Molly’s Milk Money

I was just grabbing a soda from the machines when a little girl came up, and tried to take her shirt off.

“What are you doing?” I looked around, but the lawn was pretty empty, out front of my school.

She pulled her top down, and played with the button around her neck. “I need help.” I squatted down to help her with the button. Then, she said “You got money, I saw it.”

“Yeah,” I grabbed my soda, and stood up. Then, she took her top off. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Playing stripper,” She nodded, “That’s a girl that takes her clothes off for money.”

“You can’t do that out here?” She must not be a real little little girl, I bet she’s just short. “You’ll freeze to death.”

“Come on,” she took my hand, “Back here.” Around the corner, where I could barely see anything but the fence. “I’m hot,” she tried to dance, “Don’t you think I’m hot?”

This was starting to freak me out, so I squatted down again, and held her arms. “Who told you this, stuff?”

“There was this boy, on the bus, and he saw a movie with my mommy, and lots of men naked. They’re strippers.” She nodded. “My other mom’s a whore, in Florida. She has sex for money.”

“Well,” she was still really flat, and she didn’t even have a training bra on, so I looked around. “You know how strippers make money?”

She shook her head, and looked down. Trying to pull out the button in her pants. “I need help.”

“Okay,” I stuck my fingers in there, and it sure was warm in there, and soft against my finger. “You sure are hot.” I popped the button, so she could shake her booty, and pull them down. So, I fished a quarter out of my pocket, and slipped in the top of her panties.

She giggled, “Is your dick hard?”

“Huh?” I felt my crotch. “Not yet, let me help you.” Pull her panties down, slowly so the quarter stayed in the pink hammock between her leg. I fished another quarter out, and dropped it in with a clink.

“Huh, that’s not enough for a soda.” That’s all I could think of to say, but I felt back up to her hips, and rubbed them. Her little tummy was soft, and firm, with a little puff of pussy in the bottom.

“You want to play whore? They make the big bucks.” She nodded, and boyoyoing! I couldn’t believe I was rock hard, hearing such dirty things come out of a girl’s mouth, that young. “That means I’ll have sex for money. I’ll be the whore, because you have the money.”

“How much for a blow job?” I got up, and noticed how shot she really was.

“Um,” She thought, “5 bucks?”

“I don’t have 5 bucks.” I fished around in my back pocket. “I’ve got like 3 bucks, and a little change, but I’m saving that for lunch.”

“Okay,” she took the quarters out of her panties, and pulled them up. “I’ll see you on lunch? I’ll meet you there by the soda machine. I’m a little chilly.” She held her pants up. “I need help.”

So, I touched her panties again, helping her button her pants up, and she put her shirt back on, and ran back inside.

“Huh!” I didn’t care, how young she was, and what monster made her the way she is, so I leaned back in the corner, and beat off just thinking about her pink skin, and her round little tummy, and the fat bare pussy between her legs. “Hhuh!”

Now, where am I going to get 5 bucks? I didn’t even crack the soda, and I was already wide awake! She’s right though, it is a little chilly out here, so hopefully it’ll be a little warmer for lunch…

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