Harry's preference was simple, he loved anything and everything there was about girl in the 3 to 13 age group; Sally was a bit more complex, she loved young boys but not just that. This is the story of how they found each other and fell in love / lust together.
Harry was successful by any measure, he'd worked hard to build up his business in home security systems and after 30 years of hard work was enjoying managing and selling it as a franchise. He'd been married for a short while in his twenties but it didn't last because, even back then he craved young hairless pussy. For most of the past 20 years he'd managed his cravings through a close network of internet buddies who shared photos and video clips with him and on his annual trips overseas mainly to Thailand and the Philippines. He'd just celebrated his 50th birthday at home alone and thinking about his impending trip to the Philippines he wondered whether it was time to get himself a wife.
A few years back Harry had found a 'helpful' mamasan (Girlie) at The Paradise Bar in Cebu. Girlie knew what Harry liked and she knew Harry was generous to her and her girls and she knew that her finders fee was proportionate to how young and how new they were. More importantly she knew that when she found him a girl in his favourite age bracket of 6 to 10 she could expect to be well rewarded. Girlie's job wasn't easy as the bar girls knew about men like Harry and generally despised them. That said she also knew that Harry was gentle, kind and generous and more importantly she knew that some of Harry's previous girls had spoken about him to their friends and although none of them would admit to having supplied their young daughter, sister or cousin with him they'd generally said nice things about him.
Girlie had put the word out about Harry's impending visit and had lined up a few hopefuls. Prime candidate amongst them was Rosita who was a 20 year old country girl who had been working at the bar for the past six months.
Rosita had a six year old daughter, Loti, who was something of a burden in so far as she, like lots of her friends, hoped to bag themselves a 'foreign' husband and having Loti in the equation made her an unattractive proposition, unattractive to most that is! Rosita had been introduced to the bar scene when she was 14 by one of her cousins and innocent and naive as she was she was soon banged up by a German guy who she never saw again leaving her with no option but to return to the village and life of toil in the fields. Short of money and hungry she'd convinced her mother to look after her the child whilst she went to the city to earn what she could. Girlie's sales pitch of a kind and gentle man paying big money to play some naughty games with little girls attracted Rosita's attention. She knew that Loti's days were numbered at home before one of her cousins or some dirty old man in the village took Loti into the forest so why not get some money for it she argued (to herself). She'd mentioned Harry's name to the other girls and yes they spoke of their disgust but they also spoke of his generosity and none of them said anything bad about him. In the days before Harry's arrival Rosita pictured herself counting a wod of money whilst the white man fingered Loti's bits or had Loti playing with his cock. She's winced a couple of times at the thought of his finger pushing past her little girls hymen and the subsequent tears but again, she'd concluded that would happen in the village - it had happed to her when she was a child.
Girlie had sent Harry some photo's of Rosita and he'd built up a picture of her six year old daughter based up those of her pretty slightly built mom. He'd pulled himself off a few time as he imagined Rosita's daughter with his fat hard cock buried deep inside the six year old's belly.
Two flights later Harry arrived in Cebu and booked into the chalet style apartment he liked in the grounds of his favoured hotel. After a couple of hours sleep he was woken by the ridged solid rod in his shorts which seemed to know what was close by and wanted to get at it asap.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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