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   Gold Miner's Daughter

   By: Phil Phantom

   Marsha Winters had never met such a bold delinquent in her life, but
when the notorious sixteen-year-old asked her permission to take a bunch of
naked pics of her ten-year-old daughter, that took the prize.  Since Penny
was eager to pose, in fact eager to do anything Mark wanted her to do, why
he even bothered asking was the greatest mystery.  Marsha was certain that
Penny didn't say, "I have to ask my mommy first." Penny clearly thought
this was a dumb idea.  The idea was clearly his, but why?

   Marsha had to think about this, so she asked him to take a seat at the
table while she got up to make herself a cup of coffee.  As she walked
away, he said, "You have great legs and a fine ass.  Have you ever thought
of doing some stripping?  There's good money in it for a chick built like
you.  My uncle owns a club called Legs.  He's into all kinds of porn, but
Legs is the jewel in the crown of the porn king.  That's what they call him
around here - the porn king.  He's always looking for a great set of legs.
He'd put you to work in a heartbeat.  He'd make a killing off your sexy ass
- so would you.  You should think about it.  You're not getting any
younger, you know.  Right now, you are sitting on a gold mine.  Ten years
from now, you might be sitting on a salt mine wishing you had mined gold
while the mining was good.  I can help you mine it.  At least my uncle can.
I can set you up with him.  Think about it."

   Nothing had ever hit Marsha with such dramatic impact.  She began
blushing with the first step and walked on legs getting steadily unsteady
until she arrived at the end of the counter where the coffee maker was, and
where she grasped the counter to listen to the rest, feeling his
appreciative and most flattering eyes all over her bare legs and ass in
hugger short shorts, which she had on because her intention was to get out
and pull weeds and get some sun on her legs.

   Leg flattery had always been Marsha's weakness - ass flattery too for
that matter.  Marsha had a decent set of tits and a decent figure, but she
knew that in the leg and ass department, she could compete with any woman.
Leg and ass men always felt compelled to compliment.  Marsha lived for
those encounters and those compliments, though she rarely let it go any
further than a warm smile and a thank you.  Rarely did she feel the urge to
fuck somebody's brains out, but the urge to at least hug that boy was
awfully strong.

   Marsha didn't want to turn around until she could regain composure and
lose the blush.  He didn't need to see how effective that was.  She made a
very strong cup of coffee while being admired from fifteen feet away.  His
eyes were like hot hands roaming all over her ass and legs, all between her
legs, and that area was wet and had the strongest blush.

   Marsha found it hard not to like that naughty boy.  He was a cutie, wise
beyond his years, terribly sexy in a bad boy way, and a good bad boy was
another great weakness.  Penny obviously had the same weakness.  That bad
boy could get anything he wanted off that girl - anything.  At least, she
couldn't get pregnant.  Thank god for that.

   Marsha also thought about the pictures he'd take - porn - child porn. 
Any nude pictures of Penny would be illegal as hell, little chance of any
surfacing locally.  In all likelihood, they'd end up with the uncle who
could get them to a far off market and make a far off killing.  If he had
the demand, he'd be very wise to turn to Mark to fill it.  The boy had the
contacts and the young girls worshipped him.  He could get anything he
wanted off a bevy of little darlings.  He sure didn't need to be here
asking, risking the loss of one.

   Then again, there was little risk there.  She couldn't lock Penny up, or
have him locked up for asking.  What was the harm in asking, and maybe he
loved watching a helpless mother sweat after telling her what he'd be doing
with her daughter, and he did by revealing his porn connection.  A mother
would have to be an idiot not to see what he was really after.  He
certainly wasn't sweating anything - sitting there - Mr.  Cool - showing
off in front of Penny.  She had to think that was ultra cool what he said
and got away with saying.  That was cool.  Even Marsha had to admit that.
No other boy his age would have the balls to say those things to a girl's
mother, then sit there like a cocky little fucker and eye her like a flesh
commodity.

   She was thankful he didn't keep on and was smart enough to let that
barrage set in and simmer.  Had he gone on, at some point, she would have
to get angry, run him off, and make idle threats which they both knew were
idle as hell.  If he didn't flip her off and laugh on his way out, he would
certainly tell her exactly what was in store for Penny.  No doubt a dirty
uncle was, possibly a few dirty buddies, maybe a dog.  Anything was
possible with a guy like that with a nephew like Mark.  Marsha wanted to
remain on good terms.  She didn't want anything happening to Penny out of
spite.  Whatever was in store could always be made worse.

   With those thoughts in mind, and with her coffee now in a cup, Marsha
faced him to offer him the front view with arms folded under her breasts to
sip her coffee while he looked her over and she pretended to be thinking
over his request.  He could sure look a gal over and make her feel like
raw, naked, meat on a hook.

   He stared right at her crotch and said, "You do have the legs for Legs."

   Marsha finished sipping before saying, "Can we stick to the issue at
hand, which is what you have in mind that involves my daughter and a man
they call the porn king."

   "I told you.  We want nudie pictures.  I can get them, but I would
rather not do that behind your back.  I like looking at the back, but I
prefer looking at your front.  I can easily picture you naked.  You are a
very sexy woman - easy on the eyes.  The legs are awesome.  Like my uncle
says, great legs make a great pussy of themselves.  He says leg men are
actually pussy men, but he couldn't call his place Pussy.  Cunt was out of
the question.  He says most women hate that word, but most men prefer cunt
over pussy.  What do you call it?"

   "Vagina."

   "VAGINA!  What are you, a doctor.  Nobody calls pussy a vagina.  When
your cunt itches do you go, 'Damn!  I gotta scratch my vagina.' If a dog
comes over and starts sniffing between your legs, do you go, 'Stop sniffing
my vagina, you bad doggie.'"

   Penny almost laughed but used a hand cupped to the mouth to stop the
giggle from becoming a laugh.  Marsha gave him a hard stare while taking a
long sip, then brought the cup down and said, "Okay, you've made your
point. That has happened to me a few times, and I didn't use the term
vagina.  I now recall that I said, 'Get your damn nose out of my cunt, you
stupid mutt.'"

   He smiled and so did Penny, awed that he got her mom to say cunt and
admit that dogs like to sniff her cunt.  Grandma's dog sure does.  A few
times was more like a few thousand.  Marsha's candid response gave Mark
renewed confidence as she was sure it would.  He now knew he'd get the
pictures he wanted and the mother wouldn't be a problem.  He sensed that
nothing would be much of a problem for her as long as Penny wasn't hurt. 
He didn't see any concern.  She wasn't worried, so he drew Penny over and
had her hop up and straddle one thigh then settle back in the crook of his
right arm while he stroked her bare legs with the left hand from knee to
crotch.  He saw that he was right.  She still wasn't worried, but Penny
was.

   While massaging Penny in the crotch to get her to relax, Mark looked to
the mother and said, "So, you have a problem with dogs sniffing your cunt.
Penny was telling me about that, about one in particular, her granny's dog.
Is that your mother's dog, the English Sheepdog.  What's his name - Shep?"

   Penny had turned red for telling tales, that or for allowing a nasty boy
to play with her pussy in front of her mom.  He was inside the panties,
now, playing with it, fingering it, being a cocky little fucker.  Marsha
was tempted to put a stop to that, but knowing where this was all headed,
she let it go and simply said, "Yes, that's my mother's watch dog.  She's a
lonely widow.  I think they are closer than they should be.  Somebody
taught him some very nasty habits.  He does seem to be smitten with me. 
Maybe he is tired of Mom and thinks Penny is too small, but he seems to
think I'm just right.  Anyway, it is very embarrassing.  I'm not surprised
she told you.  It is also very amusing.  This is all very amusing, but can
we get back to your request.  What is it exactly that you want?"

   "You don't really want to know.  All you care about is that she'll be
safe, that she likes what we do, and that she always returns home happy
with no marks or bruises, willing to go again.  If that's the case, you
don't care what we do.  In fact, once we earn your trust and confidence,
you won't care how long we keep her.  In time, we can also come get her any
time we want, as long as we demonstrate that we always bring her back safe
and sound and take good care of her while we have her."

   "Us being you and your porn king uncle."

   "Me and Uncle Rick and a bunch of his business associates.  She'll get
lots and lots of attention, especially the part my finger is in.  You can
see what part my finger is in, can't you?"

   She could quite clearly, and could see that he had Penny fully relaxed
though terribly excited.  She was loving this and was very surprised that
it was allowed to go this far.  Her mom didn't look at all upset.  In fact,
she seemed to like it.  Nothing he said or did bothered her, and when he
said that, she smiled before saying, "I believe that's her cunt you have
your finger in."

   "It is, and doesn't she look happy?"

   "We all get that look when we get a finger in our cunts."

   "Or a dog's tongue."

   "Or a dog's tongue, or a dog's cock, or a man's cock.  Does that make
you happy?"

   "You left out us boys.  Don't you think I have a cock that can make you
happy?"

   "I know you have one that can make you happy, and you should be happy
with what you've got."

   Marsha came over and took a seat in the chair that faced his and could
now see much better.  She could easily reach out and touch it, and did
reach out to stroke the nearest girl leg from mid-thigh to the crotch,
lending her support to a finger fucking while watching and saying, "You got
what you came for.  I will let you take her and do whatever you like.  You
would anyway, and I'm glad this won't be done behind my back.  I do
appreciate your candor and openness, but if you want the right to keep her
as long as you like, or to come get her whenever you like, you will need to
win my trust and confidence.  Right now, I'm willing to let her go for no
more than twenty-four hours.  We'll see how that goes, but I'm warning you,
don't even be one minute late, and she better be happy, and she better not
have a mark on her, and she must want to go back.  If all those conditions
are met, we'll try it again, and again, and again until I am completely
comfortable with not imposing any time limits.  If we can agree on that,
I'll work with you.  If we can't, I'll fight you.  I'm sure your uncle
doesn't want that."

   "No, he doesn't.  He doesn't want any trouble.  He just wants your sexy
daughter.  When he sees you, he'll want you for Legs.  Let's talk about
that."

   Still massaging leg, Marsha said, "We can talk about it, but I have
never done any dancing.  I can dance, but not on stage by myself.  I'm not
saying I would, but I'm willing to talk about it.  I assume you've been
there and seen the women perform."

   "Since I as eight."

   "Do they get naked or do they dance in some sort of skimpy costume?"

   "Buck naked.  Why, are you bashful?"

   "No, not really, but I have never been naked in public.  What are the
men like?  Do they behave?  Are they rude?  Are they allowed to touch the
dancers?"

   "No, yes, yes, but we have big bouncers for when things go too far. 
Uncle Rick lets them go a little ways, but when they drag a dancer off the
stage and try to fuck her, the bouncers get involved.  The men know better,
so that doesn't happen very often.  With you it might."

   "Why me?"

   "Men will look at you and want to fuck you, especially when you're the
new monkey in the zoo.  A guy can usually get in a few strokes, and with
something as fine as you, a few strokes is worth getting bounced out. 
That's all they do is bounce them out for the night."

   "That isn't much of a deterrent."

   "He doesn't want to deter it that much.  The customers like being able
to sample the cunts that tease them.  Besides, it's all for sale in the
back room.  A guy has the right to get a sample."

   "I see how he makes his killing."

   "That's how you make yours, too.  You look like you'd be a great fuck.
You should do great if you fuck as good as you look."

   Marsha smiled and then pulled the front of Penny's panties down to fully
see the pussy.  Since she wanted a good look, Mark got his hand out of the
way.  Together they looked.  Typical undeveloped pussy, rather plump,
rather wet, red from too much excitement, a redish, wet slit between her
legs looking awfully tight.  Marsha said, "I probably shouldn't ask.  The
less I know the better, but I must ask.  Will your uncle be making a
killing off of this pussy, or is this for his personal enjoyment?  I'm not
asking because I want a cut.  I would want no part of that.  I'm just
curious."

   "Yeah, he'll make a killing, at least he will if he can keep her for
long stretches.  He can't sell any pussy when she's with you."

   Marsha ran her finger through the swollen slit while saying, "What
you're saying is, once he wins my trust and confidence, I won't be seeing
much of her."

   "Not much.  Business is business.  He'll take advantage of your
generosity, and he'll get all he can out of this cunt while the getting is
good.  I'm just telling it to you straight.  I doubt she'll complain.  She
loves getting her cunt fucked."

   "That's the nature of a cunt.  We all love it, but let's get back to
talking about my cunt and mining that gold mine you say is between my legs.
How much can I make in a week?  Give me a ball park figure."

   "I don't know, a grand in the beginning.  After a few months, maybe half
that.  Depends on how good you are and how generous you are.  You may not
want any of this action, but the nicer you are, the nicer Rick will be to
you.  While he has Penny, you'll get a bigger cut of what you earn."

   "That figure you quoted, is that with or without Penny?"

   "Without.  With, we may be talking double."

   "I like that.  There's an incentive to be nice and generous over long
stretches.  I think I'm going to try this.  Tell your uncle I'm interested,
and to show my good faith, let's make it forty-eight hours.  Tell him I
said to enjoy a sample, a good sample."

   "I'll do that.  Kiss this pussy good bye and I'll be on my way."

   Marsha smiled then delivered the kiss, a good, long French one that made
Penny giggle.  Then they were gone and Marsha forgot all about weeds.  She
didn't forget about her frothy cunt.  She wailed on that fucker while
leaning back against the front door with her shorts and panties down around
her knees.  From that day forth, things were very very different.  Thar's
gold in them thar shorts.

   The End

   Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

   CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts.  Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation.  Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards
are because they can all be deadly.  Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
minors should be left to other minors.  PP





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