Little Sarah's Audition

by Lovinglittleones

She was a virgin when I met her. Well, most 10 year olds are aren't they? sweet and innocent with no cares in the world, and sex, well that's the last thing on their mind. That's how I always viewed little girls - normally. That is until I met her. She walked into the room where I was holding the auditions for the Christmas show, and I swear something happened to me in that moment that changed everything I had ever known. Let me describe her; just over 4ft, olive skin, deep blue eyes and dark blonde hair. She was the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life. She wore a blue eye shadow and pink shiny lip gloss which made her beautiful face even more perfect. She wore a short pleated skirt and long black socks which left her tanned legs bear from knee to thigh.

This girl was 10 years old and she screamed 'fuck me.' My pussy was soaking by the time she reached the table.

"Hi," she said beaming, "I'm Sarah."

I didn't care what she was called, I was already too busy staring at her trainer bra straps that were falling down her perfect soft shoulder. This led my eyes down onto her chest, where I noticed the most delicious little outlines of budding tits. My mind raced with images of her taking off her bra for me and gently feeding her pink puffy 10 year old nipples into my mouth.

I pulled myself together. What the fuck is going on? I thought, as my cunny began to ache for this angel that stood before me.

"If you just want to take a seat, we're still waiting for a few more to arrive."

She smiled back at me, "Sure, is this one OK?"

It was more than OK, it was perfect. She had chosen the seat opposite the table where I was sitting. I just sat and stared as she took her seat. My eyes wandered from her pinned-up hair, down her body, to her feet and back up again. I couldn't take it all in. Already I had formed a picture in my mind of what her young pussy would look like, what it would taste like. My clit ached and tingled as I imagined my hands all over her bronze thighs, sinking to my knees, lifting her short skirt up and unwrapping my prize.

Fuck me, I thought. What the hell has this girl done? I'm married, with kids! I would never have had these thoughts for a child before. But my thoughts were quickly replaced with those of Sarah telling me it was OK, I could eat her young pussy for as long as I wanted, she wouldn't tell. Oh my! What was I doing?

I looked towards her and couldn't believe my eyes, or my luck. She had not realised how short her skirt was, or that when she opened her young legs I could see the black knickers she had on. And as I stared harder I could make out the shape of her tight little pussy. Then she looked at me and smiled.

That smile did it. I couldn't hold on any longer.

"Sarah, will you be OK here? I'm just nipping to the bathroom."

"Sure, I'm fine," she smiled back.

Oh my, I wanted this little slut so bad, but was shot with guilt. But I had already decided that's what she looked like, a slut, and that was the image that followed me to the bathroom.

When I got there I couldn't pull my skirt up fast enough. I slammed the cubicle door behind me and leaned one arm against the wall. My other hand reached into my silk thong and found my soaking wet hole. My clit was burning as I furiously fucked myself, frigging two fingers in and out of my hole. I rested my head against the door, allowing my supporting arm to reach down into my bra and find my erect nipple which I twisted as hard as I could. My mind raced with images of my little angel. Her tight arse, her make up, her little tits, and I could almost hear her voice begging me to take her, to fuck her.

I rubbed myself to a screaming climax, cumming everywhere. Then I caught my breath. I didn't feel wrong, I knew I should have but I didn't. I just felt good. I adjusted myself and took a deep breath. Then I opened the cubicle door to find Sarah, standing and smiling.