That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
Timmy first met the gorgeous black girl Gemma when she was sunbathing in their back garden with his step-s****r Mandy and her friend Becki. The three girls had spotted him drooling out of his bedroom window at their long bare legs and taut bottoms. Gemma had taught him how good black pussy tasted; but had not let him any further.
Gemma could not attend the Junior Porn Club School as she was back in the West African country Birkina Faso, visiting her grand-parents and getting pregnant.
The most that Timmy knew about her home country was that it has the lowest legal age for sex, at thirteen.
At the Coach Station
Gemma's Mum and Dad dropped her off at the Coach Station, chattering about usual Passport / tickets / money stuff. Her Mum kissed her tenderly, with just a flash of tongues, holding hands. Her Dad hugged her close, her soft breasts pressing against his chest through the short yellow sun dress; just managing to avoid the impulse to squeeze her bottom in public. As she mounted the coach steps, watching her long bare legs and flash of bare black bottom, he wondered if perhaps that dress was a bit too short to wear without panties. Gemma turned at the top step, smiled down at her parents, pulling down the hem of her dress coquettishly to hide her bare pubes: "Love you both!"
Back home, her Mum and Dad drew the lounge curtains and made passionate love; the second time that day, while watching their daught3r's porn video on the new flat-screen TV. With her friends Becki and Mandy, she featured in the mk3 masturbator promotion video. This was supplied as an instruction manual with each mk3 sold, and showed her gorgeous body in intimate detail being brought to multiple climaxes by her friends. Some ladies reported that the mere act of clipping on the arm-band control unit and attaching the shiny nipple clamps was enough to get them wet. Once they had stepped into and adjusted the thigh straps the middle cuntal probe sought out their moist pussy lips and began to gently vibrate.
Uncle Mike's invention of the mk3 masturbator had won the UK Porn Industry 2012 Design Award and his prize included funding to make this video and holiday vouchers for its 3 starlets. A narrow blue suspender belt held up the two flexible thigh straps, which housed the batteries, motors and control circuitry. Once the anal and cuntal probes engaged in their correct orifices they vibrated to the pounding disco music in Gemma's headphones; the nipple clamps responding to soft high notes down to the anal vibrator picking up the deep heavy bass notes. It also had two tiny clitoral ‘rabbit ears’ which sought out her most sensitive area at the top of her pussy, stroking her erect nub into a frothy mess.
Gemma's Mum remembered back to their first practical lessons on licking pussy; Gemma was a natural – regularly bringing her off. The camera zoomed up between Gemma's legs, the pussy juice dribbling out down the crack between her taut buttocks. Under instruction from Becki's smart-phone, on-screen the anal probe wormed it's way relentlessly into his daught3r's arse, Dad recalled that session when she demanded he take her anal virginity. She had felt fabulous, him holding onto her narrow boyish hips and ramming his prick between her cheeks until he had to pull out and cover her back in his hot sperm. Now he was behind her Mother slipping and sliding in and out of her slick cunt, just the way she liked it: hard and fast one minute, slow and gentle the next, all the while watching their ch1ld starting her porn career with those beautiful bi-sexual schoolgirls Becki and Mandy.
In the Coach
Back in the coach Dave was taking his young daught3r Rose and s0n Jonny home from their Mother after it was her weekend with them. They all sat at the back of the coach; Rose and Jonny in the window seats, him next to Rose and all happened to be looking out as Gemma arrived.
Rose swivelled around to face Dave: "Daddy you shouldn't stare at that girl in the yellow dress. Is it because she's not wearing a bra? Look, you can see her nipples poking out, and those lovely long dark legs go all the way up to her bottom. Look you can see she's not wearing any knickers either". Her Dad's erection was clearly an embarrassment as she stroked his thigh, and he tried to remember where he had seen this beautiful creature before. The thin cotton dress clung to her taut body, accentuating her hard pointed nipples on small high succulent teenage breasts. She was kissing her parents goodbye and when her Dad squeezed her bottom the back of her dress rode up exposing a complete lack of underwear, but crucially showing the blue thigh straps of the mk3 masturbator.
Gemma spotted the only empty seat right at the back next to a young boy looking out the window. His Dad and she supposed his s1ster, sat in the row in front. Dave couldn't take his eyes off her; as she walked unsteadily down the aisle-way, the sun occasionally streaming through the thin dress fabric and her heavy overnight back held out in front lifting her hem. His eyes only leaving her crotch, to glance up to breast level to observe her hard nipples swaying slightly on each step. Gemma stopped only inches away, stretching up to put her bag into the overhead rack space. The scent drifting down from her hot body was intoxicating, and as she raised her arms Dave could clearly see the wires from the shiny ipod on her armband slipping through the dress armholes.
He half stood up to help with the heavy bag: “Gemma, um it is you isn’t it? Let me help you” as his face passed her gorgeous breasts straining upwards. Dave revelled in her musky perfume covering his face from the space between her breasts only inches away. Just then the coach started up; the bag safely stowed, they both tumbled back down into his seat. Gemma landed lightly on his lap, his erection f0rcing the ‘A’ probe further into her tight bottom: “Oooooh, thank you” she breathed, trying to untangle his hands from the nipple clamps inside her dress.
“Gemma, you angel” he cooed “I must have watched that video a dozen times, and it makes me cum every time. I just love the way you chew out that blonde girl”.
“That’s my lover Becki, and the other slag is Molly, she’s fun too. This masturbator is just awesome – it feels like I'm cumming all the time. Um the other passengers are watching, so perhaps I’d better get a seat of my own” she murmured, trying to stand up. He gallantly helped her upright, trying to resist touching her bare legs and covering up the damp patch from her wet pussy soaking into his trousers.
Gemma flopped into the seat behind, smiling at the young boy and selected a suitable non-porn movie to watch on her smart-phone. The nipple rings pulsed in time to the beating music in her earphones, and her cunt was soon feeling very mellow, without even turning up the mk3 masturbator speed. As Jonny wriggled around trying to get a clearer view of her movie his leg pushed up her dress clearly exposing the mk3 thigh straps. Gemma cradled Jonny's head against her left breast, not stopping his hand slipping slowly up her dress to stroke the dark flesh above the straps.
Rose swivelled around in her seat, staring at Gemma's thighs, spotted her br0ther's hand creeping up from the knee: "Naughty boy" she grinned at him. Then whispering into Daddy's ear: "Daddy, she is gorgeous. I think Johnny is stroking her thigh. But how do you know her name?" Rose touched Daddy's erection: "Can I sit on that? We don't want everyone to see it". Without waiting for an answer Rose stretched her leg across Dad's lap and landed down on his prick facing him: "Oooh, that's nice" she purred "It's touching my Gyna, will it make me pregnant?"
"No silly" Dave breathed into her ear "Just sit still and we won't have any accidents. Now tell me what are they doing?"
"Well my naughty br0ther is touching her leg; he seems to have forgotten about watching the video. There's a funny buzzing noise coming from under her dress, she's smiling at me and licking her lips. Oh now I can see the shiny silver thingy between her legs. What's it doing to her? It seems to disappear up her Gyna. Oh daddy, she's leaking. There's stuff tricking down her thighs onto her nice yellow dress. Oh now Jonny is paddling his fingers in it, and he's trying to stuff them in my mouth". Muffled licking sounds. "Oh wow she tastes heavenly. Daddy, will I taste like that when I'm all grown up, and got breasts and stuff?"
Gemma slipped off her shoes and carefully eased both feet up onto her seat, spreading her knees so that her bottom and the buried 'A' probe were clearly visible to Rose.
"Oh Daddy, there's another one of those shiny things, and it's up her bottom. Daddy that is disgusting, surely that isn't right. What is it doing to her? It seems to make her happy" then a long pause, "At school they taught us all about sexual intercourse between a man and a lady. He puts his penis into her vagina to make babies. Can you put your penis up someone's bottom? Would that be possible? Is it nice? Daddy do you ever fuck Mummy up the arse?"
Gemma was responding to Jonny's hand on her thigh – her nipples getting harder, and her juices flowing freely now. She leant over and kissed him lightly on the mouth, he returned the kiss by slipping his tongue between her lips: "oh, you've done that before, just how old are you ... 7, 8?"
Jonny didn't answer but pushed Gemma's head down towards his shiny penis emerging from the waistband of his red shorts.
"Naughty boy, you know you're much too young for me to suck that. If I just nibbled the tip I bet you would try to push it down my throat and f0rce me to swallow a mouthful of your hot salty cum, and that would be so wrong...."
"Dad" whispered Rose "she's talking to Jonny's penis. I think she wants to suck him off. Is that OK? Daddy I'd like to do that. Does it feel good? Can a boy suck a girl off? Oh I've so much to learn. Will you teach me to suck?" pushing one hand down inside Dave's trousers.
"Just wait until we get home darling, Daddy will let you try anything you want".
Fortunately they arrived at the airport terminal before they were all thrown of the coach for gross indecency.
At the Airport
Gemma shakily walked off the coach giving Dave a good eyeful of wet cunt and headed for the Airport Terminal. She checked in a small holdall of bikinis and dildos and was imagining lying on a beach in the hot sun trying to choose between 2 gorgeous boys when she walked through the security scanner and all hell broke loose.
A very load klaxon shook her from her reverie and she was instantly surrounded by male and female security guards who bundled her roughly into a brightly-lit side room. The 2 female officers were the worst pushing a detector wand hard between her legs and groping her breasts and bum while they f***ed her to strip.
The senior male guard recognised the mk3 masturbator still pulsing front and back and ushered everyone else from the room declaring he would need to interrogate the suspect.
"Show me how you control those probes" he said gently trying to calm Gemma down.
Gemma tentatively increased the oscillations of the front probe, the guard dropping to his knees to lick her exposed clit. He roughly pulled the rear probe out of her arse and pushed two fingers in, catching Gemma off balance and making her climax.
"We cannot possibly let you on a plane wearing that" he said undoing his fly and pushing his prick into Gemma's mouth.
Gemma reluctantly undid the straps and let the mk3 drop to the floor and removed the nipple ring vibrators while sucking hard on the guard. Fortunately there was a box of tissues to wipe up the stream of spunk he left on her chin and breasts. Later she rang Mike – the inventor, to put a Health Warning on the mk3 web-site on how to avoid getting rap3d by airport security.
It was a night-time flight, so the cabin lights were low, and the drone made her sl**py. So with eyes nearly closed and legs wide apart, f***ed into manual masturbation, a butch stewardess leaned over the seat and asked Gemma to accompany her. Gemma had thought the drop-down table would ensure nobody could see her right hand buried up to the knuckles in her cunt, but had not reckoned with the air conditioning wafting the delicious aroma of her pussy juice around. The stewardess nibbled Gemma's ear and helped her out of the tight seat, brushing against her nipples and pushed the still groggy Gemma down the plane aisle to the galley area. Pulling the curtain across, she kissed Gemma f0rcefully on the lips and grappled her pussy; Gemma fought back by yanking down the front zip of the flight uniform and unclipping the front bra fastening. Candy's generous tits fell out and Gemma pinched both nipples hard. Pushing Gemma back against the counter top f0rced her legs apart and Candy's first and second fingers shot into her already wet cunt. Candy expertly fingered Gemma's g-spot until she trembled to a climax and shot a stream of juice all over the floor.
Candy insisted that Gemma reciprocate using a blue strap-on dildo that magically appeared from a cupboard. Candy pulled her zip right down, stepped out of the uniform dress, and turned round leaning on the counter, revealing stay up stockings framing a pretty bare bottom. Gemma lost no time in moistening the dildo from her own pussy juice before jamming it into Candy's arse, while still pinching hard on one nipple. Candy muffled a scream, expecting cuntal action, not anal, but came anyway after a few minutes.
After they had both got their breath back, dressed in smart clean uniforms with regulation airline thongs, they unsteadily climbed the spiral staircase to the VIP lounge. A small group of mostly dressed male passengers were surrounded by an orgy of nearly-naked male and female cabin crew. Candy explained that the tips were brilliant from the strongly built black man, named Kurt, who owned a large part of the capital, and loved little girls. Candy stripped and pulled off Kurt's trousers, gasping at the revealed prick and tried to get either hand around it. But Kurt was drooling at the sight of Gemma dressed in the airline uniform and insisted she kept it on. Candy explained that Gemma was only 13 and preferred anal, while licking the head of his penis. Gemma reluctantly climbed onto Kurt's prone body and felt Candy feeding his prick into her moistening bum-hole. The orgy went very quiet whilst all eyes focussed on his enormous length disappearing inch by inch into her bum.
Gemma held her breath until the entire length was buried in her arse, and then screeched as he started to pull it out again. This was the trigger for all the crew to resume fucking, sucking and masturbating. Candy sat behind her, pulled the zipper down and gently massaged Gemma's breasts as she rode up and down, until Kurt grunted and filled her arse with spunk. Candy helped Gemma off the softening prick, and licked her bruised bum-hole while everyone else cuddled her.
Gemma staggered off the plane at Ouagadougou Airport in her own dress, richer by $2000, with a permanent invitation to Kurt's mansion.
Gemma couldn't believe her luck – she had only booked a cheap flight, half expecting to sl**p on the beach, but now had the run of a palatial house complete with swimming pool, gym, sauna, at least eight bedrooms and full maid service.
Gemma selected a lovely room opening onto the pool and Kurt insisted on sl**ping with her whenever he was at home. There was only one rule – she must not fuck anyone else – her cunt was his property.
A pretty, young boy from the swimwear shop delivered a selection of bikinis for Gemma, her absolute favourite one had an open mesh top which kept her nipples permanently erect due to the slight friction whenever her tits moved. The bottoms were made of a seamless metallic see-through fabric; close up anyone could clearly see the individual folds of her dark lips, puckered bum-hole, and pink shiny cunt walls when her legs were wide apart.
Gemma managed several Skype video calls back to the UK until she squirted all over the laptop webcam and the delicious close-up of Becki’s cunt full of Molly’s fist disappeared with a loud bang.
Gemma woke late one morning to find Kurt had left just a silver bracelet with instructions to phone this number and ask for Tim – get yourself some company – I am away for 2-3 weeks.
"African e****ts" answered a cheery voice when Gemma phoned.
"Could I speak to Tim please" Gemma.
"Certainly Miss, you must be Kurt's new bitch, can I suggest a young boy that just joined, he's available all day" replied Tim.
"Er, do you have any girls?" Gemma hesitated, imagining Becki licking up her inner thigh.
"Oh no problem I'll send over one of each, say about 10 o'clock, usual clothing and toys?"
"Hmm, can't wait, I'll be by the pool" and Gemma hung up, pulled on her favourite bikini, feeling her pussy moistening.
A brightly painted jeep drove up the hill and two young ch1ldren jumped out, nearly naked, carrying a large see-through carrier bag full of clothes and sex toys. By the pool the girl and boy went through a series of set-piece positions – pussy licking, deep-throating, mock anal and finally full-on fucking each other, before asking Gemma sitting on a sun lounger what services she wanted.
"OK k**s slow down, put some clothes on, and make it more erotic" said Gemma pulling her lips apart to reveal a lack of pussy juice. The boy, now wearing tight shorts, who didn't seem 13, crawled over to Gemma and gently stroked her breasts through the mesh bra.
"That's better, now some sun cream, mmmm" moaned Gemma as the boy pulled off her shiny bikini bottoms, and pushed his tongue into her cunt. Meanwhile the girl had donned a white tee-shirt and thong and was pushing a large vibrator into the boy's raised bottom. Finally Gemma turned over, taking the boy's small but rigid prick into her still sore arse, with the little girl on top of the heap screwing the boy with a strap-on dildo. Juices were beginning to flow when the maid called out "Hurry up lunch is ready" and gave the young girl a helping hand between the legs. She jerked violently as the maid's fist entered her cunt causing the boy to spurt into Gemma's bum and took her over the edge. They all jumped into the pool, and then, wrapped in towels sat down to lunch.
The young girl explained how African e****ts supplied girls and boys of all ages to rich locals for their own use or regular parties, where they would perform for the assembled guests. All booking was done by phone, each client asked for a coded name – 'Tim' had identified Gemma as Kurt's latest bitch.
At African e****ts
After lunch Gemma slipped on the bitch bracelet, dark glasses and a pair of thin open-crotch dungarees that also displayed her pretty tits each side of the bib. When the jeep arrived to collect the girl and boy she hitched a ride between them down the hill to the e****t agency headquarters. The HQ proved to be a stuffy office with a telephone and internet terminal, the walls covered in nude or nearly-nude photographs of the available girls and boys. 'Tim' sat Gemma down, pushing her knees apart, checked her bracelet and dropped to his knees nuzzling her cunt, and groped her tits.
Introductions over they talked for hours about Gemma's idea to modernise the organisation and get bookings on-line. Next day 'Tim' had assembled a team of 2 web designers, a graphic artist, a photographer, a body painter and a hand-full of older girls and boys.
Gemma sketched her concept web-site comprising an initial photo gallery; clicking onto any girl or boy revealed their age, detailed statistics, close-up genital photographs and preferred partners. Having made a selection the user could 'dress' the girl or boy by dragging real or imaginary outfits onto their naked image. The body painter produced a range of stunning luminous bikinis and swim trunks. Gemma's favourite being a pair of pale denim shorts painted onto skin, which 'covered' a modest amount of bum, but the peeled back open fly at the front 'exposed' a girl's pubes or boy's entire penis. So from the back the stitched pockets and seams painted right into the bum crack supported the illusion of clothing even with the boy or girl bent right over, but the front view was spectacular display of their sex. Gemma insisted on road-testing the resilience of the painted shorts by tribbing a lovely 13 year old girl, and later watching her fuck a boy wearing a green pair. The body artist refined the paint mixture until it could survive pussy juice, spunk and being peed on without smearing.
Once the client had selected a girl or boy the site would automatically offer recommended additions based on the lesbian, gay, hetero or bi-sexual preferences and their previous orders, so in a couple of clicks you could assemble an entire orgy of compatible ch1ldren. Clients were encouraged to 'score' each young person and leave comments on each sexual encounter; videos and photos could be easily uploaded.
Now it was easier to order the boys and girls, bookings escalated and Gemma had to tackle the next problem of quality. She turned half the mansion into a classroom, where ch1ldren would come to relax and learn when they were not booked out. Sometimes the younger boys and girls slept over if they were not required at night. Gemma gave lessons in undressing, makeup, pubic grooming for the girls and delaying techniques for the boys. All lessons were practical with the ch1ldren experimenting on her or each other; older ch1ldren helping the younger ones, sometimes the young maid assisted.
By the time Kurt returned the number of available girls and boys was in the hundreds, with a similar number of regularly paying clients, so the money rolled in.
Kurt ordered 5 girls and 5 boys of varying ages from 13 upwards. The first game was spin the bottle, where they all sat in a circle and once the bottle stopped it was used to make the winner climax in a different way each time, until everyone was exhausted.
Kurt's favourite game was to line up a random group of girls and boys, all wearing the painted on denim shorts, presenting their bums by resting hands on a low wall on the poolside. His trick was to bugger each one in turn with his eyes covered trying to guess boy or girl. Any that were guessed wrongly were eliminated from the line until only one remained as the winner. Everyone knew he cheated mercilessly reaching under the painted shorts to fondle pricks or cunts, while hammering their backsides. Unsurprisingly the winner was Gemma; her prize was a long slow cuntal fucking after Kurt had removed his over-used durex.
The girls were all subject to double (or even triple) penetration by Kurt from underneath and a boy on top.
Two months later it was clear that Gemma was pregnant and Kurt employed a live-in nurse to look after Gemma, and provide him a new bitch. The school lessons now included safe sex, masturbation techniques and where babies come from, until Gemma considered there was nothing left to teach the k**s.
After the beautiful black baby girl Kit was born Gemma and baby returned to the UK and stayed at a flat Kurt owned, sl**ping with him whenever he was in London.