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The girl, all 4 feet, 3 inches of her, smiled. It was not an innocent
smile. It was not even an "oh my gosh, isn't this embarrassing but
also kinda funny" smile. It was...it was... Alonna had watched a
fantastic amount of porn in her life, most of it bad. In recent years,
however, having delineated her tastes and found more stretches of
internet appropriate to her whim, she'd come across (ahem) a few sites
that were consistently in line with her desires. One of her favorite
videos featured a muscular, stunning redhead in full body latex. With
a glee that approached mania, the ginger would fuck tied down women,
men and trannies with a strap-on of significant proportions. Before
the penetration, she would make her slaves suck her magenta phallus,
imparting to them the knowledge with decisive slaps and derisive words
just how slutty, nasty, and perverted they were and were going to
continue to be, for her. Then, she would oil up, stroking the cock
languidly, smile, and fuck their brains out.
This was that smile. And it made Alonna basically melt into the floor.
The little girl, perhaps not so little after all, had seemingly read
Alonna's mind.
"Do you need...help?" she'd asked, her almond eyes glancing from the
swollen mound to Alonna's still shocked/excited/terrified expression.
"You...uh...I should...-"
"That's what I thought," she'd responded with a nod. "You were a
little obvious, you know. I could feel your eyes burning a hole
through my jeans." She paused here, as if considering. "I •do• have a
nice ass, don't I?" Without waiting for a response, she adroitly
popped onto her toes, the muscles of her quads and calves evident
through the gossamer silk of the stockings, and turned 180 degrees.
Alonna gasped. Not just because the tween's round ass was perfect in
every way, and not just because it was being framed quite
magnificently by the not so subtle combination of a thong and a well
made garter belt, but because in the same movement, the little girl
had placed her delicate hands on her own breasts, no doubt pinching
her tantalizing nipples to attention. She looked back over her
shoulder, noting with a certain triumph that Alonna was 1) staring
lustily at her ass and 2) had not made any move to cover herself,
chastize the baby slut, or remove herself from the situation.
She allowed her own eyes to roam over Alonna's form, take in the amble
tits, luscious pussy and glittering, wide eyes, even now almost sick
with lust. She'd seen that look before, was in fact well acquainted
with it. When she'd seduced her babysitter, uncle, Girl Scout troop
leader and even a few teachers. They would hem and haw, worry about
the consequences, sometimes even make a half-assed attempt to dislodge
her dainty hand from their turgid cock, or glistening pussy, but...if
the internet had taught her anything, and it had taught her a LOT,
especially about sex and stuff, it was that most people just love it
when you "force" them to do something they don't want (but actually
super duper DO want) to do.
She rolled her ass a bit more, not above a little showing off, and
then swept back around and dropped to the floor in one, fluid,
practiced motion. Before the woman could react, she kissed the exposed
thigh, running her nails lightly across the goosebumped skin.
Alonna moaned, her cunt clenching, her mind reeling. This was
definitely a Bad Idea and she should immediately Remove Herself From
The Situation. She found herself, with no idea how she'd gotten there,
on her feet, the traitorous panties still wrapped around one foot,
back to the wall. This was the moment in which she worried, as noted
before, about all the consequences. It didn't last long, because
halfway through it, the lolita confidently approached, placing one
soft hand on Alonna's cunt and another, single finger, to Alonna's
trembling lips.
"It's okay," the little vixen murmured, "I won't tell if you won't.
And I know you won't," she added, wickedly, "because we would both get
in hella trouble if you do. And anyway," she continued, slipping one,
two, then three fingers inside the woman's already dripping quim, "
since we both want this, it's not like we're doing anything wrong,
right?"
"My name is Natasha, and you are going to cum for me, because I know
that you want to, and because I say so."
Three fingers had led to four, then the entire fist. Alonna's fright
and immobilization had been taken advantage of to the point where the
loli was covered up to her elbow in cum, and was demanding more.
Sometimes, she would switch hands, ramming the one still sticky and
redolent with cum into Alonna's mouth while working the opposite deep
inside the pervert's pussy. At one point she had stopped long enough
to command Alonna to take off her bra, which had happened so fast that
both were surprised. This allowed Natasha to bite, nibble and lick the
creamy tits that were precisely at mouth level, something she
especially enjoyed doing when Alonna was about to cum. Which was every
five seconds, it seemed.
All of which leads, inevitably, to the present, where 'Tasha has just
pointed out Alonna's perverse enjoyment of a little girl's ability to
make her cum. Alonna's eyes have just rolled into the back of her
head, her knees buckling from both her crushing orgasm and the sheer
effort involved in standing after cumming 87,000 times. Cum drips down
her thighs, gleams against the wall, and moistens the hardwood floor
beneath her as she finally sinks down.
Natasha beams in pride and accomplishment, then grabs a handful of
Alonna's tresses, moves aside her not yet bought but already
completely soaked Fredericks of Hollywood's panties, and says, simply:
"My turn."
Alonna has about a picosecond to process what is happening, then finds
her mouth buried inside the hairless cleft of a twelve year old, her
tongue tasting, lashing, licking in wild abandon. Her hands,
apparently of their own accord, have wrapped around the nubile form of
the baby domme (rapist?), and are currently busy trying to slip inside
her tight pussy.
"That's a good girl," gasps Natasha, who has never experienced the
tongue and ministrations of a practiced girl-lover. She knows this is
the right thing to say because all the porn stars of any worth say it
to their slaves, and, more importantly, because everytime she does, it
inevitably leads to a groan, moan or orgasm from her slave. Which is
exactly what happens now: a deep and vibrating moan escaping from the
throat of Alonna, which resonates marvelously on the pink and swollen
clit of the little girl. She cums explosively, surprised by both the
fact and intensity of the orgasm, nearly toppling over. Alonna, her
mouth delightfully awash in little girl cum, her mind now completely
given over to the experience, holds the negligible weight of Natasha
steady and recommences licking, finger fucking and cradling her domme.
Yes, domme, she has decided, without actually thinking about it.
She takes a moment to uncouple her mouth from the sweetest pussy she's
ever tasted to say her first, and only word since this all began.
"Again."
Natasha smiles, slams Alonna's lips back against her swollen own, and
feeling another amazing orgasm coming on, thinks "I think I've made a
friend."
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