I just want to tell the world what a great wife I have. Sorry, I don't mean to make anybody jealous, and I don't mean to brag, but I thought it would be a nice romantic gesture to tell everyone that Mandy Griffith is the hottest, sweetest, most wonderful girl on the planet.

Don't get me wrong: I know this story site is not designed for this kind of thing and you are here to read fantasy stories about kiddie porn, or whatever, so if you want to skip this one and move onto something that you can stroke your meat to, dude, go right ahead. I don't judge you negatively at all, and I won't be offended. Different stroke for different folks.

And it's not like Mandy would be everyone's cup of tea. I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Still, at only 23-I am forty-four by the way-I think she looks smashing. She's kind of a cross between Megan Fox and Jessica Alba. Some guys really seem to like that kind of thing. And she dresses like a total porn slut, really tight, short leather skirts, pantiless; hot pink lycra halter tops with nasty, slutty sayings printed on them, such as "I Swallow," which barely cover her round, pert tits and perfectly show off her permanently erect nipples. Throw in a pair of red ridiculously tall high heels and enough dripping red lip-gloss to varnish the whole of the Titanic and there you have her: one nubile, obedient, willing, nymphomaniacal fuck-toy who's never yet said, "No!" to any of my commands. Her pussy is always bald and always wet.

I met Mandy the first time she came into the CD shop that I worked at. She was only 17. As I showed her where the latest CD that she wanted was, Mandy stood close enough to me to rub her tits against my arm. When she was sure that nobody was looking, she took my big hand and placed it under her skirt, letting me feel how wet her pussy was. My head was swimming, my heart was racing, I was wondering what the fuck was going on, as I began fingering this total stranger, who came almost immediately, humping herself wildly against this stranger's hand and arm.

Needless to say, we were nearly inseparable after that. Mandy admitted that she had been molested as a little girl. A child pornographer named Jim Rodgers had lived in her neighbourhood and began touching her inappropriately at age 6. Soon the still photos started, kiddie nudes of the little girl fingering her pussy and putting toys up her snatch. Within months, Mandy was fucking, sucking and swallowing on the big screen, apparently becoming very popular on the kiddie porn market. Then, suddenly, one day, Jim disappeared from the neighbourhood and left little Mandy, who by now was eight, all fired up with nobody to fuck.

So, she seduced her dad. Mandy told me all this slowly, sensually, while stroking my cock one night with baby oil. She slowly told me how good it felt to be molested, while masturbating me, pumping it up and down, expertly swirling her little hand around my dick with each stroke. Despite being incredible turned on, I told her how sorry I was for her while secretly wishing that I could have fucked her six year old cunt. Mandy shocked me by saying that she loved every minute of it and that she wishes she knew where this Jim Rodgers is today, so she could thank him.

I felt a little weird meeting her dad the first time, but was soon put at ease when I saw what a healthy, happy, loving relationship they had together. The old man was soon slapping me on the back, offering cigars and handing me shots of whiskey. He turned out to be a great guy in every way.

But it wasn't until I lost my job at the factory, two years into our marriage that I came to realize just what a special girl my wife was. I mean, we had a mortgage to pay, and on top of that, our own little darling pumpkin Cindy had just been born. I had no fucking idea in this economy how I was going to feed my family and keep a roof over our heads. Day after day I'd walk the streets, going business to business, looking for work. Shit, that was the lowest my life ever got. I'd have taken anything!

One day I got home and Mandy was waiting for me, practically nude as always, looking totally delicious, her nipples pert and pussy dripping. The baby was asleep so we had time to ourselves to fuck each other's brains out. Afterwards, while she was cleaning me up with her mouth, sucking her own ass juice off my cock, she mumbled something. "Urmpph, wubm, slurrrp," the hungry slut said.

"Don't talk with a full mouth, baby, I can't understand a word you just said!"

Mandy lifted her head and said, "Baby, I've been thinking. Maybe I could go out and get a job, and you stay home to look after Cindy." I could tell that she had been thinking this through.

"Sweetheart, what the fuck are you going to do?" I asked her in a very straight-forward way. In many ways she was still naïve about the way the world worked, and I wanted her to be realistic about our situation. "You've never worked a day in your life."

The adorable little fuck-puppet wrinkled her nose playfully. Turning her attention back to my cock, she took a quick lick of it's deflating head. "Well...(another lick)...I DID work for Jim, and I WAS very...(lick, lick, lick)...VERY good at it. So...I was thinking..."

The plan she outlined was brilliant. Mandy was going to be a secretary. Now, she can't type. She can't spell. She can barely turn on a computer and you wouldn't trust her to answer your phone. Much as I love her, my wife is one of those airy girls who can't chew gum and think at the same time, and she chews gum all the time. But none of this would matter. Mandy was going to write a sexual resume. When she lost her virginity, first ass-fuck, what age her first bukkake was-it was 9-how deep she could take a cock down her throat-12 inches and counting-and details of her biggest gangbang so far: 36 guys, four women, age 14.

She was going to send this resume around all the biggest local companies with a cover letter explaining that she, little cock-sucking, cum-drinking Mandy Griffith was a secretary that men could sexually discriminate against, and she would love it. They could walk up behind her in the Xerox room, without any preliminaries and shove a finger up inside her. They could call her into a board meeting and order, "Cunt, serve us coffee! No, on your hands and knees, naked." They could walk up to her desk, grab her pig-tails, and pull her onto the floor and order her to suck. They could demand that she spend the whole day kneeling in the men's room with mouth open, being used as a human urinal. No matter what they did, as long as they didn't leave any permanent marks, she would giggle and never, ever, complain, resist or refuse.

Since the state that we live in allows escorting, she would be on the books as an "Entertainer." It would all be legit. Lawyers would draw up her contract. You can imagine the mad rush to hire her once the companies received her resume. A bidding war began that took weeks to resolve itself. Luckily I was out of a job, so I could drive her all over the city, sometimes to the same company more than once. They sometimes just had to check out her blowjob skills one more time before making up their mind. Then one more time after that. The interviews were all great fun and I accompanied her to many of them, just to make sure that she was treated...Well, if not actually respectfully, then let's just say that I was on call to make sure that she got treated like the whore she is. Childminding was never a problem because Mandy's dad Tommy was always willing to take care of little Cindy, giving her all the adult attention that only a doting granddad can. At least we always knew that our pretty little pumpkin was in good, loving hands. Tommy was very supportive of his daughter during those rough months. He'd wave us off with the kind words, "Now you go to that interview and suck your heart out, honey!"

When the dust finally settled, and the war was over, Mandy had been won by the country's largest aluminium producer. She got seven figures, plus an expense account. The only rule was that nobody except me actually got to fuck her ass or pussy. Call me old fashioned. I guess, but I'm a romantic. Mandy loved her job from the first day, and always came home more turned on than the day before. The only qualms I had about the whole arrangement was when she would bend down to kiss little Cindy with sperm on her breath, or when she'd breastfeed the tiny angel with dried spunk flaking off her nipples. But she is such a loving perfect mother to our daughter in every other way, that I'm easily able to overlook those little shortcomings.

And of course, when the money started pouring in all my reservations melted. I bought movie cameras, professional lighting equipment, microphones and editing software. I know that all proud dads love to document their children's development but let's just say I went a little overboard. Mandy accuses me of being overly anal when it comes to Cindy. I can't help it; I love her to pieces.

So anyway, I think I've got the best wife in the world but I'm sorry to brag. And I'm sorry to all you perverts out there that there isn't actually any child abuse in my story. We, in fact, found LOLIWOOD STUDIOS one night when we typed "Jim Rodgers, kiddie-porn" into Google. Jim, if you're still out there, thanks for molesting my wife. You've turned her into the woman that she is today. I know that all cases of child rape don't turn out with such a happy ending, but our's certainly did.

When Mandy came home from work today it was nearly midnight. She had to work late. She was exhausted, limping. I guessed that they used the black dildo on her ass again. It happens. Downside of the job, I guess. I was lying on the sofa, on my back. My knees were propping up our tiny blond darling, who was sleeping peacefully, sucking her thumb. I was watching tv.

"Did she have a nightmare again?" her mommy whispered tenderly.

"Yeah." Cindy has frequent nightmares. I guess it happens. She's two and a half. She dreams that bad men are chasing her. No matter how many times Mandy tells her patiently that there are no such things as bad men, the nightmares continue. "Tell her to talk to strangers, that might help," Mandy suggested. She knelt down and affectionately stroked our daughter's hair. "Jim used to make me talk to strangers and it really helped me."

Mandy kissed me, a deep passionate sexy kiss. We gazed into each other's eyes. If I had wanted to, I know I could have face-fucked her there and then, grabbing her hair and gagging her till she puked up, and she would love every minute of it. But I could see that she was tired. "It was a good day," I told her. "I took Cindy to the park and we fed the ducks. Then we came home and baked muffins. She had a bit of a tantrum when I told her to do something she didn't want to do, but then we kissed and made up. It was a nice day...we missed you."

"That's the third tantrum this week," Mandy said. "I had a talk with her when I got home yesterday and told her that she has to be a good girl for daddy. I told her that she has to do whatever you tell her to do because you are her daddy and you're helping her grow up into a big girl."

"Thank you," I said, happy for the support.

Mandy lifted up little Cindy's pink Minnie Mouse nightie to admire the sight of my fully erect daddy cock buried to the hilt up our little pumpkin's bald cunt. The fullness of my dick caused a visible bulge in the little girl's tummy. It was so sweet. Mandy stroked my belly, and lightly traced her finger nails against our exposed genitals, maternally brushing Cindy's doll-sized clit.

"God, that's so pretty!" Mandy gushed. "I never tire of seeing that! Want me to jack you off?" When I grunted 'yes' Mandy ordered me to stretch my legs out straight. As I did so, she took her warm left hand and put it on the small of our baby's back to support her. She then scooted her right hand under Cindy's small thighs, pinning her sexy legs up against her tummy. Mandy then started slowly lifting the preteen up and let me tell you, the tightness of a two-and-a-half year old is out of this world! As Mandy pulled her up, our daughter's pussy gripped tight to her daddy's cock, as if she didn't want to let it go, as if she wanted her daddy's dick tight against her cervix forever. Then my amazing wife started working her back down, molesting her own little daughter with her husband's cock. With each stroke it got a little easier, until Mandy had a beautiful rhythm going, fucking our sweetie's cunt a little faster, treating Cindy like she was our personal little piece of meat. It was so erotic, so loving, that I didn't think I could last long inside that hot little twat. If you've never used a tweenie as a fuck-puppet, let me tell you boy, have your woman go down to the local park and kidnap one, right away. Cause the feel is exquisite!

Mandy encouraged me. "Yeah, that's right, Mommy is fucking you pumpkin on daddy's hard, big beautiful prick. Mommy likes raping you, honey! Mommy loves it when you make daddy feel good, baby. Use your tiny baby-hole to make daddy feel like a man, pumpkin, let him fuck you, let him fuck you, let him fuck you! Mommy loves watching you get raped, honey!"

Of course, Cindy woke up a little, but seeing that she was safe and secure, that she was with both her mommy and daddy and that she was making Daddy feel good, she just smiled sleepily and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. Sucking her tiny thumb, the small prostitot went back contentedly to sleep while her daddy got closer and closer to inseminating her adorable little cunt.

"Aaaaaaah," I shouted, unable to hold back any longer, pumping blast after hot blast of daddy-cum up the lil' bitch's baby maker. When the orgasm finally subsided, Mandy lifted our teeny-weenie angel off my softening cock. It released from the tight confines of her hot kiddie-snatch with an audible PLOP! and a warm torrent of spunk poured out of her gaping hole. Mandy cradled our daughter lovingly in her arms.

"Honey, can you clean that up yourself?" Mandy yawned. "I'm shattered. I'll tuck her in upstairs, ok?"

"Of course, sweetheart." I said, already wiping myself clean with a pair of Cindy's panties that I had taken off earlier and which were still lying on the floor. They'll dry. She'll wear them tomorrow.

"Oh, did you remember to make copies of our home movies for Dad?" Mandy turned around and asked just before leaving the room. "You know I'm seeing him Saturday."

"Hey, has your brilliant husband ever let you down?" I said, stretching out my arms with a kind of "c'mon, trust me' gesture. "They're over on the TV."

Mandy walked over and picked them up. The first was labled "Griffith summer vacation, Niagra, 2011." The second one bore the writing, "Cindy sucks off Grampa and Friends."

"Baby, you are great!" Mandy blew me a kiss and was gone. So like I said, my piece-of-ass wife is the best in the world. Wouldn't you agree?