At only 11 years old, Tatum was a very talented young lady. She had taught herself to play guitar, and took every opportunity to perform in front of anyone who would take the time to listen. She had convinced her mother to go to Nashville and let her try for a record deal. After all, LeAnn Rimes and Tanya Tucker had both done it at 12. That was only one year older than she was now.

Mama gave in (as always) and off they went. Tatum was wearing a short denim skirt and a print shirt that just covered her tummy. On her feet were cowboy boots. Her blonde hair was in two pony-tails. Her guitar looked too big for her petite frame, but she carried it with pride. A mutual friend had set up an audition with a record producer. This was unusual, but the producer was persuaded to give the little girl a chance. For him, it would be a change of pace and a break from the morning's busy schedule.

Tatum's Mama had told her that she may have to convince the producer to pay attention to her. Being from a down-to-earth country family, Tatum knew what that meant. She was prepared. Mama had taught her what she would need to do and she had been a quick learner, just like everything else she tried.

Mama sat in the waiting room. As she wished her daughter luck, she knew Tatum's life was probably about to change dramatically. She just hoped the producer wouldn't take advantage of her without giving something back.

Nervous, Tatum took a deep breath, then walked into the producer's office. He was sitting behind a huge desk, but stood to greet her.

"Hi, Tatum, I'm Edward Walsh. I hear good things about you. Make yourself comfortable and let's see what you have. Oh, and by the way, I'll be recording our session to show my partners later." He pointed to a stool and returned to his desk.

Tatum looked at the stool. It was high enough that she would have to climb, and he would probably be able to see under her skirt as she did, as well as when she was sitting on it. Oh well, that was part of it, she supposed. At least she had worn new panties today.

Mr. Walsh turned on the cameras from a remote and settled back to watch the show. It had been a while since he had "auditioned" anyone this young. He usually had to get the vid's from his brother in L.A. Only a couple of times was he fortunate enough to be present at the "auditions" out there.

He had chosen the stool on purpose. The height was perfect for views from his desk. The camera mounted on the edge of the desk caught everything as well. There were two other cameras to catch separate angles. Little Miss Tatum was wearing red panties with white hearts on them. Her skirt had ridden up while she climbed up, and her spread legs revealed the confirmation of his first peek.

As she began to sing, he noted she did have talent. Although young, her voice showed promise. This might not be such a hard sell after all. And she was pretty good on the guitar. According to her packet, she could also play banjo, mandolin and the piano.

His erection was growing as he stared at the beauty before him. She had used lip gloss and her lips appeared more full than they probably were. That was the only make up she had applied. Edward was ready.

"Tatum, that was very good," he told her as he switched off the first camera. At the same time, he switched on two other cameras in another part of his office. These would catch the rest of the audition.

"Let me help you down, now. We'll sit on the sofa and talk a while." He took her guitar, leaning it against his desk and helped her from the stool. His hands were on her sides (in a fatherly way) and his thumbs brushed against her budding breast mounds.

This is it, she thought. He's seen my panties, touched my boobies, now comes the rest. Oh well, it will be worth it if I can get a contract. A deep breath and she followed him to the sofa. She sat next to him, turned sideways with her legs slightly spread.

"Tatum, I'll get right to it. This is a tough business. I granted the audition as a favor to a friend. You do have some talent," one of his hands was on the back of the sofa, the other was now resting on her bare thigh. "Tell me something. How badly do you want a contract? And before you answer, understand it will be difficult to sell you to the general country audience. People your age will expect you to sing songs that apply to them.

"The song you just sang was more of an adult theme. How adult do you want to go?" he ended with a squeeze on her thigh. His fingers were inches from the bottom of her skirt, and she knew he could see her panties.

Her heart was beating about a thousand times a minute, it seemed to her. Another deep breath, and she spread her legs a little more. She reached down and pulled her skirt a little higher. Her red panties were now very obvious. She looked up at him and gave a (what she thought anyway) very seductive smile.

"I'll do what it takes, Mr. Walsh. I'm ready." With that, she put her hand on his, and directed it to her pre-teen cunny. Her eyes closed and she lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs even wider. He knew she had been coached, and was ready. He gave her cunny a squeeze and sat back.

"Alright, Tatum. You say you're ready. Prove it." In the position he was in, his erection was very obvious. The front of his pants were tented. She looked at it, then stood. To his surprise (and her credit), she unfastened her skirt and let it fall. She stepped out of it, then lifted her top over her head, shaking her blonde hair as she did. She wasn't wearing a bra, and now stood wearing only her red panties and the boots.

Another deep breath, and the panties came down. She left her boots on. Her pussy mound was beginning to take on definition, but was still hairless. Even though she was still developing, Tatum was a very sexy young lady. Edward's cock throbbed even more in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Kneeling in front of him, she fumbled with his belt and zipper, then released the engorged member. Her eyes widened as she looked at the 7" cock. Her first man-cock to see up close, and certainly the first to touch. There was a few drops of pre-cum that had seeped from the slit on the swollen head. She ran her fingers through it, and licked them clean. Mama had told her about this. They had practiced with her little brother as a model, but his wasn't nearly this big!

Edward stood only enough to kick off his boots and slide his pants and boxers off. Pulling his polo shirt over his head, he was now more nude than his ambitious star. Sitting down again, Tatum moved back into position. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and licked the tip. Her slender hands were around the shaft. He could feel the callouses on her fingertips from playing stringed instruments.

She managed to get the head between her lips, but couldn't advance more than 2 or 3". What was left, she was slowly stroking up and down. She went from sucking on the head to licking the shaft. He was hard, excited, and ready to fill her young mouth. He wondered how many times she had done this, but didn't want to interrupt her to ask.

She would look up for approval, which he gave in the form of moans and a look of pure pleasure on his face. He took hold of her two ponytails and used them as if they were reins. Mama had told her he would probably like that. Mama was right again.

She took him back into her mouth, trying to swallow more. She managed to get over half in before gagging. Continuing to jack, she hoped he was close. Her jaws were sore!

"OK, Tatum, I'm very close. Do you know what happens when a guy cums?" She nodded as she continued to suck. Arching his back to meet her, he yelled out just before he exploded: "I'M CUMMMMINGGGGG!!!!"

Tatum caught her first load of man juice in the back of her throat. She swallowed and gulped. Mama had told her there might be a lot, so she needed to be ready. She could feel some of the thick liquid dribbling from the corners of her mouth, but she managed to lick that before swallowing his entire load. Once finished, she made sure there was nothing left on the tip, then sat back on her heels.

"Tatum, WOW! Sweetie, that was amazing," Edward told her as he struggled for breath. I don't wanna know where you learned that, or how many times you've done it before. Just know that it was awesome!"

Feeling pleased she had performed properly, she smiled broadly at him. Her lipstick was smeared, but she didn't give it a second thought as she sat with her hands on her knees, waiting on his next request.

"Now, young lady, sit up here on the sofa, and lay back. It's my turn."

She wasn't sure what he had in mind. Mama hadn't mentioned this, unless he was about to relieve her of her maidenhood. She knew he had to be hard for that, and he wasn't. Still, she did as she was told and lay with her head on the arm of the sofa. One leg was on the cushion, the other on the floor. Edward moved onto the floor and lifted that leg over his shoulder. She wasn't ready for what happened next.

He leaned forward, scooted his hands under her bottom, and LICKED her cunny! And it felt GREAT!

"OHHHHHHHH!!!" she gasped as his tongue made contact with her virginal slit. He grinned up at her, then proceeded to eat her little pussy like he was a starving man who just sat down to a feast.

This time, it was she who was holding his head. She was arching her hips to make closer contact with his mouth. And oh my! What a job that mouth and tongue was doing! She felt a tingling deep down below her tummy. She wasn't sure what it was, but liked it. She almost thought she needed to pee, but that wasn't quite right either.

Edward had found her magic bump and sucked it across his teeth. That brought another squeal of pleasure from the little blonde. When his thumbs spread her lips to give him better access, that elicited another moan. If this was what it took to land a record deal, then she was in!

Those tingles continued to build as Edward worked over her clit, down the slit, then tongued her virginal hole. She couldn't get close enough to him to satisfy herself. She could feel her toes curl inside her boots, her leg muscles tense, and her bottom lift off the sofa.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" she cried out as her first orgasm washed over her.

He didn't give her much time to recover. While she was panting for air, he picked her up and lay her over the arm of the sofa. His formerly soft cock was now rock hard once more. Her little bottom was in the air, her gushing pussy was winking between her spread legs. Vaguely, she realized what was about to happen, but didn't care. If that gave her another feeling like the one she just had, bring it on!

"This will hurt for a second," she barely heard as she felt the tip of his cock spread her virgin lips. With one quick shove, she felt the membrane give way and her pussy begin to fill with the cock that had just emptied into her throat a few moments before.

She screamed into the cushion, but felt her body pushing back against him. Both of his hands were on her slender hips now, and he was pushing more of his cock inside her with each inward thrust. He looked down to see tinges of blood along his cock mixed with her juices. He loved the feeling of a virgin pussy spreading open for him. It had been too long, and she more than made up for the wait.

As he held onto her hips, he spread her cheeks. Her little puckered rose was begging for something to penetrate it, he thought. His thumb would do nicely, and he pressed against the sphincter as he entered her pussy with his cock once more.

"That's my booty!" she cried out, but found herself relaxing some to accept more of whatever he was pushing in. She figured it had to be his thumb, as his cock was pushing into her little kitty. She swore she could feel that cock inside her tummy!

He was pumping hard and fast now. Basically, he was brutally fucking the girl. Neither of them cared how hard he was pumping, as they were both nearing orgasm. She could feel the tingles beginning once more, and were rushing towards the place he was pushing his cock.

He could feel his balls swelling as the cum rushed once more through his plumbing and into his cock. She was trying to match his thrusts, and finally just let him set his own pace. The material on the arm of the sofa was rubbing that special button he had paid such fine attention to a few Mamaents ago.

"TatumMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! UNGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" he yelled as he held still and sprayed her pussy with his seed. She remembered the taste and feeling from when she swallowed it earlier, and imagined what it looked like as it filled her body.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!!!! OHHHHHH!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" as she experienced her second orgasm.

His cock was still sensitive and leaking as he pulled it from her abused pussy. Some of their juices was leaking and starting to run down the inside of her thighs. He pushed down on her back, and told her to lie still as he removed her boots and socks. Just as he had imagined, her toes were painted to match her fingernails and her feet were just as sexy as the rest of her.

Helping her stand now, he picked her up and carried her into his private bath. Standing her next to the shower, he turned it on, then stepped in with her. Gently, he washed her body, then rinsed her, avoiding her hair. He reminded himself to pick up a hair dryer for the next time.

Once finished, he toweled the young girl dry, then helped her dress. Once she was dressed and sitting on the sofa, still recovering, he dressed then sat next to her.

"Tatum," he began. She turned to look at him. "I'm convinced you deserve the chance to cut a demo. If you want to return day after tomorrow, I'll set it up. How many songs do you have ready. That means sheet music as well, so the studio musicians will know what you want."

She chewed on her lip for a moment before answering. "I have 6 now. I wrote all of them. Mama helped me with the music."

"That's great. Where are you staying? Do you have a hotel reservation yet?"

She shook her head. "We drove all night and stopped at a truck stop so I could shower and get ready. I don't think Mama has a place in mind yet."

"I'll have my secretary make some reservations. The bill will come to us. When you come back, wear something similar to what you have on now. By that, I mean a skirt or dress, maybe a sundress?. Fix your hair the same. There's someone I want you to meet. He's one of my partners.

"If all goes well with him, I'll arrange for you to meet some other folks at a party. We'll talk about that on Wednesday. I'll fill your Mama in on all the details. And by the way, I hope you realize what happens with me, stays with me. Understand?"

She nodded, her ponytails bouncing. "Yes sir. Mama said I might have to do stuff to get my deal. I'll do whatever you want. And I'll have the sheet music for you on Wednesday. What time and how long should I expect to stay? I'll need to let Mama know."

"Be here at 9. Expect to stay until at least 3. I'll have a car pick the two of you up at the hotel. After he drops you off, he can take your Mama wherever she wants to go. I'll also have a driver ready for you tomorrow if you want to go shopping. He will have an envelope with some spending money. Buy something nice. And Tatum, on Wednesday, I want you to look your age. No make up, OK?"

Another nod. As she stood, she turned to give him a hug. He squeezed the girl tightly to his body, then gave her a light kiss. He hoped this would be a very long business relationship.