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   Charlotte the Harlot (MF, Mf, MMf, mmf, M+f, prost, slut, ped)

   Part 1

   By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

   I guess you can say my destiny was determined long before I was born. 
My mother raised five children alone with no help from anyone.  I was born
in the mid sixties, learning a great deal about sexuality from that era, my
mother and much too young.  The earliest memories I have is watching my
mother getting dressed to go out.  She was a go-go dancer and wore a lot of
makeup, micro-mini skirts, tight blouses and go-go boots.  She started my
obsession with whores.

   Exactly when I became enlightened as to my mother's true profession I'm
not sure.  I just remember her having a lot of boyfriends and they visited
her often, sometimes staying the night.  From an early age, maybe seven or
so, I'd stand outside her bedroom door listening to the grunts and moans
coming from her room.  The squeaky bed frame and the occasional banging on
the wall from the head board peaked my curiosity.

   At this time, my oldest sister, Ginny, was fourteen and already
pregnant. A few months after her son was born, she moved in with her baby
daddy's parents.  My next sister, Valerie, was already making a name for
herself as the neighborhood slut.  She was thirteen and determined to live
up to the names a lot of the kids were calling her.  My eleven-year-old
sister, Dawn, seemed like the most level-headed of my siblings but within
two years, she'd run away with her 20-year-old boyfriend once mom found out
about him.

   That pretty much left me and my older brother, Danny.  Already at the
age of nine he was getting into all sorts of trouble and was repeating the
third grade.  Later he got involved in drugs and crime and would spend over
half of his adult life behind bars.  That left me and I wasn't immune to
the poor parenting skills of my wayward mother.  At this age, I became a
peeping tom, trying to see my mother and sisters naked at every chance.

   It became almost an obsession for me and every time momma brought a man
home, I'd spend most of the time listening to their fucking through the
door.  It was one of these times that I almost got caught by Valerie and
quickly hid in the closet adjacent to momma's door.  It was where the a/c
unit was and it didn't have a lot of room.  What it did have was a small
crawl area under the condenser which gave me just enough room to hide. 
Even at that age I had the foresight to realize what momma was doing with
those men just on the other side of the wall and I wanted to see it for
myself.

   The closet was unfinished and the two by fours were exposed.  That meant
only one wall kept me from seeing what was going on.  Using a nail, I dug a
hole just under the supports of the a/c but ended up behind her dresser. 
Moving the nail over a few inches, I got lucky.  I now had a peep hole to
watch everything happening on her bed.

   I became infatuated with watching her fucking these various men and
spent hours looking through the hole while she did every imaginable act
with virtual strangers.  That started my course in life of wanting only
sluts and whores.  Not just the run-of-the-mill whores, I wanted the
skankiest, sluttiest, most perverse cum-dump whores around.  My tastes grew
more deviant as I got older and I was soon seeking out sluts with tattoos,
body piercings, platinum dyed hair and wearing the skimpiest, trashiest
clothes.

   I began visiting prostitutes when I was about 16 as no "normal" girl
satisfied my requirements.  I often waited until the end of the day when
the whores had been out all day and night fucking scores of men.  I wanted
them ridden hard, used often and put up wet.  The sloppier the better.  I
discovered a gold mine by visiting the seedier part of town and had my pick
of dirty, badly worn, tainted, immoral and the nastiest whores you could
find.  I was in heaven.

   One whore, Raven, I visited often.  She was everything I wanted in a
whore and more.  She was controlled by a ruthless black pimp who kept her
working sometimes 18 hours straight.  Her bruised and battered body was
covered with tats, she had piercings in places that I didn't think was
possible, her short, bob-cut hair was almost pure white but her eyes told
her real story.  Hollow, lifeless and literally overflowing from all the
semen pumped into her abused body by all the nameless johns.  She was
perfect.  To her men were nothing but a dick with money and her sole
purpose in life was to get both.  I was saddened when one day she
disappeared.  I never found out what happened to her so I moved on to
another debased whore.

   Having this hobby takes money, lots of money so I needed to get a second
job and found one working for a large, international retailer.  That's
where I met Angie and right away I had an attraction to her.  She wasn't
beautiful and a little shy, but something told me she was what I might be
looking for.

   She's Asian, five-feet tall and weighs around 125 pounds.  Not exactly
the skinny, crack whore type I like, but it's a start.  She did have very
large breasts, 36 Ds, which seemed to fit her short, stocky build.  I asked
around about her and found out she wasn't married and liked to date.  A
lot. Both of the guys I talked to said they'd fucked her a few times and
they weren't the only ones.  I liked the sound of that so I asked her out.

   As expected, after our first date, I took her to my rented room and we
fucked the entire night.  She was enthusiastic, but not sleazy.  Afterward
I took her home and planned on not seeing her again.  Technically being
easy made her a slut, but not the raunchy whore I was looking for.  She
would need to fall pretty deep down the pit of depravity to reach the level
I wanted.  I avoided her for the next few days.

   About a week later she cornered me in the break room, wanting to go out
again.  I didn't have the desire to go but she offered to pay for the date
and I figured what the hell, it won't cost me anything and I'll get laid
afterward.  She'd be a good booty call but not much more than that.  I left
my car in the lot and we took hers to go out.  First she needed to go to
her apartment to get something.  It was at this time she dropped a bomb
shell.

   "Come meet my kids," she said turning the car off.  "I already told them
about you." KIDS!?!  What the fuck?  I didn't know anything about kids and
I certainly didn't want to meet her bastard children but I was stuck.  If I
had been in my car I probably would have left right then and there but as
fate would have it, I went inside.

   The apartment was a mess and there was an older woman watching her
three-year-old son was playing a board game on the floor.  The TV was
blaring on some foreign channel and the smell coming from the kitchen was
nauseating.  She introduced the neighbor woman babysitting and the boy as
we headed down the hallway.

   I was really questioning my decision about going out again and almost
groaned as we approached a closed door and she announced that it was her
eight-year-old daughter's room.  When the door opened, I got an eyeful as
the young girl laid on her bed, legs slightly parted wearing only a pair of
raggedy panties with both hands thrust in the front.  Almost from instinct
she jerked her hands away, turning on her side facing away from us.

   I couldn't help but stare at the slender young girl, her long brown hair
piled up behind her head, her almost boyish shape and round, firm butt
facing towards me.  I never really considered myself a pedophile, but
seeing this sexy little thing and knowing she was playing with herself
stirred some latent desire.  She called out for the girl to turn around to
meet me but she wouldn't.  She was embarrassed by us catching her
masturbating, I'm sure.

   My mind stayed on her daughter the entire night and several times she
had to break my thoughts to get a response from me.  This young girl is
definitely future slut material as long as she had the right guidance. 
She's at the age where some family member or neighbor or priest gets a hold
of her and molds her to become the Ravens of the world.  I had spent years
looking for the perfect whore only to now realize that I could create her
myself.  She'd be the perfect fuck toy and have boys and men lining up to
pump their sperm into her body over and over again.

   I decided that night that Angie would be the perfect woman for me.  Not
because she'd be everything I ever fantasized about, but because she had
the one thing that had been missing from my life, raw material to create my
own little Raven.  Without a need to supplement my income, I quit my old
job and stayed working with Angie to see her every day.

   I moved in with her about two weeks later and right away became the
perfect "stepfather" for the kids.  I took them to parks, Disney Land,
Chucky Cheese, the beach, swimming at the pool and buying toys and games
for them.  I especially put the charm on Charlotte, complementing her at
every chance, giving her rides to school and allowing her to stay up past
her curfew.  Her mother wasn't the best mom and often berated her and on
more than a few occasions I heard Angie calling her stupid.

   We decided to save money on the sitter by working different shifts so
one of us would be home with the kids.  This helped me to isolate them
without much outside interference.  It started off subtly with me
accidentally exposing myself to them.  After a while I thought it would be
a good idea if the boy, Adam, and I took a bath together.  The first few
times Charlotte waited outside for us but after a while, she came in to ask
me a question.  I didn't freak her out and just allowed her to stay there
while we bathed.

   That became the norm after that where she came in while we bathed and I
took every opportunity to show her my cock.  Often she'd sit on the edge of
the tub and put her feet in the water.  One day I asked her if she wanted
to join us as there was enough room and surprisingly, she did.  I tried not
to stare as her nude body sank into the water.  Her body was perfect.  Thin
and petite with small, brown nipples and a tight little crack between her
slender legs.  I resisted the urge to attack her right then, but knew I
needed to wait.  For three months I'd been slowly seducing her and she was
coming around.  It would be just a little longer.

   The next stage was her helping me with my all over tanning spray.  This
was the first time I had a hard-on jutting out in her face as she knelt
before me spraying my legs.  I could see the pre-cum dripping from the tip
as I slowly turned allowing her to spray me all over.  She seemed to enjoy
this as well and stared at it until it rotated out of view.

   "Do you wanna touch it?" I asked one day while we were taking a bath
together.

   "Huh?  Do you mean it?" she asked as if I was offering her a present.

   "Sure, you can touch it whenever you want."

   "Whoa, wait, really?" I almost laughed at this.  She wanted so much to
touch it but was afraid to ask.  Now I was offering it to her on a silver
platter and she was all smiles.  Over the next several times we bathed
together I allowed her to play with my cock and got a thrill out of seeing
her study it as if it were from outer space.  It didn't take much
manipulation before pre-cum would bubble out of the tip and she was amazed
by this.  The first time she saw it she asked what it was and I explained
that it was happy juice, something a "cock" made when it was happy, just as
she was doing.

   Each time I fought the urge to cum as I didn't want to alarm her and
didn't want to scare her from playing with me.  After about six or so
times, I let her play with me until I came.  Her eyes widened as several
jets of white cream arched out, landing on my stomach.  She dropped my
cock, yanking her hand away as if it might burn her.

   "It's okay, Honey, it's only daddy milk," I said comforting her.

   "Did I hurt you?"

   "No, no, don't be silly.  That felt great.  In fact the only way to get
daddy milk out is to make me feel really good, just like you did."

   "Wh...what is daddy milk?"

   "Well, you know how when your brother was a baby and your mommy made
milk in her tits for him to drink?" She nodded her head.  "This is kinda
the same thing but only Daddy's make it and it only for special little
girls, like you," I said touch my finger to the tip of her nose.

   "Really?" she said nearly puffing her chest out.  I'd been calling her
my special little girl for a few months now and made sure she knew never to
tell anyone of our special little game we played.  Taking some of the cum
onto my finger tip, I licked it off, smacking my lips.

   "Mmmmm, delicious," I said smiling.  I'd tasted my cum plenty of times
and even sucked the cum out of more than one whore in my day so it's
nothing new for me.  She stared at the droplets on my stomach and slowly
stuck her finger out to scoop some of it up.  I held my breath watching as
she leisurely brought it towards her mouth.  Extending her tongue, she
touched it to her finger and quickly made a face.  I smiled.

   "That's okay, Honey, you'll get used to the taste, I promise."

   That shifted out relationship into a whole new direction.  Since she
gave me pleasure, it was only fair that I did the same for her and began
licking her little slit soon after that.  She was ticklish but still
enjoyed the sensation.  I can't say that I ever made her cum back then, but
I knew it made her feel good.

   I also began using a lot of cum with her.  In the beginning I would
masturbate into her panties, rubbing the cum into the crotch and place them
back into her drawer.  It gave me a thrill to know all day long she was
walking around with my cum rubbing against her pussy.  She never said
anything about the hard, crusty crotch and kept wearing them.

   The next stage was getting her used to the taste of cum so at every
chance I got, I shot a load of cum into her food.  Omelets, cereal, hot
coco, oatmeal, kool-aid, frozen popsicles, and any beverages she drank
through a straw had at least one load.  I made the mistake once of cumming
in her bottle of Coke but found out the hard way that cum doesn't dissipate
in a cold drink.  Before preparing a meal, I'd take a shot glass into the
bathroom, jerk off into it and hold it until it was time for her to eat and
then add the special ingredient.  I couldn't help but stare while she ate
my sperm laced meals.

   She loved playing chase and hide-and-go-seek and I loved chasing her. 
Once I caught her, I'd drop on top of her, pushing my groin to hers and
simulated sex.  I was always rock hard when I did this and I knew she could
feel it.  As our relationship grew, I became bolder with my liberties and
even began fondling her with her mother in the same room.  Next came oral
sex for me.  I'd been licking and sucking on her pussy for about two weeks
and now it was her turn to return the favor.

   The first time was awkward, to say the least, but she managed to get me
off.  At the first sensation of my cum hitting the back of her throat, she
yanked it out and I wasted my seeds all over the floor.  That was
unacceptable and I corrected her right away.  It's her duty to finish once
she started.

   For her ninth birthday I bought her a special gift and waited until we
were alone to give it to her.  It was a small, six-inch vibrator and she
had no idea what to do with it.  That didn't matter as I would show her.  I
also began renting porno to better teach her how to fuck.  It wasn't the
vanilla shit, but hardcore fucking with lots of cum and cocks.  She sat
wide-eyed the very first flick we watched together.

   I knew she was ripe to start fucking but that little hole of hers was
much too tight to even get my finger in.  I had to open her up before I
could get my cock in there. I busted her cherry using my thumb and gave her
a few days to recuperate before going further.  She took my index finger
next and I spend about 15 minutes fucking it in and out of her hole before
stopping.  She cried, whimpered and begged me to stop, but I knew it was in
her best interest. If I stuck my cock inside there now she'd be screaming
bloody murder.  After about a week I was able to get two fingers in her and
could even turn them from side to side.  She was opening up nicely.

   As soon as her mother left for work, I sent Adam next door to play and
Charlotte and I got busy.  I had about nine hours to play with her and
didn't want to waste a second.  I licked her and she sucked me off at least
once a day but now I wanted more.  It took a while, but I was finally able
to squeeze my head inside her tight crack.  In the beginning, the
sensation, the tightness and the excitement caused me to blow my load right
away, filling her small cavity with cum.  After that I was able to hold out
longer and longer.

   By this time I was getting off more often with Charlotte than with her
mother and was pumping two or three loads a day on her or in her.  When her
mother was home I still wanted her and we'd sneak off into her bedroom
where we went into the closet.  I stood near the sliding door while she was
inside hidden from view and sucked my cock.  I was ready with an excuse in
case Angie came in looking for us.

   One night we almost got caught as Angie came home from work early.  We
were in our bed both completely naked and wrestling.  "What in the fucks
going on here?!" I heard her yell from the doorway.  As usual, I had a hard
on and tried hiding it from her.  I was caught off guard and didn't know
what to say as my erection slowly dwindled.

   "Hi, baby," I said sitting up with a smile.  Charlotte crawled under the
blanket trying to hide.

   "Don't baby me, what's going on?"

   "Nothin' we were just playing," I said trying to sound convincing.  She
wasn't buying it.

   "Why are you naked and why is Charlotte in here naked too?"

   "Com'on baby, you know nothing going on.  I was about to go to bed and
she came in to give me a good night kiss, that's all." She stared at me
with the evil eye.  I knew I was busted but tried to get out of it.  The
thing that saved me is that I do sleep in the nude so that's not too
unusual, but the fact Charlotte was in bed with me naked caused a problem.
"Charlotte just took a shower," I added pointing to the crumbled towel on
the floor.  "It must have fallen off when she got into bed to kiss me." I
gave my best convincing smile and hoped she'd believe me.

   She stared at me for the longest time and I figured I was dead meat. 
We'd lived together for only about seven months and already I was caught in
bed naked with her nine-year-old daughter.  "Charlotte, go to your room,"
she barked out and I watched her naked butt scamper out like a roach when
the lights come on.

   I had to make it up to her and make her believe it was innocent but
first, I had to have sex with her.  It had been a few days since the last
time we fucked as most of my cum was going into Charlotte.  She seemed to
forgive me but I was on guard for the next few days.  About a week later I
screwed up again and almost got caught again.

   Charlotte and I had resumed our little sex games and Angie was off that
day and sleeping as I got the kids ready for school.  Charlotte looked so
damned sexy wearing shorts and a polo style shirt that I just wanted to
fuck her right there.  I did manage to finger her and had my hand in the
front of her pants when Angie walked in.

   "What are you doing?" she asked looking at me from the doorway.  I
jerked my hand out so fast it almost knocked Charlotte over.

   "I, um, I was just tucking her shirt in," I said beginning to do just
that.

   "She knows how to do that," she said stepping closer.

   "Obviously she doesn't.  Look at how sloppy her shirt is." I wasn't sure
she'd believe me, but I had to try.  The bottom line was that I was
fingering her daughter and she caught me red handed, sort to speak.  I
finished and kissed her cheek telling her she was ready for school.  Angie
still stared at me from the door.  I couldn't bring myself to look at her
in case she was pissed.  I dropped the kids off and headed home half
expecting a major fight once I walked in.  To my relief she had gone back
to bed.  I had dodged another bullet.

   Not long after that Charlotte and I were watching TV in the living room
and Angie and Adam were sleeping.  I had my feet on the coffee table and
almost laying flat and Charlotte had her head on my stomach, sucking my
cock.  I had on boxers with my cock jutting out through the fly.  The light
in the hallway suddenly turned on and I had seconds to react.  Charlotte
hadn't noticed it and continued sucking me so I grabbed her head and pushed
it down over my crotch.  Her mouth was wet with saliva and pre-cum.

   Her long hair covered most of my cock but the head was poking out of the
back.  If the lighting would have been better, Angie would have seen it. 
It was after midnight and way past Charlotte's bedtime.  I held her head to
my lap as my cock quickly shrank praying that Angie would turn away so that
I could tuck my dick back into my shorts before she noticed.  Holding her
head with one hand, I slipped my hand under her head trying futility to get
it back inside the hole.

   "I said get to bed, NOW!" she ordered and Charlotte jumped up, leaving
my naked cock exposed.  She looked down at my lap and then to my face.  I
glanced downward and acted surprised that my cock was hanging out.

   "Oh, shit, how'd that happen!?" I exclaimed as surprised as I could
sound before pulling it back into my boxers.

   "Why is you dick out like that?" she asked staring with wild eyes.

   "I dunno.  It must have slipped out when I sat down." She stood for a
while before turning to head towards the bedroom.  I followed her and we
made love that night, washing this episode from her mind.  There was no
break in Charlotte and my activities.

   Six weeks later all hell broke loose as I was caught once again.  This
time there was no denying what was going on.  We were in the bathtub,
Charlotte lying down with her head crunched against the back and her feet
on either side of the tub.  I sat with my legs crossing hers and sitting
just inches from her pussy with my cock gently sliding in and out a few
inches at a time.  I had been able to get about half of my eight-inch cock
into her but always hit bottom if I tried to go any deeper.  Angie was at
work and Adam was watching TV in the living room.

   Suddenly Charlotte looked up with an expression of horror seconds before
the curtain flew opened and Angie was standing there.  I almost shit
myself. There was no excuse in the world that could get me out of this one.
I sat back as my erection was ejected from her and put my head down. 
Charlotte sat up, turning to face the wall.

   "Go to your room!" she yelled and Charlotte jumped from the tub, rushed
out without even getting a towel.  She towered over me with her hands on
her hips for several long minutes.  "How could you?"

   I sat not knowing what to do or say.  I'd been caught molesting her
daughter and figured she'd either call the cops or at the least tell me to
get the fuck out of her house.  At the very least I expected she'd cut my
dick off and drop it down the disposal.  I was screwed and I knew it.

   "How could you cheat on me like that?" she asked still with her hands to
her sides.  Huh?  Cheat?  Nothing about rape or molesting?  I was caught
off guard on this one and sat there looking up at her dazed.

   "I, uh, don't know what to say," I started.  It was a long, difficult
night with a lot of soul searching but we made it through it.  I blubbered,
cried and begged for her to forgive me as if I had only been unfaithful and
not molesting her child.  That aspect of what I did never entered into the
conversation.  I led her to believe that Charlotte had seduced me when I
was weak and that we had sex "maybe two or three times".  I threw in that
she wasn't a virgin the first time we had sex, which really wasn't a lie
because I popped her cherry with my finger.

   The strange thing about that night is we had sex twice.  She had been
furious at me for `screwing around' but wasn't upset that it was with her
daughter.  One good thing came from this is that as badly as she treated
Charlotte before that, it became a lot worse and I was there to comfort her
when her mother dumped on her.  That brought us even closer together.

   I guess you can say I should have learned my lesson and stopped fucking
around with her, but I couldn't.  I was working on a masterpiece and had a
long way to go.  In a way I had a green light to molest her as Angie knew
what was going on and didn't try to stop me.  We continued working
different shifts and she continued leaving me alone with the kids and
everything went back to normal.

   Charlotte was coming along pretty good, accepting her role as my private
little cum bucket and not once did she refuse my advances.  Just about
every night she went to bed with a load of my cum leaking from her pussy. I
even began fingering her little rose bud preparing it for use as well.  A
true whore is fucked everywhere and that's what she's training to become.

   She was a few months shy of her tenth birthday when the next major event
occurred.  I was on line and visiting various chat rooms when I came across
one called "family fun" and decided to check it out.  I wasn't in there
long before someone im'd me asking if I played with my family.  I wasn't in
the habit of giving out that kind of information and kept it vague.  I
returned the question and was surprised to learn that although he didn't
have any children of his own, he often played with families including
several children.

   We talked for a while about his exploits before I admitted that I had a
nine-year-old "daughter" that I fucked.  He was anxious to hear about it
but I didn't tell him much.  When he asked if I ever let her date, I
nervously responded `not yet but it would be a top prize'.  At least that's
what I meant to type but miss typed `price' instead.  I was in the process
to correct my mistake when he returned with "how much?"

   My hands were shaking, my palms were sweating and my cock was swelling
as I re-read the message.  Was he asking how much to fuck Charlotte?  I
typed back "are you serious" which he responded "yes".  This would be my
ultimate fantasy.  Whoring her out to some stranger I met on the internet.
I wasn't even sure how much to charge.  The whores I used to fuck were old,
worn out skanks and Charlotte was fresh meat.  I usually paid $50 to a
street whore to fuck so Charlotte should be worth a lot more.

   "$200" I typed not sure if that was asking too much.  I waited several
long seconds before he responded.  "Ok, when and where?" My cock almost
split my pants as I stared at the screen.  I had already learned that he
lived about an hour and a half away so traveling wouldn't be a major
problem.  "When do you want her?" The curser flashed about twenty times
before "NOW" popped up.  My heart skipped a beat.

   So it was set.  He gave me his cell number and we talked while he drove
towards us.  I wanted to get a motel room as I didn't want him coming here
and besides, what if Angie surprised us by coming home early?  I left Adam
with the neighbor and found a cheap, run down flea-bag hotel and checked
in. It was perfectly suited for a whore-in-training as she needed to get
used to fucking in filth.

   While waiting I fought the urge to fuck the shit out of her.  I really
wanted to but didn't want to have to clean her up afterwards for her first
john.  I did have her suck me while we waited and I explained to her what
was expected of her.  A friend of mine was coming to visit her and she had
to do everything to him that she does to me.  Her eyes widened.

   "Everything?" she asked for clarification.

   "Everything and I mean everything."

   The man's name was Jim; he was in his fifties and had mostly white hair.
Even his mustache was white.  He couldn't take his eyes off of Charlotte
and kept commenting how beautiful she was.  He handed me two crisp hundred
dollar bills and went to sit on the bed with Charlotte.  I took a chair
near the door at the table and watched as he began to fondle and molest my
girlfriend's nine-year-old daughter.

   After lathering her with saliva from head to toe, he undressed and
pulled out a bottle of KY.  Shit, I'm glad he brought that as I didn't. 
His cock was about my length but considerably thicker.  He was going to
really stretch her open with that thing.  After she sucked him a while, he
rolled her onto her back and mounted her like a seasoned whore.  He had to
struggle to get the fat cock head into her, but after a brief struggle, he
pushed it in.  She cried out as the bulbous head penetrated her for the
first time.

   He went slow at first, softly rocking back and forth, pushing in a
little deeper after every few strokes.  Her fists clutched the sheets and
her eyes were screwed tightly closed.  Gradually his thrusts increased in
depth and intensity while her grunts and moans did the same.  I couldn't
believe what I was watching, my own personal porno featuring my own
personal whore.  She didn't respond much as he fucked her, but she was only
there for his pleasure so it didn't really matter.

   After about 10 minutes of steady thrusting, he stiffened and came inside
her.  It took him a little time to recover and turn over onto the bed next
to her.  Both were panting like tired dogs.  For the first time I looked at
the time and noticed he'd been with her just about an hour and it was time
for him to leave.

   "Com'er sweetheart and suck my cock clean," he said pulling her head off
the pillow.  She moved lower and took his wet cock inside of her mouth.  My
cock didn't go down once the entire time he fucked her and I was about to
explode.  "Can I fuck `er again?" he asked looking my way.

   "I dunno, it's been an hour." I was hoping he'd leave soon as I couldn't
wait to fuck her myself.

   "How much to fuck `er again?" I looked at him before returning my stare
at Charlotte and from her position; I could see her little clam showing
between the checks of her ass with a little glob of cum dripped down to the
bed.  Damn that's hot!

   "100 for another hour," I said hoping it would be too much for him and
he'd leave.  Reaching for his wallet, he fished out two fifties and dropped
them on the floor before rolling back over onto Charlotte.  She squeaked
like a trapped mouse as his cock sank back into her immature vagina.

   He didn't last the full hour and was gone within forty minutes.  She lay
sprawled out on the bed like a frog waiting for dissecting and I was about
to split her with my scalpel.  Shedding my clothes, I crawled on top of her
and sank my swollen cock deep into her slimy, hot pussy.  It was red and
swollen from his intense second round and she felt so good I busted a nut
right away and kept on fucking.  Fifteen minutes later I came again,
pumping a fourth load of cum into her within two hours.  Damn she's going
to be some little slut.

   During the ride home I had her suck me and once at home, I had to fuck
her once again.  It was just so fucking hot pimping her out in some
indiscriminate encounter that I couldn't help it.  She took a shower and
went to bed early that night.  After Angie got home, I was still horny but
didn't really want to fuck her tired old pussy so I faked a headache and
waited for her to fall asleep.  Afterward I sneaked into Charlotte's room
and fucked her once more.

   That became my new hobby, finding strangers to fuck her.  The next guy
was black with a long, skinny cock and paid $140 for an hour.  The next two
were Mexican paying $150 each followed by another white guy for $175.  She
cooperated fully and allowed them to use her like a slut without
complaining.  Even when one of the Mexican men got extra rough with her she
took it like a good little whore.

   After each encounter I told her the men gave me money to fuck her so
that made her a whore.  I'm not sure if her undeveloped mind comprehended
what that meant, but it was useful knowledge for the future.  It was about
this time that I finally got to fuck her in the ass.  I'd been fingering
her long enough and could even get a good sized carrot back there, but her
real test was my cock.  She couldn't sit down for over a day after that
first time.

   Her school work began to suffer and she became withdrawn, but who the
fuck cares, whores don' need an education and it was better for me if she
didn't have a lot of friends, the less people to interfere the better.  It
was after school that the next major event happened.  She was in the fourth
grade and her school was located adjacent to the high school.  The schools
shared a baseball field and kids could cut across the campuses without
difficulty.  My problem was that I'd have to fight the traffic to pick her
up after school so I had her meet me at the Circle K on the corner.  She'd
have to walk in front of the high school to meet me.

   I saw her walking towards me and two older boys came from the school and
got behind her.  I didn't know what they were saying, but it was apparent
that she didn't like it.  The bigger of the two got behind her and kicked
her foot causing her to trip and fall, spilling her books everywhere.  They
laughed and kept walking right past my car.  I wanted to get out and punch
the shit out of both of them, but I suddenly had a better idea.

   "What was that all `bout?" I asked as she closed the door.

   "Nothing.  They're just being mean."

   "What did they say to you?"

   "They called me a Jap and told me to go back where I belong.  I'm not a
Jap am I?  She asked not even sure what that was.

   "No, honey, you're Vietnamese.  Jap girls aren't as slutty as Vietnamese
girls," I threw in for good measure.  We drove home and I fucked her hard
hatching a plan to make that encounter work in my favor.

   "You know why they're being like that to you, don't you?" I asked
passing the high school the next morning to drop them off at school.  She
shook her head.  "It's because they like you."

   "Huh?  If they like me why are they being mean to me?"

   "'Cause they're boys and boys are dumb and don't know how to tell a girl
they like them.  If you want them to stop being mean, then you gotta be
extra nice to them."

   "I wasn't mean to them, they started it."

   "I know, honey, but it's up to you to fix it or it will get worse.  A
lot worse." She said quite until I dropped them off.  I gave her something
to think about and I wanted her to reach the solution I had in mind all by
herself.

   Adam was in kindergarten so either Angie or I picked him up at lunch
time.  She usually worked the 3 to 11 shift and I worked part-time
something other than that, usually during the weekends.  This was the
perfect arrangement for me to spend lots of time alone with Charlotte. 
Even though she didn't like anal sex, she got fucked back there at least
twice a week, just to keep her opened.

   After school I watched as she made her trek towards me passing the high
school.  The two boys were standing near the school marquee talking and
approached her once they saw her walking past them.  Words were exchanged,
some laughter and once again Charlotte was face down on the sidewalk trying
to get up.  They punched each other a few times laughing and left her lying
there.

   "So did you think of a way to make the boys stop being mean to you?" I
asked as she buckled her seat belt.  She sat quietly looking down at the
hem of her skirt and fingering it.  "Well?" She shook her head.  "There's
only one way to make them stop being mean to you and make them like you," I
said turning her face towards me.  "Do you know what I mean?"

   She stared at me with a blank expression as if I just asked her to
explain Einstein's Theory of Relativity or something.  "Think about it. 
What can you do to a guy that will make him like you?" Still nothing. 
Damnit.  She's not thinking like a whore.  Slowly I brought my hand to her
face and pushed my thumb into her mouth, slowly sliding it in and out.  It
took a few seconds for it to register, but her eyes suddenly widened.

   "I can't do that!" she almost yelled pulling back away from my hand.

   "Why not?  It's not like you haven't done it hundreds of times before."

   "'Cause I don't even know them."

   "You didn't know those guys we met on the internet and you sucked each
of them."

   "That's different."

   "How is that different?"

   "'Cause you got them and you told me to do it."

   "It's no different.  They're guys, they have cocks and you're a whore.
Deal with it.  Tomorrow I want you to go to them and tell them if they stop
being mean to you that you'll give them blow jobs.  That's the only way to
make them stop, understand?" She was quite on the trip home but soon was
making gurgling noises as I reamed her ass hard.

   I couldn't hear what was being said as the two boys came up behind her
and she turned around but the look on their faces was priceless.  She was
actually doing it!  My eyes followed the three of them until they
disappeared around the side of the building.  My heart pounded in my throat
and my cock throbbed in my pants with anticipation of what was happening.
It was 18 long minutes before she emerged and headed towards the car.  My
breathing quickened and I had to readjust my cock to keep it from hurting.

   "Did you do it?" I asked even before the door closed.  She nodded, not
looking at me.  "Let me see," I said turning her to face me.  "Open your
mouth." Although it was clean, there was a tendril of something stuck from
a tooth in the back to the tooth below it.  It was cum residue.  Leaning
closer I kissed her, sticking my tongue inside her mouth as far as I could
and smiled as I tasted the cum left behind.  She actually sucked them off!

   That was only the beginning.  Being typical boys, they began to talk
about the little Jap girl sucking their cocks and soon other boys were
joining in.  By the end of the second week, nine boys were getting blow
jobs from her every day after school.  It was killing me not being able to
watch so I scoped out the grounds looking for the perfect advantage point
to see.  Surprisingly it was at the very back of the Circle K parking lot
behind the dumpster.  By standing on two milk creates, I could see over the
brick wall and through the bougainvillea behind a small storage shed. 
There was about three feet of space between the wall and the shed, plenty
of room to get a few guys.

   About the same time the high school had an open house and parents were
invited.  Normally they don't allow anyone on the school grounds without
first checking into the office, but this time, anyone could be there.  I
went and visited every boy's bathroom I found and wrote a simple message in
each stall and over every urinal.  Either "Charlotte Vo is a ho", or "For a
good time find Charlotte Vo" was scrawled out with a permanent marker.  I
figured at the very least it would get them talking about her.

   I smiled as I wrote a message for about the twentieth time.  If she ever
makes it to high school, her reputation is going to be trashed before she
even starts.  We left the building and I guided her to the small shed near
the wall.  "This is where I want you to start taking the boys you suck off,
okay?" I said taking her around the back.  The ground was wet and muddy as
no grass could grow there.  This will be perfect for a dirty whore.

   The very next day I stood perched at my spot waiting anxiously for her
to show up with the boys.  She knew this was something she had to do, not
just because I told her she had to, but in order for them to like her and
stop being mean.  "Once you start it, you can't stop," I said before.  It
took several long minutes before I first heard voices and then little
Charlotte appeared with a line of boys following.  My cock surged.

   There were too many to fit at one time behind the shed so the first five
gathered around her to a chorus of zippers opening up.  She was on her
knees, kneeling on the dirty ground waiting for the first one to step
forward.  She didn't have to wait long.  My view was blocked most of the
time but I knew she was sucking cock after cock.  As soon as one came, he
moved away and a boy from the sideline stepped forward waiting for his
turn. That first day I watched as she sucked off eleven teenage boys.  I
couldn't wait to get her home.

   A few weeks past with me watching her after school blow job sessions and
it was taking longer and longer as word spread quickly throughout the
school.  She got out of school at 2:45 and the high school got out at 2:35
and some days we weren't getting home until after 5.  I didn't mind waiting
so much as she was getting a lot of practice.  Now it was time for the next
stage.

   "You're gunna have to start giving them pussy," I said on the way to
school.

   "WHAT!?" She almost yelled startling her little brother in the backseat.

   "There's getting to be too many for just blow jobs and you mouth is
getting tired and sore.  It's no big deal.  It's not like you're not
fucking anyway.  What's one or two more cocks?"

   "Andy, I...  I can't do that."

   "Yes you can and you will.  I'll throw a blanket over the wall before
you get there so you won't get your clothes too dirty.  In fact take them
off so you're mom won't know your fucking around." I pulled into the drop
off circle and she sat there stunned.  "Here, just before you leave school
put this in your pussy."

   She looked at the foiled cylinder before taking it from my fingers. 
"What is it?"

   "It's a vaginal lubricating suppository to make you wet.  You'll need it
to start." I smiled, watching as she headed off to school, stuffing the
suppository into her back pocket.  This is going to be a great day!

   End of Part 1

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