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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, June 02, 2014

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: everythi.txt
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story_codes: M/g(7), discipline

story_intro: When circumstances provide Steve the opportunity to be alone with a little girl, he rolls the dice and acts on his long suppressed desires. And what he gets exceeds even his fertile imagination.

story_language: English



Everything He Wants

Written by madvlad


	After an hour, the border between fantasy and reality was about to be breached.

	Steve hadn't been trolling for a girl - his age of preference was far too young for him to risk anything beyond what he had experienced on the internet. But it didn't mean he never noticed them and added them to his list of carnal daydreams.

	He was simply going to the post office on a Saturday morning when most of downtown was deserted and saw her just outside the bus station. She had to be on the earlier side of the six-to-ten year old age range that was his favorite (not that he wouldn't make an exception if she was beyond those years.

	Steve immediately committed her to memory; blonde hair in a page-boy sort of cut and brown eyes, white long-sleeve shirt and pink bib overalls. The overalls were baggy, but he quickly drew a picture in his head of how her snug little body would appear as he unfastened the straps and drew the garment down. Her white cotton panties would be slightly loose, too, allowing him to slip a fingertip in the leg band, first touching the side of her powdery smooth cunny mound - ah, so warm to the touch - before drawing his finger toward the...

	Steve hit the brakes so he could turn sharply. He had nearly passed the post office. As he pulled into the parking lot, his erection was wilting and he could almost feel his cock protesting after the build-up to a very lurid picture show of the mind.

	But Steve was just thankful he hadn't rear-ended someone while he was daydream. Just his luck that it would have been a police cruiser if he had. He could picture the cop coming over to his car while Steve sat there with a hard-on poking up in his crotch.

	"You see, officer, I was fantasizing about fucking this little girl I just saw and..."

	Yeah, that would have gone over well. Or maybe the cop might have also been a pedo and would have let him off the hook. Riiiight.

	The girl was still standing on the sidewalk when Steve was finished at the post office. She was clutching the handle of a small, pink roll-around suitcase with something on it, obviously waiting for someone who was supposed to get her. Steve didn't know what kind of parental situation the kid had, but they had to be stupid to let the kid stand out there alone.

	Come to think of it, why was she alone? Had she ridden the bus that way from some other city? He didn't know what kind of policy the bus lines had about little kids traveling alone, but since they didn't have the security of the airports, there might not be much policy at all.

	Maybe some stranger on the bus had taken her to the back with him during the night when the interior was dark and the other passengers were sleeping. He'd finger that bald little snatch, making the tot squirm as she got hot and wet down there and didn't understand why. Then he'd put his hand over her mouth - the same hand that he had used on her pussy so she could now smell her cunt juice - while he eased his cock into her tiny slit. During the next move, the hand would hold fast over the girl's mouth as he popped her cherry, forcing her baby cuntlet to caress his prick with its tight, slick interior. It would clutch at him as he moved in and out, expanding incredibly as she was so young to have a man inside her.

	The girl's struggles would diminish as she responded the hard meat masterfully pounding her itty-bitty pussy. She'd thrust her little bottom back at him, adding more contribution to her first fuck. Of course, she couldn't help but to try to say something with his hand still in place while the man hosed her underage cunt out with massive amounts of jism...

	Barbie. The girl had a Barbie suitcase. Maybe she had several pairs of Barbie panties in it. Of course she would. After getting fucked, she might have put on a clean pair.

	By the time an hour had passed, Steve had cruised past the girl a good ten times. After so many fantasies, he had become worked up enough to act. This was an older part of downtown and there were no security cameras about, so he took his chance. Pulling up to the curb next to the girl, he rolled down the passenger window.

	"Hey, little girl," (now if that wasn't a classic pedo pick-up line...). "I've seen you standing here for over an hour. Are you okay?"

	The girl pursed her lips and shook her head.

	"My daddy was supposed to be here and he's not. I'm scared."

	For a moment, Steve felt guilty about taking advantage of this little waif. But the moment passed and he resumed his efforts.

	"Maybe I can help you find him. Why don't you get in?"

	The girl stood still for a moment, thinking about it. Then with a look of relief on her face, she nodded. When Steve leaned over and opened the passenger side door, she slid in, placing her small Barbie suitcase on the floor. While she buckled up (after all, safety came first - especially after getting into a stranger's car), Steve casually drove off.

	"So what's your name?" Steve asked.

	"Taylor."

	"Hi, Taylor. Aren't you kind of young to be traveling by yourself?"

	"Nope. I'm already seven years old."

	"Oh, right. My bad."

	As he drove, Steve's mind was racing. Where could he take a little girl for...whatever the hell he could get away with? In the back of his head, he was freaking out at the idiocy of his actions, but he was mostly to get this girl someplace isolated. His apartment was out of the questions as some neighbors would undoubtedly see him. But it was Taylor who solved his dilemma.

	"There!" she called, pointing to an old building that seemed to be abandoned. "Daddy works in there. He does ren...reno..."

	"Renovations?"

	"Yeah, that's it!"

	Steve scoped the area out. There were no other vehicles about so he pulled over to the building. Taylor got out and confidently walked to the front door, pulling her suitcase with her. When Steve joined her, she pointed to a digital keypad that was incongruous with the old brick.

	"My daddy showed me this. I can use my birthday."

	Taylor punched in a series of numbers that Steve presumed matched up with her birthdate. There was an audible click and they were able to open the door. The interior was stripped bare; several fluorescent lights illuminating the hallway. Taylor walked slowly, counting the doors to the right until she apparently reached the one she wanted and opened it.

	Steve walked inside and closed the door behind him, pressing the button next to the knob to mechanically lock it. Taylor was looking around at the plastic sheeting and step ladders that indicated some work was still in progress.

	"Looks like no one else is here," Steve observed.

	"Yeah," Taylor said, quietly. "I thought Daddy would be here."

	Then she unzipped her Barbie suitcase, looking for something. Steve knelt down and turned the girl so what she was facing him. There was a roaring in his ears and he felt a little dizzy as he found himself rushing toward the culmination of so many fantasies he had had since puberty.

	"Taylor," she said softly. "I'm going to do some things with you. Now don't be scared, okay?"

	Taylor tilted her head in curiosity at his statement and then watched as he undid the fasteners of her overall straps.

	"Are you going to be naughty?" she asked.

	"Yes, I am."

	Taylor said nothing more as Steve pushed the straps from her shoulders. Her overalls started fall from her but Steve caught them. Slowly, he eased them down, wanting to take his time as her body was revealed to him. Her shirt was finally uncovered and he knew it would get better below the hem.

	Her panties were black - not white or maybe pink like he had imagined. And they were oh-so-tight on her little cunt and very skimpy. And they were shiny - latex. A latex thong on a seven year-old? Not that Steve was complaining, but what the hell? Then there were the fishnet stockings.

	This was too much and Steve looked up to ask. At the same time, Taylor's arm whipped up. Steve had the impression of something black and bulky-looking in her small hand before something popped and his senses overloaded.

	Now he was on the floor, unable to move and staring as Taylor placed her Taser on top of her bag. She pulled off her shirt, giving Steve a glimpse of the black latex bra stretched over her flat chest. Sitting on the floor, Taylor replaced her sneakers and socks with a pair of black leather boots that came up to just under her knees and then took a riding crop from her bag.

	"You've been a naughty boy," Taylor said with a pouty expression and with sudden cold steel in her voice. She slapped the crop in her palm, producing a sharp report. "And I know just how to treat naughty boys."

	She strutted around Steve with sheer confidence while his mind raced. What the hell was this all about? From her manner, she was obviously used to doing this. But Steve wasn't. When he tried to speak, his Taser-addled nerves wouldn't let his mouth work right.

	"Mong," was all he could say.

	"Hmm?" Taylor said, curling one corner of her mouth in a sultry sneer.

	"Mong," Steve repeated before adding further clarification. "Mong mong mong."

	Taylor suddenly stopped and knelt next to his head, her expression soft and innocent once more.

	"Gosh, I'm sorry, mister," she whispered in her normal little voice. "Sometimes the Taser doesn't let you speak right, but you'll be okay in an hour or two."

	She stood up, taking a moment to get back into her dominatrix persona, and strutted around Steve, telling him about all of the punishments he was to receive while lightly swatting him with the crop. The Tasering and subsequent paralysis sucked, but he found himself looking forward to the punishments - some of them at least. Then she removed all of his clothing, folding them very neatly and placing them on a workbench nearby.

	"Before we go any further, slave," she intoned. "You shall make me wet."

	Taylor slipped off her thong and stood over Steve with one booted foot on each side of his head. From the floor, Steve stared up with her hairless snatch which looked nicely soft and round. As she squatted down, Steve's saliva was running heavily. When Taylor's fleshy little mound made contact with his mouth, Steve opened his jaws. He tried sucking and licking the pliant cunny, but his movements were disjointed while his nerves were still partially disrupted.

	Taylor rocked back and forth on top of him, trying to aid in her stimulation. Steve was just starting to taste the heavenly secretions of her kiddy cunt on the tip of his tongue when she scooted from his face to his chest.

	"Mong," he pleaded, wanting more.

	"No, slave, you were barely adequate," she sneered. "The muscles in your mouth aren't working right and...ooh, now here's a muscle that's working right."

	Taylor had turned her head and was about to smack Steve's groin with the crop when she saw his erection. She rolled onto her side, lying perpendicular to Steve and slithered up to his crotch. With one hand, she grabbed his cock, licking it with slow strokes of her tongue from bottom to top. Her other hand was quickly busy in her little pussy, frigging like a pro and making herself a dripping mess in short order.

	"Your cock now belongs to me slave," she announced as she repositioned herself to squat over Steve's erection.

	Twisting her hips, she lowered herself onto his dick. Steve groaned as her labia spread over the head, kissing it wetly as the girl slid down. Her entrance seemed too small and Taylor grunted as she forced herself onto the prick, gasping louder as her entrance was finally breached. The seven year-old gyrated harder as she made her tiny pussy shift and stretch on the man's cock. Taylor's dominatrix veneer vanished momentarily with the strain she had as she was initially penetrated, returning when she regained her composure and her tunnel had once again adapted to an adult penis. She worked her compact little body further and Steve watched as the little girl impaled her cunny as far as it would go.

	"Hnn...mmph," she grunted, her eyes heavy-lidded as she began to ride Steve's cock.

	Steve wanted to touch her with his hands, but his arms weren't responding. So he lay there, transfixed as the little girl in kinky clothing wrenched her gooey pussy up and down, grunting and gasping as she dominated their coupling. Her smooth legs were well spread, her thighs flexing as she moved. It had to be difficult as the seven year-old was so tightly stuffed. Steve couldn't hold out for long and emptied his balls into the child's sex organs.

	"Ahhh!" Taylor sighed, her head lolling as her body twitched with every burst of hot semen that was injected into her.

	The girl sat still for a moment, gathering herself as she readied to continue her act.

	"That was acceptable, slave, "but you shall be drained dry when we are done. I-"

	The lock in the room's door clicked and the door opened. A man of average build with thinning hair and a slightly pockmarked face came in, looking around in confusion before he settled on Taylor as she was still seated with Steve's prick still trapped in her overheated twat. The man's suit looked expensive and Steve was wondering what this new development was all about.

	"What are you doing here with him, Taylor?" he asked, concerned but not angry.

	"He's the client, Marty," the girl answered.

	Her use of his first name told Steve that this guy was not Taylor's father. The man's hair was dark and although he was clean-shaven, Steve could see the shade of a dark beard on his face already in the morning. Although not big, this guy looked like the sort who could hurt people very easily. Had it not been for the little girl's cunt still wrapped around his dick, he would have wilted completely.

	"The client is parked at the bus station - he was delayed about an hour, but he's ready now. So who's this? You know better than to go off with an un-cleared stranger. We were worried sick about you. Fortunately, we tracked your cell phone location."

	"But he came on to me and offered me a ride, just like the clients do," Taylor explained.

	The man - Marty, was it? - grinned, his features softening. Shaking his head, he chuckled.

	"I see the situation," he said. "What we have here is not a customer, but a garden variety child molester instead. Am I right, buddy?"

	"Mong," Steve confessed.

	Marty's brow furrowed until Taylor pointed to the Taser. Nodding again, he knelt down next to Steve, unmindful of the dust getting on the knee of his suit pants.

	"We can do this a couple of ways," Marty explained calmly. "We can kill you, but that would leave a mess and a body to dispose of. And then some witnesses might have seen you around here or at the station, so that causes us problems. And of course, it gives you a pretty huge complication, too."

	"Mong," Steve fearfully acknowledged.

	"On the other hand, we can do something mutually acceptable. You know about Taylor and we know you like to fuck little girls. If any of us rats on the other, we're all screwed. So I think the best thing is for everyone to stay quiet about this. Does that sound acceptable?"

	"Mong," agreed Steve, quite reasonable about this arrangement.

	Marty patted Steve's shoulder and stood up.

	"I appreciate this and, hey, you got laid for your trouble," Marty said to Steve before turning to Taylor and playfully ruffling her hair. "Okay, kiddo, get yourself cleaned up. I'll take you back to the station in fifteen minutes. Is that okay?"

	"Sure, Marty," Taylor said. "Thanks!"

	Still chuckling, Marty walked to the door, pulling a cell phone out.

	"You won't believe this," Steve heard him say as he walked out of the room.

	By the time Taylor managed to extract her pussy from Steve's prick with a messy plopping sound, all traces of the dominatrix personality was gone, leaving only the wide-eyed little girl he had first encountered. His instincts told him that the riding crop-wielding girl had been an act, although she certainly seemed to enjoy riding a cock once she managed to get it inside her cunny.

	Taking a package of moisturized wiping cloths from her suitcase, cleaned her groin and then daintily wiped Steve's dick. As she looked at his face, her cheeks turned pink.

	"Gee, Mister. I'm sorry I made you cum. I thought you were a client."

	"Mong," Steve replied, graciously accepting her apology.

	She finished getting dressed; once more revealing none of the hardcore garments beneath her white shirt and pink overalls. Shyly, she looked at the floor, twisting the toe of one sneaker against the concrete as she spoke.

	"I hoped you liked it."

	"Mong! Mong!"

	"Really?" she squeaked, her face lighting up. "Oh goody! Here, take this and leave a message -  someone will contact you. You can even ask for me if you want."

	She showed Steve a business card with only a phone number and e-mail address on it and then placed it on his chest. With her boots, riding crop, Taser, and other paraphernalia (Steve could only guess what) packed in her pink Barbie suitcase, the little girl waved shyly and left the room.

	As soon as his limbs could work again, Steve made sure the card was safely in his wallet before getting dressed.


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