William James: Child Sex Therapist-Client Too Young Part 4

By Leslie Schmidt

It was just a chance encounter. Bill was walking through the mall, there to buy a couple of pairs of pants now that the weather was turning and he wouldn't be able to go out in shorts anymore, at least for a few months. He was also picking up three pair of sweat pants, a good "working uniform" because, if he was wearing no shorts underneath, a new client would feel his cock easily through them when he lured her on to his lap. It was also incredibly sexy to feel the light frame of an 8 or 9 year old through the soft fleece.

Taylor saw him before he saw her. "Hi Mr. James!" she called across the stream of people walking down the middle concourse.

Bill had to search through the crowd before he saw Judy and Taylor standing at the entrance of the TJ Maxx. Judy was holding a couple of shopping bags under one elbow and Taylor's hand on the other side. She dropped it when Taylor pulled away, running across the mall to Bill.

"Well, hi there darling!" he said as she wrapped her arms around his thighs and ass, putting the side of her face against his cock. Judy walked up, holding out her hand for him to shake.

"Hi Bill, you doing some shopping for winter clothes too?" she nodded at the bag he was carrying.

"Oh, yeah, I guess summer's over," he said. The temperature had dropped into the upper 40's and it was raining, the weatherman had said something about highs in the 50's by weeks end. "You doing the same?"

"Kids Taylor's age grow so fast. She doesn't have a single thing from last year that still fits."

Bill thought to himself that he couldn't wait until she hit 60 pounds and 8 years old. Judy read his mind and smiled to herself, she had already decided that, if there were any way, she'd bring Taylor back for more lessons in a couple of years.

"I'm also getting some stuff for myself," she said. "We were just running this stuff out to the car, then we were going to go over to Nordstrom's."

Bill caught the disappointed look pass over Taylor's face- obviously she wasn't looking foreword to waiting around the Woman's section while her mother tried on different outfits.

"Where are you going, Mr. James?" she smiled up at him.

"Well, right now I'm looking for some better shoes to wear when it snows and I need a couple of other things at Academy. Then I was going to get something to eat.

"Ok," Judy said. She paused for a second, "We didn't make an appointment earlier, when do you want to see Taylor again?"

The change to shop talk took him a little by surprise. "Oh, well ... uh, she's come along so well, I hate to say it but, there's not much more I can teach her at this point." Another pause, "At least not until she's a little older." His cock had swelled at the thought of her in a couple of years. "Maybe, considering your plans, one more session and I'll see if I can teach her some advanced techniques." He pulled his PDA out of his pocket so he could note an appointment time. "How does really early Monday sound? I have group classes I'll be teaching at Smith Intermediate 10 o'clock all week next week."

"Oh, do you teach in the schools also?" Judy asked.

"Yes, I'll be working with the fifth grade there all week. I give each class an hour's training on birth control and safe sex, usually do a demonstration with one of the girls (there's often a former client in the class) then the kids pair off and I just coach them."

"Huh," Judy said. "See what you have to look foreword to, Taylor?"

The little one looked up at the two grownups, not really understanding the conversation.

"Then, what, Monday around 9?"

"Well, could we make it 8?" Bill asked. "I need a couple of hours after...."

Judy began to laugh quietly, "I'm not surprised. Ok, 8 o'clock then." She reached out and took Taylor's hand, "Come on, honey, let's go."

Taylor pulled her hand away, "I want to stay with Mr. James!" she pouted.

"No, honey, you'll see him on Monday."

"It's alright, I'm going to be here for a while yet, she can hang out with me."

Judy straightened up as Taylor turned and looked at her mother, leaning back against Bill.

"Are you sure it's not...."

"Oh no," he said. "I'm still shopping for a while."

They exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to meet again in about 45 minutes. Judy headed for the mall entrance while Bill picked Taylor up and slung her on his hip, her arms around his neck, her small ass cupped in his hand, her pussy grinding against his side, and her thigh rubbing his cock.

When they got to the Academy he pulled a blue shopping cart out of the line and, for the first time in his life, sat a little one in the seat. Taylor first crouched on the plastic platform, then worked her legs through the holes and sat down. At Academy he bought two pairs of sweat pants, then they continued down the mall.

They stopped at a kiosk selling fake jewelry.

"Pick me up," Taylor asked.

Bill held the child on his hip again so she could see the sparkling rings and necklaces under the glass countertop. As he held her, he shifted his hands so that he could push a finger up between her legs and stroke her pussy through the denim jeans she had on. She didn't seem to notice, at first, but then, after he pushed especially hard against the stretched tight fabric, she looked up at him with a bright smile. A few moments later, when he put her down, she hugged his thigh and there was no mistaking that she meant to gently squeeze his cock through his pants. "Do you want me to make you feel happy?" she beamed up at him.

A rush of horny lust passed through Bill as his cock jumped. "Yeah," he breathed, his horse voice surprised him. Then he had to think, 'where to go?' He remembered that, not far away, near one of the smaller entrances, there were restrooms built specifically for the handicapped. The Men's room was a 'single holer' with enough room to maneuver a wheel chair and, most importantly, a locking door. With his heart pounding in his throat, he swung the child back up onto his hip and hurried down the passageway.

"I have to go potty," Taylor said as soon as he had closed and locked the door. She went across to the commode and pushed her pants down around her ankles then climbed up onto the high toilet. She didn't seem to notice the stench of stale urine and the overflowing trashcan. Bill had dropped the packages in the corner next to the door and was wondering what to do next (the floor was way to disgusting to lay down on, there was no counter and the 'Koala Kare' fold down changing table was too high to be of any use) when he had another awesome rush of lust at the sound of Taylor's little piss stream tinkling in the toilet.

Without thinking he walked over in front of the girl and undid his pants, pulling his cock out in front of her. The tinkling had died away and, without saying a word, Taylor reached out, then leaned foreword and started sucking.

Bill couldn't believe how much he was turned on by the complete nastiness of the situation. Here he was in a filthy, stinking public men's room having his cock sucked by a beautiful little five year old girl. There was no use in extending the pleasure, there was only a short time before someone else knocked on the door, he had to be quick.

Taylor had taken her lessons to heart and was doing an excellent job. She had one hand wrapped around his cock while she guided his thrusts with her other, her arm around his hip and her hand on his ass. A couple of times she pulled back, then looked up at Bill as she licked his balls and the length of his dick before taking the head back in her mouth.

Now Bill remembered an 'advanced technique' and suddenly wanted to see his little pupil with his cum smeared all over her face. He was about ready to blow anyway. "Here, honey, let me do it," he said as he took his cock away from her and started jerking off.

Taylor leaned back, her hands on the toilet seat behind her and looked him straight in the 'eye' as Bill stroked himself.

"Suck on it, just a little."

She leaned foreword and, again, took his head in her mouth as he stroked harder. Bill shuffled closer and she had to lean back more. He pulled out. "Look up at me." He was rubbing his cock against her lips as she peered up, smiling. "Open." She opened her mouth, knowing what he wanted to do. Bill noticed the even row of baby teeth, she had not lost any yet, and the image of his cum filling the gaps between them made his knees weak.

"Stick out your tongue."

Now he was rubbing the glans of is cock against the little one's tongue, her face up, looking at him. He started jerking harder, rubbing his dick head across the soft roughness of her tongue. "Oh, ... here it comes ..." he moaned.

She winced, closing her eyes, when a gob landed on her forehead, at the hair line, leaving a string of goo across her eyebrow and cheek. More of his cum shot across her nose, some pooling in the corner of her eye and more filling one of her nostrils. Bill lifted up and pointed his cock down, the next two shots hit the roof of her mouth and ran down the back of her throat. More of his cum pooled on her tongue.

Bill almost jumped out of his skin when the door handle rattled and then there was a light tapping at the door. He milked the last of his jez out of his cock and into Taylor's mouth. "Here, suck it clean."

The little girl took him in and sucked, Bill's knees almost buckled. He pulled back and Taylor smiled up at him, her face covered with his semen. There was another knocking at the door.

"In a minute!" Bill yelled at the door, then, looking down at Taylor, "God, that was wonderful."

She giggled as she wiped her face with her sleeve. Bill quickly cleaned his goo off her face and out of her hair using toilet paper, then they both pulled their pants back up. A bald fellow glared at him as they left the room. It was only a couple of minutes later that Judy called.