Sheri Frick - Lust Against Her Will

Suzanne stepped out of the mom and went to the next doorway. She opened the big door and stepped inside. Dad-dy," she cooed. "Dad-dy, can I-" Her hand flew to her mouth. "Ohh! I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't know you had company."

"Come in, come in, child," said the guest. He was a tall, lean man, totally bald, and with a hungry look about him. "Why, Ernie, you never told me you had any little girls."

Ernie came over and put his arm around Suzanne's shoulders in a fatherly way. "Why, yes, this is Suzanne." He looked down at her. "Suzanne, say hello to Mr. Burns."

"Hul-lo Mis-ter Burns," she said childishly.

"Hul-lo Su-zanne," he said, imitating her. "How old are you?"

She put her hands behind her back and swiveled back and forth. "Guess?" she teased.

Burns laughed lecherously, eyes devouring her, locking the swelling hints of breasts beneath the frilly dress. She looked like a growing young thirteen-year-old.

Ernie handed the man a drink, then went back to the cabinet to fix one for himself-and "accidentally" knocked a shot glass to the carpet

"I'll get it, Daddy!" Suzanne cried on cue, flouncing over. She bent at the waist, her dress hiking up to reveal tight pink panties over smooth young ass cheeks, the split of her mint lips displayed enticingly to the dirty old man.

She could almost feel Burns' eyes on her there. "Thank you, sweetheart," Ernie said. He "accidentally" caught sight of his watch. "Oh, cripes." He turned to face his guest "Bill," he said. "I'm sorry, but could you excuse me for about a half-hour? I'm supposed to pick up my oldest at her friend's house. Would you mind making yourself comfortable while I'm gone?"

Burns' eyes flickered over to Suzanne-and found her gaze almost challenging him. "No," he said quickly. "Don't worry about it. Your delightful little girl will keep me company and tell me all about her summer vacation and the interesting things she's been doing. Won't you?"

Suzanne nodded silently, feigning excitement. She was quite a little actress.

"Now you be a good girl, Suzanne," Ernie said. "And do whatever Mr. Burns tells you."

"Yes, Dad-dy," she said, eyes wide.

Ernie left and Burns immediately patted the big leather sofa, indicating the seat beside him. "Come over and sit down next to me," he said.

Cheerfully, the "little girl" bounced over and plopped onto the rich leather next to him.

"Now, you just tell your Uncle Bill what you've been doing this summer."

She put one finger between her lips and sucked on it as if thinking. Burns' gaze seemed riveted to the finger, to her round, moist lips around it.

"Well," she said suddenly. "I'm in a swimming club in town, and I learned how to do the butterfly stroke," she said.

"Are you a good swimmer?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh. I really like the club except… She made a face.

"Except what, sweetie-pie?"

Again she sucked that finger, this time letting it slip into her mouth up to the knuckle before pulling it back out, to the accompaniment of a wet, popping sound.

"I don't know," she said, shifting on the leather couch, the short dress working up over her thighs to expose just a hint of pink at her crotch.

"Now, now," he said, putting one arm around her shoulders and drawing her close. "You can tell your Uncle Bill."

She let herself be cuddled close and said, "Well, the boys keep trying to, you know, touch me."

He made his face puzzled. "What do you mean? Where do they touch you?"

She looked up at him, pouting. "They touch my little titties, all the time. They keep sneaking up and grabbing them or sometimes putting their hands inside my swimsuit and playing with them."

"They do that to a little girl like you?"

She got coy. "Well, I'm not really so liddle," she said childishly. "But Daddy makes me wear tight dresses that make me look liddle-especially around my tities."

She sat up, turning confidentially towards him. "I'll tell you a secret?"

"It's safe with me," Burns said, one hand working around her slender waist.

"In my swimsuit, my tithes look real big. Daddy makes me wear my old swimsuit, the one I used to wear before my titties got bigger." She giggled. "That makes them seem even bigger, now."

"Aw, you know they're just little. You haven't even started to grow up yet."

"I have too!"

"No, you haven't."

"Have, too! I'll show you!" She reached her hands behind her and unfastened the top snap of the dress, then pulled the zipper down to her waist and took her arms out.

Burns swallowed nervously.

She stood in front of him, holding the top of the dress close to her. "Look, Mr. Doubting Thomas!"

She let the top of the dress fall and her luscious young breasts jutted out, nipples hard, and bright from the tight confines of the dress.

Burns licked his lips, his eyes feasting on the delectable young mounds in front of him.

"And you say the boys grab them?'

She nodded emphatically, causing those snowy handfuls to bobble. "Sometimes they squeeze hard and it hurts," she complained.

"How hard do they squeeze, these boys?" he asked, reaching out one hand and letting it rest on one young tit. "Do they squeeze it like this?" He illustrated with a gentle pressure.

"Oh, no," she said, shaking her head and putting one hand over his. "Harder."

He tightened his fingers, but still was gentle.

"Like this?"

She squeezed his hand into her breast with her own. "Like that."

"Ooohh," he said. "I see."

She loosened her hand on his and said, "When they squeeze it like this, like you're squeezing it now," she paused and her face became more relaxed, "it feels sort of good."

"Do they ever do this?" he asked, moving his fingers in a gentle caress.

"Oh, nooo," she said dreamily. "But I wish they would. I like that."

His other hand came up to cup the swelling mound of her other breast, his fingers moving, never ceasing, occasionally finding and brushing the sensitive nipples.

He drew her towards him, slipping his hands down around the small of her back and taking one nipple into his mouth, suckling it, whipping it with his tongue. She moaned and he stopped, looking up into her sweet face with concern.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, no," she said quickly. "It felt so gooood."

"Didn't anyone ever do that to you before?"

Eyes wide, she shook her head and pulled his mouth back to the offering of her breast. He continued manipulating the stiff bud for a few moments, then went to work on the other.

She gasped and wriggled under his oral ministrations. Burns slipped his hand lower on her, pushing her dress away from her hips.

"Oh! What are you fooling with my dress for?"

He looked up at her serenely. "Do you like what I'm doing with your little tities?"

She nodded. "I know something that you'll like even better!"

"Really?"

He nodded and put his mouth back along the swell of her tit, pushing the dress down around her ankles and then hooking his finger in her panties. He pulled them down, exposing her shaved cunt. Suzanne had known to strip away the hair there when her father had told her she had to look like a little girl of thirteen or fourteen for the man.

One hand moved between her legs, rubbing a thick finger along the lips of her cunt, rubbing, rubbing, palpitating her little clitoris.

Suzanne wriggled and gasped, genuinely caught up in the sensations-but not so much so that she forgot her role.

"Oh!" she gasped. "It just doesn't seem-Oh!-fair for me to have so much-Oh!-fun when you don't have any-Oh!"

Burns, bald pate glistening with perspiration, breathing heavily, flushed with excitement, tore his mouth away and smiled softly. "Well," he sad. "There is something that makes me feel good, too but you'd have to be an awfully grown-up little girl to do it, and you'd have to promise never to tell anyone about forever and ever."