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 preteen 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 goes to a family funeral, he meets a preteen
girl willing to spend the night with him, then later, she offers more, for a
price. When their night of casual sex transcends into something more, promises
are made and.....Mg, cons, prost. rom.

I was less than enthused about going to the funeral. My brother had guilted me
into going. I called work and used three days of bereavement, and one personal
day. A relative had died, leaving quite a bit to be done. I was actually quite
busy until just an hour before the funeral, held late in the afternoon. 

After the funeral, I said my goodbyes to the family and retired to my hotel. I
parked my car near my room and made the trek to an adjacent restaurant. Let me
tell you about the setup, The Casa Inn is an older one story adobe hotel with a
white stucco exterior. It is neatly wrapped around a Mexican restaurant. It's
all rather quaint and roomy. I had asked for a single when requesting my room,
but the bed is easily a double. It's also a large soft bed with lots of
padding. The sleeping area also has an adjacent ante chamber with a couch and
living room table. The restaurant is old also, with an open seating area and
the kitchen and waiting area hidden behind a pair of aluminum doors. 

As I walked in the restaurant, I saw the menu painted up on a wall behind a
cash register. The person behind the counter patiently waited on me while I put
together an order request for her. She took my order and cash, and disappeared
into the kitchen. 

Besides me, the only other person in the restaurant was a girl, about twelve,
sitting alone at a table and texting. Being the pedophile that I am, I checked
her out. She didn't have the cutest face, she would become an adult with
average looks. Her short brown hair fell just above mid shoulder. She was
wearing a loose blue cotton tank top over a tight white top, obscuring whether
she had any chest puppies going. Her ensemble was completed with blue jeans and
sneakers. She briefly looked up when I was checking her out, but she returned
to the texting that she furiously was conducting. 

The counter person brought out my meal and I dug in. When I was about halfway
through, she returned to see if I needed anything. I told I didn't and she went
away. That's when the girl spoke up. 

"You're not from around here ?" she asked. 

"How could you tell ?" 

"The accent. Where are you from ?" 

Being proud of my adopted hometown, I happily told her, which brought her over
to my table. It didn't escape my notice that while I told her, she helped
herself to a couple of my chips and a tortilla. 

"So, are you visiting in town ?" she asked. 

I went into a long spiel, for some reason, about being estranged from my
family and being guilted into attending the funeral. I guess I needed the
emotional release. In a similar circumstance, most adults would've interrupted
me and excused themselves from my proximity, but the girl stayed. She then went
on to tell me about her own troubles. She shares a house with an uncle, her
parents are out of country. Her uncle had gone out of town, and an out of town
aunt had taken over the house, bringing with her, a cousin that my table guest
didn't like. She was supposed to spend the night with a friend, but the friend
had family troubles, cancelling those plans. Another friend was up in the air
about it, and she was leery of an offer from a cousin with a mobile home,
because his friends were constantly in and out. 

"You're free to stay with me", I offered, "I know I'm just a stranger. If you
don't want to share the bed, there's a couch you can use." 

"Let me see" she said as she picked up her phone. 

She texted for about a minute and got two replies. 

"Nope", she said, "my friend can't do it. I guess I'll accept your offer." 

We shook hands and I found out that her name was Samantha. She helped me
finish my dinner and we headed off to the room. Once there, she threw herself
on the bed. 

"Oh this is nice", she laughed, "awesome, and soooo soft. I like it." 

She then found the remote. Turning on the TV, she flipped through a bunch of
stations. She finally settled on a nature show about the Serengeti Plains. When
the show was over, she picked up her backpack and went in the bathroom. When
she came out fifteen minutes later, she was wearing only the tight white top
and panties. 

I could see that that she had tiny cones under her shirt. Her eyes met mine as
I looked her over. She halfway smiled and launched herself back onto the bed
and continued watching TV. I got an instant boner. I decided to excuse myself
to wash up. 

Once in the bathroom, I thought about spanking my monkey, but the TV was at a
moderate volume. I didn't want to chance her hearing me. I thought about what I
would wear to bed. I decided on a T shirt and athletic shorts to go on over my
underwear. I came out of the bathroom and climbed on the bed. 

"Running water" she commented, "you made me pee." 

She got up from the bed and went in the bathroom. When she returned, she
noticed a scar on my leg. I told her about a childhood accident, turning on my
side to do so. She looked my leg over, her gaze traveling up my leg, until she
saw the raging hard on sticking straight out. I saw her eyes dance and she
tried to fight a grin. 

"I'm sorry" I said as I rolled back onto my stomach. 

"It's okay" she replied. "I can make that go away. A blowjob will cost you
fifty and pussy is one hundred." 

Holy crap. Did I hear what I thought I heard ? Here I was in this hotel room
with a half naked preteen girl-that alone could get me thrown in the joint. And
she just offered sexual services, for a price. Never again in my life would I
get this kind of offer. Maybe in Thailand or the Phillipines, but I'm way too
chickenshit to go out there and try to find that kind of thing. 

I had what she asked, and spare. I had anticipated incidentals on this trip,
and an incidental had just popped up. I got up from the bed and got my wallet.
I fished out six twenties and handed them to her. She opened her mouth to say
something, but I cut her off with "I think you're worth it." 

She smiled and put the money in the small pouch of her backpack. She slid the
top off, revealing tiny cones topped with puffy pinkish nipples. She then slid
her panties off and climbed on the bed. "Your turn" she said. 

I undressed and climbed up next to her. Coming in on her left side, I leaned
in to kiss her. She turned her head to avoid lip to lip contact. "No" she
muttered. I turned my attention to her neck, kissing her twice on each side.
Moving south, I turned my attention to her nipples as a hand found her pubic
region. As I suckled, she spread her legs to give my hand more access. 

After several minutes, I turned my attention to the other nipple. At this
point, she began to pant. Have you ever heard a twelve year old girl pant in
orgasmic bliss ? The sound alone will make you cum. After a minute. She softly
gripped my head and gently touched my scalp. Several minutes later,, I switched
nipples again. At this point, I could fell a lot of moisture and heat from
between her legs, and I went there next. 

As I moved my head into position over her mound, I saw that she had just a few
dark peach fuzz hairs on what was otherwise a bald area. I went to work with my
tongue.

Her breathing became quick and deep. She gripped my scalp again. She arched
her back, and just then, I think she had her first orgasm as she squealed and
pushed my head from between her legs. 

"Wait, wait" she whispered as she turned on her side. 

She was quiet a moment, then laughed "Holy fuck, that was amazing. Usually my
Uncle just….." 

And she stopped herself. 

I was caressing her legs. After a moment, she rolled back onto her back,
spread her legs, and gave me access. I went back to work, After a couple of
minutes, I could tell she was back on build up to launch. I made my move and I
mounted her. She reached down, to help guide me in. It took a moment of
wrangling to get the head in her tiny hole. Finally, it went in. I saw her
wince, then I slowly entered her, going an inch, and waiting a minute, before
going another inch. Finally, I got half of it in, and that's all I needed to
work with. 

I established a rhythm. She was panting again, sometimes caressing my arms,
sometimes clawing at the bed covers. Her legs went around my waist and I was
able to get most of my tool in her. I felt my cum rising up, but I paused a
moment to allow it to pass. 

She was caressing my neck with her hands. I leaned down, and this time she
kissed me. It was a little girl kiss, but that would get better with time. She
smiled as I started up again. She started panting and her little heels were
rubbing the back of my thighs. She was gripping my shoulders, as if pulling me
in, or just hanging on. I felt my cum rising. I increased the speed of my
strokes, then I came in her in six mind blowing spurts before I collapsed on
her. 

We laid there a minute, letting us catch our breath, then I rolled off of her.
She immediately cuddled up to me. We quietly caressed each other for a bit,
then she asked "Do you want to do this some more ?" 

I looked at her. "What ?" I asked. 

"I mean, I like this. Can we do it some more ?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I just need to rest a little. Is something wrong ?" 

"No, I mean, this was great……better than…usually we just…and once, and we
stop. It's not as good as what we just did. I mean that was incredible. Can you
do that again ?" 

"Do what again ?" 

"Make my head just….explode. I mean, wow, I've never had that before." 

"How long have you been doing this ?" 

"About a year." 

"And your Uncle never made you cum before." 

No, he just climbs on, and…" 

"So, this is better" I said as I rolled over and started kissing her. Minutes
later I had her panting again. We made love for an hour this time, before
collapsing together and falling asleep. In the morning, we had a quicky, then
the dilemma presented itself. After we got dressed, she saw my airline ticket.
Her eyes got watery. 

"Do you have to go ?" she asked as she hugged me. 

"I have to go home, back to my job, and my house." 

"Don't you care about me ?" 

Giving her a kiss I answered "Absolutely". 

"Then stay", she pleaded. 

I sat down on the bed. "This is about more than last night, isn't it ?" I
observed. She got a look. I motioned for her to sit in the chair opposite the
bed. 

"What's really going on ?" I asked, "did you really have no place to go, or
were you sent here to sell yourself ?" 

"A little of both", she confessed, "my Uncle went out of town to visit his
cousin. He asked those two bitches to come over so I wouldn't stay in the
house. He told me to hang out at a hotel and see if I could sell some pussy. He
said if I couldn't, to try and stay with a friend, but if I went to a friend's
house, to see if I could sell pussy there." 

"Your Uncle sounds like…" 

"He's an asshole. You're better than him. You're nice, you're kind. I want to
stay with you, please." 

She threw herself into my lap and buried her head in my shoulder. I held the
girl in my arms and I could feel her tremble. She either was putting on an
Oscar worthy performance, or she really wanted to get away from an abusive
monster. She moved her face in front of mine and kissed me. It was a passionate
kiss, not like the little girl kiss from last night. My little head started
making demands. I had to force blood back into my big head. As the kiss ended,
I asked, "Let's start at the beginning, where are your parents ?" 

"My dad is in jail, and my mom, I think she ran off. I woke up one morning and
everything of hers was gone. She was gone too. Later that day, my Uncle came
over. He said my mom had called him and that I was to stay with him." 

I suddenly realized what kind of character I was dealing with. Her mom might
have left, or the Uncle might have arranged to have her disappear. 

"How are we going to do this ? Your Uncle has legal claim to you. If even your
Uncle wasn't around, a Judge would have you stay with a relative, one of your
cousins. This could be messy." 

"Can you just talk to my Uncle, please ? See if he'll let me go with you." 

Stalling for time to think, I said "I don't know about you, but I'm starving.
Do you want breakfast ?" 

She got a look of concern, but agreed. We put my bags in the car and went to
breakfast at the adjacent restaurant. While we waited for the food to arrive, I
called the airline and arranged to have my flight moved from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m.
Alicia gave me a look as she overheard me talking about the plane ride, asking
me why I didn't get her a ticket also. 

"It's not that easy", I explained, "if I just take you, I could be arrested
for kidnapping. We need to talk to your Uncle first." 

She shrunk at that comment and she ate her breakfast in silence. After
breakfast, it was a waiting game for her Uncle. Alicia and her Uncle lived in
an old neighborhood. Their run down house was on a dirt road, off of a pothole
strewn asphalt road, off of a highway. The house looked like it was fifty years
old. The paint was either faded or chipping away. The yard wasn't kept up at
all. We drew stares as we sat in my rental car from either kids on bikes, or
adults with hard eyes. Finally, just before noon, he showed up. 

Driving a beat up thirty year old Chevy pickup, he was a short man with a pot
belly. His skin was dark and his dark shifty eyes made him look like a
predator. I introduced myself to him, but he looked at me with suspicion and he
didn't shake my hand. I told him that I had met Alicia last night and that she
expressed an interest in leaving. 

"Leaving, leaving where ?" he asked. 

I told him the nearest big city to where I live. He looked at Alicia, then me,
back to her, then me again. 

"I wonder" I inquired, "if there's a way you would let her go with me." 

"What for ?" he demanded. 

"Better opportunities" I answered. I let his mind ponder that, then I decided
to go for something he could relate to."I see your house and your truck. What
would it be worth to you to let her go with me ?" 

His eyes began dancing and a smile crept onto his face. "What would it be
worth ?" he inquired. "How about this ?" I asked. "I give you five thousand and
you give me her birth certificate and let her go with me." 

Alicia's eyes became as big as saucers. 

"Five thousand" he pondered out loud, "ummm, no. I'm thinking more." 

"I'll give you ten thousand, but not a penny more." 

Alicia looked at me in total shock. The Uncle's smile widened. "I think we can
do business" he said with a welcoming gesture, "why don't you come in the house
and we'll drink on it." 

"I can't", I replied, "I really do need to get to the airport. I can get the
money and be back Monday afternoon. Will you be here ?" 

"Yeah, absolutely, I'll be here for my new friend." 

We shook hands, then he motioned to Alicia and called her as he turned to the
house. "A couple of minutes please ?" she asked. 

He waved her off and skulked off towards the house. I moved her back behind a
bush. 

"You're amazing" Alicia said as she kissed me. 

"I'll be back for you Monday afternoon. Be completely ready to go. We might
have to run out of here. I don't trust him." 

We kissed again, had a long hug, then another kiss. She retrieved her backpack
from the back seat. She put it on the hood and opened the small pouch. She took
out the money I had given her. 

"Take it" she offered, "I feel stupid keeping it." 

"You keep it", I said with a smile, "I just won't give you an allowance for a
year." 

She got a playful look. I gave her an affectionate pat on the bottom and went
around to the driver's side of the car. 

"Steve" she called out, "I love you." 

I blew her a kiss. Her face lit up. I got in the car and tried not to look at
her as I drove away. My mind was swimming with what I had just done. First, I
had spent the night with a preteen prostitute, and now I was negotiating to buy
her. Was I as low as the Uncle who groomed her, molested her, then ordered her
to sell herself ? Was I that kind of sleazebag? 

No, I rationalized to myself, I was going to give her a better life. I would
definitely have her in a better house, in a better school district, and I would
never pimp her. 

Monday morning, I went to see my banker. I told him I needed 10k in a hurry. I
had nearly half that in savings, much more in IRA's, and over 2k in my checking
account. My house was nearly paid for and my car was. Of course, he made phone
calls and had a couple of discussions with the branch manager. Finally, after
90 minutes, they gave me the money. 

I got to the airport as fast as I could. It raised eyebrows that I didn't have
luggage. I thought about buying one ticket going, and two coming back, but my
intuition told me to just buy the one. Airport security shook me down and I had
to explain the money, assuring them I was buying a car with it. My record was
clean and I wasn't carrying weapons, so they let me onboard the plane. 

It was a quarter to two when I reached Alicia's house. I got a bad feeling as
soon as I arrived. The neighborhood seemed not only quiet, but still. I parked
on the street and walked up towards the house. I noticed an 80's Buick parked
in front of the Uncle's truck. The curtains were pulled shut and the house
seemed dark. 

I knocked on the door, and seconds later I heard footsteps. The Uncle peeked
through a curtain, then came to the door. 

"Welcome my friend, come in", he said with a grin as he opened the door.

I walked in and purposely got between him and the door. I wasn't going to let
the door close. I think he took the clue and he stepped back a few steps. 

"Is Alicia ready to go ?" I asked. 

He was quiet a few seconds, then replied "I don't think I'm going to let her
go." 

"Where is she ?" I demanded. 

"That's not important" he stated, "what is important is the money." 

"We had a deal, her for the money." 

"I don't think so anymore." 

He then whistled and three large teenage boys appeared in the hallway. I
retreated back through the front door, onto the porch. I know it's what they
hoped I would do, but they didn't realize that I had just taken the advantage. 

As the first boy came through the front door, I used a judo maneuver to
accelerate his forward force so that he shot off the porch and into the yard.
The second boy grabbed for me, but I spun just out of his grasp. As he turned
to face me, he ran into the third boy, who was coming like a freight train. 

As they fell in a heap on the porch, I lept down to deal with the first boy.
My attack caught him off balance. He threw a punch, but I easily ducked under
it. I punched him in the solar plexus, flipped him, Then kneed him again in the
plexus to add insult to injury. By now, both boys were leaping off of the porch
to come after me. 

I ran at one of them and actually used his shoulders to catapult onto the
porch. As he turned to face me, I kicked him in the face. As he fell to the
ground, the remaining boy looked at me with a mix of confusion and fear. 

I heard the footsteps and correctly turned to avoid a knife in the back from
the Uncle. As I spun, I caught his wrist and forced the blade up into his
stomach. He looked up at me in fear as I manipulated his wrist to increase the
damage. The Uncle fell to his knees , then forward. I turned to the boy in the
yard and growled. The boy turned and ran. 

I went back in the house and looked for Alicia. I found her in the back
bedroom. She was nude, tied to a chair, and she was a bloody mess. Evidently,
one or more of the males had used her for a punching bag. I untied her from the
chair and found her to be barely conscious. I found a pair of jeans and a T
shirt close to her size. I put the clothes on her and carried her outside. As I
carried her to the car, I noticed that both of the boys in the yard had
vanished. I belted Alicia in the passenger seat and drove out of the
neighborhood. I drove for over an hour, until I found a hotel where I could
check in discretely. Making sure no one was watching, I parked near the room
and carried Alicia in. 

Over the next two days, I nursed her to the point where she could stand
without being dizzy. Eventually, she told me that about an hour after I left,
the Uncle had raped her, tied her to the chair, and started beating her. He
beat her throughout the weekend, until I showed up. She wasn't even aware of
the boys that were in her house. 

When Alicia could travel, I drove her to my home and started a whole new life
for her. With a friend's help, I got her birth certificate and I enrolled her
in his charter school. The nightmares have subsided for her and she's become
interested in marching band. She's healthy and happy and our sex life is,
well…great. 

The End

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