GOOD GIRL (scroll down if you already read part 1 to read part 2) "Good girl. That's such a good girl." He talked to me like I was his little dog. His bitch. He slammed his cock in and out of my throat. Indeed, I was like a dog, on all fours, with my face right near the edge of the bed and him standing there fucking my face. My hair was tied up in pigtails, and he held onto them like they were handlebars, using my mouth like a cunt, and I felt his rigid cock down my tonsils and tasted the salty flesh. His balls slapped against my chin. "Such a good pretty little girl, such a sweet little girl... so sweet, you are a princess." My husband loved to role play like this. I was just a 12 year old girl for him to fuck. To worship his cock. I wore a tiny skirt, knee high socks, heels. All day I was pretending to be a little girl around the house, bending over when he asked or sitting on his lap. He was pretending to be my uncle and called me his sweet little girl. He had already licked my completely bald pussy until my wetness dripped on his cheek. I could feel the blood rushing from his veins, could feel his hardness all the way down my throat. I muffled my voice the way I knew he loved and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into me. "Time for your lovely white mustache," he said, just like my uncle used to, and rubbed his cock alongside my upper lip, and I could feel it reflex and shoot wads of cum. He smashed his cock on my cheek a few last times before I looked up at him with a smile. Sex has been like this ever since I told him about my uncle. For years my uncle sexually abused me as I grew up. I finally told my husband one day, terrified at how he would react. He hugged me, told me he was so sorry it happened, and that he wanted to talk to my uncle about this. Days later, he confessed that he got so hard thinking about it. He begged me to tell him more, so I told him story after story as he stroked his cock. I have early memories of my uncle touching my ass when I was just eight years old. He was often alone with me, and used to bath me and then get naked and join me in the bath, but "it was my fault since I splashed him..." My uncle would sit behind me and lightly caress my body with soap. His palms would play with my nipples and I saw soapy bubbles all over my young skin. His finger would clean my slit and I remember liking it. Something hot and throbbing was against my back side. I realize now that he had his cock between my ass crack. "Oh Mindy, you are so precious," he would say. He never did fuck me, but eventually he started playing with his cock around the house. I would walk into the room and see him there, the huge piece of sausage thing sticking out with his hands stroking it back and forth. I watched him. When I was standing up it was right at my face. How could a girl not be curious? Just touching it a little bit made him crazy. He would wrap his hand around my hand and jerk it and moan. I was so excited and got to know his cock so well over the years. I always thought it was my own pet, and my uncle would say such nice things to me when it spit. Soon, he showed me videos and how other woman put the sausage in their mouth and made his own video with just me as the star. He took me shopping, called me princess, took pictures of me, showed me pictures of other pretty girls at my age trying to be a model but telling me I was prettier than all of them I would look at myself in the mirror in fitting rooms where he had to sneak in. He'd put thongs on me and show me how a skirt would look as he rubbed the roundness of my tight ass cheeks, always taking pictures. My tiny breast showed the tanline of my bikini. I was embarrassed at the tiny white mounds, but he would show me how different bras would help, and I tried on so many of them while he watched. I remember the tiny cups. I was so pretty then, and he told me my titties were as pretty as my eyes, and that they looked better when I smiled. My husbands cock wasn't as large as my uncle, but I would never tell him that. Still, it was strong and always freshly shaved, but my uncle was as thick as my forearm back then, and I had to stretch my 7 year old lips to get them around the cock when it was hard. My husband would call me "sweet princess" and was so good at playing my uncle. And he should have, since we talked for hours on what had happened to me. It made me miss the power of my youth, of being so young, sweet, naïve, but loving attention. After the fitting rooms, my uncle would trapse me through the mall in new outfits he bought for me, and other men wold look at me. Even men with beautiful wives still looked. "Your eyes are so pretty, like your tiny titties, and if you can see the nipple through your shirt, men will look, I promise." Getting attention with your tits is something I still remember to this day. I was still firm, my breasts still were round, so sensitive, and had barely begun to droop. My cunt still tight, my ass still firm, more than most of my friends who had given birth. I watched their baby boys suckle at their breasts with envy, yet now they envied me for still having my body. My husband and I had not been able to have kids, after months of trying and fucking nearly every day until we finally stopped with plans to adopt someday (and him being grateful he could now cum wherever he wanted to). The day would come when a little girl would come into our lives, and it would change everything. (PART 2) A boy. We needed to adopt a boy in this house. With all of our issues, we shouldn't have a girl. I saw myself as a hockey mom, or a football mom, having the teen boys with smooth skin and bulging muscles running around the house. I would give them hugs. I would put on pajamas that made them look at my breasts or let my ass cheeks hang out. I would be doing laundry filled with the spunk from my horny, forever masturbating boy. Eventually, I would wear bikinis on the beach with my son, putting lotion on his girlfriend, watching my husband go crazy. But as fate would have it, a little girl was dropped on our lap. It is all too hard to believe. The phone rang at 9 am on a Wednesday. It was a social service worker in Los Angeles calling about my second cousin. She was strung out on crack cocaine and losing custody of her 11 year old child. The girls name was. Mindy and she was with a temporary foster family, but they wanted her to be with real family. I had only seen a few pictures of Mindy on facebook, but those stopped when the girl was 6. She was adorable. What to do? Let her go into foster care forever? Or take her in? I said I would fly there and see how we hit it off. All I told Andrew was that my family was in trouble. I know he would say yes to bringing her home, but I didn't want him saying yes for the wrong reason I would fly there alone and left on a Thursday evening. I slipped my wedding ring in my purse for the flight, and fantasized about having sex with random men in the airport terminal. I wore no underwear and packed no underwear. I gave smiles to whoever I saw. I had on a dress that let my cleavage smile at the world. I had a drink at the airport bar. I got nothing. I wouldn't last 2days without sex. I was to meet Mindy at her social service agency at 9 am on Friday morning. There was paperwork to fill out, background checks, supervised visitation at first, and if all went right, I would fly home with her. This was crazy. I wore a pink blouse and a black skirt. It clung tight to my body, but was the closet thing that made me look like a mom. A mom? Am I am mom? I knew I loved little girls, and always got jealous of watching moms being with their young ones in the locker rooms of my health club, but a mom? I acted like a mom when I went into the social services building, and was directed to the visitation room. I walked into the room. I was early, but there she was, a little girl, Mindy, and she was sitting on a man's lap. Both looked up shocked, but then she jumped up and came running up to me and gave me a hug. "You're here. You're here," her voice shrieked, sounding younger than a 11 year old should. It surprised me that she ran right up to me, but I loved it. Her head was snuggled just above my naval and under my breasts, and I held her close to me. Her body was tiny, but she was a strong thing. I could smell her hair, like she had shampooed it just for me this morning. I pulled her up the front side of me, pressed her face up against my breasts, ran my hands all along her backside, and then pulled her away from me to get a better look. Her blonde locks of hair stopped at her shoulders. She had a sweet smile with squinty eyes that peered into everything. She had on a white tshirt, seemed like it was a mans shirt, and pressed against the white shirt, small mounds were held round and snug inside. I could see traces of the nipples of her 28A breasts. She was dressed quite awkward, but on her face was a huge smile. The man in the room was her social worker, probably 40 some years old, and he looked at my skirt, his eyes traveled up my legs, stopped for a moment to gaze at my breasts, and then finally in my eyes. Mindy had to leave the room while we talked, did paperwork and I signed forms, some I didn't sign yet, but would have to sign to gain even temporary custody and fly home with her. "She has been neglected by her mom, but also been through a lot. A lot more than I think she has told anybody," Said the social worker. "How do you mean?" "Well, she still acts younger than her age." "How so?" "Well, for one, she still sucks her thumb when shes scared, and at night.: I imagined her with her little thumb between her lips. "How deep does she move her thumb inside her mouth?" Why did I ask that? What the hell. " She says it soothes her. She has asked for a binky before even. I let her do it sometimes. It is kind of cute." "I can see the appeal." I put my thumb in my own mouth, let my lips curve into a smile, and felt the tip of my thumb tickle the roof of my mouth. I even wrapped my tongue around its underside, the way my uncle taught me to do. Crazy as it sounds, I felt a little disappointed that my own thumb didn't grow and bulge in my mouth the way a cock does. I always took pride in sucking them into something huge and throbbing. If this man had asked me, I would have sucked his cock right there. Instead, I took my thumb out of my mouth and licked my lips. "My concern is," he said, "is it means she is not developing." "Her body looks like it should for 11. It is quite adorable, don't you agree?" "Yes, but she needs help with grooming. She does not understand certain things. You'll see. She shows no modesty in public. She does not like to wear a bra. I've tried to take her shopping. It is... an experience.." This man must want to fuck this little girl. How could he not. ? "She needs to go shopping. Needs a doctor. These are needs you will have to see to when you take her home. If you take her home." I knew I hadn't told him for sure it was a yes, but I could not see backing out now. He went bring her back. I was going to be a mom. When he brought her back into the room, he was carrying her, and they both looked so adorable. We were just going to hang out in the visitation room, have lunch brought in, and go from there. The man laid out coloring books on the ground for her. Coloring books, at 11. She was still just a child. They sat on the ground, coloring. This was kind of childish for her to do at 11, I realized, but, that is a result of her being neglected. I was in a chair, watching with a smile, thinking I should join, but then saw the most amazing site. Mindy was leaning over, coloring a picture of Dora, and her shirt hung down to reveal the most amazing little breasts I have ever seen. The mounds of flesh were so white, so pure, and the tiny nipples were pointy, perfectly round. They were surrounded by a circle of the tiniest bit of aerola as if she was just born. There was no way this man didn't see them as well. I wanted to reach my hand inside the shirt, and cup the tiny tits and feel their power. "You are doing great. You are so creative Mindy," I said. She looked up at me, and I did not want her to stop. "Thanks!" and she kept coloring, harder now, and her tiny tits shook, just a bit. I couldn't help but spread my legs, a bit at a time, tightening my skirt so that anyone could look up it. I was freshly shaved, my cunt now as bald as Mindys' probably ways, and the social worker turned to look at me. I hoped he could see. I hoped he would crawl over and put his mouth under my skirt and started lapping at my pussy. I would grab the back of his head and pull his mouth into me. Instead he started fumbling with his iphone. "You know, you will want pictures of Mindy when she is gone, you know that," I said, and got up, and lightly took the phone from his hand. I hit the camera app, pointed the iphone at the little beauty, and asked Mindy to smile. "Don't you dare move little Mindy," I said, "and smile!' I got close up pictures of her dangling tits. I zoomed in to her nipples. I got pictures of her smiling, bright eyes with her breasts fully noticeable in the background. "You are so beautiful," I said. "A princess. Just you wait until we find some nice clothes for you." She stood up and hugged me, and I bent down and pulled her back into me. Her cheek was snuggled against my cleavage,and it felt warm. "So beautiful," I whispered in her ear. "Thank you!" She spun in a circle, everything twirled. "I need to go to the bathroom" "You know where it is," the social worker said. As soon as she was out the door and we were alone, I was on my knees with the social worker standing before me. I unzipped his dockers, and pulled out his already erect cock and shoved it down my throat. It was already salty, and I bobbed my head up and down it with such enthusiasm he could not say no. Could only groan. Fuck my face, I thought, but he would not, so I sucked him deep, looked into his eyes, and saw the look on his face. He was scrolling through his cell phone pictures, looking at mindys' tits, while the curve of his cock banged the back of my throat. A groan came from his gut as his cum filled my mouth and overflowed down my lips and chin. Just as he zipped up, Mindy came back in the room. "Guess what Mindy?" I said and wiped the cum on my sleeve. "We decided you are coming home with me. Tomorrow morning. What do you think?"" "Really?" And she ran over to me, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed my lips. Her lips were so soft and mine were still sticky. "You taste funny," she said. "I know, do you like it?" I kissed her again, and saw the tiny races of cum on her little lips. Her pug nose wrinkled, she smiled. "I think I do." That night, at my hotel, with her at her temporary foster family, and me getting ready to leave in the morning, I masturbated so hard I had to turn the AC on to stop from sweating. The next morning, she wore a cute little dress and a ribbon in her hair. Both were put on terribly, but at least she was trying. We went to the airport, split a cinnabun, and I held her hand when the plane took off. It wasn't long until she was asleep. I was on the window seat (she refused, scared, her first flight). I put the armrest up, and she had laid across me, sleeping on her stomach, her head resting on my lap. I lightly caressed her back. Her skin was so young, so fresh, like she had just been born. One of her legs was still on the line of chairs, the other on the ground, her legs partly split, and her skirt hiked up, and the man across the aisle was looking right up her skirt He tried to pretend he wasn't by glancing around, stretching, but always his eyes returned to look up the tiny girl's skirt next to him. I wondered what he could see. I have always loved little butts. Always. No matter what the age. I never miss a chance to see or feel them when I can. I took my hand off of Mindy's back and traced it down her body. I felt the light skirt in my hand, between my fingers, and gave it a tug to go higher, just a bit. I watched it travel up her legs revealing more of her silky thighs. Her skirt was up to her waist on one side, but she didn't stir. I put one finger along the bottom of her panties, right along the ass cheek. It was firm, and so incredible. I lightly tugged at her panties, waiting for her to stir but she did not. The panties were now completely thongs in her ass crack, and my hand covered one cheek, lightly playing with the strong mound of flesh with my fingertips. I looked at the main across the aisle. He was being driven crazy. I smiled back at him. For a two hour flight, I had my hand on this little girl's ass cheek, and was going home to surprise my husband. (To be continued. Reach me at littlemindy987 on messenger. For females, I can voice verify on skype)