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Subject: {ASSM} The Little Escort ( Mg, sed, cons, viol, rom)
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   The following is entirely a work of fiction.  Any comparison to a
person, or persons, alive or dead, is entirely unintentional.  No children
were harmed in the making of this story.  This story involves sexual acts
between a middle aged man and preteen girl.  If this isn't your cup of tea,
please go away.  If you like my story, I appreciate feedback.



   Summary: When a middle aged man wins a trip in a raffle, he doesn't
expect to run into a "volunteer guide" who turns his life upside down.(Mg,
sed, cons, viol, rom)



   I had completely forgotten about the raffle.  A co-worker had browbeat
me into buying the ticket.  I filed it into my wallet and didn't give it
another thought, until the phone rang.  The caller told me that I had won a
three night and four day stay in Houston and that a package would be in the
mail.



   The package had the return address of a travel agency.  It contained a
voucher for an airline, hotel, and rental car agency.  I called all three,
making reservations, after arranging time off of work.



   After landing at the airport, I picked up my rental car and drove to a
hotel not far from the airport.  After checking in, I went to a steak house
for dinner, then went to a nightclub that a hotel clerk had recommended. 
The next morning, I was in the hotel lobby.  The display holding the local
attractions pamphlets is around the corner, and just out of view of the
front desk.



   I became aware of a presence next to me.  I turned to see a girl, 12 or
13, standing next to me.  I turned, acknowledged her presence, and returned
to looking at the pamphlets.



   "The battleship is a good place to start", she said.



   "Excuse me ?" I asked.



   "There really isn't much here for tourists", she responded, "we don't
have any amusement parks, or exciting places like that.  What we have is
kind of close to each other, but it helps if you know your way around.  I
can help you with that."



   I looked over the girl and assessed the situation.  She stood just a
tick over five feet, with long dark red hair, a light complexion, petite
features, a thin build and bee stung lips.  She was carrying a backpack.



   "It's Friday morning", I observed, "why aren't you in school ?"



   "Teacher conference", she replied, "I'm a volunteer guide."



   "Volunteer ?"



   "Well, the battleship is a good drive from here.  If you buy me lunch,
I'd appreciate it, and I won't refuse it if you give me a tip."



   It was close to the strangest offer of my life.  I figured, what the
hell, and decided to accept her offer.  We walked out to my car, where,
upon her request, we stashed her backpack in my trunk.  We then drove to
the battleship, which was a good long drive from the hotel.  Along the way,
Lauren was great company, telling me a lot about the city, and the
battleship.



   After the battle ship, and adjacent battleground, where the Texans
defeated the Mexican Army in 1836, we went to Seawolf park, where there's
several World War Two navy vessels.  Afterwards, we went to adjacent
Galveston, where we had lunch at a McDonald's.



   I was surprised at her appetite.  She put away a salad, a meal, and
dessert.  After lunch, we went to the Lone Star Flight Museum, and the next
door Moody Gardens, which is kind of a mini Epcot Center.



   Evening was sneaking up on us, and the bumper to bumper traffic didn't
help.  I worried her family might be thinking the worst, but she assured me
that she had texted them while I made a bathroom pit stop.  She held up her
cellphone to back her claim.



   There's a Denny's not far from the hotel, and we had dinner there before
returning to the hotel.  Once there, she asked if she could use my shower
as the one at home isn't as nice.  I didn't resist her request and I took
in local TV while she showered.



   When she finished, she came out, wrapped in a towel and used a blow
dryer on her hair.  Being a lifelong bachelor, it was kind of a pleasant
experience.  I had pleasant company in the room, in a state of undress,
trusting enough to liven my day.  I've had several long term relationships,
but the girl presently in my room wasn't putting some kind of requirement
on me to be around me.



   As she finished drying her hair, she was looking over at me from the
mirror with a smile.  It was a form of flirting and I enjoyed it.  Putting
down the hair dryer, she walked over with my full attention.



   "You know", she pointed out, "Houston is famous for it's strip clubs. 
Would you like a lapdance ?"



   "A lapdance ?" I asked, realizing that a near naked preteen girl had
just offered something I could spend the rest of my life in prison for.  I
was probably in trouble already, but that all of the offers that day had
come from her without my prompting made me innocent-at least that's how I
rationalized it.



   "Yes, a lapdance" she replied.



   "How much ?" I asked.



   "It depends on how much you want to tip me.  You can take it for free,
as part of the service, but I'm hoping you'll be generous."



   So, that was it.  She came from a poor family and she was being
entrepenurial about it.



   "Okay", I agreed, "how do you want to do this ?"



   "Come over to the chair", she replied, indicating the chair next to the
desk.



   As I went to the chair, she turned off the TV and turned on the radio.
Finding a radio station to her liking, she turned and asked "Ready ?"



   I nodded and she slowly took off the towel, exposing an exquisite body.
Her chest had two small white mounds, topped with puffy beige nipples.  A
trace of peach fuzz topped her pubic mound.  She smiled and approached me.



   She twirled and stopped as she arrived between my knees.  Placing her
left hand on my forehead, she straddled my lap and slid in, briefly hugging
me before standing and backing out.  Turning her back to me, she bent over
and reached between her legs, spreading her lussy lips for me.  Then, she
stood, backed into me, sitting on my lap and placing my hands on her tiny
breasts.  She leaned back, placing the back of her head on my shoulder.



   After a moment, she stood again.  Turning towards me, she straddled my
lap again, placing her tiny breasts in front of my face.  Lightly grasping
my head, she directed my lips to one nipple, then the other.  After
allowing me to suckle on her, she sat in my lap.  Unbuttoning my shirt, she
giggled as she opened the shirt, and licked my nipples.



   Sinking to her knees, she then went to work on my pants.  I'm thick
around the waist and I had to help her.  With access to my dick, she
reached in and took a lick and found it difficult.



   "Go ahead and lay on the bed" she directed.



   I moved over to the bed and laid on my back.  She pulled my pants and
underwear off.  She went back to work on my dick, taking my length in her
throat and bobbing up and down.  It was delightful, but I was now at the
point of no return.



   "Hey" I said, stopping her.



   I pulled her up on the bed, laying her head on a pillow.  Mounting her,
I tried entering her, but needed her help.  She wasn't a virgin, but it was
a tight fit.  She winced with virtually every stroke, but from how she was
pulling me into her, she wasn't disliking the experience.



   She had me seriously worked up, so I came a lot quicker than I thought I
would.  We finished, with both of us breathing hard.  I laid beside her and
found her hand, pulling it to my lips to kiss.  She turned, and we shared a
smile.



   After blood returned to my head, I wondered again how much trouble I was
in.  I wondered how much I should tip her.  The last stripper hotel date
had cost me four hundred.  I wondered if she lived nearby.  I wondered if
she lived in the hotel.  While I pondered, my bladder signaled that I
needed to release or suffer greatly.  I got up and went to pee.



   When I came out of the bathroom, unlike my stripper date, she hadn't
moved from my bed.



   "Umm..." I began, "Is your family expecting you ?"



   "Ohh" she said, jumping up from the bed.



   She dug in her backpack and retrieved her cellphone.  She texted a
message and got a reply a moment later.  She looked up at me.



   "Do you want an all nighter ?" she asked.



   "All nighter ?"



   "It's not extra, and we can get an early start on tomorrow."



   "Won't your family worry about you ?"



   "I have six brothers and sisters.  I asked if I could stay at a friend's
house.  My parents really don't mind, as long as I check in with them, like
I'm doing now."



   "Wow" I said, my mind reeling with the entire situation.



   She gave me a look like she expected an answer.



   "Uh, yeah, you can stay the night."



   She texted and a beep a moment later told me she had a reply.  She read
it, put away the phone and returned to bed.  She curled up next to me and
pulled my hand to her stomach.  We laid there quietly for a moment.  I felt
her go limp and start breathing deeply.  The lights were still on and I
can't sleep with the lights on.  I waited several moments, then slid from
her grasp.  I slid off of the bed, turned out the lights and returned to
bed.



   The next morning, it was back to business.  We shared a shower, but it
was kind of rushed.  Although I copped several feels of her, we just
showered, dressed, and took in the hotel's continental breakfast.  We then
headed to the zoo.  I brought up her family and she told me about being the
middle child of seven and reeled off about a brother being a high school
football player and a sister on a softball team.



   The zoo was a letdown, but the zoo is in the museum district.  We were
able to take in several great museums, then she directed me to a great
place downtown for lunch.After lunch, we took in a movie and went to a huge
three level shopping mall.  I bought her a Build a Bear for her, which
thrilled her.  After a bit of window shopping, we took in the ice skaters
on the first floor rink.  Lauren was happier than I had seen her.  Not only
was she smiling, she was smiling at me with a look I've seen in the eyes of
a few females.  I had a feeling that I knew what was next, but she
confirmed my suspicion with "Want to go to the hotel and get naughty ?"



   I broke the speed limit repeatedly on the way to the hotel.  Once there,
I took the lead by undressing her, then allowing her to undress me.  I laid
her on the bed and started making love to her by kissing her on the lips,
then on the neck.  Deep breathing told me that she was becoming excited,
and her back arched as I started suckling on her nipples.  Placing my hand
between her legs, I found my suspicions confirmed by finding her sopping
wet.



   When I moved my head between her legs, she cooed, then made a noise that
was part moan and part wail as my tongue skipped across her clit.  Going
after her preteen cooch, she bucked, moaned, giggled, and squealed.  When I
finally mounted and entered her, she let out a grunt, which led to
passioned thrusting, on both of our parts.  My climax, in her, after
frenzied thrusting, was satisfying, and mind altering.



   WE had to lay there for ten minutes afterwards, just to catch our
breath. Lauren then cuddled up to me, curling a leg over my abdomen.  As a
child would, she traced her index finger over my nose and lips.  I turned
and kissed her.



   "I think I love you" she said,



   I pulled her into me and gave her a long kiss.



   "I think I love you too."



   We kissed some more, then resumed some slow love making.  This time, we
did more than just missionary position.  She spent some time on top and we
finished in doggy position.



   Darkness was overtaking evening as we finished our shower and dressed
for dinner.  We went to the Denny's we had gone to the night before.  After
dinner, as we entered the parking lot, something happened that would
forever alter our lives.



   We had cleared the first row of cars when three people got out of a car.
It was clear that they were looking for trouble when the driver, a very
large black man spit out "So, that's where you are you little bitch."



   Lauren moved behind me, I quickly sized up the situation.



   The man that got out of the passenger side, a hispanic male, with a thin
build and buzz cut, had something in his hand.  A blond white woman,
looking like a stripper past her prime, took her place besides him.  I
decided to see how committed they were to confrontation by directing Lauren
in a direction away from the three troublemakers.  It was no surprise that
they took several steps in our direction.



   "WHAT DO YOU WANT ?" I yelled out.



   "That little bitch is mine", the black man replied.



   "Who are you ?" I asked.



   "None of your fuckin business", he belted out.



   "She's not going anywhere with you."



   "We'll see about that."



   He started towards me.  I pushed Lauren away from me and took a ready
stance.  Predictably, he tried to use his size and weight in a full frontal
attack, but he clearly didn't expect what happened next.



   Ducking his ham sized fists, I delivered an elbow smash to the center of
his face.  His knees became rubber and I quickly followed up with a right
jab to the face.  I then added to his misery with a kick to his nuts.  As I
kicked him, I heard Lauren scream.



   The hispanic man and woman were about one hundred feet away.  They had
Lauren by the hair and they were dragging her back to their car.  I quickly
advanced in their direction.  The man let go of Lauren and came at me
menacingly.  I took a boxer's stance and let him come at me.



   He threw the first punch at me, which whizzed by my head.  My counter
punch, thrown off balance, glanced off his ear.  His next punch, connected
solidly with my ribs.  Rage took over as I grabbed him by the face and
drove him backwards.  There was a sickening cracking sound as the back of
his head hit the cab of a truck.  He collapsed to the ground.



   I turned and the woman was struggling to get Lauren in the car.  The
black man had got to his hands and knees.  I ran over and drop kicked him
in the ribs.  I also gave him another kick to the head, for good measure,
then ran over to the woman.  I tried to peel her off of Lauren, and finally
punched the woman dead in the face.  She hit the ground crying.



   I took Lauren by the hand and rushed her over to our car.  We were out
of the lot in seconds and minutes later, we were in the hotel parking lot.
Lauren was silent and she had buried her head in her hands.



   "Lauren ?" I asked in a firm tone.



   Silence was my answer.



   "Lauren, what was that about ?"



   She remained silent.  I gently, but firmly grabbed a hand and pulled it
towards me.



   "Lauren, look at me", I commanded.



   Lauren slowly turned towards me.



   "What just happened ?" I asked.



   "Eddie is my pimp "



   "Excuse me ?"



   "You think I'm a whore" she said as she burst into tears.



   I quietly waited for her crying jag to subside.



   "Lauren, how come Eddie is your pimp ?"



   A couple of years ago, my mom lost a lot of weight, then she started
dating guys off of Craiigslist.  She met some guy with money and I wasn't
part of the plan.  She made me move in with my cousin Thomas.  He sold me
to Eddie."



   "Sold you ?"



   "Yeah, I'm just a little whore."



   "No you're not, and never let anyone call you that, ever again."



   "You're sweet Steven, and that's why I lied to you and made you think
that I was just a volunteer.  I needed money and a place to stay.  I'll get
out of your life now, before I screw it up anymore."



   Lauren reached for the door and started to get it open, but I grabbed
her arm.  She was crying.



   "Steve, let me go !!"



   "NO !!" I



   "LET ME GO !!" She screamed.



   "NO !!  I need you, and you need me."



   She looked at me as if I was crazy.  "What ?" she asked.



   "I'm alone.  You're alone.  I love you.  I need you in my life.  Don't
run out on me.  Please, stay."



   She was crying, but started crying hard now.  She reached out for me.  I
took her in my arms.  She held me tight.  I held her and softly petted her
hair.  When her crying started to ebb I promised her that no one would ever
hurt her again.



   A long night would pass, a night with two lonely people holding each
other.  A new day would break with a new life begun.  Two people headed for
the airport and started a new destiny.



   The next morning I called in to work and took Lauren to several stores.
A girl needs a wardrobe and because her cousin had thrown away everything,
Lauren needed everything, and I provided it.  When that was done, we went
to see a friend of mine at a charter school.  He owed me one and after
listening to Lauren's story, he took it as a challenge to restart her
academic career without drawing attention to her, and by connection, me.



   That night, Lauren thanked me with an erotic massage, and of course,
love making.  In the morning, I took her to her school and I went to work,
and our new pattern began with nary a hitch.  There would be challenges,
but love conquers all and ours overcame every obstacle.



   The End



   If you like my story, check out my website at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dude/www/PTandTeen.html


   
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