The following is entirely a work of fiction. It was written purposely for the
entertainment of adult readers. This type of fiction should never be read by
minors. Readers of this type of fiction should never try to copy the actions
within, lest they look forward to a very long jail sentence, followed by a life
of forced poverty.

This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a young teen female
and a grown man. If this type of behavior offends you, read no further. If this
type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now and go away. 

Summary: When a middle aged man changes his address to help prevent identity
theft, he receives some strange mail. After opening a package, he receives an
offer to get some young pussy. He finds the offer too good to pass up. 

June 1998

First, I got the call from the bank about the suspect charges on my credit
card. Then, I started getting the weird mail. I spoke to the post office and
they advised me to remove my physical address from my bank account and get a
P.O. box. That way, those who needed to send me mail could, and I wouldn't be
getting the junkmail. I followed their advice and decided to pay the annual fee
for peace of mind. 

When I first opened the mailbox, there was five letters in there addressed to
EDS Video Service. I marked the letters "incorrect address" and dropped them in
the letter slot. Over the next two weeks, there was three more letters. I
repeated the procedure, albeit glad that I wasn't getting any more junkmail. 

At the end of the month, a parcel addressed to EDS arrived. I thought about
dropping it somewhere, but since it was video size and no slot that big was in
the post office, I thought I'd take it home to preview it. I wondered if I'd
get in trouble for taking someone else's mail, but no one paid me any mind in
the post office. 

As I walked in the door at home, I opened the package and found a tape marked
"Melissa Audition Tape" along with a letter that read: "Hi, I'm Melissa, I know
I look younger than 18, but I really am 18. I made a copy of my driver's
license for you. I know you just sell videos, but if you like my tape, my dad
and I can make more videos for you. Much Love, Melissa." 

I popped the tape in the VCR. Soon, a petite blonde girl with dark roots
appeared on the screen. She said "Hi, I'm Melissa, hope you like my tape". She
leaned over and punched a button on a CD player. As Britney Spears "Do it to Me
One More Time" came on, she started to dance. 

Wearing a blue tank top, white shorts, and flip flops, she began pulling the
tank top up. Soon, a small pair of tits appeared as the tank top hit the floor.
Then, she started teasing with the shorts as she played with the zipper,
eventually working it down, showing her tiny white ass, then turning to show a
hairless pussy. Once nude, she sank into a green easy chair, and spread her
legs as the camera zoomed in. 

"You like my pussy? she asked, "I like keeping it shaved". She played with her
pussy for about five minutes before the camera zoomed back out. Melissa said
"Hope you like my tape. Call me". 

I rewound the tape and listened to the voice as I looked at her little body.
"No way is she 18",  I thought as I looked at the copy of the driver's license.
It was a grainy copy. Then I noticed that the address on the driver's license
wasn't the same as the one on the package or letter. The license was a fake, or
stolen. 

I spent the rest of the day thinking about the tape, then watched it one more
time. Someone had helped her with the video. If it was her dad, he obviously
didn't mind his daughter doing things you could market a tape for. I looked up
a copy of Celebrity Sleuth I had. It had copies of model contracts. I sat down
on the computer and created a fake contract for EDS Video Service. Then I also
created false stationary for EDS and sent Melissa a letter telling her I liked
what I saw on the tape and she should call me to set up an interview. 

I dropped the letter in the mail the next day. A week later, the phone rang. I
talked to Melissa, asking her some questions, such as her willingness to be
seen in a national magazine, and if she would do hardcore. She fessed up that
that her dad was laid up and they needed the money. I asked if her dad was
there, and I spoke to him for a couple of minutes. I finished up the call
talking to Melissa, agreeing to meet her in three days. 

I sat down and created a plan. The next day I went shopping, buying a very
expensive video camera, planning to return it a week later, a little used. I
also bought a digital camera, with the same strategy. 

On the day of the interview, I made the hour drive into the country to meet
Melissa and her dad. They lived in a small old wooden house. Melissa met me at
the door wearing only a dress. I could see her nipples through the thin fabric,
then her bare tiny ass as she led me into the living room. Her father was in a
wheelchair in the corner. 

I walked over, shook his hand, and he apologized for his appearance telling me
he was a trucker on workman's comp. Melissa sat in a familiar easy chair and I
sat on the couch. I took a folder out of the briefcase I had carried in. I
asked if I could take another look at her driver's license. She got up and
walked out of the room, returning a moment later. As she handed it to me, I
noticed her hand tremble. "I know it looks a little different, but I had a
different hairstyle then, and ......we had to move since I got the license."

 I looked closely at the license. The girl on the license did have a different
hairstyle, and a different nose. Had I been legit, I would've exposed her as a
fraud, but we were about to negotiate a fee for sex with an underage girl, and
her father was aiding her in the deception. I decided to play along. 

"It's fine" I said with a smile as I handed the license back. 

Melissa smiled as she took the card back and I noticed her take a very deep
breath. "I'll need to take some test shots" I said, taking out the digital
camera. I took a closeup of her face, then had her show some bare shoulder, and
her bare ass as she looked and smiled over her shoulder. 

"Very good" I complimented as I put away the camera, "you can take direction.
Let's talk money". I opened by saying that either way, we would have to make a
trip to my studio, but I was offering five hundred if she did a photo shoot,
fifteen hundred if she did a movie. The movie, of course, would take two days
and nights to finish. 

Melissa and her father exchanged looks. They excused themselves and went into
another room. A long moment later, they returned. 

"We'll do the movie", Melissa offered. 

"Go pack then, I'll wait", I told her.

 Melissa practically skipped out of the room. Her father motioned me over.
"Are you going to fuck my little girl, or are you going to hire guys." 

"It'll just be me" I reassured him. 

He paused a long moment, "Okay, don't hurt her, she's all I got". 

I squeezed his arm, "I won't hurt her."

He looked me in the eye, then dropped his head. We both knew she wasn't a day
over fifteen, probably younger. The man was sacrificing his daughter's
innocence for some badly needed money. Melissa reappeared a moment later with a
tote bag. "Let's go" I said, motioning towards the car. 

Melissa gave her father a hug and kiss, then we were on the way. We were about
five minutes down the road. Melissa was playing with my radio and CD player.
She was gushing about music. I opened the conversation about sex. 

"So, how old were you the first time you had sex?" 

She blushed. "I was twelve." 

"Did you like it?" 

"I was nervous, and it hurt. I didn't do it again for a month. That time it
felt a lot better."

"Did you date a lot of guys in high school?" 

I saw her eyes wiggle before she answered. "Oh yeah" she lied. 

"Can I see your pussy now?" I asked. 

"You want to see it in the car?" 

"Yeah."

Her eyes darted around, then she raised her dress exposing a pair of hairless
pussy lips. I reached over and touched her lips. She spread her legs to give me
better access. I found her little pussy hole, and as I thought, it was tight.
She scooched down a little as I worked the first digit into her. I pulled it
out and started playing with her outer lips. She closed her eyes and moaned
lightly. I felt her get a little wetter. I inserted my finger again, this time
forcing my entire finger in her. I finger fucked her a little, then stopped. I
noticed her smile as I sniffed my finger and tasted it. 

"Yummy" I said as she giggled. 

An hour later, we pulled into the back entrance of a hotel-no tell about ten
minutes from home. I had used the place a couple of times to meet escorts, and
the guy at the desk doesn't even bat an eye as I pay him in cash and he doesn't
ask for identification. 

I opened the trunk as I parked. Melissa and I carried in the photgraphic
equipment and a couple of suitcases. While I set up she cruised the cable
channels. When I was set up. I seated her in the chair in the room. I started
interviewing her, asking her name, age, first time age, how she liked sex, why
she wanted to be a pro. 

Then I asked her to take off the dress and show her body. I scanned her body
closely with the video camera, zooming in on her tiny tits and beige/pinkish
nipples. Then I lowered the camera to her pussy. I had her play with her pussy
before opening my suitcase and offering her a selection of vibrators and
dildoes. I was going to make payments for this for months, but how often does
one get an underage girl with the help of a parent? 

Melissa selected a small white vibrator. She touched her nipples, then worked
her slit for several minutes before inserting it. She arched her back, closed
her eyes, sucked in her breath, but slowly made it fit. I quietly undressed as
she continued to work the vibrator in and out. She didn't stop as I turned off
the camera and set it down. She opened her eyes as I lifted her up and set her
on the bed. 

I had her lay back and spread her legs. I leaned in and kissed her nipples,
before making a short trip to her pussy. Satisfied she was ready, I then
positioned myself over her. She flinched as I pushed at her tiny pussy hole
with my dick. It took several minutes, but I finally got my entire dick in her.
It was a tight fit. 

She was breathing deep, clawing at the bed, and sometimes biting her lip. I
slowly began pumping her. She let out a long wail. She grasped my arms with a
tight grip. Her tiny tits jiggled to the rhythym of my thrusts. I could feel
the sweat forming on my body and saw it on her chest. She began raising her
hips to meet my thrusts. I felt my cum rise, then splash off her cervix and try
to squeeze past my dick. Five squirts, then a sixth before my dick deflated and
popped out of her. I collapsed beside her. 

"Why didn't you video that?" she asked. 

"There's lots of time for that, isn't there?" I answered. 

* I did video several acts the next day, including Melissa losing her anal
cherry. On the second day, I presented her with a cashier's check for fifteen
hundred, then drove her home. She gave me a smouldering kiss, before taking her
suitcase and leaving the car. I drove away quickly, hoping that she didn't see
the car's license plate. 


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