Business Solutions

[ Mg, g(8), cons, reluc, oral, preteen, pedo ]

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Published: 1-Nov-2012

Word Count: 3268

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"Wakey wakey, Nathan!" A voice called, lulling him out of a dreamless sleep.

The world was a blur. Above him, a bright light shone directly at him. It was cool, cold even. No blankets or comfort beneath him. His arm ached, but when he tried to shift it, he made no progress. He was on his back. And as more of his senses came back, he realized what was going on. The ache was constricted wrists and ankles. The coldness was the open air on his body.

Nathan yanked at each of his limbs to no avail. The straps holding him down were tight. Underneath him, the surface was unyielding metal. The lights were harsh, leaving nothing of his form to the imagination. All he could do was buck his hips and crane his neck. With his head still swirling from whatever put him out, thinking was not his best skill at the moment.

"Good to see you back, Nathan. I was worried you had skipped out on us." The man talking sounded familiar. "Especially without ever getting to be the star of one of my films, you know. After all the training you must have gone through to become an undercover cop, and yet you didn't even get to take advantage of the freedom."

Nathan let his head rest against the table. He was found out. It had taken four months of prodding to get into the studio. And he was supposed to be bringing it down. There was no point in denying it. "You going to kill me?"

The owner of the studio laughed. "Lord, no, of course not. What do you take for? Some amoral beast?"

"Yeah, I do," Nate groaned.

"I suppose you would, as would your bosses. But I'm not so bad."

"From my perspective, I'm sure you understand why I've got reason to disagree."

The owner nodded sagely. "I do. But I think you will see it in a different light in a moment." He opened a small case to the side and pulled out a syringe. "You see, I have a way of handling undercover cops that is rather unique. Has anyone ever told you that you would make a good porn actor? Nice physique, respectable cock size. Chiseled face and all that." The owner stabbed him with the needle and shot whatever fluid it was in before carefully cleaning up the tiny needle hole. "Have you ever considered doing some risque porn films, Nathan?"

"I'm not acting in one of your sicko flicks," Nate growled. "I'm going to put this place in the ground and you behind bars for life."

"I doubt that." The owner leaned forward over the table and daintily grasped Nathan's cock, which was growing hard of its own volition. "My dear boy, you're excited already. I think your language dost disagree with your phallus!" The theatrical grin of the director turned maniacal in the single-direction light.

"What was in that?"

"Just a little something to keep your energy up, my boy. You are going to need it. Have I ever introduced you to one of my stars?" The man looked out into the darkness, beyond the spotlights. "Melody, could you join us at the table?"

She was only eight years old. That's what Nathan first thought. Dressed in a fluffy princess robe, she shuffled into the light. She was done up with a light blush and her hair in curls. Her skin was a porcelain white, her eyes a crystal blue. Taken together, she was like a perfectly crafted doll, the kind that collectors often bid for. And though her beauty and sweetness were undeniable as she stood patiently at Nathan's side, he had seen thumbnails that would make adjectives such as those blush with embarrassment or even cry.

"Melody is my best actress. And while you may have seen some of her work on video, some performances are just made to be experienced first hand." He wrapped a gentle arm around her, drawing her to the edge of the table. He smiled down at her. "What do you think, Melody?"

She stared at Nathan for a moment, but didn't say anything.

"You don't have to do this," Nate groaned, straining against a strap tightened to his neck.

"And you have little authority on what she does and does not have to do, Nate, my boy!" The director slapped Nathan's chest harder than necessary. "Let's not dally with the commentary, shall we? Melody, positions please." The director wisked off into the darkness as Melody obediently disappeared to the other end of the table.

"Action!"

At Nathan's feet, the small figure of Melody climbed atop the table. Wisps of faux fur lining tickled at his calves. Straining to see, the sweet little blonde-headed thing was on her hands and knees, slowly scaling him. Her robe was open, hanging down. Her flat chest, pale even in the shadows cast over it, lay exposed. "No... no... Don't do this..." he groaned. Even as he managed to say the word, the glances of warm flesh and soft materials were causing his erection to strain uncomfortably even in the open air.

Like a miniature erotic dancer, she crawled low across his body, looking up to him as she did. His cock jumped when she passed over his torso, letting the head drag over her immature chest and rounded tummy. It was the softest, most plush body he had ever felt, a reality Nathan was not prepared to even imagine. And like a baby serpent, Melody rose up until she sat atop him, pressing his rigid shaft to her mound. With her legs spread and her lips smiling, it looked as if that massive thing was hers all along. With a flourish, she slid out of her robe and tossed it off of the table.

Straddling me like a giant rocking horse, ten little fingers found themselves on Nathan's shaft, eliciting a groan and a blush from him. He tried hard not to look, not to feel aroused, but it was clear that she knew what she was doing with it. In only moments, those two hands had strategically placed themselves under the head of his tensing cock and began pumping away at it.

Nathan humped into her hands with little control of himself. Every time he managed to look up at her, it felt like a punch to the stomach. She hugged her frame to the base of his dick, as if she was masturbating a giant cock somehow attached to her. And her little hands were trained by what Nathan imagined were years of sex for the camera. Tickling the underside of his dick, squeezing him tight in all the right places, it felt like he was being milked.

"Jesus, stop! I won't tell, please!" he groaned. He didn't beg because it hurt, but because it felt too good. A feeling was growing inside, with every stroke bringing it closer to the light. "Please, stop. I'm going to..."

Just as he felt it get to no return, it all stopped. Nathan's cock, flexing and twitching, felt only the cool air of the studio. Pre-cum flowed like a fountain, but the sensations slowed down. With it came the relief of knowing he did not cum on a little girl like the bastards who acted in his films. It was over and he made it.

Melody gave a canned giggle, watching him catch his breath. She grabbed his cock once more, rubbing the new lubricant around his shaft. Her thumb found the source of the fluid, the top of his shaft, and drew circles around it, all over the purple, swollen shaft between her legs. As Nathan looked up to her once more, he found the eight year old girl licking her sticky fingers as if chocolate might have covered them. Nathan tried his hardest to remind himself how repugnant it was.

For a moment, he found some semblance of peace as her hands unceremoniously released Nathan's cock to slap against his abs. But it lasted only a moment. Melody had spun herself around and returned to all fours. Only six inches from Nathan's face were the pert, hairless lips of a little girl. They shone with what he assumed was his own precum. They looked so pliable as she shifted her hips, stretching them one way and then another. Though he tried to turn his face away, it was difficult to avoid looking at her pussy or, at least, her equally smooth thighs straddling his neck.

The distraction didn't last long. Though Nathan dared not look forward for doing so would place her immature mons in his face, the heated, wet touch at his cock told him everything he needed to know. A pair of tiny lips teased at his glands. Melody was on his cock again, but she took little time to drive his shaft two inches deep into her mouth.

"Oh God," Nathan groaned, barely able to keep a rhythm of breathing up. It didn't matter that a girl so little couldn't deep throat or even get the majority of him into her mouth. That tongue and the tightness of her lips alone sent the undercover cop wild with pleasure. It became impossible to deny her abilities, even as innocent as he wanted to believe her to be.

It helped none when his eyes followed a few fingers reaching between her legs. Without dalliance, two fingers dipped into the tightly closed lips of her puffy vagina and plied them apart. Before Nathan lay the pink insides of her flower, including the tiny passage desired by so many perverts around the world. Above it sat the rounded hood of a little girl's clit, which she toyed with before his very eyes. The pink nail polish matched her insides.

The images before his eyes matched with the sensations in his crotch. Animalistic pleasure took over him. His hips bucked into her mouth, something little Melody wasn't ready for. Though she gagged several times, Nathan could barely compute her struggles anymore for the sight of vagina and the feel of heat and sex.

Nathan crashed through his breaking point with a wild groan, straining every muscle he had in his body. His vocalizations were quickly smothered as his neck heaved up and buried his mouth into the girl's mound. Melody pushed back as she kept up her sucking, taking the vibration to her little vagina. As spasm after spasm burst through him, Nathan held his face buried in her open pussy.

For a while, it was a blur of the little girl nursing on his still-hard cock and tasting the inner lips and clit of a girl not even old enough to walk to school on her own. Nathan was in a daze brought on by perhaps the most powerful orgasm he had yet experienced in his life. Had his limbs have been free, perhaps he would have held her body, touched her in all the ways he touched all women of fantasy. Instead, he just savored the pleasures of a female on him.

Eventually, the serenity faded and Nathan the undercover officer came back to the reality of the situation. He abandoned with incredible guilt the glimmering mound, even as it dripped with his own saliva. With a thump, Nathan let his head rest against the metal table he was strapped to. Glancing forward, a cum-splattered blonde little girl nuzzled his erection lovingly.

"Well done! Quite the show, my boy!" called the director from the distance. "I quite liked the part where you painted her face with your cum while you ate her out. And to think I wasted that injection on a pedophile! Regardless, the viewers will love this one."

Nathan's face turned bright red. "I am not one of you sickos," he managed.

"Is that so?" the director asked as he appeared at the table's edge. One of his spindly fingers found her pussy and dipped a finger into her crevice. He drew it to the end and tugged a few times where the lips ended, making the whole package twitch. "I think you are more like us than you have been letting on."

"No..." Nathan muttered.

"I suppose we will need more convincing. And since you and your patriotic flag pole is still at full mast, we can jump into the second half." As Melody's little twat disappeared, replaced only with the blinding lamp light, the director disappeared back into the darkness. Nathan's eyes slowly readjusted to the bright film lighting. His acting partner had returned to facing him while sitting on his legs.

The director was right. Nathan was barely able to see anything through his orgasm, but Melody's cheeks were slick with now watery cum, most of which had drizzled down her neck like tears. Now, she sat atop his shaft, pressing it into his stomach. The lips of the sweet tunnel he had tasted parted slightly across the hairy, swollen shaft underneath it. With a mischievous smile, she lewdly rubbed her pussy along the trapped cock below. The reward, it seemed, was a more lubricated dick. Nathan was sure that this wasn't her, but it didn't matter much how it happened.

Nathan was beginning to moan and lose himself once more in the sensations Melody was bringing when she slowed to a stop. The pressure on his muscular legs let up. Nathan looked up to find her crouching over him and rubbing herself. Though his embarrassing instinct was to stare at her fingers and the work being done between her spread lips, he could not help but look into her eyes. As if it was something she was waiting for, little Melody took up his cock like a spear and lined up her immature pussy. Sliding the leaking cock head over her lips, it seemed impossible that this was to happen at all. Two pink-painted fingers pressed his helmet. Nathan gasped as the head of his cock pushed her little pussy lips open, stretching wide to surround the tip. He could feel it narrowing around the very tip of him, leading to an entrance he was certain was not designed for him- or anyone for that matter.

It didn't stop her. While keeping a careful grip on the meat under her, little Melody let gravity carry her down. The silken passage pulled taut around the cock, squeezing tightly. For the first time, the two of them moaned together, a harmony of the penetrator and penetrated. The insides of this sweet, innocent little girl were a velveteen perfection, unforgiving in its unwillingness to let go. Nathan was incapable of waiting for her to begin riding, already hunching his hips upward into her.

Melody needed only ride the waves of desperate fucking that her partner created. The eight year old starlet focused only on keeping on her feet as Nathan drove himself up into little passage. With only three inches into her, he could feel a bottoming out, a wall in his way. And yet he pushed on it anyway, heaving as much of himself into her and out of her that she could take. For her part, she held on like a proper cow girl, riding each and every buck of her stallion.

The room echoed with a dissonant harmony of debauchery, of the deep voice of a man and the squeels and whimpers of a girlish waif. Behind it, they moaned to the beat of the dull, wet thump made from slippery cock slamming into prepubescent twat. The song was accompanied by the image of hairless pussy stretched wide, baby fat rippling from impact, blonde curls bouncing behind the beat, little preteen muscles straining to stay standing. Both of their faces were the same, bright red and clenched from the sensations overwhelming their minds.

Something changed, but Nathan barely had the mind to notice it. His brain had become so narrow, so tightly focused on fucking this girl. Without realizing it, his hands were upon her waist. He grabbed her shoved his cock as deep as it would go, then withdrew the slimy shaft to the tip, then drove her thin frame back down onto it. He fucked harder and he fucked faster. He kept her body where he wanted it, put his cock where he wanted it.

Nathan sat up from the table and grabbed her face, put their lips together. He opened her mouth and climbed inside with his tongue as he plowed into her pussy. She kissed back. He uttered filthy words into her mouth and neck, grabbed her ass, tasted her skin. And she clung to his chest and neck, holding on for all her might. For over a half an hour, Nathan was a man driven to fuck.

When he finally came, he did with her held tight against him, holding her back and ass in his palms. She wailed into his chest as the ravaging member inside her erupted into a pussy too small to hold him, let alone his seed. His cum squeezed out between his shuddering thrusts, drenching the underside of his exposed shaft.

They remained this way for minutes, trying to catch their breath. Her freshly fucked pussy still held tight. The sex-clouded mind of the police officer was beginning to clear despite the afterglow he was wrapped in. But the world returned. The lighting first, then the table, the cameras, and finally the restraints. He sat on the table, half free and holding an eight year old still impaled on his cock. Nathan looked towards the camera, the realization coming into view.

His mind filled with horror as he freed himself from the arms of the nude child on him, trying to lay her limp form on the table between his legs. Nathan's cock slipped free of her, making an audible pop followed by a gush of warm, thick cum. Her twat hung open a little, oozing the remaining fluids inside her. The vision of it alone caused him to stare.

"And... cut!" the director shouted. "Truly stunning work, my boy! Absolutely stunning. An incredible foray into the industry if I must say."

"That wasn't..."

"Your fault? Come now, Nate. You know as well as I do that that is not true. Heck, if you would like to debate it, I have some lovely evidence over here..."

"I didn't want that!" Nathan roared, taking a second glance at the cum-soaked preteen draped across his legs.

"That would sound more convincing if you didn't use her like a fuck toy for the last twenty minutes with your own two hands, my boy." The director laughed. "And I think your badge won't protect you from the prosecution saying you switched sides."

Nathan moved to jump the target of his fury, but his ankles were still secured and a naked girl still lay across his legs. With everything so far out of reach, Nathan surrendered to the reality. His life was over. "So now what?"

The director smiled. "An excellent question. Well, this is going to be our next release. So, I can usher you back into the hands of your beloved law enforcement agency for the various charges associated with fucking a little girl until she quite nearly passes out. I understand they get you several times over for that sort of thing. Or..."

Nathan tried to imagine that future. "Or what?"

"Well, I do have an opening for an actor."

Nathan looked down at Melody, laying sound asleep on his legs, her hair astray and her body covered in his sex. "I'll take it."

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dezurtdawg

It really helps the reader if you decide which tense you are going to write your story in and then stick with it. You didn't! For example, you wrote: 'Straddling me like a giant rocking horse, ten little fingers found themselves on Nathan's shaft, eliciting a groan and a blush from him.' Goes from first person to third person in the blink of an eye! You can do better.

Anonymous

Whoa. This was a master stroke

wet cunt

Oh my pussy is so wet now!

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