John’s doorbell rang at four PM. She was early, but he didn’t mind. He was horny now so he got up and opened the door. Stood there was a short little girl in her school uniform. A short, flaired, tartan skirt, white blouse, white knee-high socks and black shoes. She must’ve been no older than nine, he thought.
‘Hello! Come in!’ He said. The girl gave a cute smile and entered his house. Her pretty pigtails following her swiftly. She wiped her feet and looked at him.
‘Would you like me to take off my shoes?’ Her sweet voice caressed his ears.
‘Yes please! I have some heels I’d like you to wear, your Daddy says you’re okay with that?’
‘Sure thing, Mister!’ she slipped off her black shoes to reveal her tiny feet, covered by her socks. They were beautiful. ‘Sorry I’m so early. I thought I’d pop over right after school…’
‘Oh no, that’s fine’ John replied with a smile. He took her pink backpack and handed her some tiny black, toeless stilettos. ‘Think they’ll fit? If not I have more…’
‘They look like they should.’ She put them on and they fit perfectly. ‘I just need to make sure you have the money?’
‘Oh yes, of course. Half now and half afterwards?’
‘Sure thing.’ She said with a wink. John handed her forty pounds and she put it in her bag.
‘So, what am I allowed to do to you?’
‘Well, as part of the contract my Daddy signed when I joined the company, you get to use any of my three holes, however you would like. You get to lick or touch any part of my body. I have some rope if you want to tie me up, and you’re allowed to punch or slap me a total of five times if that’s what you’re into?’
‘Wow. Yeah, that’d be nice. Hit you anywhere?’
‘Oh, no, only my stomach, face, back of the head or my butt. Is that okay?’
‘Yes, of course! And what about hair-pulling?’
‘Hmm, another twenty pounds and sure, so long as you don’t rip any out?’
‘Sounds great!’ He got twenty from his wallet and passed it to her. She put it in her bag. ‘Do I get to know your name?’
‘I’m sorry, but no. For my own protection I have to ask you to call me ‘Princess’, it’s not my real name, but some customers seem to get attatched to us…’
‘Ah, I understand… Princess.’
She smiled at him, satisfied. ‘Now, where do you want me?’
‘I’ll take you to the bedroom. Bring the rope, please.’
She took a length of brown rope from her bag and they went upstairs. In John’s bedroom, was a large mirror, a double bed, a desk and a chair. As soon as they entered, her grabbed the schoolgirl under the arms and threw her onto the bed. She landed with a bounce and a giggle. Her tartan skirt had lifted slightly to show her pink panties.
John nestled his head between her legs and gently placed his tongue on her panties. The smell alone made him rock hard. He began eating her out and the nine year-old giggled and writhed in pleasure, dropping the rope to the floor. He grabbed her slender thighs and pushed them up. To his amazement she could do the splits.
Her moans and groans only made him harder, he felt like he might pop any moment. He reached up to her blouse and undid the buttons, so he could caress her soft, pink nipples. They were tiny and perfect.
He got up and wiped his mouth of her juices. Pulling off her pink panties he revealed her tight pussy, dripping wet already. He wondered just how many men’s cocks she’d had in there. She came from the best agency out there, so he was sure it was a lot.
He slid a finger in and began pumping her cunny. More groaning from the nine year-old on the bed.
Before long, he’d grabbed the rope, and she hadn’t even noticed him tie one of her hands to the bed. She offered him her other with a seductive smile and he tied it up aswell.
Clambering on top of her, his thirty-eight year-old body giant in comparison to her dainty fragile one, they locked lips. So soft.
He wrapped his tongue around hers and she leaned towards him, wanting more. He could feel her little legs wriggling under him, and he reached down to blast her cunny with his fingers once more.
He sat on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe, but he didn’t care. His lust had taken over now. He undid his jeans, and pulled out his eight inch cock.
She smirked and winked, before opening her mouth wide. He fucked her little girl throat for a good ten minutes before spraying all over her face.
‘Oh? So quickly?’ Princess asked, slightly disappointed.
‘Oh no. Don’t you worry.’ He chuckled. ‘There’s PLENTY more where that came from.’ He slapped her across the face ‘You filthy fucking slut.’
Her cheek had gone red from the slap, and a tear formed in the corner of her eye, but she smiled, lustily. ‘I’m looking forward to it, Mister’
He grabbed her pink underwear, and wiped the cum from her face before stuffing the panties in her mouth. She gagged.
He went back down to her cunt and shoved his tongue deep into the pink wetness, as his finger worked her asshole. She was in ecstasy. He felt – and tasted – her pussy muscles convulse in pleasure and her butt tighten, and she let out a little squeal. He loved every second of this primary-schooler’s orgasm.
He punched her in the stomach. ‘Did I say you could cum, yet, Princess?’
‘Mmph-mmph’ she mumbled, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.
‘No! That’s right! I didn’t!’ He struck her again, harder. ‘Now let’s get these fucking clothes off you.’
He untied her hands, and helped her to her feet. ‘I hope you have a change of clothes in your bag?’ Submissively, she nodded in silence. A smirk still lay on her face.
He grabbed at her blouse, ripping the buttons out. He stared at her bear chest a moment, before tearing off her skirt. He left her in her black heels and knee-high socks. Just the way he liked them.
He threw her back on the bed, stomach (which was slightly bruised) first. She knew what he wanted now, and got on her hands and knees. She felt his hands grab her nimble hips and pull her ass towards him. The tip of his dick touched her tiny pussy, as a thumb wriggled it’s way into her butthole.
Still holding her dirty panties in her mouth, she groaned again, as he pulled her head back by her pigtails. He tugged hard.
His penis slid easily into her dripping cunt, and he began to pound away, pulling on her pigtails harder and harder. She groaned and he moaned, both in sync. She was wincing, both in pleasure and in pain.
John looked in the mirror briefly, and was watching a thirty-eight year old man, pound the cunt of a nine-year old schoolgirl, whilst viciously pulling her hair, and it all became too much. He was going to cum.
He punched her in the back of the head as hard as he could and she fell from her position, allowing him to spray his load all over her soft-skinned back. She was panting and had spat out her panties. He grabbed them, and wiped her back. The least he could do.
He was so caught up in the moment he hadn’t realised she too had came. And she squirted, even. He was astonished that a girl so young was capable of that, but she had dirtied his bed. He had to punish her.
‘You squirted all over my bed you filthy whore. I’m going to teach you a lesson.’
He sat on the side of the bed, and scooped up the little girl. He laid her across his lap and grabbed the rope. He tied it around her throat, to choke her slightly.
He pulled her by the pigtails again, so he could see her face and speak to her. ‘Now, I’ve only got one hit left, right?’
Exhausted, she barely replied, so he raised his voice ‘Right!?’
She nodded and managed a faint ‘Uh-huh…’, before coughing.
‘Well if I pay another twenty, can I get five more hits?’
‘S-s-sure thing. M-mister…’
‘Good. Now I don’t want to hear a peep out of you, during this, you got that?’ She nodded. ‘That’s a good girl. Just to be safe, let’s put that cum rag in your whore mouth again.’
He grabbed the soaked, dripping panties from the bed, and forced them into her mouth. Salty from cum and sweat, she hated it, but did it anyway.
He tightened the rope making her cough again, but the panties stayed firmly where they were. He caressed her legs, from the heel of her foot to the cheek of her ass, and quickly dipped two fingers in her ass to reward her for being such a good girl.
He then slapped her ass with all his force and more six times. She didn’t make a sound. Once they were done, he licked her asshole and untied her throat. He then handed her the rest of the money and gave her back her rope.
‘Now.’ John said. ‘I need to get cleaned up. I’ve got guests over soon. I think it’s best if you leave now.’
‘Can I get changed… First?’ She asked, cutely out of breath.
‘Sure thing, Princess’ he said, mocking her.
They both went downstairs. By the time they reached the bottom, John had already clothed himself again, and was holding the pink panties in his hand as a souvenir.
When the little girl looked in her bag for her change of clothes they weren’t there. Her face dropped when she realised she forgot them. She couldn’t wear what she came in, it was in ruins.
John saw what was going on and handed her the panties. She put them on, and realised how sticky they were.
‘Th-thanks. I had fun.’ She said with sincerity taking off her heels.
‘Keep them!’ he said, and gave her a kiss. She walked home in nothing but the heels, the knee-highs, her backpack and the cum-stained panties.
John was sad to see her go. She was a great fuck. Best £120 he ever spent.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/2zwaiy/the_girl_from_the_agency_alternate_reality
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