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story_codes: M/g(5), oral, anal, first, cons

story_intro: Through much of 1933, the city of Shanghai tettered on the brink of all-out war while fortunes were gambled and life was part desperation and part carnival. Agaist this chaotic backdrop is an American businessman who discovers the wonders of a certain brothel.

story_language: English




Shanghai Import

Written by madvlad


	For men like Arnie Molson, Shanghai in 1937 was the place to be. Japan and China were in a state of semi war, with Japanese incursions in several areas. Five years earlier, an attempted Japanese invasion of Shanghai had ended in a standstill and an uneasy cease-fire was still in effect.

	There was still a Japanese presence in the city, both militarily and industrially. But the Japanese were not the only foreigners in the city; many Europeans, including thousands of Russians who had fled the now communist Soviet Union, called Shanghai their home. Culture, industry and trade flourished in the port city that was one of the largest and most diverse cities in the world.

	The growing military tensions made stability tenuous at best. But for those who had the moxie like Arnie, Shanghai was the place to make a fortune. And to get laid in the most remarkable ways.

	At five foot-six and one hundred thirty-five pounds, he was no impressive physical specimen. A weak chin and a hairline defined by a slow but steady retreat of his brown locks did nothing to add to his appearance. He felt his best facial attribute was his pencil thin moustache, which was at least perfectly average.

	But Arnie was a shrewd, quick thinker. His appearance belied this and he had often used it to his advantage in negotiations. He was a specialty buyer and importer who could acquire seemingly anything from anywhere for a variety of customers; collectors of artwork, industries needing certain resources of finished goods, and the movie studios that were so prevalent in his home town of Los Angeles.

	The key to Arnie's continued success was his ability to work deals that benefited everyone, ensuring customer loyalty and a solid reputation at the ripe young age of thirty. And although he avoided stickier things like narcotics, he occasionally got involved in situations that were slightly unsavory and required his delicate touch.

	A year before his trip, a movie studio mogul had surreptitiously asked for Arnie's help with such a problem. Two young women from Sweden, Inga and Gerda had, like many others, come to Hollywood in search of stardom. They were pretty enough, but not beautiful and had all of the acting ability of a sandbox.

	But the studio head had kept them on as "special assistants" after discovering they were ardent lesbians who also had a taste for younger girls. He enjoyed watching them have sex and occasionally inserted himself in the action after procuring a preteen to join in the action. But the man's wife had become suspicious of him and had hired a private detective who had reported the frequent presence of two young blondes in the executive's office.

	The wife was the daughter of a prominent judge and could turn this into a civil and criminal hash for the movie honcho. Divorce, public scandal, prison, and financial ruin awaited him. And it was likely that her vindictiveness would extend to Inga and Gerda; getting them deported on so-called moral grounds.

	Arnie had intervened, manufacturing proof that the Swedes actually worked for him, acting as go-betweens between Molson Acquisitions and the studio. Stacks of paperwork - invoices, receipts, and contracts with the women's signatures - suddenly appeared and were allowed to fall into the detective's possession. Although there was still some suspicion, there was no solid evidence against the husband and, in fact, some evidence to show there was no affair at all. Fortunately, anytime the women had brought in a young girl (ages 10-12), they had been very careful and no one else had seen them.

	But the husband was no fool and parted ways with Inga and Gerda. While it had worked out for him, the women now had nowhere to go. But Arnie offered them to be a combination his private secretaries and housekeepers at home. He told them he knew about their relationship and assured them that he would leave them at peace and would not insist on joining in on their fun. He only insisted that they be careful about including any youngsters in his home as that could lead to trouble. Discretion was the key for all of them.

	Inga and Gerda were greatly relieved and showed their loyalty in return. They occasionally took a long weekend to Mexico where Arnie assumed they indulged in some of their more pedophiliac desires. If he ever decided to partake in some of his own prurient interests in his home, Inga and Gerda would keep his secrets.

	Shortly after his arrival in Shanghai in January, he had befriended Boris Nemakov, a Russian migr whose business dealings seemed a little shady, although Arnie could never be sure what exactly they were. Boris was a regular at Madame Sheng's brothel, one of the nicer establishments in the city but not too posh. Soon, Arnie was joining Boris there for recreation.

	"They will watch you," Boris told Arnie. "When they know you will behave, you can have access to more, er, specialty girls."

	"Specialty girls?"

	"Behave and you'll find out," Boris said with a wink.

	"Ah, Mr. Boris visits us with a friend!" a middle-aged Chinese woman gushed as she greeted the men.

	"Madame Sheng, please allow me to introduce my good friend from America, Mr. Arnold Molson."

	"Please call me Arnie," the American replied.

	Madame Sheng nodded and shook his hand, western-style. Arnie could tell she was looking at him carefully as if searching for any character flaws that might bring trouble to her place of business. It was difficult to discern her age as she was very careful with her make-up and her clothing. Arnie chose those qualities to ease her concerns.

	"Boris has told me how well your establishment is kept. Everything is clean and orderly and serene."

	A slight tug at the corner of Madame Sheng's mouth told Arnie he had passed his first test. She bade him to wait in the parlor while one of her girls took his order and served him a drink. Boris had told him of the hierarchy at the brothel. The girls who served drinks were not be bedded and Arnie should never ask.

	Another girl to whom Madame Sheng had whispered some instructions returned to the parlor and spoke in her mistress' ear. Madame Sheng turned to Boris who had just drained his second vodka.

	"Your girls are ready for you, Mr. Boris."

	Boris set down his glass and allowed himself to be led from the parlor. Just before he passed through the doorway, her turned to Arnie and said, "Budem zdorovy!"

	Arnie grinned and raised his glass in reply to the Russian drinking toast. Shortly thereafter, he was taken to a different room where he could choose which young woman with whom to pass the evening.

	
After two months, Madame Sheng determined that Arnie could have access to some of her specialty girls. She had noted that Arnie always chose the most petite and small-breasted woman he could find.

	One evening, the madam herself led him to a different room to pick his girl. This was the first time she had accompanied him but never said a word as they entered the room. Eyeing his choices, he sucked in his breath and looked at Madame Sheng, who gave him a small smile and bowed slightly. Arnie bowed in return, acknowledging her wisdom.

	Inga and Gerda would have been in heaven. The girls here were either in early puberty or on the verge. Although he hadn't told the Swedes, he shared the same preference for young girls. He had managed a few this young on other trips overseas and hoped that one day he would get one even younger, but for now, he had plenty of quality choices.

	For the next few months, he indulged in the pleasures of the Chinese preadolescents. They were all quite skilled in bringing him off orally, anally, and with their hairless pussies. By morning, he would be bleary-eyed as he went to conduct business, the memory of driving his prick into those firm young bodies would make him erect once more despite having cum five or six times through the night.

	He loved them all, even those who were slightly more physically advanced. At twelve, Qiang was probably the oldest. Like the others, she was well versed in using her muscles to grip and tug on his cock whenever he took her cunny or ass. But their favorite position was her to ride him from above, her hairless labia slick with her excitement as she bounced on his shaft.

	She had a pair of plum-sized breasts that Arnie would play with as she worked his cock. Her titties were quite sensitive; just the act of Arnie making them jiggle with his thumbs would make her nipples stiffen.

	But it was usually the smallest and least developed that Arnie went for. After another two months of these girls, Madame Sheng pulled Arnie aside after Boris had disappeared into whatever den of pleasure awaited him.

	"Mr. Arnie, you are pleased with my young girls, yes?"

	"Of course, Madame Sheng," he answered politely.

	"May I ask if you would prefer one younger?"

	"How young?" he asked, the business negotiator in him offering little information up front.

	Madame Sheng appreciated his savvy and spoke directly.

	"My youngest trained girls are between four and seven, if that would interest you."

	Arnie had to swallow the remains of his drink to wet his suddenly dry throat.

	"That would be quite acceptable, thank you," he managed to say without his voice sounding like a croak."

	"This way, please."

	Madame Sheng led him to a different area. As they approached a closed door, Arnie could hear the scampering of small feet and multiple high-pitched voices in laughter that sounded like tinkling from crystal bells. They went in the room and Madame Sheng clapped her hands twice. The girls immediately stopped where they were and turned to face their mistress. Madame Sheng looked at Arnie and waved her hand toward the little ones in invitation.

	Arnie's heart was pounding as he looked them over. All of them were dressed in simple silk robes and looked at him with their dark, shining eyes. He finally settled on a girl in a yellow robe with red trim and pointed.

	"Liu!" Madame Sheng called before turning to Arnie. "An excellent choice as she does speak some English. Her mother worked here and would not take actions when she became pregnant. She was only fourteen and quite small and did not survive the birth of her daughter. But Liu is safe here and quite a happy girl. She will please you, I'm sure."

	Madame Sheng spoke to the child in rapid Chinese that Arnie couldn't follow except to hear his name and "American".

	Arnie looked at the girl and determined why she stood out from the others. Judging by her appearance, her father must have been a Westerner. At first glance, her Chinese features were dominant with her almond eyes and shiny black hair. But closer inspection showed that her eyes were more rounded with only a touch of the epicanthic fold on her eyelids. Her skin was white, although Arnie knew that there were variations in natural skin tones among the Chinese.  But her nose was narrower like a Westerner, too.

	"Liu shall pleasure you with her mouth tonight," Madame Sheng informed him. "You must restrict yourself there for now. She is well taught there and had given several men their pleasure with it. But I must warn you, she is still an intact virgin and must remain so until access to her maidenhead is auctioned off later this year. If you follow these rules, you will be allowed to bid."

	"I understand," Arnie replied gravely.

	Liu bowed and took his hand. Arnie allowed himself to be taken to a room with a bed and a wash basin. Once inside, the little girl was eager to show off her linguistic skills. Standing before him, she spoke directly.

	"Hello, Mr. Arnie. My name is Liu and I am five years of old. I speak wondrous English."

	"Pleased to meet you, Liu."

	"And you are American. I know all about America. It has cowboys and Indians. I think it is wondrous to be there."

	Amused, Arnie put aside the needs of his cock to speak with the little chatterbox more.

	"And how so you know about cowboys and Indians?"

	"In day time, we go to movie house some time. We make movie house boss happy with our wondrous mouths and he let us watch American movies. Cowboys and Indians. I think you are a cowboy."

	"Then that's what I am."

	"I never have happy time with a cowboy before," Liu said as she clapped her hands happily. "This is wondrous."

	With that, Liu slid out of her robe. Her small body was perfect in every detail from her flat torso with just a hint of plumpness around her belly to the tiny mound between her lovely thighs with the demure virgin cleft. Her little ass cheeks bobbed slightly as she walked to the basin and poured some water into a bowl. Setting the bowl on a small table, she turned to Arnie and began to unbuckle his belt. When he tried to help, she politely protested.

	"No, I undress you like a good pleasure girl," she insisted.

	Arnie complied, letting her take her time as she worked on removing all of his clothes. By the time the task was completed, he was sitting on the bed so she could get his shirt and undershirt off. Next, Liu took a cloth and dipped it into the basin. Carefully, she cleansed his genitals. Arnie closed his eyes as he could feel her small hands beneath the wet cloth as they traveled all over his groin.

	Gradually, her touches became more insistent and more intense. Through the fog of whiskey and pleasure, Arnie realized something had changed. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see Liu holding his member with her bare hands and sweeping it with long strokes of her tongue.

	When the little girl saw him looking at her, she locked her dark eyes on his and drew her tongue up to the tip of his penis. Still staring into his eyes, the five year-old pushed her mouth of her glans and managed to stuff the entire thing in her mouth. She sucked furiously, lashing at his meat with her ferocious little tongue. Then abruptly she stopped.

	Hopping onto the bed, Liu got to her hands and knees and nudge Arnie to get off the bed. Then she settled into position on all fours with her rear end facing the wall.

	"I use mouth and more now," she said. "You put in me."

	On her hands and knees, Liu was at the perfect height for Arnie. He stepped forward and fed the head of his prick into the little girl's mouth. She sucked on it again before drawing a deep breath. Leaning forward, she took more of him in, moving her lips in a way that made the man shove more of his length into her oral hole.

	Arnie opened his mouth but was speechless as he felt the constriction of the child's throat around his cock. Her head was aligned perfectly, straightening her throat like that of a sword swallower's. The five year-old whore took all of him inside of her, burying her nose in the tangled nest of his pubic hair.

	Liu rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, every inch of Arnie's cock with her throat and mouth, moving back enough every so often to get a breath. Arnie stood still, watching in disbelief as the tiny tot so expertly moved her body, fucking him orally. He drank in the sight of her; the way her shoulder blades flexed as she moved and the smoothness of her thighs and buttocks as they bent at a right angle, transitioning to her slender torso.

	Some additional movement caught his eye and Arnie saw that there was a mirror mounted to the wall where the bed was pushed against it. This afforded him a better view of her ass and also of her bald snatch. The wet suction on his cock made him want the rest of her body so badly.

	His desire was barely curbed when his balls released a few moments later, sending a surge of musky goo into the child's tummy.

	Extracting herself from his prick, Liu looked up with hopeful eyes and asked, "Was I wondrous to you?"

	
The next few weeks were more of the same with Liu washing Arnie's cock with a cloth and water before using her mouth and finally her throat. Although he wanted more of the little girl, Arnie never tired of the routine.

	Eventually, Liu became so comfortable that once she was up to speed while rocking back and forth, she would take one hand and use it to finger her twat. In the mirror, Arnie could see her fingers working against her immature pussy and more than once had seen a bead or two of moisture appear in her slit.

	After he had cum, Liu would have him sit on the bed so she could cuddle on his lap like a kitten. Feeling her little body pressed against his, Arnie felt the urgent need to have more of her, but restrained himself for fear of losing Liu all together. One night in May, his perseverance was rewarded.

	"Something else for you to have, Mr. Arnie," Madame Sheng told him. "You can take Liu in her bottom now."

	Arnie was eager to sample another part of Liu's scrumptious little body and the tyke was eager to show her expertise.

	"I am wondrous in my bottom," she bragged as she undressed Arnie.

	Arnie wondered where she had learned that particular adjective - from a customer or perhaps one of the movies she saw at the theater. She certainly enjoyed it and, truth be told, Arnie though the child was very wondrous indeed.

	"Ah!" Liu said with glee as she patted Arnie's member. "I oil you now."

	Now Arnie wondered just how many clients his little professional had taken in her mouth and in her ass. But it wasn't the sort of thing he could ask Madame Sheng. When he had asked Liu, the girl had just smiled and said, "I am wondrous girl."

	Liu poured some clear oil from a small bottle, dribbling it onto the head of Arnie's dick. Using her small, practiced hands, the child rubbed the oil into his skin along the entire length of his shaft. Climbing on the bed, Liu got to her hands and knees, facing the mirror on the wall and wriggled her rump in invitation.

	Arnie stood and turned back toward her. When he spread her buttocks, the small, closed rosebud of her entrance was exposed. It certainly didn't look like it had been used, but Liu's actions and manner plainly showed that the tot had been buggered before.

	Arnie pressed against the orifice with his prick and Liu worked her sphincter, pushing with her muscles like she was voiding herself. This made her anus easier to stretch, although the ring clamped fiercely around Arnie cock and he pushed his way into the warm, slick mysteries of the Oriental five year-old's bowels. He held her by the hips, rubbing her smooth buttocks with his thumbs as he slowly but relentlessly sank into her body.

	Looking into the mirror, he could see Liu's reaction as she was anally penetrated. Her mouth was half open and her breathing was heavy as her little bottom opened for business. As he went deeper, Liu worked her rectum like the older girls had, grasping and pulling on Arnie's meat in a way he had never experienced before. Of course, Liu was stretched much further than even the ten year-olds had been and she could not work against him quite as hard. But the little girl did her solemn best.

	Arnie had nearly crammed all of his length into her when he reached a point where Liu's bowels bent and could not take any more. Liu turned her head and spoke.

	"Now we have love in my bottom, Mr. Arnie. Be nice with me as I am little in there."

	Arnie squeezed Liu lovingly around her waist and could feel the corresponding pressure against his dick since the child was so small.

	"I'll be gentle," he promised, considering just how gentle he could be with his prick jammed inside a five year-old's ass. "By gods, you are tight!"

	Liu's frowned in the mirror and her eyebrows bunched closer together.

	"What is tight? I don't know that word? Am I bad in my bottom for you?"

	"No, tight means, uh..." Arnie tried to explain in a way she'd understand. "It means you feel so good on my cock."

	Liu's face brightened.

	"Yes!" she said happily. "I am a wondrous tight girl. You love me now in my bottom."

	Arnie stroked in and out of the now oiled grip of the little girl's ass. Liu kept up with her muscle work, making her rectal passage undulate against Arnie's member as he fucked her. Adjusting his grip on her waist, he pressed his fingers against the child's belly and could feel her innards moving as his adult cock moved in and out of her tiny bowels. Liu responded with soft little grunts every time Arnie moved into her snug depths.

	The little girl's anal sodomizing lasted for fifteen glorious (or wondrous) minutes. It felt like the five year-old's twisting ass was trying to wring every drop of semen from Arnie's balls when he came. Liu's straining rectum was stretched a little more as Arnie's cock pulses with load after load of thick, steaming jism that the little girl could feel splashing farther into her body. With a loud sigh, she folded her arms and collapsed against the mattress.

	Arnie carefully extracted his cock from Liu's rear and sat next to her, stroking her body softly while she drifted off into a light doze. He was feeling mellow and was quite content to just let his rented girl rest while her well-worked ass slowly drained. After some time, Liu's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him.

	"Mr. Arnie?"

	"Yes?"

	"When Madame Sheng say it is time for men to take me like a woman, you bid biggest money for me?"

	"I'll try."

	Liu patted her little hairless pussy.

	"Then you go here. I want you to pick my flower there. You are number one wondrous man to me."

	
By early August, things were heating up. There were increasing skirmishes between Chinese and Japanese forces on the mainland and no one in Shanghai was sure what would happen. It was hoped that this very international and profitable city would become an oasis of peace in the crumbling world around them.

	Arnie shared that hope, but became more cautious in his dealings, only purchasing goods and materials when he had a freighter waiting in port. Warehouses would be burned and looted during war. But many of his evenings were devoted to Liu and Madame Sheng had hinted that the auction for the little girl's virginity would be held soon. Arnie found that his deal was looming larger in his thoughts than any of his others.

	But all deals fell through on the thirteenth of the month when Chinese forces attacked the Japanese soldiers in Shanghai. The battle spread to the streets and everyone else stayed indoors and undercover from the fusillades of bullets and explosives.

	"I miss my girls," Boris sighed one morning in the hotel bar as they played cards.

	There was little else to do except to drink and play cards while all hell let loose around them. Arnie thought of Liu and hoped she was safe.

	"I don't think there will be a permanent cease-fire after this time," Arnie said. "And whichever side wins won't matter because this war will go on for at least another few years. As soon as I can, I'm hopping on the next boat back to the States."

	"I think I will leave, too," Boris replied. "It is the second home I now have to leave. Nichevo."

	"I beg your pardon?" Arnie asked.

	"Nichevo means that things will happen as they will and there is nothing we can do to fight fate," Boris explained. "That is a rather formal translation, though. I prefer your very American expression, 'Shit happens', instead."

	"Nichevo," Arnie said as he filled both of their glasses.

	The next day, fighting had died down in their part of the city enough for some people to venture out carefully. Arnie was about to check on the freighter he had told Boris about when he saw a young woman in the hotel lobby who he recognized from Madame Sheng's. Spying him, the woman hurried over.

	"Mr. Arnie, you and Mr. Boris are here?"

	"Yes."

	"Good, we have little time. I am leaving with Madame Sheng and the others. But the littlest children slow us down. Madame Sheng thanks you both for your patronage and asks that you take care of these girls."

	The woman gestured to a dark corner and five little girls fearfully stepped from the shadows, each clutching a small bag. Four of them were around seven or eight, but the youngest was Liu.

	Arnie looked up to speak to the young woman, but she was already fleeing out the front door. Arnie hustled the girls upstairs and knocked on the door to Boris' suite. When he answered, the four older girls threw themselves at him, crying and speaking to him in Chinese. Boris eventually got them to be quiet and looked at Arnie.

	"I see you found my sweethearts. That was risky. And this must be your little friend - very nice."

	Liu clung to Arnie's leg as he and Boris spoke.

	"No risk on my part, one of Madame Sheng's girls dropped them off and skedaddled."

	"Indeed," Boris said as he stroked his chin. "I have papers that will get me and my men to Canada. I'll need to do the same for the girls."

	"I'll have to do the same to bring Liu to the States."

	"Nonsense, you can get her papers while my girls get theirs."

	"The Canadian consulate can't issue immigration papers to the U.S."

	Boris' eyes twinkled as he regarded his friend.

	"Of course the Canadian consulate cannot," the Russian agreed. "But the Nemakov consulate is at your service."

	"What?"

	"Andrei!" Boris called to one of his assistants.

	Barking orders in Russian, Boris directed his men to get busy. Arnie watched in amazement as they efficiently went to work, photographing each girl and preparing very official looking Canadian and American passports and visas. As Andrei was finishing Liu's paperwork, he asked Boris a question.

	"What is the girl's name?" Boris asked as he turned to Arnie. "It will be better that she have an English name, no?"

	"Uh, Liu...Lucille. Lucille Molson. I'll call her Lucy for short."

	"Very good," Boris said before translating to Andrei. Andrei typed and pulled the sheet from a Smith-Corona typewriter just like the one the U.S. consulate used. Andrei took a fountain pen in his hand and paused to ask Boris another question. Boris laughed and turned to Arnie.

	"Andrei wishes to know if you prefer to have a consulate official's signature on Lucy's visa or President Roosevelt's."

	Over the years to come, people would ask Arnie what it was like, fleeing Shanghai amidst the hail of bullets and with explosions all around. He would just shrug and change the subject, unintentionally making the others think him extraordinarily brave and respecting his reluctance to describe his harrowing adventure.

	In truth, it was unsettling and nerve-wracking, but Arnie never encountered any bullets closer than the sounds of gunfire in the distance where the fighting was taking place in other areas. He made his way to the port and found the captain of the freighter anxious to leave. Refugees mobbed the piers, but Arnie was let in by guards who recognized him.

	The captain knew his lucrative Shanghai route would soon be history and shrewdly listened to Arnie's offer of future work with his import business. With their deal concluded, Arnie hurried back to the hotel, tossed his important papers and other belongings into a suitcase, and returned to Boris' room where Liu - now Lucy - was waiting.

	"Mr. Boris says you are now my papa!" Lucy cried as she threw herself into Arnie's arms.

	"That's right, and we have to hurry now."

	Lucy wriggled from his hug and struck a formal pose, standing straight with her hands clasped in front of her - just the way she had done when she first introduced herself to him months ago.

	"Hello, Papa. My name is Lucy and I am five years of old. I am a wondrous tight American girl."

	"I am pleased to meet you, Lucy, my wondrous tight American girl," he replied as Boris chuckled.

	Turning to the Russian, Arnie asked him if he had passage out of Shanghai.

	"Not yet. I don't like my options outside the city as I fear the entire country will be on fire soon. So I will look for a ship to Canada."

	"I've got a better offer - consider it a thank you for Lucy's paperwork. The freighter I am taking had my last shipment of goods already on board. They also have a fair amount of passenger cabins - nothing first class, but they are decent enough. I struck a deal with the captain and can get everyone in this room on board if we are there within the hour. That means we leave now. From Los Angeles, you can get to Canada easily enough - the captain assured me that getting into the States with your Canadian paperwork would be fine considering the circumstances as long as you immediately head north after that."

	Boris was a man who was used to making important decisions on the fly. He spoke to his men in Russian and they quickly set about packing items in suitcases and two trunks. Although he would be leaving much behind, Boris kept most of his wealth in hard American and Canadian dollars and British pounds, as well as a small fortune in gems. Ten minutes later, a caravan consisting of Arnie, Lucy, Boris, the four other girls, and his six men were on their way to the port.

	True to his word, the captain has room for all of them. Arnie and Lucy shared a small cabin while Boris and his four girls shared a larger one that the crew had strung hammocks for the girls in. But Arnie and Boris' men knew that the girls would spend most of their time in Boris' bed. Boris' men, consisting of the forger Andrei and five others, shared a crew space with four other men, but were quite happy to leave Shanghai any way they could.

	The voyage across the Pacific Ocean was fairly uneventful. Lucy often played with Boris' girls in one of the cabins as the main decks on the overloaded cargo ship were not meant for recreation. With plenty of idle time, Boris and Arnie were able to arrange several business deals after Boris assured him that, despite some of his more illicit activities, he always maintained a legitimate front. The Russian knew some people in Vancouver and planned to travel there directly after they arrived in California.

	Despite the excitement of going to America, Lucy was understandably nervous about it. Also, she was sad to leave the life and the only home she had known behind. She was too young to understand the sordid nature of her past existence and only thought such things were normal.

	On the fourth night, the ship steamed through a storm. It wasn't particularly vicious, but it was enough to make the ship pitch and roll to where Lucy was becoming frightened. Alone in their cabin, Arnie held her in his lap and tried to soothe her. As the tot shifted in his lap, the penis grew hard. They hadn't had sex since they had left Shanghai and Lucy giggled as she felt Arnie's prick poking her rump.

	Relieved to have something to do during the storm, she hopped down from Arnie's lap and rummaged through the small bag she had brought with her. With a saucy grin, she stood up, displacing a familiar looking bottle in her hand. It contained the oil she used to lubricate Arnie's dick.

	"You love me in my bottom?" she asked.

	Arnie heartily agreed. When they were ready, Arnie was kneeling on the bunk with his butt resting on his heels and Lucy pressed against his lap as he gripped her by the waist. The girl was leaning forward with her palms flat against the bulkhead on either side of the small window that allowed her to see the storm on the heaving seas.

	Lucy worked her ass muscles, taking her daddy's prick inside of her until her five year-old rectum was stuffed tightly. Arnie gave her a few long, slow strokes, making the child arch her back and moan as she was filled again and again. With his cock deep in the little girl's bowels, Arnie stopped and reached around with one hand, placing it between Lucy's legs.

	The child's flesh was warm and powdery smooth in her inner thighs and petite cunny. Lucy was perfectly still as Arnie's fingers fondled her innocent cuntlet testing the resilience of the plump female morsel and stroking her outer skin. He found her clitty with his index finger and included it in his explorations as he went into her slit. Lucy made small grunts as her pussy grew feverish under Arnie's touches.

	The pleasant feelings radiating from her crotch were familiar as she had learned to please herself there. But her inexperienced fumbling was never as intense as the practiced manipulations of Arnie's digits. Her cunny was quite wet; if she hadn't felt her sex melting like a soft candle, the sticky sloshing sounds of Arnie's fingers in her quim would have surely given her state away.

	With her ass impaled on Arnie's prick, Lucy couldn't move her hips. But Arnie sensed her growing arousal and used his fingers more firmly, making Lucy pant in quick breaths. The lightning and churning waters outside seemed to elevate the child's arousal. Then she let out a wordless exclamation as her tiny body trembled, captured by her first ever orgasm. The five year-old came hard as she was trapped on the man's cock, flooding his fingers with her drippings.

	As she recovered, Arnie withdrew his hand. Arnie tasted Lucy's dew on one of his fingers, finding the flavor of the child's sex to be delicate and intoxicating. Lucy turned her head as Arnie was cleaning his fingers one by one.

	"Me?" she asked and Arnie proffered his still coated pinky finger. He slowly pushed it into Lucy's mouth, letting the little girl taste her own pussy. Lucy felt her cunny twitch as she tasted herself.

	With his young daughter satisfied with her cum, Arnie returned his hand to her waist and resumed sodomizing her. The two of them grunted loudly some time later as Lucy's rectum was filled with Arnie's goo. Afterward, they lay together on the bunk with Lucy pressing her backside against her benefactor.

	"Papa," Lucy said drowsily as she rubbed her tiny pussy. "Madame Sheng say you can pick my flower now. No biggest money bid."

	"I know, but I want to wait until we are home."

	"America," the little girl murmured as her eyes closed.

	It became their nightly ritual for the rest of the way there, with Arnie bringing Lucy off with his fingers before finishing himself inside of her ass. As Arnie didn't have any books for reading bedtime stories, a healthy dose of anal sex was just the thing to wear the five year-old out and make her ready to sleep.

	It was what Arnie called a Chamber of Commerce day when they arrived in Los Angeles in mid-September. There was not a cloud in the light blue sky and everyone was glad to be on land again. Boris' papers were in perfect order, much to the relief of the Customs clerk who had been busy with refugees of all kind coming in from all parts of China.

	Boris and his group were happy to hear they could take a train departing that afternoon to Seattle. From there it would be an easy ride to Vancouver. Although grateful to have left Shanghai, they were in no hurry to board a boat. Boris immediately booked a private train car for his party and bid Arnie a fond farewell. They would get in touch once Boris was settled in.

	Arnie took a cab to his home, which had been steadily added to over the last five years until it was a sprawling affair. Land was cheap, so he could afford it quite easily with his burgeoning profits. Inga and Gerda enthusiastically greeted Arnie when he arrived and instantly fell in love with Lucy when they saw her.

	While Arnie relaxed, they took the girl clothes shopping. Arnie had no illusions about how much they would enjoy stripping Lucy to her undies as they had her try on outfit after outfit. And it would only get better as time went on. He made a mental note to politely approach them about being able to watch their little games with their new playmate. Before they came back home, Arnie called a contractor he knew and arranged for some new construction on the house.

	The next week was busy as Arnie was back in his office, working with his staff on his last shipments from the Far East and new projects with a certain partner from Vancouver. But he also took time to drive Lucy around, showing her everything from the beaches to the hills and canyons north of the city. Although Lucy was curious about all of this, Arnie noticed that she seemed a little let down each day. When he finally asked her why this was, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it.

	"This is not real America," Lucy said with disappointment in her eyes. "I don't see cowboys and Indians."

	Arnie promised her that she would see some. The following day, he took her to one of the movie studios he dealt with that happened to be shooting a western. Lucy walked around the with her mouth agape at all of the cowboys and Indians she saw there. And she noted how the western ladies' dresses were quite wondrous.

	Two days later, Arnie received a call at work from the contractor that the job was completed. Arriving home early to see it, he encountered Gerda, who was surprised to see him at that hour.

	"Inga is, um, busy right now watching Lucy," the woman said nervously.

	From down the hall where the women's bedroom was, Arnie and Gerda could hear Lucy giggling before it changed into a long "Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

	Gerda's face flushed but Arnie only snorted.

	"She's definitely busy right now and she's doing more than just watching with Lucy."

	Chuckling he walked on, leaving Gerda feeling quite relieved that her boss didn't mind. It also confirmed her and Inga's guess that Arnie and Lucy had quite a history. This was going to make for a ton of fun for all of them behind closed doors.

	Arnie was evidently quite happy with the project and asked Inga and Gerda not to let Lucy see it yet. That weekend, the women took an overnight trip and Arnie took Lucy to see her new surprise.

	"It is wondrous!" Lucy cried in delight as she gazed at the garden.

	Arnie had a garden with a Chinese pavilion constructed behind the house. It was partially covered for use in poor weather and Arnie was considering enclosing it with glass walls and a roof. There was also a formation of rocks from which a small waterfall was pumped. From there, a stream snaked through the garden and under two small wooden bridges. It was like a small bit of tranquil paradise with plenty of privacy.

	 As Lucy raced along the paths, Arnie followed at a more casual pace. She yelled out again, this time in Chinese from behind some shrubbery as she discovered something else. When Arnie approached, she turned to him.

	"A big bowl of water What you call this?"

	"It's a pond," Arnie replied.

	Surrounded by flowering shrubs with only a narrow space to find it was a very small pond where the stream emptied. Water was cycled back from the pond to the waterfall, creating a gentle, swirling current within it. The pond was also mildly heated.

	"Let's try it out," he said as he began to undress.

	Lucy giggled and followed suit. After Arnie climbed in (the water was only waist deep), he held out his arms for Lucy and lowered her into the pond. Having only ever been in a small wooden tub for bathing, the flowing warm water was heavenly for the little girl, who bounced around as the current swept over her naked body. She couldn't swim, but the pond was shallow enough for her to barely keep her head above the surface. And Arnie was by her side.

	Arnie led Lucy to one edge where some smooth rocks had been laid, allowing him to sit. Pulling the child into his lap so that he faced her, he slid her back and forth on his legs. Lucy giggled as Arnie stroked her chest, toying with her nipples and tickling her tummy. Then her expression grew serious when she felt his hardness beneath her.

	"You love my bottom?" she asked.

	"Something else, now."

	Lucy paused and then opened her mouth in a silent "O".

	"Papa will pick my flower?"

	"Yes, it's time."

	Lucy swallowed and looked down in the water as Arnie's cock slid over her hairless vulva. Older girls had told her what it was like. She would feel something sting inside like a bee. Then it was up to the man as to how she would feel. Her papa was always good to her and she had faith in him.

	Arnie took her by the ass, rubbing the girl's crotch against his cock, covering the entire length. Lucy shivered as her cunny responded. And although he couldn't feel her lubricate in the water, Arnie detected the additional heat in Lucy's pussy. Lucy purred and swayed from side to side, enjoying how her papa squeezed her buttocks and made her quim feel. She jerked her hips and Arnie responded by pressing her more firmly against his penis.

	Lucy put her hands on Arnie's chest, staring at him with her almond eyes as her sex approached its climax. With a small, warbling cry, she came, hunching her crotch against Arnie's prick and falling forward until her cheek was pressed against his chest.

	Arnie lifted the still shuddering child up and placed the soft cleft of her rounded mons against his glans. Although she had never been touched there by a man, Lucy had been taught about relaxing and working certain muscles to make penetration easier on her and more enjoyable for the man. She tried to do what she could and felt her entrance yield her innocence to her father.

	Arnie squeezed through the little girl's untried inner labia and felt the resistance of her maidenhead. Lucy was still relaxed and a little dazed in the aftermath of her orgasm and Arnie wasted no more time. Holding his daughter by her sides, he pulled her down and jerked his hips up.

	Lucy cried out as the man's prick lanced through her cherry and then felt herself expand on the inside. With small but firm strokes, Arnie gradually gained purchase inside the five year-old's virgin tunnel. Lucy's pussy wrapped around him wetly as he took her. Her little mound was now bulging on the sides and pulled taut in the front as his rod moved in and out of her. Arnie paused to give Lucy's clit a few rubs, making the tot sigh and lie back in the water.

	"Papa, you picked my flower."

	"Yes, are you ready for more?"

	"Yes. I am wondrous tight in there like my bottom?"

	"Mm hm."

	Lucy smiled and closed her eyes as she spread her arms out in the water. Although Arnie was being careful, he still had his member planted inside the pussy of a five year-old and knew she had to strain to take it.

	Her body heat pounded his prick and he stroked inside of her, reaching her cervix in about three inches. He could also feel the slight squeeze as she tried to work her cunny muscles like all of Madame Sheng's girls had been taught, but there was little she could do while being stretched so much.

	Arnie silently stroked in and out of the little girl's drenched, grasping sheath while Lucy floated with her head tilted back. Occasionally, her eyes would half open and she would emit a soft, high grunt when Arnie pressed into her tiny cuntlet in a certain pleasurable way. They continued this way in the evening darkness, surrounded by lushness. Neither knew nor cared how much time had passed and only knew it was finishing when Arnie came and seeded Lucy's immature womb.

	
A week later, Arnie awoke to a tugging at his wrist. Sometimes, Lucy would sneak into his room and crawl beneath his bed covers, delighted to find him erect first thing in the morning. Then she would take him with her hands and mouth. What would follow was a glorious wake-up call for Arnie as he fed his little girl a hot breakfast streaming right down her throat.

	But this morning she was kneeling on the bed, tying a piece of yarn around his wrist. Her hair was weaved in a pair of braids (courtesy of Inga or Gerda) and decorated with a feather that stood straight up from the back. She was wearing an imitation buckskin dress with Indian designs and had what appeared to be lipstick on her cheeks, painted in war stripes. When she saw he was awake, she gave him what she hoped was a fierce look (although it looked entire cute on her - Arnie didn't let on and spoil her game).

	"I am Indian princess and I catch cowboy."

	Arnie looked at the piece of yarn poorly tied to his wrist. It was loose on the other end.

	"You caught me," he admitted. "But now what? I have to go to work today."

	Lucy was startled by the question. Clearly she didn't know what to do next. As she shifted on her knees, her dress bunched up, revealing the enticing curve of the child's bare buttock. Intrigued, Arnie lifted the front of Lucy's dress up and confirmed she was not wearing anything beneath it.

	"Inga? Gerda?" he called out.

	"Coming," Inga called from down the hall.

	Inga stepped into the doorway and grinned when she saw the little Indian princess and her captive cowboy.

	"What can I do for you?" the woman asked. "Bribe her with beads to let you go?"

	"Nope," Arnie replied as he slid his hand up the side of Lucy's leg. "Call the office and tell them I won't be in until noon. I have to teach my daughter how to play Cowboys and Indians."

	


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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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