I wrote this story after reading a story about an Iraqi girl in Phoenix
Arizona, killed by her father because she had become "Americanized". Her piece
of filth father couldn't deal with her blossoming as a woman. She even tried
leaving home and living with a friend, but the crazed father tracked her down
and ran over her with his SUV. He even backed over her to make sure the job was
finished. His lawyer tried that "Things justified under Sharia law" crap, but a
jury didn't buy it. This past week, the father was sentenced to 34 years in
prison.  

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  lifelong bachelor hires a preteen girl from another country
as a part time maid, it sets forth a series of unpredictable events. Mg, sed.
cons, rom.

The inheritance came at just the right time. After a harrowing year at work
(what we in church call "good for the pocketbook, bad for the soul" ), I had a
healthy bank account. It was then that a lawyer found me and told me that I
inherited my Cousin's estate.

The estate sits on 4.1 acres. The one story house has a large circular drive,
three car garage, a workshop (complete with tools and machinery), storage
building, and a shed for landscaping equipment. 

Soon after I moved in, I started a part time business making custom parts for
toys. The business soon went full time. Soon after that, a cop approached me
with some metal working ideas. I was busy and content. 

It was right about that time that old man Hosenhaufer died. Hosenhaufer had an
aged house with 1.5 acres on it's east side. When  Hosenhaufer's son took over
the property, he sold it to a business that turned around and sold it to a
local charity. The charity subdivided it into five pieces and allowed some low
income folk to move their trailers on the lots. 

My apprehenson subsided when I found out that the trailers contained working
poor whose worst habit was bringing shopping carts home. I even hired one of
the residents, a mechanic, to do my landscaping. I even slipped him a few extra
bucks to take the shopping carts back to the store, which kept our cul de sac
from becoming shabby. It was the trailer next to his, which caught my attention.

From what I could tell, the trailer housed a middle aged woman and a girl who
looked about eleven or twelve. Being a pedophile has a lot of drawbacks. One of
the drawbacks is looking, and lusting-which is all you can do, unless you want
to go to prison. I imagined several types of romantic encounters with her,
almost to the point of distraction, but common sense brought me back. She
became pretty much a distant distraction, until I nearly tripped over her. 

I had been washing my car. I had the hose stretched out and was running it
around the car when I heard a squeal. I hadn't even seen her enter the
property. She had approached me from behind, but my backpedaling led to me
almost running into her. Upon hearing her squeal I turned and saw her up close-
for the first time. 

She stood a hair over five feet with a thick head of coal black hair. Her skin
coloring was a very light mocha coloring. She had a doll's like appearance with
large doe like eyes, a tiny nose, and large "bee stung" lips. Her frame, like
the petite features of her face, was tiny in many respects. Her chest was
nearly flat, with two tiny bumps where her breasts should be was wrapped in a
skin tight T shirt. Her waist, likewise, was tiny , wrapped in skin tight jeans.

"Hello ?" I said.

"Hello", she replied.

"Can I help you ?"

"Mike told me that he does extra work for you. I was wondering if you had any
extra work that I can do ?"

"What can you do?"

"I can clean, wash, iron...you know, stuff."

"Umm...okay. There's a broom in the corner of the garage. It can use a good
sweeping."

She smiled and made straight for the broom. Much to my surprise, she did a
fantastic job, proving that she was detail oriented. I let her join in on the
car, where her skill level made my car look like it had been detailed. I gave
her a ten, which made her light up.  That evening, hours after she had left, I
made up my mind to let her detail my house. My kitchen needed it's floor
scrubbed and my bathroom was in need of a scrubbing as well. 

It would be two days later when I saw her next. She was coming out of her
trailer. She smiled and waved. I waved her over. She looked around first, then,
walked over. I told her what I needed done. She told me that she had to check
first. She went home and returned a half hour later. I let her in and she went
to work on my kitchen. I went into my office and sorted through some emails and
receipts.  

A little while later she came in and asked for more cleaning supplies. I tried
to show here where they were stored, but she made me tell her where they were
stored. She then disappeared and returned nearly an hour later. Ushering me
into the kitchen, she surprised me with a sparkling room with a very clean
smell. I complimented her. She thanked me, then with a smile, she held out her
hand. I paid her twenty bucks.

"I'll come back tomorrow and clean your bathroom."

She soon became my full time maid and the upside for me was having company
around. With her being over fulltime, she became comfortable enough to be in
various stages of dress. Once, while cleaning my bathroom, she stripped down to
a tiny skin tight T shirt and panties, that way, she wouldn't dirty her
clothes. 

I also began to find out who she was, and her home life. Her name is Noor, and
her parents were from Kurdistan. Early in her life, her father had left to take
up arms against the Iranians, but he had never returned. Her mother had moved
her around to protect them against a fear that Iranians in the US would try to
kill them. It was mind boggling to me. The charity that had sold them the
trailer (and land) had sold the package for cheap, and filed the paperwork
under an assumed name. 

Soon after school started, I saw a man appear at their trailer. A few days
later, when he shot me a dirty look, I asked about  him. Noor told me that he
was her Uncle and he was giving orders at her house. He had originally ordered
her not to come over, but when she showed him the money that she was making, he
relented. 

It was also at this time that Noor started spending more time over at my
place. We started sharing dinner several nights a week. Prior to dinner, she
would sit next to me on the couch, and a couple of times, she even leaned in
and seemed to be cuddling. Parts of me wanted to hug her, kiss her, and make
love to her, but fear of prison kept me from stepping over the line.

One day, after school, she came over excited about Halloween. This year was
the first time that she had gone to a public school and she had never been out
to trick or treat, for fear of being found out by the Iranians her mother
feared. She told me that she wanted to wear an Alice in Wonderland costume
(even though she wasn't blonde or porcelain skinned) and she feared that her
mother wouldn't buy her the costume. I volunteered to buy it and the look of
joy on her face was all the thanks I needed. The hug, and peck on my lower lip,
that followed was not only hard to follow up, but very much appreciated. That
night, I went online and ordered her costume.

Two weeks later, the costume arrived. She tried it on and modeled it for me. I
finally had an excuse to take pictures of her. Although my inner self wanted to
say, "Okay, now take it off-slowly", I only had her pose in ways that could
pass muster in a Sears magazine. Later, she took the dress home, but not before
giving me another hug. 

The day of Halloween, things took a very ugly turn. Noor came over in tears.
Her Uncle had seen the dress and he shredded it with scissors while ranting
about honor. Noor held me, tight, and cried tears of shame and rage. The man
part of me wanted to punch the self righteous asshole right in the face. The
pedo part of me made friends with the civilized part of me and came up with a
plan. 

We left my house and after a quick stop at the bank, we went to an upscale
department store. In the dress and accessory section, I found a harried middle
aged saleswoman trying to tend to a pack of spoiled rotten older teen girls.
When the woman made a few seconds for us, I discretely pressed a pair of
hundreds into her hand and told her that I would pay all store costs, plus
commission, if she could turn Noor into the most ravishing Princess ever, in
the next couple of hours. I gave the woman my business card, and left Noor in
her hands. 

Two hours later, when I returned to the store, Noor was breathtaking. She had
a light blue sequined gown and tiara. Makeup had been applied in a subtle way.
Noor was all smiles and I got another hug. The saleswoman presented me with a
bill of over five hundred, but it was very much worth it.

I then took Noor to the affluent neighborhoods in town. Because it was a first
time experience, she didn't grow weary of the fact that trick or teating was
work. The compliments she got on her dress made her light up. All in all, it
was a very rewarding night for her. 

When we got back to my place, she thanked me again. The kiss that followed was
full on the lips, warm, and moist. My little friend rose to attention. I broke
the kiss with a smile and almost fatherly squeeze of her upper arms. I
responded to her quizzical look with a "Let's take some pictures" offer. 

I took out the camera had her pose for me. Again, I had to put down the little
monster in me that wanted to tell her to unzip. After our photo session, she
changed clothes, leaving the dress with me, but taking the candy with her. The
next to last act played out the next morning.   

Every morning, I go out for breakfast. I was in my garage and getting in my
car, when I caught motion out of the corner of my eye. My turn to the left kept
the baseball bat from caving my skull in, but it still made contact with my
right shoulder. Caught off guard, I was able to duck and catch Noor's Uncle in
the midsection with my left shoulder. He kneed me in the chest and we began to
wrestle. 

After a minute of wrestling, he made the mistake of throwing me out of the
garage. I landed in the driveway, spun to my left, then I was able to charge
him. I pinned him to the wall of the house, punched him in the solar plexus,
then punched him in the nuts. He grabbed my ears, but I grabbed him by the
waist, lifted him off of his feet, and slammed him to the ground. He hit the
ground with a plop, and stopped moving. As I caught my breath, I saw a pool of
blood start to spread out from his head. The thought then hit me that Noor
might be in danger. 

I ran across the street. As I neared her front door, I heard a scream.
Adrenaline took over. I nearly ripped the door off it's hinges as I ran in the
trailer. I heard another scream and ran down the hall. Through an open door, I
saw something that made my blood run cold.

Noor was face down and tied to the bed. She was wearing only panties. Her back
and thighs were covered with welts and blood. Her mother stood over her with a
wooden rod. Her mother turned towards me and raised the rod. Acting of it's own
accord, my right hand punched her dead in the face. 

She flew across the room, slammed into the wall, and fell to the floor. I
untied a sobbing Noor, and tried to be gentle with her. I helped her to her
feet, and handed her a sheet to cover herself. I took her outside and called
911. In several minutes, Police cars, two ambulances, and a fire truck crowded
my street. 

I spent over two hours answering questions. Noor and her family were taken to
the hospital. Later that day, her Uncle and Mother were arrested and booked on
a series of charges. I went to the hospital and kept vigil for Noor. A Social
Worker came by and asked a series of questions. Later, she told me that
Protective Services would take custody of Noor, until something could be worked
out. I then went to the Police Department and sought out some help. 

Sergeant Earl Davis had become something between a friend and brother. He had
been among those who had questioned me this morning. I asked him if he could
intervene with social services. He assured me that he would, but he asked me to
let him handle everything. 

Two days later, Davis came over with the social worker to look at my home. I
had dishes in the sink, but aside from that, my home had that fresh smell that
Noor had left everywhere. The Social Worker then asked me about being a
temporary foster parent. Davis winked and I went along without becoming
emotional. Later that day, Davis told me that nearly the entire Police
Department had interved for me. He also told me to be at the hospital at five
in the afternoon. I was also told that Noor's family had made bail and had fled
the state. I hadn't even noticed their comings and goings, I had been
fortifying my home. Besides an alarm system, I had put in several cameras, and
I bought a dog.  

That evening, Noor was released to me. Her face lit up when she saw me. Our
hug was broken by the fact that her backside was in pain. I gently took her
home and settled her in my guest room. That night though, just after bedtime,
she came in my room, telling me that she was afraid to be alone. I reluctantly
welcomed her to my bed. Wearing a robe, she sat on the edge of the bed. She
told me how she had learned that her Uncle was  on the loose and she was afraid
that he'd try to hurt her again. I assured her that she was safe with me, and
that I'd take her to and from school to make sure. She then stood and took off
the robe. She was completely naked.

She climbed into my bed. Laying on her side, facing me, she asked if I loved
her.

"Of course I do", I said. 

She smiled and placed a hand on my neck. Caressing me she said:"In my home
country, girls as young as nine are married to older men. I know this country
doesn't allow that, but I can be your wife, in all but name."

"Noor, I love you", I responded, "but if you ever told anyone that I saw you
naked, or touched you, I could go to prison for a very long time."

"I wouldn't want that."

"Then, we can't share a bed, or kiss, or anything like that."

"What if I never tell anyone ?"

I looked her in the eye and I realized that she needed to cling to me. She had
lost her family. If I sent her from my bed, she might go into an unrecoverable
spiral. I leaned in and kissed her. She grabbed me and held me tight. We made
out and she rubbed against me. One of her hands found my very stiff dick. My
underwear seemed to frustate her efforts to grab me. I started easing my
jockeys off. She took over and pulled my underwear off. 

Placing her hand on my dick, she  seemed confused what to do with it. I pulled
her to me and had her lay on top of me. Placing my dick between her legs, I
started to give her an idea. After wrestling my dick with her crotch for about
ten minutes, I had her mount my mid section. 

She got the idea and tried to insert me in her. She was quite small, but
eventually, the head of my dick went in her. She was  grimmacing, but it was
all I needed. My magic spot is right under the head of my dick. Wiggling her
hips for a while, I built to a climax and came in her. 

The entire thing was puzzling to her. I told her that eventually, I would fit
entirely in her. First, though, I would buy and keep a stock of condoms
available. She nestled into me and fell asleep in my arms. Two nights later,
the final act played out.
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The barking of my guard dog woke everyone. Noor and I awoke and looked out the
front window. Noor's trailer was on fire. I thought about calling 911, but I
saw flashing lights and people starting to gather in the street. I thought
about going outside, but then thought the fire might be a distraction. I looked
up Davis's cell number and I woke him. After telling him my thought, he agreed
and he had half a dozen cops search my estate. Meanwhile, I checked my DVR.

I have a camera that faces my front gate. Conincidentally, Noor's trailer and
another are in the frame. A replay of the night showed Noor's Uncle and Mother
torching the trailer. The camera also had a good shot of the car. A description
was put out, and by dawn they were in custody.

The District Attorney's office did a brilliant job. Getting Noor's Mother and
Uncle to plead guilty to arson, and accepting twenty years, the other charges
were dropped. By the time they got out of prison, Noor would be an adult, and
best of all, she wouldn't have to relive the torture by testifying in court. 

Noor turned 16 last week. We married in Brazil and because of extra courses,
she'll graduate from high school in May. 

The End

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