Norma Egan - Daddy_s slut girl

"This is my daughter Cindy, Mr. Jones," she said. "I hope you'll be gentle with her. She's never had a man before."

Maybe it was that part he didn't believe. Nevertheless when he saw Cindy, he seemed delighted.

"Hello, Mr. Jones," Cindy said in a mincing, childish voice.

Linda had prepared her well. Cindy's long blonde hair was done in pigtails, and she looked about ten years old. To add to the effect, Linda had dressed her in a pinafore, white knee socks, and patent-leather slippers. Cindy tried not to squirm. Linda had shaved off all her pussy hair to make her more like a child – and it itched.

"Why, hello, Cindy," the man said, grinning hungrily. "What a pretty little girl you are. How old are you?"

"Ten," Cindy said sweetly, batting her big blue eyes.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone now," Linda said nervously. "I have some errands to run." That wasn't true. She intended to stay right outside the apartment, ready to rescue Cindy if the john got too rough. She cast Cindy a nervous glance as she left, but Cindy looked full of confidence.

And why shouldn't she be? In Cindy's mind she'd already done everything there was to do in the realm of sex. She'd fucked fourteen different men, sometimes two or three at once, and she'd taken it in the mouth and the ass. She'd even made love with girls. And after being skewered on Cadillac's gigantic black prick, she felt she could handle any kind of cock she might encounter.

The one thing she hadn't known – and which Linda had taught her – was that some men liked a girl to play games, to pretend to be something other than what she was. Mr. Jones, for instance (and of course that wasn't his real name), wanted her to act like a little girl. That was fine with Cindy. She liked to act.

"Do you like candy, little girl?" said Jones, almost drooling with eagerness.

"Oh, yes," Cindy cooed.

"Then come sit on my lap, and I'll give you some," he said, taking the only chair in the place. It was rickety, and Cindy hoped it wouldn't collapse under his weight.

"Oh, goody!" she squealed, running to plump her butt down on Jones' knee. "What kinda candy you got, mister? I like the kind with nuts best."

He giggled. Oh, wow, Cindy thought, what a weirdo.

Mr. Jones slipped a plump arm around her and squeezed her tight. Cindy straightened up a little so he wouldn't touch her boobs and spoil the illusion – no "little girl" had tits that big. She wiggled her firm little ass around in his lap, but she felt no hard-on yet. Linda had told her that he might take a long time – but for five hundred bucks, it was worth it.

"Where's the candy, mister?" Cindy said plaintively. "You said you had some candy."

Jones giggled again, and Cindy noticed little specks of spittle at the corners of his fat mouth. She was thoroughly repulsed, but she didn't show it. That was rule number one, Linda had taught her – the customer was always Paul Newman.

"Why. I've got it right in my pocket, Cindy," he said. "You can take it out if you want." He was breathing very heavily now.

"Okay," Cindy said eagerly. "Which pocket, mister?"

"This one right here," said Jones. "It zips open." With a pudgy finger he indicated his fly. His breathing got heavier, and he couldn't seem to suppress his shrill giggles.

Cindy feigned wide-eyed innocence. "Gee," she said wonderingly, "I never saw a pocket like that before. Can I have as much candy as I want, Mr. Jones?"

"Sure, honey," he giggled. "It's all yours. Go ahead – unzip the pocket and find the candy."

Well, here we go, thought Cindy.

She unzipped his fly and contemplated the soft white worm of his prick. A little under average size, and clean. No problems. She turned her big blue eyes on the grinning, red-faced Jones.

"Mister," she said accusingly, "that ain't candy. I never saw candy like that before."

"Oh, yes, it is, dear," said Jones, hardly able to contain his excitement. "It's the best candy you ever tasted. Go ahead, take it out."

Cindy reached into the dark warmth of his fly and picked up the limp warm prick. She slowly drew it out into the light of the room and looked at it. It might be four inches long in its erect state, but right now his cock was tiny and shriveled, wormy white with a delicate network of blue veins, and the circumcised head was rosy and dry.

"It doesn't look like candy," she said innocently.

"It is," said Jones, snickering. "And it tastes really good. I'll show you how to eat it. It's a very special kind of candy. First you have to get down on your knees."

Cindy obeyed, glad for the knee socks which protected her from the rough uncarpeted floor. If she did her job well, she and Linda would have a place like Cadillac's, thickly carpeted and richly furnished. Her repulsion for Jones diminished as she thought of what his five hundred dollars would mean to her and her mother.

"Now pick up the candy and put it in your mouth, dear," said Jones, who was actually drooling by now.

Innocently Cindy obeyed, taking the limp, droopy prick in her little hand and popping it into her mouth. She had no trouble getting all of his rod inside. Thank God he was clean. Linda had told her that she might not always be so fortunate. But she was prepared for that, too. After all, she'd blown old dirty-pricked Calvin Trout and survived.

Jones quivered deliciously as he felt his limp cock stuffed into the juicy wetness of her silky mouth. He looked down at her and was perfectly pleased with the illusion created by her pigtails, pinafore, and small stature. She looked just like a grade-school child sucking a grown man's cock. Jones, of course, knew she was older – he'd seen the full swelling outline of her tits under the prim pinafore – but she was a good little actress, and he was content. He patronized a lot of whores, but few of them were as pretty and talented as this girl.

"Now suck on it, dear," he said breathlessly. "You'll find out how good it tastes."

Cindy began to suck his prick. She performed well, sucking gently and timidly at first, then with increasing speed and excitement. She could easily draw the short cock all the way back to her throat, till Jones' limp baggy nuts rubbed her chin. She made her saliva come in searing floods to bathe his flaccid meat.

"Ummmm!" she murmured.

Jones giggled shrilly. "Yes, it tastes really good, doesn't it? All the little girls I know love the taste of that special candy."

That's what you'd like to believe, you ugly old fart, thought Cindy irreverently. She felt she knew this man – and all men – inside out. They only wanted one thing – and she could supply it with skill and enthusiasm. She was going to make a lot of money out of their weakness, enough to keep her and Linda for life.

His short cock began to come to life in her busily sucking mouth. She sandwiched the twitching meat between her silky palate and her squirming tongue, and she felt it throbbing, growing. It slowly expanded to its full length and girth, but even then his cock was so small that she easily kept all of it in her mouth. She felt the hard knob beginning to dribble cock-juice down the back of her throat.

"Ummmm!" she exclaimed. "Uuuummmm!"

Jones chuckled, then gasped as Cindy began to suck his erect sensitive prick with hungry speed and force. "Eeeeeee!" he shrilled. "Awwww!"

Cindy thought he sounded like a wounded pig. In his excitement he began to participate in the blow-job, jerking his fat butt around on the rickety chair. He jabbed his hard little cock back and forth in her juicy sucking mouth, and his flabby balls slapped furiously against her chin.

"Yes, suck on it, little girl!" he squealed. "Suck the good candy! Eat all you want!" He giggled like a maniac. "There's a big surprise inside. You'll get it in a minute."

Oh, shit, thought Cindy. She wasn't in the least aroused. She could begin to see some of the problems of Linda's work-session after session with men who didn't turn her on, the sheer tedium of taking on many men a day. But Cindy was very young and optimistic. Out of all those men, there had to be some sexy ones, and then she'd get her kicks, too.