_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Ice Cream Girl (Mg, oral, prost, ped) by wetfly6969 A young girl living in a bad neighborhood ventures outside and encounters a prostitute who discovers that the girl has a marketable asset. ~~~~~~~~ "Daddy, what's that lady doing out there?" "Emma, what have I told you about standing at that window. Get away from there right now!" her father shouted from the door way. "I'm just looking," she said continuing her stare outside. "What is the lady doing?" "She's no lady," he replied walking over to pull her away from the plate glass window. "She looks like a lady," she replied turning toward him. "Why is she standing there?" Alan knew she wouldn't drop it until he gave her an answer. She's at the age where her inquiring mind demanded resolution. He looked out at the scantily dressed woman, hardly out of her teens waving to the passing cars. "She's, uh, waiting for her friend to pick her up," he said ushering the girl back to the sofa. "Now watch TV like a good little girl," he added leaning over to kiss her forehead. She smiled and hugged his neck. Alan returned to his room, dressing for work while Emma flipped to another channel, often looking at the window to the world her father refuses to allow her to see. It's been three months since they moved here and he never allows her outside without him. It's too dangerous, he always tells her. "Mark," Alan called out opening the door to his son's room. "I'm going to work now, keep an eye on your sister," he spoke to deaf ears. "And turn that music down; we can't have the neighbors complaining again!" "But Dad, it's barely on. I can hardly hear it now!" he called out over the music. "Just do it! Why don't you ever use those headphones I got you for Christmas? They're wireless and you can walk all around with them." "They look dorky." "Who's going to see? You're home alone. Either turn the music down, or use the headphones. Period!" "Whatever," he mumbled reaching to the side of his bed. Alan shook his head. Teenagers. Why are they all so rebellious? Slipping the headphones on, he closed his eyes and continued playing the air guitar, ignoring the man still standing at his doorway. Shutting the door, he knew he had to hurry or risk being late for work. He had 20 minutes to get there and it took about five minutes to walk to the bus stop. Entering the living room, he saw his young daughter once again at the window. "What did I just tell you, young lady?" he asked rushing to her. He didn't want to frighten her with all the details of living in the crime-ridden neighborhood, but she's got to learn she can't be near the windows with the gang shoot outs which happen all the time. "Daddy, her friend is here," she said turning to smile at him. Standing behind her he glanced outside to see the young whore getting into the front seat of a dark green car. "Good, now you see, she's gone so there's nothing else to watch except Sponge Bob," he said sweeping her off her feet, tickling her stomach and dropping her on to the sofa. "Stay put and listen to your brother, okay?" he added kissing her again. She watched as he hurried out and ran to the window to watch him walking down the street. She waved as he turned to see her but frowned when he motioned for her to move away from the window. Going into the kitchen, she noticed he had forgotten his lunch bag and knew that he'd be hungry and rushed out after him. The bus had just left and she wasn't able to give it to him. Slowly she walked home, seeing all the strange people watching her. One man, her Daddy calls a bum, called out to her. "You gunna eat that?" he asked staring at the paper bag clutched in her hand. Looking at it and then to him she smiled, handing him the sandwich. She never saw anyone eating so fast before and he made weird sounds while he ate. She smiled thinking it was funny before heading back home. Turning the corner she noticed the green car parked right in front of their apartment and the lady was getting out. "What's your name?" Emma asked looking up at the tall woman adjusting her short dress. "Rachael, why?" "My name's Emma," she said smiling up at her. "You're very pretty." "Why thank you, Emma, you're very pretty too," she replied glancing around for another customer and afraid this little girl would keep them away. "I'll bet your Mommy's very worried about you," she told her waving as an older model pickup across the street blew his horn. "I don't have a mommy," she said sorrowfully looking down. "Maybe you can be my Mommy!" she stated perking up. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your Mom, but I don't think I can be your mommy," she said watching as the truck made a U turn and slowly approached. She's got to get rid of this kid before she loses a date. "Your Daddy's probably worried. You should go home." "I am home. I live right there," she said pointing at the building with the tall steps. "'Sides, my Daddy's not home. He went to work." The truck kept moving, much to the despair of Rachael. She sighed. "Was that your friend?" Emma asked watching the truck leaving. "Huh?" "My Daddy said you're waiting for you friend to pick you up. That's why you stand here." "Oh, I see. Well, I guess you can say that. But my friend won't stop if you're standing with me so you're gunna have to leave now, okay?" Before she could reply, a dark blue sedan pulled up next to the curb and lowered his window. "How much?" the driver asked bending down to see the taller woman. She stooped down, leaning against the car. "Forty for a blow job." "What if I want more?" "I only do bjs. Nothing else." "What about the kid?" "What? What did you ask?" "What's the price for the kid? She's working too, right?" Rachael looked down at the bubbly little girl still staring up at her in admiration. "I, um, I'm not..." "I'll pay you double for the kid. Just a blow job, nothing else." "Eighty dollars?" Rachael stood and looked down at the small girl. She was young, but there's no reason why she couldn't suck a cock. It's not like he's going to hurt her and she'll be right there to prevent something like that. It *IS* $80. Sometimes it takes an hour or more for her to make that. "What do you say? Just a little suck job and I'll pay you $80." "Lemme see the money first," she said turning her attention back to the man, watching as he pulled several bills from his pocket. Satisfied he could pay, she stooped over to be face to face with the child. "You like ice cream?" she asked watching the girl's face light up. What kid didn't? "I *love* ice cream," she replied putting emphasis on it. "How about I take you to get some ice cream?" Her head nodded rapidly, excited about the prospect. "First I want you to do something for me and my friend," she said turning toward the man sitting in the car. "What do I have to do?" "I'll show you everything. It'll be fun, you'll see," she added opening the car door and steering the girl inside. *** "GOD DAMN IT!" the man shouted pulling the dazed girl's head from his lap. "Fuckin' little whore got cum all over the front of my pants!" Emma was scared by the man's sudden outburst and sat up, cum still dripping down the side of her mouth. "Watch your fuckin' mouth," Rachael yelled back looking at the young girl cowering against the opposite door. "It's her first time!" "I don't care. I didn't just pay $80 to have some stupid whore drool sperm all over me!" he said looking around for something to clean himself with. "No, you paid $80 to have a young girl suck your dick. The cum is extra!" she replied standing. She had been kneeling at his opened door, holding his cock with one hand and guiding her speed and depth with the other. The jerk reclined his seat while little Emma was leaning over his lap next to him, sucking until she got the unexpected mouthful. That's something Rachael didn't warn her about. Maybe she should have. Walking around to the passenger side, she opened the door and helped the confused young girl out. They were only a block away and would walk. Slamming the door, the jerk started his car and backed out, throwing loose gravel as he left. "Asshole!" she shouted watching him leave. "I'm sorry about that, Honey," she said stooping down to wipe the cum from her chin. "I should have warned you about that." "Why did he pee in my mouth?" "He didn't pee, Honey. It's called cum and you're supposed to swallow it." "SWALLOW IT!?! Why?" "Because you're supposed to. It makes you grow up tall and pretty." "Like you?" "Yea, just like me. But you've got to learn to swallow it." "It tastes funny. Like medicine." "In a way it's just like medicine and you know medicine is good for you, right? It might taste bad, but it's for your own good." "I don't like the taste." "You'll get used to it, trust me." The two hugged and headed for the entrance of the alley. "Can we get ice cream now?" Emma asked. Rachael smiled. "Sure we can. I think you've earned it." Turning the corner she noticed the pickup parked a few spaces away with a Spanish-looking man behind the wheel smiling. His windows were down and they could hear the Mariachi music playing. "Hello Ladies," the man called out as they approached. Rachael smiled, going to the opened passenger window. "Are you working?" he asked grinning so wide his gums were showing. "Maybe," she said not sure about this guy. "How much for a fuck and suck?" "I only do suck and it's $40." The man waited several long seconds before looking at Emma and smiling. "She only sucks to and it's $80." "EIGHTY? What does she have a golden mouth or something?" "She really young. Do you want it or not?" "I only got $60. Can you both suck me for $60?" She looked down at the bewildered young girl smiling. "What do you say we get a double scoop?" she asked. Emma glanced up, a smile creased her face. "Pulling in there," she motioned with her hand. "We'll meet you there." The pair watched as the old truck disappeared around the corner. "Sweetie, you've got to remember to swallow this time, okay? You don't want to make him mad." The girl flinched at the thought. "Remember, it's like medicine." She gave a slight smile to the older woman and followed her into the alley. The door was opened, Rachael again was kneeling outside, leaning into the truck massaging the man's balls and stroking the part of his cock that wasn't in Emma's mouth. His hand was on the back of her head trying to force his cock further into her mouth while she sucked. Rachael's hand wouldn't allow it to go very deep but kept hearing the girl gagging every few seconds. "OH FUCK!" the man cried out. "I'm about to cummmmmmm!" "Time for your medicine," she leaned over to whisper into Emma's ear. Seconds later she felt the man's cock twitching within her palm, filling the girl's mouth with juice. Rachael smiled hearing the girl's gulping as she struggled to clear her throat of the slime. No one moved for several long minutes and Rachael felt the shaft growing ever softer until it flopped from Emma's mouth and drooped over her index finger. The girl sat up, looking disorientated but managed to swallow everything that he shot into her mouth. "Damn that was hot," the man said tucking his flaccid rod back into his pants. "Come on, Emma," Rachael said brushing her knees off. "Let's get some ice cream." The couple walked across the street to the corner where the ice cream shop was. "I get all my ice cream here for free," she said winking. "For free? How?" "I know the owner very well," she said smiling. The clinging bell above the doorway startled her as they entered and she looked up to watch it swinging until stopping. "Hi, Abdul," she said sashaying toward the counter. "Hello, Rachael," he replied giving a yellowed grin. "Who's your little friend?" he asked noticing the dirty blond young girl standing next to her. "This is Emma and she's earned a double scoop of ice cream." "Earned a double scoop, huh? What did you do to earn that?" he asked being friendly leaning over the counter to see the small child. "I drank that stuff, what's it called again?" she asked looking up at her new friend. "It's your medicine, remember?" "No not that word. The other word. Cum, right?" The older Indian man quickly looked at Rachael and then down to the small child. "How old are you, little girl?" he asked. Smiling she held up five fingers and waved her hand back and forth. "FIVE? You're five-years-old?" Looking at the whore who has sucked his cock more times than he can remember he was stunned by what he learned. "You're not making this little girl suck, uh, do what you do, are you?" "She wanted to. Even asked for it." "What? Are you serious?" His gaze returned to the little girl standing on the other side of the counter. "Do you like doing, um, what you did?" Emma looked up at Rachael. "Of course she does. She loves it. That's why we're here, to get her reward for doing such a good job, isn't it Honey?" The girl nodded. "See, I told you." "H...how much does she charge for this?" Rachael smiled. "Normally $80, but since you're such a good customer and you give me free ice cream, she'll do it for $60." Abdul could not believe this. A very young girl was offering to suck his cock for $60. Well, it wasn't the girl offering, but she wasn't objecting. Hitting a key on the register, the drawer shot open and he removed three-twenty dollar bills, handing them to Rachael. "Go with my friend into the back. He'll show you something and you do what you did to the other two men, okay, Sweetie?" She nodded. "Then we'll eat ice cream." "A double scoop, remember?" "Yea, a double scoop," she replied winking at the shopkeeper watching as he locked the door and turned the closed sign around. **** Waiting seemed to be the hardest and Rachael went behind the counter to make herself an ice cream cone. She was almost finished eating it when they returned from the back room. "She needs to practice," he grumbled going to unlock the door. Rachael looked at the girl, her eyes watery, her face red and splashes of sperm on the front of her shirt. "It's only her first day," she said popping the last of her cone into her mouth. "She'll get better." "So you plan on using her again?" he asked adding the second scoop of chocolate onto the first smiling at how the young girl's face lit up. "Fuck yea. I made $200 in about an hour off of her. That's half of what I make on a good day when I'm out for hours. At this rate I'll be getting my operation a lot sooner than I thought." "Operation?" Emma asked sitting at the table opposite of her. "Why do you need a operation?" "I need to correct a problem, that's all." "Are you going to die?" "Yea, I think I'll just die if I don't have it." "That's how my mommy died. She had an operation." "Sorry to hear that, kid," she said reaching over to wipe the chocolate from her mouth. "My mommy used to do that too," she said with a frown. "I bet my Daddy would like you, why don't you come to my house so you can meet him?" "I thought you said he was working." "Oh, yea. I forgot. But my brother is home!" "How old is your brother?" "Fourteen." She smiled. He's just a few years younger than her. "Is he cute?" she asked just wondering. "EEEEEEeeewwwwwwwww, no, he's too mean." "Brothers can be cute and mean, you know." "I dunno. Maybe I guess. He stays mostly in his room." "Well, I need to get you home before he starts worrying about you so hurry up and finish that cone." She nodded before crunching on it. "You know, Emma, you can't tell anyone about this, okay? This has to be our little secret. If anyone finds out about it, you'll never have ice cream ever again, okay?" Emma looked at her melting cone dripping chocolate down her hands and nodded. She loved ice cream and didn't want to risk never getting it again. Abdul watched from behind the counter as the young girl's tongue slowly racked across the dark ice cream, making him think of her doing that to his cock. She's young but has a lot of potential. He felt his cock flex as she enveloped the end with her lips and slowly pulled it out, creating a peak. He sighed wishing it was his cock she was doing that to. "Hey Rachael," Abdul called out as they were leaving. "Will you be back again tomorrow?" She looked at the older, dark-skinned man and nodded. He's never asked her to return two days in a row. "Will she be with you?" he asked smiling at the girl. She looked down at her and then back. "Do you want her back?" "Yes, very much. And I was wondering. If I had someone else here, would she be able to do both of us for $100?" Smiling she returned her stare to the innocent young child she recently met and nodded. "Yea, I think we can work out a discount for you and your friends." Leaving, both smiled at how fortunate they were to have found the young girl. ~ end of part 1 ----> Here's a link to my other stories... /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/