Date: Mon, 11 May 2009 00:27:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Katie Devlin <devlinillg@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Ballet Dancer 2

The following morning I awoke in Davids room and, realising that I had left
my clothes downstairs and had brought nothing with me, I had a quick look
in Davids wardrobe for something to wear.  I had no intention of walking
around naked in this house with those two men around in spite of what had
happened last night.  I found a white t shirt which was long enough to
cover me and went downstairs.  Dmetri and David were sat at the table and
Dmetri, in his usual larger than life way, squealed with delight when he
saw me.  'Here she is', he shouted, 'The naughty little girl, where have
you been, we've been up for hours.  You deserve a spanking'.  He grabbed me
and pulled me over his knee, his hand ran over the back of my thighs and
pushed the t shirt up, exposing my bottom to both men.  So much for not
being naked.  Whilst I struggled and squirmed in his lap, his hand rained
several playful slaps down on my bottom.  It didn't really hurt, but
knowing David was watching me being spanked left me feeling both humiliated
and strangely excited.  'Enough', said Dmitri, 'Now I kiss better'.  He
lifted me up - he was a very strong man, like most ballet dancers - and
began to kiss my bottom and between my legs.  'Mmmm, cunt for
breakfast'. he said, laughing. 'And now, I get you breakfast'.  He dropped
me unceremoniously on the sofa and went into the kitchen.  I quickly
covered myself up and looking at David I blushed.  'Well really', I said.
'And his language too'.  'You don't fool me', David said, laughing, 'You
love it'.

Dmetri returned with toast, coffee and orange juice and he looked at me
seriously.  'Now Sally', he said, as I started breakfast, 'I have a big
favour to ask of you'. I smiled, 'Oh really'? I said.  'Yes.  A friend of
mine is meeting me here and we are going back to London together.  He is
bigshot in the ballet company.  We are putting on Prokofiev's Romeo and
Juliet and I want the role of Romeo.  The thing is, he doesn't like boys,
only a girl like you can persuade him to give the part to me.  It should be
mine anyway'.  'But how can I persuade him......' My voice trailed away as
I realised what was expected.  My first reaction was to say 'No, not a
chance', but looking at Dmitri I realised that I could never say 'no' to
him. 'Don't worry', said Dmitri, 'He is a beautiful man.  You will want
cock, cock and more cock from him'.  He laughed and David looked curiously
at me.  I sighed.  'Whatever', I said.

'Quickly, he will be here soon, we must dress you', said Dmitri, producing
a tiny white thong and a beautiful short white silk dress.  'Where did this
come from'? I asked, surprised.  'Oh, David likes to dress up for me
sometimes.  He has good taste, don't you think'?  I shot David a look and
he blushed sheepishly.  Dmitri hauled the t shirt over my head, stripping
me naked.  He stood back and looked at me, sighing, 'He is a lucky man, eh
David'?  He bent down and put my feet into the thong, pulling it up into
position.  It left little to the imagination.  He then put the dress on me.
The silk was very fine, and the top of the dress tight and figure hugging.
The neckline plunged displaying most of my tiny breasts, my nipples clearly
visible under the material.  The skirt of the dress flared out and only
just covered my bottom.  I knew it was the sexiest thing I had ever worn,
and from the look on the boys faces it seemed they thought so too.  'Just a
little make up, David', said Dmitri, and David carefully applied a little
lipstick and eye shadow and then brushed my long blond hair.  I knew I
looked like an 11 year old girl trying to look older, but I still felt
good.  A car drew up outside and Dmitri went off to greet his friend.
David said, 'When these two guys finally go, can we....you know'?  I smiled
at him.  'You can do anything you want to me David', I said.  He smiled
happily.

Dmitri came back in with his friend.  'This is Marcel', he said.  Marcel
was a lot older than Dmitri, older than most of my friends Dads, but he was
attractive in a dark and brooding way.  Dmitri introduced me last and
marcel held both my hands and said, 'She is every bit as beautiful as you
said, Dmitri'.  Dmitri said, 'Come', and we followed him, Marcel holding my
hand, into a large bedroom.  Dmitri left, closing the door behind him,
leaving us alone together.  Marcel pulled a small table from the side of
the room and placed it in the middle of the spacious bedroom.  Leading me
to it he said, 'Please, stand on the table, I want to look at you'.  He
held my hand helping me to step up on to the table, and watching as my
dress rode up exposing my panties for him.  Once I was on the table, he
walked slowly round me.  I was aware that from that angle he could see up
the skirt of my dress.  He looked up at me and said quietly, 'So Sally, do
you know why I'm here'?  'Umm, well', I said, not sure just what to make of
this dark and brooding man.  'I am going to fuck you Sally', he said.  I
gulped and shivered.  'Lift up your dress', he said.  I lifted up the skirt
of my dress, exposing my tiny thong to him.  He again walked behind me,
staring at my body.  I knew the thong left my bottom completely exposed.
He said, 'Remove your dress'.  I unzipped the dress and let it fall,
standing before this man I had only seen for the first time a few minutes
ago in nothing but the tiniest thong you could find.  He left me standing
there and began to slowly undress himself, carefully folding his smart,
expensive clothes as he did so.  He finally took of his silk boxer shorts
and stood naked in front of me.  He was well built and muscular, looking
very strong.  His cock was not as big as Dmitri's, but it still seemed
large, and very thick.  He seemed cool and uninterested, but this was
belied by the fact that his cock was fully erect, pointing at the ceiling.
He approached me and stood in front of me.  I was still standing on the
table, so my pussy was level with his face.  He put his fingers in the
waistband of my thong, but before removing it he said, 'How old are you
sally'?  'Eleven', I whispered.  'How many cocks have you had'?  'Two', I
replied.  'You are a slut', he said.  'I am going to fuck you three times,
cunt, mouth and ass'.  With that he slipped my thong down and I stepped out
of it.  I thought he was very rude, but it somehow never occurred to me to
talk back to him.  'You have the perfect cunt', he said, 'No hair, a nice
neat little slit'.  Reaching up he gripped my buttocks in both hands and
drew me towards his mouth, sucking hard at my pussy and letting his tongue
run over the little nub at the top of my slit which I had already
discovered was the most sensitive part.  With his great strength, he lifted
me clean off the table and held me to his mouth.  My back arched with
pleasure, the feeling was intense.  After a few minutes he put me on the
floor and led me to a chest, bending me over it.  I stood on tiptoes,
stretched out over the chest, my hands gripping the far side.  He stood
behind me and I felt his cock rammed hard into my pussy.  I gasped and
gripped the chest tighter.  He fucked me hard and although it hurt a
little, and I didn't like the way he was treating me, I knew a part of me
liked it.  I was a slut and that was how he was treating me.  He came
quickly, gushing his cum into me.  He pulled out and went to the bed and
lay down, ignoring me.  I stayed on the chest, gasping.  After a few
minutes he called me over.  'Kneel on the bed next to me', he said, and I
clambered up next to him, looking at his muscular body.  'If you ask me
nicely, you may suck my cock', he said.  'Please may I suck your cock'? I
asked.  'Go ahead', he said quietly and I leaned forward, taking his cock
into my mouth and gripping it with my hands.  It was soft and quite small,
quite different to when it was hard.  I sucked away at it and it slowly
began to grow, filling my mouth and after a minute or two becoming as hard
as it was before.  I sucked harder and felt his hand at the back of my
head, pushing me down and his cock further into me.  At first I nearly
choked, but then I learned to breathe through my nose whilst his cock
fucked my mouth.  He came, spurting into my mouth, and with his hand
holding my head I had no option but to drink it down.  He held me there
until his cock went soft again, and then he let me go.

I knew that he intended to wait until he could get hard again and then put
it in my bottom, which scared me a lot.  Of course, I could have just
walked out, but looking at him lying on the bed, I knew he was just not the
sort of man you could do that too.  He would do what he wanted with me, and
I suppose that was how I liked it.  I wondered what to do whilst waiting
for him and I peeked out of the curtains of the room.  Opposite was an
attractive young man painting the windows of a house.  He was on
scaffolding and level with the window I was looking out of, although
several feet away.  Marcel noticed him as well, and smiled for the first
time.  'You can put a show on for him, like the slut you are', he said,
'Get dressed'.  I slipped back into my dress and thong, strangely excited.
Marcel moved out of the view of the window and said, 'Open the curtains'.
I did so, and the man immediately turned and stared at me.  I suppose it
wasn't every day he got to see a young 11 year old girl dressed in such a
sexy outfit appear at a bedroom window.  'Open the wardrobe and select a
dress', said Marcel.  I did so and then unzipping my dress I let it fall to
the floor.  Standing in just my thong I turned to the window and saw the
young man staring at me.  I abandoned the idea of putting on another dress
and just slipped the thong off, turning and exposing myself to the young
mans view.  Whilst he watched, I reached between my legs and began to
stroke my pussy, watching the mans unbelieving face.  Suddenly, Marcel
stood up and drew the curtains.  I saw his cock was already hard again. 'On
the floor, on all fours', he said, and I went down, fearfully waiting for
his cock to go in my bottom.  Before he did that, however, I felt him put
some kind of lubricant on my bum and push it inside with his fingers.  Then
I felt his cock slide smoothly into my ass and begin to fuck me.  It felt
surprisingly good, and I decided to carry on with what I had started,
stroking my pussy and fingering myself.  He took much longer to come this
time, getting tired I supposed, and I came first feeling my pussy and my
bum spasm, my bum gripping his cock hard.  He came then, spurting into me.

He pulled out of me and said 'Good girl, Sally, I think you've earned
Dimitri his part.  Perhaps I will get to fuck you again some day'.  We
dressed, and Marcel and Dmitri left shortly afterwards, leaving David and I
alone together.

'Well', said David, 'Is it my turn at last'?  I was still wearing my sexy
silk dress, and I said, 'Do you have any more outfits like this'?  'Yes',
he said smiling.  'Why don't you put on something sexy then', I said.  He
came back after about 20 minutes wearing make up, and with his long hair he
really did look like a beautiful young girl.  He had a black see through
dress on through which I could see he was wearing tiny black panties.  I
took his hand and led him back into the bedroom where marcel had used me
earlier.  I opened the curtains, and the young man was still there, on his
scaffolding.  He turned to watch me.  He would have seen what looked like
two little girls, dressed very sexily, one in white, the other in black.
It wouldn't be long before he found one was a boy.  David looked at me.
'Are you sure you want him to see'? he asked.  I smiled and kissed him.
David lay me back on the bed, his hand up my dress and inside my thong,
whilst his cock had already grown and escaped his panties. We gradually
stripped each other naked and for a while I sucked his cock while he lay on
the bed with my pussy over his mouth.  When he could bear it no longer he
pushed me on to my hands and knees and fucked me hard and fast, both of us
coming together.  I stood up and walked to the window, reaching my hands up
to the curtains, standing naked and exposed to the stranger opposite.  I
smiled at him and closed the curtains.