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 Story_codes: M/g pedo oral anal cum cons preteen prostitution

   Story_intro: In this sequel to ASIAN DELIGHT, Carl introduces Max to a
brothel, where every pedophile fantasy is catered for.  Max thought he had
experienced the ultimate in pleasure that afternoon in Manila, when he and
his friend raped a 4 year old street girl, but it was just a taster for the
delights of the Filipino Pedo Club.

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   The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between adults
and a young child.  The author would like to stress that it is 100%
FICTION.

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   Note Sergdriver. This story is a continuation of "Asian Delight ".  You
can read my translations of this storyes in Russian.
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   Filipino Pedo Club

   Written by Maxamm

   My first experience of child sex in the Philippines whetted my appetite
for some more little Asian delights.  Fortunately, in Carl I had found a
kindred spirit who knew exactly how and where to lay his hands on the
youngest and freshest little ones.

   Hardly eight hours had passed since he and I had raped a five-year-old
street girl in his hotel room.  Now, we were on our way to an underground
club that promised even more delicious forbidden pleasures.

   "It's run by a German couple," he explained.  "I've known Gunther and
Ilse for several years and they're very good friends of mine.  They're like
gods to pedo tourists in this part of the world.  Always a fresh supply of
kiddies on hand and none older than ten.  They buy them from pimps who pick
them up off the streets and hard-up families in need of cash.  As you've
seen already, there's no shortage."

   "How do they get away with it?" I demanded.

   "Contacts in high places," Carl replied.  "They used to produce hardcore
kiddy porn in Europe, before coming here, where it's safer and much easier
to find kids."

   "I can't imagine finding a sweeter little piece of ass than the one we
had this afternoon," I said.

   "She was something else, wasn't she!" Carl grinned.  "But the fun is
only beginning, buddy.  This place will blow your mind - I guarantee it."

   At first glance, the club was nothing special.  Dimly lit and fairly
compact, with customers seated around small round tables.  I counted
fifteen, only two of whom were women.  The only indication that this was a
palace of forbidden pleasures was the hardcore porn movie playing on the
two small TVs to either side of the bar.  A naked Filipino girl of about
seven was licking the huge cock of a fat white man, who was holding her
tightly by the hair.  The child was looking towards the camera and her
expression left me in no doubt that she wished she were somewhere else.

   Carl introduced me to our hostess as she ushered us towards our table.
Ilse was an intimidating vision of blonde, blue eyed Teutonic womanhood,
dressed in shiny, spike heeled black rubber thigh boots and a matching
micro dress that ended inches above her boots and left her huge breasts
almost totally bare.  The dominatrix vision was completed by the whip
holstered on her left hip.  All in all, she was a woman calculated to
strike fear into the heart of many an adult man, let alone a defenseless
child.  It was easy to visualize her in Gestapo uniform strutting through a
Nazi prison camp.

   "You are very welcome to our club, Max," she said, in a husky, heavily
accented voice.  "I hope you will enjoy your stay."

   "I'm sure I will," I replied.

   Ilse clicked her fingers and a waitress who looked a couple of years
short of teenage hurried to our table.  Her uniform consisted of a pair of
tiny white lace panties.  Her breasts were no larger than pears.  A very
pretty girl, but not one I intended to spend money on.

   "Patti, drinks for our guests," Ilse commanded.

   "Large scotch, no ice," said Carl.

   "Beer for me," I told the girl, keeping one eye fixed on the TV screen.

   With a little bow, the child hurried away to get our drinks.  As she
passed, Carl playfully smacked her ass.

   "Would you gentlemen like to see the menu?" Ilse asked.

   "Sure would," Carl grinned.  "You hungry, Max?"

   "I've already had dinner," I replied.

   He laughed.  "They don't serve food here, buddy.  But I guarantee you'll
find the menu very appetizing."

   I did not have to wait long to find out what he meant.  The German woman
handed us a red leather bound menu each.  The instant I opened mine, I
uttered an astonished exclamation.

   The menu consisted of children, ranging in ages from four to ten.  A
naked photograph accompanied a brief description of each child whore on
offer.  The menu alone was something any pedophile would consider a prize
possession.

   I studied each girl carefully, licking my lips in anticipation.  There
were so many to choose from, it was agonizing.

   FRESH TODAY.  VERY YOUNG AND VERY BEAUTIFUL.  4 YEARS OLD KATI.

   SWEET LITTLE ANGEL IS ONLY 5 AND AVAILABLE NOW FOR YOUR PLEASURE.

   IF YOU LOVE YOUR GIRLS VERY LITTLE, YOU WILL LOVE 4 YEARS OLD JONI.

   TODAY'S SPECIAL DISH!  6 YEARS OLD LUIS AND BETTE.  TWINS YOU WILL NEVER
FORGET. BOTH VIRGIN.

   Though I had no taste for boys of any age, the prospect was indeed
tempting.  If only they were both female, I would not have hesitated to
choose them.

   "We also have a full menu of boys," Ilse offered helpfully.

   "No, thanks," I replied.  "I prefer girls.  Damn, I just can't decide."

   "There is also our specialty menu," the big woman continued.

   "Specialty menu?"

   "There are customers who wish to have sex with babies, for example," she
explained.  "I can provide you with one as young as three months, if you
would like that."

   I shook my head.  Even I had my limits, though I had no problem with
people who got their rocks off with toddlers or babies.  Live and let live!


   I looked at Carl.  "What do you think?"

   Before he could answer, the preteen waitress returned with our drinks.
As she placed them on the table, Carl took the opportunity to fondle her
ass.  Apart from a slight grimace, the girl showed no response.  Working in
this place, she was obviously used to being groped and generally treated
like a piece of meat.

   "This one will soon be old enough to have babies of her own," Carl
quipped.

   "We hope so," Ilse answered.  "Gunther would like to be the father of a
little whore.  If you like her, you may have her for the evening.  Perhaps
you could make her pregnant."

   "It's a nice thought," he mused.  "But I think I'll take little Kati. 
You know me.  Love 'em young and fresh."

   "What's the youngest you've had?" I asked him.

   Carl laughed.  "You sound like a pedo in a Net chatroom.  You really
want to know?"

   "Sure."

   "Ten months old," he answered.  "I don't usually go for anything under
three, but it was one of Ilse's specials.  Four year old girl and her baby
sister."

   "Jesus, you actually fucked a baby?"

   "Didn't actually fuck her," he answered.  "Just rubbed my cock over her
little cunt and made her suck me off.  The youngest I've actually fucked
was three."

   "Then you would like little Kati," Ilse suggested.

   "Damn right I would," he replied.

   "You want to share her?" she asked.

   He looked at me.  "How about it, Max?"

   "Why share, when we can have one each," I answered.  "Is Steff taken
yet?"

   The girl I was referring to was six years old and reminded me of the
child Carl and I had molested that afternoon.

   "Steff is still available," Ilse replied.  "A very good choice.  Shall I
have the girls brought to you here, or would you like to take a room?"

   "Bring them here," he answered.  "It's not like we don't want anybody
suspecting we're pedophiles."

   "Patti, bring Kati and Steff," Ilse told the preteen waitress, indicting
the relevant girls on the menu.

   The girl scurried away, grateful to escape Carl, who had been groping
feverishly between her skinny legs.

   At that moment, a man at the adjoining table called out to our hostess,
who immediately excused herself, so that she could attend to him.  The
middle-aged man was accompanied by a fat, red haired woman in her thirties.
They were close enough for their entire conversation to be clearly audible.

   "We'd like to try something from your specialty menu," the man said, in
a distinct British accent.  "I believe you can provide girls younger than
two?"

   "That is correct," Ilse answered.  "We have several beautiful little
ones in the nursery.  Would you please follow me?"

   The couple rose and followed her through a heavy purple satin curtain at
the opposite end of the room.

   "This is some place alright!" I remarked.  "I never imagined I'd find a
place where you could just walk in and order a toddler for sex!"

   "I told you you'd be impressed," Carl smiled.  "And you'll be a hell of
a lot more impressed before the night is through."

   I took a swig of my beer.  "That Ilse is a scary lady."

   My friend laughed.  "If she scares you, Max, imagine the effect she has
on those kids."

   "I'll bet she's one sadistic bitch," I mused.

   "Only when she has to be," he answered.  "Her appearance is usually
enough to keep the kiddies nice and obedient.  She and Gunther have never
gone in for excessive cruelty.  Apart from anything else, it's bad for
business."

   I decided not to ask what the German couple's definition of "excessive"
might mean.  At any rate, the welfare of the children in their brothel was
not my concern.  Whatever they suffered at the hands of their owners and
their foreign pedophile customers, it was surely a better fate than dying
of starvation in some Manila gutter.

   "Here come our little girls," I said.

   The dark skinned pair could have been sisters.  Both wore identical
white cotton dresses that ended high on their hips.  They eyed us warily as
Patti led them by the hand to our table.

   "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, come to daddy, my little beauty," Carl grinned,
reaching for Kati.

   As he lifted the frightened four-year-old onto his lap, her dress rode
up over her hips.  She was not wearing any underwear and several of the men
in the club got a good look at her bare little pussy.

   "Hello, Steff," I said, drawing the six year old Filipino girl towards
me.  "Looks like you and I have a date tonight."

   The little girl smiled shyly.  "Yes, sir."

   "Ah, so you speak English.  That's good.  Damn, you're a sexy little
slut!"

   "Yes, sir," she responded again.

   "Looks like that's all the English she knows," Carl chuckled.  He rubbed
his right hand between the legs of the child on his lap.  "Can you speak
English, Kati.  No, I guess not.  But don't you worry about that.  Daddy
doesn't care what language you squeal in, while he's sticking his big, hard
cock up your sweet little ass."

   There was something so liberating about sitting in a public place, with
a little girl on my lap.  Safe among like-minded people, there was no need
for discretion.  If I wanted to, I could probably strip the Filipino child
and fuck her right here at my table.

   "Are you wearing panties, Steff," I murmured, gliding a hand up along
her thigh.

   "Yes, sir," she answered.

   "No, honey," I smiled, as my fingers came into contact with her bare
pussy.  "I hope they have lots of KY Jelly here, cos we're gonna need it."

   Carl laughed.  "Yes, Sir.  We're gonna have a ball tonight for sure. 
Finish your beer, Max.  You ain't seen nothing yet."

   Though I could hardly wait to take cute little Steff somewhere quiet and
fuck her until she couldn't walk, I was as eager as my friend to explore
the other delights of the pedo club.

   We carried our little girls through the purple curtain and down a short
flight of wooden steps, leading to a maze of narrow, dimly lit corridors.
There were doors to either side of us and most of them were closed.

   "The Do Not Disturb sign means exactly what it says," Carl explained. 
"But that doesn't mean you can't peek.  Most of us perverts get off on
being watched."

   Stepping up to the nearest door, he pressed an eye to the peephole.

   He whistled.  "Oh man, look at that!"

   I was in no position to look, until he stepped away from the door, a
moment later.  I immediately took his place.

   The peephole afforded a perfect view into the small room beyond.  Lying
naked on the bed was a Filipino girl of seven or eight.  Her wrists and
ankles were bound by thick strands of rope to the four bedposts, leaving
her splayed like a sacrificial offering.  A naked, elderly white man was
kneeling at the top of the bed, gripping the child by the hair.  She was
struggling to accommodate the stiff length of cock that he was ramming into
her small mouth.  A silver haired woman who was probably his wife stood to
the opposite side of the bed, thrashing the little girl with a nine-tailed
whip.

   "Now that's fucking kinky," I said, turning away.

   "Anything goes here," Carl replied.

   In the next room we checked out, a girl of about six was being gang
fucked by three men at once, while a fourth videotaped the action.  Two
doors further down the corridor, we saw a fat man holding a naked little
girl face down on the bed, while he raped her asshole.  A black hood was
pulled over the child's head, but to judge from her body, she was not long
out of diapers.

   "He must have bought her in the nursery," said Carl.

   "Where is this nursery anyway?" I asked.

   The big man grinned.  "You want to try out some toddler pussy, huh?"

   "No, I'm just curious.  Can we take a look?"

   "Sure thing, buddy.  Step this way."

   At the door of the nursery, we were greeted by a blonde and very
attractive woman in her early twenties, dressed in the kind of revealing
white uniform usually only worn by nurses in porno movies.

   "Good evening, gentlemen," she greeted, in a German accent.  "Are you
looking to adopt a little fuck orphan?"

   "Hi there, Monica," Carl responded.  "Max, this is the lovely daughter
of Gunther and Ilse."

   "I might have guessed," I replied.

   She smiled.  "Ours is a family business.  It is my job to take care of
the kindergarten.  Would you like to see what we have for you?"

   The range of children on offer in the nursery made the two girls chosen
by Carl and I seem positively mature.  There were several babies of both
sexes in cribs and I counted twenty toddlers in the row of wooden cots
arranged like miniature prison cells along the wall.  A teenage Filipino
nursemaid was breastfeeding one of the babies, while another shrieked
loudly for attention.  The milkmaid spared us only a glance.  As far as she
was concerned, we were just two more customers in the store where she
worked.

   "What do you think, Max?" Carl asked.  "Babies make great cocksuckers,
you know."

   "I've got my own little cocksucker right here," I replied, patting
little Steff's ass.

   "Why limit your options?" asked Monica.

   "Why indeed?" boomed a loud voice from the doorway.  "Carl has never
done."

   The middle-aged man who stepped into the room was heavily built, with a
shaven head and thick, gray walrus moustache.

   "Hey, Gunther, old buddy!" Carl greeted, warmly shaking his hand.  "Good
to see you again.  I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.  This is Max."

   I shook the German's hand.  "Hi, Gunther.  Pleased to meet you."

   "It is always good to meet new friends," he replied.  "I applaud your
taste in girls.  Little Steff will make you very happy."

   "I don't doubt it," I smiled.  "Man, this is some place you've got
here!"

   "It is complimented by visitors from all over the world," the brothel
owner replied proudly.

   "I should be on commission, the amount of pedos I've sent here," Carl
joked.

   "Do Ilse and I not take good care of you?" Gunther responded.

   Carl slapped his back.  "I'm just kidding.  Say, do you have any live
entertainment tonight?"

   "Every night," the German replied.  "I have just finished arranging the
show.  I think you will enjoy it.  We have.................."

   Carl held up a hand.  "Don't spoil the surprise, Gunther.  What time
does the show start?"

   "There is time yet.  You like my baby whores, Max?"

   "I'm not really into babies," I replied.

   "Ah, but they are not all babies," he pointed out.

   "How old is this little cutie?" Carl asked, pointing to one of the cots.

   "She is two," Gunther answered.  "You would like her to suck you, yes?"

   "Damn right," my friend grunted.

   The brothel owner smiled.  "Then please be my guest.  For you and your
friend, there is no charge.  Monica, would you help the gentlemen?"

   I still wasn't sure if I wanted to try a two-year-old girl, especially
as I was planning on saving myself for the six-year-old slut I had just
rented.  But Carl had no such misgivings.

   Stepping up to the cot, he unzipped his trousers and thrust his stiff
cock between the wooden bars.  Gunther's daughter lifted the Asian toddler
to her feet, removed her plastic diaper, then pushed her towards the
waiting tube of meat.

   Carl took it from there, holding the tiny girl by the back of the neck
as he forced the head of his cock into her mouth.  She whimpered and
struggled to break free, but there was nowhere to crawl.

   He fed the toddler several inches of his hard-on, then began fucking her
stretched mouth.  With his free hand, he groped between the legs of his
four-year-old whore.

   Watching a two-year-old child being forced to suck cock until she was
close to choking was far more arousing than I would ever have imagined.  By
the time he creamed her little face, several minutes later, I was more than
ready to take my share of our unexpected gift.

   As soon as Carl stepped back, I unzipped my jeans and took his place. 
The toddler's face was drenched in hot, sticky semen, but that just made
her even more desirable.  She started to cry, but I quickly silenced her by
pushing my cock between her lips.

   I held her neck as gently as possible, but there was nothing gentle
about the manner in which I proceeded to fuck her face.  Cum dripped from
the toddler as my cock pumped vigorously back and forth between her lips.
Monica appeared to be enjoying the depraved show as much as the two men,
but that was hardly surprising.  I suspected she did more with the infants
in her kindergarten than just watch over them.

   Five minutes later, my cock was spewing a fresh eruption of hot cream
over the head and face of the Filipino toddler.  Before I was finished, I
pushed my cock back into her mouth and deposited the remainder of my load
back her throat.

   "Still don't like babies, Max?" Carl asked, as we followed Gunther to
the room where the live show was about to take place.

   "Let's just say I've broadened my horizons," I replied.

   There were several dozen comfortable, black leatherette seats in the
air-conditioned theatre and a large percentage was already occupied. 
Several members of the audience had little Filipino girls seated on their
laps.  Once again, Carl and I were given the VIP treatment, as our host had
reserved our seats in the front row.

   "Enjoy the show, my friends," Gunther smiled, before leaving us.

   A naked teenage girl brought us drinks and small plastic bottles of
clear lubricant.

   "In case we want to fuck our little girls while we watch the show," Carl
explained.

   "They think of everything here," I said, impressed.

   We waited for ten expectant minutes, before the red curtains at the
front of the stage parted and the show commenced.

   The stars were a pair of nude teenage Filipino boys and a nervous little
girl of about five.  Dressed in ankle socks and white silk panties, the
child drew appreciative murmurs from the audience.

   "I'd gladly swap places with one of those boys," I murmured.

   "Me too," Carl replied.

   Though the little girl was close to tears, her male companions had
obviously been coached in the art of pleasing their audience.

   While one of them pinned the child's arms behind her back, the other
ripped off her panties, then spread her legs.  A spotlight homed in on her
puffy, hairless pussy and small, sexy slit.

   "Fuck her!" Carl yelled.

   "Rape her fucking asshole!" added another eager voice.

   Of course, the little girl was going to be raped, but not before the
audience had been teased to fever pitch.  Her teenage tormentors roped her
wrists to an overhead beam, forcing her to stand on her toes.  They then
took turns to lick her pussy and asshole and forcibly kiss her.  The fact
that she was crying and struggling helplessly was an additional turn-on for
those who watched, and I was no exception.  I was discovering much about
myself in this pedo club, not least a definite sadistic streak.

   For the next act of the show, the Filipino boys massaged body oil over
every inch of their little victim, leaving her gleaming in the stage
lights. When they were finished, they used some of the same oil on their
stiff cocks.

   I glanced at Carl.  His eyes were on the stage, but his hands were busy
with Kati.  The six year old girl's dress lay at his feet and she was
whimpering softly as he mauled her naked body and fucked her pussy with the
long finger of his right hand.  I could feel my cock stiffening again
beneath the pressure of my own little girl's ass on my lap.

   On stage, the child was freed from her bondage, but only in order that
all three orifices should be available to the boys who were about to rape
her.

   To cheers and applause from the audience, one of the pair forced his
stiff cock into the crying child's asshole, while the other shut off her
screams with a mouthful of meat.

   Bunching Steff's dress up around her waist, I unzipped my jeans and
settled my throbbing boner in the crack of her small ass.

   After I had uncapped the complimentary bottle of lubricant, I held out
the little girl's right hand and squirted a large glob onto her palm.  With
the right amount of guidance, she reached back between her legs and began
rubbing the cool, sticky jelly over my cock head.

   "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, baby, just like that little girl is
getting fucked," I whispered in her left ear.  "Would you like that?"

   "Yes, sir," the child automatically responded.

   Carl no longer had his finger in his four-year-old whore.  She was now
sitting on his cock, with several inches of the thick length buried in her
little pussy.  His right hand clamped over her mouth prevented her from
crying out and distracting from the onstage double rape.

   The Filipino teenagers were doing their job well, showing scant mercy to
their helpless and terror stricken victim.  They fucked her in a variety of
positions, repeatedly burying their cocks in her mouth, pussy and asshole
and frequently swapping places.  The terror of her ordeal was in direct
proportion to the enjoyment of those who were lucky enough to be watching.

   Carl glanced at me and grinned as I bent little Steff forward on my lap
and pushed my greased cock crown into her anus.  I didn't care who might
see and I wasn't concerned that she would make too much noise.  From the
seats behind us, the soft whimpers of other little girls being molested
were clearly audible.

   My six year old whore wriggled and squealed as I drew her back against
me, forcing my boner deeper into her rectum, stretching the tight sheath of
hot, sticky flesh.

   "Oh fuck!" I grunted, digging my palms into her thighs.

   Carl rammed his cock deeper into his own little girl, as the
five-year-old on stage received a double cum shower from the teenage boys.
One milked his cock over her face, holding her by the hair, while his
partner splattered her little brown ass with cum.  Afterwards, they
urinated over the crying child, washing most of the semen from her.

   The only members of the audience who did not applaud were, like Carl and
I, too busy with their own child whores.

   Harder and faster I fucked little Steff's asshole, making no effort to
silence her cries.  Carl took his hand from Kati's mouth and allowed her to
squeal as he butchered her four-year-old pussy.

   "Fucking tight little bitch!" he grunted, slapping her ass.  "Yeah,
squeal for daddy!"

   Impaled on nearly the full length of my cock, Steff squealed just as
loud.  I had shown no pity for the street urchin Carl and I had raped in
his hotel room and this little Filipino beauty received the same measure of
compassion.

   Holding Steff by the waist, I rose to my feet and continued my savage
assault on her asshole, in full view of the others who had been watching
the show.  When I looked over my shoulder, I saw an elderly man sitting
with his pants around his ankles and a very small and very young girl
skewered on his stiff cock.

   The entertainment had become an orgy and nobody was in any hurry to
leave.  After I had pumped Steff's asshole full of cum, a naked teenage
girl materialized from the shadows, to wipe my sticky and dripping cock
clean with a moist tissue.

   Not to be outdone in the exhibitionist stakes, Carl stood up and dangled
his writhing little girl by one ankle, while he jerked off over her face.

   "Where's the bathroom," I asked the naked waitress.  "I need a piss."

   "I show you, sir," she offered, taking my hand.

   "Make sure she licks your cock clean," Carl told me.  "It's all part of
the service."

   "My little Steff can do that," I replied.  "Isn't that right, baby?"

   "Yes, sir," the child murmured.

   The bathroom facilities were suitably sleazy, with photographs of nude
children stuck to the walls and surrounded by pedophile graffiti.  From one
of the two cubicles, I heard the sounds of grunting and the whimpering of a
child.  I had once fucked an eight-year-old girl in a public toilet, but
had gagged her with her panties first, to make sure she did not make any
noise.  But here, in this den of child molesters, there was no need for
such trivial considerations.

   I thought about taking Steff to the adjoining stall, but then had a
better idea.  After I had taken off her dress, I placed her in a sitting
position at my feet, with her legs wide open.  Her bare ass was in the
chute that carried urine down the drain.

   Stepping back, I freed my cock from my jeans and took aim.  The little
girl spluttered and shut her eyes as the hot amber stream hit her face. 
However, she knew better than to try escaping.

   I had just finished emptying my bladder and was shaking my cock over
Steff's face, when another man entered the bathroom.  As he stepped up to
the urinal, he looked down at the drenched child and smiled.

   "Having a hot shower, little one?"

   "She doesn't speak English," I said.

   The stranger laughed.  "Not many of them do and even less of us child
fuckers care.  Say, would you mind if I pissed on her?"

   "Go ahead," I replied.  "She'll even suck your cock if you want."

   That was an offer no right thinking pedophile could refuse.  Seizing a
fistful of my little whore's hair, the blond man hauled her to her knees.
With his cock head only inches from her lips, he began pissing into her
open mouth.  As quickly as Steff spat out the flood, it filled her mouth
again.

   He was still pissing, when he thrust his hard-on between her lips and
right to the back of her throat.  She croaked and struggled for breath,
urine seeping from her mouth and running down her chin.  It was the most
depraved and exciting thing I had seen all night.

   As the muscular pedophile banged little Steff's throat, the sounds from
the locked cubicle continued unabated.  Whatever little girl was behind
there, she was surely being fucked to within an inch of her life.

   "Christ, fuck!" the man grunted.

   Yanking his cock from between the little girl's lips, he milked a sacful
of viscous, creamy semen over her face and into her mouth.  She was
fortunate he had taken only a few minutes to reach his climax.  Had he been
a long-stayer, he would probably have choked her.

   I spent over an hour in the bathroom, during which another seven men
visited.  All were invited to piss on Steff and fuck her mouth and none
refused the offer.  After the fourth man had taken his pleasure with her, I
lifted up the piss sodden little girl and held her against the wall, while
I fucked her exquisitely tight pussy.

   Just as I was about to leave, the cubicle door opened and a red faced,
middle aged fat man emerged.  Without even a glance in my direction, he
hurried out to the corridor, leaving the door open.

   I was right about the child he was with being fucked to within an inch
of her life.  She was slumped naked on the toilet bowl, semen oozing from
her brutalized bald pussy and down her skinny legs.  I judged her to be
about four and lucky to be alive.  If I bumped into Gunther or Ilse, I
would suggest they see if she was okay.  If not, I wouldn't lose any sleep
over her.

   I decided it was time to find a private room.  Steff needed a shower and
I needed to spend a few hours with her.  Alone!

   Walking along one of the corridors, I could not resist using the spyhole
on one more door.  Inside, I saw Carl and Kati naked on the bed.  The
four-year-old girl was lying on top of my friend, a large portion of his
ten-inch cock buried in her asshole.

   "Come on, Steff," I said.  "Time for bed, you sexy little cunt."

   "Yes, sir," the Filipino child replied, squeezing my hand.

































































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