Return Part One
Embezzler Part Two
by Leslie Schmidt
Katie looked straight into his eyes, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shift. It was blue and white horizontal stripes, made like a sleeveless polo shirt that reached down almost to her knees. She crossed her hands in front of herself and bunched it up at her waist, then pulled the dress over her head and shook out her short blonde hair. She put the dress on the chair next to her.
"Damn," Max said under his breath as he looked at the topless eight year old. She was still wearing panties, white cotton with pattern of female Marvel characters. Carl was amused to see that Wonder Woman was flying down from Katie's hip, her fist out and a big red "POW" was emblazoned right in her crotch.
Katie had about as athletic a body as any eight year old girl can have. Her shoulders and arms were muscular, her stomach flat as was her chest. Her nipples were small pink cones, no bigger than AAA size battery tops, her navel was a vertical oval. You could clearly see the shape of her stomach muscles and ribs. She looked Max straight in the eye with a matter of fact expression.
Max reached out and rubbed her left nipple with his right thumb.
"Have you ever had sex before?" he asked. His voice was scratchy.
"Nooo," Katie answered.
Max was leaning forward slightly. "Would you take my shirt off?"
Katie looked at her dad for reassurance (he tried to keep his face impassive, not show her how appalled he was to watch his daughter being molested). He gave her the slightest nod of his head. She reached forward and pulled up on Max's tee shirt.
Max was a fairly small man, maybe 5'8", 160 pounds. He didn't have much of a build, he'd never been much into athletics beyond par golf and mediocre tennis. In spite of it being early fall, his skin was pretty white, as were a few of the spray of hairs on his chest. Still, for a fellow a bit closer to 60 than 50, he was in reasonable shape-not a bad looking man. Seeing him without his shirt made Carl a little more conscious of his own developing thickness around the waist.
"Let's go over and sit on that chase lounge," he said, nodding toward a thickly padded lounge with a green pattern cushion. He stood up and led Katie over, Carl watched their bare backs as they walked. Max was head and shoulders taller than the third grader. Max turned and sat down, then patted the cushion next to him. Katie sat down and looked at her father with large eyes, he could see she was scared. He forced a small smile and nod, trying to reassure the girl that this was OK.
Max put his hand on the girl's knee.
"Have you ever kissed a guy before?" he asked in a low voice.
Katie was looking at him with a bit of a fearful expression. She looked at Carl, then laughed to herself.
"Well, daddy..."
"That's different," Max said. Then he took her chin and gently pulled her face up as he leaned over to her lips.
For a moment, Katie resisted, mainly because of surprise, but then she lifted her head and gave Max a peck on the lips. Max held her and pressed his lips back against hers, then slightly opened his mouth for his tongue.
Katie pulled back and giggled, glanced at her daddy, then back at Max.
"You've never frenched before?"
"Nooo...ooo..." she giggled.
He guided his face back to hers and her eyes got big when she felt his tongue. Again she giggled but she kept kissing the man. Carl was amazed to see her open her mouth to him. After a few seconds more she started to relax and, after that, she even lifted her hand up to the back of his neck.
Max let go of the girl's chin and dropped his hand to her chest. He started caressing one of her nipples, using the pads of his pointer and middle finger to massage her right nipple in a gentle circle. They kept kissing and Carl could see that Katie was beginning to breath a little deeper. After just a few more moments, Katie blew her breath out, a nervous exhalation that broke the kiss. She looked at Max with huge eyes. Her nipples had contracted to tight cones.
"Do you like that?" Max said quietly.
"Yeah," Katie half chuckled, have breathed.
Max lifted up and pushed his pants down under his ass, then around his knees. He was too nervous to have a hard-on, his dick was just a bit swollen. Katie looked down at him.
"Have you ever seen a man's penis?
Katie sort of chuckled. "Well, daddy...like...when he gets out of the shower."
Max took the girl's hand and pulled it to his cock. "Then you've never touched one before."
Katie wrapped her hand around it but stopped when she felt Max tense. "Does that hurt?"
"Oh no child," he half groaned. He directed her hand in stroking his cock.
Katie looked the cock in her hand. "Daddy's is bigger."
Both men gaffawed and Max looked at Carl with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "Well deary, it's fixin to get a lot bigger."
He turned to her and they started kissing again. He directed her hand up and down his cock, then went back to rubbing her nipples. His cock stiffened in her hand but Carl was amused to see that he really only had about five inches going and not even an inch of thickness.
Max dropped his hand along the child's belly and pushed his hand under her panties. At first Katie tensed, pressing her knees together, but then she made herself relax. She even spread her legs some and leaned back a little. Carl could see the outline of Max's finger moving where his daughter's silt would be. He was shocked that, in spite of himself, his own cock was loosening and he was just beginning to feel the pressure of blood around the base.
Max eased the eight year old back so she was now laying on her back. Carl could clearly see that Max was moving his finger up and down her slit and Katie, for her part, still had her hand wrapped around his cock and was rubbing it up and down.
It was really too bizarre, Carl was sitting no more than ten feet away while his eight year old little girl was being molested and raped by a man who was almost old enough to be her grandfather. Even more appalling was his reaction-Carl's own cock was swelling uncomfortably in his slacks, he even had to reposition it, pushing on the hard member so it wouldn't be pinched by the seam below the zipper.
He was also both disconcerted and relieved that Katie didn't seem at all upset. He'd feared that she'd start crying or try to run away, but she didn't. Obviously she felt uncomfortable and maybe a bit scared, but, typical for her, she took her fear and put it aside-controlled it and herself so things went well (and usually she ended up saying she had a great time).
Max lifted up, breaking the kiss, then shifted down and put his lips on one of Katie's little nipples. As he sucked her flat boyish chest she arched her back and pulled in her breath. She lifted one of her legs, taking her foot off the ground, and it swung unsteadily in the air for a moment before she put her heel on the edge of the chase lounge.
Max was fingering the opening of her vagina, Carl could see how his knuckle pushed out the fabric of her panties to put the tip of his middle finger at the entrance. Max knew that if he tried to push his finger inside the girl it would hurt...it took a while, several times over a week or two, to get a little girl's cunt relaxed and stretched enough for a proper finger fucking. It usually meant breaking their cherry too and that was usually traumatic for a girl (it had been for both of his daughters). He had assured Carl that he wouldn't deflower Katie...
Again, Max moved down but this time he had to slide off the chase lounge onto his knees. Katie had to let go of his dick and it bounced as he shuffled around on his knees.
"I've been naked for a while, time for you to lose the panties," he said.
Again, Katie stared at him with big eyes as he pulled down the elastic waist band uncovering the swelling of her vulva and thick pussy lips.
"Oh fuck, that's beautiful," Max said. He worked the panties out from under her ass, then moved them down to her knees.
"Carl," he said, turning his head, "your daughter has an awesomely beautiful pussy."
Carl had no idea what to respond and Katie giggled a bit.
Max pulled her panties free of her feet, then moved around so he was between the child's legs.
"You're going to kiss me there?" Katie said with big eyes as he lowered his lips to her sex.
From Carl's perspective the scene was really kind of comical. Max was on his knees, bent over with his ass sticking out, his nuts and hard cock hanging below. All Carl could see of his daughter was her legs sticking up on either side of Max's head as she waved her feet in the air. A couple of times he saw her hand as she ran it through his thinning hair. All was silent but for Katie's labored breathing and an occasional slurping noise as Max madly tongued the eight year old pussy.
After a minute or two, Katie's legs began to wave more and Carl could see her toes working as her breath was changing to gasps. He couldn't help it; he had to get a better look so he got up and walked around the couple, standing off to the side, where he could really see his boss perform cunnilingus on his preteen daughter.
Katie's eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. There were beads of sweat on her cheeks and her hair was getting damp at the roots. She opened her eyes and looked down at Max. He was looking over at Carl, smiling through his mouth full of pussy. Katie looked at her dad but then she closed her eyes and pushed her head back. Thirty seconds later she made five or six quick thrusts of her hips up into Max's face and her breath squeaked in her throat. She pushed her legs out straight, pushing down on Max's shoulders as she tried to straighten her torso, pointing her toes. She grunted and shoved her sex hard into Max's mouth as he pushed his tongue as deep into her vagina as he could, feeling her hymen stretching against it.
Carl was amazed as he watched his daughter cum-he had never thought that little girls could reach orgasm, assuming that, like boys, they couldn't really cum until puberty. Still, there was no question that Katie was having an intense orgasm, as intense as any woman he'd ever been with.
She whined and pushed Max away. "Oh, I just can't take that anymore," she whimpered.
Max straightened up, his cock now pointing out over the girl. Without saying anything, he lifted her legs up and, with his hands behind her knees, pushed them wide apart. Then he shuffled forward and laid his cock along her glistening wet slit. He let go of her legs, her feet were against his shoulders, and started rubbing his cock against her pussy.
Katie looked down at his cockhead, moving back and forth against her.
"Are you going to put it in me?" she asked nervously.
Max smiled at Carl, then down at Katie. "No honey, I promised your dad I wouldn't." Then he went back to stroking his dick along her furrow.
Katie's clit was swollen and red, her thick lips pulled open and, as Max pulled back, Carl could see her open inner lips and the pink passage with the crescent moon membrane across the back. Max rubbed his cock back and forth while also holding his cock half way down, directing the head along the girl's genitals. He was breathing hard now, definitely getting ready to cum and Katie was watching him, first nervously but then she started to look amused.
She bit her lips and pushed her crotch up, not an automatic movement but on purpose, making fun of Max. She looked at her daddy and was having trouble not laughing as Max started to groan. Again she looked at Max and she actually had to suppress a giggle. Then Max opened his eyes and, with an almost angry expression, he pressed his dickhead into the entrance to Katie's vagina.
She opened her eyes in alarm, thinking he was going to push it inside her, but he just held it there as he shivered and grunted while he stroked his shaft and came. Katie was shocked as she felt her sex being pumped full of sperm and soon a pool oozed around his dickhead and filled the creases around her clit ridge.
Max made two last strokes and pushes, then pulled back and looked down.
"Oh fuck that's sexy..." he breathed as a drop of goo strung out from his cock to the child's sex.
Katie tried to lift up so she could see between her legs and the effort caused a stream of sperm to squeeze out of her vagina and run down her ass crack.
Max looked up at Carl as he stumbled to his feet. More cum dripped off his cock and onto Katie's thigh. "Nothing sexier than a little girl's cunt filled with nasty," he said.
Carl didn't know what to say, all he could do was shake his head.
"From the time a woman is seven years old till she dies of old age, she is ready for action, and competent. As competent as the candlestick to receive the candle," Max said. "Mark Twain said that. And it's true, no matter what people think."
He stepped back and held out a hand to Katie. She took it and pulled herself up sitting.
"Enjoy that?" he asked.
Katie smiled up at him, then nodded.
"OK." He looked at Carl. "Your daddy and I have some work to do now, why don't you try a dip in the pool?"
Katie looked at her daddy.
"That would be fine dear," he said.
As Max walked back to the table and pulled his pants and shirt back on, Katie looked down at the water. Carl could see wetness working its way down the back of her thighs from her ass-Max's semen leaking out of her preteen womb. She walked to the stairs and stepped in, then went down them and pushed off, swimming out into the water.
Max and Carl sat at the table with Carl's laptop and a few stacks of paper.
"I've figured out how we're going to handle your...ah...indiscretions. I put a memo in your personnel jacket granting you certain commissions on certain types of accounts. Now," he used a password to open the accounting section of the corporate server, "all we have to do is go through your accounts on this side and change the payment type codes on your transfers. Bingo, they're regular payments, nothing unusual."
"But what about last year's?" Carl asked.
"Oh, we can switch that too. No one will ever notice-the audits were put to bed months ago. Ya know, you did a pretty good job of covering your tracks. If that bitch Isabella had a life she'd never had seen it."
He pointed and clicked on a number of tables, he was in the background of the accounting database. "Glad I took the time to learn SQL. I also know where the access logs are, I'll change those too so none of the IT cocksuckers will see we were here."
Carl knew the theory of what Max was doing, but not the mechanics and he certainly didn't have the access codes.
"And, since we're doing this on your laptop, if they ever get suspicious the evidence is here on you, not me," Max continued. "I need you to read of the account names and amounts so I can change the codes."
As they worked, Carl watched Katie. She was walking around in the shallow end of the pool, gesturing with her hands and having a conversation with herself, obviously working through something in her head. She never looked up at the men.
Carl and Max were so engrossed in their work that, at first, they didn't notice the naked preteen standing near them.
"Oh, honey," Max said. "Get a towel out of the cabinet," he pointed at the bar counter under the awning, "you'll get cold."
"Can I watch TV?" she asked, nodding her head at the window to the living room.
"Sure dear," Max said.
She went and got a big fluffy white towel then went in the glass door. Max and Carl watched as she picked up the remote and the 72 inch TV came to life.
Max looked at Carl and smiled. "In a few minutes I'll want her to come back out here and finish the job," he said. "But first, we've got to finish saving your ass. We'll have to double and triple check the changes-if there's a mistake it'll call attention."
Twenty minutes later they had double checked all the accounts, Carl had even signed into his bank and made sure the deposits matched the (new) corporate records of his (new) commissions. Max signed out of the server and shut down the laptop while Carl collected the papers and put them back in his brief case. He put the laptop in too and closed it.
"Now, to finish it all up, you have to file an amended tax return so, if you're audited by Uncle Sam, the IRS won't start poking around."
"OK," Carl said.
"OK," Max stood up and walked toward the chase lounge. He pulled off his shirt, then dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He sat down and started stroking his cock.
"Go get Katie, it's time for her to give me a blow job." He paused, then looked at Carl. "Ya know, if I weren't so solidly hetero you'd be sucking my dick. You'd probably prefer that, wouldn't you? Rather than making your kid do it for you."
As Carl walked to the door he wondered if he was strong enough to overpower Max and strangle him, maybe bash his brains out with one of the flower pots that sat around the patio. He knew Max was enjoying this-using his little girl to get himself off and demean him as much as possible. He'd always known that, deep down, Max was a total asshole but he was shocked at how deep the asshole went.
"Hi honey," he said from behind Katie. "Mr. Branch wants you to come back outside."
She looked out the window to where Max was laying back on the lounge, stroking himself to hardness.
"He wants to have sex with me again," she said.
"Yeah, he wants you to suck him."
She looked up at her father with a brooding expression, not sure she wanted to go that far.
"Honey, you don't have to do it...it's not worth it," Carl said, touching her cheek.
Katie again looked at Max, then back at her father. Now she had a big smile on her face.
"He looks silly," she said.
Carl looked out at his boss. Yeah, he looked ridiculous out there jerking off.
"It's OK daddy," Katie went on as she stood up and wrapped the towel around her tighter. Then she headed for the door.
Max opened his eye when he became aware of the girl standing near him.
"Hi honey, you're back," he said.
She stood in silence with a blank expression on her face.
"Do you know what a blow job is?" Max asked.
"It's when a girl sucks on a guy's weenie."
"Come here and suck on mine," Max said as he spread his legs and put his feet on the ground on each side of the chase lounge.
Katie walked over and knelt on the deck, next to the chair, then she took Max's cock and leaned over him, opening her mouth and taking the head.
"Oh fuck honey," Max groaned, "where did you ever learn to suck dick?"
Katie, holding the penis with her right hand, started bobbing. Her hair fell forward and Max reached down to lift some away, better to watch his cock slide in and out of the child's face. He leaned his head back, savoring the smooth wetness of her lips, the slight roughness of her tongue, and light scraping of her teeth. With his hand in her hair, holding it up, his fingers spread across the back of her head so he, quite naturally, started directing her motions, up and down, on his tool.
Carl was behind Katie. She was still wrapped in the towel so that covered her except for her shoulders and upper back. Below, her feet and ankles stuck out from underneath. He could see Max moving her head up and down, he hoped he wouldn't push too far and gag or hurt the girl.
"Honey, climb up on the lounge," Max asked in a low voice.
Katie looked at him, then let go, straightening up. A string of precum and spit broke between them. She stood up and started to climb over his leg but he put a hand out and stopped her.
Lifting up he reached to where the towel was tucked under itself across her chest.
"Let's lose this," he said as the towel fell to the deck at her feet.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, looking her up and down.
"Thank you," Katie giggled softly.
Max nodded down and she crawled over his leg and kneeled between his knees. Again Katie wrapped her hand around him, then leaned down.
"Ohooo...fuck," Max moaned, running his hand over the side of Katie's face and into her hair.
Now, standing in the doorway, Carl could see his daughter sucking Max. Max looked over and waved, directing Carl to come closer. Obviously it was even more of a turn on to him to know that Katie's father had a close up view.
Katie kept sucking his cock, moving her head up and down, moving the shaft in and out of her mouth. She turned her head slightly and looked at her dad, then smiled around Max's shaft.
By now Carl was becoming numb to his feelings. He was angry at Max and angry at himself. His feelings as he watched his little girl being raped by a much older man defied description. He knew he should feel outrage but he really couldn't because he knew it was his fault. Maybe pre-guilt, feeling guilty for what you are doing rather than what you did. Still, he couldn't stop it and, frankly, he didn't want to. He knew Katie well enough to know that she wouldn't be mad, wouldn't be hurt, she was doing this out of love and concern for her father. She'd do anything to help her father. She knew how much he was hurt by her mother (she was also irreconcilably disappointed and hurt) and only wanted to make it better.
Then Carl realized what was bothering him more than anything-that he had lied to Katie about why-that he hadn't told her the whole truth. The wave of emotion made him feel nauseous.
He sat down on the chair where he and Max had worked, looking down at the ground, then a moan and a giggle made him look back up.
Max had his head back, eyes closed, mouth open, breathing hard. Katie was still sucking his cock, moving it in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks pulled in as she lifted up, then puffed out when she sank down. Carl could see her throat expand as she pushed him deep, taking most of his modest tool.
Max was getting close. The muscles in his thighs were tensed and he was beginning to make small thrusts with his hips. He was also breathing hard, making small grunts each time he pushed up into the eight year old girl's face.
Katie had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock. She wasn't stroking it, instead she was holding his dick hair back, out of her mouth and away from her face. She really didn't mind the feeling of his rod in her mouth, it slipped smoothly in and out. The spongy head fit nicely in the back of her mouth, warm and soft against her pharynx, the harder shaft was a counterpoint in her lips. It didn't taste bad, just a slightly musky taste. She also felt the slippery precum that was leaking out, keeping her mouth from becoming dry-it didn't seem to have any taste at all.
She looked up at Max. He looked silly with his eyes closed and mouth open. He was breathing real hard and she could feel little shivers run through his body as he pushed up against her. He was moaning and groaning too, completely lost. Katie knew she could completely control him. She wondered what would happen if she stopped. She imagined the look of disappointment if she stopped. Then she realized that she could bite him too-"I wonder what he'd do then?" she asked herself.
She could tell he was getting ready to shoot his stuff. There was more goo than ever leaking out of his dick and he was shivering and shaking and moaning...
"Oh fuck child," he moaned as he opened his eyes and looked down. He put his hands on either side of the girl's head. "OH Fuck, I'm gonna' cum..."
Katie looked at him and started to laugh-he looked so funny...
"OH fuuuukkkkkk...."
The first shot of cum ran out of the sides of her mouth, around Katie's smile. She was surprised by how fast it shot into her mouth and she lifted up and closed her lips around the head, sucking like she knew he'd want.
Carl was shocked to see Max's dick swelling and surging as each shot of cum went up his cock and into Katie's mouth. She just held it and sucked. Max was shaking with each pump of semen, grunting as five or six gobs of semen filled the girl's mouth.
After a few seconds he calmed down and relaxed. He pulled up on Katie's head, taking his dick out of her face. Katie looked down at his wet cock and swallowed the mouthful of cum she was holding, then looked up at him. Her lips were wet with his slime and a gob of white was stretching out, about to drip off her chin. She smiled up at him.
"So, does daddy get that promotion now?" she asked.
Max started to laugh. He looked over at Carl with a raised eyebrow, then back down at Katie. He used his thumb to wipe some semen back on her cheek.
"Well doll," he said as he laughed, "I'll see what I can do."
Carl and Katie were silent as they drove away from Max's house. It was after ten now, late for a third grader. There was still fairly heavy traffic on the freeway, it being Friday night, but it was moving at the speed limit.
Katie could tell that her father was still very upset but she really didn't know why. She was beginning to wonder if she had done anything wrong.
Carl was seething at himself, overcome by his guilt and disgust at what he had made his little girl do. He knew he had to talk to her but he simply couldn't imagine what words could make it right...
"Honey..." he started, "I'm so...sorry I made you do that," he said quietly, more to himself than to her.
Katie looked up at her father. "Daddy," she shook her head. "It's alright, I don't mind."
"I shouldn't have taken you there..." he said, looking straight ahead, gripping the wheel.
"No daddy! It's OK. I wanted to...I want to help you..."
"Still," he looked over at her, wondering if she could see the tears in his eyes, "it wasn't right."
"Oh don't be silly!" Katie had a scornful voice. "I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to!" She paused. "Besides, Max looked so silly..." Then she threw her head back and mimicked Max: "Oh, oh, fuck...fuck...ah, ah, ah, ah..." she started to giggle.
Carl had to laugh to himself. She was right, he did. Then again, it made him wonder what he looked like...
"Also, it was kind of fun. It felt good when...when he licked me."
Carl was taken aback now...and a bit amused. He looked down at his daughter.
"You liked that?"
"Yeah," she replied.
They continued along for a minute or so, not talking.
"Daddy?" Katie asked quietly.
"Yes."
"Would you,...you know...maybe later...would you lick me?"
END
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