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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 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