Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Oceanelvr41
Title: Famous Internet Models
Part: Part 1
Summary: A man meets the legendary Oceane Dreams before she is famous.
Keywords: Mg,ped,cons
Language: English

   Adults Only Famous Internet Models By Oceanelvr41

   Dear, readers.  This story is 100% fiction.  The events and actions that
take place herein are entirely from my crazy mind.  I do not condone the
actions described, and I certainly would never perform them in real life.
The following story is simply a fantasy.

   No persons were harmed in the writing of this story.  This story is
simply my attempt at writing something different.  I wrote this fast so if
there are any errors I apologize in advance.

   If sex between a man and a young girl is not your thing, then I suggest
you look elsewhere.



   ******* For much of my life, I worked as a cleaner.  The kind of cleaner
that showed up at your door when you made a mess with the wrong people.  I
was very good at it, and this allowed me to live my life pretty much
however I wanted.  I traveled the world, made lots of money, and met many
interesting people.

   How I got into that line of work is another story altogether.  What I
want to talk about today is my experiences with girls.  Not just any girls,
however.  But girls who in certain circles would be considered famous.  In
fact, a few are downright legendary in groups of people.

   I have had many conquests over the years this is the story of how it all
got started.

   Years ago, I had a contract with a Russian mobster named Vladimir.  He
controlled a vast empire in Russia and was one of only a few men who had
absolute power in that country.  He was involved in many different
businesses and sometimes he had a need for a man such as myself who was
unaffiliated with the mafia but could still be trusted to get the job done.

   Over the years I did many jobs for him all of them 100% successful. 
Consequently, he relied on me and trusted me.  Or at least as much as a man
such as himself could trust.  After finishing a recent job, I was invited
up to his estate in the suburbs of Moscow for dinner.  I had been there
before several times and was looking forward to a good meal, a few drinks,
and maybe one of his girls for the evening.  I had no idea that my life
would forever change on that day.

   I arrived at Vladimir's estate mid-afternoon.  His place truly was a
palace.  It contained everything that a man of his stature should including
a vast landscape complete with a pond and small woodlands.  He had acres of
property, and his driveway alone took a few minutes to traverse.

   I passed through all of the checkpoints, most of the guards familiar
with me by now and continued towards the main house.  On this day, I
noticed something different, however.

   There were several vans parked along the drive, and I saw people and
over by the pond.  As I drove, I noticed what could only be big lights
pointing towards the pond.  Then I noticed a man with a camera taking
photos of somebody who looked to be a girl but from this distance I
couldn't tell.

   I was immediately curious, but I knew better than to leave Vladimir
waiting.  Finally, I arrived at the main entrance.  Another guard eyed me
suspiciously as I parked and got out of the car.  Vladimir came out of the
entrance hands out.

   "Carl, my old friend.  How are you today?" Vladimir said in broken
English.  He then gave me a hug.  His guards all tensed as he did this. 
They all knew who I was and what I did and could have easily been there for
Vladimir himself.  He released me and motioned towards the door.

   "So, tell me, comrade, how was your visit to Leningrad?" This was code
for,

   "did you take care of the guy or not?"

   "It was very productive," I replied with a smile.

   "Good, good." He said as we walked.  He would mention the job no more
now that he was satisfied that the job was complete.  "So tell me how long
are you staying in Russia?  I might have another job in a week or two if
you are interested."

   "Then I guess I am staying for another week or two," I said.

   "Excellent.  Then join me for dinner.  We talk business later.  Okay?"
He said with a wave of his hand.

   "Sure," I said.  Then I asked.  "So what's with all the lights and
cameras over by the pond?"

   He smiled.  "My latest business venture.  Come we go." He said and began
to walk towards the side entrance of the massive house.  I followed, and on
the way, he explained.  "Intenet modeling websites." He said with a grin
which only widened when he saw my confusion.  (I should clarify here that
this was before Facebook and Twitter.

   But after the tech bubble burst.  This was a time when porn sites were
just about the only thing making money on the internet.)

   "It's very simple we take pictures of the girls and put them up on the
internet.  Sometimes we say they are modeling the rather skimpy clothes
that they are wearing, either way; people pay big money to see these girls
on our websites." He stated as we walked.

   "I call them my Dreams." He said proudly.

   "But aren't there already a lot of these websites around," I asked. 
Thinking that he didn't have a new idea here.

   Vladimir only smiled "Not like these girls my friend, not like these
girls." He put his arm on my shoulder.  "You'll see." He said smiling and
led me out towards the compound.

   Vladamir led me out to the compound where they were photographing the
models.  There were several sites that they used within the area.  One was
an old house that was falling apart.  Another was near a pond.  I saw
several chairs set up with girls sitting in them wearing robes.

   They were chatting with each other in Russian.  Several men were moving
around adjusting lights, getting film for the photographer, and doing
whatever the men in charge asked.

   As we got closer to the current location, the one by the pond, I noticed
a girl posing with her feet partially in the water.  She was completely
topless wearing on a small red bikini bottom.  But that isn't what struck
me this girl couldn't have been a day over 12.

   Her perfectly flat breasts and smooth flat belly were on full display
for the man quickly snapping photographs of her.  Occasionally the man
would issue commands in Russian.  "Okay, Dany now turn to left.  Good. 
Now, look right at the camera.  Good." The photo session continued for a
few more minutes, and I was completely in awe of what I was looking seeing.


   Up until this point in my life, I had never even considered the
possibility that I could be attracted to a child, yet here I was watching a
man take photos of a half-naked 12-year-old girl with my cock rising in my
pants.  The beautiful little creature smiled and posed as instructed until
finally, the man with the camera said.

   "Okay, Dany that's perfect go back and sit with the other girls." She
put on her robe and walked back towards the area with the other girls
sitting in chairs and sat down.  Soon she was giggling and talking with the
other beauties.

   I was genuinely confused by the feelings that I was having.  Being a hit
man I didn't exactly have high morals.  In fact, I would perform just about
any job, providing that the money was good enough.  However, I always
thought I had a code.  Not just in my professional life but in my personal
life as well.  Here I was turned on by a very young girl.

   Before I could contemplate what this all meant the man called out. 
"Okay Oceane your up come on over here honey."

   I watched as another young girl stood up from her chair.  She said
something to one of the girls and then promptly dropped her towel by her
chair.  My heart began to pound.  She was wearing a yellow bikini bottom
with little watermelons on it and nothing else.

   Like the other girl she too was completely topless.  A slight breeze was
blowing, and her perfect little nipples were already beginning to harden. I
was transfixed on her every move as she made her way towards the pond. 
Never in my life had been this turned on.

   My cock a noticeable steel beam in my pants as I watched her walk over.
The little girl just exuded sex as she walked.  She seemed to be completely
at ease with her nakedness.  She walked slowly towards the pond as if she
knew that every man there was watching her with amazement.

   I noticed everybody stopped what they were doing as she made her way to
the small beach by the pond.  The only one who didn't seem to be under her
spell was Vladimir who promptly yelled.  "Okay, you motherfuckers back to
work.  We only have so much good light today."

   The men quickly began to get back to work while a makeup girl applied a
few touches to the beautiful lolita's face and body.  I couldn't imagine
she needed much this girl was perfect.  `What did he say her name was?' I
thought.  `Oceane.  That's it.'

   She looked over at us for just a second and smiled.  In that brief
second that seemed to last forever, I contemplated a future in which I was
a pedophile and watching this goddess pose and smile for the photographer I
didn't care.  I knew at that moment that I had to have her whatever the
cost.

   Transfixed by her I watched the young vixen place both her arms back on
the ground and pushed her chest out towards the camera with a wicked smile
upon her lips.  Her luscious preteen nipples thrust forward for all of the
world to see.  She loved the camera, and the camera loved her.

   This girl made love to the camera like it was something for her to
seduce.  How a girl of her age knew how to do that was beyond me, but I
knew that I would do everything I could to find out.

   "You like," Vladimir asked, seeing my hypnotized expression.

   I nodded and asked.  "Where did you find her."

   "I have a guy who picks these girls up in the poor sections.  It's a
good deal for her.  The money we pay them is, how you say?  Peanuts to me
but for her and her family, it will feed them for months.

   This one though she is special." He said glancing at the girl.  "She has
something, doesn't she.  I myself like a girl with a little bit of meat on
her, but I must admit if I were so inclined." He trailed off looking at
her. "You stay if you like," Vladimir said to me.

   "When you're ready we have drinks at the main house later.  Okay?" He
said as he made his way back towards the house.  It was more of a demand
than a question, and he didn't wait for a response from me.  I knew we
would finish our business later on but right now I couldn't think of
anything else but this beautiful little creature posing in front of me.

   The cameraman continued to snap pictures of her in various poses.  She
leaned against a tree and placed her arms up above her head totally
exposing herself to the camera.  Her long hair was flowing over her
shoulders as the man kept snapping photos.  She was an absolute pro as he
gave her instructions on where to stand and when to smile.

   Next, they moved over to another part of the water area.  The camera man
gave her a bottle.  I almost came in my pants watching her as she applied a
little bit of oil to her perfect body.  He took pictures of her for another
half and hour or so before finally, he said.

   "Okay, Oceane that's enough for today.  Thank you, honey." He said
kissing her hand.  Once again I was struck by how immodest she was walking
around wearing only a bikini bottom.

   She walked past where I was standing and smiled at me.  "Hello," She
said in a thick Russian accent.

   "Hi." Was all I could say back to her.  I felt like a teenager in school
in her presence.  Here I was a world renowned contract killer, and I was
dumbstruck in front of a little girl.  I had to laugh in spite of myself at
the sheer absurdity of that.

   I watched as she made her way back to the chairs and sadly put on her
robe.  Most of the other girls had gone it seemed.  She did strike up a
conversation with one of the girls who was still there.  This one was
another pretty little thing who had a smile that could kill you.

   They both glanced in my direction and giggled as I watched them.  Most
of the crew seemed to be wrapping up for the day as the sun was starting to
set.  The two girls began walking back towards the house accompanied by one
of Vladimir's bodyguards.

   I sighed and made my way back towards the compound.  After making my way
into the house, I soon found Vladimir in his office.  I was told to wait in
the receiving room until he could see me.

   My waiting turned out to take almost an hour before I spotted Vladimir's
right-hand man Mikael.  He came towards me and motioned towards a side
entryway.  Mikael was the Russian version of a consigliere for Vladimir and
handled most of the day to day affairs of their empire.

   "Carl my friend how are you." He said shaking my hand with a smile.

   "I am well Mikeal, how is the family?" I asked.

   "Ah, they drive me, how you say?  up the wall." He said this with a
smile though.  "So Vladimir tells me you have a taken a liking to our new
operation?"

   I immediately blushed.  "Ah yes, it is quite the operation." I
stammered. He laughed.  "Nothing to be ashamed of.  A man must have his
vices." He said genuinely.

   "No man should have to be ashamed of what he likes we must satisfy our
desires so that we can get down to business when it is necessary.  That is
the problem with you Americans; you deny yourselves your cravings until
they become obsessions."

   I nodded in agreement.  "Yes, but until today I never knew I even felt
this way."

   "Once again comrade do not be ashamed.  Here." He said handing me an
envelope.

   "This is your payment for the job and a little something extra for a job
well done."

   I started to protest, but he put his hand up.  "No, you earned it my
friend.  Besides, I think you're going to really enjoy the bonus I leave
for you." He said with a wicked smile.  Then his face hardened once more.
"Now, unfortunately, Vladimir will be unable to join you for dinner
tonight, some pressing business has come up.

   He did want me to remind you though that if you choose to remain in
Russia another week or so that there will be work." He put out his hand,
and I shook it then he added.  "The choice however as always is your's,
comrade.  Until next time." With that, he headed back into the study and
was soon in conversation with Vladimir.

   I made my way out to my car and got in.  Before I left, I opened the
manilla envelope.  Inside was $50,000.  This was my fee for the job that I
had done.  Sometimes it was more, and sometimes it was less.  I bid on
job's based on difficulty.

   The one I had just completed was somewhat complicated, hence the large
sum of money.  There was also a note written by Mikeal and another
envelope. The note read.  "Carl my friend.  Once again thank you for a job
well done.  Inside contains copies of the photos from our session today. 
Enjoy.  P.S.  here is here address." Written at the bottom was the address
of the girl I had fallen in love with just a few hours ago.  I could barely
turn the ignition key I was shaking so much.

   Never in my life had I felt this way about someone.  In fact, I prided
myself on being composed in just about every situation.  I could face down
a hail of bullets without so much as a flinch but the realization that I
could fall in love with someone in only a few minutes let alone a girl no
more than 11 or 12 years old had me completely off kilter.

   I drove back to my hotel in downtown Moscow and quickly showered.  I
ordered room service and ate nice dinner.  My thoughts though were on
Oceane.  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her out of my mind. 
While I ate, I pulled out the photos Mikeal had given me.

   I marveled at the beauty of this girl.  I studied each photo with great
earnestness admiring her flat stomach, the perfect nipples, and budding
breasts.  I even noticed her petite toes as she placed them up onto the
tree and dipped them in the water.

   Finally, I couldn't take it any longer I put the pictures away and got
dressed.  I knew I just had to see her again.  I programmed the address
into the GPS and headed to her house.  The address was definitely in the
poorer part of Moscow, and that's saying a lot considering that most of the
country was still very much in poverty even 10 or 15 years removed from the
cold war with America.

   I didn't know what I was going to do when I saw her again all I knew was
that I had an uncontrollable urge to see her in person once again.  Despite
what I did for a living I considered myself a man of morals and regardless
of my new found discovery about myself I knew I would never hurt her.

   No doubt I wanted her.  I wanted her more than anything else I had ever
wanted in my life, but I wouldn't force myself on her.  I figured best case
scenario I could get her to model some private pictures for me and that
would be the end of it.

   Driving through the seedy part of Moscow many people stared at my
expensive car I was unworried there were few people in this world that I
feared, and I doubted any of them would surface tonight.  I found her flat
and parked my car.

   The neighborhood truly was a shit hole.  Refuse everywhere, hookers on
the corner, and the smell was like an American garbage dump.  It was
getting late, and the street lights that weren't broken had come on
already. I just sat in my car watching her little door trying to figure out
how to approach her.

   "What if her parents answer the door?  How would I explain my presence
to them?  What would I say to her when I did see her?" I contemplated all
of this while I lit a cigarette.  Before I could decide on my next move the
door to her flat opened and a little girl came running out.  My heart began
to beat faster as I realized it was her.

   I heard a screaming from inside the door in Russian.  My Russian is
passable but not great, so I didn't understand every word, but the tone was
one of anger and violence.  Oceane came running up the street towards where
my car was parked when the man who was yelling came out the front door.

   The man was a big at least 6'2" and over 250lbs.  He had the obligatory
wife beater over his large belly and pair of dirty jeans with no shoes on.
He staggered out the flat towards her still yelling in Russian.  Oceane
kept running but unfortunately for her, this was a dead-end alley, and
there was no escape.

   As I watched he staggered toward her spitting what could only be Russian
expletives.  The man cornered her, and as she passed under a light, I could
see tears streaming down her pretty face.

   The man slowed now knowing that he had her trapped and took a swig of
the bottle of Stoli's he had in his hand.  He pointed at her and yelled
again in Russian.  Unconsciously I opened the door and got out of the car.
I watched as he slowly approached the girl.

   Her pretty eyes were scanning in every direction looking for a way
around him.  Finally, she sprung to her left.  The girl would have made it
if not for a crack in the pavement that caused her to stumble.  The ugly
fat man caught her by the wrist and pulled her towards him.  I slowly
approached them from behind using all of my training and skills to be
completely silent.

   He continued to speak to her in a slurring Russian voice as he pushed
her towards the side of a building.  What I saw next made my blood boil. 
He reached down and began to undo the belt on his pants.  Before I could
even think I moved forward and grabbed him from behind.

   I saw on his face a look of surprise as my arms encircled his neck.  He
struggled briefly but my grip was secure, and in a matter of moments he was
unconscious in my arms.  I released him and let him drop to the ground. 
His face hit the side of the curb.

   "Good.  Now you'll have a few missing teeth to go along with that
monster headache when you finally wake up." I thought as I looked at him.
Then I heard Oceane crying.  She had crouched down against the side of the
building and had her face between her knees.

   "It's okay honey," I said in a calm voice.  "He won't bother you
anymore." She looked up at me and my heart melted under her gaze.  "He
dead?" She asked in broken English.

   "No," I said looking back at him.  "But he's gonna have one hell of a
headache when he wakes up," I said smiling.  She seemed to compose herself
a little and sniffed hard.  She used her hands to wipe away the tears on
her face.  I handed her a handkerchief, and she took it doing her best to
wipe her face and blow her nose.

   I kept a safe distance not wanting to scare her.  "Do you remember me
from earlier today?" I asked tentatively.  She looked up at me again and
smiled.  "Yes, you at big house while man takes picture of me." She said.

   "That's right.  I am a friend of the man who pays you to have your
picture taken." I put my hand out.  "I am Carl.  What's your name?" She
began to stand up taking my hand.  I finally noticed what she was wearing.
A little pink t-shirt with a picture of a unicorn on it.  A pair of shorts
and some rough looking tennis shoes with no socks.

   I noticed immediately that her little nipples were poking through the
shirt as she stood up.  I also noticed a scrape on her knee no doubt from
the scuffle with the man.

   "Is that your Papa," I asked in Russian.

   Her eyes narrowed.  "Yes, papa." She replied.  Looking down at him with
disgust.

   "Are you okay," I asked pointing to the scrape on her knee.  She looked
down now and seemed to notice the wound for the first time.  Her hand went
to it, and she winced as she touched it.  "It hurts." She said.

   "Come," I said motioned towards my car.  She looked at me unconvinced
and didn't move.

   "Medicine," I said once again pointing towards my car.  She looked at me
then down at her father then slowly began to follow me back to my car.  I
opened the door and motioned for her to sit then I went around to the trunk
and popped the latch.  In my line of work, I always kept a complete first
aid kit even when I wasn't on the job.

   I pulled it out and went back to the front of the car.  She sat with her
feet out barely touching the ground as I knelt down and began to tend to
her scrape.  She winced as I poured peroxide on the wound but never cried
out.

   "Tough girl." I thought as I continued to tend to her.  Finally, I
applied a band aid and said.  "Okay all better."

   She looked down and said.  "Still hurts."

   "That's okay I have a fix for that," I said unable to help myself I
leaned down and kissed her bandage as I did my hand lightly brushed her
soft calf and I lost my breath for a second.  She giggled as I kissed her
and I smiled back.  "See all better."

   She got up from the seat and stood in front of me.  "What is your name?"
I asked.  I knew the answer of course, but I was desperately trying to
prolong our conversation.

   "Oceane." She said sheepishly.  "And you Carl.  My hero." She smiled
once again melting me with her beautiful eyes.

   "I don't know about that," I said.  "I just did what anybody would." She
kept smiling and shook her head.  "No, no he do this before, and men watch.
You hero."

   I smiled blushing like a fucking school kid.  "Well, it's over now
honey. You better get back to your mama." I said inwardly smacking myself
for suggesting that she leave.

   She bowed her head.  "No mama.  She gone." Oceane said.  "Only me, Katya
and papa now." Tears started to form in her eyes now.  "He get drunk every
time I bring money and try to." Her voice trailed off.  The implication was
clear enough.

   This beautiful little creature had worked all day exposing herself to
the world so that she could feed her little sister and her deadbeat father.
Who would turn around and piss away all the money then try to rape her?  My
fists clenched I really wanted to kill the son of a bitch now, but this
wasn't the time or place.

   "It's okay honey," I said brushing the tears from her face.  "Are you
hungry?  I could take you to get something to eat?"

   She looked up and smiled again.  "Yes, hungry."

   "Okay," I said motioning towards the passenger door.  "Hop in." She
looked puzzled at this expression but seemed to figure out what I meant as
she hurried around to the other side and got in.  I pulled away from the
curb and began heading out of the slums my head spinning with a whole range
of thoughts.

   Some of these thoughts very inappropriate.  Looking at the car, Oceane
said.  "Are you rich?" I smiled.  "I guess I do okay." The Cadillac I was
driving was a rental and I guess it was nice enough but it was nothing
compared to the Aston Martin I drove at home.  From her perspective though
this car must have seemed like the Taj Mahal of cars.

   She smiled as she played with the power windows and other buttons a
luxury car like this came with.  I never protested smiling to myself
watching her play around with the buttons.  We talked along the way I
discovered that her mother was French and wanted to name her after her
grandmother.

   We soon arrived at my hotel.  Oceane eyes went wide as we entered the
elegant foyer of the place.  We made our way towards the elevators when I
noticed the concierge looking at us.

   I told her to wait, and I headed over to the man.  Looking him dead in
the eyes I said.  "She's my daughter." As I said this, I peeled off a few
hundred dollar bills from my pocket and handed them to him.  He took them
immediately and smiled.

   "You have a very pretty daughter there sir."

   "Thank you." I said giving him another look that said: "Don't ask any
questions." My bribe combined with my association to the local mob
solidified my privacy.

   "Have a good night sir." He added putting the money in his jacket
pocket.

   "Thank you." I turned then stopped.  "is the kitchen still open?"

   "For you sir, of course."

   "Good I will be calling down shortly." Oceane and I rode the elevators
up to 8th floor and got out.  She was transfixed with everything that she
saw.  My guess is she had never been to a hotel before much less a 5 star
one.  We walked to my room, and I got out the key card, and the door
clicked open.  She giggled.

   "Can I try?" She asked expectantly.

   I smiled sure.  I closed the door and let Oceane open it with the card.
She struggled to find the correct position, and I reached down and guided
her hand appropriately.  My heart began to beat faster just touching her.
The light turned green, and the door popped open.

   We went inside.  Once again she was awestruck by the decorative room. 
It was a nice room complete with a couch, bar and big queen sized bed. 
Plenty of space for me.  I put my key down onto the table and sat on the
bed.  Oceane just stood there taking everything in.

   "You all by yourself?" She asked looking around the lavish room.

   "Yes, this is all mine," I said grabbing the menu from the drawer next
to the big television.

   "Here," I said handing her the menu.  "Anything you want." She took the
menu and sat down on the bed next to me.  Her eyes went wide again looking
at all of the items.  "Anything?" She asked looking at me.

   "Anything," I said smiling.  "I'm rich remember?" She smiled at this
then went back to looking at the menu.  She picked out several items, and I
ordered the food.  She then said.  "Bathroom?" I pointed to it and in she
went.  I finished placing the order, and she came back out.  She looked
down at her dirty clothes and banged up knee kicking her feet in
embarrassment.  "I don't belong here." She finally said.

   I jumped up and went over to her.  "Nonsense.  You are the most
beautiful thing I have ever seen.  It's the rest of us that don't belong."
I touched her cheek again.  "Don't ever be ashamed of yourself.  Okay?  You
have no reason to be embarrassed.  Now you go in there and wash up while I
change clothes.  By the time you are finished with your shower, the food
will be here, and we will eat.  Okay?" I said looking into her eyes.

   She smiled and simply said "Okay." I watched as she went in and closed
the door.  Soon I heard water running.  I laid back on the bed lost in my
thoughts.  I was only a few feet away from the sexiest, sweetest little
thing I had ever met and she was naked.  My cock instantly started to rise.


   "Come on get ahold of yourself, Carl," I told myself.  "You can't take
advantage of her; she's just a poor little Russian girl who was probably
raped by her father." I knew better and yet I still couldn't help myself I
wanted her more than any other woman I had ever met.

   Who cares if she is a kid.  But sanity and my moral code took over, and
I resigned to myself that I wouldn't try to seduce her.  Maybe I would
still try to get her to model for me.  Maybe.  The door ringing broke me
from my thoughts, and I got up and answered.  The hotel waiter wheeled our
dinner in and waited while I placed a few bills in his hand.

   He thanked me and left.  I pulled a few chairs in front of the cart and
sat down as I heard the water stop.  I called to her.  "Oceane dinner is
here." "Okay" She replied in the sweetest little voice.

   The door opened, and I almost fell over.  Oceane stood in the doorway to
the bathroom with the light pouring out completely naked.  Her hair was
combed but wet.  I was completely at a loss for words as I took in her
beauty.  The chest I had seen earlier.  But now I saw the full package.

   I involuntarily looked her up and down pausing at perfect hairless
pussy. She stood there for a minute and gave me a wicked smile then slowly
sauntered her way to the chair opposite me and sat down.

   "Mmmm.  Smell's good." She said lifting the lid off her food.  Still, I
couldn't say a word I was entirely speechless watching her.  She looked up
at me and smiled.

   "Arent you going to eat Carl?" She said nibbling on a French fry.

   "Ahh yeah." I stammered quickly.  Once again this tiny little girl had
reduced a world feared hitman to nothing but a mumbling idiot.  I grabbed
the lid off my food and tried to eat.  Having already eaten some earlier I
only had ordered a small appetizer.

   But Oceane having the opportunity to eat whatever she wanted had ordered
a burger, fries, and a large chocolate shake which she greedily slurped
with her straw.  She ate like someone who hasn't eaten well in a long time,
and it occurred to me that this was probably the truth.

   I nibbled at my chicken and watched her eat smiling.  I was overcome
with two contrasting emotions.  Happiness that I was able to help someone
in her position and pure animal lust watching her eat in front of me
utterly naked.  Like this afternoon she seemed totally at ease with her
nakedness.

   I almost came in my pants when some ice cream from her shake dripped
down onto her flat breast.  She calmly swiped her finger across her breast
and brought it up to her mouth.  With a smile, she sucked on her finger
just an extra second as she looked over at me.

   "Carl you no eat." She said.

   "Uhh yeah, I ate earlier," I said.  She looked back down at her plate
and kept eating.  After a few minutes, she finished and let out a little
belch.  It was the cutest thing I ever heard, and she smiled covering her
mouth.  She looked over at me.

   "So what we do now." There was a devilish glint in her eye, but I still
tried to play it safe.

   "Ahh, Oceane?  Don't you want to put some clothes maybe on." I said as I
kicked my inner conscience.

   She looked down at herself puzzled.  "But don't you like?"

   "Y-yes I do but." I trailed off.

   "But nothing.  You already see me naked today.  This just more
comfortable for me." With that, she stood up and walked over to the bed. 
She plopped herself down her head facing towards the front.  Grabbing the
remote, she turned the television on and began flipping through the
channels.

   Oceane lay there with her feet up in the air and her bare ass teasing me
as I watched her.  She looked over at me.  "Come." She patted the bed
beside her.  "Sit we watch tv."

   I was beyond any ability to protest at this point the little vixen had
me entirely under her spell.  I got up and sat down on the edge of the bed
next to her as she surfed the channels.  She rolled over onto her back and
looked up at me smiling.

   "You my hero and hero's deserve reward." As she said this her hand moved
to my thigh and began to caress it gently.

   "Oceane." I protested.  "I can't your." I stopped in mid-sentence as her
hand moved further up my leg to my crotch.

   "Relax Mister Carl.  Is okay.  I like you." She continued to touch my
crotch gently, and my cock responded appropriately.  "I do this before.  I
know what men like." She said as her other hand began to fumble with my
zipper now.

   My hand went down and gently grabbed hers stopping effectively stopping
her.  "But I don't want to take advantage of you.  You're a young girl.  I
like you, but I don't want you to do this because you feel you have to. 
Understand?" I said looking at her.

   She considered this for a second then smiled.  "I like you to.  I say so
to Dany back at house today.  We both like you when we saw you.  I don't do
this because you hero I do this because I like you.  You save me.  You make
me feel good."

   Finally, I relented.  "Okay," I said in a whisper.  "But I want it to
feel good for you too.  Okay?"

   She gave me look that no child should now how to do.  "Okay, you show
me." With that, I lifted her up to me and kissed her.  At first, she was a
little confused, but within a few seconds nature took over, and she kissed
me back.

   I released her.  The expression on her face was one of wonder and
excitement, and she smiled a huge smile.  "Again." She said and kissed me
this time.  I let my tongue go into her mouth, and soon she got the idea as
our tongues gently massaged each other.

   We broke apart again.  "That's called French kissing," I said.  She
smiled and once again kissed me.  We made out like that for another 10
minutes or so at least.  Eventually, my hand began to wander down her
perfect body.  I caressed her back stopping at the birthmark in the middle
then finally making my way down to her ass which I rubbed.

   She squealed a little at this but never broke from our kiss.  We broke
from our kiss and looked into each other's eyes.  Oceane leaned back a
little as my hands now made their way down her torso.

   I slowly massaged her perfect little tits with my hand as she closed her
eyes and sighed with pleasure.  I took each one of her tits into my mouth.
Her nipples getting rock hard under the manipulation of my tongue.  I
continued my exploration of her flawless body moving my hands down her flat
stomach, and finally, they reached the promised land.

   Gently I touched her labia with my fingers working them up and down her
little slit.  I pushed her down onto the bed.  "Lay back honey." She
whispered.  "What you do."

   I smiled.  "Make you happy." With that, I moved my mouth down to her
crotch.  Starting slowly I worked my tongue all around the outside of
pussy. Softly rubbing her with my fingers while I began to lick her.  First
her labia then I worked my way into to her clit.  Oceane began to moan
softly with pleasure as I worked.

   Eventually, I began to develop a rhythm with my fingers and tongue. 
Soon her moans grew louder as she experienced something she had never
before.  I kept going faster and faster.  Working my fingers in and out as
I licked her clit with my eager tongue.  The girl tasted like nothing I had
ever had before.  I kept going until her moans were now screams as she
experienced her first orgasm.

   Her whole body shook as she underwent wave after wave of pleasure. 
Finally, it subsided, and she lay back down on the bed breathless.  I
smiled and laid down beside her catching my breath as well.  After a few
minutes, she looked over at me and smiled.  "That is orgasm?" She asked.

   "Yes.  That is orgasm."

   "Wow." She said and laughed.  "I not know could feel so good." She
looked over at me.  "No man ever do that for me before."

   I just smiled and laid back.  Within a few seconds, I felt her climb on
top of me.  I looked up at her straddling me the pure, perfect beauty that
was this little girl as she began to once again fumble with my zipper.  I
watched as she fumbled with my boxers trying to release my now engorged
cock.  "Wait," I said.  She looked almost mad.

   I smiled.  "No, I get naked now too," I said and began to unbutton my
shirt.  While I did this, she unloosened my belt and began to slide my
pants off.  I lifted up my ass so she could slide them all of the way off.
Next came my boxers finally releasing my swollen dick from my pants.

   My cock now stood completely at attention and Oceane was staring right
at it.  I scooted up to the edge of the bed and sat there while she got
down onto her knees.

   "Oh, my mister Carl.  I have never seen one that big before." The little
Lolita said.  She wasted no time though as she dove right into my lap and
began to give me an incredible blowjob.  I definitely wasn't her first as
she knew exactly how to please a man.  She began by licking each one of my
balls, gently caressing them with her tongue.

   Then taking each one in her mouth releasing them with a pop each time.
Next, she slowly worked her way up my shaft moving her tongue all around my
huge veiny member.  Finally, she arrived at the top.  Her tongue swirled
all around the massive mushroom head of my cock greedily she licked up the
pre-cum from the tip of my dick.

   Then she stopped opened her mouth wide and impaled herself onto my cock.
I was amazed by how deep she was able to take it.  There had been women
twice her age who hadn't been able to take me as deep as she went.



   I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat.  Oceane held my
dick in her mouth for at least 30 seconds before coming up for air.  She
released me with a huge gasp for air.  Then immediately went back to work.
Again she took me as deep as she could go I involuntarily grabbed the back
of her head and held her there.

   She resisted me, but I held her there for a few extra seconds overcome
with raw animal lust.  The feeling of my cock all the way down her throat
was like nothing I had ever felt.  Finally, I released her.

   She came up gagging and spitting.  She looked up at me, and instead of
anger I saw a devilish smile form, and she once again gagged herself on me.
I held her there even longer this time feeling her tiny naked body struggle
to pull away.  At last, I let her go again, and she gagged and spat
desperately trying for air.

   I became concerned as I saw her cough.  "Oceane are you okay?  I-I'm
sorry I just got lost in the moment." I said.  She finally stopped coughing
and said.

   "No is okay.  I like it.  I like seeing how long I keep your netyx in my
mouth." As if to prove her point she again took a deep breath and inserted
my dick as far as she could into her mouth.  I thrust my hips forward
pushing my massive cock even further than before down her throat.  Again I
held her head not allowing her to retreat when she began to squirm.

   When I thought she could take it no more, I released her.  She coughed
and spat covering my cock with saliva while she continued stroking it with
her hand.  Now she worked her way back down my shaft to my balls again and
soon had them covered with her spit.  I never wanted this to end.  I was in
complete bliss as she fondled my balls and stroked my cock.

   Oceane again made her way back up to the tip only this time she didn't
go all the way in.  Working the shaft with her hand and the tip with her
tongue I soon began to feel my cum building.

   I cried out.  "Don't stop.  Please don't stop." She kept going working
faster and faster as felt the cum rise through my dick.  I desperately
wanted to cum in her mouth, but at the last possible second she released my
cock from her mouth and aimed it at her face still stroking it with her
hand.  I was at the point of no return as I felt the first immense volley
of sperm shoot out of my cock.

   We were both unprepared for the sheer volume and force as the first
blast struck her forehead ricocheting cum everywhere.  The second wave
struck her almost directly in the eye just below coating the left side of
her face with my sperm.  I kept cumming sending blast after blast of baby
batter all over her face, neck, and chest.

   This was without a doubt the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced,
and it seemed to go on forever.  Eventually, I was down to just a dribble,
and I took control of the stroking trying to get every drop of cum out I
could.  I kept stroking and shaking my cock dripping drops of sperm on her
already cum coated body.

   Finally, I was spent.  I looked down at my little lover and smiled she
was covered in cum.  My sperm was in her hair, all over her face dripping
down onto her chest.  Rivulets of cum ran down her chest onto her smooth
flat belly.  Some of it had even made its way down to her pussy and past
onto her legs.

   "Holy shit," I said letting out a big breath.

   I leaned down and kissed her not caring that I could taste a little
sperm on her lips.  At last, we broke our kiss; I collapsed back onto the
bed.  She looked down at herself with her hands out.  Her fingers were also
covered in sperm and spit from the intense jacking she had given me. 
Oceane smiled as she observed her body.

   "You make me all sticky mister." She said giggling.

   "Well, that's your fault," I said.  "You are the one that pulled out at
the last second."

   She laughed.  "I just ate silly.  Burgers and cnepma don't mix too
good." She lightly smacked my leg.  Then she got up.  I figured she was
going to take another shower, but once again the little vixen surprised me.
She went over to my open suitcase and pulled out my camera.  I had
forgotten I even brought it with me.

   Sometimes I use it to take photos of my targets before a job.  Oceane
brought it over to me and said.  "Now you take pictures of me in case we no
see again," I swear my cock almost jumped right back up to attention upon
hearing her words.

   "I wasn't planning on kicking you out honey," I said taking the camera
from her.  She put a hand up to my lips.

   "Just shut up and take pictures." With that, she leaned back onto a
chair opposite the bed and began to pose for me.  Of course, I obliged her.
I took at least 100 pictures of her including some pictures of her in the
shower.

   Remember dear readers that she was already a pro at modeling.  Add in
the fact that she was naked and covered in my cum I bet those pictures
today would be priceless to certain fans of hers.  The evening ended with
us both collapsing into bed she fell asleep in my arms and soon I was not
far behind.

   ***************

   The End of Part One.

   Okay, readers.  I realize that this story took a while to get to the
action.  Sorry about that but I had to setup the character properly.  I
have definite plans for these two and as the title of series says's more
"Famous Internet Models"

   I write at my own pace usually fast and furious when the mood strikes
me. Sometimes I publish several stories in a week.  Sometimes I publish
them over months.  So, stay tuned, and I hope that you enjoy my work.