Baby Cum Dump

by this guy

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A sick prostitute jerks a regular customer off into 
her baby daughter's pussy. (MF, toddler, extreme-ped, 
prost)

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Carl had been in a lot of fucked-up sexual situations 
in his 35 years, but this one really "took the cake." 
He had gone to his usual Wednesday night 
"appointment:" the suite at the back of the motel by 
the freeway, where Chantalle not only offered sex for 
money, but also lived.

While the 22 year old black girl was far from the best 
looking hooker in the area, Chantalle charged a bit 
less than the other "non-crack-whores." She kept 
herself clean and presentable, but more importantly 
offered something none of the others did (if only to 
her regular customers). For and extra $20, she'd ride 
bareback: let her customers fuck her without a condom! 
Carl was happy to give her $100 to slip his bare prick 
into the damp recesses of her cunt, thrust in and out 
of her 22 year old body, before dumping his load 
inside her.

When Chantalle told Carl she had a stomach virus and 
had been vomiting so he'd have to wait 'til their next 
"appointment" the following week, to fuck her; he was 
more than slightly dismayed. Carl told her he wasn't 
going to leave with a hard-on. Chantalle aimed to 
please, so she offered to jerk Carl off, instead of 
their usual bareback fuck. He suggested that since she 
was only going to be giving him a hand-job the price 
should be significantly lower than the usual $100.

Chantalle knew Carl was right: he was getting a lesser 
service, so it should cost less; but she needed the 
money. Booze, cigarettes, rent, food, diapers...none 
of the m cost any less just because she was sick.

Trying to be a decent guy Carl said he didn't want to 
make a mess and asked what he'd be shooting his spunk 
into. He was hoping she'd wrap a pair of her panties 
around the head of his dick and let him shoot into 
them…

After thinking for a moment, Chantalle told Carl she 
knew the perfect thing for Carl, but it would cost 
$150. Carl was understandably upset: he was getting a 
lesser service for more money, and began to protest…

Chantalle put her slender black index finger to Carl's 
lips to silence him, before explaining that she was 
going to jerk him off into her daughter's pussy. Carl 
wasn't sure what to think: having been one of her 
regulars for nearly five years, he knew she had been 
pregnant a while back, but... When Chantalle asked if 
that would be okay with him, Carl nodded "yes."

She disappeared into the other room then, a few 
minutes later, returned with her 19 month old 
daughter, Imani. Chantalle laid Imani on her back on 
the table and removed the baby's diaper, eased her 
towards the edge of the table so her butt was on it, 
while her little legs (still chubby with baby-fat) 
were hanging over the side. 

A Completely stunned Carl let Chantalle lead him over 
to the table, remove his semi-erect white cock from 
his pants... "Spit on my baby's pussy," she ordered. 
Carl obeyed, spitting a bit of his saliva into Imani's 
baby cunt. Chantalle held her right hand out, palm-
side up, and told Carl tot spit on her hand; once 
again he obeyed.

Using her left hand, Chantalle gently eased the tip of 
Carl's white-adult-dick between Imani's tiny 19-month 
old pussy lips. Once she was satisfied that his dick 
was in the right place, lined up with her baby girl's 
miniature love-tunnel, Chantalle wrapped the spit 
covered fingers of her right hand around the shaft of 
Carl's dick.

She began slowly stroking his dick, moving her spit 
lubricated right hand up and down the length of Carl's 
dick, gently twisting as she went.

Carl stood there not moving a muscle. He tilted his 
head down, to see the act of extreme obscenity which 
he was a part of. The hand-job Chantalle was giving 
him felt great, as did the sensation at the tip of his 
dick; where it was nestled between Imani's baby-sized 
pussy lips. However, actually seeing Chantalle 
stroking his rigid ivory-colored dick with her ebony 
fingers, with the crown of it spread Imani's 19-month 
old slit was, without a doubt, the most erotic AND 
fucked-up thing he had ever seen or experienced.

The extremely fucked-up mature of the situation was 
making it all the more erotic for Carl, who had been 
buying sex since his twelfth birthday...of course, 
that girl was older than him...

Suddenly, without warning, Carl's ass-cheeks tightened 
in his pants; his hairy, low-hanging, sperm-filled 
balls drew-up; as his 35 year old prostate began 
emptying. "Now" was all he could manage to say as the 
cum surged up the little shaft on the underside of his 
ivory—colored adult dick. Chantalle knew from his 
comment, and from her experiences with him, that Carl 
was cumming. She continued stroking his dick, 
maintaining the same motion and rhythm, all the way 
through his orgasm. 

As Carl's thick, greasy, sperm-filled adult cum shot 
out of his dick into the waiting pre-pubescent virgin 
hole, which was Imani's 19-month old cunt, she began 
making "mewing" noises. Spurt after spurt, Carl's dick 
continued shooting...one, two, three big spurts. It 
just kept coming; four, five.

The tiny one-and-a-half inch deep hole that was 
Imani's im-mature little pussy was now completely full 
of Carl's white adult spunk, and he was still 
shooting. With his sixth spurt of cum, the seal 
between the bottom of Carl's dick head and Imani's 
little hole had given way: his cum was being forced 
out of her. Spurt number seven caused Carl's hot, 
thick, greasy, white spunk to begin running down 
Imani's baby ass-crack.

Carl had never shot so much cum in a single orgasm in 
his entire life, and it just kept coming...eight, 
nine, ten... As the eleventh spurt surged out of his 
dick, the pool of spooge which had gathered on the 
table-top around Imani's tiny butt had expanded so 
much that it was beginning to drip off the edge of the 
table. And still his orgasm continued...

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen... Chantalle's arm 
was beginning to get tired. Despite the fact that she 
had been having sex on a nearly daily, sometimes a few 
times a day, basis for the past six years; she had 
never seen, or felt, a guy shoot so much cum. She was, 
however, a good hooker, and knew that if she stopped 
stroking Carl's dick before he finished, she ran the 
risk of losing him as a regular customer: so she kept 
up her pace...

Carl couldn't believe his dick was still shooting cum: 
actually he couldn't believe he had so much in him. 
And yet it kept coming... sixteen, seventeen, eighteen 
times. The nineteenth felt significantly smaller than 
those that preceded it. There was no twentieth.

Chantalle could feel his dick stop spurting in her 
hand, but continued to stroke it: making sure she had 
gotten every last drop of Carl's precious sperm-laden 
white cum, not only out of his dick, but up into her 
baby girl's tiny pussy. A few seconds later, as 
Chantalle squeezed the last drop of hot, thick, greasy 
cum from it, Carl's ivory-colored dick began to 
deflate. 

"Wahhhh," was all Carl could groan: never having been 
so physically exhausted by a single orgasm. Barely 
able to stand upright, Carl was on the verge of 
fainting. Luckily for him, Chantalle noticed his lack 
of physical equilibrium. She half pulled, half carried 
him to the sofa, where he flopped down. 

Laying on his side on the sofa, his now fully-flaccid 
dick still sticking out through the fly of his pants, 
Carl's vision was blurry as he tried to catch his 
breath. A few minutes late Carl's vision returned to 
normal. He laid there, on the sofa, still trying to 
catch his breath, watching Chantalle. 

First she put the clean diaper she had previous taken 
off of Imani, back on: letting it absorb all the cum 
which was coating the baby girl's tiny ass and crotch, 
as well as any which might leak out of her baby pussy. 
Once Imani was re-diapered, Chantalle set about 
cleaning up the cum on the table-top, then the floor. 

Carl had finally caught his breath as Chantalle was 
tossing the last cum-soaked paper-towels into the 
trash can, "I really didn't want to make a mess, 
sorry." Carl said, "Let me give you a little extra to 
make up for it..."

Chantalle smiled, "It's alright," while extra money 
sounded good, "no need for extra, just be sure to come 
back next week..." she continued in a teasingly 
seductive tone, knowing Carl would be back.


THE END

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