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Faith was already unbuttoning her blouse again.
It seemed like it was all going to happen again, as the lift slowly crept downwards. The blouse came off and dropped to the floor. The man's pants were unbuckled, unzipped, and dropped to his knees. The little girl, on her knees, reached out to pull down his underpants - tidy whiteys this time. Faith fought as hard as she could against every motion, but it all moved forward like nightmare clockwork. Colin moaned and trembled as his cock rapidly grew to tumescence at the little girl's tender, soft touch. Her lips touched the tip of his erection and then her tongue swirled around the most sensitive part of the glans.
But Colin Wett had for some time had forbidden dreams of the little girl kneeling at his feet. The high point of his month was the visit to her house for dinner, when he had a whole evening to drool over her cute little body, swim in her big green eyes and fantasize about moments exactly like this one. Colin didn't understand what was happening, but he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. Bending, he grasped the little girl just under her arms and lifted her up to his chest, where he crushed her flat chest to his.
This was a new terror for the ten-year-old. She tried to beat her hands against Colin's chest. She tried to kick him with her dangling legs. She tried to wriggle out of his tight embrace. Instead, she wrapped her thin legs around his torso, wrapped her skinny arms around his neck and let him kiss her on the mouth, meeting his passion with an equal level of energetic desire.
With one arm grasping the child around the waist, Mr. Wett fumbled at Faith's short skirt, pulling it out from between them. He kissed her harder and harder until he suddenly broke it off and let her small body flop backwards. More fumbling was required to get the head of his cock to the entrance of the child's cunt, but when he stroked the base of his erection along her cunny, he found she was sopping with desire.
Faith couldn't understand what was going on. Why was Mr. Wett groping around between her legs? What was pressing against her tiny slit? Oh god, it must be his cock! Surely he wasn't going to... Oh god, no, no, no, NOOOOOOO!!
But yes, Mr. Wett fully intended to fuck the little elevator whore. He fumbled about, but he was motivated by a desire beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Colin pressed the child's back into the cold, paneled walls of the lift, lifted her to the perfect position and amazingly the little girl tilted her hips to the perfect angle. She practically grabbed the head of his cock with her tiny, hairless pussy.
"Oh Colin, Colin, fuck me, fuck me, make me your little whore!" Faith mewled out, not even understanding her own words.
Colin understood the words and they drove him insane. Slamming the ten-year-old into the wall of the lift, he thrust forward into her. He ripped away her innocence and buried half of his cock inside of her. Faith screamed at the sudden, sharp pain. Then the fucking began. Hard, driving thrusts as deep as Colin could go. Faith was barely big enough to take five inches of his pile-driving erection, but it was unbelievably good. The child was so tight!
"Colin, Colin, fuck me! Oh yes, yes, you stud, you're such a man! Fuck me!" Her words made no sense, but the little girl moaned them out with all sincerity as the banker rammed his cock into her tiny pussy over and over.
"Jesus, fuck, you're so tight. Faith, oh Faith, oh fuck! Yes, yes, you fucking little whore. Oh god!" Colin Wett was beside himself with the sensations of fucking such a hot little girl.
Something completely unexpected happened to Faith. Her little body began to shake on its own, beyond the thrashing of Colin's rapid, violent thrusts. She'd never heard the word orgasm, never known that anything so intense could happen to a person. But wracking waves of climax spread out from her miniature, tightly filled pussy and she cried out with confusing, overwhelming pleasure. "Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes! Oh god, Colin, fuck me!!"
Colin slammed the little girl's back into the wall over and over again as he felt climax rising up in his balls. He wanted to fuck her tight pussy forever, but he was also desperate to fill her with his hot seed. "Jesus, damn, damn, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!" he moaned and then he came, deep inside of her. Wave after wave of cum spurted up into her immature womb. He pressed up inside of her as far as he could get and shivered with fulfillment.
Faith understood that she had just been defiled, that her little body would never be the same, never again be innocent. But it felt so good! She squeezed with everything she had, holding the big cock inside of her.
Looking over her client's shoulder, Faith saw the floor indicator count down to two! In a moment the door would open. Anyone could step into the elevator and see her writhing on the man's cock. But suddenly Colin lifted her off of his glistening cock and set her gently on the floor. He stepped back as she watched, her big green eyes wide with stress and confusion, and quickly tucked his wilting cock back into his undershorts. In seconds his pants were back up, buckled and zipped and he showed no sign that he'd just fucked a ten-year-old in an elevator. Faith trembled in the corner, overwhelmed, but she took the twenty-dollar bill he handed her with a smile.
The elevator pinged, the doors slid open and Mr. Wett bounced out with a happy, refreshed gait.
Once again, as the doors slid closed to seal Faith in, alone, she felt the strange sensations lift off of her shoulders. As quick as she could she stood and put her blouse back on, buttoning it up and tucking it in. She grabbed her panties from the floor to wipe up the cum that kept leaking out of her pussy to dribble down the insides of her thighs. As soon as she was put together, she stepped to the console, knelt down and slid the terrible twenty-dollar bill, her wages, into the tiny slot. She waited, trembling, until the small display changed, from $20 to $0.
"Yes!" Faith said out loud. And then, with shaking fingers, she pushed the button marked four. The elevator began to move at once and when the doors opened a few moments later Faith nearly leapt from the claustrophobic chariot.
"Daddy? Daddy, can I please have thirty dollars," Faith asked her daddy at the breakfast table. She needed to leave soon, to meet the town car that would take her to school. She had no intention of going anywhere near the lift, but she'd rather be ready for it if the worst happened. Daddy never could say no to his pretty little girl, so she had the thirty dollars in her little fist when she walked out the door.
Faith headed straight for the stairwell. She didn't want to walk down four flights of stairs with her heavy backpack, but it was better than chancing the lift again. But the strangest thing happened - she couldn't quite remember where the stairwell door was. She looked down one hallway, then another and then another, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She knew it had to be there - but it wasn't. She glanced at her wristwatch. She was running out of time! Oh gosh!
Faith found herself standing in front of the big silver doors to the lift. She checked again to make sure she had her thirty dollars. She girded herself. She could do this! She pushed the down button. The doors slid open as if they'd been waiting for her. With a gulp, Faith stepped into the elevator and shivered as the door slid closed. She was only a little surprised when the button for the ground floor didn't light up. She'd hoped that she'd simply had a terrible nightmare, but the minor aches and pains her body and jaw felt from her first hard blowjob and fucking told her that it wasn't just a dream. The old man had cursed her!
But Faith was ready! She knelt down to the narrow slit and glared at the hated display. What? NOOOOOO! The little red display read $40. Faith rocked back on her heels, stunned. No, no, no, how could this happen?
The doors to the lift slid open. Faith tried to jump to her feet and leap through the opening, but instead she sat back and watched a swarthy maintenance man step onto the lift and push the button for the tenth floor, the maintenance level. The man was potbellied and half bald, in a soiled jumpsuit with the word 'John' stitched over his left breast pocket.