She Seemed Old For Her Age

“Stand up,” Ms Lewis said, “turn around for me.”

Jessie did as she was told, knowing the producer would find no reason to be disappointed. She was shy but her Mom told her she looked good and she knew it. So far this interview had gone very well, and her anxiety had faded little by little. Though she had not expected to, she’d quickly developed a liking and a sense of respect for the handsome, stern woman seated at the other side of the desk, with her tall, thin body and her short-cut hair, streaked with silver. Though she was past fifty, she was in a good physical state, and the years had given her a confidence, elegance and grace that Jessie rarely found in girls her own age.

“Looking good,” Ms Lewis said. “You’re a pretty girl, Jessie.”

“Thank you,” Jessie smiled. The praise had been expected but she still enjoyed hearing it, even though she knew Ms Lewis probably said it to every girl she came across.

“Are you ready to go on, then?”

Jessie wasn’t certain what going on would entail, but she was more than ready for it and so were her Mom and Dad who were seated at the back of the room watching her audition. There was a camera on a tripod standing in the corner of the room, on Ms Lewis side of the desk, and Jessie’s eyes had wandered in that direction ever since she first stepped into the room. It had been turned off up until now, but Jessie hoped it was just a matter of time. Being filmed was, after all, what she’d come for.

Ms Lewis followed her line of gaze. “I see you’ve noticed the camera. I like to tape the second part of the interview, both for future reference and to see how you behave before the camera. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all, Ms Lewis.”

The producer took up the small remote she had lying on the desk, aimed it at the camera and pressed “on”. There was no sound, but a small lamp on the camera began to blink red.

“Now, then. Just be yourself, and everything will go well. I’m going to ask you some questions, just for the benefit of the camera, and then we will get started. Please remain standing, that’s a good girl. Can you tell me your name?”

“Jessie,” Jessie said.

“And how old are you, Jessie?”

“I just turned eleven, Ms Lewis.”

“Can you explain in your own words why you’re here?”

“I’m here to audition for a movie, Ms Lewis.”

“What kind of a movie?”

“Well… erotic, I guess.”

“Are you here willingly?”

Now Jessie began to understand the purpose of the questions. She looked at her parents as if hoping for an answer, then relaxed and smiled. “Of course.”

“You’ve not been coerced, intimidated or threatened in any way?”

Jessie blushed remembering all the talk and preparations at home, all the assurances and promises that everything will be just fine. “Quite the opposite, actually. I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“Do you like sex, Jessie?”

“Ummm… kinda.”

“With boys or with girls.”

“Girls.” Though her only experience thus far was being masturbated by her Mom and Dad every night before bed time. This little interview was turning her on, but she wasn’t sure if there was anything more than professional interest in Ms Lewis gaze.

“Have you ever participated in movies before?”

“No, Ms Lewis, this would be a first.”

“All right, Jessie. I’m going to ask you to do a number of things for me. Any time you’re not comfortable following my orders, you can just say so, and this interview will be over. Everything is completely voluntary, and you decide how far we go. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ms Lewis.”

“Do you wish continue?”

“I’d like that,” Jessie said looking proudly at the back of the room.

The strict woman gave one of her rare smiles. “Do you enjoy being hurt, Jessie?”

“Sometimes. On my nipples, and-” She blushed again.

“Let’s start with your nipples. Take off your T-shirt.”

Jessie’s hands shook a little as she pulled the T-shirt over her head, letting it fall. Her budding nipples stiffened as the air touched them.

“Very nice.” Ms Lewis stood up, and motioned for Jessie to come closer. “Mind if I touch them?”

“Go ahead, Ms Lewis,” Jessie said. Heat spread through her body as the woman caressed and fondled her small, cherry sized breasts, tweaked and pulled at each nipple, flicking them with a finger. Jessie felt her clit twitch in response to ever tug at the rings, and she shifted to rub her thighs together.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes, Ms Lewis,” Jessie said breathlessly, enjoying the woman’s firm, unapologetic touch. “It feels good.” It was a disappointment when the woman stepped back.

“What else do you enjoy playing with?”

“My… vagina.”

“Would you mind showing it to me - and the camera?”

She nodded and began to take off her heels.

“Leave those, dear. Just the skirt, please.”

Jessie looked back and saw her parents watching her with interest and there were few other people too who entered the studio quietly to watch the audition of the new child-star in the making.

Jessie pulled down her skirt, revealing a tiny white g-string with barely enough fabric to cover her hairless pussy lips. The damp spot on her underwear clearly revealed her arousal, and she pulled it down quickly, both hoping and fearing that Ms Lewis would have seen it. Her pussy was smooth, plump and little pink clitoris peaked out from under the hood, squeezing between the folds of her warm, soft flesh.

“Why don’t you sit down on the desk and spread your legs, so that we can all see it better?”

This time Jessie hesitated a little before she obeyed, sitting down on the producer’s desk with her legs spread and her pussy lips open, wearing high heeled sandals and nothing more. The desk was firm and cold against her bottom. She glanced towards the camera, knowing that whoever watched this tape afterwards was going to be able to see everything and she felt little humilated by being used like this. And yet the thought of it excited her, and when Ms Lewis asked for permission to touch her privates she could barely contain her eagerness. She gasped as the woman’s nails touched her labia, playing with it, pulling it back and forth around the hood of her tiny clitoris. She licked her lips and tried to bite back a moan, but her swollen clit and the wetness between her legs told the story of her arousal well enough, despite her attempts to hide it.

“Do you like being molested, Jessie?” Ms Lewis voice was getting hoarse.

“Yes…” Jessie managed, clutching her hands around the edges of the desk.

Ms Lewis caressed the outlines of her pussy lips with a finger. “Do you play with yourself often?”

“Yes, Ms - Ms Lewis.” Jessie’s voice shook, and she spread her legs more to give the producer better access, shifting to get her fingers where she wanted them. “My… Mom and Dad… Five, six - sometimes seven times a week.”

“That’s quite a lot for a little girl. They must love you very much, Jessie.” Ms Lewis pinched her outer lips hard, and held on until Jessie began to squirm. She let go only to pinch again, harder this time. Jessie gasped. “Does this hurt, dear?”

“Yes, Ms Lewis.”

“Do you like it when it hurts?”

“Yes,” Jessie whispered, laying her head back. The pain was sharp and hot and delicious, running like heat under her skin.

Ms Lewis slapped her pussy lightly. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you? Asking your dear old parents to get you off seven times a week, spreading your legs for a stranger, liking it when I hurt you. That’s naughty, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Ms Lewis, I’m sorry.”

“Would you like to be good?” the producer asked, teasing her clit with the tip of her fingernail, her touch as light as a feather. It drove Jessie insane.

“Yes, Ms Lewis,” Jessie gasped, not caring what she said. “Please.”

Ms Lewis slapped her pussy again, hard enough to make her yelp. “I don’t think your parents were strict enough with you, were they? What are they going to say now when they see what a bad little girl they’d raised? Have they ever spanked you?”

“No, Ms Lewis.”

“No wonder you turned out the way you did. Naughty little girls like you need to be spanked, don’t they?” She gave Jessie’s pussy three more slaps in rapid succession, and Jessie screamed and panted, twisting at the edge of the seat. Every slap brought her closer to an orgasm, and she’d do anything to make it continue. She agreed to everything the producer said, mindlessly. Yes, I need a spanking, I’m sorry, please teach me to be good, please please please, and Ms Lewis watched her beg and plead and then ordered her to stand up and bend over the desk and face her Mom and Dad at the back of the room so they could see her face, with her legs spread as widely as she could. She caressed her buttocks and the inside of her thighs, feeling the dampness there. Jessie couldn’t believe how turned on and humiliated at the same time she was getting. The camera was running silently, recording everything that happened between the child and adults in the room.

The first slap across her bottom made her gasp, the next one squirm, and then the slaps followed in an even succession, warming her bottom and making it sting. Her breaths grew heavy and every slap called deep moans from her throat. She lost track of time, of thought, of everything but the delicious feeling of Ms Lewis strong hands against her reddening skin.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ms Lewis asked after a while. “You may beg me to stop if you wish.”

“No,” Jessie said feeling ashamed of her own desires, “please, please continue punishing me, please, I- oh!” Another slap, the hardest one yet, silenced her. She arched her back, sticking out her buttocks to prove how welcome the rough treatment was. Ms Lewis kept going a little longer, then ran one hand over the hot, tender skin and used the other to play with her clit. Jessie clenched her hands, moaning into the desk. Her legs trembled.

“That’s a good girl,” Ms Lewis said. “Good girls like to be fucked, now, don’t they?”

Jessie murmured something unintelligible, pushing her little pussy back against the woman’s hand.

“My God, you’re wet. I’m sure I could get my whole hand up there if I wanted to.” Jessie doubted it, but she would have given anything for the woman to try. Instead Ms Lewis ordered her to stand up and face the camera and the audience. Jessie obeyed, feeling very small and shaky.

“I’ve got a little test for you, Jessie,” Ms Lewis said, as she walked around the camera to control it herself. “You’re going to get a chance to show me why I should hire you. I get a lot of parents bringing their pretty little daughters in this office, you see, and I only want the best. Give us a nice little show now. Get yourself off, but not too fast. Make it hot for the camera.”

—-

That evening she lay on her bed in her bedroom, camera and roles forgotten. Jessie was exhausted, still soaking in the afterglow of pleasure, body radiating heat and her Mom and Dad held her close, enjoying the scent of their little girl on their fingers and the softness of her naked body pressed against theirs.

“Liked that, did you?”

Jessie giggled happily. “Like you couldn’t tell.”

“You looked really hot. You’d make a great porn star.”

“Just for you,” Jessie said. “It was fun doing, but I’m not sure I ever want to watch it.”

“Yes, you do,” her Mom ran her fingers through Jessie’s hair. “You love watching yourself. Think I haven’t notice how you always seek out mirrors when we play? You little slut, you.” The word was said with affection, making Jessie smile.

“And speaking of sluts… I’ve got an idea for another game, some time, if you’d like to.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Jessie rolled over, looking her parents in the eyes.

“Well… we’ve tought you’d like to play a child prostitute.”

The Late Shift

Just a little quickie about a little quickie I had a while back. Most names are changed to protect the guilty.

I was working the late shift (4-12) shift at the coffee house again. I was normally not alone but this night, the kitchen staffer (Jose) had to leave early because his kid was sick and had to go to the hospital. I had been closing for a few years on and off since my first job at a place like this in my freshman year of college, so it was no big deal to me. I sent him off to go be with his family, closed the kitchen and continued serving lattes and mochas. I called the owner and let her know I was closing alone. She offered to come and help me, but I told her it was slow (there were only two people in the store) and that I had it under control.

She thanked me for covering, due to the fact she had to open the place back up at 6 AM, and told me she would make it up to me soon. I grinned, full well knowing she sported quite a lovely cookie in those baggy Dockers she always wears, and I know just how she intended to use my cookie to make it up to me. Brenda is 17 years older than me and married, but hey… she’s really hot and I go weak in the crotch for a good fuck! What’s a girl gonna do?

Anyway, I hung up and refilled the coffee for the two college geeks, studying for an upcoming final before Christmas break. The boys weakly flirted with me and I smiled back with my patented ‘crotchmelter’ grin (named as such by an ex-girlfriend of mine).

I went back to my stool behind the counter and turned up the volume on my iPod. Brenda rigged the sound system in the cafe so the employees can plug in our own music. I was in a Jeff Buckley kinda mood and I went back to reading The Da Vinci Code. It is getting more than a little cold here in ‘Porn Valley’ lately. For those of you who are not aware, I live in the San Fernando Valley. In the winter it can get down to about 40 at night. Not cold by winter type standards in a lot of places, but cold enough for this valley girl. I was not really dressed for this, as when I came into work that afternoon, it was in the high 70’s. I had on a pair of Levi jeans and a white wife-beater, with my new black ‘Very Sexy Secret Embrace’ Victoria’s Secret bra (for my female readers, you really need to check these out). My cleavage rocks in this thing!

Around 10 PM or so, two Filipino couples came in for a drink. The were dressed a little “too fast and too furious” for my taste, but one of the girls really stood out to me. She was a tiny little thing, about 4′10″ and had a round face that just about killed me. She had deep brown eyes, and a truly button nose. Her lips looked so full I thought she might have been punched in the mouth, but the swell was natural and put Angelina Jolie’s lips to shame.

She caught me staring and hit me with a smile that rivaled my own ‘crotchmelter’. I felt myself blushing as I took their order. I told them to have a seat, and I would ring it up when I finished making the drinks. As they made their way to the table, I got a long look at her perfect little butt. She had jeans on and they were a size 0 if they were adult at all! What really killed me was the red Chuck Taylor high tops, I really like that look.

I made their drinks, and motioned to them to come and pay. The little pinoy walked right up to the counter and pulled her credit card (platinum, I might add). I coyly asked for I.D. and she pulled out her license. It seemed that Rose Gutierrez just turned seventeen; she was indeed only 4′10″ and weighed 91 lbs. The dimples she flashed on the license photo caused another surge of juice in my pussy. She reached out and her fingers stroked mine as I handed her back her card and license. She blushed and lowered her eyes as she brushed her jet black hair from her pretty face. We made eye contact again and I felt my nipples pop up to say hi. I swear to Christ, she licked her fat lips and smiled when she noticed them. I blushed AGAIN and I introduced myself.

“I’m Gia,” I said with a slight crack in my voice (FUCK!).

I am telling the truth here you guys, her answer totally floored me!

She said, “I’m so fuckin’ yours…” and she flashed a grin that said SHE MEANT IT!

She signed the receipt and then wrote her number on a napkin on the counter. I took it and folded it up, sticking it in my bra. Her eyes twinkled at that maneuver, and I winked at her. I watched her strut back to her table with the drinks and I pretended to go back to my book. Truth is, I watched how she acted with her date. She was clearly not into him, and I caught her stealing glances at me every couple of minutes.

Thirty minutes later they got up to leave, and she came back to the counter to ‘tip me’. She looked me dead in the eye and asked what time we close. Her voice sounded so high and cute (most times I hate when girls do that ‘little girl’ voice, but hers was real and I fuckin’ melted on hearing it). I smiled and told her midnight. She checked her watch and said Goodnight. Little Rose and her friends walked out the front door and I started breathing again.

I closed the doors at about ten after twelve, and got back to closing up the shop. I had cranked up some Nine-inch-nails, and was mopping the floor when I heard someone banging on the glass. My heart jumped into my throat when I looked up to see little Rose standing at the door, looking cold as hell! I grabbed my keys and opened the door for her. She smiled as she stepped inside and she shivered as I locked the door behind her. I turned and she stepped right into me and reached up to kiss me! Now I’m 5′ 2″, so I bent down a little to meet those unbelievable lips in an open mouth kiss.

I think at least two songs went by before we stopped kissing. Right there in the door so anybody driving by could see us. I took her by the hand and lead her to Brenda’s office. Stopping only to turn off the lights in the store, I joined her on the black leather couch I had fucked on many times before. She had pulled off her big sweater and I got a good look at her little titties. She was still dressed in a tee and her jeans, but I got a quick appraisal of this little atom bomb. I started to pull my wife-beater off and she stood to help me undress, kissing my belly as I lifted it over my head. Her hands were behind me, unhooking my bra and her lips locked onto my left nipple the second it was exposed!

BOOM! A tiny orgasm surged thru me as my bra dropped to the floor. I groaned as she sucked and nibbled on my erect nub. Her tiny hands fumbled for my belt and my jeans were quickly open. I was stunned how quickly the little Filipina got me down to my panties and shoes. I sat back down on the couch and we took off my shoes and pulled my jeans off my ankles. Rose took a step back and started to strip for me. I swear she did it for a living. The teen took of her clothing slowly and seductively, like a seasoned stripper. As her bra came off, I gulped. Her brown skin was flawless and her chocolate nipples stood out at least an inch from her pert A cup titties.

Now we were both in panties only and she fell forward onto me on the couch and we resumed our kiss.

We must have kissed for another hour or so, feeling each other up pretty good but we both avoided each others crotch. (it was like we were saving the best for later). Finally, she pulled away and lay back on the far arm of the couch. I got up on my knees and hooked my fingers in the elastic band of her thong. Slowly I pulled the top back to reveal the hidden prize in her soaked panties. I was panting loudly as I exposed the soft black line of straight pubic hair. Rose lifted her tiny little ass up for me to slip off her thong. She was so wet, the crotch stuck to her fat puffy mons as I pulled them off. I slipped them off her tiny ankles, and Rose opened her stubby legs for me.

Now if you have read my stories, dear readers, you know I have a few fetishes that show up in my writing often. Well, let me tell you that the world stopped spinning for just a second when I saw the present little Rose had for me. She had a pencil thin line of hair that extended straight up from her dark brown acorn of a clit sitting at the top of her swollen labia!

It was big, I mean IT WAS FUCKING BIG! I laughed out loud and shuddered with joy and lust.

Rose was clearly embarrassed by her ‘deformity’ and covered it with both hands. I saw this in her eyes, and I said, “No, no baby.. Don’t cover it, she’s beautiful!”

I saw the relief in her face and she grinned so sexily at me, I about came right then. Rose pulled her hands away from her pussy and I fell forward to climb between her short little thighs. I drew in a deep whiff of her strong scent. Her pussy was so wet and juicy, and it smelled spicy and very strong. Not bad or unclean, but strong like when a woman is really turned on and wet. Her labia glistened in the light and looked as if they had been dipped in chocolate! I stuck my tongue out to take my first taste of the crinkled flesh in front of me. It was heaven, and I began to lap away at the delightful feast.

I was sucking out her juice, my slurping stifled by Rose’s moans. I savaged her labia, thrusting as deep as I could with my tongue to scoop out as much of the tiny brunette’s essence as fast as it flowed. The flavor filled my mouth and I had never tasted anything so wonderful. Rose’s head snapped back on the couch, her cries of joy filling the office. Her tiny body rocked back and forth, pulling me with her as my mouth remained glued to her drooling pussy. Barking and whining noises escaped from Rose’s throat, through her clenched teeth. Then louder, heaving gasps. I slipped two fingers inside of her and my lips found Rose’s awesome clit.

Her tiny hips bucked as I applied suction to the fat little mini-cock in my mouth. I giggled as I felt the next surge of juice around my fingers. Rose’s pussy was as fresh and as sweet as I imagined it would be. I roughly ran the tip of my tongue across the huge nub, wrapping my lips over my teeth and holding the fat nub immobile. My fingers sought out her G-spot, as I attempted to coax out more of the tiny teenage fillipina’s juice.

“Oh yes, you’re soooo good at this,” Rose squeaked softly as she felt my two fingers working their way across the roof of her pussy.

She lifted her head up to smile at me. I reached down under me to play with my gooey pussy with my left hand. I was making all kinds of noise and grunts eating this little Asian treat. I felt the walls of her pussy begin to spasm and I knew I had her now. I doubled the suction and tonguing and I pressed the tips of my fingers up into her spot hard.

Rose began to buck and snort as she came. There was a white thick cream dribbling into the palm of my hand, and I continued my attack on that amazing clit of hers.

Rose now bucked her hips up and down, “Fuck yes! That’s it… go… go… ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Then she stiffened and slumped in front of me. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her and released her clit from my lip grip. I looked down to see that her clit had now extended almost an inch out of her hood. Fuck! I really have a thing for the big ones. I shivered with excitement. My palm was filled with a big hot glob of her cum and I lapped it up and swallowed. YUMMY.

As Rose sat up, I lay back. She climbed between my thighs to give me the same treatment I had just given her. Being ten years older and having taken some pretty big cocks, I was not nearly tight as the little teen and she was instantly able to slip three fingers inside me. I was already sopping wet and her hand surged forward. Rose worked in her pinky finger and was able to run four fingers across the roof of my hot pussy, really doing a number on my G-spot.

My brain flashed and I saw white. I grunted out a warning to the teenager.

“Ro… Rose, I… I’m a… a sq… squirter… be careful.”

She giggled and doubled her efforts as she asked in her squeaky little girl voice,

“Is your puss-puss gonna spit at me Gia?”

She pulled her fingers from my pussy, and then drove back in, filling the space with her tiny hand, which she pistoned in and out as fast as she could. The thumb of her left hand she used to rub my clit. The index finger of her right hand, the one so recently pressed inside her own juicy cunt, went to my asshole and slowly worked its way in. If we would of had some lube she could have fisted me easily.

My eyes lost all focus and I heard the familiar rumble in my head. I was about to cum in a big way!

I gasped out, “Oh… Ok… FUCK!… CUMMING!”

And with that, I cut loose with a jet of cum juice from my piss hole, right into her open mouth! I cramped hard in my abdomen as I felt a liter or two of my fluid shooting into Rose’s hungry little mouth. She slurped and swallowed, gargling, “Uh huh, uh huh” as I flooded her mouth.

When I came to, she was holding me in her tiny arms. My juice dripped from her matted, black hair down on to me and I weakly smiled at her. She nodded and kissed me gently.

We got dressed, and she helped me clean up the office. Then we finished closing the coffee shop. I walked her to her car and kissed her goodnight.

Rose and I have a date next weekend.