OK, this is really quite simple. There are a lot of desperate middle-aged women out there who have substance abuse dependencies of some sort and financial problems. The one's I search for also have young daughters. I don't care what the women look like, it's their daughters I'm after. This is my sports pastime, and I've found it to be quite easy from time to time. It helps that I'm in good shape for a 47 year old. But, far more importantly, I'm well off financially. Two nice inheritances have made my life quite comfy. So, once a desperate woman gets a sense my disposable income through a ride in at my Mercedes E-Class Coupe, a tour of my Tudor home, an experience of my generous expenditures over dinner and fine wine, she's pretty much anything I want her to be. I'm all about being a sugar daddy for anything in possession of a cute pre-teen daughter. I do all my trolling on singles Internet sites. Many of these dumb-ass women actually have pictures with their daughters on their profiles, which makes my fishing all that much easier.

One such dumb-ass had a shot of her 10 year old daughter in a bikini that I couldn't resist. The desperate mother, Cynthia, was a skinny alcoholic bitch who, after only our second date, would do anything for me. I could barely contain my disgust for her total lack of self-respect. Before making my way to her daughter, Sara, I had her performing any sexual acts I wanted from her. In addition to sex of all sorts with me, I made her have sex with three old black guys, a fat ugly guy we met a bar, an old lesbian, and her dog. She was usually pretty drunk during the escapades.

About a month into our crazy relationship I paid her apartment rent and made her car payment, I bought her some clothes she needed, and twice I gave her a wad of cash, all in an unspoken exchange for being my sex slave. Now the time was right to make my move on Sara.

Sara was very cute, with short dark blond hair, big brown eyes and, despite her otherwise petite features she had a wide mouth with full lips. She was also painfully shy and pretty immature socially. She still played with dolls a lot, and she watched dumb cartoons on the TV. Cynthia and I usually had our sexual romps at my place, in the car, or in a hotel room. I slowly shifted matters to her small apartment, and Cynthia raised no objections to us having sex while Sara was not far away in another room. Once I arranged for three old black guys to come over after getting Cynthia pretty drunk in her apartment. I told them both I'd pay them each $200 for their time, and they could do anything they wanted with my woman friend. They took turns with her in her bedroom while Sara watched TV in the living room. It was pretty obvious to Sara what was going on.

The black guys were all high on something and were quite enjoying themselves. One guy had a fix on Sara and sat right next to her on the couch. I gave him a wink and a thumbs-up, and he proceeded to flirt with her big time. The other black guy, who was pretty fat, was enjoying the scene, and laughed and coaxed it along.

Sara was quite obviously petrified. She was blushing non-stop and only provided nervous giggles and one-word answers to the lurid questions and teasing. The third black guy finally came out of the bedroom, made his way to the living room and said, "Next!" and with a self-satisfied chuckle, lowered into a sofa chair and closed his eyes.

The fat black guy shot up and made his way to the bedroom saying, "I hope you didn't go a wear her out, Dude. I got me a 9 inch Johnson I need her to please."

Sara looked over to me with wide scared eyes, perhaps hoping I would rescue her. Noticing her glance toward me, the black guy looked over at me, too. I just looked away from Sara to him and gave him a wink.

That's all he needed to proceed. He stood up, scooped Sara up into his arms and lifting her high said, "Come on, Baby, I got something to so you." He carried her into down the hall and into her bedroom. I heard Sara's radio kick in pretty loud on a hip-hop station. About a half hour later the fat guy came out of the master bedroom pulling on his shirt saying laughingly, "Next! If there's any more left that is."

I got up and, walking down the hall said, "I'll let him know it's his turn." I made my way down to Sara's bedroom and opened the door.

The hip-hop was blaring loudly. I could barely see any of Sara. Only her skinny pale legs were visable on either side of the black guy who was humping away on top of her. I could hear her high-pitched weeping moans beneath him.

I watched for a few moments and then said, "He Dude, you want the woman now or are you OK in here?"

He replied, "No man, I'm good."

Sara let loose a much louder cry as if to call out for help. I just said, "OK, man. I see you're doing OK," and I shut the door and walked away.

About 15 minutes later, the guy came out of Sara's room and headed straight for the front door shouting back at his buddies that's its time to head out and that he's waiting in the car. The hip-hop was sill blaring from Sara's bedroom. The two guys slowly got up and left.

I went back to Sara's room and shut off the music. She was curled up naked in the fetus position on her bed faced towards the wall. Semen and a little blood were all over her butt and twat, and on the bed. She was weeping and out of breath. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

I stood there for a long time soaking it in. Then I took off my clothes and started beating off.

Finally Sara noticed my presence and looked around. Horrified, she looked at my smiling eyes, then down to my throbbing 8 inch prick, then back up to my eyes in disbelief and shock. In no time I had my cock thrusting in and out of her trembling mouth while pinching her little soft nipples. It didn't take long for me to erupt down her throat. She gagged and swallowed most of it, the rest spilling down her chin and onto her chest.

After sliding my cock out of her mouth I whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Sara. I won't tell your mother you coaxed that guy to have sex with you, and that you enjoyed it so much you also wanted to suck on my dick. It's just our little secret, OK? And because you were so nice to suck my dick I'm going to pay another rent bill for your mother. And I'll give her some money to buy you some nice clothes. Your Mom really wanted me to invite those black guys over to have sex with her. She loves black dick. But don't worry. I won't tell her you stole one of the guys for yourself, and that you got a piece of me, too."

Then I kissed her sweaty forehead and walked out the door forever.