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Ice Cream Girl, Part 6 (Mg, oral, blkml, prost, toy)

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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"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

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