TAXI DRIVER

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The rain was slashing down almost horizontally� sheet, after sheet.  Black, broken, ragged sheets, that the windshield wipers of the taxi were never designed to handle.  Lights from approaching traffic splashed onto the windshield in a wild pallet of colors. The colored diagonal streaks of translucent purple, yellow, green and red would be fascinating, even beautiful if it didn�t make driving so dam dangerous.  The rain made it almost impossible for Benny to see more than a few feet ahead for seconds at a time.  Minutes later the rain thinned and turned into a light, N.Y.C. muddy drizzle.  Okay now, at least Benny could see well enough.  Moments after that, as if the rain gods were bored and just enjoyed fucking with Benny, another fast attack ambush and the rain-out repeated itself for another minute or two.  Over and over the driving rain repeated its pouring wet, on-off dance.  It was otherwise a warm September night, but the rain wasn�t helping with the late night rides.

There should be plenty of fares in that kind of weather, and there had been work earlier, but the theaters were all closed now for the night.  Benny wanted to pick up a couple more fares before he called it a night. 

If the rain hadn�t let up for a minute he probably would have missed the guy in the tan raincoat, a tall man, mid fifties guy with a well groomed mustache, standing in the shelter of a theater marquee.  He was trying to wave down a cab, but should have been standing closer to the street.  �He must be,� Benny guessed, 'an out of towner,' a tourist and that meant quick bucks.

Benny pulled in to the curb and rolled down the window a few inches.

�Is this cab taken?� the man asked.

�Nope it�s all yours, Pal.  That�s what the yellow light on the roof means when it says �Available�,� Benny said with a hint of New York City sarcasms. �Hop in.�

The fare got in the backseat just as the rain started up again.  �Wet night, isn�t it,� he said.

�Ya, it sure is.� Where to friend?�  Benny asked looking at the man in the video display on his dashboard monitor, a new gizmo, attached wirelessly to the tiny rear mounted camera that was focused on the back seat.  Benny liked to size up fares as he looked at them.  He made a guess at what kind of person he had on board, problem (?), no problem (?), money (?)... etc. etc. and he was good at that kind of guessing.

'Good suit,' he thought as the man unbuttoned his rain coat and made himself comfortable.  He was a handsome fifty year old gentleman, a successful looking, educated business man, with a neatly trimmed salt and pepper mustache and goatee.  He was probably a decent, but not showy tipper.  

The fare didn�t answer Benny right away.  He seemed to be a bit confused or unsure about what to say next.

�Well, Buddy?� Did you hear me? Where to?�

�Ah-ya...� The man hesitated. �Well, a friend of mine told me that cabbies know the city best� know New York best,� the man said unsure�stalling.  Benny could see his fumbling for the right words   �Maybe you can help me find some� some� company.�  He looked guilty, nervous and a bit tense on the monitor. Benny had seen the look a thousand times.  �I mean you guys have a way, I�m told; you know what I mean� where to find� you know�. special company, right?�

Now Benny could see it coming.  This guy wanted to find a hooker and didn�t know how to find one or how to even ask.  Of course he had to be deaf, dumb, blind, and a bit dense for good measure, not to see the hookers.  They were all over the place.  This was a block from Time Square for Christ's sake, just off Broadway.

�Look man,� Benny said, �I can take you to some clean bars full of dames that fuck� but it is an extra charge� Worth every penny.�

More squirming in the back seat, �Ya well, that�s nice, but not what I actually had in mind.�  Benny watched the fare on the monitor apparently still fumbling for the right words, he was really nervous now. 

�I mean�  I hope you don�t mind me asking this� I mean� ah� Don�t take offense, but I was looking for a... younger female.�

Benny got his meaning and smiled to himself; he should have seen it coming.  It must be the weather that was making him a little slow.  It wasn�t that unusual after all, but he had to ask to be sure �You talking eighteen or younger stuff, Pal?�

�Younger, I mean... well�I mean,  yes a bit younger,� the stranger said his voice tense now but steady.

Benny turned slowly around in his seat in a very practiced way.  He had to be sure.  Benny looked directly in the man�s eyes, no smile now and face to face. �Tell me one thing, ol�friend, bull shit time�s over.  Are you a cop or in any way connected with a police organization or any law enforcing body in the State of New York?  Yes or no!�

�No� for heaven sakes! No, of course not.  I�m a CPA from New Rochelle.� Christ, here�s my business card if you want proof.�  From an inside pocket of his suit jacket he produced a hinged gold card holder, opening it he handed Benny an embossed business card.  Benny still facing the back seat looked at it,  Rollin R. Marx, New York, CPA License number CA 55833. "Looks good,' Benny thought.� Feeling relieved, he let out a long breath.  Next without looking at the rider Benny snapped his finger and used his fingers in a curling motion for more.  Rollin knew what he wanted, (so he wasn�t that inexperienced, was he ?) and took his wallet from his breast pocket, removed his driver�s license and handed that to Benny.  

In three or four clicks on the face of the lap top sitting next to him, Benny confirmed the numbers authenticity with the N.Y. DMV and the then the CPA license with a few more clicks.  Benny smiled �this was better than a couple of cheap fares� lots better.

Benny didn�t have to think about it very long.  He handed the driver�s license back to Rollin (but kept the business card).  �Maybe I can find you something Roly� wait, �I mean Rollin, right?� But it�s strictly confidential, remember you asked me, not the other way around."  He switched his outside dome light to, �off duty', stopped the cab meter and began to drive away from the curb.  The rain had stopped for a while at least.  

�This kind of stuff can get you in a lot of trouble if you�re not careful," Benny said as he drove. "And young ones cost a lot more than those street whores.  You prepared to pay?�

�I�m prepared to pay a fair rate, yes.�  Rollin was more relaxed now knowing, from experience, that he had found the right taxi driver.� That wasn�t always the case.  He was much more experienced than he liked to let on.  �How much?� he asked looking away from Benny then carefully, methodically he began fixing a cigarette into his silver cigarette holder and lit it with a small gold lighter.  He listened carefully, he had been cheated before.

�Good, we understand one another.  This is about dollars.  Remember the Taxi ride is extra."  He had been watching the rider on the dash monitor and figured out quickly he had a live one. 

"I only know one girl that is available tonight that does the dirty� and with her mother�s permission!� So no surprise problems there.  She is a good girl; never a problem.� The mother really needs the money, so her mom, uh, makes her available a couple of times a week.�

�How much do you or her mother want for her?�  The passenger asked staring at the back of Benny�s head with a knowing smile.

Benny rolled down his window half way and lit one of his little black cigars �Well, that depends.� What do you want?�  He blew a cloud of blue gray smoke out the side window, while they waited at a red light.  It was drizzling again.

�Give me some choices, Benny, (he had read Benny�s name on the cabbie permit posted in a plastic sleeve facing the rear of the cab), and what age range.�

The cab moved again.  �One age range, Pal,� Benny replied. �I only know the one kid who's available for tonight.� If she is even available, like I said.� She's is nine.� Been �kid hooking� since she was eight or so.�  Benny saw that the fare didn�t blink at the ages so he went on, �Like I said, the Taxi is extra� seventy-five bucks an hour, but that is a deal because I�ll find a dark place to park and you won�t get stuck for bucks on a hotel room or have to  answer embarrassing questions.  Now, like I was saying it depends on what you want.  She will strip bare ass naked and you can finger fuck her, kiss her, or suck her pussy and she�ll jack you off�that�s only fifty bucks.  If you want her to suck you off, that�s seventy five.  If you want to go all the way and dick her pussy or her tight little, nine year old ass hole, it�s one-fifty.� Lastly, if you want some of everything, it�s two hundred � plus the cab fare, remember.  So it�s a max two hundred and seventy five if you want the works.�

�I want everything, but I need privacy.� Just me and the little whore, so you will have to be outside of the cab.  Sorry� but that�s a must.�

�Cool, no problem,� Benny said.� He understood, �plausible deniability�.� "But you have to pay up front.  And I can stay outside if that�s what you want� no problem there.�  Benny watched Mr. Marx, �What do you think, Rollin?� Deal, or no deal, my friend?�  Benny looked down at the monitor.  Mr. Marx looked pleased.

�Deal, Benny! Is she pretty?  Not a fatty, I hope.  What color hair, eyes?�

�Pretty as a picture, not fat, not at all, long reddish brown hair, brown eyes.  I�ve tried her myself a few times.� And he had, more than a few times. �She's good, Pal.� Experienced, but not used up... a really good tight fuck.�

As he talked, Benny watched Rollin, �Mr. Marx�, on the monitor to see his reaction.� He wasn�t disappointed.  Rollin, leaning forward a bit, the better to hear the details, liked what he heard. 

�Wonderful, wonderful, Benny.� Sitting back in the seat, he rearranged his swelling dick.  "I�m looking forward to meeting this little nine year old whore.�

�Good.� You�ll be pleased.� And now... I�ll be pleased if you showed me the money."  

Rollin handed him three one hundred dollar bills and added an extra twenty.  �Keep the change, Benny.� I�m sure I will be pleased.  And of course forget my name.�

�Of course.�  Benny smiled as he put the bills in his shirt pocket and fingered the button down flap closed. �I�ve forgotten it already�.  Then Benny picked up his cell phone and called a number from his index.

The rain had started up again.  Lighter now but more steady.  She watched the bits of trash floating by in the gutter and hoped that would mean the street would be a little cleaner tomorrow.  She pulled her light jacket tighter looked down the street for the cab headlights and waited.

Carla was standing on the bench inside the bus shelter.  That kept her new sneakers from getting wet and saved her from getting yelled at by her mother.  Carla was a pretty, third grade, little nine year old.  She had long brown hair, was somewhere around sixty five pounds and four foot-five inches or so tall.  One of her outstanding features were her eyes, chocolate brown and, they seemed, extra large, with long lashes that made her look older than she was.  Her eyes glistened like polished crystal, but with a strange warm, mysterious depth to them.  Everyone always mentioned her pretty eyes.  She had on a white �I love N.Y.� tee shirt and her blue school skirt.  On these special dates,  Carla never wore panties; it seemed like such a waste of time, besides they were likely to be taken as a souvenir. 

She fidgeted a little waiting for the Taxi.  She wanted to get this over with so she could get back home to see her favorite TV show.  Not that she minded the work; she loved her share of the money and loved big cocks, but there was always so much make believe involved�well, that was alright.

When the phone had rung in her apartment fifteen minutes earlier she would have bet anything it was Benny, and of course it was.  Her mother had told her who called and handed her jacket.  �Go ahead, honey, you don�t want to keep Benny waiting do you?�  It�s the first time he had called with a special fare in days.  Her mother hustled her out the door and down the stairs to meet the rain, and Benny, and Benny�s special fare. 

So here she stood trying to stay dry. She hoped this time the fare wasn�t drunk, smelly or weird, as Benny wasn�t always too selective.  She liked the ones that smelled good and had hair on their chest and used their tongues a lot.  Sometimes if they were lying down on Benny�s back seat with a finger up her ass, and she was over them with their tongue in her cunt, she would piss just a little; they seemed to love that and quickly come off.� Then it was over.  They always wanted to leave quickly after they shot cum.

Benny and Rollin had talked like old friends for most of the trip to Queens.  Then when they got close to where Carla would be waiting, Benny became more businesslike.  �Now this kid is kind of new at this� kind of thing.�

�I thought you said she was experienced?  You said was hooking since she was eight.� 

Benny forgot he had said that.  �Well, ya that�s right.  But... she doesn�t get around that much� She is only nine now, for God�s sake� I mean she only does a few guys a month. She's practically a virgin." To himself Benny thought, 'She does as many as I can find for her,' "and she scares easy.�  Benny went on, �So, no rough stuff�. You know what I mean, be nice and she�ll treat you like a fucking king.  And don�t leave any marks for Christ's sake or her mother won�t let me use her again.�

�Don�t worry, Benny, that�s not my style.�

�Good, anything else goes.  Have a good time and here,� Benny handed a business card over his shoulder to the new customer.  The card simply said �Benny-cab driver' and gave his cell phone number.  Repeat business Benny knew was the best, and the safest kind of business.  

�Oh, ya can talk dirty to the little cunt.� She loves to be called whore, slut, fucking cunt, whatever.  If you�re satisfied with the little fucker, call me anytime and I�ll see if I can get her for you again.  No guarantees... she is busy at times. 

"Last summer four guys took her for a whole week on a fishing trip along the coast.  She came back with a couple of grand and three dammed sore holes.  She said they kept her nude and available for the entire, �fishing� trip.�

The cab moved through the steady rain and the lessening traffic until they slowed and turned into St. Maria Way.  Benny flashed his high beams on and off and a moment later splashed up to the bus shelter where Carla was waiting.

Benny leaned across the passenger seat and cranked down the passenger side window a few inches gave her a big smile and said.  �Hi, Carla, I�ve got a new friend for you to meet.  Hop in the back, Sweetheart.�

Rollin opened the door for Carla and as soon as she stepped inside he knew that he had picked the right cab.  Benny slowly pulled away from the curb and into traffic.  The rain had settled into a steady, moderate, drizzle that seemed as though it would be around for awhile.

As soon as the door was closed Rollin pulled Carla into his lap and kissed her.  He just couldn�t control himself.  He pushed his tongue into her mouth and his hand ran to her nude legs and over the curve of her nude ass.  He was pleased that she wasn�t wearing panties.  She had slid her hand down between his legs and rubbed his hard dick through his pants in her now practiced way.  After the first minute or so, Carla pushed herself a bit away from Rollin who seemed to have scratched an itch.

As the cab moved away, Carla settled into his lap, kicked off her new shoes and relaxed.  This was the back seat that she had grown to know so well.  �Hi,� she said, �my name is Carla, what is your name, Mister?�

Rollin almost used his real name, but caught himself��I�m Mr. Smith, Carla, you can call me�  Mr. Smith.�  Carla only wished she had a dollar for every Mr. Smith she had sucked off or fucked on this taxi back seat in the last year.  

'Well, on with the make-believe,' she thought.  Mr. Smith seemed not to know what to do or say next so Carla took the initiative.

�Do you like young girls like me, Mr. Smith?�  She cocked her head to one side as if to see him better, her long lashes blinking, her lips pressed into a pretty coquettish smile.

�Oh, yes, Carla, I really like little girls.  Pretty ones like you.�

�I like you too,� she put in, �you're nice looking.�

Rollin�s cock was getting harder and harder and was beginning to hurt.  �Thank you,� he replied.� He then had to move his throbbing cock into a more comfortable position and was strangely embarrassed about doing it in front of the nine year old.

Carla understood just what was happening, but decided to ignore his discomfort of the moment.  �Do you like to look at little girls bare-naked, Mr. Smith? Would you like to see me bare naked?    I�ll take off my clothes if you want me to, Mr. Smith.� You're the boss, Benny always says.  You're the customer and the customer is always right. Benny taught me that.  So, do you want to see me?�

�Oh, yes, I certainly do want to see you with no clothes on, Sweetheart.�

Benny pulled onto a side street where there was much less traffic and a little less light, but still enough.  Benny drove and at the same time watched Carla do her thing with Rollin.  He had seen it dozens of times, but he never got use to it.  She was a natural slut.� The men loved her.  Benny was getting hard with his eyes darting back and forth between the monitor and the street.

Carla started to unbuttoned her jacket, but instead of taking it off immediately, she reached the short distance to Rollin�s crotch and again rubbed his pants covered cock.  With a little girl surprised look she said, �You�re really big, Mr. Smith! I hope we can do this. I�m only nine years old remember.�  She knew that his dick would fit of course and was just trying to compliment him.  His cock was average and she had, had bigger�hell, Benny�s cock was bigger. 

She watched his eyes.  �Why don�t you take off my clothes, Mr. Smith?�  She watched as with trembling fingers Rollin finished unbuttoning her jacket and slid it off her.  His eyes never left hers as his fingers worked.  She took some things out of her pocket and pushed them into a corner near the door that was now locked by Benny.  She put the jacket down behind her, rolled into a tube she (or Mr. Smith), would use for a pillow later.  Then she teased him.  She lifted the hem of her dress a few inches, but left her hairless cunt covered.

�I bet you want to see my pee hole, don�t you, you dirty old Mr. Smith?� She grinned so he would know from her voice and action that she was kidding.

Remembering what Benny had told him about talking dirty, Rollin answered, now with more confidence, �Yes, you fucking little tramp, I want to see your little girl pussy.�  Reaching over he lifted her dress over her head and gazed at her pink mound and the thin pussy lips below.� Sliding one finger over her bare cunt, he found it already wet and waiting. 

She moaned at his touch, but didn�t move from his lap. �You like me, Mr. Smith, don�t you?  I can tell by how hard your big cock is.�  She giggled as she pulled off her dress.  �Now, I�m all bare naked just for you.�  She said and turned around on his lap so he could get a good look. �Do you want to fuck this young girl you bad boy?  You want to suck this little girl�s cunt too don�t you?�  Benny had coached her and she knew what to say to the customers.

�Oh, yes,� he responded. "I like every inch of you, you little whore bitch.�

�And you want to put your big cock into my little girl cunt, don�t you? I bet you do, you bad, bad boy.  Or do you want to put it in my mouth?  I�ll let you do whatever you want, you silly old man.�  She giggled showing him she was only kidding about the �silly old man, comment. 

Carla stared at him with glistening eyes�daring him to do something.  Her eyes smiled as she wet her lips with her small tongue� her eyes told him she knew his dirty secret and she liked it.  She carefully moved one of his hands that had been holding her bare ass, she spread her legs open and guided his hand between her legs till she folded his fingers over her wet cunt and said, �There, isn�t that what you want to touch, Mr. Smith?�  No adult professional hooker could have said it any better.

That seemed to turn Rollin on and put him in control.� His eyes flashed; now he would be the boss, not this nine year old cum bag.  In a flash of determined, stage-anger he grabbed her by the face squeezing her cheeks together.  �Now, you little slut,� he said inches away from her face, �you better do as I tell you or I�ll beat the shit out of you.� The harsh words were the things he had said and done in his  imagination as he lay awake late at night next to his wife, fantasizing about little girls.  Then in a demeaning gesture he spit into her mouth and over her lips, then immediately pushed his mouth against hers, forced her mouth open and pushed his tongue into her small mouth. 

Her mouth tasted like bubble gum and he loved the thought of a pre-teen bubble gum chewer.  She didn�t fight him at all and in fact her tongue seemed more than willing to dance with his.  Her hands found his crotch again; she didn�t unzip the fly but continued to massage his cock through his pants.  He kissed her as if he were on fire for several minutes.  Finger fucking her, he jammed his middle finger into her dripping wet cunt again and again.

Benny had been silently watching all of this on the monitor, fully realizing what a cock teaser and whore he had on his hands to sell and what a great time Rollin had in store for himself.  

The cab pulled into the abandoned railway station and stopped under the welcoming boughs of a huge tree.  It was a fairly dark, abandoned place that Benny used often on these excursions.�

It had stopped raining again and  they all could see just fine by the light of a single street light at the front of the lot.  �It�s time for me to leave you two alone for a little bit, Mr. Smith,�  Benny said without turning around, �But I�ll be close by if you need anything.  Just roll down the window and call.� 

No one answered and Benny just decided they were too busy for him, so he simply left the cab.�� From other nights Carla knew he would be close by.  Sitting on an abandoned milk case, where neither Rollin nor Carla could see him,� Benny took out his smart phone and dialed in the cab video system number.� He was just in time to see Rollin again passionately kissing the nine year old.  Benny took out his own hard cock and began to jack-off watching.  He loved playing the part of the voyeur.

Rollin pulled himself away from Carla�s hot wet lips, she was breathless.  He looked into her eyes and saw fear and desire (both very practiced) and said, "Okay you little fucking slut, tell me, do you want me to fuck you or not?�  

Carla wondered what difference it would make what she said, he was going to fuck her anyway. That's was why she was here, but it was all part of the game. 

She decided to continue to polish his ego. �I would like you to do it to me because I like you a lot, Mr. Smith, but I think you will be too big.  Maybe you can just fuck me a little.� You know only half of your cocker thing inside me.  You can cum in my mouth if you want to.�

�You don�t make the rules here, Honey, I do.� That�s what I�m paying for.  So, I�ll fuck you any way I want to and of course your mouth will be part of it, along with your cunt and your tight little girl asshole.  Now," he said smiling into expectant eyes as he gently pulled on a nipple, "take off my pants like a good little cum slut, Sweetie.  Go ahead, do it now.�

�Yes, Sir,� she answered in a tiny submissive tone.  Now, kneeling on the taxi floor she lowered her eyes to his crotch.  First she pulled the end of his expensive belt free of its loops, twisted it back with a firm pull, and released the buckle tongue.  Then Carla, let the belt slide loose through the buckle.  She expertly released the button over the fly and with a few jerky starts pulled down the zipper.  She could smell the heat and cock smell of his manhood as she spread open his pants. To Carla, it was a good smell.� Mr. Smith lifted his ass enough to make it possible for Carla to wiggle his pants down to his ankles.  She looked at the huge bulge in the front of his boxer shorts and smiled.  She was now actually hungry for cock, but couldn�t let Mr. Smith know it; she had to act more reserved, more childish.

�Well?�  Mr. Smith asked expectantly. �Pull them off.�

�Yes, sir,� she repeated as if in a dream now.  She pulled down the boxers much the same as she has his trousers and slid them down his legs.  Rollin lifted one leg at a time and Carla pulled pants and shorts all the way off and pushed them aside and out of the way.

From the bench outside, Benny couldn�t see Rollin's cock in screen of his phone, because Carl�s head was in the way.  But, he could see Carla�s bare back, her bare ass and Rollin's bare legs spread wide, and imagined what Carla was experiencing.  Benny�s cock, hard now, was dripping over his hands.

"Good girl," he whispered out loud.� "Go get that big cock and earn your money!� 

Carla was certainly not disappointed, but neither was she surprised by Mr. Smith�s very average cock.  At full erection, which it was now, it was big, but most men�s dicks were pretty big and she had seen a lot of them.  Still, she looked on it as if she were seeing a hard dick for the first time.  �Oh, my, Mr. Smith!� That�s really big and pretty too.� 

She reached out and touched it.� When she did, he flinched as if her fingers were cold or electric, which they were not.  She giggled at his reaction.  �Oh!  That feels really smooth, and it�s getting wet and sticky.� 

She looked carefully at the erection, pretending to be admiring it, but actually looking, as she had been told, for any sores or skin rashes that would indicate a problem or STD�s.  To her relief he was very clean and even smelled extra-good as if he had powered his dick for her.� Some men did that, and she liked it, but she really would rather smell their man smells.  

His cock was very hard with swollen veins circling it and standing out on the sides and the purple, pink, grayish-white head that was a constant source of pre-cum that continued to run in thin watery lines down the length of his cock.  His ball sack hung below, partially hidden by his pubic hair, with two large balls waiting for some attention.  �It�s so pretty, Mr. Smith.� Can I put my mouth on it now?�

Rollin spread his legs further and held his cock up straight for her.  �Of course you can my dear.� Here you hold it and rub my balls while you suck it. But first, my little cock sucker, let me watch you lap up the pre-cum.� 

Her eyes met his as she slowly carefully lapped away the pre-cum like she was lapping an ice cream cone.  He loved the picture of it and then continuing to look at his eyes, stuck out her tongue and pushed it into the little slit at the top of his cock head.  As she put his cock head in her mouth, Rollin put his hand on the back of her head, grabbed a hand full of her hair and started to push-pull her head up and down.  Her tight lips and her small mouth around his dick, plus her small tongue rolling and rolling and rolling over his cock head set him into a near climax and thrilled him with a  tingling feeling running up and down his arms and legs. 

While that was happening, Carla was expertly massaging his balls and watching his reaction.  She knew she owned him now, she thought to herself, and she did.  As she continued to suck Mr. Smith, he reached over her small body and pushed a wet finger into her asshole.� She began wiggling her ass around his finger enjoying the familiar sensation.

Carla lifted her head away from his cock for a moment.  "Mr. Smith, if you want to put two fingers or even three in my poop hole it's alright and will make it easier� if you�re going  to do me there later.� But you should use some ointment to make everything slippery.� 

Without waiting for an answer, Carla reached for the items she had set aside when she first got into the cab.  �Here,� she said handing him a fat tube of a greasy clear cream, �use this.� It works really well.� ��Then giving him a clean rag she'd brought from home she added, �Here's a rag to wipe your hands.�� Finally she bent back to her work sucking the older man�s cock.           

Rollin said, �I�m going to lay on the seat. I want you to kneel over my face and keep sucking my cock, Carla� You have the perfect cock sucking mouth.  You really are a little fucking slut, aren�t you, Honey, so keep doing a good job.� 

Of course she did exactly as he had asked, placing her bald nine year old pussy directly over his mouth once he had maneuvered into the perfect position for himself.  �Push up a little," he told her.� "I want to suck on your ass first."  She moved forward a little until she could feel his breath on her tight ass hole.  Rollin slapped her chubby ass cheek and surprised her.

�Owww,� she cried out.  �Not so hard. Mr. Smith!�

He hit her other cheek even harder.� "Shut up and suck you little whore� just suck my cock.� 

Carla jumped when he slapped her ass again.� Rollin liked to slap or spank little girls.  He liked to watch the flesh turn red and become warm to his touch.  He liked the way her ass tissue quivered with each slap and turned a pretty rose color.� "Not so hard," she protested only to be slapped again.

�You have a fine looking little girl ass," he said just before delivering yet another blow.�

To Carla's relief, he stopped slapping her ass and instead felt his hands sliding over her cheeks.

Her reddened ass cheeks were the perfect size for his hands.  'How perfect,' he thought as he peeled her cheeks open to reveal her anus.� Wanting to suck her dark hole before he applied the grease, he examined it closely.  Gazing at the pretty young hole for a minute, his cock grew even harder as the young girl continued to suck him.  Just gazing at her ass hole was worth the money, he thought to himself.  Carla�s dark hole of course was quite small and still pink with none of the brown stain it would have in later years.  

Carla felt is hot breath on her anus just before she felt the warm, wet tongue slide over it.

He loved the musty-piss smell of her rear hole and began to lap at her sweet hole.� He then ran his tongue around the perimeter making her quiver with the thrill of it.  He stuck a finger into the darkness and pulled her open a little, then pushed his tongue into the slight opening.� He felt her moan around his cock and pushed into her deeper. To his delight she began to rotate her girlish hips, smashing her ass hole into his face.  

�Carla continued to expertly massage Rollin�s balls with one small hand and realized the two eggs had become harder and swollen.  Her other hand was massaging his cock up and down in unison to her sliding mouth and lips.  His cock was slippery with a mix of her saliva and his pre-cum; the slippery friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. 

She too was excited now and looked forward to his hard cock in her cunt and knew he would be fucking her very soon.

His taste test finished, Rollin used the cream Carla had given him and found that not only did three fingers fit in her well used ass hole, but four fingers was no problem either.  He thought about pushing his whole hand into her, but decided to wait until the next time they were together.  He kept up the exercise for a few minutes until she was opened up and relaxed.  He couldn�t take much more of her sucking anyway without cuming, so he stopped her.

�Now my little cock whore, with your back to me, kneel over my cock I�m going to put my cock up your tight nine year old, sweet fucking ass hole.�

Carla didn�t answer, but did just what he said, kneeing expectantly over his upraised cock.  �Like this, Mr. Smith?� she asked.  She knew as well as he did what to do next.  Reaching behind, she used both hands, one on each ass cheek to spread her ass open and expose her pink bud for his pleasure.

�Yes, just like that, Kid� you fucking bitch, just like that.�  He held his cock in place just below her open pink ass hole.  �Now lower yourself onto my dick� Ya, just like that, ya, ya� more� more� more� all the way down, kid� Okay, hold it right there just a second.�  Rollin thrilled at the sight of his cock making contact with the young girl's asshole.

�You know how to ass fuck, you little slut, so just do it now� That's it, all the way down.�  Rollin�s swollen purple-red cock head didn�t seem to want to enter Carla greasy wet hole at first, but one hard, greasy thrust from Rollin and it popped into her,� The sphincter muscle, loosened to allow entry, now tightened around Rollin�s cock as he slid into Carla�s dark canal and then began the slow slide up the very tight nine year old shit cannel.

Carla gasped at the primary shock and pain, then swam in pleasure-pain sensation as he pushed into her.  She bit her lip and enjoyed, even relished the assault.

�Oh, fucking god!� he said in a wail.  �Oh, fucking god� You dirty, filthy, fuck slut! Ya, fuck me with your baby ass hole kid.� Fuck me, fuck me you slut bitch��  Rollin�s eyes closed, his head swinging from side to side, he couldn�t believe it� the thrill of it� fucking the extra tight nine year old ass.  Reaching around Carla�s sides Rollin found her already stiff nine year old nipples and began to twist, pull, and pinch them as he jabbed up into her.

�Please, Mr. Smith, please not so rough, not so hard �please, please.�  Carla had her head thrown back, her long hair streaming down her back almost to her ass.  She was wiggling her young girl hips in a circular motion to get Rollin�s cock deep in her and as hard and close to coming as possible.

He ignored her pain, his mind filled with the pleasure of her ass.  Just then he did drop his hands to her hips and began controlling her movements.  She didn�t object at all and enjoyed the super deep penetration.  �Oh, yes, Mr. Smith�.� Fuck your little whore�s young ass with your big cock!� Fuck me, fuck me!"  Now she could feel clearly his swollen cock head deep inside her belly and hoped it would be over soon.

Rollin knew he couldn�t last much longer fucking the girl�s tight back door.  He pulled her down on his hardness then lifted her almost off his cock and dropped her hard and fast back down on his steel hard cock.  When he stopped dropping her on his cock, she took over and bounced on his dick.� Finally he couldn�t take any more and roughly pushed her off his dick. 

�Stop, stop!� Damn, girl! I want to fuck you now.  Want to fuck that little girl, nine year old cunt of yours."

Although Benny couldn�t see everything (he would ask for a full description later), he could see plenty.� He loved it when Rollin basically lifted the girl up and down on his cock.� He almost came off, but wished it back.� 'What a great show,' he thought.  He was pleased that he would have a video when the night was over and he could jerk off with that for days to come.  He knew the grand-finally was coming up and smiled at his smart phone.

Carla now lay upon the seat, face up, her legs spread open, one foot half way up the back of the seat and one on the floor.  Her pussy glistened.� Pink, grey-blue and red tissue invited Mr. Smith.  �Fuck me with that pretty big cock, Mr. Smith.  I love big cocks.�

Benny was banging away on his hard dick and watching as much as he could see, of the back seat of his cab and the goings on there.  He could see Rollin�s left shoulder and his head and when Rollin bent over he could see his very white ass.  Also he could see Carla�s leg and foot lying against the back of the seat.  Of course he had seen the nine year old getting fucked often and could picture the scene easily and accurately.  The little girl did enjoy fucking for money or fucking for free. 

Speaking in a whisper Benny pretended to be talking to this child whore.  �That�s it you little cunt, give him a good ride.  Suck him dry with your pussy or your mouth, but leave him happy.  He's the kind to be back for more.  We can make lots of money with �Mr. Smith�.� 

Watching the backseat happenings, Benny smiled.  �I have a copy of his driver�s license.  His home address, his telephone number and his business address and cell number, and of course I have a dandy little video of Mr. Smith that might come in handy, of him raping a nine year old.�

Rollin knelt between Carla�s skinny thighs.  She spread her cunt lips open for Mr. Smith.  She was in the mood for a good ride and hoped now that he would last at least several minutes.  But this was business, she reminded herself, and anyway she would get a good fucking at home later.  She thrust her spread open pussy up at Rollin, un-ashamed and waited for him to do her.

He pulled both little girl legs up and over his shoulders and at exactly the same time.� With some guidance from Carla�s fingers, he jammed his thick long, cock into the girl's young cunt.  He did it to her fast and deep watching the nine year old's face; he was looking�no hoping, for signs of shock or pain.  With practiced ease, she gave him both.

Carla closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip to (he assumed) keep her from calling out for help.  Help that Rollin knew was not available.

�Oh!� It�s so big, Mr. Smith," Carla declared. She'd had bigger dicks inside her and smaller.  All and all Rollin was very average, but she knew men liked to think their cocks were bigger than they really were, so she pretended some more. "It�s too big for a little girl.  It hurts, it hurts� stop, please.� 

Rollin pulled back and slammed his cock deep into the young whore girl, grinding his teeth and thrilling at her protest and the sublime, almost magical feelings in his cock.  From his toes to his belly to his brain, he was on fire for the small girl.  Again he slammed into her pussy, and again and again and again.

�Oh, God," he gasped. �Oh, God� I can�t stop.�  He planted his dick deep inside the girl and held it there, shaking, holding back his climax.  �Quick you little fucker, open your whore mouth� I want to cum there."

Rollin eased his cock out of Carla, careful not to set off the expected climax and quickly moved into position with his cock an inch from Carla�s open mouth.  He wiped his cock on her cheek, deeply enjoying the feeling and then pushed his cock into Carla�s mouth and she started to suck him.

Carla really knew how to suck dick and used all her skill to bring off Mr. Smith.  She teased the hole at the tip of his cock with her small tongue.  Then slid her mouth up and down his manhood while at the same time she massaged  his cock He pushed his cock into her throat and she used her well practiced, controlled, breathing for the seconds it took until he pulled back into her mouth.  It didn�t take long for the fireworks to explode inside Rollin�s head and then inside Carla�s mouth.  When it started, Carla sucked harder to keep it coming.  The cum filled her small little girl mouth quickly and she had to swallow several times until it slowed and she could feel the tension fade from Mr. Smith�s body and cock.   

Withdrawing his softening cock, Rollin, still on a mini-sex high, enjoyed wiping the dribbling cum that was still sliding out of his cock head all over Carla�s face.  Finally he pissed a small amount into the girl's still open mouth,  She seemed to be expecting that and didn�t object, then she reached for his clothes. 

�You're some kind of little fucking cunt for a nine year old� aren�t you, Carla?� he asked putting his own clothes on without looking at her.

�Ya, I guess� If you say so, Mr. �Smith�.  Did you like me?  You know, did you like the way I did it?�  She was cleaning the cum from her face with the rag she had brought along.

�Ya, you were great kid.  We'll have to do it again another day, maybe soon.�

�Sure, I really liked you.  Just call Benny, he knows how to find me.�

�It�s good your mom lets you go out like this.�

�Ya she is cool, way cool.  Anyway sometimes, some men like her to come with us and even helps� you know� helps them do it to me.�

Rollin rolled down the window and called out, "Let's go, Benny!"                   

EPILOGUE:

Benny took his special ride to the all-night cab-stand off Lenox Ave.  From there he took a cab back to NYC.  Rollin choose to do that rather than wait while Benny took Carla home. 

Benny parked in front of the apartment and the two of them, hand in hand walked to the front door and were buzzed in by Carla�s mother.

�Well, how did it go, you two? Did you make another man happy?� the mother asked.

�It went perfectly,� Benny sighed as he took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. "Most important, he never guessed that I was Carla�s Dad.  Did he Carla?�

�Nope, not in a million years would he ever guess that. 

"Can I have my supper now, Mom?�

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