Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2016 08:36:22 -0700
From: J jones <calgarydominante@yahoo.com>
Subject: Finding a street kid, Part One

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between a young girl and older women.

If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

Copyright 2016 J Jones, All rights reserved

Please mail to calgarydominante@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a
future story.

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Finding a Street Kid


	Two years after my second kid and six years since I had done it, I
was feeling the urge again. I tried to suppress it for as long as I could,
but it was no use. The desire was too strong. Eventually I gave in and
started to get ready.

	I told my husband that I needed a spa weekend and booked myself a
package at one of the fancier hotels in the city. We live in a commuter
suburb, so it was about a 45 minute drive to the downtown hotel. I left
Friday evening when my husband got home from work. I made sure he knew
where everything was for the kids, that he remember the play date tomorrow
then kissed him goodbye.

	I got to the hotel just before seven. I got checked in with plenty
of time to get to my massage at eight. Then I had a manicure and pedicure,
and finally got back to my room at around ten. I had a light snack and some
wine from room service, and went to bed. I had to take a sleeping pill to
get to sleep, I was so nervous for the next day.

	My phone rang at seven that morning with my wake up call. I had
breakfast, then went for a full wax followed by a mud bath and face
mask. By the time everything was done, it was eleven. Now for the tricky
stuff.

	First I hit the bank and got $600 in twenties. Then I got a hold of
an old friend, who put me in touch with a dealer. By one o'clock I had $540
and a few small baggies of powder cocaine. The next stop was an adult
store. I bought a small strap on dildo and harness, small buttplug, lube,
two pairs of padded cuffs, a small ball gag and a length of restraint
rope. The bill was just over two hundred dollars, which was painful because
I was only going to use the things tonight, but I couldn't keep them at
home.

	I went back to the hotel and put my new toys away. I was soaking
wet, thinking of how I was going to use them later, and it was an effort of
will to resist masturbating. As it was, I changed into a fresh pair of
panties. I had a small snack at the cafe in the hotel lobby, then got into
my car. Now came the tricky part.

	The hotel was in the downtown core, which placed it near by some of
the more run down parts of town and a few homeless shelters, which is part
of why I chose it. Even better, since the last time I did this, a charity
opened up a shelter specifically for LGBT youth. My husband and I had even
donated to it in the past, and I had a cheque to drop off there.

	I had a brief but pleasant meeting with the man running the shelter
that day, and he gave me a brief tour of the facility, thanking me for the
donation. It was a converted house, with rooms set up with two twin beds, a
big communal dinning room and rec room. I didn't stay long, but I kept my
eye on all the girls there. Unfortunately I didn't have a chance to
approach any as the shelter supervisor was with me the whole time. I
thanked him for his time and left, trying to think of what to do next.

	Then, after I left and I was walking towards my car, I got
lucky. There was a girl of 13 or 14 walking towards the shelter. She had
the rundown clothes in multiple layers of someone who was living on the
street. Her hair was lank and greasy, and might have been dark blonde under
the grime. She was walking towards the shelter, probably looking for a bed
and a warm meal.

	"Hello there sweetie," I said. "Are you heading to the shelter?"
The girl just kind of shrugged, not looking at me. "It's okay," I told
her. I understand. I even donate to it." This time the girl gave me a
little smile. She was pretty in a worn out kind of way. Life hadn't been
very good to her.

	"That's cool. I should get there so I can get dinner..." she told
me, starting to walk.

	"Why don't I take you to McDonalds or something? I'm sure you could
use a treat."

	The girl looked at me again, and I'm pretty sure she guessed what I
wanted. "I guess. Do you have any cash?"

	"Of course sweetie," I said and took her hand, starting to lead her
towards my car. "How much do you need?"

	Now that I was walking beside her, I could smell her. She obviously
hadn't had a shower in at least a few days, and her cloths hadn't been
washed for longer. "Is fifty ok?"

	I laughed and told her, "I can do better than that!" I opened the
car door and let her into the front passenger seat. Inside the car her
odour was even stronger. "Now lets get you some food."

	She was quiet as we drove, trying to make herself as small in the
seat as she could. A few minutes later we got to McDonalds and I pulled
into the drive through line. "What do you want sweetie?"

	"Chicken nuggets." She wasn't the most talkative girl, but that was
okay. I ordered her a ten piece combo and a chicken wrap for myself. After
we got our food I pulled into the parking lot so we could eat. She devoured
her food almost before I had even started mine. She looked so hungry and
sad that I gave her my wrap too.

	After she had eaten everything and finished her drink, I took all
the garbage and threw it away. I almost expected her to take off when I got
out of the car, but she was still there when I got back. I turned the car
back on and started driving. I reached over and began to feel her
thigh. She shivered a bit, but let me touch her.

	"So what's your name?" I asked her.

	"Jenny."

	"Well Jenny," I said, continuing to slide my hand up and down her
thigh, "do you mind coming back to my hotel? I have my cash there. We could
even get some more food, maybe some wine from room service."

	Jenny didn't say anything, but after a few seconds she nodded. My
pussy was absolutely soaked, and I let my hand roam to the top of her
thigh, stopping now and then to rub between her legs. She didn't look at
me, but she opened her legs wider to give me better access.

	It took us about ten minutes to get back to the hotel, and I
continued to run my hands over the smelly little girl beside me. I parked
in the parking garage, my room key letting me in. Thankfully there was an
elevator in the garage so I didn't have to take my prize through the lobby
where lots of people might see. We took the elevator up the the eighth
floor, and there was no one in the hall. I quickly took Jenny to my room,
and shut the door behind us.

	The room was a suite with a sitting room separate from the
bedroom. Jenny sat down in one of the chairs, pulling her knees up to her
chest while I ordered some chicken fingers and fries for her, and a couple
of bottles of wine. That done, I took Jenny's hand and pulled her into the
bedroom. Closing the door behind us, I turned her to face me and bent down
to kiss her. There was no resistance and she opened her mouth for my
tongue.

	She tasted like McDonalds and teeth that hadn't been brushed very
often. As we kissed I started to pull off her clothes. The jacket and first
shirt opened from the front and quickly ended up on the floor. The next two
shirts where t-shirts so I had to stop kissing her to pull them over her
head. As I took them off I saw and smelled her lightly haired armpits. She
wasn't wearing a bra, and had two tiny, barley a cup breasts with tight
little nipples capping them.

	I bent down to take off her shoes, and Jenny crossed her arms over
her tiny breasts. The shoes were followed by two pairs of socks, then her
jeans and the leggings underneath. The dirty clothes made a pile beside the
bed, and Jenny was standing there in nothing but a pair of undersized Dora
the Explorer panties. They were stained and some matted brown hairs poked
out from the sides.

	I pushed Jenny back till she lay on the bed, her legs hanging off
the edge, her arms still over her breasts. Then I pulled my dress over my
head and pulled off my panties till I was naked but for my bra. I climbed
onto the bed, and straddled Jenny's head.

	She just kinda lay there as I began grinding down on her. Rubbing
myself across her face felt amazing, but I wanted more. I reached back,
pushing her arm out of the way, and pinched a nipple. "Lick me slut," I
snapped at her twisting. She did, slowly at first, but with more enthusiasm
as I gave the nipple another twist. She trust inside me a few times with
her tongue, small wet and firm, then started in on my clit. I let go of her
nipple and grabbed a fistful of tangled greasy hair, holding her mouth
tight against me. I think she was having trouble breathing because her
hands began slapping against my thighs and calves. I let back on the
pressure for a few moments, heard her gasp, then pressed back down.

	We did that half a dozen times, me pressing down hard till Jenny
was almost out of breath, then letting her get a gasp of air before doing
it again. She licked at my clit frantically, hoping to make me come so I
would stop smothering her. It worked. After only a few minutes I had an
explosive orgasm, one of the biggest in years.

	I rolled off Jenny and lay there panting. I pulled Jenny over to me
so her head rested on my breast, and shuddered with the aftershocks. Jenny
shook lightly with repressed sobs. She stank, but now there was the smell
of my juices on her too.

	We lay together like that for almost fifteen minutes, and I was
starting to fall asleep in the afterglow, when there was a knock at the
door to the suite. "Room service," a voice called.

	I scrambled out of bed, grabbing a robe from behind the door. "Stay
here," I told Jenny," and went to get the food and wine. A minute later the
room service waiter was gone and we had two bottles of wine, some chicken
fingers and fries. "Come on out," I called into the bedroom. A few seconds
later Jenny came out, red eyed and still only wearing her panties.

	"There's some more food here for you," I said gesturing to the
table. She sat down and started eating while I poured two big glasses of
wine, placing one in front of her. Jenny ate quickly, washing down the food
with a few big swallows of wine. I topped her glass up while sipping my
wine. Pretty soon she had finished almost two thirds of a bottle.

	When Jenny had finished her food, she looked at me and slurred,
"Can I go?"

	I laughed and poured the rest of the bottle of wine into her
glass. "Not yet! There's still lots of fun for us to have." Jenny just
shrugged and drank more wine. I went to my purse and pulled out one of the
baggies of cocaine that I had bought earlier in the day. Jenny watched me
silently as I cut the powder into four different lines.

	I rolled a twenty into a tube, and inhaled the first line. The coke
hit me with a rush, making my nipples tighten even more and hair stand up
all over my body. "Come on over here," I told my plaything.

	Jenny stood up, swaying slightly from the wine. She came over and I
handed her the rolled up twenty. As she bent over to take a hit, I stopped
her. I pulled down her panties, leaving her totally naked. She had a small
bush of matted brown pubic hair, and smelled none too clean. I stood behind
her and wrapped one arm around her waist, and slid one, then two fingers of
my other hand into her mouth. Once she got them nice and wet, I pushed her
torso down towards the dresser top where the coke was, and reached down to
her dirty cunt.

	I slid my finger inside her as Jenny took her first hit of coke,
and feeling her velvety tightness squeeze my finger, it was almost like I
had done another line myself. I used my other hand to fondle her barley
there tits, pinching and pulling her nipples. "Do the next line," I told
her, licking her ear and feeling her shudder, driving a second finger into
her cunt. Jenny inhaled more of the white powder, he body shivering from
the drugs, the wine and my hands. I left her breasts alone and took the
rolled up twenty, then used my body to flatten hers against the dresser,
fingers still inside her. My head was beside hers, and I did the last line
of coke still there. The shudder of the drug hitting my system made me
clamp my hand together, and Jenny squealed at the abuse of her cunt.

	I stood back up, taking my hands from her. As she was starting to
rise, I slapped her ass and said, "Stay." I went over to the bag of toys I
had gotten at the sex store earlier, and took out the buttplug and the
lube. I walked back over to Jenny, and leaned over to whisper in her ear,
"Ever had anything in your ass?" She shook her head. "Then this will be
fun," I said licking her ear. "Reach back and spread your buttcheeks."

	Jenny did as she was told, revealing a dark hole with a rank smell
and a few dirty hairs surrounding it. I squeezed some lube onto my middle
finger, then began running it over and around her anus. She shivered, but
kept her cheeks spread. I pushed into her slowly but firmly as Jenny let
out a whimper. Her ass was even tighter than her cunt, and when my finger
was all the way in I could feel a firm nugget at the top of the canal. I
fingered her ass a few times before withdrawing it. There was a bit of
brown collected under my finger nail, so I stuck it in Jenny's mouth and
told her to suck. She did, only gagging a little.

	I poured some more lube over the buttplug and pushed into my toy's
little stink hole. She shivered and cried a bit as the widest part of the
plug stretched her, and then it was in. I grabbed the TV remote, and went
and sat down in the easy chair in front of the TV. I hooked my legs over
the chair legs to leave my cloth exposed. Jenny was still leaning against
the dresser, hands spreading her ass open, the red base of the plug lewdly
exposed.

	"Over here," I called her. She came, and without me having to tell
her, knelt down. She leaned forwards and took a tentative lick of my
pussy. "Not there. Eat my ass." As Jenny's tongue began to prob my asshole,
I turned on the TV and started channel surfing. I still had the whole night
ahead of my, and I was planning what to do next.