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As soon as the elevator doors closed, Faith set her backpack on the ground and then reached under her short school skirt to pull down her panties and step out of them. She couldn't understand why she was doing something so strange, but she couldn't seem to stop, either. And once she'd managed to push them down over her white ankle socks, and step her little black shoes out of the leg holes, she looked up to see the man watching her with an expectant air. Faith could feel herself blush, and she knew that the man would see it. Faith's pale complexion and the pretty freckles sprinkled across her young face made it very obvious whenever she blushed, and she knew and hated it.
Faith glanced at the floor indicator. The lift seemed to be moving far too slowly! They'd barely made it to the first floor. And why was she unbuttoning her blouse? She'd already pulled her tie loose and dropped it to the ground and she was already half way done with her buttons! Why couldn't she stop? Oh god, no! He's staring at me, smiling. No, no, no! But Faith pulled the short tails of her blouse from her skirt and opened it wide, revealing her cute, flat breasts to the ogling passenger. Another glance at the floor indicator and she saw they'd only gotten as far as the second floor!
To Faith's horror, the older man faced her and quickly opened his belt and the top button of his slacks. The little girl took a startled step backwards, but the man stepped forward even as he unzipped his fly. Faith backed into the corner of the elevator and had nowhere to go. Since her blouse was now on the floor, the wall was cold on her bare back and shoulders.
"Well? Don't just stand there," the man said impatiently.
Oh god, oh god, no! Faith's mind was reeling. She decided to scream as loud as she could! And she would dash for the door the second the elevator opened on her floor. She had to get out of here! But what Faith actually did was to drop to her knees in front of the old man, then reach out to awkwardly pull his boxer shorts down to his knees, where he'd already dropped his pants. Noooooo! she wanted to scream. But instead she took the terrifying piece of flesh that dangled between his legs into her petite, soft hands and gently massaged it as it quickly grew in length, width and firmness.
"Oh my god, yes! That's so good!" the man moaned. "Get my cock nice and hard first. Oh!"
Faith Rowel had never seen a man's genitals; she'd never heard the word cock. Suddenly she was holding one in her hands, just inches from her pretty, freckled face! She knew this was a bad, bad, bad, bad thing to be doing, but she couldn't stop. With every ounce of her being she tried to let go of the cock. She tried to jump and push the man away. She tried to cover her face and scream and cry. But instead she just kept playing with the pole of flesh, smoothly stroking her hands up and down until, with a growing horror, she understood that the cock was ready. What it was ready for, she had no idea.
"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.