My name is Henry Steward, and I am just about broke. Every job interview I've gone to has ended in complete failure, from a position as an accountant down to even a waiter.

Yep, I'm that desperate right now.

But despite that I'm trying to keep my spirits up. I have one more job interview, and if I can land this one, then I'll be able to pay this month's rent and avoid living out of a cardboard box. But it wasn't very likely, this job was as a computer techy for a branch of Yahoo, the kind of person that would go in at three in the morning if something went buggy with the site.

This was a full-time offer, which was rare for this kind of job. So, putting on my best suit, best cologne and best smile, I head on out to the office just outside of the city, hopping beyond hope that I can make a good first impression.

"...well..." Says the large man, tapping a pen against his desk as he leans back on his chair. "...you haven't really had much job experience have you Mr.....?"

"Steward." I say to the large man who holds my fate in the stroke of a pen. "Henry Steward."

"Oh yes yes of course." The large man sniffs and leans forward in his chair. "Listen Raymond..."

"Henry."

"Yes yes of course. Listen Steward, right now the market is tight, and we're looking for...someone...more professional."

My heart sinks so long I swear it hits the seat of the chair I'm sitting on. "Oh...right, of course."

"Then again..." Drowns the fat man. "...you aren't THAT bad Raymond."

"Henry."

"Right of course." The fat man clears his throat. "Listen, I have to run this by my higher ups, so why don't you go make yourself comfy in the lobby and I'll get back to you in...bout twenty minutes."

"Um...I don't mean to be rude sir, but doesn't it take a few days for you to get back to me?" I ask sheepishly.

The fat man laughs a hearty laugh that seems to echo throughout his entire body. "This is the modern age boy! Now we have the convenience of doing things fast! Go on, you'll see if you have your job here or not in a bit."

I nod, get up, shake his hand and am soon sitting on the bland chair of the waiting room. No one else is there, save a bored secretary behind a desk who looks like he's playing some sort of online game by the way he stares so blankly at his computer screen.

First ten, twenty, then thirty minutes go by. I'm getting nervous, and I can't seem to remain comfortable on my seat. The tension seems to be getting to me in more ways than one, as the urge to pee has been building up for the last twenty minutes, me holding it on the off chance that when I leave I'll get called for.

But not able to hold it any more, I ask the bored secretary where the restroom is. He points, without saying a word, his eyes still glued to the screen. As I walk past to the restroom I take a glance. Just as I thought, he's playing some first person shooter. If the standards here where that long, maybe I did have a chance after all.

I know I only have to pee, but I go into the stale because I want to have a moment to myself. After emptying my bladder, I sit to think. What if I did end up working here? Would I like it? Aw, what do I care if I do or not, its money isn't it?

And what if I don't get the job? What would happen to me then? How would I---

My thoughts are interrupted as I hear the bathroom door swing open and shut on its spring hinges. I had been murmuring to myself, and I hopped that whoever it was hadn't heard me.

Then I hear the oddest thing. It's a little girl, singing to herself a little catchy tune that repeated itself. Had I made the mistake of coming into the girl's restroom? No, I had seen the urinals on the wall before choosing to go into the stale instead, what was this girl doing here.

I hear the door of the stale next to me swing open and then shut, and then silence, the singing coming to an end. It would seem that someone had brought a child and had let her go free, and that she'd found her way into the men's bathroom.

I look down only to nearly jump off the toilet. It's a little face peering up at me. Lying on the floor, the little girl had slide under the stale next to me and was now halfway between the two.

"Hey mister." She says in a small voice.

"Um...what are you d-doing in here?"

The little girl shrugs. "I don't know, playing I guess, this place is really boring."

"Hey...you shouldn't be in here, you know that right?"

The little girl shrugs again. "My daddy told me I could do whatever I wanted."

I had to admit, this was probably one of the most interesting things that had ever happened to me in my life. And with my pants down, there wasn't hiding much from the little girl.

"Hey mister." She says, pointing up from her vantage point on the floor. "What's that?"

She was pointing at my stiffening cock. It wasn't porn-star sized, but my cock was a very healthy nine inches, so it was a little wonder that the girl noticed it. "Oh...this?" I point to my cock.

The little girl nods.

"Oh...uh..." I stop for a moment to listen. There wasn't anyone else there, and the office was pretty quiet, perhaps I could get away with having a little bit of fun with this girl. "How old are you?"

The little kid holds up five fingers. "Five mister."

I nod and wave for her to come the rest of the way into my stale. "Come on in and I'll show you what this thing can do."

The little girl slides the rest of the way in, standing up and looking at my cock with a little bit of wonder. "Ooooooh...my daddy has one of these! He has me play with his all the time!"

This was almost too good to be true, not only was this little tyke only five, but it would seem like she'd done this before. "Well, maybe you should play with mine like you play with your daddies."

The little girl breaks into a giant smile. "Really!? Yay!" Being as short as she is, she doesn't have to get down onto her knees. Instead, the little girl plants her lips right on the head of my cock.

My eyes bolt wide open and I let out a little gasp. Her little five year old mouth is so warm, so soft, and so tight. My cocks pretty big for the child to handle and all she's able to get in her mouth is the head. But that's more than enough, and soon my hands are on top of her little head as she sucks away at my cock.

Just before I shoot my load into the little girl's mouth, she pulls off. I'm honestly pissed, having been so close and denied an orgasm. "Hey!" I protest.

"But...don't you want me to jump on your stick?" She asks, pulling up her skirt to reveal a little perfectly pink pussy. The girl climbs up onto the toilet, and before I know it she's trying to slide my throbbing cock into her little five year old pussy. "Oooooh, you're bigger then daddy!" She moans.

"Fuck..." I pant, moan and sigh as I feel the tight little cunt try and stretch wider then it was ever meant to in order to receive my cock. "...I-I think you m-might be too tight..." But just as I say this, the little grunts and pushes of the girl pay off.

I let out a gasp and nearly cum as my cock thrusts into the girl. The inside of her little pussy is so warm, soft and incredibly tight. I can see on her tummy a little bulge where the head of my cock shows, only adding to how small this girl is.

But the size or the little bulge on her tummy don't seem to bother her. In fact, she's enjoying herself, and thrusts her little body up and down on my raging hard cock.

I can't help myself, I grab the little hips of my young partner and start thrusting her up and down on my cock, my hips twitching as I go further and further into the ecstasy that is fucking a little five year old cunt.

And then, with one powerful thrust, I let out a long moan as I spray the little girls insides with my cum. The little girl moans as thick white seed dribbles down the sides of my cock and out her tiny pussy.

A minute later and I'm back in the waiting room, where I wait an entire hour before I'm finally called back into the office. "Modern age where we can go fast" my ass.

To my surprise, the little girl that had so recently been thrusting herself onto my cock was there, standing next to the fat man.

"Sit down Raymond."

"Henry."

"Of course of course." He clears his throat. "Listen, my daughter here has been telling me a lot about you Raymond, telling me how you kept her entertained." The fat man leans forward in his chair. "So I'll tell you what. I'm a divorced man and it's easier for me to just have my little angel come here to work with me. So I'll give you the job as long as you can continue to..."entertain" my little angel."

This was too good to be true; Not only would I be getting a job, but I'd also get to fuck a five year old on a daily basis.

"Do we have a deal?"

To Be Continued...(?)