A Lover for Lauren's Teacher

by Arachnophile

Back home, Lauren resumed her normal life; that is, the one between porn assignments. She had banked the salary she earned in her hardcore work. (It was more than double what she had been paid for simulations and for softcore.) She helped her mom vacuum the living room, did the laundry, and then cleaned her bedroom. In North America in 2214, a girl her age, almost 9, performing sexually on camera for pay was not so unusual an occurrence. In regard to child sexuality, Western society had come a long way in the previous 200 years.

It had been recognized that children were sexual, though not all of them all of the time and most of them at different times. The draconian sex laws, such as those found in the former United States of America in the 21st century, that characterized Western notions about sex had largely been banished in the successor North American Federation due to the weight of popular opinion and the results of social scientific study. With the proper safeguards in place, it was reasoned, children could be sexually active even before the age of 10. Lauren Sanderson was just such a child.

Lauren resumed studying with her tutor, Alicia. The young woman rarely made reference to the precocious little girl's sex work, but after her first hardcore effort, the teacher thought she should be solicitous.

"Well, Lauren, how do you feel after your ... recent ... performance?"

Surprised that Alicia would mention it, Lauren answered, "I'm ... I'm okay; I feel okay ... Thank you for asking."

Touched by her teacher's concern, she impulsively leaned over and kissed her cheek. Lauren really liked Alicia and was sexually attracted to her. She daydreamed about Alicia holding her and kissing her. Sometimes in her idle moments, she imagined the young woman making love to her. As Alicia never responded to Lauren's very oblique and tentative overtures, the girl concluded that her tutor saw her only as a pupil and not a potential lover. Lauren's assessment, however, was inaccurate.

For her part, Alicia recognized Lauren's attraction to her. It pleased her on the one hand but on the other, it made her sad. Alicia had wondered for some time whether or not she should act on her desire for the child. Deciding it would not be proper, the overly fastidious young woman refrained, and so had kept her desire hidden.

Not only Lauren, but the whole family would have been surprised to know that Alicia was attracted to the girl, so reserved was she. When in their previous conversation about sex and relationships Bess Sanderson advised Alicia to "go for it," she didn't know that "going for it" might have included approaching her daughter!

Not that it would have dismayed Lauren's parents at all. The entire family was highly sexed. Alicia found it a bit daunting, truth be told, but each of them was always respectful of Alicia's privacy and sense of propriety.

Alicia brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, a gesture that betrayed her discomfort. She had told herself that her initial attraction to the girl was because of her over-the-top sexuality and was something she just needed to get over. The more she thought of Lauren, however, the more deeply Alicia desired her.

"Your dad said you did very well ..."

Lauren suddenly started to feel shy around her teacher. They almost always limited their discussions to her school work. She dropped her eyes and replied, "Yeah ... well ... I guess so ..."

Alicia reached out to touch Lauren's face. She suddenly felt as if she had violated the little girl's privacy and was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable ... shall we turn our attention to your science lesson?"

"Okay ..."

Lauren opened her reader and pressed the button that projected the pages onto the blank wall in the study. They would address the four fundamental forces in the universe: the strong force, the weak force, the electromagnetic force, and gravity. Lauren was a good student. She was naturally curious and wanted to know how everything worked. Alicia was a good teacher and inspired her pupil. For Alicia, the only problem was that her student inspired her in a carnal way!

After 15 minutes or so of reviewing her science work, Lauren said, "Alicia ..."

"Yes, Lauren?"

"I ... I didn't think you liked to talk about my work so I didn't know what to say."

Alicia turned away from the screen to look at her little charge. What Lauren said was true: she was not comfortable discussing that aspect of the girl's life. Was it jealousy? Was it fear of her desire in general and specifically her desire for the little girl that was her student?

"Lauren, I ... I really don't know what to say either. I should not have made reference to it except that I'm interested in, and concerned about, anything that might ... affect your scholastic performance."

It wasn't a lie; Alicia cared a great deal about Lauren's academic work even though it had never been the case that her modeling and film work caused any problem for the child. It was Alicia's internal conflict that was the cause of her reticence to converse with the little girl about her "occupation."

"Oh ... okay ... I think I'm doing all right. You don't have to worry, Alicia," Lauren said to her teacher. Alicia forced a smile as she replied, "Yes; you're right. I shouldn't worry."

Teacher and pupil both turned their attention to the large-scale display on the wall of the study. Focused on the lesson, Lauren didn't see the tear drop trickle down her teacher's cheek. The moment that she surreptitiously wiped the tear away, Alicia resolved to do something about how she felt.

The attractive honey blonde attendant in the elegant long black dress holding the computer tablet opened the door and smiled at the young woman standing in the doorway. Feeling shy and looking nervous, she had just rung the bell and explained to the answering voice that she had an appointment. "How do you do, Ms. Camberwell? Please ... come right this way."

Alicia looked ill at ease in the place, as one would expect of a "first timer," but then, she was always uncomfortable meeting new people. She had cultivated a rather poor self-image, one that kept her from seeing her obvious charms: her large breasts, slim waist, and full, sensual thighs and bottom as well as her long, curly dark hair.

Oblivious to her allure, the voluptuous young woman failed to detect the attention she garnered from both men and women. This lack of perception caused her to feel awkward in social situations. Though masterful when engaging with the tools of academia, she was sorely lacking in the emotional attributes needed for social success.

But she had her needs. Being around the sexually-charged Sandersons had made her feel erotically unfulfilled. Though she did not feel herself ready for the strategies and compromises of a "relationship," she still needed to be sexual, to be physically connected to someone.

That is what led her to make the appointment at the brothel in the beautiful arts center district that was the heart of the old city of Detroit to which she had come that day. She was taking three consecutive days for herself while Lauren was away on a modeling assignment. She accepted that she could not be close to the child, that it would not be acceptable. An "old-fashioned" sentiment to be sure; but there it was.

Also, the girl seemed to belong to everybody! She had a growing fan base that cut across quite a few demographic strata. She was esteemed for her intelligence and acting ability. (The little porn star was even offered a role in a non-erotic film. She and her agent had seriously considered taking up the offer before deciding that it was premature.) She was a role model for a certain type of young girl, one whose family encouraged responsible early sexual behavior. And, of course, she had male fans from 8 to 80! She even appeared on the cover of venerable Playboy Junior magazine in a skimpy bathing suit!

If she could not, or would not, have Lauren, Alicia could still procure for herself a partner if only for an afternoon; hence her appearance at the upscale, popular, and justly famous child brothel.

Dorianne LaBelle-Chavous, the "Madame" of the establishment, took Alicia gently by the arm and spoke softly to her as they took a tour of the lush well-kept garden in the building's spacious courtyard.

Dorianne suggested they might sit for a while by a bubbling fountain to discuss Alicia's visit.

All around them Alicia observed women holding the hands of beautifully coiffed and attired little girls as they walked among the flowers, trees, and hedges. Some had stooped to kiss their diminutive escorts while others reached beneath a child's garment to bestow a caress upon some intimate part of her body.

"This is your first time, I take it, Alicia? If I may call you 'Alicia' ...?"

"Oh, yes ... please do. And, yes, it is my first time." The young woman blushed.

"I thought as much. Well, we have many delights here," she said as she gestured to the activity going on around them. "We cater to most tastes, so long as they are in 'good taste.'" After a short pause, Dorianne said, "Tell me, Alicia, what brought you here?"

Alicia was a bit startled to be asked. Seeing her discomfort, Dorianne, sought to put her at ease. Gently laying a hand on the young woman's arm, she said to her, "I ask not to pry but only so that I may advise you as to how you might enjoy your visit to the utmost."

The young woman lifted her eyes to look directly into the Madame's face. Summoning her courage, as she was hesitant to reveal anything about herself that was personal, she said, "I'm in love with a little girl; my nine year old pupil, actually. I'm a private tutor. She is highly sexed as are her parents. I've wanted to tell her how much I desire her but I feel ... I guess ... constrained by the ethical issues ... you know ... between a teacher and a student."

Dorianne slowly nodded her head. She listened intently to Alicia, hoping to communicate her sympathy and her understanding. Alicia continued to speak.

"But it's not just that. I'm also kind of shy anyway when it comes to those things. I don't have much experience. I know I would feel awkward and clumsy and then I'd get embarrassed. It would be terrible for me."

A knowing, compassionate smile played across Dorianne's features as she suggested, "Perhaps you can gain the necessary experience here. Our girls are known for their intuitive sympathy, high level of erotic skill, and for the kind of wisdom that belies their years."

Looking past Alicia to something that had just caught her attention, Dorianne whispered, "Oh, look!"

Alicia turned in the direction to which the Madame had inclined her head to see a long-haired blonde girl no more than 12 years old who was lifting the front of her long, white dress to give a tall, dark-haired woman access to her sex. After gently touching the child's cleft, the woman raised her fingers to her nose, inhaling the girl's scent. As Dorianne and Alicia watched, the pretty little girl laughed sweetly as she dropped the front of her dress back down. The woman then casually took the child's hand and resumed their stroll.

Turning back to Alicia, she said, "And, as you can see, they are lovely and accommodating, too!" Alicia laid her hand upon Dorianne's and squeezed it gently but firmly. Dorianne responded by touching Alicia's right cheek while planting a kiss on her left!

This made Alicia smile. 'This place is so beautiful! And this woman is kind and so pleasant and so caring,' she thought. 'I was right to come here.'

They arose and walked toward the big house, arm in arm.

"And so the girl, your pupil, is around nine years old, you say?"

"Yes, she's an adorable little thing ..."

"Well, I think we may have just the girl for you ..."

Alicia was seated in a bedroom on the second floor. The room was light and airy. The attendant had opened the blinds and drawn the sheer lace curtains. The room was tastefully decorated with Tiffany-style lamps, prairie-style furniture, and old-fashioned wallpaper. It was a virtual reproduction of a late twentieth-century establishment. The bed had brass fixtures and the writing desk and chairs had an antique look to them, as they were painted in the "distressed" style so popular at the time. The floor was hardwood with attractive oblong throw rugs. The dresser against the far wall had an oval mirror as its centerpiece.

After their walk in the garden, Dorianne turned Alicia over to the attendants in the spa attached to the house. The young woman was bathed tenderly and massaged sensually with subtle mint-scented oils to relax her and to help her re-connect with her body. At her request, the attendants carefully removed her pubic hair and treated the area with soothing skin cream.

Outfitted with a terry cloth white robe, soft slippers, and a wide, elastic headband, Alicia was escorted to the beautifully appointed room wherein she sat. On the table were lavishly illustrated tomes on the related subjects of lesbian desire, the joys of woman-girl love, and what to expect when visiting a child brothel.

After thumbing through them for a few minutes, Alicia stood up to explore the room. She found a hand-carved cabinet that contained an extensive variety of dildos and lubricants. On the table near the cabinet was a selection of drinks including spring water, chilled fruit juices, fine wines, and even a bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of cracked ice!

Dorianne had asked if she might select a girl for Alicia and the young woman had assented. She would trust the Madame of the house to present her with someone not only attractive and skilled but patient and kind. Alicia needed tenderness and sympathy to feel comfortable. She needed to be understood and to feel accepted.

Although she was expecting someone, she was mildly startled by the soft rapping at the door. Heart pounding, she was unsure whether or not she should speak when the door opened and a pretty little girl of nine entered the room.

"Alicia?" she enquired in a voice both melodious and controlled.

"Ye-es ..." Alicia stammered, blushing.

Smiling in a mature, composed way, the lovely child closed the door gently and introduced herself, "My name is Ariana. Dorianne thought we might enjoy passing the time together."

Alicia stood still as the girl slid her shoulder bag to the floor and then stepped up to her and kissed her on the cheek. She took Alicia's right hand and placed it on her face. 'She feels so soft to the touch,' was Alicia's first thought.

Ariana was 4' 8" tall and weighed 71 lbs. The child had long light brown hair piled atop her head, revealing a long, slender neck as beautiful and graceful as a swan's. She had big eyes and naturally coral-colored lips. The hint of roses in her cheeks was set off nicely by her alabaster skin.

To Alicia, she was truly a vision of loveliness; Dorianne hadn't exaggerated! Fascinated by her beauty, Alicia let the girl take her by the hand and lead her to the bed, where she bid her lie down. Ariana was dressed in a shell-pink, half-length kimono bathrobe and matching thong. She had no make-up and no earrings. Around her neck was a simple pendant of semi-precious pink solar quartz in a tasteful silver setting on a silver chain.

As the 24 year old woman lay on her back in the center of the king-sized bed, the girl climbed up to kneel on Alicia's right side near her shoulder. As she watched the girl expectantly, Ariana leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of Alicia's head for balance. She bent down and began to kiss the shy young woman all over her face. Alicia closed her eyes and let the child explore her face and neck with her lips.

Feeling the gentle pecks, and the soft moistness of the girl's lips, Alicia felt all tension drain away. As the little girl ministered to her, the woman dimly perceived that she had embarked upon a journey into a world of erotic delight that she scarcely guessed had existed.

Ariana interspersed her kisses with gentle stroking of Alicia's face and neck. The little girl ran her fingers through the woman's thick, dark hair, massaging her scalp in the process, relaxing her more with every touch. Alicia sighed.

The child now carefully, gently opened Alicia's robe, allowing her access to the woman's lovely, full breasts. Ariana loved big tits, so this was a treat for her! She reverently kissed the nipples causing Alicia to moan. Alicia felt the coolness and heaviness of the quartz pendant traveling across her breasts as the lovely little girl kissed and caressed them.

After a few minutes more of this, Ariana suddenly rose up and undid her hair, letting it fall down her flat nine year old chest. Leaning forward, she let her hair brush the exposed breasts of her client. Alicia started to squirm ever so slightly.

The child prostitute took first one of the woman's breasts in her two hands, massaging them with her thin, supple, and strong fingers, then the other. She ran her tongue around the areoles, teasing Alicia. She tossed her hair, covering Alicia's face with her tresses. She ran her little hands slowly and sensually down the front of the woman's body, resting them on her belly. Ariana then bent over and licked all around Alicia's navel, electrifying her. The woman was excited by the girl's progress toward her sex.

Alicia was already wet, her vulva glistening in light of the bedroom. Ariana was pleased that she could smell Alicia's sex. It was validation of her performance, of her sincere lovemaking. Ariana loved most of the women to whom she was assigned. Her own mother loved little girls and had revealed her proclivity to her daughter. She explained to the child the consequences of sexual deprivation, the loneliness of her singular desire, and the frustration of unrequited love for female children. There was also the knowledge that, even if attained, no little girl lover will stay a little girl for very long.

Julia Estes-Komarovskaya, Ariana's mother, had started going to child brothels before her own daughter was born. She had told Ariana all about it when the little girl was seven years old and how it had saved her from almost literally going mad. The knowledge of how her mother had felt deeply impressed her young daughter. When Ariana was almost 8 years old, she asked her mother if she might become a child prostitute, one that would help keep other women from going mad, as her mother put it.

Her mother was disinclined to allow her daughter to engage in sex so soon but what could she do? She had confessed her desire and would be hypocritical in the eyes of her child if she forbade her. Julia, therefore, undertook to have Ariana (the girl's real name) trained by Dorianne LaBelle-Chavous. It was Dorianne, after all, who had received Julia at the Cirque d'Amour (Circus of Love) and provided her with the little girl companions that she so craved. Ariana proved to be an apt pupil.

Ariana was now ready to explore the woman's vulva and to pleasure her to the utmost of her ability. She gently parted Alicia's legs and positioned herself between them, lying on her belly. She could see how wet Alicia had become and felt proud that she had evoked such a response. It was time to return the "compliment."

"Your sex is so beautiful, Alicia; and the scent is maddening! I could spend hours admiring your shape and texture and taking in your aroma ..."

Alicia began to tremble upon hearing the beautiful little prostitute's admiration of her private parts. Soon the child would be caressing, kissing, and licking her. The mere thought of what was to come was almost enough to make her climax at the first touch!

The woman started involuntarily when Ariana place her hands inside Alicia's thighs and on either side of her moist vulva.

"Don't be afraid, Alicia," the calm little girl said to her client as she spoke the mantra she had been trained to recite. "I will be giving you pleasure with my touch. Relax yourself ... give yourself over to sensual pleasure ... immerse yourself in the satisfaction of your desire ... you are beautiful ... you deserve to be loved ..."

The little girl's soothing voice was like a narcotic, like a balm. Yes, Alicia had deprived herself for too long; yes, she had even denied that she wanted, let alone needed, pedophilic pleasure; and yes, she had thought herself unworthy of love. Now, this sweet, sweet child was exorcising all those demons. More than simply providing pleasure for a fee, she was teaching Alicia what it meant to be physically and sensually alive.

Ariana gently inserted a finger into the gooey wetness of Alicia's vulva. The woman struggled mightily to remain still. The girl rubbed the inside gently, in a circular motion. Alicia was being taken on an intense, wildly erotic ride! Just when she was ready to scream, the little girl withdrew; the better to prolong her pleasure!

To make certain that Alicia knew her sex was truly desirable, Ariana smacked her lips as she sucked the cream from her little fingers and made a yummy sound. Upon aural confirmation that her fears about her smell and taste were groundless, Alicia relaxed.

Ariana then dipped two fingers in between the lips of the woman's molten sex. She then gently moved the fingers upward to stroke Alicia's sensitive "G-spot." The young woman audibly groaned as the child manipulated that sensitive area one to three inches inside her vagina.

"Ohh ... ohhh ... Ariana ... ohh ... oh!"

Satisfied that Alicia was now attuned to her own pleasure, the child whore put her mouth on the woman's sex. She started by taking her labia between her lips and gently pulling on them, one at a time. She went back and forth, tempting and teasing Alicia.

Having "warmed up" her client, Ariana now took a different tack. She now homed in on the woman's pleasure center: the clitoris.

The child gently parted Alicia's labia and inserted her tongue into the vagina as far as it would go and then started to lick upward. The tip of the little girl's tongue soon found Alicia's "love button!" To help her along, Ariana inserted an index finger into the woman's rectum. The result was electrifying!

"Oh, Ariana! Oh, my dear! Ohhh ...!" Alicia cried. The child was driving her mad with delight!

For her part, Ariana enjoyed pleasuring women orally. Not long after her introduction to lesbian love, she became fascinated by the workings of the female body "down there." This included the anus. Normally, children see that part of the body as "dirty" and don't think much about it let alone look at it or touch it.

Ariana learned early from her mother that when clean, the anus is much more sensitive than the vagina and can be a source of pleasure. A curious child, Ariana began to explore her body with her fingers. Because she was possessed of a helping nature, she wished to share what she'd learned. Hence, her current occupation!

Alicia reached a thundering climax from the little girl's performance of cunnilingus with the additional anal stimulation. Of course, one would expect that she'd be an expert but Ariana was much more than mechanically sound. She truly wanted to reach deep into a client's heart and touch her there in a way that made her happy. Not ecstatic, not orgasmic, though they were the desired focus of her activity; but rather "happy" when it was all over, as a kind of by-product.

The woman was gripping the bed sheets tightly in her fists as she came. Her hips were lifting and twisting. Her eyes were screwed shut and she emitted almost strangled sounds from deep in her throat. She had masturbated satisfactorily before; she'd experienced wonderful climaxes ... but nothing like this. The nine year old girl that was her "assigned" lover had taken sexual pleasure to a new level for her.

Ariana was experienced enough to know when to back off, to let her clients come down, as it were, from their intense orgasms. As Alicia was calming, the little girl moved from between her legs to her side. She gently kissed the woman's face as she returned more or less to consciousness.

Alicia opened her eyes and looked at the smiling, beautiful little girl on her knees next to her. 'You precious creature!' she thought.

"How do you feel, Alicia?" Ariana inquired as she stroked the woman's face and hair.

Before the woman answered, Ariana was suddenly remembering the time three years before when she was only six years old when she had first seen her mother with one of her little girl lovers. The 10 year old girl, Samantha Hardesty, was the daughter of the local magistrate.

Samantha was a quiet girl, well-behaved, and familiar to everyone in the little town outside Ottawa where they lived. Julia, Ariana's mother, was first intimate with her when Samantha's mother went to the hospital to give birth to their third child. (Samantha's younger brother, Ian, who was Ariana's age, had died in an accident the year before.)

Barbara Hardesty was terribly worried about Samantha as the time grew closer. Because it was a difficult and problematic pregnancy, she would be in hospital for at least a week. Barbara had prevailed upon her neighbor to watch the girl. Julia was more than happy to help Barbara. She liked Samantha, as did Ariana.

That day, Ariana had been out riding her bicycle. When she returned home, she heard her mother moaning in one of the upstairs rooms. Concerned, thinking her mother might be ill, Ariana ran quickly up the carpeted stairs but then stood as if frozen in the doorway as saw both her mother and Samantha naked on the bed. Samantha was lying on her tummy with her face between Julia's legs.

Ariana didn't quite know what was going on but she was sure her mother was in no danger. Since she hadn't been seen (Julia's eyes were closed), she sat down on the floor outside the room to listen and to sneak peeks at her mother and the tall, freckle-faced strawberry blonde girl who seemed to want to put her mouth on the place where her mother peed!

"Samantha," she heard her mother say, "That was wonderful, dear; just wonderful."

"I'm glad you liked that, Mrs. Estes," Samantha responded. Ariana looked in to see Samantha wiping her mouth with her forearm.

"Samantha, dear; it's Julia, please."

She looked in again and saw Samantha kneeling by her mother's upper body. The girl was bent over and stroking her mother's hair and pausing only to kiss her forehead.

"Samantha ... my darling, darling girl ..."

Her mother maintained an affair with Samantha for almost a year before the girl and her family moved away. It was then that Julia took her daughter into her confidence and told her all about Samantha and about her love of little girls. A year and a half later, Ariana was training at "The Cirque" with Dorianne.

Alicia smiled at Ariana as she answered, "I feel wonderful, Ariana; just wonderful!" Ariana smiled back at her.

"We should perhaps rest a bit before we continue. Will that be all right?" the girl asked.

Alicia nodded eagerly. All the tension had left her body. She felt free and light as a feather. She propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts falling only slightly to the sides of her rib cage. Her nipples were still swollen with desire.

"I'll get you something to drink. Will champagne be to your liking?" Ariana inquired.

Alicia nodded again, "Yes, that would be fine." The young woman did not normally drink alcohol but this was a special occasion and she was feeling uninhibited. The attractive little girl with the open kimono and pretty, matching thong returned to the bed with two glasses of the sparkling wine. She had placed a fresh strawberry in each glass.

As they drank their champagne, Ariana saw that Alicia's eyes were drawn to her light pink thong, thinking, no doubt, about the treasure within. 'I'll tease and please her when the time comes,' she thought.

Ariana asked Alicia about herself. Alicia explained how she got her position with the Sandersons as a private tutor. She told Ariana about Lauren and how her desire for the girl led her to come to The Cirque. "Well, I'm very glad you did!" the cute little girl said, placing her long-stemmed glass on the nearby tabletop. "I'm glad I've gotten to know you."

She smiled at Alicia as she took off her kimono. Ariana then took Alicia's glass, "May, I?" she said, and set it down next to hers. She then opened the woman's robe all the way and helped her to remove it.

Ariana sat for moment, obviously admiring Alicia's heavy breasts, long dark hair, and beautiful olive skin. She spoke again to Alicia in her soft voice.

"Since you know that our encounter is being captured on video and that you may elect to have it erased or to keep or to give it away, I would like to ask if I may have a copy."

Alicia was surprised by the request and, incredulous, asked why, "Really? A video of me ..."

Ariana lay down next to Alicia and told her why in an attempt to dispel her needless self-deprecation.

"Of course, Alicia! You are very attractive and you have a deep sensuality, most of which hasn't yet come to the surface. My guess is that we look very nice together and I'm very attracted to you. And we've just begun to explore each other! I'd like to look at it when I rub myself, when I masturbate. I would hope you will do the same."

Alicia was delighted by what Ariana said. The girl had touched something deep inside her, which was exactly what the child had hoped to do. Even if Ariana were exaggerating, Alicia knew that she would think about herself in a different way, now. She might wish to have that vieo after all ...

The little girl then sat up and, leaning over, took Alicia's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. She thrust her tongue into the woman's mouth while running her fingers through her hair. No one had ever been so affectionate and tender with Alicia. Though not a virgin, she still knew very little firsthand about sex. The beautiful child prostitute wasn't just "servicing" her; she was seducing her!

Ariana then offered her nipples to Alicia. The woman reverently kissed them and ran her tongue around the areoles. Ariana let her know how good it felt.

"Umm ... that feels good!" she said. "Alicia, you're making me wet!"

With that, the girl got to her knees and pulled down her thong. When it was at mid-thigh, she lay back on the bed and lifted her legs in the air, knees bent, to remove them completely. She opened her legs so that Alicia could see her little cunt with its pretty pink slit.

"Would like to lick me here, Alicia?" she said, looking down at her sex.

"Yes, Ariana; yes!"

The sensual little girl then positioned herself with her pudendum over Alicia's face. Alicia was close enough to smell the seashell scent of the girl's vulva. She could see its moist opening. As she gently pulled the child toward her, she was able finally to taste and feel the little labia against her tongue.

For Alicia, it was ecstasy! She licked and sucked the soft, sweet flesh between the beautiful child's legs. She smeared her face with the girl's wetness, literally drinking her in! Ariana responded with a delightful little laugh and then a sigh as Alicia found her tiny clitoris. 'I want so much to make her cum!' she thought hopefully. She caressed Ariana's bottom as she flicked her tongue rapidly over the little nub at the top of the girl's vaginal opening.

Ariana was starting to lose control. She did not like to cum too often with clients. It tired her and it was too often without real affection, which she instinctively did not like. In Alicia's case, however, it was different. She was touched by the young woman's story as told to her by Dorianne. After meeting the shy Alicia, Ariana began to feel affectionate and protective toward her.

"I'm going to cum, Alicia," the child gasped. While still sitting on the woman's face, Ariana began to writhe and shake, grinding her sex into Alicia's nose and mouth. Alicia was thrilled to feel the precious creature reach orgasm with her. After she recovered, Alicia held the pretty girl close to her. They snuggled with Ariana pressing herself into the warmth of the woman's body.

After several minutes, the girl then got up and transferred their glasses to the small refrigerator against the wall and then returned to lie close to her client. As Ariana lay in Alicia's arms in the pleasantly warm sunlight, they fell asleep together.

Forty minutes later, Alicia woke up with a start, staring at the ceiling, momentarily unaware of where she was. Then she remembered Ariana and looked up. Sitting at the opposite end of the bed and smiling at her was the lovely little girl, still naked and with her legs spread.

The nine year old prostitute reached for her champagne glass and picking the piece of fruit from it inserted it between the lips of her sex. As it disappeared into her vagina, she poured just the tiniest stream of the cold golden bubbly liquid over her vulva. Having gotten Alicia's attention, the little coquette called to her.

"Alicia, come get the strawberry for me ..."she said pointing to her moist sex and giggling softly. "I seem to have lost it!"

Alicia was trembling slightly as she crawled on all fours to nestle between Ariana's slim, lovely legs. The child took one of her labia between her fingertips and pulled it open. The woman crooked an index finger, intending to fish the strawberry out of the girl's pussy when Ariana said, "With your tongue and teeth!"

Alicia looked up at the girl and smiled. She dropped her head and began to run her tongue up and down the diminutive whore's slit. She could taste the child's sex along with the fruit and the sparkling wine. Her little cunt had the faintest pussy smell and it was driving Alicia wild. First she licked the girl's labia clean of the champagne and then began to poke her tongue inside the vagina in search of the strawberry.

After more than a minute, Alicia raised her head to say, helplessly, "I can't reach it!"

Ariana laughed quietly and said, "Here, let me help you ..." With that, she pushed the strawberry half out of her sex with her vaginal muscles, offering it to Alicia. "There," she said, giggling, "does that help?"

Alicia sucked at the soft fruit and succeeded in taking it between her teeth. Unsure what to do with it, she looked up again at the girl.

Ariana smiled, set the champagne glass down once more, and said, "I'd like to eat it. Bring it to me and drop it into my mouth." She then leaned back and waited.

The woman crawled up to girl and hovering over her, was about to drop the strawberry into her mouth when Ariana reached up and pulled her down and locked lips with her. Alicia was wide-eyed as the girl French kissed her and swallowed the fruit almost in one motion. Ariana ran her tongue around in between Alicia's lips, causing the woman to whimper and moan with desire.

Ariana got up and gently pushed Alicia onto her back. The grown woman was completely helpless. She could only look at the sweet girl and sigh. The child got between Alicia's legs and inserting the three middle fingers of her right hand into her vagina, started lifting and shaking. Alicia had never felt anything like it!

The girl was using all her strength to touch inside the woman's wet sex and to stimulate her. Alicia felt herself cumming again.

"Ahh! ... Ohhh! ... Ohhhhhh!" she groaned. When her orgasm hit, she screamed and squirted.

Ariana slowed her manipulation of the woman's nether region until Alicia was relaxed and quiet. The girl spoke soothingly as she gently caressed her. Alicia hadn't been used to the intensity of their lovemaking. She was clearly also not accustomed to such loving care and such tenderness.

The lovely little girl lay down next to Alicia and snuggled up to her. Alicia hugged and kissed the pretty child.

"Ariana," she said, "You're so wonderful ... so wonderful ..." the girl returned the compliment.

"Alicia, you're very easy to be nice to. You're very sweet. I like you."

Overcome with desire for the girl, Alicia was emboldened to ask her, "Please kiss me, Ariana!"

The still nude little girl smiled and rolled over on top of the woman and pressed her lips to hers. Alicia closed her eyes and immersed herself in the child's touch, her warmth, and her scent. She reached up and embraced Ariana. Alicia stroked her long hair and told Ariana how happy she was with her in her arms. Ariana kept kissing Alicia all over her face.

It was then that the pendant around Ariana's neck began to glow and pulsate. Ariana told her it meant that Alicia had only 15 minutes more of Ariana's time. They had been together for almost two and a half hours. (The time Alicia slept was not counted against the two hours she had purchased.) For Alicia, it had been no time at all.

"Would you like to shower with me?" Ariana asked.

Alicia smiled at the sweet little girl that had stolen her heart.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I would."

As they stood together under the warm streaming water, Ariana soaped and rinsed her client tenderly, stopping momentarily to embrace her. Alicia stooped to kiss the sweet girl more than once.

Soon they had dried and dressed and were sitting on the bed.

"You don't have to rush, Alicia, even though I have to leave in a minute or so. Take your time; have something more to drink. You know we have a very nice restaurant on the top floor of the house ..."

Alicia didn't care for any food or drink. She wanted only to think about the beautiful little girl that had been her lover for the last two hours.

"I want the video of our time together," she said to Ariana as she stood up.

The girl smiled. She had put her thong back on and had wrapped the pretty kimono around her, cinching it with the silk belt. She got onto her tip toes, hugged, and kissed the woman.

"I'm so glad, Alicia. I'll enjoy watching it, too!"

Ariana slung her bag over her shoulder and faced the young woman. She smiled sweetly up at her client.

"I'm glad to have met you, Alicia. I hope you'll come back to see me again."

Alicia was fighting back tears as she said, "I loved being with you. You were wonderful ... just wonderful. And I will be back."

"Good-bye, Alicia. You can pick up the video at the desk on your way out or have it transferred it to any device you wish."

"Thank you. Good-bye, Ariana."

With that the nine year old girl who had pleasured Alicia beyond all expectation, and who had won her heart, turned and disappeared out the door. Alicia stood for a moment in the silence, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. She would be thinking about the beautiful child for a long time; certainly every day until she saw her again. With a sigh, she picked up her bag and left the room.

In the small room in the basement of the whorehouse that was assigned to her, Ariana quickly changed into her sea-green T-shirt, blue jeans, and white running shoes. The little girl pulled her long hair back into a pony tail, securing it with a simple elastic band after popping a fresh stick of chewing gum into her mouth.

Donning her pink and white school backpack, Ariana looked again at the clock on the mantel. She had promised her mother that she'd be home by 6:00 PM for dinner. She quickly grabbed her sun glasses with the cherry red heart-shaped frames, locked the door, and ran to catch the transporter car that was about to leave for the northern suburbs, tossing her kimono and thong into the laundry basket outside her door on the way out.