25.5.2009
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After the visit to club Speedy Simon had gone straight to bed and fallen asleep, but Edith took it upon herself to clean up Slow Suzy because lipstick was smeared all over her face. Speedy Simon woke up two hours later. Then Slow Suzy and Edith were looking at themselves in the mirror and dressing up. Edith had put on Slow Suzy's nightgown and had made up her lips and eyebrows, and she had also put polish on her finger- and toenails. After Speedy Simon had taken a shower, he dressed and sat in front of the television. A little later, Edith came out in red high-heels: "Don't you think I'm elegant?"
Speedy Simon looked at her: "Come here," he said, and Edith staggered to him on shoes that were way too high. He picked her up and held her straddling his knee: "You will be elegant when you've grown."
"But I'm elegant now, don't you think?"
"You're just a little girl." He stood up, held her up in the air and swung her over his head. Then he moved toward the bed and put her down. She stood on the bed, and he held her: "Edith dear, you will be elegant when you've grown. You will be daddy's little slut."
The girl smiled.
"Did you make yourself up?"
"Suzy helped me a little." She puckered her lips and wet them. "Aren't they gorgeous?"
He put his arms around her, pressed his lips to hers. When he finally stopped, the girl said: "That hurt, you hurt me."
He pressed her against him and rubbed his hands on her ass and between her legs: "Go to sleep now. You can be here in the bed between Suzy and me." He lifted the cover off the bed and laid the girl on the pillow. He bent over her and kissed her lightly on the mouth. He thrust his tongue in. When he stood up, he said: "That didn't hurt, did it, my little slut?" Then he stroked her cheek and smiled.
He opened the minibar, got himself whiskey and handed Slow Suzy a glass with a sweet cocktail. He turned off the television and put on quiet, mellow music. Slow Suzy had put on the high-heels again. She walked back and forth across the floor and moved according to Speedy Simon's fancy. He sat in the deep sofa and followed her every move: "You know, Suzy, you have fantastic lips. And there's something else. When you put on these high-heel shoes, this ass of yours is out of sight. You've got fine legs, girl. Of course, your tits are small, but that's all right. They're fine for now. They'll grow." She stood before him, and he ran his hands over her thighs and licked her pussy. Then he looked up at her and rested both hands on her hips: "Suzy, tell me what you think of me."
Slow Suzy had repeated this so often that it nearly sounded convincing when she said: "You are handsome and good. You are the World Champion. I am your lover, your favorite whore, and no one but you may touch me. I will do anything for you because I am yours, and you can fuck me whenever you want to."
He played with her for a while, and when he had undressed her, they went into the bathroom. Then they got into bed. When he jerked the sheet off of them, Edith woke up.
"It's all right, Edith. We're just about finished.
When he was on the verge of orgasm, he stretched toward Edith, wet his finger, put it into the child's vulva and stroked her everywhere on the thighs and body. After he came with Slow Suzy, he lay between them, pressed Edith against him and gave her a long, French kiss: "My little slut. I love you the most of anyone in the world, and you'll always be my little slut."