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Carrie's Secret
by Agent Heru (address withheld)

***

A young academic sits alone in a hotel lobby, bored and reading an 
even more boring book. The young girl playing near him piques his 
curiosity, and leads him taboo sexual exploration and passion. 
(Mg, ped, reluc, oral, anal, cd)

***

A long light passed over the Solarium on the Occident Hotel, the 
setting sun creating a brilliant splash of color along the western 
sky. A lonely traveler sat by himself reading a book on a subject 
that was not particularly interesting. This trip was uneventful, 
the archives the man came to study were less than impressive, so 
the remaining weekend would be rest and relaxation for the weary 
soul. He planned to do nothing less but sit here and read until he 
was weary to retire to his room.

Movement caught his eye, a small interruption to his peaceful 
sunset. A child wandered around in the small sitting area. She 
passed from bush to bush, seemingly stalking him like a playful 
kitten. He smiled, wondering what the child was thinking. He 
resigned himself to returning to his book, but still he did not 
lower his gaze.

A giggle slipped from her mouth, she couldn't have been more than 
9 years old. She was walking along the hotel by herself in a 
pretty white dress. The dress itself was cotton, trimmed with 
white lace. She was striking for many reasons, though mainly 
because she was unattended in such a place. Hotels could be 
dangerous places for children to wander unattended. There was no 
one else in sight on the floor. Perhaps her parents were in a 
nearby room getting ready to leave.

Stopping, the girl turned to look at him. Her hair was a nice 
strawberry blonde with bouncy curls. She smiled at him, winking 
ever so slightly. He paused from looking down at his book, perhaps 
longer than a responsible adult should. Still, he was entranced by 
her azure eyes.

His breath was lost as she approached. His heart was skipping, why 
could he not stop staring at her. The light grew more golden, 
surrounding the lithe form, giving her an angelic look. A child 
could only be so innocent to approach a stranger without fear.
                                                
"My name is Carrie," She said, her voice lilting ever so slightly, 
"Who are you?"

"Oh? I am... Matt. Hello." He did not know what else to say.

"Hi! What are you doing?"

"Reading a book." The man smiled slightly, anxious to break this 
contact. He was afraid, and he did not know why. His heart was 
pounding now, much greater than the flutter he had before. She had 
not left.

"What is it about?"

"Um..." The subject of the book was sexuality, fearful enough. 
"Love?"

"OH! Nice."

Afraid she would ask for him to read some to her, he looked for an 
out. "Where are your parents?"

"My Mom went out, she's at the spa. She won't be back till later. 
Why?"

Great. "She left you alone?"

"I'm a big girl! I am safe in a hotel, plus you're here to protect 
me!" The anxious voice seemed to calm him. Whatever feelings he 
had, they were passing. This was just a wayward child, and he had 
been away from his wife for too long.

She wandered around away from him, while the sun just touched the 
horizon. Red light and warmth filled the solarium for the final 
seconds of the day. He stretched into the chair, but was stopped 
by a shriek.

"OWIE!!!" The girl laid out on the floor, grabbing her forearm in 
pain. A trip caused her to fall on her arm, eliciting the yelp. 
Her painful cry was enough for him to close his book and rush to 
her aid.

"Stop, let me see." The man grabbed her arm, which was soft as the 
down comforters on the hotel beds. He looked at the red scrape, a 
minor injury. A feeling of relief washed over him, but still she 
did not stop crying. 

"It hurts!"

"What?" The man tried to figure out what was wrong. He could not 
help but think she broke her arm. She squirmed as she yelped in 
pain.

"KISS IT! Make me feel better!"

"W-what?" The request shocked him.

"My Mommy always kisses it when it hurts. Kiss it!" She whined. 
The noise should have attracted someone else, but the floor seemed 
to be empty. He resigned himself to fate, and leant over, and 
kissed the injury. The crying stopped and so did his breathing. 
When his lips touched her skin, it seemed like time itself had 
stopped. A magical moment like this transcends only once or twice 
in a person's life, and this was one of those magical times.

Both eyes locked together, souls connecting beyond any physical 
forms or limitations. The dying light of the day settled into 
twilight as both paused. The man reached out, placing his hand on 
the girl's cheek. She responded with a smile, rubbing against it.

"Feeling better?"

She nodded, nuzzling against his hand. Her actions were more like 
a kitten rather than a child, seeking affection in a vulnerable 
time. A whimper lingered on her breath, and he leaned in and 
kissed her cheek. She kissed his cheek back, reciprocating the 
affection. Their lips met, pressing against each other in a 
curious fashion.

"No." The man withdrew from the embrace, it was wrong for the two 
of them to do this. He was a man, she was a child. It was illegal 
and immoral. She pulled on his clothing, tugging downward until 
her hands reached his pants. His member was swelling against the 
khaki material, busting forward from the sexual tension that 
contained all parts of his lust. He should have stopped her.

Curious fingers pulled down his zipper, the man knew what she was 
doing. Each tooth that separated seemed to thump like a timpani 
drum. Finally his cock sprung out, the head purple and swollen. 
Her small, pink tongue rubbed up against the tip to lick up a 
clear bubble of precum. She grasped the shaft lightly and 
continued to lick the tip. He wondered how she knew what to do, 
although her technique was little different than if she were to 
lick and ice cream cone. Despite wondering about her experience in 
the matter, his back hit the carpeted floor.

A moan erupted from the back of his throat when her shiny, pink 
lips rolled over the head. He raised his hips slightly, forcing 
his glans further down her throat. She choked a bit, but relaxed 
her throat to let his cock slide deeper. The sensation was 
intense, he moaned to his creator while her small fingers began to 
rub his own balls. He could not take it anymore, and a familiar 
sensation erupted from his body. He had not had relations with a 
woman in quite a long time, so it was easy for this small taboo to 
bring out the most violently pleasure possible.

"OH GOD!" He shouted while she gagged. Warm sperm ejaculated from 
his cock down her throat. She pulled back from it, another jet 
hitting her in the face. He closed his eyes while breathing hard, 
he softly grunted with each breath.

"Th-that was good?" She asked with a curious tone.

He sat up, looking at her frosted face. She had a nervous smile, 
unsure of what she did. She was nothing but a child who wanted to 
please her hero. He kissed her on the cheek, tasting his salty 
discharge. "You... shouldn't have done that. It's not right for 
children to do that to adults."

"But that's what girls do when they're in love with a man. My 
mother told me so, when I saw the video. I wanted to do that to 
you." Carrie wrapped her small arms around him.

"Your mother meant women, listen, we've got to clean you up. Come 
with me." The man stood up, concealing his now limp penis. Small 
stains left over from his passion marked his pants. He needed to 
conceal himself and Carrie quickly before anybody else intruded.

Room 1516.

The keycard slipped into the slot, and a green light welcomed the 
pair. He stepped in, feeling the cold air conditioning sweep over 
him. Every hotel room was colder than it should be. Carrier 
shivered at his side, though she grinned nonetheless.

"Nice room! There's a big bed!"

"Hey, you need to clean up, hurry." The man looked out into the 
hallway, not a soul occupied the floor. He wondered how such a 
popular hotel could be this empty at this time of night. On the 
handle he placed a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, shutting it 
locked. He couldn't let a nosy maid or security person catching 
either of them in this awkward state. Not until he cleaned up and 
made sure Carrie would not talk. 

Carrie stepped from the bathroom drying her face on a towel. She 
was clean, but he was not. A mischievous grin crept across her 
face. "Now you need to be clean."

She reached forward, but he cut her advance off. "Listen, I can do 
it on my own. You need to stop, ok? What happened was a mistake, 
you can't talk to anyone about this."

"Why?" A response any child would reply with when told to do 
something.

"Because..." Her hands returned to his pants, her fingers gingerly 
fumbling with his zipper. He reached down and held her wrists. 
"NO!"

"But... I love you."

The man grimaced. She was standing alone, in his hotel room after 
sodomizing him, pleading her love. She was too young to understand 
what it meant. Still it affected him, the warm feeling from 
earlier washing over him. He hadn't felt this way since he was 
with her on the island beach. His former love had left him a week 
later after that night. Apparently she wanted to say goodbye to 
him in a wonderful manner, it still affected him. He was yearning 
for Ms. Right, but his only human contact recently had been 
librarians and Graduate students. He didn't want to be a professor 
who dipped his pen in the academic ink. Now this nymphet was 
pulling his pants down.

"Stop it!" He pushed her away, causing her to land on the bed. Her 
skirt fluffed up, revealing a glimpse of her panties. She looked 
hurt, whimpering from the reaction. The man rushed over to the 
edge of the bed, holding her shoulders. 

"Please, don't cry. I just, you can't do that. Don't cry!"

Their eyes locked, her blue eyes misty from her hurt feelings. The 
locked gazed caused the man to moved closer. She bit her shiny 
pink lip slightly, feeling his hands moving down from her 
shoulders. He grabbed her waist and pulled the young girl closer. 
They kissed, each rubbing their tongue against the other's.

I guess I am a pedophile, the man thought. His cock was rock hard 
again. She had entranced him to a state of arousal beyond his 
control. She was vulnerable and innocent, feminine qualities he 
yearned for.

Carrie broke the kiss, speaking a soft request to him. "Lick me 
down there."

The man pulled up her dress, revealing a pair of pearlescent white 
panties.  What was more intriguing was inside those panties were 
something more than a little girl should have. A small, twitching 
bulge revealed that Carrie was not a girl. Impossible, he thought, 
and he pulled down the panties. Despite the bulge, he was shocked 
to see a small penis with a hairless sack beneath. The cocklet 
bobbed while Carrie blushed, her panties rolled down on one of her 
ivory legs.

"Don't stare..."

"You are a-"

"Like I did to you."

This revelation was shocking to him, he did not expect such an 
event. He was not gay, yet he found himself enticed by this 
nymphet. There was something different about this situation, it 
was not like this girl-boy had muscles and facial hair. She was 
soft and feminine, a female despite this sexual organ. A knot 
formed in his throat, his emotions torn by the situation. His 
reservations seemed to dissolve as he lowered his head, a warm 
feeling rushing over his entire body.

The small tip seemed so inviting. It sat at the end of her small 
shaft like a cherry on top of a sundae. Leaning forward, the tip 
of his tongue pressed up against her. She whimpered as he traced 
around it. His tongue licked up the small shaft, rubbing every 
nerve from base to head. Carrie squealed from the sensation. There 
were no more questions to ask, and he began to suckle on her.

"Oh... Matt, I love it. Please keep it up, my love." The man 
complied, sucking even more of her genitals into his mouth. He 
could feel her smooth balls rubbing up against his chin. His 
tongue rubbed up against the bottom. Carrie's hips bucked against 
his face, softly fucking his mouth. The crescendo of pleasure 
releasing itself from her throat increased, and she squeaked 
loudly. She came and he caused it. A small squirt of cum traveled 
down the man's throat. It was so sweet, like honey, he thought.

The man licked his lips after releasing his mouth from her 
privates. Her hair haloed around her angelic face. She was more 
beautiful than he had ever seen before. He wanted to fuck her.

"Stay here." The mini-bar held a funny secret he had not thought 
about using until this moment. He had heard of hotels providing 
small 'pleasure packs' to the guests, and the Occident hotel was 
no different. He opened the cabinet. A small, red box topped with 
a pink bow and a tag was his target. He pulled it out, ripping the 
top off. Inside was a bottle of lubrication, a small vibrator, and 
some chocolate body sauce. His trembling hands pulled out the 
lube, it was strawberry flavored.

"What are you doing?" Carrie asked. He turned with the red bottle 
in hand, dropping the box.

"You want me to love you, right? In that video, what else did you 
see."

"First the lady did what we did, and then he put his thing in her 
bottom. Are you going to do that to me?" The innocent voice nearly 
caused his knees to buckle.

"I can. You sure that you want me to?"

"Yes." She giggled.

The man walked to the side of the bed, caressing her cheek. Her 
pink tongue began to lick his thumb, she acted like a kitten. It 
aroused him so much.

"Get on your hands and knees, like a kitty-cat." She responded by 
assuming a very taboo position for a cross-dressing child. The 
fact that she was dressed like a girl made him wonder what her own 
family did to her. 

He stopped, "Um, have you ever done this with anyone before?"

"Just Momma. She bathes me all the time, and rubs my body with 
pretty lotion. Is that lotion? It smells good."

"No," He was relieved, though he wondered what kind of woman would 
treat their own son like a sexualized girl. Still, he was about to 
fuck this girl, even if it was perhaps so morally wrong that he 
should be imprisoned for it. This was not a situation of morality, 
it was a situation of lust. He had a horny boy-girl, a hard cock, 
and a bottle strawberry lube.

"Good. Make sure to keep your butt in the air." The man squirted 
some lube onto his hands. He rubbed the cool goo between his palms 
to make sure it was warm enough. Each smooth white cheek framed 
her pink rosebud. It was gapping, seeming to beg for a lubed 
finger. He swirled the gel around his index finger, and began to 
rub it along her twitching rectum.

"Oooooh, that feels good!" She giggled.

The man added more lube to his index and middle finger, rubbing 
harder against her hole. She groaned and pushed against his 
digits. They slipped in, and she began to move her butt back and 
forth. She cooed while fucking his fingers with her tight ass.

"You're still too tight, I need to loosen you up, sugar." He 
looked down to the torn pleasure kit. There was a vibrator inside. 
His fiancee was tight when they first met. They had to use one to 
loosen her up before they made love. He reached down while her 
anus glided along his fingers, pulling the purple shaft from the 
box. He pushed the button at the end, causing the dildo to spring 
alive.

The man leaned over and kissed Carrie on her bottom. He pulled out 
his fingers, which caused an audible pop, and circled the vibrator 
around her pink hole. Her small cocklet throbbed harder and her 
elbows gave way. The girl hit the bed while her ass was still up 
in the air.

"Do you want me to put it in?" The man asked. She replied with a 
pleading nod.

He put it in. She groaned with a lilting moan. He used his other 
hand to rub her small sack. The gentle caresses caused an intense 
reaction. He wanted to fuck her so badly, he could not stand it 
anymore.

"Honey, are you ready for me?" She did not respond, lost in the 
waves of pleasure sweeping throughout her body. He withdrew the 
vibrator, letting it go from his hands. It fell on the floor at 
the same time his pants did. Her blue eyes looked deep into his, 
and she seemed to nod slightly. He pressed his cock against the 
slippery hole. It rested against the opening comfortably. She 
wiggled, signaling him to put it in.

"This may hurt, but it will feel good." He pushed in, piercing her 
anal cherry. She gasped and cried as he went in. He began to fuck 
her tight asshole, feeling her small scrotum swinging and bumping 
up against his. The feeling from her soft thighs against his just 
caused him to increase his tempo. He grabbed her ass, pulling the 
cheeks apart to let more of his shaft inside of her.

"OH!" She squealed while being fucked doggy-style. This was unlike 
anything she had felt before, but it felt so good. His rubbing 
just made her feel complete, and her willie was even harder than 
it had been when he was licking it. He stopped, pulling out from 
her ass.

"Roll over." Carrie did as she was ordered, the man seemed like a 
beast now. He dove into her neck, licking the nape while 
positioning himself against her hole. She closed her eyes, feeling 
electricity washing over her. She reached down and pinched her 
small cock between her thumb and forefinger. It felt so good as he 
plunged into her again. Her whimpers were lost as he began to 
grunt some more.

The man moved his mouth down, using his teeth to pull aside her 
small sun dress. His long tongue began to lick away at her 
nipples. He could feel her cock and balls rubbing up against his 
stomach. Each thrust brought him closer to orgasm. Every push made 
her shudder even more.

"Oh god, I'm coming!" He climbed up onto the bed, using his knees 
to pull her body up and push harder into her. Each thrust caused 
her own pelvis to inch closer to her face. Her own hand furiously 
stroked her small clit, until tiny jets of cum spurted out onto 
her face. The sight brought the man to the edge. Staring onto her 
again frosted face, he came.

"AH!" Her rectum filled with his hot cum. He continued to thrust 
while the orgasm swept him. The cum bubbled out onto her smooth 
scrotum. He leaned forward and kissed her. Their embrace lasted 
while he collapsed to her side. Her legs quivered against his 
side.

Carrie giggled, placing her head against his hairy chest. Her 
dress was now bunched around her waist. The skirt rustled as they 
slipped away to sleep. The man knew this pleasure was forbidden, 
and perhaps he would go to jail for it. Still, it was an amazing 
fuck he would never forget. What he didn't know as he slipped away 
to sleep, is that it was only the beginning.

END