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"Better hurry up," the old man said, "we're already up to the fourth floor. Get those pretty little lips busy, child."
The fourth floor - Faith's floor! Yes, yes, she could escape. The doors would open and she would... No, no, no. The lift didn't stop! I pushed the button, I pushed the button! Please stop! Please. Oh god, no!
Despair flooded little Faith's body and still she held the wretched long, hard cock in her hands. Her hands looked so tiny around the monster. But Faith pulled herself together. She grabbed every bit of her willpower, channeling it all into her hands and she let it go! But her hands were still wrapped around the throbbing piece of meat. Nooooooooo!
Faith felt herself leaning forward, rising up with her legs to get to the right height. No, no, no, no, please! But her lips met the end of the man's erection and she heard him gasp with pleasure. She strained her eyes up into his, knowing that this was what he would want - to see her face and know her humiliation through the incredible blush that covered her as she opened her lips and slid the head of his manhood into her little mouth. The smug look of satisfaction and the excitement in his eyes told Faith everything.
The ten-year-old had no idea what she was doing, what she was supposed to do. But her hands seemed to know - they stroked and stroked at his cock, picking up speed with some of the lubricating saliva from her own mouth. Her tongue seemed to know as well - it flicked and rolled about the bulbous blob in her mouth, making the man's eyes flare with desire. Her lips and her mouth and her muscles all knew the drill as well, working to pull more of the evil cock into her mouth, sucking and pulling at it until she was nearly gagging. And poor little Faith's head knew exactly how to please the man. Her head bobbed forward and back and forward and back, faster and faster as she sucked at the monster of flesh.
"Oh god, yes, yes, child, ohhh," the old man groaned. He pushed his fingers into the long red hair on either side of Faith's head and began to thrust forward, fucking her mouth. "Oh god, you're so good at that. Yes!"
Faith was certain she was going to faint or choke to death any second. The man was pressing against her throat, threatening to push his too-big erection into her wind pipe. But she managed to pull her head back just enough and she kept up her sucking and licking and her wet little hands stroked up and down his shaft as fast she could manage.
Just past the man's torso, Faith could see the floor indicator. Why were they moving so slowly! They were just passing the sixth floor. Why couldn't she stop sucking so hard at the man's erection? Why did she have to keep rubbing it with her hand. Why was she using her other hand to play with the bags of flesh at the base of his cock? It was all so disgusting and scary and, and, and wrong!
"Oh god, yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, ohhh, ohhh, I can't hold it any... OHHHH! OHHHH!"
Something hot and thick, slimy and oily, like Faith imagined egg whites would feel, flooded Faith's mouth. Then more, and more. She nearly choked on it before the man would let go of her head and let her rear back. She was rewarded with another big spout of the warm, viscous liquid across her face.
Faith thought the terrible ejaculate in her mouth was the most horrifying, disgusting thing that could possibly exist! She couldn't stand it! It coated her mouth with a cloying, pervasive taste - not bitter or even strong - but wrong, terribly, terribly wrong. A little girl wasn't supposed to know what this tasted like. She couldn't possibly hold it in her mouth for a second longer. She parted her lips to spit the nasty, nasty stuff out as fast as she could.
But instead, pretty Faith looked up into the eyes of the smug old man and showed him how much of his evil cum she'd collected in her mouth. With a finger, he scooped the errant slick of his cum from her cheek and her little nose, and pushed it into her mouth to add to the pool of off-white goo. As soon as she could see that he was satisfied, Faith closed her mouth and carefully swallowed every drop of the warm goo. Every part of her brain screamed no, but the terrible, pungent cum left a trail of oily residue all the way down her throat.
As the man zipped up his pants and fastened his belt, the elevator pinged for the eighth floor. Little Faith rocked back on her heels in complete disbelief of what she'd done.
"Here you are dear, I do hope to see you again soon," the man said.
Faith blinked and looked back up to the older gentleman, who had his hand out with a ten dollar bill. She didn't want his money! She didn't want to EVER see him again! But she watched in horror as her little hand reached up to take the money, only to see the look on the man's mean face get even smugger.
"Yes, yes, pleasure doing business with you dear. The name's Clint, Clint Fitser. Wouldn't mind hearing you moan my name next time, little one, if you know what I mean." The doors to the elevator opened and the man stepped out with a jaunty bounce to his step. Faith leaned against the door, panting, until the doors slid shut.
Suddenly alone again, Faith found that she could move and act as she pleased. The strange feeling that had gripped her, which she was only now recognizing, was gone. She jumped to her feet, quickly buttoned her blouse back up and tucked it into her skirt. She didn't bother with her panties or her tie - she just wanted OUT of the lift. She jumped to the control panel and pressed the open-door button. She was more than happy to tromp down a few flights of stairs if she could only get OUT. The doors stubbornly refused to obey her repeated jabbing at the button. In a rising panic, Faith pushed the button for four, the floor of her parent's flat. But the button refused to light up. The ground floor button also wouldn't light up. She was trapped in the elevator!
Faith pounded on the control panel pressing every button to no avail. But finally she noticed something at the very bottom of the control panel she'd never seen before. She was sure it had never been there before. There was a very thin, horizontal slot, about two inches across. And next to it was a tiny red electronic display that read $30.
Faith stared and stared at the small slot as more and more horror gripped her. It couldn't be. It just couldn't! But finally, with a feeling of utter defeat, Faith picked up the ten dollar bill she'd thrown to the floor. Carefully, she fed one end of the bill into the slot. It was a perfect fit. No sooner had she pushed half an inch of the bill into the orifice than it was quickly sucked into the panel. A second later, the digital readout changed: $20.