More sexual contact going on. I'm warning you. It's only going to get worse.

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She'd gotten good at rubbing his thing. He made her do it each time he called her to his office; she could always make that white stuff come out.

Carver had told her what she was doing was called a hand-job and she remembered the white stuff was semen. She still didn't like the taste of it or the smell. It was strange to her, watching it shoot out, and it make her sick when it landed on her, but she just hoped he'd do it soon, her hand was starting to hurt.

He was already hard as she sat on the ground in front of him. With slight hesitation, she nervously put her hand on his penis. It felt so weird in her hand. She slowly went to moving her hand over it, making Carver let out strange sounds. She could tell she was doing good.

"Faster." Carver said and she complied, moving her little hand faster.

Carver groaned out her name and he shut his eyes and after a few moments he thrust his hips up and it happened. His "cum" shot up into the air. Landing on the girl, her face twisted in disgust.

She pulled her hand away, looking up at him.

Carver was still for a moment. Slightly dazed after his orgasm. After catching his breath, he looked down at the little girl and smiled. "C'mere."

She stood and walked toward him.

"You're a good girl." He said, pulling her towards him. "Good job, Honey."

Clementine smiled a little at the praise.

"Now I'll give you a reward." Carver told her.

"Reward?" Clementine asked.

"That's right, sugar." He pulled her onto his lap sitting her down so that her back was against his chest. She waited patiently, but wasn't expecting the next words to leave the man's mouth, "Have you ever touched yourself before?"

It took a moment for his words to register with her. "What?"

"Have you ever rubbed yourself down here?" Carver asked.

Clementine shook her head signaling that she never had.

"I'll have to teach you." Carver said.

Clementine's eyes widened. "Huh?"

"Watch, I'll show you how," Carver said before he reached over and ran his hand between her legs.

Clementine let out a startled yelp, placing a hand over his to cease his movements.

He batted her hand away and started rubbing.

"Mmmnn..." She tried to hold back a moan.

Carver didn't waste any time slipping his hand into her jeans and panties. The girl tensed as his finger moved along her slit, but that didn't stop him.

Clementine moaned out loud as he touched her clit. She closed her eyes as Carver pushed his finger against her. She didn't know what was happening. She didn't want him to touch her, but it was feeling good.

"Ooh!" She panted as he wiggled his finger.

"How does it feel?" He asked.

"I-It tickles." Clementine moaned.

"You like it?" He questioned as he kept up his rubbing, pulling her pants slightly down.

"I don't know. I've never… Aah...I've never d-done this b-before." She admitted innocently.

"You're all wet." Carver cooed in her ear.

"I... I don't know why..." Clementine said, feeling embarrassed. She wanted to stop him, but it felt nice.

"Means you like it." Carver said, continuing his movement. "Feels good doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes." The girl gasped. This was bad, Carver wasn't a doctor so he wasn't supposed to touch her there.

Soon she felt an uncontrollable violent fit of tremors wracked her little body.

"Ahh, something is happening!" The girl cried. "Ah! Ah!" Clementine moaned as Carver sped up the movement of his fingers. "It feels f- funny."

"Where?" Carver asked the child.

"I... aah! W-Where you're rubbing!" She cried. "You should stop."

"Relax Sweetie, you're fine, you're just enjoying the feeling." Carver said.

"No... Aaaah...Stop." Clementine forced herself to squeeze her legs closed, forcing him to become still much to Carver's annoyance.

"What?" He asked, pulling his hand away.

"I-It felt funny." She panted.

"Like what?" Carver asked sounding agitated.

"Like I..." Her face flushed, "Like I was going to pee."

"You weren't." He sighed, he should've expected that from a virgin. "Did you enjoy that?" Not to mention she was just a kid.

"You're not supposed to touch me down there." Clementine said.

"Why not?" Carver asked, holding back a smirk.

"Because it's... bad." Clementine said.

"Did it feel bad?" He asked her.

Clementine shook her head. "No."

"Then how could it be bad if it felt good?" Carver asked.

The girl found herself wondering the same thing, "My parents-"

"Are dead." Carver cut her off.

Clementine lowered her gaze as his words made her heart clench. "But they told me never let anyone touch me there." She wondered if they would be mad at her because Carver had touched her.

"That's because they didn't want you to feel good." Carver replied.

"Why not?" Clementine questioned.

"It doesn't matter. But it's not a bad thing Honey. Believe me." He said.

"Okay..." She didn't want to, but what he was saying made sense. How could it be bad if it felt so good?

"And it gets better than that." Carver said.

"Does it...?" Clementine asked surprised, almost excited.

"Yeah." Carver nodded. "Now you."

"What?"

"Touch yourself." He said firmly.

Clementine found her cheeks turning red. "I... I don't know how."

"Just rub down there until it feels good." He said. "Get on the desk."

Clementine swallowed, climbing up onto the desk. Slowly, she glided her hand down to her private area, sticking her hand into her pants.

"Yes." Carver breathed as he watched her.

She did as Carver said and rubbed herself. After a few moments she found that spot that he had touch before and focused on that. It felt like the world around her had disappeared, she was no longer aware of Carver watching her. She was too caught up in her pleasure.

As Clementine distractedly touched herself, she didn't notice, Carver's hands tugging at her pants and panties, pulling them down her hips and leaving her exposed.

Her sweet moans filled the room. Carver felt himself growing hard again. He slowly ran a hand over his member, taking it into his hand as he watched Clementine pleasure herself.

He began to pump himself to a steady rhythm as her bliss-filled moans reached his ears.

He closed his eyes thinking of all the things he wanted to do with the girl. He hadn't felt this way before and definitely not with someone so young.

He needed more of her. He wanted to fuck her.

He tightened his hold on his erection, imagining it was her tight entrance. Pumping faster, he groaned out.

Soon Clementine felt that feeling building again in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know what the feeling was, but it scared her, so she pulled her hands.

Carver groaned in disappointment, but continued pumping away.

For a few moments Clementine just laid there on the desk, eyes closed and breathing hard. She slowly opened her eyes as Carver's voice reached her ears. She looked over to see him rubbing his thing.

As she was pulled back into reality, heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized she was completely exposed to Carver.

As she started to pull up her panties she felt a wetness dripping from her private area… Had she peed on herself?

Clementine glanced over to Carver, noticing the man's breathing was harder than usual, and his eyes were half closed and he was moaning louder now.

Suddenly, Carver went all stiff and the white stuff shot out. It landed on both him and Clementine.

When it stopped shooting Carver relaxed. "Why'd you stop, Honey?"

"I got that funny feeling again." Clementine explained, covering her private area feeling embarrassed again..

"You were just gonna cum." He said.

"Cum?" Clementine questioned.

"Yes." Carver said. "Just like I did."

Clementine raised a brow, still confused.

"You made me feel good and I came."

Realizing what he meant her eyes widened, "I'm going to have "semen"?!" She cried in disgust.

"No honey." Carver chuckled. "You'll get wet though."

"But...It is wet..." She said, looking to her private area.

"Even wetter. And you'll feel so good." Carver said.

"Really?" Clementine asked.

"Really."

He reached into the desk, pulling out a cloth. He wiped his spunk from himself. "That was hot."

"What do you mean by hot?" Clementine responded as Carver handed her the cloth to clean herself. She didn't think it was too hot in the room.

"I mean you did a really good job." Carver explained looking at the girl's dripping cunt. "Taste yourself." He ordered.

Clementine looked horrified at the command.

"Go on." He urged.

Clementine looked down for a moment, trembling a little.

Seeing her hesitation, he put his finger back onto her still wet area and scooped some of it up in his hand tasting her juices himself. Oh, God. It was delicious.

Clementine's eyes widened in fear. "Why did you do that?" She asked.

He smiled and took another finger and held it out to the girl. "Have a taste. It's good."

Slowly, Clementine took his hand and slowly licked his finger.

"What do you think?"

Clementine shyly looked away, shrugging her shoulders.

"You did good today." Carver put his arms around the girl and kissed her. His tongue went deep into her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.

Clementine moved a bit and Carver felt his penis rub against her, so close to her vagina.

He groaned at the sudden contact. He couldn't wait to actually be inside of her.