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 I had been collecting child porn for a number of years; I loved to meet up
with my buddies in the UK and we would suck each other off while playing
videos of children being raped, beaten and abused.  It was so hot to cum in
a man's mouth while seeing a film of a 5yo strumpet being tied up by her
daddy and gang raped.  But I never dreamed I would become a child abuser,
but luckily I did and now I never look back.  It all started when we were
chatting online in a pedo chat room.  Men would upload pictures of their
daughters in various states of undress.  Some men would dress girls of 7 or
8 in suspenders, high heels and make up, or plaster the words FUCKMEAT
across the pictures, encouraging men to toss off to the pics.  I would
regularly print out the photos, wank onto them and photograph my spunk
dripping off the face of a pedo's daughter.  "Here's your piece of kiddy
fuckmeat abused" I would reply, attaching a photo of my hard cock spurting
onto the kiddy pic.  Men, and sometimes women, would go mad for this kind
of kinky sex abuse of their kids.  They loved that I had no respect for
their fuck bunnies, calling them whores and telling the parents to dress
them up in make up and heels.  Sometimes men obliged by doing special
photos for me to order.  I would ask for certain horny items of clothing -
like black patent high heeled sandals, or tight pvc knee boots small enough
for a 7yo daughter.  I even managed to persuade a mother of a 5yo to find a
tiny underwear set that was so grown up - lace, padded bra, high cut
knickers - that her tot looked like a street whore .  I saved the pics in
encrypted files, ready for me and other men to toss off to when we met up.
One day a real nasty guy called Steve came online, uploading pictures of
his 8yo slut whore being tied up and whipped.  This was a departure from
the norm - only kids dressed as tarts usually got exchanged in the chat
room but Steve was different.  As luck would have it it turned out he lived
nearby and we arranged to meet.  I drove over one night, with a bag full of
kiddy clothes for my new friend's daughter.  We had arranged to do a photo
session.  I had got the clothing sizes off Steve and bought school skirts,
white knee socks, vests, make up and high heels in her size, and even a
specially adjusted tiny suspender belt to fit the child's slim waist.  I
took two of my best cameras and enough memory to record a full movie. 
Steve arrived at the door with Sarah looking like a piece of meat - the 8yo
whore had on thick red lipstick, a short body-hugging lycra skirt, a tube
top and black tights.  Sarah threw her fragile arms around me at the door.
"Hi Rich, dad's told me all about you".  She then opened her tiny mouth and
kissed me on the lips, her tongue searching for mine.  It was the first
time I had french kissed a child and certainly wouldn't be the last - I
almost came in my pants.  What should happen now?  Suggestions for part two
of this fantasy story are welcome!