I meet a delicious teeny prostitute and hope to save her from the game
Years ago, I had to go up to Manchester. Can’t remember why, maybe a football match? But it’s another more memorable event that stays in my memory.
Driving in to the city from the south west side I saw a dingy looking hotel, behind its car park. I need a room and car parking. In I go, it’s nothing special but enough for me and not much money. OK, that’s arranged, so I drive towards the city centre, early evening. As you approach Piccadilly station from the south there are dark side streets, high buildings each side and railway bridges above. I turned left along one, the road would go towards Moss Side I thought and there would be girls on the streets around there, maybe. But very soon I noticed a girl on the footpath, left of the road in the shadows. By the time I saw her, I was going past. So I turned round and passed on the other side, she was still there. I turned round again and drove back up, and stopped in front of her. She walked up to the car, I’d wound the window down anticipating she’d bend down to talk. But she got right in. Usually I’d have locked the door, don’t always want a whore to get in until I’ve decided I like what I see. Immediately, I realised that I very much did like what I was seeing. Young and very nice looking.
She asked if I was “doing business”? “Please drive on” she said “I’ll tell you when to stop to talk, not here though”. We stopped not far ahead by a vacant lot, demolished and cleared ready for redeveloping. She agreed to come back to the hotel with me, for a price, not much and about what I’d expected to be asked. We started to drive back and I asked her name and age. “I’m seventeen, I’m Geraldine”. One of my mother’s friends was called Geraldine, I didn’t think of it as a name for a cute young girl!
Geraldine had a strong Irish accent. She liked to talk. Her boy friend was looking after her, ’cause her family didn’t want her. She needed to go back at the end of the evening with a certain sum of money, much more than we’d agreed. He wanted that amount tonight and she would suffer if she hadn’t got it. She showed me her hand and there were little round sores. Cigarette burns. After a while I realised that she was saying what she’d been programmed to say. Controlled by some pimp who’d picked her up, a runaway, and was using the poor girl as his money machine and getting plenty sex as a bonus.
Soon we were back at the hotel and in my room. “We’ll have a shower first” I said. She was starting to take her clothes off, but I wanted that pleasure. She had her sweater half over her head, I finished the job. She didn’t seem to mind and I unfastened her bra at the back. Standing behind her I could lift the cups of her bra up and hold her tits. They felt small, but lovely, it was very good. Next her jeans were down and my hand was down inside her panties, fingering her damp slit. We were soon in the shower, both naked. I looked at her back and noticed more sores on her lovely smooth skin, the bastard had burned her there too.
Looking at her small, slim, naked body, I thought “No way she’s seventeen. He’s told her to say that so she’s seeming not to be underage. Those lovely growing tits are little girl shaped, cone shaped and firm. She has hardly any pubic hair, but she’s not shaved there. Just a few wavy hairs growing naturally. My guess is she’s not more than fourteen, probably thirteen.My lucky day, she is so beautiful and this little pussy might be the tightest yet.”
I soaped her, concentrating on her breasts and pubic mound. She soaped my back and then my balls and cock. I was semi hard but that didn’t last as she gently rubbed my suds covered stiff cock.
We dried and got on to the bed. I opened her legs and examined the pussy I’d helped to clean. I put my finger in and slid it softly in and out. Then I couldn’t resist, I was sucking the sweet honey hole. Then, it wasn’t me who did it, it was eager Geraldine who moved me so we were in position for a sixty-nine. I was sucking her and she was gobbling my dick, her soft teeny mouth knew what to do. I thought I was in heaven!
I have to change position or I’ll cum before I even enter the teeny pussy. So then, I’m on top of her in the missionary position. Again she took the initiative. “You can kiss me if you want to”. I wanted to, her kiss was sweet and I wanted it to last, but my prick was pushing between her pussy lips and finding her wet haven. I was inside her and yes, so wet but so tight, like a velvet tunnel. I couldn’t stop thrusting and her exquisite tightness meant the climax had to come, I felt my blissful spurts filling the pussy.
She lay back and surprisingly wasn’t in a hurry to dress and go.
“You know what your “boy-friend” really is don’t you?” I said. “Boy friends don’t hurt the girl they love. You’re just his moneymaker and his sex toy. You need to get away and I can help you. Is there anything he has that you have to go back for, I can get you anything you need”.
Geraldine. “I have to go back tonight, he was watching. He’ll know your car number and has probably followed us here. We’ll both be in danger if I don’t go back tonight. But I like you, we could escape tomorrow. I’ll not have much more than the clothes on my back, but I trust you.”
Was I a sucker and just fed a story? Anyway, I gave her all the money she said she needed for the pimp, took her back to where I’d picked her up from. We agreed to meet eleven tomorrow morning. I’d find out then if I’d been conned.
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