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Gold Miner's Daughter
by Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.Com)

***

Negotiations over whether or not a mom will allow her 
young daughter to pose for porn shots turns into a 
seduction that she can't seem to say no to. (MFf, ped-
theme)

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Marsha Winters had never met such a bold delinquent in 
her life, but when the notorious sixteen-year-old Mark 
asked her permission to take a bunch of naked pictures 
of her thirteen-year-old daughter Penny, that took the 
prize. 

Since Penny was eager to pose, in fact eager to do 
anything Mark wanted her to do, why he even bothered 
asking was the greatest mystery. Marsha was certain 
that Penny didn't say, "I have to ask my mommy first." 
Penny clearly thought this was a dumb idea. The idea 
was clearly his, but why?

Marsha had to think about this, so she asked him to 
take a seat at the table while she got up to make 
herself a cup of coffee. As she walked away, he said, 
"You have great legs and a fine ass. Have you ever 
thought of doing some stripping? There's good money in 
it for a chick built like you. My uncle owns a club 
called Legs. He's into all kinds of porn, but Legs is 
the jewel in the crown of the porn king. That's what 
they call him around here - the porn king. 

"He's always looking for a great set of legs. He'd put 
you to work in a heartbeat. He'd make a killing off 
your sexy ass - so would you. You should think about 
it. You're not getting any younger, you know. Right 
now, you are sitting on a gold mine. Ten years from 
now, you might be sitting on a salt mine wishing you 
had mined gold while the mining was good. I can help 
you mine it. At least my uncle can. I can set you up 
with him. Think about it."

Nothing had ever hit Marsha with such dramatic impact. 
She began blushing with the first step and walked on 
legs getting steadily unsteady until she arrived at 
the end of the counter where the coffee maker was, and 
where she grasped the counter to listen to the rest, 
feeling his appreciative and most flattering eyes all 
over her bare legs and ass in hugger short shorts, 
which she had on because her intention was to get out 
and pull weeds and get some sun on her legs.

Leg flattery had always been Marsha's weakness - ass 
flattery too for that matter. Marsha had a decent set 
of tits and a decent figure, but she knew that in the 
leg and ass department, she could compete with any 
woman. Leg and ass men always felt compelled to 
compliment. Marsha lived for those encounters and 
those compliments, though she rarely let it go any 
further than a warm smile and a thank you. Rarely did 
she feel the urge to fuck somebody's brains out, but 
the urge to at least hug that boy was awfully strong.

Marsha didn't want to turn around until she could 
regain composure and lose the blush. He didn't need to 
see how effective that was. She made a very strong cup 
of coffee while being admired from fifteen feet away. 
His eyes were like hot hands roaming all over her ass 
and legs, all between her legs, and that area was wet 
and had the strongest blush.

Marsha found it hard not to like that naughty boy. He 
was a cutie, wise beyond his years, terribly sexy in a 
bad boy way, and a good bad boy was another great 
weakness. Penny obviously had the same weakness. That 
bad boy could get anything he wanted off that girl - 
anything. At least, she couldn't get pregnant. Thank 
god for that.

Marsha also thought about the pictures he'd take - 
porn - child porn. Any nude pictures of Penny would be 
illegal as hell, little chance of any surfacing 
locally. In all likelihood, they'd end up with the 
uncle who could get them to a far off market and make 
a far off killing. If he had the demand, he'd be very 
wise to turn to Mark to fill it. The boy had the 
contacts and the young girls worshipped him. He could 
get anything he wanted off a bevy of little darlings. 
He sure didn't need to be here asking, risking the 
loss of one.

Then again, there was little risk there. She couldn't 
lock Penny up, or have him locked up for asking. What 
was the harm in asking, and maybe he loved watching a 
helpless mother sweat after telling her what he'd be 
doing with her daughter, and he did by revealing his 
porn connection. A mother would have to be an idiot 
not to see what he was really after. 

He certainly wasn't sweating anything - sitting there 
- Mr. Cool - showing off in front of Penny. She had to 
think that was ultra-cool what he said and got away 
with saying. That was cool. Even Marsha had to admit 
that. No other boy his age would have the balls to say 
those things to a girl's mother, then sit there like a 
cocky little fucker and eye her like a flesh 
commodity.

She was thankful he didn't keep on and was smart 
enough to let that barrage set in and simmer. Had he 
gone on, at some point, she would have to get angry, 
run him off, and make idle threats which they both 
knew were idle as hell. If he didn't flip her off and 
laugh on his way out, he would certainly tell her 
exactly what was in store for Penny. No doubt a dirty 
uncle was, possibly a few dirty buddies, maybe a dog. 
Anything was possible with a guy like that with a 
nephew like Mark. Marsha wanted to remain on good 
terms. She didn't want anything happening to Penny out 
of spite. Whatever was in store could always be made 
worse.

With those thoughts in mind, and with her coffee now 
in a cup, Marsha faced him to offer him the front view 
with arms folded under her breasts to sip her coffee 
while he looked her over and she pretended to be 
thinking over his request. He could sure look a gal 
over and make her feel like raw, naked, meat on a 
hook.

He stared right at her crotch and said, "You do have 
the legs for Legs."

Marsha finished sipping before saying, "Can we stick 
to the issue at hand, which is what you have in mind 
that involves my daughter and a man they call the porn 
king."

"I told you. We want nudie pictures. I can get them, 
but I would rather not do that behind your back. I 
like looking at your back, but I prefer looking at 
your front. I can easily picture you naked. You are a 
very sexy woman - easy on the eyes. The legs are 
awesome. Like my uncle says, great legs make a great 
pussy of themselves. He says leg men are actually 
pussy men, but he couldn't call his place Pussy. Cunt 
was out of the question. He says most women hate that 
word, but most men prefer cunt over pussy. What do you 
call it?"

"Vagina."

"VAGINA! What are you, a doctor? Nobody calls pussy a 
vagina these days. When your cunt itches do you go, 
'Damn! I gotta scratch my vagina.' If a dog comes over 
and starts sniffing between your legs, do you go, 
'Stop sniffing my vagina, you bad doggie.'"

Penny almost laughed but used a hand cupped to the 
mouth to stop the giggle from becoming a laugh. Marsha 
gave him a hard stare while taking a long sip, then 
brought the cup down and said, "Okay, you've made your 
point. That has happened to me a few times, and I 
didn't use the term vagina. I now recall that I said, 
'Get your damn nose out of my cunt, you stupid mutt.'"

He smiled and so did Penny, awed that he got her mom 
to say cunt and admit that dogs like to sniff her 
cunt. Grandma's dog sure does. A few times was more 
like a few thousand. Marsha's candid response gave 
Mark renewed confidence as she was sure it would. He 
now knew he'd get the pictures he wanted and the 
mother wouldn't be a problem. 

He sensed that nothing would be much of a problem for 
her as long as Penny wasn't hurt. He didn't see any 
concern. She wasn't worried, so he drew Penny over and 
had her hop up and straddle one thigh then settle back 
in the crook of his right arm while he stroked her 
bare legs with the left hand from knee to crotch. He 
saw that he was right. She still wasn't worried, but 
Penny was.

While massaging Penny in the crotch to get her to 
relax, Mark looked to the mother and said, "So, you 
have a problem with dogs sniffing your cunt. Penny was 
telling me about that, about one in particular, her 
granny's dog. Is that your mother's dog, the English 
Sheepdog. What's his name - Shep?"

Penny had turned red for telling tales, that or for 
allowing a nasty boy to play with her pussy in front 
of her mom. He was inside the panties, now, playing 
with it, fingering it, being a cocky little fucker. 
Marsha was tempted to put a stop to that, but knowing 
where this was all headed, she let it go and simply 
said, "Yes, that's my mother's watch dog. She's a 
lonely widow. I think they are closer than they should 
be. Somebody taught him some very naughty habits. He 
does seem to be smitten with me. Maybe he is tired of 
Mom and thinks Penny is too small, but he seems to 
think I'm just right. Anyway, it is very embarrassing. 
I'm not surprised she told you. It is also very 
amusing. This is all very amusing, but can we get back 
to your request. What is it exactly that you want?"

"You don't really want to know. All you care about is 
that she'll be safe, that she likes what we do, and 
that she always returns home happy with no marks or 
bruises, willing to go again. If that's the case, you 
don't care what we do. In fact, once we earn your 
trust and confidence, you won't care how long we keep 
her. In time, we can also come get her any time we 
want, as long as we demonstrate that we always bring 
her back safe and sound and take good care of her 
while we have her."

"Us being you and your porn king uncle."

"Me and Uncle Rick and a bunch of his business 
associates. She'll get lots and lots of attention, 
especially the part my finger is in. You can see what 
part my finger is in, can't you?"

She could quite clearly, and could see that he had 
Penny fully relaxed though terribly excited. She was 
loving this and was very surprised that it was allowed 
to go this far. Her mom didn't look at all upset. In 
fact, she seemed to like it. Nothing he said or did 
bothered her, and when he said that, she smiled before 
saying, "I believe that's her cunt you have your 
finger in."

"It is, and doesn't she look happy?"

"We all get that look when we get a finger in our 
cunts."

"Or a dog's tongue."

"Or a dog's tongue, or a dog's cock, or a man's cock. 
Does that make you happy?"

"You left out us boys. Don't you think I have a cock 
that can make you happy?"

"I know you have one that can make you happy, and you 
should be happy with what you've got."

Marsha came over and took a seat in the chair that 
faced his and could now see much better. She could 
easily reach out and touch it, and did reach out to 
stroke the nearest girl leg from mid-thigh to the 
crotch, lending her support to a finger fucking while 
watching and saying, "You got what you came for. I 
will let you take her and do whatever you like. You 
would anyway, and I'm glad this won't be done behind 
my back. I do appreciate your candor and openness, but 
if you want the right to keep her as long as you like, 
or to come get her whenever you like, you will need to 
win my trust and confidence. 

"Right now, I'm willing to let her go for no more than 
twenty-four hours. We'll see how that goes, but I'm 
warning you, don't even be one minute late, and she 
better be happy, and she better not have a mark on 
her, and she must want to go back. If all those 
conditions are met, we'll try it again, and again, and 
again until I am completely comfortable with not 
imposing any time limits. If we can agree on that, 
I'll work with you. If we can't, I'll fight you. I'm 
sure your uncle doesn't want that."

"No, he doesn't. He doesn't want any trouble. He just 
wants your sexy daughter. When he sees you, he'll want 
you for Legs. Let's talk about that."

Still massaging leg, Marsha said, "We can talk about 
it, but I have never done any dancing. I can dance, 
but not on stage by myself. I'm not saying I would, 
but I'm willing to talk about it. I assume you've been 
there and seen the women perform."

"Since I was eight."

"Do they get naked or do they dance in some sort of 
skimpy costume?"

"Buck-naked. Why, are you bashful?"

"No, not really, but I have never been naked in 
public. What are the men like? Do they behave? Are 
they rude? Are they allowed to touch the dancers?"

"Yes and no, but we have big bouncers for when things 
go too far. Uncle Rick lets them go a little ways, but 
when they drag a dancer off the stage and try to fuck 
her, the bouncers get involved. The men know better, 
so that doesn't happen very often. With you it might."

"Why me?"

"Men will look at you and want to fuck you, especially 
when you're the new monkey in the zoo. A guy can 
usually get in a few strokes, and with something as 
fine as you, a few strokes is worth getting bounced 
out. That's all they do is bounce them out for the 
night."

"That isn't much of a deterrent."

"He doesn't want to deter it that much. The customers 
like being able to sample the cunts that tease them. 
Besides, it's all for sale in the back room. A guy has 
the right to get a sample."

"I see how he makes his killing."

"That's how you make yours, too. You look like you'd 
be a great fuck. You should do great if you fuck as 
good as you look."

Marsha smiled and then pulled the front of Penny's 
panties down to fully see the pussy. Since she wanted 
a good look, Mark got his hand out of the way. 
Together they looked. Typical undeveloped pussy, 
rather plump, rather wet, red from too much 
excitement, a reddish, wet slit between her legs 
looking awfully tight. 

Marsha said, "I probably shouldn't ask. The less I 
know the better, but I must ask. Will your uncle be 
making a killing off of this pussy, or is this for his 
personal enjoyment? I'm not asking because I want a 
cut. I would want no part of that. I'm just curious."

"Yeah, he'll make a killing, at least he will if he 
can keep her for long stretches. He can't sell any 
pussy when she's with you."

Marsha ran her finger through the swollen slit while 
saying, "What you're saying is, once he wins my trust 
and confidence, I won't be seeing much of her."

"Not much. Business is business. He'll take advantage 
of your generosity, and he'll get all he can out of 
this cunt while the getting is good. I'm just telling 
it to you straight. I doubt she'll complain. She loves 
getting her cunt fucked."

"That's the nature of a cunt. We all love it, but 
let's get back to talking about my cunt and mining 
that gold mine you say is between my legs. How much 
can I make in a week? Give me a ball park figure."

"I don't know, a grand in the beginning. After a few 
months, maybe half that. Depends on how good you are 
and how generous you are. You may not want any of this 
action, but the nicer you are, the nicer Rick will be 
to you. While he has Penny, you'll get a bigger cut of 
what you earn."

"That figure you quoted, is that with or without 
Penny?"

"Without. With, we may be talking double."

"I like that. There's an incentive to be nice and 
generous over long stretches. I think I'm going to try 
this. Tell your uncle I'm interested, and to show my 
good faith, let's make it forty-eight hours. Tell him 
I said to enjoy a sample, a good sample."

"I'll do that. Kiss this pussy good bye and I'll be on 
my way."

Marsha smiled then delivered the kiss, a good, long 
French one that made Penny giggle. Then they were gone 
and Marsha forgot all about weeds. She didn't forget 
about her frothy cunt. She wailed on that fucker while 
leaning back against the front door with her shorts 
and panties down around her knees. From that day 
forth, things were very very different. Thar's gold in 
them thar shorts.

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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