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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Wednesday, June 29, 2016

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Filename: gettin12.txt
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story_codes: M/gg (9, 5), g/g, cons

story_intro: When Chyna turns down an all-night offer from a regular client because there's no one else to watch Marissa, the man graciously offers a separate bed for the five year-old. Later, the man discovers that generosity has its own rewards as his bed becomes a little more crowded.


story_language: English




Getting Directions, Story 12

Written by madvlad


	Byron inserted the key card into the slot, getting a blinking red light for his efforts. Frowning, he tried again with the same result. Then he paused at the hotel room door, fished the mall paper folder that had held the card from his shirt pocket and checked the room number. He was in front of 228 and he was staying in 233.

	With a sheepish sigh, he turned to the correct door, earning a solid green light and a click when he slid his card in. Room 228 was last night - no, two nights ago. Last night was five hundred and something. Well, at least he went to the right floor today. 

	Wheeling his suitcase in, he set it against the wall and eased his laptop bag from his shoulder onto the room's desk table. Then he used the bathroom and as he was washing his hands, he couldn't help to see himself in the mirror.

	He was definitely a road warrior. Not the leather and chain mail-clad, muscle-bound guys with green Mohawks and scary tattoos that roamed freely across the landscape in post-apocalyptic movies. No, the mark of his ilk was the somewhat rumpled dress shirt and wrinkled slacks showing the hours of battle in office furniture. His middle was armored with a slowly spreading girth that would no longer see the inside of 44 inches in circumference and his hair was too thin on top to sport a Mohawk of any color. 

	Byron had a noon flight tomorrow out of the city across the river and the hotel he was staying was a usual for him when he was in the area. He was twenty miles down the Interstate from the river and could have stayed in the city overnight for convenience, but he liked the familiar comforts of this place. The chain hotel was clean and well-kept and there were several nearby restaurants that delivered.

	And up the highway at the last exit before crossing the river were other familiar comforts. 

	None of the girls recognized the car, which wasn't unusual since Byron had a rental. As he arrived, another car was parked there and a little red-haired girl in what looked like a school uniform got out and walked a little awkwardly up to where some of the girls were clustered. Judging from her gait, she must have kept her customer busy and happy.

	When Byron took the other car's place, he saw the blonde-haired vixen who often greeted the drivers, Sandy or something like that, peer into his window before she turned and called to another girl. Byron nodded his thanks as the blonde knew him by sight and knew who he wanted. Another girl's pleasant, round face framed by lush brown curls leaned in through the passenger side window and Byron grinned at her.

	"Hello, Chyna," he said. 

	"Hello," she replied sweetly. "I guess you're flying out tomorrow morning?"

	"Not 'til noon, actually. So I was wondering if your uncle was out of town..."

	Byron didn't know who Chyna's uncle was or what he did for a living - only that the man was sometimes gone at night. This had factored in greatly when Byron booked the time for his return flight weeks ago.

	Chyna understood that he customer wanted her to spend the night in his hotel room. It was awfully nice of him when he did that since they could take their time. And a restaurant meal for dinner and again for breakfast wasn't bad, either. But this time, she shook her head with real regret.

	"I could do a couple of hours but we took a girl in and she's too little to be by herself all night."

	Chyna had thought about this before, wondering what to do with Marissa when an all-night offer came up. Having her stay with her own mother was out of the question for fear of what the woman or the woman's boyfriend of the night might do to the little girl. Of her friends whom she trusted, their parents or guardians were an issue. Some for simple reasons that their trailers were just too full for visitors while others, like Sandra's stepfather, would be far too eager to have a cute little five year-old in close proximity and wouldn't be very gentle about it. 

	When Chyna waved to a small girl whose brown hair was elaborately braided, the tot waved back. Remembering the arrangement of his room, Byron spoke again.

	"Well, you can bring her along if you want. My room has two beds - that's all they had left. She can stay in one and after she's asleep, we can..."

	"We can watch TV!" Chyna finished for him, her eyes twinkling with her tease. 

	"Yes, I know how watching the financial news channels make you horny."

	Chyna giggled. It was a sound Byron loved. She called out to the girl - Marissa was her name - and Byron watched as the girl trotted to the car, her gray eyes lit up with curiosity.

	It had been a pleasant evening. Byron ordered Chinese from a place he and Chyna liked and they taught Marissa about the different foods she had never seen before. When it was time for bed, the five year-old was not nervous about being seen in her underwear by a man after Chyna stripped her down to her panties. With a belly full of egg rolls, lemon chicken, and fried wontons, she was fast asleep in the next bed while Byron and Chyna made out.

	The pair was naked by now. With Byron seated, Chyna was in his lap facing him with her spread legs clamped against his waist. While they French kissed, the girl was working her hips to rub her bald, pudgy snatch against the man's erection. As they continued on, her slit became moist and the rubbing against his dick became more urgent as her clit took the brunt of the contact. 

	Sliding his hands under Chyna's plush rump, Byron played with her buttocks before lifting her just enough to let her drop down onto his prick. With their bellies pressed together, his penetration was minimal but Chyna grunted in satisfaction against his tongue as his head slipped just past her entrance. 

	Byron lowered the girl away from him, noting Chyna's flushed face and open, drooling mouth as her face moved away from his. Leaning down, he captured one of the nine year-old's blubbery little tits and found the nipple there already erect. He sucked vigorously on the preteen breast, making Chyna grind her oozing cunt on his dick in appreciation. 

	After leaving Chyna's chest well mouthed on both sides, he lowered her completely to the bed. Lifting her legs, he drilled in between the girl's smooth and chunky thighs, finding her underage twat snug and slippery for him.

	"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Chyna softly barked with every thrust the man made into her hairless cunny. He had made her hot and bothered well before entering her and her little twat quickly convulsed against the sliding hardness in her body. Her soft belly and titties quivered with her orgasm and Byron responded with ball-ponding bursts of semen that filled the round little girl's organs while she shivered excitedly. 

	Byron rolled off of her while they lay together contentedly. He might or might not be able to become erect again tonight but there was always tomorrow morning. When Nature requested his attention a short while later, he excused himself and went to the bathroom.

	Marissa sat up in bed, having watched the action on the other bed while they thought she was asleep. Tilting her head, she regarded Chyna's slowly draining pussy, noting the man's ejaculate there. That made two things for her mouth and Marissa promptly slid from her bed and climbed into the other.

	Chyna had taught her all about the things girls could do together. Crawling between the other girl's parted legs, Marissa brought her face to Chyna's twat and began lapping the man's cum from the nine year-old's cleft.

	Shaken from her afterglow by the new contact, Chyna lifted her head to see the sweet little lips and tongue she was feeling do their magic. 

	"Are you going to make me cum?" she asked drowsily.

	"Uh huh," Marissa confirmed and immediately returned to her loving task.

	With all traces of the man's semen now residing in her tummy, the five year-old spread Chyna's chubby labia and used her tongue hard and fast inside. Now she was tasting nothing but girl juice and as more of the liquid flowed, Marissa became pleased with her success. 

	Yawning, Byron emerged from the bathroom and stopped in his tracks when he saw the preteen lesbian action taking place on his bed. The smaller girl had her face pressed against Chyna's newly-fucked pussy and was hungrily pleasuring the nine year-old. As he walked around, he admired the smooth little lines of Marissa's nearly naked body. 

	Unlike Chyna's fuller form, she only had the slight, receding plumpness of early childhood and her sturdy little thighs looked quite tasty. Even tastier was the outline of her buns through the panties she was wearing as she was on all fours.

	Getting hot from Marissa's oral efforts, Chyna weakly called out to the man.

	"You can take her panties off."

	Byron's penis had been thickening from the sight before him and now it began to rise as he accepted Chyna's invitation. As the tiny undies were tugged down, Marissa's cute little bottom was exposed to him. She allowed him to lift her legs, freeing her of her panties. From behind, he could see the hairless bulge of the five year-old's perfect cuntlet. When he fondled her there, Marissa waggled her hips a little and continued to lick on Chyna's twat.

	When Chyna came again, Marissa raised her head and just stared at her while the nice man kept working his fingers between her legs.

	"Marissa," Chyna said throatily. "You're too little for him to go inside. But if you roll over, I'm sure he'll rub you with his penis and make you feel really good."

	Marissa happily complied, giving Byron a huge smile on her cunt juice-smeared face and spread her legs for him. Her small, puffy mound was offered to him and the tyke cooed when the man's hardness rubbed along the cleft. When he stroked just right, Byron could feel the pea-like hardness of the tip of her clit pressing against him. 

	As Marissa was starting to squirm, Byron captured her round little rump, completely covering it with room to spare in his hands. Now he could rub harder, finding the hairless pussy shiny and slick as he smeared it with her own nectar. With a low whine, Marissa came. Afterward, she was content to lay there and let the man keep molesting her with his cock.

	The five year-old's soft cunny made a wonderful pillow for his sliding prick and her labia spread and anointed the moving shaft with more dew. With no warning, Byron's climax hit him. The first jet of semen spattered all over the child's torso. Quickly moving his organ to aim the head, Byson shot the rest of the wad into Marissa's tiny slit. She squeaked when the lava-like jism coated her baby pink interior, some of it getting past her portal and heating her up further inside. 

	Now it was Chyna's turn and she quickly got to her hands and knees and devoured her little lover's juicy twatlet. Marissa didn't mind at all and wrapped her little legs around Chyna's head while the  older girl dined away on her delicate sex. 

	Byron had been stroking his cock without thinking when he suddenly noticed he was hard again. Three times in one night? Chyna's ass was in the air, tempting him but it was the dripping cunny between her legs bore a greater invitation. 

	Feeling the man's hardness sink into her saturated tunnel, Chyna groaned as her tissues stretched. Then her tongue went back to digging into the five year-old's font as she enjoyed the best of both worlds.
	


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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