RUSSIAN LOLIPORN 3 by AmandaBlonde & Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as described in the story. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may portray different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain adults at all times.

Writer: AmandaBlonde & Regis

Subject: RUSSIAN LOLIPORN 3

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: With a name like Paul Yakoff, you might imagine I was connected with the sex trade in some way, and I had more than a little experience in the business. My main asset was my skill in Eastern European languages, like Hungarian, Ukrainian, Czech, Polish and Russian. That got me the kind of writing assignments that kept my penis rigid and often spouting the good stuff. On one assignment in particular, I got involved in the child pornography business to do an exposé on Russian, Czech, Polish, Hungarian and Ukrainian little girls whose mothers sold them into the sex trade. This is that story.

Russian Loliporn 3

“The younger girls always enjoy modeling and dancing for the cameras. They tell me that they get excited each time they come here for a session.” I noticed Lera was staring the pictures in the albums on the side of the room, while her mother was busy calculating rubles in her head.

Demetri leaned forward and said, “I assure you that no one will harm your daughter. And if she is obedient and a good dancer, she could be called back twice a month for many months, maybe for several years. It depends on her attitude, and how much she’s willing to display.

“We’ll know today if she is cooperative. Her face is certainly pretty enough. We always pay a two-hour minimum for a full session. And it’s your decision whether you would like to earn 200 or 800 rubles per hour, that’s either 400 or 1,600 rubles per session, your choice entirely.”

I looked over towards the side of the foyer and noticed Lera squirming as she continued to leaf through the album filled with pictures of nude girls her age, although I knew that what Demitri was letting her see were mostly mild poses.

Lera tried not to show her excitement. She wanted to act grown-up, but her body language betrayed her. She was squirming, rotating her foot with her knees crossed, a form of mild female masturbation, and chewing on her bottom lip.

Lera’s mother pointed for her to put the album back on the table, as if to say, “Don’t pick things like that up!”

Demetri held up his hand and said, “Oh, that’s fine, let her look. It’s OK.” He pointed towards the other wall. “There is another stack of albums over there, Lera, and more in the changing room if you would like to see some of our girls in different themes, poses and costumes.”

He pointed to the table at the end of the foyer, then said to us, “After all, she might be chosen for several sessions yet this week if she shows us she can follow directions. Then she will have her own portfolio of photos, like the other models.

Our clients look through the portfolios and request specific girls for certain spreads. She is pretty enough. Here is the money for today’s audition. We already approved the preliminary snapshots and measurements that Ms. Nastoski sent us last week.”

He pulled an envelope from his jacket and sat it on the table. It was unsealed and Lera’s mother looked closely to see the revealed edges of so many bills inside the open envelope. And this was just for coming to an interview!

They discussed money for a while after he signaled for Ms. Persia to take Lera in to get her ready. “And, Ms. Persia, let her look at the other albums while you do her hair.” He laughed gently. “That is, if she wants to. We need to talk another fifteen minutes.”

He winked at Lera, who blushed. He said to both mother and daughter, “We’ll start with a leotard so we can see right away if she has the figure and the attitude to be a good model. You’re a very pretty girl, Lera.” Ms. Persia took Lera’s hand and led her into the changing room.

Lera was tall for an eleven-year-old. I guessed almost five feet. Very slender, maybe eighty pounds. Reddish-blond hair with a dusting of pink freckles all over her perfect, white skin. Her teeth looked large in her mouth when she smiled.

Her lips were full, her pierced ears sporting over-sized, cheap earrings. She had just a hint of a figure, with narrowing hips, ready-to-bloom breasts, a pert bum and long legs. The child had the face of an angel. She was in every way perfect.

Demetri assured Lera’s mother again that nobody would harm her; that everything was ‘above board.’ He promised her, “There is always a female photographer present.” He neglected to mention hidden cameras, streaming her nudity to paying customers around the world.

She asked again who would get to see the pictures. Demetri explained that artists needed pictures of beautiful, young girls with budding figures. He said, “These are art photos, not to be confused with child pornography.

“Everything is legal, and beautiful. All of the girls are happy to be models and want to come back again and again, if they are invited. But of course, we can only invite the girls who are cooperative to come back and model for us, especially at the top rate we pay.”

The Russian word for “top rate” sounds similar to the Russian word for “marbles.” Then he joked, “And you can get a lot of marbles if Lera is chosen. Because if she is limber, not too shy, and follows directions, she could be called back many times.”

I added that she looked like the type of model my publishing company was looking for. I said, “I will be able to tell while she models in the leotard if she has the cute, budding figure, but to use her as a model she must also be limber and obedient, so I must see her naked.”

Lera’s mother assured us that her daughter was both limber and obedient, being a skilled, flexible ballet dancer, and that each time before we started a session, she would remind her to do everything we said when we took her in to be photographed.

When Ms. Persia brought Lera back out to us I did a double take, and so did Lera’s mother. Lera was incredibly beautiful, with her hair, make-up, bright red ‘wet-look’ lipstick, eye shadow, and wearing only a sheer, pink leotard and spike heels.

The high heels made her taller than Ms. Persia. Ms. Persia was easily three times as wide. The pudgy seamstress smiled and said, “Is lovely, yes?”

We all nodded. Demetri and I smiled, knowing that Lera was excited about modeling for us. I” was already planning on how I would pose her, get her naked and have her spread her thighs for us to display her open hairless vagina.

Ms. Persia said, “I have several costumes that would fit her today if you would like to do a full session today, Demetri. I think she is ready to do poses now. She can show you how limber she is. Call me in if you need any adjustments or different costumes.”

Lera blushed as we looked at her. We could all see her tiny, pink, erect nipples through the material and the outline of her pretty little crack between her legs. Her nipples stiffened as we looked. Each breast was the size of half of a Florida orange.

As Ms. Persia and Lera walked towards us I was able to distinguish through the sheer material of her tight leotard a dusting a reddish pubic hair on Lera’s large pubic mound. It looked even larger because she was otherwise so slender.

Lera had fat, full pussy lips; and a crack that seemed to reach above her pubic bone – the full lips giving no trace of her hidden clitoral ridge. We could see the tight, sheer material pulling between her lips as she walked.

It was obvious that Lera was straining to keep from crossing her hands in front of her, knowing we could all see through the sheer leotard. Ms. Persia had Lera turn around for us to observe her better.

Lera’s mother’s jaw dropped seeing her daughter’s bare ass with not even a thong coming up between her butt cheeks. The sexy leotard had been cut away in back, so that the child’s full buttocks were fully bare. If she bent forward her anus would be on full display in the spread seam.

Demetri said, “Oh yes, your daughter is lovely, Mrs. Stegovitch. Now we will take a few pictures to see if she is poised and obedient.” He stood up. “It’s better if you wait out here with Ms. Persia while Ms. Dagmar takes sample photos.

“We will watch the initial photo session to see how well she follows directions.” Lera’s Mother agreed without commenting on the revealing outfit. She said, “Stand up straight, Lera, and you have to do everything they tell you.

Show them how limber and flexible you are, and what a skilled dancer you are. This is no time to be shy, child. Nobody in this country will ever see these pictures. They will only be seen by yellow Chinks in Asia.”

We took Lera into the ballet room first. Demetri closed the door. “Ms. Persia will talk with your mother, Lera. Go ahead and limber up. You’re a very pretty little girl. If you want to get your clothes off, and just do the nude part, we’re okay with that, we’ll see your movement better.”

Demetri winked at me as the girl followed Ms. Dagmar over to the stretching bar in front of the video camera. Dagmar took several pictures and tried to get Lera to relax. She put on lively dance music and we watched Lera stretch and dance.

It was difficult for her to dance wearing the high heels she’d been given, but she was lovely. She was limber. Her perfect skin glistened through the costume – her bare ass firm and white. Lera’s breasts were just as firm, riding high on her chest.

The shoes made her five inches taller. Dagmar had Lera put her feet apart and touch her toes. Lera surprised us and put her palms on the floor. She was indeed limber. While she held that pose, Demetri and I walked over to stand behind the girl.

We could see the wrinkles of her light pink anus radiating outwards on either side of the pink starfish of her pretty asshole. We could also see the lower edge of her bare vulva, and the crack that was her cuntlet.

“Hold that pose, Lera. Very good. Very limber.” We gathered around the young girl while she kept her hands on the floor. Dagmar took a series of close-up shots of her bare groin. We could see the dime-sized hole of her open anus.

Dagmar had her stand up and stretch all four limbs for us. “Come over to the bed now and lay on your back. We need to see how far apart you can stretch your legs. Keep them straight se we see their full length. That’s it.”

Lera started to tug her leotard down, embarrassed that her pussy lips might be seen. Dagmar gently stopped her hand. “Your leotard is fine. I’ll adjust it if we need to. Put your hands as high over your head as you can while we walk over to the bed. That’s it.”

Lera blushed but didn’t attempt to adjust her costume. As Dagmar gave the girl instructions, Demetri and I stood nearby and watched closely, nodding to both of them, approving of Lera’s erotic moves of her limbs as she swayed to the music.

Dagmar had her lay on her back, bend her knees, and put her feet close to her head while looking right into her camera. We could see her pussy lips the moves of her thighs parting them as she brought her knees together.

Encouraged by Dagmar, she slid her thong half way down her thighs, now fully revealing her anus and vagina, which was spread up to her clitoral ridge. The underdeveloped inner labia lips were virtually absent. Beautiful.

Her wet, pink vagina, clearly in heat, was open, revealing the inner tiny hole into her cunt. Almost no pubic hair – angel pink and sparse lips. The leotard was wet at the opening to her vagina. Lera blushed as she watched Dagmar take a close-up.

“Does that embarrass you?” Dagmar chided with a smile.

“Yes.” Lera admitted.

“Does it bother you, Lera, that Demetri and Paul are watching you so closely being naked there with your legs apart like this?” Dagmar chuckled.
The child didn’t answer, but blushed brighter. She held her position, on her back with her feet up near her head, opening her thighs wider.

“It’s OK to be embarrassed.” Dagmar told the youngster model. “It’s natural to be embarrassed.”

Demetri smiled, too. “You’re a very pretty girl, Lera. I think you might make a fine model. Do you want to be a model?”

“Yes. Mama wants me to do what you say.” She was blushing, with her pale, freckled skin taking on a mottled, reddish glow. “She said I had to do everything you say.”

Dagmar took another close-up of the grinning cuntlet between Lera’s legs. “You know that if we choose you to be a model, that you will have to always pull your panties down for the cameras, so they can see your cunnie?”

Lera swallowed and looked to the side of the room. She said softly, “Yes.”

“Did you see pictures of the other girls pulling down their panties for the cameras?”

“Yes.”

“Did you see some of the funny positions they got in after they took off their panties?”

“Yes.”

“Did you see a couple of the girls push a carrot or a zucchini into their cunnie?”

“I did. It was a strange thing to do”

“And will you do some of those things, Lera? Will you always pull your panties down when I tell you to, for my camera?”

She hesitated, then said, “Yes. I will.” Her skin was glowing hot.

Demetri said, “Very good, Lera. I think you will do well. You don’t need to tell your mother how you pose. She won’t ask you. And you must not tell your friends and family. Nobody in Russia will see your pictures. Do you understand?”

Another swallow. “Yes.” She said timidly.

Dagmar smiled, “This is good, Lera. I knew you could do it. You don’t need to take your panties off today, Lera. If it’s OK with Demetri, I would like to do several sets with you tomorrow. Would you like to come back tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Lera said quickly. The relief was clear in her voice.

Dagmar said, “You can go in, and Ms Persia will help get you ready to go home in just a minute. And tomorrow I will help get you dressed. Ms Persia and I will put on your makeup and do your hair so you look perfect, after your mother leaves.

You’re a very pretty girl, and you won’t have to pull your panties down right away when you come back tomorrow. We need to take lots of pictures of you all dressed up, and while you get undressed again. So in some of the photos, you will still be wearing your panties. OK?”

“Yes. I want to be a model.”

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE