#prostitutionchild

That day, Dad told me to put on a nearly transparent blouse, a miniskirt that revealed part of my buttocks, a thong open at the crotch (for customers in a rush who might want to take me quickly), torn fishnet stockings, and loud, trashy makeup—in short, everything to let the clients size up the merchandise (me) and know they were dealing with a cheap hooker.

That same evening, Dad took me to a rough neighborhood, to a dark alley next to a sleazy bar and nightclub. As he opened the car door, he told me I had to bring back at least 50 credits—meaning ten customers. "Come on, you dirty whore, go earn our money with the sweat of your pussy!" "Shake your ass!"

So, I paced back and forth on the sidewalk for at least an hour. I could see men eyeing me on the sly, not daring to approach. I shouted to attract a customer: "I'm a 5-credit whore, I'm 12 years old; come take this chance to buy yourself a 12-year-old whore." Then an old man in his sixties walked up: "How much for a trick? Are you really 12? Because it turns me on to fuck 12-year-old girls. I only jerk off to videos of actresses with little-girl bodies, so fucking a real 12-year-old kid—that's my dream." "Yes, sir, I really am 12, and this is my first day of prostitution; you’d be my first client." "Then come suck me off, you little slut." He tucked the five credits into my thong. He pulled me between two cars; I crouched down and licked my lips hungrily, knowing I was about to suck off an older man while doing the job I’d always dreamed of. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, lowered his briefs while looking right at him, and started sucking him off. He had a small, shriveled cock; I sucked with passion, making wet sounds because his cock made my mouth water. "Oh yes, that's it, you little whore—suck me deep." He groaned with pleasure, and after a few minutes, he came all over my face. "Thanks, my little whore; your child's mouth is a marvel." "You're welcome, sir. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Then a dog owner came up to me: "How much for the dog?" "5 credits, mister." The dog was sniffing my pussy and starting to get an erection. "Here—get into position, you dirty female dog," he said, slipping the 5 credits into my thong. I got down on all fours, and the dog thrust into me all at once, pounding my pussy. After a few minutes, the dog glanced back and forth between my ass and his master; the man slipped another 5 credits into my thong, and the dog shoved his big red cock into my ass. Then he fucked me for a few minutes before cumming inside my ass.

Then an old woman of about seventy came over. "Here, you little slut—I bet you're a pussy-eater; come on, lick mine!" She tucked the 5 credits into my thong, leaned against the hood of a car, pulled down her panties, and spread her pussy. So I crouched down and licked her smelly old pussy; I sucked on her clit and heard her moan with pleasure. "Say you love it—licking an old pussy! It feels so good." "Oh yeaaah, ma'am, your pussy tastes great; I love the smell." "How old are you to be so experienced at cunnilingus?" "I'm 12, ma'am." Then I fingered her with my small fingers to make her cum.

Then three Black guys with huge cocks fucked me: two were double-penetrating me while I sucked one and jerked another off. "Here, take this, and this, and this too, you dirty slut." They fucked me for a long time before cumming all over my face.

And that’s how the evening went—getting my pussy and ass pounded. I ended up with 20 clients for 130 credits, because some of them paid multiple times to fuck me multiple times.