Title: Busines Solutions
Author: Shadey Grey
Story Codes: Mg, g(8), Cons, reluc, Oral, preteen, pedo
Synopsis: The director of a porn studio has a unique way of
dealing with undercover cops trying to infiltrate his studio.

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The Story:

	“Wakey wakey, Nathan!” A voice called, lulling him out of a
dreamless sleep.
	The world was a blur. Above him, a bright light shone directly
at him. It was cool, cold even. No blankets or comfort beneath
him. His arm ached, but when he tried to shift it, he made no
progress. He was on his back. And as more of his senses came
back, he realized what was going on. The ache was constricted
wrists and ankles. The coldness was the open air on his body.
	Nathan yanked at each of his limbs to no avail. The straps
holding him down were tight. Underneath him, the surface was
unyielding metal. The lights were harsh, leaving nothing of his
form to the imagination. All he could do was buck his hips and
crane his neck. With his head still swirling from whatever put
him out, thinking was not his best skill at the moment.
	“Good to see you back, Nathan. I was worried you had skipped out
on us.” The man talking sounded familiar. “Especially without
ever getting to be the star of one of my films, you know. After
all the training you must have gone through to become an
undercover cop, and yet you didn't even get to take advantage of
the freedom.”
	Nathan let his head rest against the table. He was found out. It
had taken four months of prodding to get into the studio. And he
was supposed to be bringing it down. There was no point in
denying it. “You going to kill me?”
	The owner of the studio laughed. “Lord, no, of course not. What
do you take for? Some amoral beast?”
	“Yeah, I do,” Nate groaned.
	“I suppose you would, as would your bosses. But I'm not so bad.”
	“From my perspective, I'm sure you understand why I've got
reason to disagree.”
	The owner nodded sagely. “I do. But I think you will see it in a
different light in a moment.” He opened a small case to the side
and pulled out a syringe. “You see, I have a way of handling
undercover cops that is rather unique. Has anyone ever told you
that you would make a good porn actor? Nice physique, respectable
cock size. Chiseled face and all that.” The owner stabbed him
with the needle and shot whatever fluid it was in before
carefully cleaning up the tiny needle hole. “Have you ever
considered doing some risque porn films, Nathan?”
	“I'm not acting in one of your sicko flicks,” Nate growled. “I'm
going to put this place in the ground and you behind bars for
life.”
	“I doubt that.” The owner leaned forward over the table and
daintily grasped Nathan's cock, which was growing hard of its own
volition. “My dear boy, you're excited already. I think your
language dost disagree with your phallus!” The theatrical grin of
the director turned maniacal in the single-direction light.
	“What was in that?”
	“Just a little something to keep your energy up, my boy. You are
going to need it. Have I ever introduced you to one of my stars?”
The man looked out into the darkness, beyond the spotlights.
“Melody, could you join us at the table?”
	She was only eight years old. That's what Nathan first thought.
Dressed in a fluffy princess robe, she shuffled into the light.
She was done up with a light blush and her hair in curls. Her
skin was a porcelain white, her eyes a crystal blue. Taken
together, she was like a perfectly crafted doll, the kind that
collectors often bid for. And though her beauty and sweetness
were undeniable as she stood patiently at Nathan's side, he had
seen thumbnails that would make adjectives such as those blush
with embarrassment or even cry.
	“Melody is my best actress. And while you may have seen some of
her work on video, some performances are just made to be
experienced first hand.” He wrapped a gentle arm around her,
drawing her to the edge of the table. He smiled down at her.
“What do you think, Melody?”
	She stared at Nathan for a moment, but didn't say anything.
	“You don't have to do this,” Nate groaned, straining against a
strap tightened to his neck.
	“And you have little authority on what she does and does not
have to do, Nate, my boy!” The director slapped Nathan's chest
harder than necessary. “Let's not dally with the commentary,
shall we? Melody, positions please.” The director wisked off into
the darkness as Melody obediently disappeared to the other end of
the table.
	“Action!”
	At Nathan's feet, the small figure of Melody climbed atop the
table. Wisps of faux fur lining tickled at his calves. Straining
to see, the sweet little blonde-headed thing was on her hands and
knees, slowly scaling him. Her robe was open, hanging down. Her
flat chest, pale even in the shadows cast over it, lay exposed.
“No... no... Don't do this...” he groaned. Even as he managed to
say the word, the glances of warm flesh and soft materials were
causing his erection to strain uncomfortably even in the open
air.
	Like a miniature erotic dancer, she crawled low across his body,
looking up to him as she did. His cock jumped when she passed
over his torso, letting the head drag over her immature chest and
rounded tummy. It was the softest, most plush body he had ever
felt, a reality Nathan was not prepared to even imagine. And like
a baby serpent, Melody rose up until she sat atop him, pressing
his rigid shaft to her mound. With her legs spread and her lips
smiling, it looked as if that massive thing was hers all along.
With a flourish, she slid out of her robe and tossed it off of
the table.
	Straddling me like a giant rocking horse, ten little fingers
found themselves on Nathan's shaft, eliciting a groan and a blush
from him. He tried hard not to look, not to feel aroused, but it
was clear that she knew what she was doing with it. In only
moments, those two hands had strategically placed themselves
under the head of his tensing cock and began pumping away at it.
	Nathan humped into her hands with little control of himself.
Every time he managed to look up at her, it felt like a punch to
the stomach. She hugged her frame to the base of his dick, as if
she was masturbating a giant cock somehow attached to her. And
her little hands were trained by what Nathan imagined were years
of sex for the camera. Tickling the underside of his dick,
squeezing him tight in all the right places, it felt like he was
being milked.
	“Jesus, stop! I won't tell, please!” he groaned. He didn't beg
because it hurt, but because it felt too good. A feeling was
growing inside, with every stroke bringing it closer to the
light. “Please, stop. I'm going to...”
	Just as he felt it get to no return, it all stopped. Nathan's
cock, flexing and twitching, felt only the cool air of the
studio. Pre-cum flowed like a fountain, but the sensations slowed
down. With it came the relief of knowing he did not cum on a
little girl like the bastards who acted in his films. It was over
and he made it.
	Melody gave a canned giggle, watching him catch his breath. She
grabbed his cock once more, rubbing the new lubricant around his
shaft. Her thumb found the source of the fluid, the top of his
shaft, and drew circles around it, all over the purple, swollen
shaft between her legs. As Nathan looked up to her once more, he
found the eight year old girl licking her sticky fingers as if
chocolate might have covered them. Nathan tried his hardest to
remind himself how repugnant it was.
	For a moment, he found some semblance of peace as her hands
unceremoniously released Nathan's cock to slap against his abs.
But it lasted only a moment. Melody had spun herself around and
returned to all fours. Only six inches from Nathan's face were
the pert, hairless lips of a little girl. They shone with what he
assumed was his own precum. They looked so pliable as she shifted
her hips, stretching them one way and then another. Though he
tried to turn his face away, it was difficult to avoid looking at
her pussy or, at least, her equally smooth thighs straddling his
neck.
	The distraction didn't last long. Though Nathan dared not look
forward for doing so would place her immature mons in his face,
the heated, wet touch at his cock told him everything he needed
to know. A pair of tiny lips teased at his glands. Melody was on
his cock again, but she took little time to drive his shaft two
inches deep into her mouth.
	“Oh God,” Nathan groaned, barely able to keep a rhythm of
breathing up. It didn't matter that a girl so little couldn't
deep throat or even get the majority of him into her mouth. That
tongue and the tightness of her lips alone sent the undercover
cop wild with pleasure. It became impossible to deny her
abilities, even as innocent as he wanted to believe her to be.
	It helped none when his eyes followed a few fingers reaching
between her legs. Without dalliance, two fingers dipped into the
tightly closed lips of her puffy vagina and plied them apart.
Before Nathan lay the pink insides of her flower, including the
tiny passage desired by so many perverts around the world. Above
it sat the rounded hood of a little girl's clit, which she toyed
with before his very eyes. The pink nail polish matched her
insides.
	The images before his eyes matched with the sensations in his
crotch. Animalistic pleasure took over him. His hips bucked into
her mouth, something little Melody wasn't ready for. Though she
gagged several times, Nathan could barely compute her struggles
anymore for the sight of vagina and the feel of heat and sex.
	Nathan crashed through his breaking point with a wild groan,
straining every muscle he had in his body. His vocalizations were
quickly smothered as his neck heaved up and buried his mouth into
the girl's mound. Melody pushed back as she kept up her sucking,
taking the vibration to her little vagina. As spasm after spasm
burst through him, Nathan held his face buried in her open pussy.
	For a while, it was a blur of the little girl nursing on his
still-hard cock and tasting the inner lips and clit of a girl not
even old enough to walk to school on her own. Nathan was in a
daze brought on by perhaps the most powerful orgasm he had yet
experienced in his life. Had his limbs have been free, perhaps he
would have held her body, touched her in all the ways he touched
all women of fantasy. Instead, he just savored the pleasures of a
female on him.
	Eventually, the serenity faded and Nathan the undercover officer
came back to the reality of the situation. He abandoned with
incredible guilt the glimmering mound, even as it dripped with
his own saliva. With a thump, Nathan let his head rest against
the metal table he was strapped to. Glancing forward, a
cum-splattered blonde little girl nuzzled his erection lovingly.
	“Well done! Quite the show, my boy!” called the director from
the distance. “I quite liked the part where you painted her face
with your cum while you ate her out. And to think I wasted that
injection on a pedophile! Regardless, the viewers will love this
one.”
	Nathan's face turned bright red. “I am not one of you sickos,”
he managed.
	“Is that so?” the director asked as he appeared at the table's
edge. One of his spindly fingers found her pussy and dipped a
finger into her crevice. He drew it to the end and tugged a few
times where the lips ended, making the whole package twitch. “I
think you are more like us than you have been letting on.”
	“No...” Nathan muttered.
	“I suppose we will need more convincing. And since you and your
patriotic flag pole is still at full mast, we can jump into the
second half.” As Melody's little twat disappeared, replaced only
with the blinding lamp light, the director disappeared back into
the darkness. Nathan's eyes slowly readjusted to the bright film
lighting. His acting partner had returned to facing him while
sitting on his legs.
	The director was right. Nathan was barely able to see anything
through his orgasm, but Melody's cheeks were slick with now
watery cum, most of which had drizzled down her neck like tears.
Now, she sat atop his shaft, pressing it into his stomach. The
lips of the sweet tunnel he had tasted parted slightly across the
hairy, swollen shaft underneath it. With a mischievous smile, she
lewdly rubbed her pussy along the trapped cock below. The reward,
it seemed, was a more lubricated dick. Nathan was sure that this
wasn't her, but it didn't matter much how it happened.
	Nathan was beginning to moan and lose himself once more in the
sensations Melody was bringing when she slowed to a stop. The
pressure on his muscular legs let up. Nathan looked up to find
her crouching over him and rubbing herself. Though his
embarrassing instinct was to stare at her fingers and the work
being done between her spread lips, he could not help but look
into her eyes. As if it was something she was waiting for, little
Melody took up his cock like a spear and lined up her immature
pussy. Sliding the leaking cock head over her lips, it seemed
impossible that this was to happen at all. Two pink-painted
fingers pressed his helmet. Nathan gasped as the head of his cock
pushed her little pussy lips open, stretching wide to surround
the tip. He could feel it narrowing around the very tip of him,
leading to an entrance he was certain was not designed for him--
or anyone for that matter.
	It didn't stop her. While keeping a careful grip on the meat
under her, little Melody let gravity carry her down. The silken
passage pulled taut around the cock, squeezing tightly. For the
first time, the two of them moaned together, a harmony of the
penetrator and penetrated. The insides of this sweet, innocent
little girl were a velveteen perfection, unforgiving in its
unwillingness to let go. Nathan was incapable of waiting for her
to begin riding, already hunching his hips upward into her.
	Melody needed only ride the waves of desperate fucking that her
partner created. The eight year old starlet focused only on
keeping on her feet as Nathan drove himself up into little
passage. With only three inches into her, he could feel a
bottoming out, a wall in his way. And yet he pushed on it anyway,
heaving as much of himself into her and out of her that she could
take. For her part, she held on like a proper cow girl, riding
each and every buck of her stallion.
	The room echoed with a dissonant harmony of debauchery, of the
deep voice of a man and the squeels and whimpers of a girlish
waif. Behind it, they moaned to the beat of the dull, wet thump
made from slippery cock slamming into prepubescent twat. The song
was accompanied by the image of hairless pussy stretched wide,
baby fat rippling from impact, blonde curls bouncing behind the
beat, little preteen muscles straining to stay standing. Both of
their faces were the same, bright red and clenched from the
sensations overwhelming their minds.
	Something changed, but Nathan barely had the mind to notice it.
His brain had become so narrow, so tightly focused on fucking
this girl. Without realizing it, his hands were upon her waist.
He grabbed her shoved his cock as deep as it would go, then
withdrew the slimy shaft to the tip, then drove her thin frame
back down onto it. He fucked harder and he fucked faster. He kept
her body where he wanted it, put his cock where he wanted it.
	Nathan sat up from the table and grabbed her face, put their
lips together. He opened her mouth and climbed inside with his
tongue as he plowed into her pussy. She kissed back. He uttered
filthy words into her mouth and neck, grabbed her ass, tasted her
skin. And she clung to his chest and neck, holding on for all her
might. For over a half an hour, Nathan was a man driven to fuck.
	When he finally came, he did with her held tight against him,
holding her back and ass in his palms. She wailed into his chest
as the ravaging member inside her erupted into a pussy too small
to hold him, let alone his seed. His cum squeezed out between his
shuddering thrusts, drenching the underside of his exposed shaft.

	They remained this way for minutes, trying to catch their
breath. Her freshly fucked pussy still held tight. The
sex-clouded mind of the police officer was beginning to clear
despite the afterglow he was wrapped in. But the world returned.
The lighting first, then the table, the cameras, and finally the
restraints. He sat on the table, half free and holding an eight
year old still impaled on his cock. Nathan looked towards the
camera, the realization coming into view.
	His mind filled with horror as he freed himself from the arms of
the nude child on him, trying to lay her limp form on the table
between his legs. Nathan's cock slipped free of her, making an
audible pop followed by a gush of warm, thick cum. Her twat hung
open a little, oozing the remaining fluids inside her. The vision
of it alone caused him to stare.
	“And... cut!” the director shouted. “Truly stunning work, my
boy! Absolutely stunning. An incredible foray into the industry
if I must say.”
	“That wasn't...”
	“Your fault? Come now, Nate. You know as well as I do that that
is not true. Heck, if you would like to debate it, I have some
lovely evidence over here...”
	“I didn't want that!” Nathan roared, taking a second glance at
the cum-soaked preteen draped across his legs.
	“That would sound more convincing if you didn't use her like a
fuck toy for the last twenty minutes with your own two hands, my
boy.” The director laughed. “And I think your badge won't protect
you from the prosecution saying you switched sides.”
	Nathan moved to jump the target of his fury, but his ankles were
still secured and a naked girl still lay across his legs. With
everything so far out of reach, Nathan surrendered to the
reality. His life was over. “So now what?”
	The director smiled. “An excellent question. Well, this is going
to be our next release. So, I can usher you back into the hands
of your beloved law enforcement agency for the various charges
associated with fucking a little girl until she quite nearly
passes out. I understand they get you several times over for that
sort of thing. Or...”
	Nathan tried to imagine that future. “Or what?”
	“Well, I do have an opening for an actor.”
	Nathan looked down at Melody, laying sound asleep on his legs,
her hair astray and her body covered in his sex. “I'll take it.”