Part 2
(Mg, fond, oral, ped, cons, 1st, prost)
Holly has her first customer, and he leaves very well satisfied with her service. Holly is satisfied too.
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Holly took her sisters to the mall that Sunday, and bought them all new outfits.� It was kind of a waste of money to buy Mindy a new outfit, because she was growing so fast, and could wear her big sisters hand me downs, but she hadn't had new clothes in a long time.� None of them had.
When their daddy got home from the newspaper stand, they all modeled their new clothes for him.� He pulled Holly down on his lap and gave her a cuddle and a kiss for being such a good daughter and sister to share with the others.� Holly had not been held by her father in a long time, and she relished the time she could relax in his arms and not worry about any of their problems.� He whispered to her that his news stand was doing better this week too, since he had a little more money to invest.� He told Holly that her sisters were old enough to pitch in and help around the house since she had a job now.
The next day, after school, Holly hurried to clean up and head out for the theater.� When she knocked three times on the green door, William opened it with a big grin for her.
"Hello William."
"Hello Miss Holly.� Mr. Brown said to send you right on upstairs."
"Oh, okay William.� Thank you."� Holly ran up the stairs and knocked on Bob Brown's door.
"Come in!"
Holly opened the door to see a handsome man of about thirty sitting on the couch and Bob in a chair talking to him.� "Oh!"� she said.� "William said you wanted to see me, Mr. Brown."� She thought she should be more formal because of the visitor.
"Yes, Holly.� I want you to say hello to John Johnson."� Bob Brown had told Holly that the men always used false names.� She knew the darkly handsome man would not have a name like Johnson.� In fact, Holly knew his name was Mr. Hassan, because Bob Brown had made a slip, and had told her.� But she didn't let on.
"Hello, Mr. Johnson, I'm pleased to meet you."� Holly said politely.
"Hello, Holly.� My you�re even prettier than Bob told me you would be.� Very petite too.� You must call me John.� We are going to be good friends soon."� The man spoke with a Middle Eastern accent.� He patted the seat beside him for her to sit.
Holly smiled at him as she wondered what petite meant.� She hoped it was a good thing.� She sat beside the man as his eyes slid over her small body.
The three of them made small talk about Holly's studies, her likes and dislikes, as John sized her up.� Finally he gave a slight nod, and Bob Brown got up and went to his desk, got a key, and handed it to John.
"Do you want to come along with me, Holly, and be my partner for this afternoon?"
Holly's eyes darted to Bob, who smiled at her.
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"Holly, John is the man I have been telling you about.� Your job today is to please him, and give him whatever he wants."� He winked at her.
�Yes, Mr. Brown.�� A thrill went through Holly's body.� This was the man who was going to take her virginity.� At ten, and being a somewhat sheltered girl, Holly had a vague idea of what being a virgin was, but had no clear idea of the mechanics of how one went from being a virgin to not being a virgin.� She figured it had something to do with that place between her legs that Mr. Brown had been so concerned about.� But just how was John going to collect it? She guessed she was going to find out today.� She hoped it wouldn't hurt too bad, in fact she really hoped it wouldn't hurt at all, but she remembered Mr. Brown's probing finger...� Holly felt a twinge of terror run through her body.� What had she gotten herself into?
John led the way to another stairway.� This took them into the building above the theater, which had been small apartments.� Holly had never been up here.� He opened the door to a small apartment, with a living and bedroom, and small kitchen.� It was smaller but a lot nicer than her family's small home.� It was all finished with rugs and wall hangings in the Middle Eastern fashion that Holly had never seen before. John sat on the low couch, half reclining in the pillows, and pulled Holly over to stand before him.
�I've been waiting a long time to meet you, Holly,� he said as he looked her up and down.
Holly looked surprised and then puzzled.� How could that be?
�Perhaps I should say I have been waiting to meet a girl just like you,� he said.� �A lovely little blonde girl with blue eyes, a cute little turned up nose, and perfect white teeth.� Do you know what a rare creature you are?�� he asked.
Holly could only shake her head, she knew lots of blonde, blue eyed girls at school.� Still scared, she felt better that he was just talking to her, and not tearing her clothes off.� He was flattering her with his sweet words.� She relaxed a little.
He held out his arms and Holly moved into them.� He hugged her to him, and then turned her so she was sitting across his lap with one of his arms around her back, supporting her and holding her close.� Holly looked up at John, and saw his face looming over hers so she pursed her lips as his came down to meet hers.� Bob Brown had shown her a little about French kissing, which Holly had known a very little about.� She had not felt much passion kissing Bob, and she and Jamal had been taught to feign passion when kissing on the stage.� She was going to do that this time, but John only kissed her gently, then just held her close in his warm embrace while he cooed to her lovingly in a strange, but mesmerizing tone.� Holly relaxed more in his warm embrace.� She could do this!
At the same time, John started to pet her with his free hand.� He stroked her hair, the side of her face.� He put his hand on her cheek, and pressed his lips to hers again, and this time his tongue gently stroked her lips for the duration of the kiss.� He stroked her neck, and shoulder through her dress, and her bare arm below the sleeve.� His soft caress made her wish she had more skin bare for him to touch.� Holly felt a warm glow start to spread out from the junction of her legs.� Her sexual lessons led her to anticipate what would happen next.� She started to secrete a small amount of love juice that seeped down and dampened her panties back between her legs.
John brought his hand to her cheek again, pulling her lips to his. This time his tongue was more insistent, demanding a response from her.� She pressed herself into his chest, and her tongue came out to meet his between their partially open lips.� If Holly's dress top had been open then, you could have seen the reddish glow of passion suffuse her breast buds and her chest growing warm and red up into her neck.�
As they kissed, John let his free hand drop to her bare knees, just below the slightly pulled up hem of her dress.� As he held the kiss, he ran that hand slowly up her thigh, taking the hem up with his wrist.� While his hand was on the outside of her thigh, Holly kept her legs together.� Half way up, he reversed his hand, brought it to her knee again, then it started back up between her legs. As the hand advanced, Holly spread her legs apart before it.� This time the hand slid smoothly up the inside of her thigh to her panties, and then over the wide pantry covered space between her legs.� He found the indentation of her crease, and followed it down to the dampness of her secretions.� That seemed to satisfy him, and his hand retreated back down the smooth inside thigh to her knee.� Her dress hem stayed crumpled up just below her hips, showing almost all her pretty legs and milky white thighs.
The kiss was broken, and John pulled his head back and brought his hand up to his nose to smell the slight essence of Holly on his finger tips.� He smiled.�� She smelled fresh and sweet.� The free hand dropped to her chest, and rubbed over the small swellings of nipple under the thin material.� But even that was too much for him, he clasped her outer arm to hold her close, and explored the back of her dress with his other hand.� He found the zipper and pulled it down.� The top loosened and spread out to the edge of her shoulders. John loosened his grip and Holly sat up so they together could strip her dress off her shoulders and arms to bunch it up around her middle.
Holly's shoulders and chest were now exposed.� John pulled her close again with the arm around her back, and his free hand took liberties with her swollen little starts of breasts; just the right size for a thumb and three fingers to hold and gently squeeze and pull.� His little finger curled out like a lady holding a dainty tea cup.� He alternated these little pinches and squeezes with a gentle rub of open palm over the little nubs as they strained against his warm, soft palm.�
John was a little surprised at the flush on Holly's chest that showed her reaction to his sexual advances.� Surprised and pleased.� He could tell that aside from her sexual instruction that Bob had told him about that Holly was quite an innocent little girl.� He had paid to break in a couple of girls for Bob, and had done more breaking in on his own.� He had money, and he spent it for things he enjoyed.� He enjoyed sweet little preteen blondes.� This one was interesting and exciting.
To get to Holly's breasts with his mouth, John had to lean her back on the pile of pillows, and lean over her supine body.� He sucked each swollen nipple and licked her fair chest.� He kissed up her neck, and her lips, while his hand worked the dress down over her hips, and off over her legs. Then he slid his hand down inside her panties, as she pulled in her tummy.�
John felt the rise of her Mons, and the start of her cleft with a probing middle finger.� It moved over her clit, to a small startle and a gasp from Holly.� He picked up some lube between her lower lips, and as his tongue went into her mouth, his finger tested her virginity down below.� Finding the hymen still intact, and blocking his intrusion, the finger returned to her clitoris, and started a slow, rotating massage.� The little flap of skin responded by engorging itself and erecting under his finger manipulation.� Holly moaned into his mouth.� Her fire had started to spread out from her belly.�
He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and Holly moaned and bucked her hips in response to the overload of stimulation.� John had a very talented finger working on her clit, and it was not long until she was on the brink of an orgasm.� That is where John expertly kept her for the next five minutes, which seemed much longer to Holly as she strained to make it.� Finally, she whimpered in frustration.� She had been chasing his finger around with her hips, but could not get contact right where she needed it.� Finally she had to stop and rest for a moment.
That is when John picked her up with a hand under her shoulders and one under her knees, and he carried the girl into the bedroom, and deposited her in the middle of the sheets.� He bent over and stripped her panties off, then stood and admired her body as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off.� He had to stop undressing once, to stop Holly from using her own hands to finish herself off.
�No, Holly.� I have better things in store for you.� Wait for me, sweetheart.�
Holly moaned again, but she rolled her head to the side and watched him undress.� I should be cleaning him, she thought, but she did not move.
When he was naked, he crawled between her wide spread legs.� On his knees, sitting on his feet, he pulled her down to his crotch, putting her legs on either side of his hips with her knees up over his thighs.� This opened her cleft, and he rubbed the tip of his erect penis through her cleft from the perineum to the clitoris. The head of his penis picked up her slick juice, and it opened her slit so it could rest against her vaginal opening.�
John leaned slightly forward to put a hand on each of Holly's shoulders and clasped them to prevent her escape.� �Hold onto my arms, Holly�
As Holly did it, she asked, �What are you going to do, Jo...� Ow!
John had already done it!� He had thrust his penis through the thin hymen and into Holly's tight sheath. He rested there a moment, and then pushed on into her until his pubic bone was pushing against her clitoris.� The slight pang of her hymen stretching and then tearing had been tempered by the fullness of her vagina, like it had never been full before.� The base of his penis, and the hard mound just above it was now pressing just the right spot on her clitoris.� Pain and pleasure balanced out, with pleasure gaining by the second.
�Ooh!� Mmm.�� Holly felt the fire starting to spread from the bottom of her tummy once again.� She raised her head and looked down over her chest and tummy at the same spot John's gaze was fixed upon.� His dark pubic hair was right up against her lips and mound.� That thing that had been hanging out, the thing that she hadn't even had a chance to clean was inside her!� Wasn't it?� Yes, it was.�
As she watched, he slowly pulled the slick, shiny member almost all the way out, and slowly pushed it fully back into her body again.� As it went all the way in John grunted, �Unh!����
"Aah!�� Holly breathed.� The little muscles surrounding her vagina were busy adjusting to the intruding member, muscles Holly had no voluntary control over.� But it was like fingers of little hands massaging all of his cock at once.� John held himself still to enjoy the sensation.
Holly laid her head back and looked up and met John's eyes which now were looking into hers.
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�Are you alright, Holly?�
�Yes...� Can you do that again?�
�This?�� John slowly pulled out, and pushed it all back in again.
�Mm, Yes!�� Holly rolled her hips just a bit.
John repeated his action, again and again.
Holly found she was still clutching his arms, and by using that grip, and the leverage her thighs pressing on his hard thighs gave her, she could control her sensations somewhat.� Her lower legs and heels moved up toward his ass cheeks and she pulled him into her on his in stroke, as she tried to increase the tempo.
John was more used to little girls fighting him and crying and screaming out at this phase of the game, so Holly was really a pleasant surprise to him.� He began to fuck into her faster and harder.�
He found the position was cramping his legs, so he stopped for a moment, removed Holly�s hands from his arms, and captured her legs with her heel up by each of his shoulders.� This bent Holly's body up to a better angle for him to penetrate her, and freed him to brace his outstretched arms on either side of her body.�
Holly lost some of her clitoral sensation, and all of her hip control, but his cock head rubbing the spongy mass of her �G� spot on each stroke more than made up for it in overall sensation. Holly began to reach for that climax again.
So did John.� The friction of his slippery cock in her tight vagina was bringing him to heights of passion he rarely reached with a young virgin.� When Holly began to mewl with little cat cries as she reached her orgasm, he was only a mere two strokes behind her, and he freed her legs to let them slip down his sides as he emptied his cum into her quivering body.� He let himself down onto her body, and found her lips with his.� After a bit, she responded to his gentle kiss.� Then he rolled off her onto his side, and gathered her into his arms.� They relaxed as their spasms passed, and Holly snored softly after a minute.
John smiled to himself and closed his eyes and cuddled the little body while he rested.
A few minutes later, Holly missed the warm body and reached out for it, then her eyes flew open.� John was coming out of the bathroom with a couple of wash rags and small towels.� He sat on the edge of the bed.� �Hello, sleepyhead.�
Holly watched as he started to wash his penis, now small and floppy.� "I'm supposed to do that,� she said as she got up on an elbow.
�Alright,� John said.� �You do me and I'll do you...� You first.�
He took a warm damp rag and cleaned all the cum streaked with blood from between the little girl's thighs.� When she was clean enough to suit him, Holly took the other rag, and went into the bathroom to get it warm again, then she knelt between John's legs as he sat on the bed and washed her blood and his cum off his cock and balls and pubic hair.� When she finished, he was half hard from her manipulation of his organ.
Holly clasped it in her hand and jacked it a few strokes as she looked up at him.� Seeing the desire and consent in his eyes, she lowered her lips to it and took it in.� All the way in.� John gasped, and braced himself with his arms.� Holly licked and sucked him to full erectness. John moaned and groaned and grunted out his passion, as Holly gave him her best effort.� When he was almost there, he pulled her up to kiss her lips and hoisted her to sit on his thighs facing him.�
Without too much trouble, his saliva slick cock slipped between her wet lips and into her vagina.� With a hand on each of her nether cheeks bouncing her on his cock, he brought them both to a quick, hot orgasm.�
This time when they came down a little he picked the girl up without disengaging and carried her into the bathroom, and turned the shower on.� That revived Holly enough so she was able to stand, and be washed off by her lover, and then she insisted on helping him wash.�
After Holly got her hair dry with the blower in the bathroom, they both got dressed.
Back in Bob Brown's office, John pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket, peeled off several and gave them to Bob, then peeled off another and handed it to Holly with a quick kiss on her cheek, and left.
�Thank you, John,� Holly called after him. John didn�t continued out the door without looking back.
�Well, Holly, he must have liked you.� You earned enough today to pay back all your advance, and you are three hundred to the good in your savings account.� Do you want to see your book?�
�No thanks.�� Holly tried to stifle a yawn.� She was suddenly very tired, and yes, a little sore.� She winced as she took a step.
Bob Brown noticed her little grimace.� �Here, Holly.� This cream will help ease your pain.� Go behind the screen and use some now, and take the rest home.� You did a good job today, honey.�
Holly did as he said and then headed for home.� When she was outside she opened her hand and looked at the money.� A hundred dollar bill! She clutched it tightly in her hand all the way home.
After supper dishes were done, and the younger kids were in bed, Holly went and sat on her daddy's lap as he was watching the news. She caught a glimpse of a man's picture and gasped in surprise. There was John, with a pretty dark haired woman on his arm, stepping from a stretch Limo.� The commentator said: �Sheik Hassan and wife and two daughters are in the U.S. on a business and pleasure visit.�� Two lovely dark haired girls got out of the car, all dressed in the latest fashion. One looked to be her age, the other older.�
Holly studied the girls carefully.� �Why would he want little blonde girls?� she wondered aloud.
�Hmm?�� her daddy mumbled.� He wasn't paying attention because he had noticed Holly smelled different.� Actually it was the soap and shampoo in the apartment, but he thought Holly had just bought something new.� Daddy held her as they watched a half hour of news, then Holly yawned.
Daddy kissed her on the neck.� �Better go to bed, Hon.� School tomorrow.��
Holly surprised him by turning in his arms, and hugging him tight and kissing him warm and hard on the lips.� �I love you Daddy.�� Then she got up and went to bed.
Phil frowned.� He noticed the small stirring of desire in his loins as he recalled the warm weight of his daughter, her good clean, more adult smell, and that warm, rather long goodnight kiss.� Had he felt the slightest hint of a hot little tongue on his lips?
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