_________________________________________ 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, Part 6 (Mg, oral, blkml, prost, toy) by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~~~~~~ "You're making the right decision, Alan," she said gloating as she stooped next to him sitting on the floor. "She's already lost her mother, you don't want her to lose her father too, do you?" she added patting his shoulder. Pushing her hand away, he stood. "Don't ever touch me again, whore," he growled heading for the kitchen for a drink. It was early in the day and he normally didn't drink before going to work, but today he'll make an exception. He needs something to calm his nerves. She followed watching as he filled a shot glass with the amber whiskey before downing it in one gulp. He shook from the bitter taste before slamming the glass down to refill it. This one took two swallows before it was gone. "You'd better take it easy on that stuff," she said watching as he filled it for a third time. "Like I said before, all I need for you to do is stay outta my way. Don't interfere or question what I do and *NEVER* tell her not to do something I want her to do. You do that, and no one will ever see those pictures. If you don't, you'll be in prison so fast your head will spin." "You better not hurt her or I *WILL* come looking for you." "Hurt her? Are you kidding? Why would I do that? She's my bread and butter right now and I wouldn't dream of hurting her. Besides, if she's injured, she can't do, uh, things." "And exactly what *things* are you expecting her to do?" "Just to be nice to some of my friends, that's all. And I'll be there to make sure she doesn't get hurt." He grimaced at her before downing another shot. "Why her? Why do you want to do this to a five-year-old girl?" "Hey, I didn't go after her, she came to me so don't try to put this shit on me. It's her fault, not mine!" "HER FAULT? She's a little girl damn it. You're manipulating her and making her do terrible things." "She'll survive. Once I get what I need, you can have her back." "And what exactly do you *need*?" "I need to have a surgery done that will cost about $25,000. I have almost $3000 saved up already, I just need help getting the rest." "That's what this is all about? An operation? You're going to abuse my little girl so that you can have an operation? What kind of operation do you need anyway?" "That's not important. Just know that after the surgery I'll still need her a while to pay for counseling, prescriptions drugs, hair removal and of course I want bigger tits and a nose job," she added smiling. The muscles in his jaw tightened. "Finish your drink so that we can go talk to Emma." "What if I say no? I still haven't decided to go along with this." "If you don't I'll have the pictures sent to the police department and you'll be arrested within an hour." "I could always kill your skanky ass and dump your body in a trash bin, where it belongs." "I have a partner and if he doesn't hear from me soon, he'll send the pictures to the police. So either way, you'll be in jail and Emma will be without both parents." He stared at the teen-whore trying to gauge if she was telling the truth or not. It wasn't worth the risk if he was wrong. "Come on, Emma's waiting," she said turning to leave. He watched her heading toward the bedrooms and knew he should follow. He didn't want her in his home, let alone left by herself with Emma. The young girl was curled up in the corner of the room, clutching her teddy bear and sucking her thumb. "Hi, Sweetie," Rachael said stooping down to see her. The girl pulled away as she reached for her. "Don't be like that, Honey, I'm here to help you." "My Daddy told me I can't talk to you no more," she said moving closer to the wall. "He was just joking," she said turning to see her father standing over them. "You were just joking, right, Alan?" she asked gazing up at him. He looked at Rachael with hatred and then to his innocent little girl about to be thrown to the wolves because of this manipulative whore. He should throw her out, order her to never return or better yet, call the police and hope for the best. That's what he should do, but the prospect of going to prison and never seeing his kids again was too much. "Yea, Honey, Daddy was just joking. You can talk to Rachael and do what she wants you to do." "*EVERYTHING*," Rachael emphasized to his dismay. She knew he was beaten when he lowered his head, nodding. "Yea, everything," he whispered. Rachael smiled. "We need some girl time alone now," she said standing and lacing her arm through his. He pulled away, looking at her ready to punch her again. She's too much! Guiding him to the door she gave him a nudge on the back. He turned to face her. "So help me God, if you hurt her..." She shut the door, locking it. "Okay, Emma, it's time to play," she said helping the young girl up. "Do you like presents? I bought you something," she said reaching into her purse. "A present?! She asked excitedly. "For me?" "Sure, but first we need to take your clothes off." "Why?" "So you can get your present, silly." The girl was stripped and sitting on the bed as Rachael approached holding the strange looking thing and a small bottle of water. "What's that?" she asked eying the black device. "It's a butt plug, it goes in your butt." "IN MY BUTT? Eeeeeeww, that's gross. Poo-poo is in there." "Yea, but its okay. Here, let me show you how it works." Having Emma kneel on the bed away from her, she rubbed some lubrication on the crack of her ass, slipping a finger inside her little rose bud every once in a while. She'd grunt and move away each time her finger sank in. Smearing a generous amount of lube on the plug, she brought it to the girl's small crinkled hole. "This will hurt a little at first, but you'll get used to it," she said pushing the bullet-shaped end against her hole. Emma fell forward onto the bed. "Owwwie," she muttered trying to turn over. "That hurt, Rachael." "I know, Emma, but keep still. This is something you need to do for me, okay?" "It hurts." "Do you want me to tell your daddy that you're not doing what I tell you? I'm sure he'll punish you!" she scolded. Helping to raise her hips, she brought her hips up once again, aiming the pointed object once again between her check. It wasn't very big, but for a five-year-old girl, it must have been seemed huge. She squirmed, twisting and turning to get away from the probing object. She let out a muffled cry as the pointed tip entered her small ass. "It hurts," She whimpered as Rachael held her tighter, pushing it harder against her. By the time she got it fully immersed, she was shaking and crying as it stretched her small anal opening more than it had ever been before. "Take it out, please," she begged, falling face first onto the bed. Her hole burned, ached and was throbbing. "It hurts, Rachael, please take it out." "Stop your complaining, you'll get used to it soon enough!" Her body was straight, her butt checks distorted around the base of the plug as the large black bottom looked more like a giant hole than the rubbery end of a butt plug. "Turn over," she instructed watching the sobbing girl struggle to roll over. Reaching down, she turned her over making her wince from pain. "Sit up," came the next order and she whimpered as the pain from sitting on the plug was nearly unbearable. Wiping the girl's eyes, she stooped down to look her in the eyes. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" she asked kissing her forehead before standing. "Emma, I have a secret I want to tell you and you can't tell anyone else, okay?" The pained look on her face told her she probably wouldn't remember the secret anyway. "Do you know what a surrogate is?" she asked the distracted girl. She shook her head; more concerned over the pain in her ass that listening to her older friend. "A surrogate is someone who lets someone do something to them `cause they can't so it themselves." Confused over what Rachael was saying, she stared upward with a blank expression. "Let me explain. If a woman wanted a baby and couldn't have one, she could get someone else to have the baby for her. That's a surrogate. Understand now?" She nodded even though she didn't. "I want to show you my secret now," she said standing in front of the girl. Slowly she pulled her skirt down, showing of the silky panties she wore. Those came off next and Emma stared at the funny looking thing between her legs. "Remember you said before that girls have innies and boys have outies and that's how you know who's a boy or a girl?" She nodded. "Sometimes girls are born with outies and they need to have them taken off so that they can be girls. That's what happened to me. I was born a girl but I have an outie." Emma's eyes never broke from the fleshy thing between Rachael's legs. "Let me show you, okay?" Watching, Emma's eyes widened as she reached behind her, pulling on a string and releasing a large, red ball on a string from her butt hole. She watched as it slowly swung back and forth. "Wh...what is that?" she asked amazed by what she was looking at. "It's an outie," "But you're a girl. Why do you have an outie?" "I just told you. I was born with one. That's why I need the operation." "Oh." "Now that's where you come in as my surrogate." "A sara gate?" "Uh, not really, but close enough. You see, men like to put their outies inside girl's innies and in their butts." "Eeewwwww," "Just listen, Emma. I need you to do that for me `cause I can't do it right now. You understand, right?" Her eyes never left the swaying thing between Rachael's legs. It looked funny and was stretched and looked grayish. "Are you listening?" she asked snapping her fingers before her face. She nodded taking her eyes off of the cocklet for only a second. "How's your butt? Feeling better?" "It don't hurt a lot no more, but it don't feel good." "That's okay, you'll learn to love having things in you butt just like me," she said kissing her mouth. "Now, get dressed so that we can go clothes shopping for you. I don't like any of the silly little-girl things your daddy buys. You need more grownup clothes." "Can I take this out of my butt?" "No, you need to leave it in there so you'll be ready for later." "Ready? For what?" "You'll see soon enough, now let's get moving, you've got a big day ahead of you." It was comical watching the young girl waddling as she walked, shifting her ass from side to side trying to make the awkward-feeling plug a little less painful. Rachael kept a fast pace, pulling the girl by the wrist behind her trying to hurry her along to the Good Will store. Shopped there for over an hour, they picked out six nice, slutty outfits that looked really nice on her petite frame. She approached the counter. "Is Grant here?" she asked the sales girl. "Yea, he's in the office. Do you want me to get him for you?" "No, that's okay; I know where the office is. I'll find him," she said turning and dragging Emma along behind her. "I'll be right back for those, don't put them away!" she called out over her shoulder. "Grant?" she called though the door after softely knocking. She heard movement and the door suddenly flew open. "Uh, what are you doing here?" he whispered, sticking his head out of the office to see if anyone noticed him talking to her. "I want you to meet my friend, Emma," she said pushing the smaller girl in front of her. "Emma, this is Mr. Grant." "Hi Emma," he said quickly looking at the child and then back to Rachael. "What is it you want?" "I want to make a trade, like before. Some clothes for a blow job." "I already told you that I can't. We're audited and I can't have missing merchandise." "Then how `bout you pay me for it and I'll buy the clothes? You come out ahead both ways, right?" He glanced downward at the puzzled girl then back to Rachael. "Should you be talking about that in front of her?" he asked making a motion with his head toward Emma. Rachael smiled. "She's the one who will do it. The clothes are for her so she should earn them, right?" The man's brows went up. "You can't be serious," he said looking down at the young girl, staring at her for a much longer time. "She loves sucking, don't you Emma?" she asked giving the girl a soft bump in the back. She slowly nodded, not sure how she should answer but knew that Rachael wanted her to agree with her. "How much are the clothes?" "I'm not sure. Six shirts, three shorts, three skirts and a pair of boots. How much do you think it will be?" "No socks or underwear?" "She don't wear panties," she stated casually. "I don't know, she's very young. How old are you, Honey?" he asked bending over to see her closer. She held out her hand full of fingers. "That's it? Five? You're five-years-old?" She nodded and he looked up at Rachael with a frown. "You're making a five-year-old girl give blow jobs?" "I'm not making her do shit. She wants to. Hell, she even blows her old man's cock!" she blurted out making Grant nervous from her volume. "Just ask her if she sucks her daddy's cock. She'll tell you." Still leaning over, he looked her in the eyes. "Is that true? You su... uh, do that to your daddy?" She nodded remembering what she had done last night. He looked up at the whore and back to the girl. "Thirty dollars," he blurted out looking around to make sure no one was listening to the conversation. "What if it costs more than that?" "If it is, it shouldn't be much. I'll give you $40 but that's it." Rachael smiled, pushing the girl into the small office. *** "Can I have something to drink?" she asked Rachael as they left the building. The price of the clothes totaled just over $36 dollars and she kept the change. "How `bout some ice cream? I think you've earned it," she said patting her small butt. Emma smiled but couldn't get the sour taste of the man's cum from her mouth. He made her do all the work and it made her very thirsty and when he came, he pushed it very far into her mouth and made her choke. She didn't like that but Rachael told him he could do that. "Abdul, you here?" she called out over the ring bell from the door. "I'll be right out," he called out from the small room. Rachael pushed her toward the table and went around the counter to get a cup for water. Abdul came out just as she was filling the cup. "What can I do for you?" he asked not sure he liked the whore behind the counter when he wasn't out there. "I brought my little friend," she said jerking her head toward Emma with a smile. He returned the smile and went around the counter, stooping over to be eye level. "Hello, little girl," he said grinning at her. "You look very pretty today," he added leaning forward to kiss her mouth. Her lips had a salty-bleachy taste that he recognized and he smiled. "Looks like you've been a bad little girl, haven't you?" he asked grinning. "I've got a question for you," Rachael called out from behind the counter. He kept looking at Emma just a few inches away. "Do you think your friends will pay more if she does more?" Not sure what she meant, he stood and joined her around the back of the counter. "What do you mean?" "She wants to take it in the ass, you know a cock and since she's never done it before, I thought maybe one of your friends would want to be the first." His eyebrows rose. "Are you serious? Anal sex? How much? Here's your ice cream, Honey," he said extending his hand with the cone. She gave it a lot of thought, and figured $200 was a good price. Not too high or too low. "$200 to be her first?" he repeated looking over at the sweet little thing licking on the ice cream. "How much after that? Like numbers two and three? I'm sure it will be less because she wouldn't be a virgin after that, right?" That was something she hadn't considered. It is true her value would drop after the first one, but how much? "Maybe $150?" she made it into a question. "I might work something out; you know get a few guys together, ask around, but no promises. And if I can, do I get the same deal for her ass? Free fuck when I find her paying customers?" Rachael glanced over at the girl slurping on the chocolate cone. "Yea, sure, why not?" "Great. I'll make something happen. What time?" Looking at the clock she smiled. It wasn't even 2 o'clock yet and she had the whole afternoon to spend with her. "We'll be back here about 4 or 5. Have a few guys ready. She'll suck them off too." "Okay, sounds good. I'll get the word out about her." "Come on, Emma, let's go to my house. I want you to try on your clothes and we need to get you ready for tonight. And the best thing is I want you to meet my daddy!" Taking her by the hand, she guided her from the parlor. *** "Daddy, I'm home," she called out opening the door expecting to see him sitting in his chair but was disappointed to see it empty. Pulling Emma into the grubby apartment, she closed the door and called again. "I'm in the bathroom!" he called back from the back. "Come on, let's meet my daddy," she said pulling her as she walked to join him. "Who's this?" he asked seeing the small girl practically behind his daughter, peeking around her waist. "This is my surprise, Daddy. I brought her home to meet you," she said pulling her into the bathroom. He was sitting on the toilet, his pants around his ankles but unconcerned about the strange girl being in there with him. "Go say `hi' she urged giving her a firm push. "What's your name, sweetie?" he asked extending his arms for a hug. She stayed still, not moving until Rachael bumped her again. "Emma," she mumbled looking down at the floor between her feet. "It's nice to meet you, Emma," he said drawing her to him for a hug. Looking up to Rachael he furrowed his brow. "Why a girl? You know I only like boys." "Well, you said you've never fucked a girl before, I just thought you'd want to." "My God, Rachael, you brought a little girl here for that?" "Not just that. We bought her some clothes and we're going to try them on and I need to clean her out for later." "Clean her out for later?" "Yea, she's got a date later to take her cherry little ass." "Rachael! You've got to be careful. What if she tells her mother and father? The cops will come looking for you." "Her momma's dead and her father won't be a problem, besides, they don't know where we live." "Still, it's risky." "Okay, if you don't want any..." "I didn't say that. I just said it was risky." "Isn't it you who always says, the higher the risk, the higher the pay off?" He smiled at how she was able to turn that around on him. "Why don't you two girls give me some privacy to clean up and I'll be out in a second." "Okay, Daddy," she said. "Meet us in the bedroom," she added with a wink. He watched the pair slipping out into the hall and smiled at the way the little girl waddled when she walked. She'll be a fine whore one day, of that he was sure. ~ end of part 6 ** wetfly6969@aol.com **