Your Extreme Phone Sex fantasy continued from Taboo Temptations Blog – A little girl was laying on the bed – I mean little. She was a pedo dream that looked as if she hadn’t even hit puberty. She was skinny, blonde and seemed a little sluggish. Later, I found out that she’d been drugged. I gave Marsha a wide-eyed look of surprise and she laughed. Her laugh relieved me a bit, because I was starting to get all moral inside. Marsha reminded me by saying, “Five-fucking-K for two nights. Plus… doesn’t she look nice?”
Marsha walked over to the girl who flinched a little as Marsh sat down next to her on the bed. “No, no… Sparkles… just relax… nothing bad to do…” Marsha looked at me, smiled, and added, “Yet.”
“Isn’t she hot?” Marsha said. “We call her Sparkle… how cute is that?” I walked a little closer and saw that the little underage fuck was wearing a sexy ass outfit … tiny fitted shirt with sparkles on it, a sweet little neon pink skirt and spiked heels. “We’ve already had some fun with her, but she’s still good for a few days.” Marsha said.
“Is she… where’d you get her?” I asked and Marsha replied, “Oh… connections.” and winked at the client. “Nobody knows about this, right?” I asked. The client assured me that only the three of us knew … and the girl, of course!
“She doesn’t speak a lot of English, but we’re teaching her all she needs to know.” He added.
In this Extreme Phone Sex fantasy, Marsha turned and grabbed the girl by her hair – a fistful of blonde locks. She pushed the girl’s face out towards us and said, “Say something cute, Sparkle … say it!” As Marsha shook her head, the little blonde girl in the stripper outfit blurted out, “I’m a whore!”
Marsh and the guy laughed. They both looked at me for a minute and I could tell they were starting to wonder if I was going to come through. I looked at the tiny fuck, with rope burns on her wrists and make-up smeared all over her face. I walked over to her, bent down and looked right in her face. I could tell that she was holding onto some hope that I was going to help her because she didn’t flinch when I got close to her like she did with Marsha.
It just wasn’t ‘her day’ because I looked directly into her teary eyes and I laughed right in her face. I started to nod and lick my lips. “Fuck, yeah!” I thought and then shouted out, “Fuck YEAH! Let’s party!”
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