Olivia - Chapter 2  (Fg,FMg+,MFg,extreme-pedo,nepi,toddler,oral,mast)

by PedoMom [2017]

   

Chapter 2


   Sasha had begun training Olivia's tight, tiny little cunt hole to take
bigger and bigger objects.  First it started with Sasha's own baby finger,
one morning when she'd gotten carried away while eating the child out.  Of
course Olivia had cried out in pain when her mommy's finger had penetrated
her little slit, but Sasha was so lost in the moment, she couldn't care,
she pumped her finger in and out of her daughter, fucking the little girl's
hole for the first time.

   Breaking the seal, so to speak, had open the dams for Sasha.  She
started with baby carrots which she'd allowed to reach room temperature,
first ones barely bigger than her pinky finger, but gradually growing
thicker.  Once she'd worked her open to a decent sized baby carrot, Sasha
had gone out and purchased an inflatable plug, which started off small
enough (just barely!) to be inserted into her daughter's cunt hole, and
grew extremely large (of course, she hadn't used that on the child, yet!).

   Olivia, always the happy child, continued to be excited when her mommy
licked and sucked at her little pussy, forgetting that the next step always
made her cry.  Sasha had found her own sadistic side and could no longer
keep it in check.  She pushed her daughter's body further and further, day
by day.

   Soon Olivia's little cunt hole wasn't really all that little.  It was
too small to take a full-sized dildo, but Sasha could just barely squeeze
in two of her fingers, while the little girl cried and protested.

   It was time, she was sure of it.

   Over the course of the past 5 years, Sasha had nurtured a relationship
with one of her clients through the phone-sex line.  What he didn't know
was that he lived in the same town as her.  Sasha could see the call-in
numbers from every client, an oversight on the part of the company she
worked for.  Sasha had actually done a little sleuth work on the side,
reverse look-up of his number, she'd found his name and address, tracked
him down on social media and knew much more about him than he'd likely ever
be comfortable with.

   The name he gave her on the line was John, not very original, most men
used John or Chris or Mike or Dave.  But she knew his real name was
actually Luke.  He'd told her that he was 39, married, with kids, but this
wasn't true either.  He was only just 29 and very single.  The kids story
was part of his fantasy.  He often spoke to her about his two daughters,
aged 4 and 7, and how he would take risks with them when he could, coping a
feel of a little bum or slipping his fingers across their slit while in the
swimming pool.  He spoke about how much he enjoyed changing them in the
men's change room at the local recreation centre, hoping that strangers
were enjoying the sight of his naked daughters, and how nearly every night
he dug their panties out of the clothes hamper and jerked off, one pair
across his nose and the other stroking his cock.  He loved the difference
in their scents and it made him so hard.  He claimed his wife knew nothing
of his desires and she'd divorce him in a heartbeat if she found out, which
was why he loved being able to call Sasha and share his perverted needs.

   Sasha had gotten off talking to Luke so many times over the past 5 years
that she almost wished his story was true.

   She'd been there for the imaginary birth of his second child, and Luke's
hesitancy to play with the infant until well after her 3rd birthday, only
occasionally mentioning how much easier it was to sneak a quick rub in when
he was alone with the baby, and how amazing it felt to feel the heat of her
skin, even her side or her tummy, against the head of his cock.  He had
focused mainly on his imaginary older child until the youngest was out of
the toddler stage.

   But Sasha could tell.  She could tell from the tone of his voice when he
spoke of these things, he was testing her, testing the waters, she just
knew he got off to younger children than 4 and 7, otherwise there would
have been no need for the creation of a second little girl, one would have
been enough, but even the first one had been only two when they'd started
talking and he'd just barely admitted to the things he wanted to do to his
daughter.

   Sasha knew it was a big risk to approach Luke like she intended, he
could hang up and report her to the company.  She could face the loss of
her job, which could in turn effect her housing stability and her very
comfortable life style.  But if things went well, it would all have been
worth the risk.

   It was Tuesday night.  Olivia was in bed and Sasha was about to sign in
to the calling system for her night-time job, where she used the call name
`Sandy Kisses'.  Tuesday was one of John's regular nights to call in.  And
tonight would prove no different.  Less than 5 minutes after she signed in
to the system, his call was put through to her line.

   "Hello Sandy, it's John." he said in an excited voice.

   "Mmm, John, I was hoping you'd call tonight," Sasha responded.

   "I bet you say that to all the boys." He chuckled.

   "Ohh, I just might, but I actually mean it when I say it to you, John!"
Sasha giggled at her own words.

   They continued talking, with Luke mentioning many similar things to
their previous conversations and Sasha played along, waiting for a point in
the conversation that would work just right.

   "But if my wife every caught me, if she ever knew I'd been playing with
them since they were born, I'd be a dead man!" said Luke.

   "It must be hard to be so careful," Sasha replied, feeling like now was
the time.

   "You have no idea!" Luke told her.

   "There's something I really wanted to talk to you about tonight, John,
but I'm a little worried that it might be too much," Sasha started off
with.

   "Too much?  That sounds intriguing, you've certainly piqued my interest,
go on," Luke replied.

   "You know me, John.  We've been talking for nearly five years.  We've
talked about everything.  We've held no secrets from each other about our
desires.  I feel very close to you." Sasha continued.

   "Wow Sandy. I feel the same way.  You've never made me feel like I was
just another customer to you.  I always wait for your shifts because you
make me feel like we're friends who share the same kinks.  You make me feel
like it's okay for me to have my fetish." Luke admitted.

   "I'm really happy to hear you say that, because I really do feel close
to you after all this time.  There's something I want to tell you, but,
first, I wanted to tell you that my name isn't really Sandy Kisses," Sasha
said with a laugh.

   "I always knew it wasn't, but it's a cute name." He said.

   "Some time, I'll tell you where it comes from, but right now, I just
wanted to say, my real name is Sasha and I'd be okay if you called me that,
just, don't ever ask the operator for me by that name, or I'll get in
trouble.  The agency frowns on us sharing real details about our lives. 
Security and all, y'know?" she said.

   "Wow, again!  I feel, well, I feel closer to you than I did a minute
ago, Sasha.  Thanks for trusting me." and Sasha could hear it in his voice,
he really meant the words he was saying.

   "Well, that was the easy part, this next part is what I'm most nervous
about, and, I'm going to ask you to hear me out, please!  Don't hang up
when you hear what I have to say.  If it doesn't interest you, then tell me
as much, but please don't just hang up on me!" Sasha pleaded.

   "Umn, I'd..  I'd never hang up on you?  Now I'm a little nervous about
what you're going to say!  It can't be all that bad, can it?  I promise,
whatever you say, I will not hang up on you." He swore.

   "Okay, I'm going to take your word for it...here goes.  Now that you
know my real name, I wanted to let you know that I know yours, too.  I know
your whole name, Luke Greenwood.  It isn't from the credit card information
from the agency, I don't have access to that.  But somehow my system is
corrupted and I've always gotten people's phone numbers when the call is
sent through.  I'm not supposed to, it's supposed to show up as simple `0',
but mine sends through the number.  I've never told the agency, because I
always felt a little safer knowing where callers were coming from, and
yours was a number that I couldn't help but feel connected to.  We live in
the same city," Sasha paused for a deep breath, realizing she'd been
talking super fast, trying to get it all out.

   "I have to stop you there," said Luke.  "I'm...I'm not sure how okay I
am with this.  I feel...I think, I...I don't know how I feel!"

   "Please let me continue, there's more, and I really think you might want
to hear it," she said.

   "I think I feel a little violated, Sasha.  If you know my name, what
else do you know about me?" He asked.

   "I know a little more, but that's not exactly the point.  Although, you
should probably know that I've known from the beginning that you don't have
any kids.  But don't worry, it never bothered me, I loved the fantasy as
much as you did.  That's sort of what I'm trying to tell you.  The things
you talk about, when I say they make me wet, I really really mean it.  Of
course I play along with most of my customers.  Some of them have pretty
weird kinks, most of them have pretty boring desires, like the typical two
women, one guys scenario, but yours, Luke, your fantasies not only make me
soaking wet, they're also the ones I think about when I'm on my own, not on
the line, using toys to get myself off.  I think about you and your little
girls and all the things you wish you could do with them." Sasha paused
again, knowing she'd said a lot.

   "You've...you've got me at a disadvantage here.  I...I don't know
what to say." Said Luke.

   "Okay I know, this has to be weird for you.  I just...there's still more
I want to tell you. I'll try to get it out quick, but, what it boils down
to is -- I'd like to meet.  If you're interested.  We live on opposite ends
of the city, but in the grand scheme of things, that's not really that far.
We could meet downtown at a public place, a coffee shop or the library, or
wherever, you pick.  I'm not trying to set you up or anything, I'm not
trying to extort money from you, this isn't blackmail.  I really just, I
get off on your fantasies so much and I'd really like to talk to you in
person.  And..." Sasha paused, took a deep breath and rushed out the
last few words. 

"And I have a two year old daughter who I'd like you to meet too."

   There was silence on the line.  Sasha glanced at the caller-display
screen, showing the line was still connected and then waited a moment
longer before she said: 

   "Luke?  Are you still there?  Have I freaked you out?"

   Luke cleared his throat. 

   "Uhh...yeah, yeah...you've...you've totally freaked me out, but I 
think I can get over it.  Did I hear you correctly? Did you say you have 
a two year old daughter?"

   "I did. But...I'd really rather not talk about all this over the line. 
They say they don't record us, and I'm pretty certain that they don't,
but...well, you know.  Can we set up a time to meet?  I can be available
any time that works for you, any day or evening or weekend, I can work my
schedule around whatever is best for you."

   They spoke a moment more, confirming the date and place of where they'd
meet.  Luke nearly backed out three times. But finally, by the end of the
call, he agreed with certainty that yes, he would meet her and yes, he would
be there.


See Chapter 3 for more...

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