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CHAPTER SIX

"I've got a hot one for you tonight," Tony said when he came to get his share of the money. "This old dude is so kinky, you wouldn't believe it."

Judy frowned at him. "I don't think that's very funny," she said. "I'm not exactly overjoyed at doing these things, Tony…"

"Well, that's just too bad," he replied, "because you're gonna go on working for me as long as I need you, unless you want your husband to see them pictures of you and Taylor."

"But what about when Tom gets back from his trip?" Judy said. "How can I possibly get out of the apartment and do these things, when he's home?"

Tony shrugged. "That's your problem, baby, not mine. Now here's the address for tonight. I want you there at nine sharp or you'll be in big trouble."

Judy sighed and accepted the slip of paper Tony handed her. She really was very worried about how she was going to handle things when Tom got back, but right now she had a more immediate problem. She had to go to yet another strange man and allow him to make love to her.

"Now, there's just one more thing about this guy," Tony said. "He wants you to dress special for the occasion. He wants you to look like a junior high kid. You got any clothes that will do?"

"I guess," said Judy, "but why doesn't he want me to look my real age?"

Tony shrugged again. "Baby, don't ask me. Since I been in this business, I've seen more weirdoes than you'd believe. Some guys just can't get off unless they have things set up a certain way. This guy you're seeing tonight, he must just go for extra young chicks, that's all. Anyhow, you're supposed to dress like you're about fourteen, and when you go to his house, you say you're the babysitter."

"The babysitter?" Judy gasped. "But…"

"Never mind," Tony said, "Just do it."

Well, at least she didn't have to decide what to wear. After Tony left, she went to her closet and picked out a pair of jeans and a tight little jersey and some sneakers. That was the best she could do.

She scrubbed all the make-up off her face. Her short curly hair wouldn't go into pigtails so she did the best she could, putting a pink ribbon in her hair.

Examining herself in the mirror, Judy decided that she might, just be able to pass for sixteen, but if the guy wanted anything younger, he was out of luck. Sighing, she went out to her car and drove to the address Tony had given her. It was a high-rise modern apartment building. Judy went in, took the elevator, and found Apartment 612, where she nervously pressed the doorbell. The nameplate on the door read "Cyrus Engel".

The door opened, and a burly white-haired man smiled at her. She guessed him to be in his early sixties. He was wearing a silk dressing gown that must have cost a fortune. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and beard. All in all, he reminded her of Santa Claus. He looked her over with great interest as she cleared her throat and spoke.

"Hello," she stammered, "I-I'm the babysitter."

The old man beamed. "At, yes, of course," he said warmly, "won't you come in?"

Judy entered a luxurious big living room with a sweeping view of the city. Cyrus Engel led her over to a long couch and gestured for her to sit down. Judy started to do so, when to her astonishment, Engel slipped, under her and forced her to sit on his lap. That was all – for the moment. He didn't paw her or try to kiss her. Still Judy felt acutely embarrassed and silly.

"Now, what is your name, dear?" he purred.

"Judy," she said, raising her voice, trying to sound like a young girl.

"That's a pretty name," Engel replied soothingly. "What grade are you in at school?"

"Uh, seventh," Judy said, thinking quickly. She had to keep in mind that she was supposed to be only fourteen.

"Do you like school?" Engel asked.

"Some of it," Judy said, wrinkling her nose, "but not math."

Engel grinned approvingly.

Jesus Christ, Judy thought, what kind of nut is he? He knew she was a whore, knew she was nowhere near fourteen years old, but he was playing it out just like she was, for real. It was eerie. Nevertheless she was being paid to go along with it, so she decided to really get into the spirit of things. She shifted uneasily on his lap and looked around nervously.

"Hey, what's going on, mister?" she said in a childish voice. "I thought I was supposed to baby-sit, but I don't see any kids."

Cyrus Engel chuckled and patted her knee. "Well, this isn't your usual kind of babysitting job, my dear," he said. "I'm a lonely old, man, and I need some company. I want you to baby-sit ME."

"But that's silly," Judy giggled. "You're a grownup, you don't need a babysitter." Actually what he needed in her opinion, was a padded cell.

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Engel chuckled. "Anyhow, you'll get lots of money, more than you usually get. Is that okay?"

"Oh, all right," Judy said, "I guess so."

"Fine, fine," Engel chirped. "Now, go on telling me about yourself, Judy. Do you have any boyfriends?"

"Oh, no," Judy said, "my parents won't let me date yet."

As she spoke, Engel was slipping an arm around her waist and moving it upward until his fingers just grazed her tits. He felt the outline of her bra under her clinging pink jersey. His other hand slid onto her leg and gently squeezed, feeling the taut healthy thigh under her jeans. Judy finally realized what she'd gotten hold of here – a genuine dirty old man.

"So you've never even kissed a boy?" Engel said. "Never even held hands?"

"Oh, no," Judy said with mock horror. "Daddy would kill me if I had anything to do with boys."

Engel reached for the fly of her jeans.

Judy was able to offer him a genuine blush as she turned to look at him. She felt like squirming off his lap, but then she remembered she was supposed to be just an innocent little girl, not knowing what was going on. She turned away and stared vacantly out the window while Engel unzipped her jeans and opened the front. His hand slid inside and came to rest on the puff of her mans, gently squeezing it through her panties.

"Have your mommy and daddy told you about sex?" he said. His voice seemed a little more excited now, but it was still soft and soothing.

"N-no," Judy said.

She found it hard to keep playing her role while the guy had his hand in her crotch. He squeezed steadily, gently, and she began to feel an answering warmth in her pussy, a little moisture. He might be just an old creep, but she still liked being touched down there. She'd never gotten enough of it with Tom. In fact she hadn't gotten any at all.

"Would you like me to tell you about it?" Engel said. "About where babies come from and all that?"

"Oh, sure, mister," Judy said, trying to sound eager and innocent. "Yeah, I'd like to know about all that stuff. MY mother won't tell me anything."

"Well, let's start with you, then," Engel said. He quickly raised her shirt up over her tits and deftly undid her bra. He pushed that up, too, revealing Judy's round firm breasts with, their red-brown erect nipples. Very gently he cupped her heavy boobs and tickled them with his fingers. "Do you know what these are?" he said.

"Oh, sure," Judy said, "my tits."

"Very good," he said. "But I bet there ate other things you don't know about. I'll show you. Just stand up for a second."

Judy stood up between his legs, and just as quickly and expertly as he'd unfastened her bra, Engel pulled down her jeans and panties. They tangled around her ankles, making it impossible for her to walk, even if she had tried to escape. He leaned forward and took a hungry look at her little black puff of mons fur. Then with a contented sigh he pulled her back onto his lap.

"All right," he said, "tell me what this is."

He slipped a finger between the furry lips of her mons and touched the hot little button of her clit. He sure as hell knew what he was doing. Judy practically shot off his lap as a sudden electric burst of pleasure ripped through her belly. He gently tickled and rimmed her responsive nubbin, and she felt hot cream leaking from her cunt as her whole pussy started to get amused. Involuntarily she slumped back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, and let him gently frig her.

"So what is this little thing I'm touching?" Engel asked again.

"I dunno, mister," Judy sighed, "but it sure feels nice when you touch me there."

"It should," he said. "It's your clit, my dear, and it's just for pleasure. Here, tell me how this feels."

He seized her moist red clit between thumb and forefinger, drew it out a bit like a piece of elastic, and began to knead it. The pleasure was so intense that Judy couldn't even breathe for a moment. She creamed hotly, hugely, all over his hand. Engel was looking down over her now, watching his own work. They both watched his expert fingers kneading her soaked red bud.

"Ohhhhhh, it feels wonderful," Judy sighed. And she wasn't kidding.

"Good, good," Engel chuckled. "Now, I'll touch something else, and you tell me what it is."

He let go of her clit and reached lower into her now steamy and flaming-hot crotch. His fingers tickled briefly and deliciously over her recessed pee hole and the plump pink lips of her cunt. Then his stiffened middle finger was briskly rimming the dripping mouth of her twat, arousing her hotly. He began to ease his finger up into her cunt.

"Ooooo," Judy squealed. Again she wasn't acting. The old fart might be way out of his tree, but she loved what he was doing to her, and he really knew how to do it. It seemed ridiculous that this old man should be able to turn her on so violently, while her young handsome husband didn't even know how to get her hot.

Engel's stubby stiff middle finger slid with tantalizing slowness into her red-hot moist clinging cunt. Judy helplessly juiced all over his finger and began to whimper as the pleasure became more and more intense. She thrust her pussy forward eagerly, wanting his finger in her as deep as possible. He pushed as she thrust, and finally the finger was lodged to the last knuckle, deliciously stuffing her little silk-lined passage.

"Now what is it?" Engel said. "What's this little hole I have my finger in, Judy?"

"Uh, I dunno, mister," Judy managed to squeak.

"It's your cunt," Engel told her, "your box, your twat. Do you like it when I put my finger in there, Judy?"

"Ummmm, yeah," Judy moaned. "It's terrific."

"Then I think you'll like this, too," he said.

He started working his stiff fat finger up and down in the wet clinging hole, just like a tiny cock.

Judy moaned with excitement and started thrusting her pussy in time to his finger strokes, really getting off on it. She knew she was creaming all over his hand and his dressing gown, but she couldn't help it. To her amazement, this strange old guy was getting her hornier than she'd ever been in her life.

"Oh, wow, yessss," she whined, "Super. Oh, please keep doing that, mister, it feels so great! Ohhhhh!"

Engel obligingly kept working his stubby finger in her gushing cunt, in and out, in and out, while Judy moaned and grooved on it. In the meantime, he managed with his free hand to pull off her shirt and bra. One hand kept working her pussy and the other started fondling her boobs. Engel might be old, but he certainly didn't need any help!

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, Judy," he purred, happily finger-fucking her creamy little box, "but we must proceed with our lesson now. Just lean back against me and relax, all right?"

"All right, mister," Judy sighed, so dated with horny pleasure that she was ready to do anything.

She relaxed against his burly chest, and he popped his thick finger from her cunt with a lewd juicy slurping noise. My God, she'd creamed buckets during that naughty play with her pussy. She waited with hot excitement to see what he'd do next. She felt his finger tickling even lower down between her legs, rimming the tight-clenched mouth of her brownie.

Then Engel slipped his cream-soaked finger up her ass.

"Ohhhhhh," Judy waited.

It was unexpected, wicked, and it felt fantastic. He managed to pop the whole finger into her little bumhole in one smooth painless thrust. The fat penetration felt just as great as it would have in her cunt. She whimpered with ecstasy as he started pumping his finger in her velvet-lined bumhole.

"I bet you know what THIS place is," Engel chuckled.

"I sure do," Judy giggled.

"You like my finger in there, Judy?" he asked.

"Oh, wow, yes," Judy squealed, "it's fantastic."

She could imagine the obscene picture she presented, seated naked on an old man's lap, her pants down around her ankles, squealing ecstatically as he worked his finger in her asshole. She didn't care. She had years of dull routine sex to make up for, a whole world of thrills to discover. Cyrus Engel, bless his rotten old heart, was helping her discover those thrills very fast.

Engel's finger gave a sudden deep lunge in her aroused bumhole, and Judy felt herself coming. "EEEEEE," she wailed, grinding her little butt around, creaming in floods.

The delicious climax seemed to go on forever, his jerking finger spinning it out, making it more and more intense. When her spasms finally died down, Judy felt totally satisfied and limp as a rag. Chuckling, Engel popped his finger out of her juicy tight asshole and then gently lifted her off his lap and set her on the touch beside him. He stood up and winked at her.

"Now," he said, "I'm going to show you about boys."

Still a little dazed from her huge orgasm, Judy watched with open mouth as he untied the sash of his dressing gown and quickly stepped out of the garment. He wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. His body was still hard and fit and muscular, his broad chest heavily furred in white. Glancing down, Judy saw that his cock was rampantly erect, his balls swollen up hard and round.

His pubic thatch and the light fuzz on his balls were snow white. His cock was a good seven inches long and very thick, a milky-pale pole of flesh with a faint tracery of blue veins. The head was swollen up like a little purple doorknob, and the dark slit mouth was oozing gleaming bubbles of juice. His cock was so stiff it hugged his belly like a young boy's prick. No, Cyrus Engel was definitely not over the hill yet.

"Come here, Judy," he said with a leer.

She stumbled to her feet and approached him, and when she got up close, he gently put his hand on her head and pushed her down to her knees.

That put her face right in line with his stiff thick cock and his rosy nut sacs. Reaching down, Engel took her hand and placed it lightly on his scorching-hot balls. Judy resisted the urge to squeeze – she was supposed to be innocent.

"Do you know what these things are, Judy?" he asked.

"No, sir," she panted.

"My balls, my nuts," Engel said, panting a little himself. "You may pet them if you like."

"Okay," Judy said eagerly.

She slipped her hand under his taut-swollen balls and gave them a little light massage, gently petting and pumping. She wanted to lean closer and lick them, but he hadn't asked her to, and she supposed a fourteen-year old girl wouldn't think of that all by herself.

Engel sighed softly as he allowed her to play with his white-furred balls. But after a moment or so, he reached down again, took her hand, and laid it on the stiff hot pole of his dick. He moved her little hand lightly up and down the throbbing flesh a few times, during which it was all Judy could do to keep from curling her fingers around that big handsome cock and pumping it.

"Now, what is this?" he said. "This thing you're touching now?"

"I guess it's what boys pee with," said Judy. "I dunno, I never saw one before."

"It's good for a lot more than that," Engel laughed. "It's my cock, my prick, there are a lot of names for it. Do you know what else it's used for, dear?"

Oh, boy, do I ever! Judy thought. Surely this was it, time to get it on, and she was hotly ready. Surely now he'd give her a demonstration of what his cock was for. But she had to play it his way, do what she was paid for. Looking up at him with big innocent eyes, she answered his question in a high girlish voice. "No, mister," she said, "I don't know. What else do you use your cock for?"

Engel chuckled, obviously appreciating her performance. "I use it for fun," he said. "Just like you can use your clit I use my cock. Come over here and lie down, and I'll show you what I mean."

Without a moment's hesitation Judy hurried over to the couch and lay down on her back, her long legs eagerly spread. Even though she'd already had one terrific climax, she was dying to fuck this guy. That hard cock of his was no midget. She licked her lips and panted with excitement as Engel got onto the couch and crawled over her.

But to her disappointment, he didn't try to ball her. Instead he squatted over her chest, his hard ass lightly brushing her tits, and trailed the oozing tip of his cock over her mouth and cheeks. Maybe she'd gotten another weirdo who didn't like to fuck.

"It's very fun for me to have a pretty young lady touch my cock," Engel said. "It would be even more fun if you licked it and sucked on it, Judy."

"Okay, mister," she said dutifully.

She seized his hot hard cock and began pumping it in her fist, leaving the fat purple head sticking out. She stuck out her moist little tongue and used it to tickle and rim the head of his prick. Engel beamed with delight. More tasty juice bubbled from his cock, and she lapped it up and ate it as fast as it came. She was almost developing a fondness for this crazy old coot, and she liked giving him pleasure.

"Very nice, Judy," he purred. "Yes, I like that very much."

Well, it was going to get better. Grinning wickedly, Judy suddenly popped his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it like she was starved. Engel gave a gasp of surprise and pleasure, and his eyes rolled crazily. A look of utter bliss spread over his face.

"Wonderful," he murmured. "You're a very sweet little girl, Judy."

The sweet little girl was hoping, like hell that he'd stick his cock in her, but to her disappointment, Engel drew away after a few moments of loud juicy cock-sucking. He moved over and sat down near her on the couch. Judy tried to stifle her annoyance. Was this it for the night? Weren't they going to use that super hard-on of his?

"Come and sit on my lap again, dear," Engel said.

Angry but obedient, Judy got up and walked to sit down on his lap, and Engel put his hands on her hips to guide her. She was almost sitting on him, too late to straighten up again, when she felt the hugely-swollen rock-hard head of his cock shoving deep into her cunt.

"Eeeeee," Judy squeaked.

As she sat on his lap, his cock stuffed her juicy ready box all the way to her womb. She gurgled with delight and leaned back against his hair-matted chest, letting him fuck her from behind. Engel chuckled contentedly and went to work. Balling was another department in which he was an expert. He fucked her hard, deep, and fast, showing no signs of age. It felt so good, she couldn't help whimpering and panting.

Engel patiently brought her off again and again, a super fucking that went on for almost half an hour. She couldn't figure out how he lasted, but she, certainly wasn't complaining. While he fucked her, he played with her wildly jiggling tits and tickled and teased her hot little clit. Judy creamed heavily and continuously into his lap, shrieking with joy each time he brought her off.

"Oh, my God," she whined, dropping the little girl role at last, "this is GREAT. I love it. AHHHHHHH!"

She thought of how it was going to be when Tom came home. Back to dull routine marital sex, no more surprises, no more deliciously naughty foreplay. She wondered if she could stand it. She loved Tom, but her new and unexpected life as a hooker was spoiling her for ordinary sex. Maybe Tony was right, maybe she was a natural-born whore. WHAT was she going to do?

Engel gave her a hundred dollars and – for Chrissake – a teddy bear, inviting her to come back and "baby-sit" him soon. As Judy staggered to her car, sated and glowing with sexual satisfaction, she wondered again how she was going to go back to being Tom's wife's [missing text].