Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Eleanor At the Pierre, Part One: by Mars Bonfire (Mg, pedo, oral, rom) It was another typical hot July day in Manhattan. The heat, the crowds, the sheer sensory overload makes you wonder why you should put up with it for one more day. As if the traffic and the pedestrians weren't chaotic enough, there was a huge film crew taking up half the street and all of the sidewalk in front of my apartment building, leaving no access to my stoop. I vaguely remembered a note in my mailbox alerting me of the crew's timing, but I had spaced it out. Oh, well, nothing to do but watch the filming for a while and hope that it would break up soon. It looked as if they were preparing to do a big scene, with many extras, a Steadicam, camera cranes and a general air of seriousness among the crew. As I and my fellow rubberneckers watched, the door to a small Airstream trailer opened and a child and an adult stepped out. Of course I recognized the child immediately- she was the popular actress Sonia Vassovitch, star of the tentpole movies "Eleanor At the Pierre", based on the series of books about a mischievous girl who lived with her governess at the posh Hotel Pierre in Midtown. The movies (three of them, I think) were huge with little girls all over the country, and Sonia was one of the most popular child actors in the world. She was a beautiful child, ash blonde shoulder length hair, full lips, skin so pale that it was almost translucent, a slight Asiatic cast to her light blue eyes. She was the epitome of pre-teen beauty, a serene expression on her lovely face. She was dressed in Eleanor's trademark black jumper, Peter Pan collar, patent-leather Mary Janes, with a big black velvet ribbon tied around her bangs. The make-up artist had taken the right approach to Sonia's make-up, just a touch of red lipstick on her pouty lips, her white teeth slightly protruding between them. I was actually a little surprised at my reaction to seeing Sonia Vassovitch in her all-too-perfect flesh. I am not usually attracted physically to very young girls. Obviously, as a straight male in my mid-thirties with no children, I had never actually seen one of her movies. I think I had seen a few minutes of one of the Eleanor movies while flipping through the channels, but had never really given her a second thought. But damn, you should have seen her. It was as if everything I thought that I knew about my libido and sexual preferences just blew up in my face. I could do nothing but stare at this perfect creature like a stunned mullet. That's when some crazy shit happened. As part of the upcoming scene, there was a stuntman on a horse, posing as a New York City mounted police officer. I knew he was not an actual cop, since his uniform was different from the real thing. It seemed to me that his horse was a little wild in the eye, but what do I know, I'm just a city boy. At this point, the crowd shifted, and I found myself behind an orange sawhorse, not ten feet from my brand-new obsession. If anything, she was even more perfect up close. It appeared that the scene was about to commence, as a production assistant with a bullhorn asked the spectators for silence. The director called action, and Sonia walked into the frame, looking frightened and upset, and then spotted the cop, and moved as if to run to him. The horse (a stallion, I could now see) picked this exact moment to freak the fuck out, rearing up on his hind legs, and threatening to crush Sonia under his hooves. The next few moments went by in slow motion, as I instinctively vaulted the sawhorse and snatched Sonia away from the crazed animal in the nick of time, getting clopped lightly on the shoulder as the hooves returned to the ground and the stuntman struggled to gain control of the animal who had almost just killed the star of their little dog-and-pony show (so to speak). Then: pandemonium! The crowd, which had been stunned into silence by the near disaster, suddenly expressed thelr horror and relief verbally, with deafening results. Two P.A.s, two security guards and the lady who was evidently Sonia's keeper rushed toward me to retrieve their superstar, on whom I retained a death grip, myself as frightened and affected by the occurence as Sonia herself. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, and was sobbing and thanking me in a quavering voice. As the security guards approached, I realized I would have to relinquish my charge into their official care. I stood her down on the street and slowly unwrapped her arms, knelt down, looked into her eyes and pulled out the clean handkerchief I had been prepared enough to stuff into my pocket that morning. As I dried her eyes and spoke to her in soothing tones, I understood that in spite of being some stage mother's meal ticket, the studio's golden goose and a cushy job for her nanny, that she was also a seven year-old child. I was swept with a wave of compassion for this girl, so wise in the ways of the film world, yet also childlike enough to be scared half to death by a crazy fucking horse. As I looked into those tear-streaked bottomless eyes, my heart felt emotions that I was not familiar with, I wanted to protect her innocence, make the child feel safe and loved. Then reality intruded. Sonia's governess soon had her by the hand, talking sternly to her about being more careful. The director and a guy, a producer, I presume, approached me to see if my injury warranted a trip to the hospital, courtesy of the production company. I told them I was fine, but my Brioni suit was a little fucked-up. The producer guy said of course the company would reimburse me and I had their eternal gratitude for saving Sonia, their little personal ATM. I brushed them off, but they insisted that I leave my phone number and e-mail address, so they could send me a token of their esteem. After all the excitement, it was decided that filming was over for the day, so I could get to my apartment after all. After the stoop was cleared, I climbed the steps and looked back for one final look at my little sweetheart. I was startled to see that she was looking at me, and we made brief eye contact, as she mouthed "thank you" to me. I thought that was the conclusion of my brush with celebrity. As I entered my apartment, my shoulder began to ache dully, and as I removed my ripped jacket and shirt, noticed a big purple and yellow bruise. That should hurt like a motherfucker tomorrow. I finished undressing, and took a long shower, dressed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, opened a Red Stripe and smoked a few bong hits of some excellent purple-hair hydro. By bong hit number three and beer number two, I was feeling no worse the wear for my experience, aside from a lingering uneasiness about my reaction to the little temptress, Sonia Vassovitch. I was startled out of my reverie by the ringing of my cell phone. I sat up and answered. An unfamiliar female voice came on the line and said "Mr. Bennis? Michael Bennis?" "Speaking" I said, my muddled brain becoming slightly paranoid because of the frosty tone of voice from the other end. "This is Miss Kennedy, Ellen Kennedy. I represent Sonia Vassovitch. I was with her at the film set this afternoon." Right, the governess. "How may I help you, Miss Kennedy?" I said, mildly intrigued. "Sonia and everyone associated with her are so very grateful for your actions this afternoon. I'm convinced that if not for you, Sonia might have been seriously hurt." "I'm just glad that I was able to react so quickly. I certainly don't consider myself a hero. She seems like a sweet little girl" I replied. "Yes, well, Sonia has asked me to ask you, if you are not busy, if you would care to have dinner with her. It would have to be somewhat early in the evening, because of her early call time on the set. Would that be convenient with you? Of course, the check will be picked up by Sonia's production company." said Miss Kennedy (I was already starting to not like her by this time). "Miss Kennedy, will you please tell Sonia that I would be delighted to have dinner with you ladies", I said, with as much grace as I could muster. "Oh no, Mr. Bennis, I would not be accompanying you. You would be dining alone with Sonia. Of course, you needn't consider yourself her babysitter. Randall, her chauffeur will be nearby, as well as driving you two to the restaurant." said Miss Kennedy. "Of course, I understand. I would love to be Miss Sonia's escort to dinner." I said, not really understanding what was expected of me. "Very good, sir, the limo will be by to pick you up around 6:30." "Okay, Miss Kennedy, I'll be expecting them. I look forward to meeting Sonia formally, this evening". "Please, call me Ellen", said the woman I would probably never speak to again. "Ellen, Michael". "Thank you so much, Michael, I know that Sonia will be very pleased". Hmm, I thought to myself, what the hell have I gotten myself involved in now? As I had just showered, I went into the bathroom and shaved, came back to the bedroom and dressed. I put on nearly new 501s, a starched white shirt, black cashmere Armani blazer and black Gucci loafers. I slipped on my Cartier Pasha and my black crocodile belt. I took out my contact lenses and put on my "sincere" eyeglasses. I looked at myself in the mirror. I seemed to look like a trustworthy sort of gent, well-to-do, but not ostentatious. I felt ready for anything. If I had only known what "anything" meant! Although I seldom smoke cigarettes, I lit a Marlboro Menthol Light from my dresser-top cigarette box, and sat down and nervously awaited my "date". I had been on a lot of weird blind dates before, but never one that promised to be quite this strange. Suddenly the cell rang again. I opened it and a male voice said "Mr. Bennis? This is Randall, Miss Vassovitch's driver. We are parked just outside your door". "Thanks, Randall, I'll be right there". By this time I had become very excited, in spite of myself. Although I've never been a handsome man, I've had my moments with some very desirable women, yet it seemed that none of them could hold a candle to a certain seven-year old girl- Sonia Vassovitch. No matter what else happened, for the next couple of hours I was going to thouroughly enjoy the company of the delightful moppet. I stubbed out my cigarette, washed my hands, took a breath spritz and splashed on a tiny bit of my personalized aftershave, which smelled of vanilla and lemons, and walked down the steps. A very large black man waited by the rear door of a perfectly preserved vintage Cadillac limo. In my emerging neighborhood in the East Village, such a limo was not a common sight, and some of my neighbors watched me as I walked to the car. "Mr. Bennis? Randall Harris. Won't you get in?" he said as he opened the back door. As I slid into the backseat, I heard a high-pitched squeal. "Michael! You saved me! Thank you so much! I'm Sonia!" She hugged my neck and kissed my cheek and continued talking in exclamation points a mile a minute. She sat back in the limo seat, chattering away. I took the moment to take in the breathtaking beauty in the seat next to lucky, lucky me. She was dressed in an elegant but simply tailored dark maroon velvet dress, white stockings, ballet-type slippers and of course, a large matching hair ribbon tied above her bangs. She looked like an angel, smelled like heaven, and immediately stole my heart forever. I barely got a word in edgewise with the little chatterbox, but I understood that this was the way a typical sevenyear old girl would act. So in spite of everything she had accomplished and all of her success, the little goddess was just an average kid. I was so enchanted by Sonia that I barely noticed the drive until we stopped. Randall came around to the sidewalk side of the car and opened the door. Only as I emerged did I realize that the restaurant that we had stopped at was Schrafft's. Of course, I thought, we're not going to Lutece or Le Cirque, but the kind of restaurant that a child would love, with its old-fashioned waitress uniforms, cozy fifties vibe and comfort food menu. I was delighted by her choice, and I told her so. She replied, "I'm soooo glad that you like it! Ellen, I mean Miss Kennedy, always wants to go someplace fancy, or to eat sushi. Yuk! I'm going to have macaroni and cheese, banana pudding and a hot fudge sundae!" "You might get fat if you eat all that, sweetheart" I kidded her. "Oh Michael, don't be silly! Let's go sit down." I hastily agreed. As we followed the hostess to a thickly padded vinyl booth, Sonia was noticed by everyone in the room. Fortunately, they followed the tacit agreement of New Yorkers, giving celebrities plenty of breathing room. As we walked, Sonia took hold of my hand, interlacing her fingers in mine, which made my heart skip a beat. As Sonia hopped into the booth, I more sedately joined her. The hostess left menus (including crayons and a place mat for Sonia) and walked off. I looked around briefly for Randall, and noticed him in the lobby studying the daily racing form. After we ordered, Sonia continued chatting happily as she held my hand in both of hers. My feelings were becoming very intense. Not exactly a sexual feeling, although there was a certain undercurrent, just more of a general feeling of desire that threatened my equilibrium. Shortly, the food came, and the talk became more casual as we enjoyed our meals. True to her word, Sonia ordered macaroni and cheese, peas and carrots and mashed potatoes, and we shared a hot fudge sundae and banana pudding. After we had finished, she excused herself to go to the ladies room. As she stood up, she walked over to my side of the booth and without warning, kissed me on the mouth with her full, soft lips. Holy shit, was that a tiny bit of tongue that I felt? I immediately felt a stirring in my groin, and my cock gave a little twitch. Oh my god, Bennis, take it easy, you crazy motherfucker, she's only seven-years old, it's not like you can fuck her, Randall's right there, he would probably tear off your arm and beat you to death with it if he knew what you were thinking. Just relax, that couldn't have been tongue, she's just a kid, how could she know about soul-kissing? While she was gone I sat in the booth and thought about baseball, the multiplication tables, Driver's-Ed movies, the Holocaust, anything to calm my seething libido. I couldn't understand why I was so turned on by one kiss and hand-holding. Something about her extreme youth, her incredible desirability, the forbidden fruit aspect- Oh, shit! It was like being in high school! I know that I was blushing fiercely as I waited for my little darling to return from the restroom. After Sonia returned, she took my hand again and said "Should we go? The bill is already taken care of. The studio has a charge account here". Mesmerized, I could only nod my head as I grasped her hand more tightly. She responded by pulling my hand toward her mouth and kissing the back of my hand. In the coming years, whenever I masturbated to my encounter with Sonia Vassovitch, and I did that a lot, I often shot my wad by thinking of that exact moment. I obediently followed my little sweetheart back to the limo. Randall was already waiting, engine idling, back door open. As we made eye contact, I thought that I saw a glimmer of recognition in his eyes, but it was gone before I could focus on it. As we settled into the back of the limo, Sonia never let go of my hand, not for one instant. I was grateful, because if she had, my hand would probably have been trembling. As we pulled out into traffic, Sonia pressed a button on the console, and the screen separating the front seat from the back smoothly and silently closed. At the same time I noticed how darkly tinted the windows were in the back seat. That made me feel more private and secure, holding hands with my angel. Sonia sighed and laid her head on my shoulder. "Michael, would it be alright if I sat in your lap?" My pulse rate instantly doubled. "I would like that very much, Sonia", I couldn't help but reply. She swiveled around, facing the door, plopped down in my lap and put her arms around my neck. Such tiny, frail, arms, they made me feel very masculine. She looked deeply into my eyes, a searching look that glimpsed my soul. As our faces got closer, I instinctively leaned in and kissed her softly on her sumptuous lips. She mewed in her throat very softly, and opened her mouth very slightly. So that was tongue at the restaurant! She pulled away slightly, wet her lips with her tiny pink tongue and pushed her mouth against mine, wide open. Her sweet little tongue searched for mine and found it right away. This time I moaned and licked her lips and stuck my tongue gently into her tiny mouth. After a few seconds, we found our rhythm, and began to french like two lovers. My cock was by now half-erect, just from soul-kissing this little bit of paradise. She ran her fingers through my hair and began to breathe heavily. Finally, reluctantly, we broke off our first real lover's kiss. I touched my forehead to hers, her breath blowing into my mouth, as I rubbed her back and stroked her neck and tiny ears, pierced by miniature pearl earrings. "Wow. That was amazing" I whispered. "I liked it too, Michael. Kissing you made me feel that funny feeling that I get when I stick my fingers in my pussy and move them around". What the....the little vixen knew exactly what she was doing to me! That moment was the point of no return. All I ever wanted to do for the rest of my life was kiss this beautiful seven-year old child sitting in my lap. By this time we were pulling up to the Plaza Hotel on Central Park. "This is where I'm staying, Michael. Would you like to come in for a while?" "I want to, Sonia, but I don't know if I should. You're so sweet and adorable, but you're only seven years old. What should I do? Help me out here, Sonia", I earnestly replied. Once again, she looked deep into my eyes and said "Come up to my room and fuck me, Michael. It's that simple". I was flabbergasted by that statement, yet I knew that was the truest thing I would hear that evening. "Lead on, cherie", I said. "I'm with you". As we rode up in the elevator, we held hands, not caring if anyone noticed. I was on the verge of hysteria, I wanted to fuck this little girl so much. When we got to her suite, she gave me the keycard and I opened the door and let us in. As soon as I had closed the door behind us, she instantly jumped into my arms, her legs around my waist, and showered my face with tiny wet kisses. As I held her tight, we began some serious kissing. Our mouths were starved for one another as it had been nearly fifteen minutes since our last kiss. We kissed long, deeply and sensuously, as I stroked her back and moved my hands down to her two perfect handfuls of little girl ass. "Put me down", she whispered, "I want to take off my dress." "By all means", I whispered back. I chucked her onto the bed, which made her giggle, which in turn made my cock go into the danger zone. I sat on the bed and she stood and turned her back to me and said "Unbutton me, darling. I want to be naked for you". I slowly unbuttoned the million buttons on the back of her velvet frock, kissing her neck, shoulder or ears with each button opened. I finally got the last one undone, and she turned to face me and said "Are you as turned on as I am right now?" "It's safe to say that I am", I said weakly. She shrugged her shoulders and her dress fell to the ground, exposing the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen before or since. Her graceful collarbone, her pale white skin pulsing with the faintest blue veins, and her tight midsection and innie navel. But the revelation was the nipples. Being only seven, she had not the least little bit of bosom, but her nipples were nickel sized and stuck out from her chest at least a half-inch. They were the most beautiful shade of pink I had ever seen. Her undergarments, such as they were, were unbelievably sexy. Sheer white thong panties with a side closure, so diaphanous that you could clearly see the outline of her puffy pussy lips. She wore white stockings, no garter belt, which accentuated her beautiful bubble butt. She twirled around. "How do you like me now?", she breathed. "Better than anything I've ever seen," I managed to pull up my dropped jaw long enough to say. "Now I want you to take off your shirt. I want to feel your skin against mine", said my pre-teen lover. I removed my jacket and shirt, and pulled her to me for a long kiss. "I love your hairy chest", said my precious sweetheart. "It feels so good against my nipples, it's making them hard". We kissed again, harder this time, more urgent, more insistent. Neither of us the aggressor, just working toward a common goal: to get as naked as possible, as soon as possible. "Can we take off your pants, darling? I've been dying to see your cock all night", said Sonia. I needed very little encouragement. We traded places, her sitting on the edge of the bed, and me standing in front of her. She proceeded to unbuckle my belt. "Coach?", she said, and I laughed. "Guilty", I said. One by one she popped the buttons on my jeans, drawing the process out to an almost unbelievable degree. Finally, she undid the last one, and yanked my jeans down to my ankles, her cheek brushing my cock head which was poking out of my boxer shorts. I leaned over for the latest in an endless series of deep soul kisses as she rubbed my cock through my shorts. She then eased my shorts down over my hard-on, which slapped against my pelvis as it was released. I did my best to get my feet out of the jeans and undershorts, and then I was naked except for my glasses, which I quickly removed. Sonia reached over and stroked my cock, which twitched and leaked precum right away. "Oh baby", I groaned, "that feels so fucking good". "If you like that, you're going to love this" she said, as she sucked the head of my cock between her fat, supple lips. I shuddered in ecstasy. The most the seven year-old could get into her mouth was the head, but believe me, that was plenty. I had to concentrate so as not to blow my wad in her mouth, before I got to sample that little snatch. She pooched out her lips, wet them, and rubbed the head of my cock all over her mouth, licking the sensitive underside, caressing my shaft. I pulled her face up to mine and we engaged in another mind-blowing kiss. By now we were kissing as if we had been doing it for years, biting one another's lips, sticking out our tongues and laving them together. It was time to escalate things. I laid her down on the bed and joined her, rubbing and fondling everything I could get my hands on, her perfect ass, silky smooth legs, tight abdomen, tender inside thighs, lightly pinching and sucking on her prominent nipples which seemed to become more erect everytime I touched them. I began lightly kissing and licking her belly button, down to her mons, the inside of her thighs. I looked at her pussy up close for the first time. It was a work of art, a perfect clam partially hidden in between her legs, still covered by the very opaque panties. I quickly located the closure on the thong, unhooked it and pulled it off of her leg and tossed it on the floor with the other clothes we had discarded. I looked at the baby's face. She was lightly perspiring, a thin film on her upper lip from the nipple play and descending kisses. She was still wearing the stockings, although they had become a little awry. "Spread your legs a little", I whispered as I lay on my stomach between her spindly pre-teen legs. I placed her legs on either side of my neck as I dipped my head towards her juicy young pussy. I quickly found her clitoris and alternated licking and blowing on her clit and licking the inside of her pussy. Sonia began to growl, deep in her diaphragm, and began to get into the attention her child's cunt was receiving. Soon she was moaning loudly, arching her back for maximum pussy exposure to my long fleshy tongue. In just a few moments, Sonia began to come, multiple times, writhing, twitching and practically hyperventilating, her body drenched in a cold sweat. I laid on my back, slid up the bed and held the beautiful pre-teen in my arms. My face was soaked with her delicious young juices. She threw her leg over mine, sighed deeply, stretched and smiled. Her skin had become flushed with desire as I stroked her arm with my fingernails and leaned in for another epic kiss, this one accompanied by humping and grinding. She reached between us, took my cock in her tiny hand and said "You have the perfect size cock for me. I haven't had that many men, but I don't enjoy a large cock, they hurt". For the first time in my life, I was glad that I was not well-endowed, as Sonia seemed very happy with my five and a half inches. We kissed some more as I rubbed her all over her body, reveling in the smooth, taut texture of her seven-year old skin. Again, Sonia looked into my eyes and said "You've made me happy. What can I do to make you happy?" I think that we both simultaneously knew the answer to that particular question. I rolled her over on her back, noticing the rosy glow that my cunnilingus had created on her pussy, and rolled down the stockings that she was still wearing, tossing them to the floor. The sight of the little girl's clothes on the floor mingled with mine was a major turn-on. I grabbed a pillow, lifted her butt slightly (she was as light as a feather) and placed the pillow under her. This elevated her pussy to the angle I thought that I would need to penetrate her. I wondered if I would need any lube, but this question was answered by the copious female juices that still seeped from her pre-adolescent cunt. I wanted to be gentle, but my rush to feel myself inside her was almost too much to handle. I knelt before her, spread her legs further apart, and began to swab the outside of her pussy with the head of my cock. I inserted the head between her pussy lips and gave a controlled push. To my amazement, my cock head slipped into her pussy with no resistance. I began to slowly push into her incredibly tight, hot, love canal, when I got another surprise. She suddenly thrust her pelvis forward, her pussy inhaling my rigid cock up to the hilt. Her pre-teen pussy muscles began to ripple along the length of my cock, as other of her internal muscles spasmed as if they were trying to expel my dick from her cunt. As I started to pump my cock in and out of the child, she hooked her heels on the backs of my thighs, making my task both more difficult and more pleasurable. She clutched me around the waist with her hands, as I put most of my weight on my arms, so as not to crush her as my climax started to build. Sonia was way ahead of me, as she began to come, drenching us both in her pussy juice. I was soaked from my navel to my thighs. Whoever it was that said little girls don't get wet like that, obviously never had the pleasure of fucking a real, live seven year-old wet dream. As I continued to fuck my pre-teen angel, I glanced down between us at the amazing sight of my adult penis penetrating her tiny grade-school pussy, her cunt lips stretched out over my shaft, which was glistening with her plentiful juices. My own orgasm continued to build and I lost count of the number of times my horny little baby-doll had climaxed. I felt my sperm boil in my balls as I continued to stroke in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. My cock suddenly began to spit huge blobs of hot semen into her little pre-teen cunt, which spasmed around my cock as I came as I had never come before. I blasted thick squirts of steamy come into her delicate roseate pussy. I came so hard that it almost hurt, my cockhead feeling so sensitive that it was almost unbearable. Sonia was drenched in sweat, her bangs sticking to her forehead, her maroon hair ribbon sexily askew, breathing as hard as an Olympic sprinter. She pinched her own nipples, grimaced briefly, then sighed deeply and smiled, looking at me through the eyes of love. "I love you, Michael", she said simply. "I love you too, Sonia," I said, meaning every word of it. I slowly pulled my slimy cock out of her come-filled pussy. The head slipped out with a barely audible pop, followed by a gusher of hot semen. I laid on my back, enervated, and before I knew it, I was asleep. End of Part One 17 ' "