say her little pussy was stretched out was an understatement.  It felt like she was trying to strangle the life out of my cock, and judging by the look on her face, it was taking all her effort to get used to it once again.  I was so tempted to grab her by the hips and ram the rest of my cock up into her pussy in one thrust, but I let her be in control.

I stroked my hands up and down her sides, then down to her slim thighs as I enjoyed the silky feel of her taught young flesh.  She was smooth and creamy, not all old and wrinkly like my wife, or any of those sun lizards I’d seen lounging around the pool today, no this was flawless perfection.

I had to put aside my guilt and my morals since I couldn’t use being drugged as an excuse for finding such pleasure in this young girl.  She was every bit as sexy and sexual as any woman I’d ever known, and for the sake of the velvet vise she had wrapped around my boner, could put those morals on park for the moment.  Her small hands held my face as she once again tried to kiss me, unfortunately she couldn’t without disengaging from my cock that was so deeply embedded in her soaking wet pussy, so I obliged her and sat up.

Her knees were bent back in a straddle position as her weight pressed down on us both.  It looked a bit uncomfortable for both of us, mostly me because I didn’t have the abdominal strength to sit upright on a soft bed with my legs outstretched like that, so instead, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled each of her slender legs until they were pointing straight out behind me.

I could see that this was probably a new position for her, and it inspired me to try something I never would have been strong enough to do with my wife.  “Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight,” I said as I hooked my arms under her knees, and then stood up.  Her body tensed as she went airborne.

“Oh my goodness,” she squealed as her own weight dropped her down, impaling her pussy on my cock.  Her pussy clamped down and squeezed me like no tomorrow, her arms tensed and I moved my hands underneath her and cupped her tiny little butt cheeks.  It was like holding two small melons, one in each hand.  She weighed next to nothing as I picked her up by the butt cheeks and let her drop back down, sending my bloated cock as deeply as her young pussy could handle.  Her childish “oofs” and “ahh’s” were going to drive me over the edge far too quickly as each thrust elicited another verbal response from her, that, and her magnificent little breasts were jiggling and it was maddeningly erotic.

I wasn’t going to last much longer, and it was far too early to be letting the cum that had been brewing all day long burst out this quickly.  I spun around and dropped her on her back onto the bed, my cock slipping from her heated muff.  I saw her hole gaping open at me and knew I had to taste her.  Her legs were still hooked over my forearms so I grabbed onto them and pushed her legs back as far as I could, her knees nearly parallel with her head.  She was as vulnerable as she was ever going to be, and she had a look on her face like something wasn’t right, like maybe I wasn’t feeling the drugs like I was supposed to be feeling.  I didn’t care, I dove in and stuck my tongue as far into her gash as I could, splitting her tasty pussy wide open.  She was sweet like honey, and had barely any of the womanly aroma she would develop in the years to come.  It didn’t even dawn on me that she might have taken as many as five or six loads of cum into her pussy throughout the day as she worked the pool for customers, she was ripe and tasty and that’s all I cared about.

I slid my tongue up along her immature folds and peeled back the flesh covering up the little bud that I knew was hiding in there.  I swirled my tongue around her clit and she just about launched herself off the bed.  “Ooooeeeeeh,” she squeaked as I looked up to see the expression on her face.  Her head was thrown back and it was shaking from side to side.  The twin cones of her breasts were inviting me to grab onto and squeeze them, but it would have meant letting go of the backs of her legs, and I really liked her being in this vulnerable position.  “Grab onto your nipples, and squeeze them hard,” I demanded.  She immediately complied and her breath started becoming ragged, her chest heaving in time as I went back to her clit, licking, sucking, and chewing on the little bud.  I could feel it becoming more and more engorged with blood as I teased and tortured it. 

I waited until I was sure she was ready to pop, and then pulled my face back from her yummy cunt.  I kept her legs bent all the way back near her head, her pussy wide open for my plundering, I positioned my cock head at her opening and gave a mighty thrust, burying all seven thick inches into her in one motion.  “Agghhhhhhh,” she moaned and then I pounded her like a ten dollar whore, bashing my cock into her as deep as I could.  She was thrashing wildly about the bed, and that’s when I pulled open the bedside drawer and pulled out the binder clip, and with my free hand pulled her cleft open exposing her engorged clit and snapped the clip into place, trapping the sensitive nerve bundle in its tight jaws.

I was ready for this and reached down and covered her mouth before her ear shattering scream got a chance to be expelled.  “Pinch your nipples harder!” I barked.  I could see her tiny fingers twist and squeeze her beautiful nips like she was trying to rip them off her small body.  She immediately went into convulsions and shook so hard the bed shook along with her.  A little bit of pee squirted out and her legs tried to shoot out straight.  I was having none of it and held her legs bent backward up near her head like before I clamped the clip onto her clit.  Resuming the brutal fucking I’d been giving her before I slipped the clamp on, I picked right back up and hammered into her tiny cunt while her orgasm rolled on.

I had every intention of taking the clamp off her clit once her orgasm started, but she wasn’t slowing down one bit.  I looked down where the black metal bit into her flesh, and her little clit was starting to turn purple from all the trapped blood in there.  Her nipples were squeezed so tight in her death grip that they were starting to lose their darker color, and still her orgasm seemed to roll along.  It was going to have to abate sometime soon, otherwise I was going to dump all my cum into her pussy before she finished.

I pulled my rampant cock out from her hole before I shot off, just to take a few seconds break, and her orgasm seemed like it was going to die down  As I looked down, my jaw dropped open, her pussy remained wide open, a huge cavern remained where my dick had just been, and I just about lost it.  I was majorly into gaping pussies and this one looked massive compared to her tiny size.  I shoved my steely rod back in and delighted in the swampy heat and the girl’s shaking and squirming started right back up again. I pulled back out, enthralled with her outrageously huge gape, and heard her moans diminish.  I shoved back in and she ramped right back up in time with my thrust with her shaking and groaning.

I wasn’t going to last much longer, not with her pussy clamping down on me every time I bashed it back inside, and it was amazing really, she would remain gaped open after I would pull out, but hug me so tightly when I shoved back in.  God damn she was so fucking sexy.  I was ready to blow but had an idea where I wanted to deposit my cum.

I rolled her onto her hands and knees, and once I had her in the doggy position with my rampant erection stuffed back inside her slim tube, pulled her arms out from underneath her so her chest was pinned down onto the bed cover.  I pulled the hands back behind her and held both together at the wrists while I slowly rammed in and out of her small body.  She had tensed up for a moment, but once the fucking resumed, she seemed to relax again.  That was when I reached back into the bedside table drawer and pulled out the CAT6 network cord.  I quickly wrapped several loops around her wrists and tied them together.

I rolled her back over again onto her back, with her arms pinned underneath her, and pushed her knees back up by her armpits.  I loved the way it made her pussy split open, and gave it the perfect angle for my cock to spear back into her.  She groaned loudly as I bottomed out inside her pubescent body and fucked her for all I was worth, stretching her love chute with my thick cock.  I stared at our junction, and marveled at how huge my cock looked slicing into her hairless pussy, marred only by the black metal binder clip holding her clit hostage.  The bumping of my pelvic bone against the clip had the girl grunting with every thrust, her cute little high pitched southern drawl evident in her “uh’s” and “oh’s”.  I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer as I ground my cock into her cunt.

Just as I felt my balls tighten, I grabbed the poor girl by the hips and dropped her not so gently onto the floor, no doubt the binder clip twisting her little clit mercilessly in doing so.  Her eyes flew open wide and her mouth opened to let out a scream, but I cut it short by jamming my whole cock into her wide open mouth.  I pushed it all the way back in until I felt my balls on her chin.  My seven inches were in her throat cutting off her air supply, that’s when my dick exploded.  Shot after shot of ropey cum blasted out of my cock, shooting straight down her throat.  I waited until at least four shots were down her gullet before pulling out and glazing her cute little face with the last five or six shots.  Yeah, it was a huge load.

I thought for sure she would be furious, but all she was doing was sitting there shaking, her glorious nipples jiggling up and down.  Jesus Christ, she was cumming again.

I reached behind her and quickly untied her arms before grabbing her under the armpits and hoisting her back onto the bed.  She flopped down like a rag doll as I spread her legs and squeezed the arms of the binder clip, releasing her purple swollen clit.

“Aaaahhgggg,” she screamed as the blood rushed back into the bundle of nerves.  Her hands immediately reached for her crotch.  I wasted no time and flopped down on the bed next to her and latched my fingers around the far nipple, and my mouth around the closer one.  I squeezed and sucked like mad, and I looked at my little lover’s face, it was screwed up tight again, that’s when I looked down and saw her rubbing her pussy like mad, one hand trying to rub her clit right off her body, the other hand three fingers deep in her cunt.  She was still cumming.  Wow, was all I could think.  I was jealous as hell at the way this little minx could cum.

I released her nips and waited for her to finish her cum.  It was probably only another fifteen seconds or so, but in that fifteen seconds, I think I fell in love.

“How was that?” I asked when she finally became still and looked over at me, her face still glazed with my cum.

“I’ve never orgasmed that hard in my life.  What was that thing you put on my clitty?” she asked in her darling southern drawl. God I could just eat her all up she was so sweet and sexy. I held up the binder clip that I’d tossed on the bed next to her and showed her.  “Did it hurt?”

She rolled onto her side towards me and threw her slim little leg over my hip, pressing her still wet pussy up against my flaccid cock.  “Yeah, a lot, but I was so turned on that it immediately pushed me over the edge, and then I couldn’t stop.”  It was such a freakish thing, hearing this child talk about sex so easily, and sounding so sweet and innocent while doing so, God I wanted to bang her again in the worst way possible.  Then she used her fingers to wipe the cum from her face, then lick it off her fingers and swallow.  She grinned at me and just said, “Tasty.”  And with that, I was on my way to getting hard again.

I think she sensed life coming back to my cock because she rolled me onto my back and flung herself on top of me with her pussy in my face and her mouth immediately latching onto my soft cock.  It didn’t stay soft for long, not with her swallowing the whole length into her mouth, and the head of my cock dangling down into her throat.  Her chin was pushing hard into my pubic bone and her top lip trying to suck more of me inside her mouth.  There was nothing more to give, she had every fraction of an inch of my cock as far into her mouth as there was.  I couldn’t believe this child was deep throating me all on her own, it felt incredible.

And with her bald little slit right in front of me, I returned the favor.  I grabbed into her hairless pussy and pulled it wide open, exposing everything she had.  Her tunnel was dark and enticing as it yawned open for me, it had to be an inch wide from side to side, and I wanted so badly to stick my member back inside.  My tongue had to suffice for the moment as I stuck the pink thing in as far as it would reach, her muscles sensing the intruder and clamping down on it.  One minute a gaping cavern, the next, gripping and expelling my tongue.  I was thinking of how I might be able to pack this girl in my luggage and take her home with me, that’s how smitten I was with her and with what her body could do.

I’m kidding of course, but as soon as she had me hard enough, she jumped up and turned around and before sitting down, grabbed onto my pecker and stood it straight up so she could impale herself on it taking it all the way down to the root.

“Do that thing to me again where you pick me up in the air, that was fun!” she said with a flourish.  Her southern accent was so fucking cute too.  I complied and picked her up and bounced her up and down on my prick.  She had a sad look on her face and asked her why.  “I can’t play with my nipples when we’re like this, and it feels so good when I play with them when we’re having sex.”  I noted she didn’t say when “she” was having sex, she said when “we” were having sex.

“I’m already on it princess,” I said as I turned around and sat back down on the bed, releasing my hands from her delectable little butt cheeks.  I reached into the drawer and pulled out the elastic bands and triple looped them around my three of my fingers.  They were so tight I could barely open up my fingers enough to place them over her left nipple.  I used my free hand to pull the rubbery flesh through my spread fingers, and then released it, trapping the puffy areola within the elastic band.  She shrieked as the rubber bit into her flesh, but then I felt her hips start to grind down in my cock which was still embedded in her tight pussy.  I adjusted the elastic a bit, making sure I had the whole nipple trapped tightly in its confines.  I could see the color start to darken immediately, and she swooned at the effect.  I did the same to the other nipple and marveled at how much puffier her nipples were getting with her flesh trapped so beautifully.

I picked her back up and started bouncing her pussy up and down on my shaft, nearly vacating my whole cock with every outthrust, and then slamming it back in all the way, my cockhead bashing her cervix with every thrust.  The little minx seemed to be into pain as every time I would fully seat my cock, she would give me one of her patented grunts of pleasure. 

She pulled away from me for a second just as my cock drilled up inside her once more.  I thought she was just trying to give me a better angle to smash into her from, but I was only halfway right.  “Can you put that clip back on again?  I want to see if I can orgasm like that again.”

I chuckled a little, “Sure thing my dear.” I walked her over to the small table with me, and enjoyed the sensation of her tight little pussy wrapped around me as I walked.  Jeez, wouldn’t it be lovely if I had a harness made that could hold her up against me like this always?  I laughed thinking back to the Baby Bjorn we used to carry the kids around in when they were infants.  I quickly brought my thoughts back to the girl perched on my cock because thinking of my own kids, who were much older than this girl already, isn’t what I wanted to think about at the moment.  I grabbed the clip and carried the girl into the other room, passing her handbag she’d left on the low dresser on the way by, and marched her over to what I guess was supposed to serve as a dining table, and gently dropped her down onto it.

“Ooh that’s cold,” she said as I fumbled with the clip.  She was the picture of perversion as she lay there on the table, her normally cone-shaped titties were flattened out thanks to the tightness of the elastic bands, and her huge puffy nipples were twice their normal size from all the engorged blood filling them.  I leaned back and pulled her labia back and squeezed and pulled on her clit, trying to get it worked up and pulled as far from her body as I could get it.  I opened up the jaws and let them snap shut, a little less gently than the first time.

She used her own hands to stop her scream this time as I was too preoccupied with how distended her clit suddenly looked.  I think she started cumming immediately and I wasted no time in slamming my cock in and out of her quim at a lightning pace.  I stared down at the junction of our two bodies and was amazed by the sight.  As I mentioned earlier, I don’t have a super long cock, but seven inches has allowed me to hit bottom with every woman I’ve ever been with, and this tiny little girl was shockingly deep given her young age and diminutive size, but it was the girth relative to her tiny size that had me harder than a fence post.  I was blessed with a really thick cock, and boy did it ever look huge as it slammed in and out of her.

I wanted to take a picture of it, or maybe even a video, but I knew how stupid of an idea that was, I would have to commit this vision to memory for all time.  My cock was nearly as thick as the meaty part of her arms, and was nearly as big around as her ankles, she not only didn’t seem to mind, but seemed to relish the stretch as she continuously orgasmed on me for minutes on end.  She squirted a little more pee on me but I didn’t care, I was having the fuck of a lifetime, plowing in and out of her pussy.

I don’t know why it took me that long to remember her gaping pussy but I did, so I pushed her knees back up near her head once more and pulled out completely marveling at her gaping maw, then slammed back inside in one push.  I did that non-stop for what had to be a few minutes, all the while she seemed to be having one continuously long orgasm.  On my last withdrawl, and noticed her pink little rosebud of an anus winking at me, and without hesitation aimed lower and thrust as hard as I had been all along.  If I thought her pussy was tight, her asshole was even tighter.  I sunk in all the way in one push and reveled in the tightness of her clutching sphincter.

My little princess let out a guttural moan that had even me impressed as hell.  She was cumming even harder, if that was even possible.  I started bashing her colon the same way I’d been rocking her cervix and her body was shaking harder than ever.  I wasn’t going to last any further, and when I felt my balls tighten, I debated about flooding her ass with my cum, her pussy with my cum, or maybe even running around to the other side of the table and jamming it down her throat again.  The last idea grabbed hold of me and just as I felt the first spurt start its travel down my shaft, and pulled out of her rectum and scooted around towards her head.  My sexy little child lover knew exactly what I had in mind and leaned her head off the edge of the table and hung her head down to give me a straight line down her throat.

I surged into her open mouth and shoved my cock fairly unceremoniously right down into her tight little throat.  How such a small girl could take my very thick cock into her throat could only be the result of years’ worth of training on similarly large cocks.  The thought of this girl deep throating other dudes had me sending wave after wave of baby batter down her throat.  I kept my cock jammed all the way in for what had to be a full minute before I realized the poor thing probably couldn’t breathe, especially since my balls were draped all over her nose.   But the lack of oxygen if anything may have made her orgasm even harder as her shaking became more intense. 

I was staring down at her body since her face was trapped between my thighs, and all I could see of her head at all was where my cock entered and where my thick member stretched out her neck, I was that deep into her.  That’s when I squeezed her protuberant nipples trapped inside the tight elastic bands, and that’s when she went on overload and passed out.

A slow trickle of pee had escaped her cleft as she lay there on the table, naked as the day she was born, well other than the little ankle socks with the lacey trim on them she was wearing.  I gently pulled the elastics off her nipples and then the clip off her clit, and carried her to my bed.  Now it was my turn to take care of her while she was passed out.

I used a warm cloth to wipe the brown smear from around her mouth where some of her ass juice had been left behind.  What a trooper, not only did she take my cock ass to mouth without complaining, but then let me asphyxiate her with an outrageously long deep throat while I emptied my balls for the second time in under an hour.

With her immediate needs tended to, I went over to examine what was important enough to make this young girl carry a handbag around with her everywhere she went.  The first thing I found was her phone, and it was in a cleverly hidden recess in her bag that would allow her to record our intercourse as evidence.  Oddly enough, it wasn’t recording.  I went through her photo album looking for evidence of our two previous encounters, and again found nothing, but what I did find was jaw dropping. 

I scrolled through all the remaining pictures and videos and was utterly stunned.  Every picture and video was of her either with a dick in her mouth or pussy, the latter being the more prevalent of the two.  This was her digital history of all her recent sexual partners, and it was beyond belief.  I looked to see how many were repeat customers like I’d been, and I couldn’t find any.  I went through a shitload of pictures and videos and no two seemed like the same guy, of course after scrolling through that many, it would have been impossible to tell.  They ranged in age from guys in their twenties to old men who could be in their eighties!  There was over a thousand pictures and maybe half as many videos.

I was in shock, this little slut had fucked maybe as many as fifteen hundred guys!!!  No wonder she could take my seven thick inches so easily!  Out of curiosity, I scrolled through looking for the biggest dicks just to see if any looked as preposterously huge as mine looked embedded in her slim body.  She was an equal opportunity gal I noticed as there were plenty of black dicks as well as Asian, Hispanic, and Caucasian dicks in her.  A few of the black dicks looked like they might put my meat to shame, but it was hard to tell, they all looked huge in her small body. 

As I flipped through the pics, something dawned me, and I was sent into another bout of incredulity, her phone was less than a year old!  Holy fuck, she banged all these dudes in under a year!! And she said she’d been fucking since she was eight, and although she claimed to be nine, she was older than that.  Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of dick!!  My boner had returned full force as I leafed through her pictures, I so badly wanted to make copies of them all, but didn’t know how without leaving a trace.  Oh well, no time like the present to make more memories of my own since I can’t capture the memories of the guys she’s already fucked!

I took my raging hard on back to the bed and pulled back the covers.  She was on her side curled up like a baby.  I rolled over next to her and spooned her petite body, my arm wrapping around her slim waist and pulling her small body tight up against my much bigger, and older, body.  I relished her warm and supple skin as she sunk back into my body, sighing as she snuggled up next to me.  I rubbed my rampant cock in between her butt cheeks and slid my cock head through her moist slit.  My bloated head parted her labia and slowly started pushing inside her body, not stopping until I fed her my whole cock again.

“Find what you were looking for over there?” she whispered to me as she started pushing back against my hard cock.  I was busted, but what did I care?  I was right where I wanted to be.  “Nope, I found what I was looking for right here,” I said as I nibbled on her ear, and slid my hand up and cupped one of her cone-shaped boobies, drawing a sexy little purring sound from her.  God how I adored this child.

“Mmmmm, much better,” she whispered back, and then we slowly made love for the first time, not just fucking like wild animals.

I fucked her silly every night for the rest of my stay, after she’d spent her day out fucking and making their living.  I didn’t mind, I wasn’t her first fuck, nor was I ever going to be her last, nor was I going to fuck up my life back home for an insatiable little tart, which is what she was.

In the hours we spent together, I got the whole sordid story, her mom’s boyfriend at the time had started fucking her tiny little pussy when she was just eight years old while her mom was at work.  He fucked her daily for hours on end, and little by little she learned to love it, especially after the orgasms started, then she learned to crave it constantly.  That boyfriend left, then another one came into the picture, she seduced him and then fucked the shit out of him all the time.  Not only did he love fucking her tiny little pussy, but he was the one who got her doing it with other men for money, and she took to it like a fish to water.  She’d dress in her sexy little way and find any man who wanted a piece of young tail.

He was the one who had her start with the blackmail pictures to buy their silence, and even came up with the idea of going to beauty pageants as an excuse to flaunt her sexy little body around hotels full of men.  The mom was shocked when she found out, and especially shocked after she learned how much money the little tramp could bring in, and found the opportunity to make serious dough too irresistible to walk away from.  The drugs made it even easier to rope in the johns and blackmail them.  The boyfriend enlisted a helper who would get a job at the next hotel they would hit, and act as the delivery agent for the GHB they drugged the rich men with that they targeted.  That was two years ago, the boyfriend was long gone by the time I stumbled across this traveling whore show, but the plan was still intact.

My little darling, Tiffany she said her name was, would bang as many as five or more men a day, depending on how many targets presented themselves, and extort thousands of dollars each out of them in the process.  She’d been at it for a three full years before I had the pleasure of meeting her!  Don’t do the math, it’ll blow your mind.

I was worried as the tale spilled out of her during one of our vigorous fuck sessions, that she was being forced to work that hard and fuck that many guys a day, but it was all her, she was a total slut, even at her young age, which by the way was much older than I thought.  She was eleven going on twelve, but extremely small for her age, which explains why she was able to get away with entering beauty pageants as a nine year old.  She had no pubic hair to speak of, and her doctor thought because of her very small stature, she may not get her period until she was in her middle teen years.  I found that part fascinating too since she never ever once seemed to worry about condoms for STD protection or birth control either for that matter.

I just let her ride she shit out of my cock as much as she wanted, which was a crazy amount of time, and I did the nastiest stuff to her which she couldn’t get enough of.  By the end of the week, my dick was like raw meat from fucking her so much.  How her pussy and ass, which I pummeled the shit out of quite literally all week too, could take that much abuse every day without getting sore was something I’d never understand.  She was always wet and ready, so maybe that was it, but there was no denying she was as eager to fuck as anyone I’d ever met, ever heard, and or ever read about, even made up fantasy shit.  Yes sir, she was the most willing fuck buddy I’d ever met.

As I sit here writing this memoir or sorts, I’m checking my calendar for when I might be able to get away by myself for another R&R trip to Vegas, because pussy like that deserves a reunion!  After all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!

 

Epilogue

Many years have passed and Tiffany and I still keep in touch, although very covertly by email.  I had exactly two repeat visits with the girl before they had a scare with the law, and I ended my sexual relationship with her for my own protection, but she never let me go from her life.  As it turned out, nobody ever made her cum as hard I was able to, not before, not then, and never since. 

She refused to record any evidence for her mother, no pics or vids to use against me to extort money, her mother’s modus operandi for fleecing her victims.  The fat old lady was pissed, which was why she scowled at me every time I saw her.  Tiffany was in it as much for the sex as her mother was in it for the money.  Then her mother got picked up on suspicion of prostituting her daughter, but thanks to all the blackmail evidence Tiffany had on her phone, which the police never got their hands on, no witnesses would testify.  Everything blew over, and once it did, my little fuck toy was back at it, fucking as many guys as she could latch her mouth, pussy, or ass onto, which was a ton. 

She knew I had a thing for her gaping pussy and her total number of sex partners, so she would intermittently send me close ups of her massive gaping snatch, nothing that would indicate the age of the pussy in the photo, and she would give me her fuck totals.  Prior to that she never counted them, but after meeting me and find out her being a slut turned me on, she started giving me updates.  They sometimes bordered on the ridiculous, stuff fantasy is written about, but I have no doubt in her sincerity.  Maybe someday I’ll relate a few of the stories she’s reported to me, then again, you probably won’t believe them either!