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story_codes: MMM+/g(8) Men/young girl, prostitute, semi-cons

story_intro: Rhetta's stepfather had put her to work this summer trolling at various events on the county fairgrounds for those looking for sex with a very underage girl. She knows how to read her prospective customers for interest but when one rather polite man pays extra to break her cherry, she finds herself on a path that will keep her legs open and her little pussy full of all kinds of thrusting things.


story_language: English





Carnival Alaxizz, Story 13

Written by madvlad


	As Sam and Carol strolled the midway, they passed a little round-faced girl that looked less than angelic when one looked further down her body. Her blue plaid blouse was unbuttoned enough to slide from one shoulder to display some of her flat chest and barely cover that side's nipple. But her tight denim shorts were the real attention-getter; cut off very high to show the lower portion of her rear. Like her chest and shoulder, the girl's buttocks were smoothly tanned, indicating that she was usually uncovered in these places.

	"A bit early for Halloween," Carol sniffed. "And who would want their daughter dressed like a hooker?"

	Sam grunted his assent, but stole another look at the girl. Those cheeks exposed below her shorts looked firm and fun. In contrast, Carol's overly generous pair was gradually surrendering to gravity. Seeing his gaze, the child played with her hair smiled at him sweetly.

	Rhetta brushed back her tousled brown locks with her fingers before toying with the ends which just reached past her collar. Then the man looked away and continued walking with his fat-assed wife or girlfriend. Too bad, because he seemed like the nice sort of customer she preferred. She immediately scanned the crowd again before finding a middle-aged man by himself staring at her.

	She met his gaze and before he could turn his head in embarrassment, tilted her head in a "come this way" manner. Then she started to walk past a couple of booths before pausing at a gap between the booths and a long canvas tent. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the man coming her way while nervously darting his eyes in case someone saw him. Rhetta favored him with a smile and walked down alongside the tent until she reached the area her stepfather, Bobby, had selected.

	An L-shaped wall of crates stacked behind the tent made the place somewhat secluded. The one open side faced nothing nearby and afforded Rhetta and her customers the privacy she needed. Bobby was skulking nearby, unseen, in case a customer wanted more than he might pay for.

	But the man who followed her wasn't that type. He'd be thrilled with whatever underage action he could get and would jack off at the memories for years.

	There was one large crate that Bobby had taken from nearby and set by the tent wall inside the makeshift alcove. Of course, Rhetta knew what that was for but hoped she wouldn't need it. Turning her frown into a friendly smile, she turned around to find the sweating man in the golf shirt and khaki shorts rubbing his fingers nervously. New customers were always like this and Rhetta's smile grew wider and friendlier to set him at ease.

	"I'm eight years old and not some circus midget," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her undeveloped chest.

	There was no paleness around the nipples - the little girl had spent a good amount of time topless.

	"Now, the peek at my tits was free," Rhetta continued. "But if you want my mouth, it's forty dollars and worth it. My butt's a hundred and it's gonna be five hundred if you want to pop my cherry."

	The man gibbered for a moment before pulling out is wallet. He thumbed through the bills, frowned, and then produced a pair of twenties. Rhetta took them from him and made a show out of slipping the folded bills down the front of her shorts as she closed her eyes in apparent pleasure.

	"Now you've got ten minutes to cum," the pint-sized whore stated before licking her lips knowingly. "But don't worry, I've never sent a customer away before he gave me a mouthful."

	The man stood still, eager but stupefied. Rhetta took hold of his belt buckle and grinned as she pulled him deeper within the hideaway so they couldn't be seen.

	"Don't be shy, Sugar Daddy," she cooed as she unzipped his fly. "Oh! You like me lots!"

	The man felt small fingers wrapping around his erection as Rhetta drew his member out. For a moment, she looked even younger than her tender age as she observed his dick with delight.

	After a few teasing licks, Rhetta opened wide and smothered the man's glans with her sultry little mouth.

	"Mmm," she purred as she slowly worked her tight lips up and down his length.

	The man gaped as this little girl swallowed so much of his prick. Her suction was so tight that her cheeks hollowed as she face-fucked him. Slowly, she rocked her head from side to side as she sucked the customer's engorged member. The movements added friction from her lips as they both rotated and slid while holding a fleshy compression around his rod. Rhetta's tongue danced along random places of the prick filling her young mouth and her heavy-lidded eyes gazed at the spit-shined cock.

	After three minutes of pedo heaven, the man jolted as he started spewing semen into the child's mouth. Rhetta cooed again and swallowed his load with loud gulps to show how much she enjoyed her customer's gift to her.

	Ten minutes later, the man was wandering the midway again, this time in a pleasant daze as his well-sucked dick hung loosely inside his boxer shorts. Rhetta was once again scanning for customers when she saw a familiar face.

	It was evident when the man grinned at her. He had a terrible overbite and his teeth were stained brownish yellow from a lifetime habit of chewing tobacco. She had given him two blowjobs here already this summer; once at some local stock car races and the other at the county fair just two weeks prior. For three years, Bobby had brought her to every outdoor event at the county's fairgrounds so she could work and provide for the family. Her mother stayed at home and collected disability checks (for what, Rhetta could never learn) and varied between being in a drunken stupor and being hungover.

	Once they got back among the crates, the man's hygienically-challenged grin grew wider and he pulled out a small wad of bills. Rhetta was about to reach for his fly and stopped.

	"I won me big at one o' them scratch-off games," he said as pushed five twenties at Rhetta. "Two hunnerd an' fiffy aint enough for yore cherry but I kin try that sweet young ass you like to show off. Now bend over, lil' girlie."

	This time, Rhetta tucked the money in a front pocket of her shorts. As he always did, Bobby already had everything from the last john and those before him today. Reaching between a gap between two crates making part of a wall, Rhetta took out a squeeze tube and handed it to the man.

	"Put it on your dick, mister," she told him before she unbuttoned her shorts.

	Turning her back to him, she pulled her cutoffs down to show she wore no panties. The one crate by itself was taller than her waist and she had to scramble a bit to get her upper half on before lying there bent over. The man noisily smacked his lips as he drank in the sight of those lush but firm little rump mounds presented for him. It was evident that she also wore no panties at other times.

	"Tell me where you live an' I'll come over an' rub sun tan oil on you," he said hoarsely as he stepped forward.

	Rhetta offered no comment as she was molested as a prelude to this sordid transaction. The man's calloused hands cupped the perfectly tan girly globes and squeezed them before pulling them apart.

	At the touch of his head against her asshole, Rhetta pushed with her muscles to help the sphincter open more easily for her customer. It was something she had already mastered around her stepfather's finger when Bobby put her in the trade just before she started kindergarten.

	Pushing into the kiddy whore's bottom, the man growled wetly. Despite Rhetta's muscle work, her opening anus clamped strongly around his cock before the greasy member was encapsulated by the hot interior of the grade schooler's ass meat. With short, hungry thrusts, the john entered the child's body until his groin was nearly touching the smooth bulbs of her rump.

	Pausing to enjoy the clench of an eight year-old's bowels holding his meat; he then sighed and started to move in and out. Before long, he was panting comments while sodomizing the tiny prostitute.

	"I caint believe it but yore ass feels better'n it looks. Sheeeit! An' I bet you never had a cock like mine before, hasn't you?"

	"Uhh!" the cock-stuffed little girl gasped. "No, nothing like it."

	"An' yore ass is so tight an' sweet. I can tell you love how I put it in you. Yore a horny lil' thing, aint you?"

	"Yes, when you do it like this."

	There was nothing about having a man shove his dick into her bunghole that Rhetta cared for. But when customers were talking while they were fucking, then they weren't thinking of some even sicker shit to try.

	"Yeah, yore lil' ass feels so cute 'cause it's huggin' my dick. An' this is what you want even if you preten' I gotta pay. You'll want me for free from now on and mebbe I won't make you pay," he giggled in a strangely high-pitched voice. "An...ah shit...here it cooomes."

	The little girl's anal copulation finished with a gush. Whatever his other faults might be, the man always produced a surprisingly large load. In their previous encounters, Rhetta had to work to get all of his splooge down her throat so she wouldn't spill any. Now she felt the enormous jets of goo washing into her insides and only quivered slightly as she was forced to take it.

	The man staggered backward, pulling his dick out of the eight year-old's asshole like a wet cork from a bottle. With happy, filthy language, he pulled his pants into place before jauntily walking away and whistling an off-key tune. A moment later, Bobby came in and handed her a used towel to clean herself. When she was done, he took the towel and the cash before swatting her on the butt to have her hurry back for more customers.

	Bobby had scarcely counted the money and pocketed it when a little girl with blonde curls tapped him on the leg. He was startled before noticing the bottoms of the tent flaps closing where they overlapped and wondered she had seen or heard. But she simply smiled at him beatifically; a beautiful vision in an old-fashioned pinafore with lacey white socks and black Mary Jane shoes. She was about the age that Rhetta had been when Bobby made her start working for money.

	"Mister?" the child asked with a slight lisp. "Do you wanna play a game with me?"

	"And what kind of game is that?" Bobby replied with a leer.

	The girl shyly dug a toe of one leather shoe into the ground blushed before she dared to look at him again.

	"It's a naughty game," she confessed.

	"Those are the best kind."

	The tot's blue eyes sparkled as she grinned at him. Getting onto her hands and knees, she scooted into the overlapping flaps again. Bobby got into the same position and discovered two things.

	First, was that the overlap ran for several feet so he hadn't missed an obvious exit into Rhetta's outdoor brothel. Secondly, before the outer flap closed and blocked all light for a moment, was that this little angel wore no panties. He caught just a flash of a bare rump and a tiny and perfect bald pussy before the outer flap fell against him.

	Moving forward, he found his way through the overlap and then was inside the tent where a single lantern hung from a pole to illuminate a small portion of the vast interior. The little girl stood nearby, delighted to have a playmate.

	"You wanna know what the name of the naughty game is?" she asked.

	"Pop goes the cherry?"

	"Nooo!" she laughed. "You're silly! It's called 'Human Sacrifice'."

	Before Bobby could ask, several shapes burst from the darkened area of the tent and grabbed him. His last mortal impression was of the little girl's cherubic laughter as he made the funniest faces when the unhuman things tore into him.

	Rhetta's next customer was certainly better dressed - and washed - than the last one. He exuded charm and confidence and didn't seem at all unsettled to be following a scantily clad little girl out of view. After Rhetta gave her presentation in prices however, she was dismayed to see the man produce five bills. She often got through a day without anyone pushing their greasy things into her little rear end but now she would have to take two in a row.

	But something was different and Rhetta blinked as five copies of Benjamin Franklin's likeness benignly stared up at her from the bills. Five hundred dollars - he was going to do her in her kitty. Bobby had never done her in there, wanting some horny pedo to pay plenty for the privilege. Then he would use his stepdaughter there as much as he liked.

	Bobby had told her at the start of the summer that she'd lose her cherry before school started and she was now just five days from beginning third grade. Laughing, he looked at the group photo of her second grade class and commented on each girl and which holes he supposed she had used to take dicks already.

	Shivering despite the hot noontime sun, she lowered her shorts again and climbed onto the crate in the same position as before so he could take her from behind. But the man rolled her over so that he could see her privates as they were similarly kissed by Rhetta's all-over tan.

	Bobby routinely made her get naked with him in the back yard while her mother was sleeping off the drinks of the night before. Sometimes she sucked him and sometimes she had to service him with her bottom. Other times, he just had her lie naked on a blanket while he stood over her, jacking off. When his cum landed on her, the little girl would wipe it off with her fingers before licking them clean.

	"Ah, a sun-worshipper, then?" the man jovially noted. "It looks good on you."

	Spreading her legs, the man spoke in a language Rhetta had never heard. It was odd because he only sounded like a Yankee and not a foreigner. Despite her trepidation over what was about to happen, she looked at him curiously. The man noticed and smiled as he casually caressed the child's hairless vulva.

	"It's a spell, you see. This will enable to take it all inside that delightful little quim of yours. What do girls your age call it these days?"

	"My kitty," Rhetta replied automatically before her eyes grew large at the sight of the man's hard-on.

	It looked human in color and shape but the size...was he part horse? Rhetta mumbled in fright and tried to scoot back on the crate but the man gently shushed her said more unknown words that left her unable to move on her own.

	"Kitty," Wendell laughed as he nudged the girl's hairless lips open with his glans. "How delightful. Here kitty, kitty."

	The shove came as a shock the Rhetta. A forceful ripping in her cunt made her fear she was being murdered. But Wendell was true to his word and the little girl's sex enlarged tremendously but remained intact except for her shredded hymen. The man kept jamming it in, stretching and impaling the eight year-old's virgin pussy to turn it into a whore's cum socket. By all things natural, Wendell's cock should have pushing against Rhetta's heart by the time he had sunk his meat completely into her. But there was little about him that was natural anymore and it allowed him to do things to the girl that her late stepfather could have never dreamed of.

	With thrusts that made the preteen prostitute's snatch gurgle, Wendell fucked her under the mellow summer sun. The child's tanned body gleamed everywhere with her sweat and her smooth labia were spread incredibly wide around the plunging prick. Only the flecks of red on her crotch and dripping from her stretched hole to her buttocks interrupted the color of sun-painted golden brown.

	The plundering cock fiercely rubbed inside the little girl's taut channel to make her drooling and slick. Her eyes rolling, Rhetta experienced the pain of abuse in her deflowered cuntlet while flames of induced lust licked away at her remaining innocence. She feebly moved her arms while her legs remained widely forced apart by the man rutting in her childish twat.

	When she lifted her head to witness what she was feeling, she could see her belly pulsing from the prick ravishing her quivering little snatch. Rhetta's head dropped back on the crate and she could only make breathy croaks as she was fucked into her first ever climax. Wendell met her reaction with steaming loads of cum that washed through her immature sexual anatomy.

	He remained standing with his dick still baking in the swampy heat of Rhetta's clinging cunny. Addressing the panting child calmly, he discussed her future.

	"You've been conducting business in our carnival without negotiating a contract," he gently chided. "But as that should have been your stepfather's responsibility as your agent, I will not hold that against you. However, he has now retired and you have a choice of returning to that ramshackle little trailer with your bottle-feeding mother or you can stay here and continue your profession."

	Rhetta didn't know what had happened to Bobby but something in the man's voice hinted that he was no longer a factor in her life. What would her mother be like if Bobby was really gone? Even worse? Rhetta pictured the grimy interior of their mobile home with her mother's boozy sobs filling the stifling air. And eventually there would be another man who was likely less interested in the woman's ill-kept body than he was of the fresher, tighter one of her young daughter.

	She never wanted to sell her body but now understood that it could take her away from all of that. And if it meant that those special things that had just occurred inside her would happen regularly, she could do nothing else but nod her head.

	"Excellent," Wendell said. "You can service as many customers as you can - we'll handle the arrangements. But since you're now our carnival whore and part of our family, family members should get half-price. Agreed?"

	Another nod.

	"Very well. Now since I paid you full price, my next one should be free."

	The little girl squeaked as the engorged cock inside her began to move again.

	That afternoon and evening, Rhetta had many paying visitors at full fare in her new tent. She recognized the mayor and a janitor from her school but they were like the others; jamming their pricks into her tender holes and thrusting in and out until their relief hit and injected more sperm into the former elementary schoolgirl's compact body.

	After hours, her labors increased as her new "family" came to use her. There was a crude clay jar in the room where bills of various dollar denominations were put. She didn't know that the jar had been used for countless other little whores like herself. Over the years, the vessel had received dollars when they were made of silver and gold and before that, doubloons, denarii, hektes, drachmas, and sheqels.

	There were times where Rhetta thought that some of them didn't look quite right as if they were not completely human. When something with dark leathery skin and eyes of glowing orange took his place between her legs, there was no amount of imagination that could tell her that he was just another man.

	Lifting the girl by the waist, he pulled her onto a cock every bit as large as Wendell's but with raised fins running along its length. Rhetta tried to protest but could only wail as the creature's prick bored into her defenseless cunt. Her head bounced limply on her neck as he slid her body back and forth while also using his hips to ream the little girl's tight pussy and seed her with something that intensified the subtly building craving for more grinding contact inside her body. When an ape-like thing, her next customer, plunged his meat into her ass, the child sobbed in needful relief.

	It was nearing sunrise and Rhetta was exhausted but not yet done. She was on her hands and knees, taking a large and heavily veined prick in her mouth and throat. Spittle fell as the green dick of the towering being made full strokes through Rhetta's laboring lips. Another male, this one a canine-looking human, dropped his money in the ancient jar and prepared to take Rhetta doggy-style.

	The tiny bulge of her cunny still leaked jism from countless others but that did not deter the male as he pushed his red cock into the hairless twat. More heavy goo was forced from the child's hole as it was filled and her new mate was quite pleased. She was very slippery from being creamed for hours but her little pussy still squeezed the invading prick with the exquisiteness of an eight year-old.

	Kara peeked in to see the new worker her husband had recruited was doing and grinned. Rhetta was quite an industrious little thing. All of that non-human seed being injected into her could get her knocked up at even this age and Kara had used a spell to ensure that Rhetta would not become gravid.

	Of course, if the girl ever wanted to have babies, a reassignment to the breeding chambers would have her belly swollen in little time. After all, Wendell and Kara were nothing if not sensitive to the needs of their employees.


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