Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿ Title : Show Me Your Panties 4 Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Mg Date : 20170123 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=49554.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ShowMeYourPanties%20-%20Pedo%20M g.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : A series of encounters between men and young girls. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. --== 4 ==- I wasn't crazy about crossing the border, but there wasn't much to do on our side. All the good shit is down to the south. The good, and the illegal. Well, illegal here, I don't think too much is illegal down there. Anyway, the guys in my squad talked about it, made contingency plans if we ran into trouble, and rented two taxis. I stuffed myself in the back seat of the second one, sighed, and decided to try really hard to have fun. Have fun, and forget about... about her. We crossed the border, and soon were in the old town. We left the taxis, ate some fabulous ethnic food, and strolled the town. "Hey!" said Guido. "I know a fantastic whorehouse. Who wants?" We just stared at him, perplexed. Some of the guys, a while back, had formed the opinion that Guido was potentially gay. He didn't seem to have any desire to pound the pussy. Even the Hawaiian girls, when we'd passed through Hawaii on our way to the Mideast, even the Hawaiian girls hadn't gotten him worked up. "Guido," said Iroc. Iroc was Guido's buddy. "Guido, whadda'ya know 'bout girls? You ever fucked a real girl? Not that schoolgirl shit you bought in Japan..." "Fuck you!" said Guido, laughing. I knew he wasn't gay, I happened to know he liked little girls, from a drunken conversation we'd had long ago. Whatever, I thought then and I thought now. The guys put up with occasional weird shit from Guido 'cos he'd saved all our asses in theory once. We'd been unwisely bunched up in a knot in an alley during a firefight in Kurkuk, when a grenade came out of nowhere and landed right in the middle of us. We were dead men, there was nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide. Guido had let out this blood-curdling scream and leapt right on top of the grenade, covering it with his body. Giving up his life to save us, his buddies. We all held our breath while we waited for him to die. A minute later somebody carefully helped him to his feet and we crept away, radioing in disposal to come pop the dud grenade. He actually hadn't given his life for us, but he'd been willing to try. Like I said, in theory. Anyway, about half the squad voted for the whorehouse. What the fuck, I thought... it's been a month or two... since... since her. I wish I could italicize on this thing. Her. The bitch that stole my heart and then broke it like a cheap dinner plate. Yeah, I thought... I'll try it... I'll spend a few bucks and give what's left of my heart to some little brown-eyed ghetto princess. We were close enough to walk. The other guys took off for jewelry stores or something, and we headed further South. The guys ribbed Guido about knowing all the whorehouses from here to the coast, and he claimed he'd read about it in a travel magazine. Yeah! we laughed. We found it after asking a few locals for directions to the "prostibulo." We stood in front of the building. It looked like something from a bad western. I wondered if the place even had electricity. Well, whatever, what I was going to do could be done in the dark. It might be best done in the dark, in fact. We went in. A lazy giant fanned himself, slouching on a worn-out couch. A dog raised it's head, and then dropped it. Music played somewhere upstairs. A small man in a white suit appeared from a doorway. He looked at the gorilla on the couch. The gorilla nodded. We were safe, I guess that meant. "Can I help you, senors?" the man in the suit asked. The dog barked softly, a lonesome sound. I wondered how much this would cost me, and if I'd have to visit the dick doc after I got back to base. "We are lookin' for entertainment..." said Guido, oddly enough not speaking the local dialect, although I knew he could. "Entertainment of a... female variety." "Si!" the man exclaimed. "We have the finest dancers this side of the border! Or that side, for that matter! We have..." "We just wan' sometheeng to fock, Rico!" said Guido, not cracking a smile. "Ah yes... well..." the man seemed a little reticent. "Well, that will be more... uhm... more dollars..." "We got the shit," said Guido. "We been outa thuh states doin' thuh lord's work for so long the gubbamint had tuh take out a loan just tuh pay us." The suited man seemed to understand, and he nodded. "Gentlemen, please then be so kind to see my brother on the second floor. I believe he can assist you in your quest for carnal gratification." I nodded politely to the man as we passed, and slipped him a ten spot. I even dropped a fiver as I passed the gorilla. It never hit the floor. A few seconds later we were in front of the identical twin of the man downstairs, except this one wore a black suit. "Can I help you, senors?" the man asked. It was like deja vu all over again. I realized that I was just tired, tired of everything. Just the thought of having to work up a hard-on and then poke it into some bored brown girl made me even more tired. What was I doing here again? I almost wished I'd gone shopping instead. "Meester," said Guido, getting into his role as our spokesman. It was made doubly funny by his ethnic background and accent. "Meester, we want gorls. Purty gorls, for our pleasures!" "Yes, Ahem!" said the man. "Give me a moment to round up my... my ladies!" The man pressed a buzzer and the squad collectively hunkered down into a protective circle, all eyes out. The three doors in the room suddenly filled with shapes, and I felt my own asshole squeeze shut. But thankfully it was just girls. Some pretty girls, even. Maybe this won't be so bad, I thought. The next few minutes were fun to sit back and watch, as my buddies wrangled with Meester Pimp over prices and perversions and paired off with the giggling girls. Suddenly I realized that I was all that was left. I looked over the girls that were left... and honestly, I tried to be kind... but I didn't feel nothing. Nothing clicked for me. "Sir," Mister Pimp approached. "Sir, can you give me some idea..." "Aw shit," I said. "I just ain't feelin' the magic tonight. Just give me a couch, and I'll wait on my buddies..." "Not to pry or embarrass you, sir..." the man was eager to please. I'm sure it pained him to see some American dollars walk away. "Sir... we have... specialty ladies available, for the discriminating... customer. And not just ladies, we have some... uhm... beautiful boys, also..." Goddam, this guy wasn't going to take no for an answer. Shit. No, I was not interested in a little brown boy. But... I had a thought, a fun way to yank his chain. I thought of Guido, and wished I'd noticed the girl he'd cut out of the herd. "I don't want no little boy," I told him. "You got a little girl, though? You got a cute little senorita that's maybe never been touched by a man before?" The man blanched, he positively blanched, as I understand the meaning of the word. Then he smiled, a totally different smile than he'd shown me earlier. "Si, senor!" he said. He seemed way happier now. I wondered if he was pleased he'd made a sale. Made a sale? Had he? What was I gonna do now? Would I have to go through with it? Could I just sit on the bed and talk to her for thirty minutes? I couldn't fuck a little girl, could I? Did I even want to think about that? And how little were we talking about? The pimp had pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. Damn, it looked out of place in this room. He hit some buttons and someone answered. He chattered away, totally unaware that I understood Spanish, although, truth be known, I don't speak it well. He basically said to some woman named Angela that the deal with her girl could happen now if she still wished it to. Yes, he said, I haven't told him a price, but we'll go with eight hundred US dinero. Bring the girl, then, quickly! He hung up. I pretended to be unaware of the conversation, of course. "Meester," he said, hemming and hawing. I guess he thought I'd have a problem with the amount. I did have a problem with the amount. I had more than that on me, but damn... eight hundred bucks is a lot, for half an hour's conversation with a little girl. Of course, I didn't know yet how little she'd be, or anything like that. I wondered if I'd be able to guess her age just by looking at her. "The girl you asked for, she is expeenseeve. She will cost you a thousand American dollars, not Pesos. Is that acceptable?" He looked like he was ready to run, just in case I blew up. Eight hundred for the mother, I thought, and two hundred for Mister Pimp, here. I was very calm. "Mister..." I stopped and waited. At last, somewhat grudgingly, he said, "Gomez." "First or last?" I asked, and he said it was his last name. "Mister Gomez," I said. "I am just a poor soldier. I am interested in your offer, or I might be, after I see the girl, but I cannot afford such an exorbitant amount. Thank you for understanding. I will stop wasting your time now." He didn't like that. We passed some more bullshit back and forth, and finally he cracked. "Okay then!" he said. "Seven fifty. I must tell you, I am taking a loss at that price. The girl's mother is... is very insistent..." About that time the stairs creaked behind me. I turned, ready to defend myself, wondering if it was the gorilla. Out of the doorway appeared a tired haggard looking older woman, and the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen. I'm sure my jaw dropped. This? I was going to be offered this? This heavenly little creature was for sale? Shit... goddam fucking shit... what was I doing here again? My mind froze and reeled at the same time. The girl was beautiful almost beyond description, but she was wearing some kind of stretchy leggings and a tiny shirt several sizes too small for her. The reason for that was obvious, her young chest was flat, but her hard little nipples poked through the tight cloth. She almost looked like somebody's comical attempt to dress a kid up like a little pre-teen hooker. With a start I realized that's exactly what it was. I was just glad they hadn't plastered make-up on her. She was beautiful way beyond makeup. She was stunning. I realized they were talking. "He says he is too poor," the man said softly to the woman in Spanish. "He is interested, but he doesn't want to pay a thousand. I went down to seven fifty. He wanted to see the girl first." The woman nodded. Oh shit. What do I do now? I thought. The girl stood, staring at me. I wondered what she thought, if she even had the slightest idea what was really going on. I'll try, but I don't think I can describe her. Her age... I couldn't guess her age... somewhere between eight and eleven, maybe. You can just imagine what she looked like. Flawless caramel skin, deep brown eyes, jet black hair past her butt... and beautiful, god she was beautiful. She looked like nothing I'd ever seen on this planet. Yeah, I thought... a thousand? She was worth a million, at least. If I could do it, if I could get it up for a kid. For the most beautiful kid in the world... I realized the man and woman were watching me. Shit. I had to do something. The best thing to do would be to turn and walk away, and forget I'd ever seen her face. But this one hurt, for some reason. So soon, so soon after losing Sadie, this one would hurt. I just wanted a few minutes in the company of a creature like this, this creature of unearthly and almost divine beauty. Why? I didn't know that. I just knew what I wanted. Money? Fuck money, money don't mean shit to me. All I done the last ten years is kill people, and send the money I make home. The guy that invests it for me, he's done real good. I'm actually a millionaire, a millionaire who gets to kill people that piss off my government. I guess that's why I don't really care about money, 'cos I got enough of the shit. Five hundred bucks then, I thought. I turned to the pimps. "Four hundred for you," I said to the woman, "and a hundred for you." The last was to the man. They both looked a bit sour, I think they'd planned on making their fortune off me. The man stared at the woman. At last she nodded. We all three shook hands, and I turned to the girl. Shit, I thought. Now what? --==+==- The man led us to a room, but at the last minute I asked him for another room, afraid of cameras. Of course, every room here could have a camera, but I didn't want to walk right into a set-up. Of course, this guy would never know my name, if he was fixing to frame me... but, being paranoid has gotten me to where I am today, and it's too late to change my habits. The door shut, and I locked it with the deadbolt inside. Of course, they'd have the key. I turned. The girl was sitting on the couch already. I did a quick scan for hardware like cameras, but everything in the room looked older than dirt. At some point you've just gotta hope. I approached the girl. She watched me fearlessly, almost to my surprise. I'm big and scarred up, and I know I'm an ugly mofo. But I didn't seem to scare her, and that pleased me. "Darlin'," I said. "What's your name?" "Daphne," she replied softly. Her voice sent a chill through me. She sounded like an angel. "Do you know why you're here, Daphne?" I asked her. She nodded. "You have paid to fuck me," she said. I grimaced, hearing a beautiful little girl say an ugly word, and then nodded to her. "I have, my dear," I said, "but I don't think I can. You are too young and too beautiful to spoil. But tell me, dear, tell me the truth. Have you ever, before? Has anyone..." I tried to say the "F" word but I just couldn't in front of her. "Has anyone made love to you before?" She almost looked sad. "No sir," she said, shaking her head slightly. She went on. "I have been... I have been licked before, down there. Licked, you know? Lamido? A man paid to do that last week." "Yeah..." I sat heavily on the couch. Could I let this kid be drawn into this life? Could I let her be a hooker, when she should still be playing with dolls? I felt for this kid, I really felt for her, although... I was feeling other things, too. To my dismay, I was feeling a powerful attraction to her. And... this close to her... I drew a breath in through my nose, and smelled her wonderful smell. She smelled like a million wonderful things. Most of all, she smelled like a little girl. Weirdly, I felt my cock stir, and begin to engorge. "Why is your mother..." I started, but she interrupted me. "She is not my mother!" she said sharply. I'm sure I looked surprised at her vehemence. "My mother died a few years ago," she explained. "She is just a neighbor that took me in. She says I owe her money for food and clothes. That's why she's doin' this, why she's tryin' to whore me out." "Is she nice to you?" I asked, wondering about her relationship with the woman. "Not really..." she said hesitantly. "She makes me sleep on the floor. I can only eat when her family is done, whatever they've left..." Shit. Now I was in turmoil. I hadn't known this kid for ten minutes, and I already wanted more for her. More than this life. I looked at her, I really looked at her. I had money, and my best friend was a lawyer. A wormy, goofball lawyer who had absolutely no moral code whatsoever. He would do whatever I wanted, he knew my money was good. What was I planning? Are you crazy? I asked myself. What the fuck are you thinking? "Daphne," I said. "I'm sorry, my name is Eugene. My friends call me Weegie, and you can too." She nodded. I went on. "Look..." I said, sighing. "Darlin'... are you happy? Is this the life you want? Would you like... would you like to go to the states with me? Would you like to live with me?" She regarded me, motionless and expressionless. At long last she opened her mouth, and then closed it. She finally sighed, and slumped. "How can I..." she said, almost seeming to be puzzled. "How can I believe that? Are you serious? Do you not think you'll get in trouble? You'll have to what... steal me? Or are you gonna try an' buy me? You got that much on you?" Damn, the girl was smart. She understood the situation pretty well. And she had asked questions that I didn't have all the answers for. "Darlin'..." I said, sighing myself. I leaned forward towards her, and she almost instinctively fitted herself into my arms. I wrapped myself around her tiny body, and I felt tears in my eyes. "Daphne, you must trust me. Yeah, my friends and I can get you out of here, I think... we're pretty capable. I'll try my damndest, if that's what you want. Do you want out?" My mind was screaming at me, telling me I was crazy, that I was fucking up. But it was made up, at the same time. Yeah, this is what I want. All those years of being a soldier, of taking orders, killing people and blowing shit up... that didn't matter, now. Just this poor little girl mattered. "Yeah..." she said, staring at me intently. "Yeah, hell yeah, that's what I want. I want to believe, but... I been promised shit before." That made me saddest of all, but I understood where she was coming from. I understood her mistrust. "Honey, like I said, just give me a chance. Let's try it, okay?" "Okay," she said, her eyes boring into mine. She smiled, then, a beautiful smile. She leaned forward, lifting her face. At the last moment I realized what she was doing, and put my face down. Our lips touched for a moment. Something magical and almost electric shot through my body. And her smell, god almighty her smell. She smelled like heaven to me. "Weegie," she spoke confidently now. I stared into the black centers of her fathomless eyes. "Weegie, before we try... before we try, make love to me, please! Make me a woman, in case something happens." I snorted, and laughed gently at her. That sounded pretty dramatic, but kids are like that, girls especially... little drama queens. "My little dear, nothing's going to happen. We're going to walk out of here with you. You will live with me, then. I might... I might even retire..." "Weegie. Adolpho has a gun. He hides it in his fat, behind his belt." "Who is Adolpho? The gorilla?" she giggled at that, and nodded. "Yeah," she said. "If he can drag his fat ass off the couch, he's got a gun." I considered myself warned. We sat for a moment, and she was comfortable and warm in my lap. "Well? Are you gonna?" she asked me. I could feel her breath in my face. "Am I gonna what?" I asked. "Are you gonna make love to me?" she said, almost petulantly. "Darlin'," I laughed. "Let me show you somethin'..." I'm not proud of this next part, although... although it worked out well in the end. I sat her on the couch beside me and stood up and turned, unzipping my pants. She watched me with interest, and maybe... maybe a little anticipation. She knew what she was fixing to see. I pulled my cock out. It was difficult because it was pretty hard and didn't bend well. Okay, when I was young, I was proud of my cock. It's gotten me a lot, over the years. I ain't John Holmes, or whoever the latest big-dicked porn star is, but I got a pretty good sized dick. I wanted her to see it, I wanted her to know why I couldn't make love to her. I looked at her, and I could tell from her face that she'd gotten my point. "Okay," she said, and nodded. "You're right. But there's other stuff we can do..." I just laughed as I started to stuff my cock back in my pants. Why was she so insistent that we do something? What did it matter? "Weegie, listen!" she said. "First, we got some time to kill, 'til your buddies get done fuckin' the girls. Two... we need to do this, we need somethin' to tie us together. Weej... honest, I want this, I want this bad... I wanna be your ol' lady, if you'll have me. At least do somethin', please! Can you maybe just rub me with it? On my cooter?" Shit. I just stared at her. For a brief instant I wondered what I would be getting myself into, taking a worldly-wise ten year old pre-hooker under my wing. This girl had probably been exposed to stuff that would make me blush. I sighed. But... to my surprise... I wanted to do it, I wanted to do... hell, anything... I already loved this little creature more than I'd loved anything in my life. I wanted to make love to her, like hell I did... when she was old enough and big enough. I'd split her in two, now. I left my dick out. It was hard and getting harder. She lay back on the couch, and peeled the leggings down her long slender legs. And goddam... she was bare underneath. That quick, that quick I was staring down into her wonderful little cunt. And... damn... she was as beautiful below as she was above. I'd never seen one like it, well, truth be known, I hadn't seen a smooth young one in twenty years or so, since I was young myself... but damn this little creature was beautiful. Just fabulous. She lay back on the couch and lewdly spread her legs apart. Her little cunt literally gapped open, and I felt a lurch inside of me. I knew I was on shaky ground. I felt breathless. I realized I no longer owned myself. This girl owned me totally, now. "Come on!" she said, staring up at me. "Rub my pussy! Make me cum, please!" Yet another indication my little angel wasn't that angelic. So the fuck what. My cock was hard as glass and oozing pre-cum like a leaky faucet. I stood in front of her and pressed my cock down until I touched her sweet little cunt with it. I rubbed hard on her, right on her clit, and she sighed and closed her eyes. I reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head, with her assistance. Her little nipples just left me helpless, they were so incredible. They were dark brown, almost black... the most beautiful little pointy things in the world. I rubbed my fingers over them, feeling their hardness, and hearing her moan below me. Glass? Fuck, her nips were harder than diamond. Tasting them... I almost shivered. I would savor that, when it happened. I never dreamed... I never dreamed a little girl could do this for me, could make me feel this way. What I thought I'd felt for Sadie... that was just warming up. I was head over heels in with this girl, damn deep. Already. I looked down. She was a sight, her back was arched and her arms were in mid-air, her hands curled. Her legs were pulled up to her body, and spread widely. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open and she was breathing in short hard gasps. My cock was running along her pussy, up her slit and down, pushing her pussy lips apart as it rubbed along the trough of her cunt. The cap of my cock was so hard it was past purple, and it almost glowed. I realized that I was way more turned on now than I think I'd ever been, and hell, I've been pretty pumped before. She came, explosively. I could tell she wasn't a stranger to cumming. She blew up and melted down, she exploded and imploded, all those things we say when we talk about cumming. She came real good. I just kept scraping up and down her pussy slit and her clit with my cock, and pretty soon, damn if she didn't cum again. And yet again, a few minutes later. Damn, the kid could cum. "Weej..." I heard her say weakly, and opened my eyes. I hadn't noticed they'd been closed. Hers were open and she blearily looked up at me. In spite of that I could already see love in her eyes. Sweat glazed her forehead and matted her hair to her head. "Weej, you gonna cum?" my darling asked me, and I laughed. I relaxed or did whatever I had to do, and felt it start. Suddenly lightening and liquid fire exploded down my spine, and my prostate collapsed into a quivering lump of jelly. What felt like a gallon of sperm blasted through my urethra, and I hosed her down good. Cum splashed everywhere, all over her belly, up on her neck and under her chin, down into her asscrack and dripping down the sides of her body. A little even splashed on her face, but she acted like it didn't bother her a bit. She was soaked. She giggled and I finally laughed with her. I got a hand towel from the dresser, dampened it and cleaned her up. We sat on the couch and I hugged her against me. "Darlin'," I whispered to her, "Don't ever forget. I love you. I'll do anything for you. Just give me a chance to love you..." She nodded, and we kissed. "I love you too," she said. "I'll never forget. And don't you dare! I love you!" --==+==- Getting her out was almost too easy. Once I heard my buddies out in the anteroom I took Daphne out and introduced her and told them we were liberating her. They all liked that, my buddies love the potentiality of a good fight and they love to do the right thing, which is what we were doing by taking Daphne with us. The gorilla was no problem, to everyone's surprise Guido pulled his highly-illegal-in-this-country service firearm from beneath his belt, and when the gorilla saw that he just froze. We frisked him, and pulled a cigarette lighter that looked like a pistol off him. Mister Pimp looked uncomfortable, I'm sure he was in for a shouting match when the woman came back and the girl was gone. I dropped another hundred on him for his trouble. We sent two scouts ahead, and moved cautiously through enemy territory. At last we were back at the border and we crossed easily, although I had to grease a few palms to get Daphne across. Luckily we were coming into the US and not going out. My lawyer can get Daphne papers, I'm not worried about that shit. I've taken the rest of my leave until I decide what to do. Most of all I just want to spend time with her, and hold her. She is everything to me, that quickly. I hold her most of the evening, and all night. She is my life. --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING. http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255