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By Sweet Victim
This is fiction. This is the ongoing story of a 10-year-old girl who lures in men and changes their lives.
Chapter 3 – Will You Give Me Love?
Nobody knows where it started. A rumor floating around the corners of the internet. “The Midnight Girl.” Every night, a girl around 10 years old would appear in a convenient location. She would change a man’s life before disappearing again somewhere. The story about to be told is one of the many legends of The Midnight Girl…
In his 30 years of teaching, Jerry Richards had never met a student like Amaya. It was not uncommon for him to have brief sexual feelings about one of his young female students. A cute face and an accidental glimpse of a 10-year-old’s cotton panties would make his heart race and his cock swell, but Jerry had never allowed it to distract him. A few minutes in the private faculty restroom to jerk off, and he was fine. But Amaya was different; a raven-haired beauty that had captured his heart. No matter how many times he made himself cum thinking of her, the desire to fuck this little girl only grew strong. The only thing he wanted in his life was to fuck Amaya, to flood her tiny womb with his love. But of course, a beautiful 10-year-old girl like Amaya would never have anything to do with an out-of-shape, balding man like Jerry Richards.
He’d taken pictures of the girl, many pictures, blown them up to all kinds of sizes, and filled his bedroom with them. Tonight he stared at the large picture of Amaya on the wall, chewing on the eraser of a pencil as she was lost in thought. She’d worn a tight, white t-shirt that day, with nothing under, and the outline of the puffy nipples on her budding breasts was quite noticeable. He stared at this picture as he thrust his cock in and out of an inflatable fuck-doll, another picture of Amaya taped to it. He cried as he fucked the Amaya doll. “I want to feel her pristine skin, stick my sick inside of her, and hear her moans.”
Every night after he would drain his balls into his substitute Amaya, Jerry would log on to different message boards and forums online and post anonymously about his feelings for Amaya, his fifth-grade student he needed to fuck. He would read the comments: “You’re fucking gross.” “You’re an elementary school teacher? Jesus!” “Just rape her already.” “Reported.” “Send her dick pics.” But tonight something different had happened. As he looked at the comments that either called him a disgusting pedo or encouraged him to rape the young girl he desired, a notification popped up. A direct message. Jerry hesitantly opened the message and saw that it was an advertisement. An advertisement like none he’d seen before.
“The Dream of Butterflies… The purpose of our business is to grant patrons with a certain inclination the chance to fulfill their desires and enjoy preteen girls in illicit sexual activities. Should you partake, please remember to keep all related activities a secret. We hope that our business will be able to grant you a blissful reprieve.” A phone number followed.
Jerry went through the photos and profiles of young girls in the advertisement, all of them beauties. “Enjoy preteen girls?” He thought. “What is this? This is seriously dangerous shit.” He was deciding that this was something too risky to get involved with but then he saw HER picture. The name was “Sabrina” but she was the spitting image of Amaya, almost a doppelganger. This girl, Sabrina, had almost the exact same smile. Sure, she wore what looked like a school uniform, with a pleated blue skirt, a white blouse, and a pink backpack with a butterfly on it. But Jerry knew that the closest he would ever come to fucking Amaya would be with this girl.
He made the phone call, he ordered this girl, Sabrina, still nervous that he was actually doing this. They said to have $1,000 ready when the girl arrived. He thought it could be a scam. In fact, a part of him thought that it would be better if it was a scam because if word ever got out that he’d hired a 10-year-old prostitute… well….” It was just past midnight when Jerry heard a soft knock on his door. Jerry opened the door and saw her, Amaya. Nonot Amaya, the girl from the service. She stood there, wearing the same outfit from the picture: the white blouse, the blue skirt, the pink backpack. “Pleasure to meet you, dear customer,” the girl said in a polite voice. “I’m Sabrina. Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight.”
Jerry led the young girl to his bedroom. She smiled, looked around, and glanced at all the photographs of Amaya on the wall. “What a lovely room you have,” Sabrina said. She ran a hand lightly across the bottom of one of the picture frames, talking to Jerry. “Our business is rather risky,” she said. “We investigate our clients quite thoroughly, including their social media posts. Dear customer, you wish to have sex with one of your students, do you not? I will be that girl for you tonight.” Jerry gasped and took a step backward. Sabrina said, “This girl’s name is Amaya, correct?” Jerry nodded. The girl stood on her toes and kissed Jerry lightly on the lips “Dear teacher, give Amaya lots of love.”
They sat together on his bed, Jerry trembling with nervous anticipation. The more he looked at this girl the more she resembled Amaya… and he was about to have sex with her. “Mister Richards,” the girl asked, “Why are you so stiff? Amaya is very happy to be with you, her favorite teacher.” She leaned over and kissed Jerry once again, letting her lips linger against his. “There’s lots of things you want to do with Amaya, right? Go on, then. This is all for you. Let’s do anything you like.”
The girl slid off the bed and positioned herself on her knees between Jerry’s legs. She unzipped his pants, opening them up and taking out his cock. She held Jerry’s stiff cock in her soft hands and rubbed it gently. “My, so energetic,” she said, “You got this way because of Amaya? I’m so glad. I’ll make sure you feel really good.” She licked around the head of his cock, gathering up the dripping pre-cum, making Jerry gasp in sudden pleasure. She sucked silently, taking Jerry’s cock in her mouth as she slid her lips back and forth along his hard tool. She looked up at him with loving eyes. Jerry couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream, Amaya was actually sucking his cock.
The feeling of this little girl’s mouth on his cock was incredible, and the fact that she had Amaya’s face made it unbearable. “Oh fuck,” Jerry said, “I’m about to–” He exploded into her mouth, cradling the girl’s small head as rope after rope of cum dumped into her willing mouth. The girl looked up at Jerry, opening her mouth wide to show him the cum in her mouth before swallowing it with a smile.
Jerry reached down and lifted the girl onto the bed. “Amaya,” he sighed as he began to slowly undress her, feeling her smooth and perfect skin, taking in every beautiful inch of her young bod. His eyes lingered on her pussy, so small and so cute. He slowly slid a finger into her wet slit, enjoying how soft and tight it was, as he leaned forward and sucked on on of her puffy nipples. The girl moaned out in pleasure, “Oh, Mr. Richards.”
Sitting up, Jerry rubbed his hard cock along the girl’s slit. “Amaya, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m putting it in.” He slowly slid into the girl’s incredibly tight but so welcoming pussy. “Ohhhh” the girl moaned, “It’s filling me up.” He kept pushing his cock into that warm, velvet hole, enjoying the high-pitched moans of pleasure from the girl. “Amaya,” he said “My dick is completely inside of you. D-Does it hurt?” The girl smiled “I’m fine. Just be gentle.” She put her arms around Jerry and lightly pulled her head down, kissing his lips, and putting her tongue into his mouth.
As he fucked her, slowly, Jerry couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. He was having sex with Amaya, the moment he had dreamed of ever since he laid eyes on her on the first day of school, breathing in her wonderfully young, feminine aroma. Beneath him, the girl arched her bag, she pushed her hips up into Jerry’s patient thrusts. “Oh, Mr. Richards. I love you. More! Give me more of your cock!”
Jerry kept fucking the young girl, asking “Are you really happy with taking the cock of a man like me. Do you really love me?” She sighed, with a childlike and adoring voice said, “Yes, I love you, Mr. Richards.” Jerry was crying as he picked up the girl and held her in his arms, his cock still inside of her. “I love you,” he said. “I love you, Amaya.” The girl put her small hand on Jerry’s chest and said, in a serious tone, “But I’m not, am I?” She held his face tightly, looking into his eyes, slightly moving her hips up and down, squeezing at his cock. “I am Sabrina. The one who’s receiving your love is Sabrina.”
Sabrina pushed Jerry down on the bed, riding his cock harder and harder. She stared him down with her dark brown eyes. Her pussy felt even more intense now; it was tighter, wetter, warmer; it was the most amazing thing Jerry had ever felt. Sabrina spoke, “There’s nobody you can love anymore except for Sabrina. Because there is not a single other girl in this whole world who would love you. You belong to Sabrina. You are my slave.”
Jerry was crying and trembling as he moved his cock, driving it in and out of Sabrina’s tiny pussy. He hugged her tight, rubbing his face against her small tits. “Sabrina. I love you, Sabrina!” He laid back down, his hands on Sabrina’s thighs as he moved in and out, faster and more desperately. He needed her pussy, he needed her, he needed only Sabrina. She rode with his pounding and said “I can feel your cock throb. Feels like it wants to fill me up with cum.” Jerry was crying with pleasure, “Yes,” he whimpered. “I want to cum in your pussy.” She put her soft hands on his chest and said “Do it. Cum in me with everything you’ve got. Shoot all of your love into me.”
Screaming out, Jerry came hard in this girl, harder than he ever had in his life. Firing rope after rope of strong cum, Jerry felt like he was firing his very soul into this child’s womb. Her pussy squeezed tight, rhythmically, milking him for every drop. Jerry laid down, exhausted, hardly able to breathe. Sabrina gave him a soft kiss and said “I love you.” “I love you too, Sabrina.”
Sabrina stood at the doorway, saying her goodbyes. Jerry was on his knees, hugging her body tightly. “Do you really have to leave?” Sabrina rubbed his balding head, “Yeah, I’m sorry. If you start feeling lovesick, just call for me again. Don’t forget, Mr. Richards, I love you.”
Time passed, weeks going by in a slow blur. Jerry thought only of Sabrina, staring at that one picture of his on the computer for hours at a time. People began to make comments about him, how he looked weaker, looked tired. The school administration, concerned about Jerry’s poor appearance, requested that he take a leave of absence. Jerry’s home was a mess with dirty clothes strewn about, half-eaten meals, and far too many empty bottles of liquor. He was on the phone, crying and pleading “Can’t you do something? I’m begging you. I need to see Sabrina again. Without her, I’m… The fee is what?…” He’d blown through his entire savings already but he needed Sabrina so much, he would say or do anything just to see her one more time. “I understand,” he said, “I’ll pay last time’s fee with this round. I’ll… hello… hello? Are you there?” He was desperate and didn’t know what to do.
Amaya was walking home from school when a stranger grabbed her, dragging her into an alley. Her friends shrieked and ran to get help. Amaya fought against this stranger and when he pinned her to the wall she thought she recognized him. He was thinner and looked crazy, a frenzied look in his hand as he held his cock in his hand. “Mr. Ricahrds?” She asked, “It’s me, Amaya, from–” She choked on her words as Jerry pushed her down onto the ground “I don’t fucking care who you are,” he shouted at her. “Your face just happens to look like Sabrina’s. So if I can’t fuck her, I will be fucking you instead.” Amaya sobbed and screamed for help as her former teacher held her down and violently raped her. People were running up to intervene. The police had already been called.
At the far end of this alley, another schoolgirl watched this and smiled. She was wearing a blue skirt, and white blouse, and had a pink backpack with a butterfly on it. “Oh my,” she said, “This has turned into quite a big mess, hasn’t it? I wonder whose fault that is? Couldn’t be me.” She giggled and skipped away.
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