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Subject: {ASSM} RP (Revised) Chasing Lolita 9/13 - Nikki (Part Two)  (Mf, anal, nc, oral, prost)
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WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sexual conduct 
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CHASING LOLITA

by Sam Lindsey
sam_s_lindsey@GRUNGEhotmail.com (remove the GRUNGE to reply)
Revised November, 2001

STORY 09: Kimmy's Friend, Nikki (Part Two)

After filling little Nikki's twelve-year-old pussy to the brim with cum, I 
sucked on her almost non-existent titties while she cradled my head against 
her small chest and stroked my hair. "That feels so good, Sam," she purred 
as I nibbled on her soft, pre-teen tit-flesh and manipulated her hard, 
little nipples with my tongue.

"You know what else I like?" she asked in a contented voice.

I pulled my face away from her breasts and asked, "No, what?"

She yanked my head back hard to her tiny bosom, then said, "Getting my pussy 
licked. I've only had it done by a girl, but I really got into it that 
time."

On hearing this I cringed slightly, remembering the massive creampie I'd 
just deposited between her legs.

"Sam?" she crooned.

"Mmmmm?" I moaned hesitantly around the tiny, brown tit in my mouth.

"Will you lick my pussy? Pleeaassse?" she pleaded in her best little-girl 
voice, her small nipple hardening noticeably in my mouth.

I wasn't looking forward to this, but how could I refuse?

I pulled her top off over her head, removed her miniskirt, and gave her a 
sloppy French-kiss, working my tongue halfway down her throat. I kissed and 
licked her neck and shoulders, then dragged my tongue down over her small 
chest and her taut, brown abdomen until I got to her belly button. I sucked 
on the diamond stud there, then continued my trek downward toward her 
drenched honey pot.

When I arrived at her cum-soaked pussy, I raised my head slightly to examine 
it. Her thin lips were puffy and swollen, and large globs of thick, white 
cream were drooling from her inner folds. I tried to move some of the cum 
off her clit with my finger, figuring that, if I was very careful, I could 
just lick and suck on her little love button and maybe sink a couple of 
fingers up her well-used hole to get her off.

I'd just nicely gotten my tongue pressed against her clit when she grabbed 
the back of my head and yanked it down hard into her pussy. Then she began 
to grind her thin hips up and down on my face. My cum was lubricating my 
nose and cheeks, and I had all I could do to keep my tongue out, hard and 
extended, as she slathered her sloppy slit on it. I'd never been used like 
that in my entire life, neither before nor after.

As she continued to work her creamy cunt lips up and down my tongue, I 
reached behind her and tried to insert my cum-covered finger into her tight, 
little asshole. As I gently eased it into her butt, her sphincter clenched 
around the first knuckle, and then almost immediately relaxed to accept the 
full length of my digit.

"NOW SUCK ME!" she barked. She yanked my head down harder into her cunt, and 
I have to admit that I was getting a little bit frightened of this young 
girl as she seemed to be losing control and undergoing a somewhat startling 
personality change.

I tentatively poked my tongue into her gash to gather up a small sample of 
the copious mixture that was frothing out of her well-fucked hole. It didn't 
taste too bad, so I covered her entire small cunt with my mouth and started 
sucking it like my life depended on it. Her hips began to buck into my face 
again as she screamed, "THAT'S IT! LICK MY CUNT! EAT YOUR CUM OUT OF MY 
SLOPPY HOLE, YOU PERVERT!"

I wasn't sure that I liked this last part, but the rest of her filthy words 
were making me increasingly excited. I slurped my tongue up and down her 
tangy twat and sucked up all of her nectar as well as my own pungent cream 
as I continued to ream her clenching asshole with my finger. I managed to 
get the thumb of my other hand onto her clit, and I strummed it frantically 
while I lapped up my own spunk and finger-fucked her tight butt.

Suddenly, her body started to convulse wildly, and her small tits heaved as 
she erupted into an explosive climax. "OH SHIT!" she grunted through 
clenched teeth. She continued to fuck her slender, brown hips up into my 
face while her orgasm washed through her lithe, young frame. Finally, she 
gave one last hard yank on my head, pulling it yet deeper into her spasming 
twat, as her body froze and she shivered uncontrollably.

As I poked at her distended clit with the tip of my tongue, she released her 
death grip on my head. Free at last, I thought. I lifted my head from her 
pussy, then said in a menacing voice, "Now it's your turn, cunt!" I grabbed 
her thin, brown body and flipped it over so that she was on her knees again 
with her arms back on the sofa and her firm, young backside pointing toward 
me. Then I pushed my prick up against the puckered, pink opening to her anus 
and plunged it a full eight inches up her tight, young hole.

"OH MY GAWD!" she screamed as I savagely raped her virgin ass. There wasn't 
much lubrication on my cock, but I didn't care. She'd had her way with me, 
forcing me to eat my own cum out of her sloppy cunt, and now I was going to 
return the favor. I pounded my thick meat up her tight anal passage as I 
reached around and stuck the finger that had been in her ass into her mouth. 
"SUCK IT!" I screamed. She gagged and tried to spit it out, but I jammed it 
in farther until her lips tightened on it and her tongue started to swirl 
around it as she began to savor the exotic flavor of her own anal juices. 
"That's better," I said softly as I fucked my finger in and out of her 
mouth.

Her anal ring was clenching my dick like a tiny fist, and the tender, inner 
flesh of her asshole clung to my thick pole each time I pulled it from her 
ass. I held her hips firmly and started to slam my prick up into her 
virginal nether regions while she thrashed her head around and moaned.

I was feeling a little guilty, and was about to reach around and frig her 
clit, but then thought better of it. She doesn't really deserve any pleasure 
from this, I thought. Then I proceeded to rape her ass with even more 
ferocity than before.

Suddenly the cum started to boil up in my balls. I yanked my cock from her 
butt and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Then I pulled her head around toward 
me, her body involuntarily following, and she almost fell to the carpet face 
first. At the last second, I caught her under the chin. I let go of her hair 
and tried to feed my cock into her mouth, but she clenched her lips together 
tightly, refusing me access. Her eyes were clamped shut as I rubbed my 
drooling cockhead all over her face. Then I released her chin and pinched 
her nostrils together, and when her mouth flew open, I jammed my prick eight 
inches down her throat. Her eyes watered and she started to gag until I 
withdrew my tool from her mouth a few inches. Then, almost immediately, I 
plunged it right back in. This time her throat muscles seemed to relax, and 
she appeared to be more comfortable as she swallowed my cock whole.

"NOW SUCK ME, CUNT!" I screamed. "AND IF YOU BITE ME, I'LL FUCKING KILL 
YOU!" I was shocked to hear these words escape my lips. They were completely 
out of character.

I held Nikki's head with both hands as I fucked my long bone in and out of 
her tight, young gullet. Her thin lips were stretched obscenely around my 
thick meat. I'd never fucked the face of a girl this beautiful before, and 
it wasn't long before my climax hit me like a thunderbolt.

"EAT MY CUM, BITCH!" I screamed. I forced my entire prick down her throat, 
and the spunk rushed up from my balls through my long shaft as I ground my 
pubic hairs around on her nose. My cockhead throbbed deep in her neck, and 
suddenly my load exploded like a rocket down her throat, directly into her 
stomach. She guzzled down my cum like she hadn't eaten in days, occasionally 
coughing and gagging at the copious volume that was coursing down her neck, 
but not once did she touch her teeth to my dick.

I flexed my ass muscles and gave short, quick strokes as I continued to pump 
her face full of sperm. Tiny rivulets of the thick fluid ran from the 
corners of her mouth and rolled down her chin. Finally, I was completely 
drained, and I fell backwards and landed on the carpet, whacking my head 
against the leg of the coffee table in the process.

I was rubbing my head and groaning in pain when Nikki came over and lay in 
my arms. As she wrapped her thin, brown leg over mine, I opened my eyes and 
saw the smeared cum around her mouth and chin. Still, she looked ravishing 
and sensual as she licked my fluids from her lips. "Thanks, Sam," she said. 
"I really like rape games."

RAPE GAMES! I thought lividly. My head thumped with pain and my face turned 
beet red. I HADN'T BEEN PLAYING ANY FUCKING GAMES!

"And I really liked getting my ass fucked, too," she continued quietly as 
she twirled a thin finger around in my chest hairs. "Sometimes I think I 
like it up my ass better than in my pussy."

I looked at her with an incredulous expression. I thought that she'd been a 
virgin before tonight, but now she was telling me, like some kind of veteran 
of the sex wars, that she preferred anal intercourse over vaginal. When I 
thought back on it, I couldn't recall meeting any resistance when I jammed 
my cock up her tiny twat earlier. Granted, it had been incredibly tight -- 
the tightest pussy I'd ever been in -- but she was right; I hadn't felt her 
cherry pop.

I obviously still had a lot to learn about little Nikita.
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We lay in each other's arms for twenty minutes or so, softly stroking the 
other's body, when I happened to look at my watch. "Holy shit, Nikki! It's 
nearly seven o'clock. When were your parents expecting you home?"

"They're not, Sam," she said. "I told them I was sleeping over at my friend 
Megan's. Megan knows how to cover for me. I kind of had an idea that we 
might . . . you know . . . get together this afternoon."

I stared in disbelief into the beautiful woman-child face of this devious, 
little vixen. She had a sly smirk on her face, and my cock suddenly twitched 
at the thought of another round of hot sex with her thin, schoolgirl body. 
But I also knew that I was completely spent and that it would be another two 
hours anyway before I could get it up again.

She probably wants me to eat out her asshole now, I thought, grimacing.

I gently removed her leg from mine and sat up. "Come on," I said. "Let's 
go."

"Where?" she asked as she begrudgingly raised herself to a sitting position.

"We'll get something to eat," I said, "and then I've got an idea. Go fix 
yourself up and let's get going."

She grabbed her clothes and went upstairs while I changed into a white 
shirt, sports jacket, and a pair of dress slacks. After about twenty 
minutes, she emerged from the bathroom with her hair and make-up perfectly 
repaired. She'd restuffed her bosom with tissue and once again looked like a 
twenty-two-year-old Penthouse model.

"I don't have any panties," she said with a worried expression on her cute, 
little face.

"Oh yeah," I said, feeling a little guilty. "I'll buy you a new pair 
tomorrow. Tonight just try to keep your legs together and I'm sure no one 
will notice."

We sneaked out the back patio door and made our way around to my car parked 
in the driveway. The last thing I needed was to have my thirteen-year-old 
girlfriend, Kimmy, see us together, especially with the way that Nikki 
looked.

We got into the car and started driving. Nikki said she wanted a burger, so 
I went to the nearest fast-food joint and bought our meals through the 
take-out window. I then continued to drive while we devoured our food. All 
that hot, raunchy sex earlier had given both of us a monstrous appetite.

"Where are we going?" Nikki asked as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Out to the airport. There's a bar in the hotel there where I thought we 
could have a few drinks." I wanted to test Nikki's mature-looking appearance 
in an objective environment, while bearing in mind that I didn't want to 
bump into anyone I knew. The airport hotel was off the beaten track and was 
usually full of out-of-town business travelers.

"Goody, goody!" she said, rubbing her hands together excitedly.

The airport was still a good thirty to thirty-five-minute drive away. After 
Nikki finished her meal, she decided she wanted a sperm sundae for dessert, 
so she unzipped my fly, pulled out my wilted dick, and tried to resurrect it 
back to life with her mouth. While she ministered to my cock, I reached 
under her miniskirt and fingered her healthy cunt. A trucker in a big rig 
pulled alongside us and stared down in disbelief when he saw Nikki devouring 
my bone. Then he looked at me, smiled, and gave me a big thumbs-up. In 
return, I flipped Nikki's miniskirt up over her backside and gave him a full 
view of her firm, tight ass. He blew his air-horn in appreciation, and Nikki 
nearly choked on my cock she was so surprised.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Traffic . . ." I lied, "getting a little heavier." I put my hand on top of 
her head and urged it back down toward my aching bone. She must have sucked 
me for at least twenty minutes, but I couldn't cum.

As we pulled into the hotel parking lot, I did manage to release a few weak 
shots of semen. She opened her mouth to show me the goo on her tongue, then 
swished it around and swallowed it. "You know, Sam, your cum tastes really 
good," she said as she patted her lips with her napkin.

"That's good," I said with a lecherous grin, "because there's lots more 
where that came from."

We got out of the car and walked into the bar. There were numerous round 
tables in the center of the room and several smaller, elevated ones with 
high barstools against the walls. I chose one of the elevated tables that 
had a good view of the rest of the lounge.

Nikki stepped carefully onto the rung of her barstool and hiked herself up 
into her seat. She yanked at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down to 
conceal her little, hairless slit, then clamped her long legs together. The 
crowd was pretty thin. Being a Saturday night, I assumed that most of the 
business travelers had flown home for the weekend. There were two or three 
tables with several men and women swapping war stories, and there was one 
fortyish-looking gentleman sitting alone at a table facing us. He stared 
intently, first at Nikki, then at me, then back at Nikki as he sipped on his 
cocktail.

The waitress came over to take our order. She was a good-looking, stacked 
blonde in a short miniskirt, though not nearly as short as Nikki's. "What'll 
it be tonight," she asked with a smile while eyeing up Nikki.

"Two Margaritas, please," I said. I pulled a fifty from my wallet and set it 
down on the table. The drinks here were atrociously expensive -- nearly ten 
bucks for a Margarita. They probably figured they had a captive audience and 
that everyone was on an expense account anyway. The waitress scratched down 
our order as she continued to size up Nikki. My heart was in my throat, 
fearing that she was going to ask for ID. It almost appeared that she wanted 
to say something, but then thought better of it and walked away. A few 
minutes later she returned with our drinks.

I took a sip of my Margarita as did Nikki, but when Nikki tasted the strong 
flavor of the tequila, her face scrunched up and she shivered involuntarily.

"Nikki," I whispered, "don't make faces."

She looked over at me with her big, brown eyes and said, "Sorry, Sam."

We were chatting away and working on our third Margarita when I noticed that 
Nikki's eyes seemed to be getting a little glazed. She was obviously not 
used to drinking alcohol. She must have forgotten that she wasn't wearing 
underwear because she was crossing and uncrossing her legs incessantly. On 
more than one occasion I noticed the lonely business traveler sitting across 
from us staring dreamily at a point somewhere between her two brown thighs. 
I think she noticed him too because she would occasionally stick out her 
little, pink tongue and lick the salt from the rim of her glass in a display 
far more elaborate than what was required. I also saw her, more than once, 
work her mouth up and down on her straw as if she were giving it a little 
blowjob. Several of the other male patrons also noticed her little 
performance, and I saw a few of them nudge their buddies to have a look.

Finally, my bladder couldn't stand it anymore. "I've got to go to the 
washroom," I said. "Stay put . . . and be good!"

I went into the men's room and stood at the urinal beside the far wall. As I 
was peeing, I noticed a condom machine on the wall, so I stuck a five-dollar 
bill in and got five. No point in taking any more chances, I thought, unsure 
whether Nikki had even started menstruating yet.

While I was emptying the last bit of fluid from my bladder, the men's room 
door opened and in walked the lonely business traveler. He stepped up to the 
urinal three down from me and unzipped his fly. As he began to pee, he 
cleared his throat and said, "I hope you don't mind me saying so, but your 
wife is very beautiful."

I looked over at him with a polite smile and replied, "She's not my wife, 
but thank you anyway."

"Oh . . ." he said, "girlfriend then?"

"She's not my girlfriend either." I shook the remaining drops of urine from 
the end of my pecker.

"She's not your daughter, is she?" he asked as I zipped up my fly and walked 
toward the sinks.

"Nope, not my daughter either." I was starting to get a little aggravated by 
this intrusive line of questioning.

He finished peeing, then walked over to the sink beside me. "You wouldn't be 
her . . . uh . . . you know . . . her manager, would you?"

I stared into the mirror at him, trying to figure out what he was talking 
about, when I finally got it -- he thought I was her pimp.

Deciding to play along, I asked, "Why do you want to know?"

"Well," he continued, somewhat embarrassed, "I thought that if you were her 
. . . uh . . . manager, you could ask her if she wanted to . . . you know . 
. . come to a party."

"And do you have enough money to pay for her. . . her performance," I said, 
trying to be careful with my words in case he was a cop.

He pulled out his wallet and thumbed through a wad of hundred dollar bills. 
"How much is enough?" he asked.

"Five hundred," I replied without hesitation.

"Five hundred?" he exclaimed, obviously shocked at what he considered to be 
an exorbitant rate. "Wow, that's a lot!"

"Actually, it's very reasonable," I said. "She's only twelve-years old. When 
was the last time you had a . . . uh . . . a party with a twelve-year-old."

"Twelve-years old!" he exclaimed, his eyes bulging out. "She looks like 
she's at least twenty-one. Geez, I don't know . . . twelve-years old . . ." 
He ran his fingers through his thinning hair as he muttered to himself.

"If it would hurt less," I said, "I can fax you a receipt later, say for a 
$500 cell phone." I can't explain what my motivation was for trying to 
clinch this deal, and I knew that I was walking a very fine line.

On hearing my offer, the pudgy man's eyes lit up and he immediately pulled 
out five crisp hundred-dollar bills. He handed them to me and said, "Room 
1017."

"1017," I repeated as I counted the bills and stuffed them in my pocket. 
"She'll be up within the half-hour." He regarded me with suspicion, hoping 
that he hadn't just been burned for half a grand. As he exited the washroom, 
I slapped some cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. 
Christ, Sam, I thought, what are you doing? I started to wonder how I could 
convince Nikki to go along with this.

After drying myself off, I walked out of the washroom and headed back to our 
table. The lonely business traveler was nowhere in sight, probably retired 
to his room, I thought. While I was away, Nikki had managed to attract the 
eye of every male patron in the place, and she was obviously loving it. All 
of the female customers had left the bar, and Nikki's pussy was almost 
completely exposed, winking at nearly every man there. I sat across from her 
again and constructed my opening gambit.

"Those clothes of yours must cost a bundle," I said as I stirred my straw 
around in my drink.

"They sure do," Nikki replied. Her drink was nearly empty. "That's why I 
don't have too many. I don't make much money babysitting, you know."

"Have you ever thought about getting a part-time job?"

"I baby-sit as much as I can, Sam," she said with a little pout, "but I'm 
too young to get any other job. McDonald's won't even hire me until I'm 
fourteen. I DO wish I could make some more money because I REALLY love 
buying nice things."

"Well . . ." I said, drawing the word out slowly, "what if I told you that 
you could earn three hundred bucks tonight in about an hour?"

"Three hundred dollars!" she said in a too-loud whisper as her eyes lit up. 
"How in the world could I make three hundred dollars?"

"Well, you know the guy that was sitting over there," I said, nodding in the 
direction of the lonely business traveler's old table, "he's willing to pay 
you three hundred dollars if you'd . . . uh . . . keep him company in his 
room for about an hour."

"Oh . . ." she said hesitantly, mulling over my words as she tried to 
understand their meaning. After a several second pause, she whispered, "You 
mean fuck him?" I cautiously nodded my head. "And suck him, too?" Again I 
nodded. Her eyes opened wide as she exclaimed, a little too loudly for the 
room, "No wayyyy!"

Well, that's that, I thought. Shot down. I wasn't looking forward to going 
up to room 1017 to give the guy his money back and have to tell him that my 
girl wasn't willing to fuck him.

Nikki reached over, put her hand on top of mine, and smiled. "When do I 
start?" she asked.

I beamed at her proudly and drained my drink, then led her by the hand out 
of the bar into the hotel lobby. As I walked her over to the elevators, I 
issued last minute instructions.

"He's in room 1017," I said, "so just knock on the door. If he asks who it 
is, tell him it's . . . oh, I don't know . . . Lolita. Whatever you do, 
don't give him your real name. I've already told him your age so don't feel 
like you have to act older. He paid me in advance so you don't have to worry 
about that. I'll give you your money when you're finished."

On hearing this last part, Nikki looked at me with a smart-ass smirk. "You 
were awfully sure of yourself, weren't you Sam?"

"No, not really." I blushed and tried to avoid eye contact. "Anyway, take 
these." I reached into my sports coat and pulled out the five condoms. "Make 
sure he wears one whether you're fucking him or sucking him. You might have 
to put them on him yourself. Do you think you can handle that?"

She gave a little nod.

"Good. And whatever you do, don't give him your telephone number or mine. If 
he wants to see you again, ask him for a business card and tell him to write 
down the Saturday nights when he'll be in town. Tell him you only work 
Saturdays, and only at this hotel. Got it?" She nodded her head again. 
"Good. I'll meet you back down in the bar when you're through. And remember, 
as soon as he cums, the party's over. Most girls try to get their johns to 
cum in their mouths right off the bat."

"Johns?" Nikki asked innocently.

"Uh . . . customers," I said.

"Oh."

"After he cums, if you want to clean up, ask him if you can take a shower. 
Then get your cute, little butt back downstairs." The elevator door opened 
at the tenth floor, and I gave her a little pat on the ass as we arrived at 
room 1017. "Break a leg, kid," I whispered, then headed back to the 
elevator. As I walked onto it, I saw Nikki knock on the door while smoothing 
her leather miniskirt with her hands. As the elevator door began to close, 
the door to room 1017 opened.

I returned to the bar and sipped on another couple of Margaritas while I 
waited for Nikki to finish her trick. I had to be careful; if I'd counted 
right, this was my fifth drink, and I still had a forty-minute drive home.

About three-quarters of an hour later, Nikki returned. She smiled at me as 
she sauntered over to the table, again attracting the attention of every 
male eye and cock in the place.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"I'll tell you in the car." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. As 
we headed for the exit, I placed my hand on her tight ass and gave it a 
little squeeze for the voyeuristic pleasure of the boys in the bar. I heard 
a couple of low male groans as we walked out the door.

As we drove home, Nikki gave me the rundown on the night's activities.

"So what happened?" I asked, wanting to hear every detail, no matter how 
small.

"Well, he was in his undershorts when I went into the room. He poured me a 
drink and then sat beside me on the bed."

"Yeah," I said impatiently, "then what?"

"Then he leaned over and started kissing my cheek."

Damn! I forgot to tell her no kissing. Oh, well.

"And . . .?" I said.

"And then he put his hand on my thigh and started inching it up under my 
skirt. When he got to my pussy, he ran his finger up and down my slit, then 
leaned over and French-kissed me. While his tongue was inside my mouth, I 
reached down and started to squeeze his cock through his boxer shorts. He 
moaned when I did that. Then he stood up and took off his shorts. He had a 
nice cock -- not as long as yours, Sam, but thick. He asked if he could eat 
my pussy and I said sure, so he laid me down on the bed and pulled my skirt 
up around my waist. Then he laid down too, kind of opposite to the way I was 
laying, so that his cock was more or less even with my face. He fingered my 
slit and said, 'So pretty, so pretty.' Then he started to lick my hole. He 
was a pretty good pussy licker, Sam, and after munching on my cunt for a few 
minutes, he got up on his hands and knees and straddled me so he could get 
his face down deeper between my thighs. His cock was hanging down in front 
of my face, dripping pre-cum, so I latched onto it with my mouth. I swirled 
my tongue around his knob, then took him deeper into my mouth and he started 
to moan. While I was sucking his cock, I felt like I was ready go off, so I 
clamped my thighs around his neck and started humping my pussy up into his 
face."

While listening to Nikki's story, I had unzipped my fly and pulled out my 
cock, and was slowly jerking it off. She leaned over and took it in her 
mouth, then started to work her head up and down on it.

"So did he cum in your mouth?" I asked as her luscious lips pulled on the 
crown of my prick. I desperately needed to hear the rest of her lurid tale, 
even at the expense of missing a delicious blowjob.

She raised her head from my lap and sat up again, replacing my hand with 
hers around my aching hard-on. "No," she said, "but I sure got off on his. 
After I finished cumming, he turned his body around on the bed so that he 
was lying in the same direction as me. He was between my legs, and I thought 
he might fuck me, but instead he leaned his face down and started to 
tongue-kiss me again while he humped his cock against my leg. Then he asked 
if he see could my titties, so I pulled my spaghetti straps off my shoulders 
and asked him if he wanted to do the honors. He slowly pulled my top down, 
and when he saw the Kleenex stuffed there, he groaned and his cock jumped 
against my leg. He sucked on my titties for a good ten minutes, and I was 
starting to get hot again. You KNOW how I like having my titties sucked."

"Uh-huh," I said as I rhymed off baseball stats in my head, trying to keep 
from cumming.

"Then I pulled his head up to my face, stuck my tongue in his mouth, and 
wiggled it around. I think that makes guys horny when I do that," she said 
with wisdom well beyond her tender years.

"Yeah," I replied, feeling very close to the edge.

"While I was kissing him, his cock nudged up against the lips of my pussy, 
so I looked into his eyes and said, 'Fuck me, daddy!' I got that 'daddy' 
part from Kimmy the other night." Nikki beamed with a sense of 
accomplishment.

"When he heard me say that, he reached down and pushed his whole cock inside 
me, then started to pound my pussy. He had pretty good staying power for an 
old guy, and he must have fucked me hard for a good fifteen minutes while he 
muttered, 'So tight, so tight.' After I came again, I grabbed his ass to try 
to pull him in deeper. His butt cheeks were clenching and he was grunting as 
he started to really punch my pussy with short, quick strokes. I came again 
the same time he did, and we thrashed around on the bed together like a pair 
of wild animals. Finally, he brought his face back down to mine and stuck 
his tongue in my mouth again while he continued to make little fucking 
motions into me with his dick. Then he quietly said, 'Thank you,' and rolled 
off me."

"UNNGGGHHHH!" I groaned as the cum rushed up from my balls. Nikki leaned 
over and latched onto my dick with her mouth just as the first blast of 
semen rocketed from the tip of it. She jacked me off hard with her tiny fist 
while she ravenously sucked and swallowed my load. I must have cum a quart, 
I was so fucking horny after hearing her little tale. I bucked my hips up 
into her mouth and nearly drove off the road as I filled her face with my 
thick love juice. While she coaxed the last few drops of sperm from my 
aching balls, I reached over and worked my hand up under her miniskirt to 
finger her pussy. I had two fingers up her tight, little hole when I felt 
something slimy. I pulled my fingers out of her and examined them.

"Jizz!" I said angrily. "You let him cum in your cunt, didn't you?"

She lifted her head up off my cock. "But Sam," she said, "I hate rubbers."

"You dumb, dumb little girl, don't you know anything?" I said with obvious 
disgust. "We could have squeezed him for at least another hundred to let him 
fuck you without a condom."

"Oh," she said with a wicked, little grin, now understanding the reason 
behind my scolding. "By the way, Sam, where's my money?"

"Oh, right," I said. I fumbled in my pocket for the wad of bills, then 
pulled out the five hundreds and thumbed off three of them onto the car seat 
between us.

"Where did you get the other two hundred?" she asked suspiciously.

"That's my . . . uh . . . my agent's commission."

"Forty per cent? That seems a little high, doesn't it?"

"Well, yeah," I said, "but out of that I have to buy our drinks, and I have 
to arrange your dates . . . and I may have to rent a room occasionally. 
Besides, if we ever get caught, you're a juvie and you'll get off easy, but 
I'll probably wind up in jail."

"Yeah . . ." she said with an evil, little smirk, "but you could already go 
to jail just for fucking me. After all, I'm only eleven years old."

"ELEVEN!" I cried out in utter astonishment. I thought that maybe the little 
bitch was lying to me, trying to squeeze me for more cash. "You can't be 
eleven," I said, trying hard to conceal my flaring temper. "You told me that 
you're one grade behind Kimmy, and Kimmy's thirteen."

"Yes," she said, "but I skipped grade three."

Fuck! She had me and she knew it. I slowly reached into my pocket, pulled 
out another hundred, and placed it on the seat between us.

"Thanks Sam," she said as she picked up the bill, rolled it up with the 
other three, and stuffed them down her top, "I thought you'd see it my way. 
But don't worry," she continued smugly, "it'll be our little secret."

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