It was early Saturday morning that I got my chance at redemption. For years my perverted wants and desires had been squelched by society. I was a 29-year-old disabled man at the time of this fateful day. I was unable to walk. I guess you could say I was confined to a wheelchair, even though that term makes me want to vomit. I was never confined to it, the wheelchair is just a way for me to get from point A to point B. I was weary that particular day though, because I had tied one on the night before. But as time passed and I awoke fully, the weariness was replaced by this overwhelming urge to fuck something young; innocent; and fresh. It had been so long since my last conquest, my poor cock had forgotten what it felt like to screw; let alone somebody of a tender age. By ten o'clock that morning, things would change drastically for me. And for the unsuspecting nubile piece of tail that would encounter my raw lust.

"Ahhh damn whose this?" I asked myself, taking a hefty drag off of my morning cigarette. There was a mild sounding nock on my apartment door. Nobody ever came over this early. I was on the ground at the time seated up against my green-living-room-sofa. I spend most of my time at home out of my wheelchair. Another knock wrapped against my door. "I'll be right there hang on a second!" I made my way over to my parked electric chair, and climbed into it. I thought it might be the landlord asking me to turn down my stereo. As I got to the door, my hungry prick jumped at attention almost to the second that I opened my door. "Hi can I help you?" I asked politely to my unknowing little victim.

"Hi sir I was wondering if you'd like to buy some girlscout cookies?" She was a bit put off by my wheelchair, but flashed me the most beautiful little smile I had seen in years. She was pretty alright, just what I had been aching for for all this time. She was dressed in your typical girlscout garb, a forest-green-skirt that draped down to just above her knobby knees. She wore a pure-white-button-down shirt. For a second I eyed her chests, she may have been only 11 or 12 years of age, but her budding breast could not be denied, they perked out, and you could see the nipples pressed up against the all white shirt. "They're only $4 a box." That was the little girls strategy, get people to peer at her braless breast, and nock em over the head with the sales pitch.

"Sure sweetheart," I said slowly trying to avaid my glance away from her perky nipples. I rubbed the side of my hair with my hand, trying to do a quick comb-over not even really realizing that I wanted to flirt with someone so small. Her eyes were bright and shine, blue in color. Underneath her barret-type hat, were straight long flowing locks of golden hair; the hair was so full and lucious to the eye, it draped down her shoulders, halfway down her slender back. "What kind do you have?"

"Well we have chunky chocolate," She said while eyeing the funny contraption that helped me to move about. "Mint chocolate, and peanut-butter." I looked at her mannerisms as she spoke. God I was getting so stiff it was beginning to hurt me a bit. She may have been uncomfortable now, but in just a matter of minutes her cherry would be mine.

"Um, I tell you what honey," I said trying to sound charming; which was ridiculous. Afterall I wanted to fuck her not date her. "I'll take two of each." Her freckled nose crinkled a tad, as she gave me another winning smile. A $24 sale, the bitch better warm up to me. I reached in my right jean pocket, and pretended to fumble around for my wallet. "Oh shit sweetie I left my wallet in the bedroom." My plan was in full motion now. There was no turning back.

"That's okay. I can come back later," She said standing in the doorway looking slightly dejected. I guess she thought I was going to stiff her. I was gonna stiff her alright, just not in the way she thought. As she bent over and grabbed her large case of cookies, I stopped her before the fish got away.

"No hon!" I said, reaching out and touching her right shoulder lightly. "I have he money. It'll just take me a bit of time to get to it. I can't get to it very easily, it's hard for me to get at." I hate the poor gimp routine, but in this case it was worth a little bit of pathetic acting to get ahold of that cherry. "Can you come in here and give me a hand?" I sounded very sincere.

"I guess so," she replied. There was understandably a little hesitation in her sweet voice. But even at twelve, this girl had a slight mother hen in her, she wanted to help anyway she could. Plus, it was money in her pocket. I backed up my chair, leaving the doorway free for her to enter my lair. She walked in and set her case of cookies down on the vinyl char to the right of the door. As she sat it down she made the mistake of bending over right beside me. I wanted to badly to squeeze her tight ass, but patience was the key to victory. "Boy it's warm in here."

"I know darling I keep the heat up pretty high at night," I fired back. "Get's pretty chilly at night in here." Now it was time to see how easy she was going to be to hook. "But if I had pretty girls like you around all the time, I wouldn't need a heater. You are absolutely stunning." It worked, she looked at me now with a bush about her face. She began to ignore the wheelchair, and notice that I was the first "Man" to ever talk to her that way.

"Awww that's so cute," she said to me. She took off her girscout chapeau, and threw it on the chair with the cookies. I needed to avert her attention once more, so I could close, and lock my front door. I thought on my feet, so to speak.

"Can you go over and turn down the thermostat for me." I smiled and winked at her, in hopes of bending her to my will.

"Okay," she said smiling back my way. "But I can't stay long. I have tons of places to hit before I head home. She walked all the way into my furnished apartment. I pointed the thermostat out to her and she walked over, and tried to turn it down for me. I glanced at her form for a bit, as she had to stretch a bit to reach the thermostat controls. Her white blouse untucked a smidgen, from the binding of her green skirt. Just a tad bit of side skin to wet the appetite for the main course ahead. But, quickly I snapped to the job at hand. silently I shut the door, and locked it. She didn't notice this because she was still fiddling with dials and such. "There you go 65degrees." She came down from her stretched position, retucked her shirt, and looked over at me with a curious look on her beautiful young face. "Why'd you shut the door?"

"Well I just don't like to keep in open too often," I said, leering her way. "Too many dumb kids want to play with my chair if they see me too much." With that her suspicion evaded.

"I know, kids can be so dumb huh?" She asked me. Oh, yeah they were dumb alright. It was obvious to me that this little piece of ass had no idea the lust I had for her 85 pound body. She obviously took me as no threat to her, because of the chair. But she would be finding out differently very soon. "Yeah very dumb i said as, my cock began to throb once more. This tight thing would be mine. All the broken hearts, all the lies, all the dumbass bitches from my past. This little girlscout was going to pay for all that frustration within me. Pay with her virginity!

"Why don't you head off into the room sweetface," I told her in a debonair manner. "I'll follow you in. The wallet should be in my top drawer of my dresser." I suavely eyed her perky little white body, as she turned towards me and studied me. Could, be the young cunt was starting to get suspicious of me once again. I sometimes have to remind myself not to lay on the charm so thick. "Come on sweetie, thought you wanted your money?" I raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner, as she looked at me very inquisitively. I brushed my blonde bangs out of my eyes, waiting for a reply.

"Why don't you go in there and get it?" she asked, leaning flush against the grating of the heater. "I'm not going into your bedroom." She led her bountiful young body in my direction, headed towards the front door. It was clear, she was catching onto me. In a huff she blew past me, with her freckled blonde nose stuck in the air. She reached the chair where her cookies and hat rested, and started to pick them up. "I'm sorry but my Mom we'll be real mad at me, if she knew I went into an old guys bedroom." That last crack really hurt, I'd show her who the old guy was. I had a plan afterall money talks.

"Wait a minute darling," I said quickly shifting my chair in front of the door, so she couldn't get though. "I'm lonely, and I like you. Can't you just stay for a few minutes?" I tried to look as lost and lonely as I could, grinning my most trusted grin. I lurched my left arm forward, grabbing the large box of cookies out of her grasp; while still keeping a smile about my face. "I tell you what. If you can get my wallet out of my room for me, I'll buy this whole case. The young girl stopped to ponder my offer for a second. She knew if she accepted my offer, she would have the remainder of the weekend to goof around.

"Alright sir," she said with a reluctant smile. "Where's your wallet?" She sat down on the white vinyl chair that once housed the cookies I was holding. "You know mister that's gonna be a lot of money. Are you sure you can afford the whole case?" She then did something that made the pre-cum well up in my shorts. She crossed her legs, which in turn, hiked up her skirt a few delicious inches. I could only imagine what those tender young thighs felt like. I scooted up in my chair, and tried not to sweat with the burning desire boiling in my crotch now.

"First of all," I said in a kind of scolding tone. "My names not sir, it's Tim. And second of all, how much for the box?" She was to young and nieve to notice me stripping that stupid skirt off with my eyes. She reached down, and began to rummage around a small purse. I guess I was too crazed with lust to notice she had a purse when she came in before. She took out a light blue hairbrush and proceeded to comb out her lovely blonde locks, ignoring me all of a sudden. Damn I had to rape her soon. "We'll how much?" I rose my voice loud enough to distract her from her primping. She looked over at me startled by my edginess. Maybe she thought I was mad at her, but that wasn't it. I just needed to get her in my room fast.

"Gee mister don't get touchy," she said, putting her brush away. "All together it cost fifty dollars." The young girl put her right hand under her chin and awaited my reply. She must've thought I was dumb. I knew by the size of the box of cookies, that the total couldn't have cost more than thirty-five. But I figure it was a good investment. Just think, I'd get to pop her cherry before she became an uppity little rich girl. This was a much better option than some diseased hooker was.

"Sure sweet," I said, trying to calm down. I could since I was almost home. "You wanna go grab my money for me. I got a cool computer in there if you want to look at it too. I began to operate my electric chair, and lead this snobby girl to my web. "Follow me, its right in here."

"Alright mister but I cant stay long," she said exhaling, she couldn't believe what she was doing. She raised her tender bones up and followed me into my bedroom. As she walked past me, and surveyed my room. I shut and locked the door behind me. Now she was mine.

The innocent blonde child seemed enthralled with my room. She pranced around each square inch, peeking into my closet, looking at the photos I had strategically placed on my walls. Most of all she was transfixed on the $3000 computer system I had. She looked like a kid in a candy store. Obviously her parents did not afford her such a lavish toy. I was grateful for her lack of attention to me, this way when it was time to pounce on my pray, she would have little time to counteract my assault. "Mister, do you have the Internet on this thing?" she asked. I never would have guessed that being in a wheelchair could have such erotic benefits. You see, my computer was stacked on a desk. This desk was high enough so that I could park my wheelchair underneath the surface area. There did not need to be a normal chair behind it. That being the case the girlscout had to get in a kneeling position at the table, in order to fiddle with my system. "My folks don't want me to have the Internet," she stated, banging away at my keyboard. "They tell me there's too many creeps on there." I chuckled under my breath, still observing her supple pink calves, that were perfectly propositioned jutting from under her green skirt.

"Well sweetheart they're probably looking out for you," I responded from behind her. I was pondering my next move. My dresser drawer was not more than two-feet away from me to my right. On the top of the structure lay a role of duct-tape, what a stroke of luck. I quietly ripped off a strip, while she was becoming increasingly occupied by the second. My chair was silent, as I inched ever so close behind her. Then with a flash of force, I reached around her perfect little doll-like face; and applied the strip of tape to her pouty full lips. One that was done, I then gripped a fist-full of her shiny hair hand yanked her head backwards. She started to kick and moan, like I knew she would. But with her lips covered up nobody would hear her cries for aid. "Shut up now honey!" I told her sternly. "You're so pretty, just what the doctor ordered. I held her hair so tight, that the poor girl could not straighten her neck. Her eyes were pointed to the ceiling; her legs were kicking furiously. All she could see now was me hovering behind her, leaning over her face. I wanted her to get a good look at her first fuck, before I knocked her out. "This crip is gonna have such fun with you Barbie-doll. The tears were welling up in her bight blue eyes. If I wasn't so damn horny for her, I may have felt bad about what I was doing to such a young innocent thing. "I've gotta get you ready for a party baby. You're sure as hell going to earn your fifty dollars." With those words I knew it was time to hurt her enough to incapacitate her long enough to prepare the festivities. Being disabled, you can't just rape her. I had to make sure she couldn't escape first. I pushed her head forward, and with all the force I could muster punched her hard in the small of her back. This caused her to fall forward once I released her head. Like a limp snake she slid across the edge of the table and fell face down underneath it. I slid quickly out of my chair, and turn the whimpering girl over on her back. "Night for now sweet!" I exzaulted. Then with one raging backhand, the girlscout was out cold. And mine for the plucking.

I worked hard getting things prepared for my finest hour. The sweet young girl was completely unconscious. In order to get her where I wanted her, she needed to be restrained, but how? Well luckily I had all of that worked out to a tee. I restrained her, with an oversize dog collar. I never knew that keeping such an item around would be so useful. My faithful German shepherd passed on the month prior, now I had the neck to use for the underutilized dog collar. Attached to the collar was a long chain that stretched ten feet in length. It was a thick chain that no little bitch would be able to break free from. I had her laying face down on my single-sized bed. I rummaged through my apartment, and found all the necessary materials for a great ride. It was now time to wake the child up. I felt like a deviant, I knew just how to alert her. "Well sugar tush," I said to myself, seated in my wheelchair. "I need a before sex smoke." I held the end of the leash across my lap. With my free hand I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. After a few drags off the tobacco stick, I slid onto the floor and crawled over to my bed, where the bound blonde was still out cold. "Let's sample the merchandise." I girnned as much as I could with a smoke between my lips. I carefully pulled her long green skirt up; god she had a perky little ass. I softly felt the outside of her white cotton panties, worked my hands up and down the back of her thighs. I coiled the slack of the chain around my left hand. I knew she was going to buck like a bronco, had to keep her still. "Let's warm those buns up sweet thing. Taking the cigarette out of my mouth, I quickly neared the burning end of it to her exposed cotton panties. Then I did it. The smoldering cigarette was pressed like lightning against her right butt cheek.

"MMMMPH!!!!" She buckled as soon as she felt the fire perching her virgin flesh. Her hips raised, she tried to get away, but within a matter of seconds, she knew her struggles would be for not. She was horrified to know that I had her tethered to the end of a chain. I pulled the chain hard causing her to choke, it took about thirty seconds, and then she began to calm her spasms. She must have been frightened, but she also was abruptly discovering that she was my plaything, weather she liked it or not. I reinserted my smoke to my lips. Reaching with my free hand, I ripped her panties down swiftly to just past her knees.

"I'm sorry sexy girl," I said, not really meaning it. "Did I hurt your little bottom?" All she could do was mumble underneath the tape that covered her face. I thought it was kind of cute, seeing a small burn mark on her little ass. "Let me kiss it and make it better." I grabbed her under the belly, and raised her carefully to her knees, while the upper portion of her body remained resting on the bed. Her ass was calling me. I slowly liked both of her ass cheeks. Then asserted my face eagerly between her buns. Man she tasted sweet. I licked vigorously, like I was a cannibal. I spread her legs a bit, so I could get my tongue to the bare pussy lips she sported. I just teased her clit with my tongue; the devastated little girl had no idea what was happening to her. "There baby. That feels better doesn't it?" I scooted my body a few inches towards the head of the bed. Then I grabbed her by the shoulder and flipped her on her back, like a pancake. Terror was in her face. "I'm gonna take the tape off now. If you scream I'll hurt you more. Do you understand me kid?" I had a long knife, laying beside the bed, as I tore the tape off of her face, I quickly reached down and grabbed the sharp blade, and put it the her throat.

"Please sir let me go?" She asked me pleading, being careful not to squirm at all for fear of being cut like a fish. "I won't tell anybody." Her chest was heaving up and down fast; she was scared out of her mind. I took this opportunity to reach one of my hands under her button-down-shirt. I pulled it up, and with the knife-hand, I sliced the shirt in half, exposing her budding bare tits. There wasn't any question that for a 12-year-old she had delicious looking nips. "Nooooo please stop this!" I put the cold side of the knife blade against her nipples, jiggling each back and forth, with each gentle nudge of the steel.

"Can't let you go honey, until I make you respect me." I paused a bit dropped the knife, and grabbed the chain once more. "Plus, I paying you fifty bucks for your damn cookies. I want something more for my money." I slid my hand back down her body, and gently at first fingered her clit. I gripped the chain tighter, causing her to gag once more. Then, with a rough thrust rammed my index finger fully inside her virgin hole. I finger fucked her fast, casing her hips to spasm, and I swear, her clit nearly swallowed my jutting finger. She fought me at first, but I could feel her getting wet as the assault continued. "There you go sweet. I knew you would like that." I leaned over her and kissed her lips. Slowed my finger thrust down. "Your gonna be such a good girl, because you need it bad. I can feel it. Over the next few minutes, I needed to strip. Don't ask me how I did it without letting my prize run off, but I accomplished this task. I wrapped the chain on the armrest of my chair, and unleashed my manhood while she watched in fear and amazement.

Her ordeal was just beginning.

"Please let me go mister." the girscout was really getting desperate to save her virginity. She tried in vain to break free of the collar around her slender neck, but there was no use. I just slowly striped off my clothes, admiring how attractive this little thing was. I don't know if it was her obvious physical beauty, or if it was the innocent helplessness she exuded; laying there nude as can be, dog collar pinching her neck. "I've never done anything to anybody." I admired her efforts, but she was missing the entire point of this interlude. I threw my jeans into the corner of the room, on top of my overflowing mound of dirty laundry. She'd get the point soon enough.

"Oh come on baby," I told her. "You were on the brink of cumming when I finger-fucked you a few minutes ago. I crawled with my mid-sized body closer to her, grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look into my eyes. "You want it just as bad as I do." I gave her a rough kiss, ramming my tongue down her throat. Her worst fear cam true when I climbed into the bed beside her. She kicked and screamed as I slid myself into my cozy bed. "Shut up now!" I backhanded her hard across her cheek, causing her to cry. I climbed on to her tender body, and griped the side of her throat, squeezing hard. "Now I want you to be a good little girl and spread your legs nice and wide for me." She started to gasp desperately for air. "Now when I count to three I'm gonna let you breathe," I smiled down on her fighting mound of flesh. "And your gonna open up those pretty legs for me." She started to turn pale. "Do you understand?" She looked at me with pleading eyes, nonverbal agreeing to my terms. As I counted we both kept our word. I let go of my grip around her windpipe, and she opened up her legs for the entrance of my long poll. "Good girl. I'm not a bad guy when I get what I want." With those words I began to kiss her lips, and slowly line my cockhead up with her tight slit. "Hold on sweetie." With that I thrusted inside her. She was so tight the first attempt at entrance into her womb failed. But after a few more shots I was able to get ¾ of my size into her.

"Owww please no more!" I grabbed her hands and pinned then to the headboard, more for leverage than anything. And with a violent thrust got the hymn broken. Now it was like digging a ditch, each stroke lubricated me more and more. "Mommy help me!"

"Daddy's here now baby," I told her on mid push. "Now you might as well lay back and enjoy it." My body was sweating profusely; this was the best fuck I'd ever had. After about five minutes of slow even strokes, the little bitch started to moan and coo between her tears. Then with a surprise, the little blonde wrapped her legs around my slim waist, and gave me a look of lust. "That's right baby get into it. Tell me to fuck you like a whore." She was beginning to quiver around me; the sensation was frightening her.

"Please more," she pleaded. "Fuck me like a whore." With this I picked up the pace and screwed her as hard as my disabled body could handle. I wanted to cum, but I had to wait. Pulling out my throbbing slab of beef, I temporarily rolled off of her. I was happy but exhausted. "What happened? I looked up at her; she had desire in her eyes.

"I'm just tired bitch," I told her grabbing the chain that lay across the bed. I pulled the line, and directed her sweaty small body to the base of my cock. I pressed her face against my slab. "Open your mouth. You need to learn to love the taste of cock." With one hand I pulled her hair tightly, the other grabbed her lower jaw and opened her face. "That's right baby suck that nasty thing. Once my pole was fully in her face, I used both my hands to force her pixy face up and down my shaft. My cock was having the best time ever in her young mouth. One fateful shove, even reached down her throat causing her to gag, Then as if to reward her for being a good girl I pulled her mouth off of me and laid her back on the bed. I needed a couple minutes to recuperate before I violated her last virgin hole.

About five minutes alapsed since I had mounted the shocked little blonde laying silent next to me. I contemplated my next move during this time. True I was exaused, and my once erect prick had started to deflate, but I knew I had one more thing to do. I rolled over onto my belly and crawled off of my bed, leaving her there still bound by the neck. I slinked my slender naked body over to my parked wheelchair, and climbed into its seat. After a few seconds of drinking in the eye-candy sprawled out on my bed sheets, I decided it was time for the final act of sin to take place. "Come over here babygirl," I told her in an authoritative manner. I pulled the leash sting that was tied to the right armrest of my wheelchair, causing her head to lurch a bit by the force. She turned her head towards me and looked at me. I guess she wanted me to stop being so mean to her, but I didn't give a damn. "I said come over here!" This time I pulled harder, so hard that the upper half of her body began to inch closer to the outer edge of my bed.

"Stop hurting me mister," she said. I'm coming. Just be nice about it." She got up on her hands and knees, and started to get to her feet on the edge of the mattress, but abruptly I stopped her, with another pull on the coiled chain. She choked. "Stop it!"

"I want you to crawl over to me on all fours," I told her. "And don't you dare tell me what to do kid!" I started to let the rage reboil inside of me, and without even noticing it, my cock began to stiffen once more. I had a fleeting thought that ran through my head as I watched her begin to climb off my bed on all fours. I had never nailed a virgin before. I wasn't quite prepared for the mess that pleasure had left behind. There was a few distinctive red blotches of blood on my white bed sheets. Damn it was going to be a bitch cleaning up after this little cunts bleeding virgina. But hell, it was worth it. Maybe before she left I could have her change the sheets for me. She crawled up to me like a puppy dog coming to greet its master. I broke her now, she would do anything I asked of her from now on. As she neared the front of my seated form. I looked down upon her, quite pleased with myself. "Good girl." I stoked the side of her mangled hair. Almost loving in the tenderness of my touch. "I want you to stand up now and take that skirt off. "

"Can't you treat me like a person?" she asked. She seemed to be begging for some form of respect from the man who had just invaded her once ripe womb. "I'm a girl, not a dog." With that comment, I grabbed a handful of her hair straightened forced her eyes to look squarely into mine, and gave her another healthy blow about her face. Then almost to the instant buried her face on my lap, where my penis was waiting for her mouth once more at full attention.

"Suck it dog!" I ordered her angrily. I figured, after the stiff blow I gave her, another mouthful of cock would stop any crying she might want to start. With that I again invaded her face. Ramming it quickly along my bulging shaft. "You're not a girl. You're a cock-slobbering-bitch." I continued to ram her throat, only this time barking out orders to her with each penetration. "Use that tounge of yours babe. I need it nice and wet. With a few muffled struggles, the little girl settled into her duties working my long prick like a pro. "Oooooh good. Now stand up and turn around." I pulled her worn-out mouth off my just a few seconds before I was about to explode.

"Why?" she asked me, there was a bit of fear in her tender voice.

"Didn't you hear me before. I want that fucking skirt off!" I pulled hard on the chain forcing her to comply with my demands. As she got to her feet and turned with her backside facing me. I reached around her waist and made my way up to her supple young breast with my fingers, then slowly tenderly began to pinch them. "Now baby, you reach down and pull that fucking skirt off for me." I said this in a whisper as I began to kiss her neck, and continued to enjoy the feel of her hardening nipples.

"Okay, just don't hurt me anymore," she shot back. Her skirt slowly slid down past her theighs and down to the floor. Her ass was so round and firm, I believe I could have eaten it for days. When she was completely nude and ready for a good anal invasion, I gripped the metal rope that bound her, and pulled her violently onto my lap. Her bar ass was a meer few inches from my cock-head. "What are you doing now!" she yealped.

"I'm gonna pork your butt-hole," I said sinisterly. I gabbed her by the waist and manuevored her ass right to the base of my stiffness. I pushed her trunk forward; held her body on my lap by keeping a-hold of her tiny waistline; and without hesitation thrust my meat inside of her perked anus.

"Oh god please stop!" She begged. It hurts, not in my bottom. Owww. I laughed at her pleads, all the while forcing every inch I could inside the child. Once I had gotten every inch into her bowels, I began to lift her ass up and down on my prick, using her waist as my piston. It was hard to invade her fully, but she had done such a good gob lubricating my cock with her lips; after a few well meaning pushes it became much easier to establish rythem.

"Come on bitch fuck me good," I told her, enjoying the tightness off her around my hungry prick. "Then you can go home." I grabbed her waist and pushed her down harder on me. The little girls insides must have been in agony, I thought I heard something tare. "God you're such a good little pet."

"Ahhhh!" she screamed, as my pushes became faster and more violent. "Stop please!" The more she begged me to stop the harder and deeper I pushed. My loins were about to explode up her asshole. This went on for five minutes, even though I was having such a great lay, it seemed like everything was going in slow motion.

"I can't stand it anymore bitch," I yelled out, sweating like I lived on the burning sun. "I'm gonna cum!" I threw her off of me, grabbed the chain, and turned her body back towards my seated form. My dick was bulging and throbbing. "Get back on your knees and suck me dry." She didn't know exactly what I meant by "dry", but with a rough yank on the chain, she put my pulsing dick in her sweet face. "Swallow all my juice. If you don't you don't get to go home. I roughly fucked her face, trying to make her deep throat. God it felt amazing. After thirty seconds of watching her suck me so hard spit formed on the side of my prick, it was time. I griped her head tightly, so she couldn't evade the eruption in her throat. "Here we go baby. Ahhhhhhhh fuck!" I shouted these words with abrorious exileration, as I shot four thick loads of cum in her waiting mouth. She gagged and swallowed. I thought she may spew all over my carpet, but she managed to gather herself, as I let go of her head; allowing her to gather herself.

As the succeeding minutes passed, both the girlscout and I had dressed. I loaned her a shirt out of my closet, and took off the dog collar that gripped her neck. She said nothing to me the whole time she was preparing to leave. I gave her $75 dollars for the ride, which like a good whore she accepted. I let her leave 30 minutes after my climax. I never thought I'd see her again. But to my surprise she came back two days later. She didn't come back to yell at me, no she wanted to ride the crip again. I broke her down, and now she wanted more.

Boy that was the best box of cookies I ever had.

The End