Warren knew what to look for. And most importantly, he knew where to look. Searching for pics and vids of little kids on the Internet was one thing, but finding an opportunity in real life was an entirely different story. Being extremely careful went without saying. However, it also took a lot of research and planning.
Warren was attracted to very young girls - especially toddlers. He had a sickening desire for the particular habits and behaviors that were unique to this age group. His thick penis enjoyed the drooling, baby babbles, tottling, squatting, and messing that little girls in this age group were known for. He enjoyed the way they smelled. The light soap, the baby breath, and especially the aroma of baby powder between their soft little legs. He loved their innocence, and the act of betrayal of that very innocence when they went potty in their sweet little diapers. He also enjoyed the notion of defiling them and molesting them in cruel and degrading ways once they were "dirty." Upon making "messy," the child was no longer deserving of any sort of respect, rather they were now deserving of sick and degrading humiliation. That was the part that Warren enjoyed the most. It was the only thing left in life that made his evil cock explode into intense orgasm.
Indeed, Warren had many years of practice to hone his craft. He now had plenty of real life experiences under his belt to draw from. He was now a veteran predator and (as mentioned above) he knew exactly where to hunt for his victims. Today, he was on the prowl and his cock was hard as hell.
The age group of little girls that attracted Warren didn't fall off trees. They were always closely guarded by someone - usually a relative. This made the victimization of the child very difficult, but not impossible. This process required the initial "hunt" for a much older victim - usually the mother of the child. In Warren's sick and demented mind, the profile for a successful victim usually read something like this: Very young mom (usually teenage to early 20's), raised in abusive household under impoverished conditions. Young mom seeks attention. Young mom tries drugs and alcohol to fit in with her peers - who are also raised in white trash impoverished conditions. Young mom seeks attention from opposite sex and will have sex with anyone who will give it to her - which usually entails multiple partners. Young mom gets knocked up. The five or six boyfriends she's had within the course of 18 months (give or take) deny responsibility. Young mom cannot afford to take her case to a court. Young mom's abusive parent (notice there is no plural here) learns of her predicament and either A: gets angry and kicks her out. OR B: Cannot afford the additional burden and cost of a grandchild born out of wedlock and kicks her out anyway. Either way, the young mom usually find herself desperate and living out on the street at this point.
The profile continues: Young mom is left to fend for herself. Young mom has no place to live. Young mom takes more drugs to feel better about life. Young mom becomes unable to sustain her drug habit with a legitimate income. Young mom turns to selling her body on the street. Her looks begin to fade after giving birth to her child. Young mom is forced to do more perverse and sickening things with her male "clients" in order to make the money she once did when she began "hooking." Young mom's child becomes slightly older - drugs, diapers, and baby food become more and more of a financial burden. Young mom becomes much more desperate - turning more tricks a day than ever before. Young mom loses what little self esteem she has left. Young mom's drug addiction takes over all other priorities in her life - including the well being of her child. Then, finally, young mother will do anything at all get another high - ANYTHING!
This is usually the point when a sick pervert like Warren moves in on her. This is most likely to occur when the young slut is very desperate and, consequently, VERY willing. This is when the young woman's child is ripe and ready to be victimized. This is the point where no one will be alerted or notified. The child is too young to talk coherently yet - and therefore will not tell anyone. The young mother has lost all sense of priority and will never tell the police. All she wants is her next fix. And now - more than ever before - she needs a steady stream of male clients to keep up her drug habit. Calling the police on ANY of her clients would almost certainly narrow her list of customers and reduce what little income she has left. Calling the police on disgusting perverts like Warren will certainly not help her needs - especially if the perverts (men much like Warren) who want to have a "special session" to "play" with her daughter often pay much more money than the sickos that want to degrade and abuse her own body. As a matter of fact, it is these child molesters that often turn out to be the young mom's bread and butter, and she becomes very pleased and willing to cater to their needs - at the expense of her useless "cunt" of a daughter whom, by this time, has annoyed her to no end, causing her nothing but headaches, and drying up most of her drug money. The young mother begins to care less and less about her little girl and more and more about catering to the wishes of her child molesting clients.
This is inevitably where a pervert like Warren comes in. He has seen these kinds of women prostituting themselves on the inner city streets time and again. He is experienced and he is ready. He has done this many times before. Today is Tuesday and it is sunny and 82 degrees out. The cheap cunts won't be difficult to spot. Their sleazy white trash outfits have "desperate whore" and "poverty slut" written all over them. All he has to do is find the perfect victim with a daughter of the appropriate age (stretch marks on the whore's stomach and abdomen are usually a tell tail sign). Then it is strictly a matter of luring them into his lavish car, being nice to them, patronizing them with false compliments, and offering them lots of money to play "coochie coo" with their sweet little girl. This formula has worked many times before. And it will work again.
Today was Tuesday, and Warren had taken one of his many vacation weeks from his job as a senior executive at a large business firm in New York. He had plenty of cash and free time to seek out and indulge in his quest for perverted sexual fulfillment. He had taken his expensive SUV out for a spin in his favorite "neck of the woods" to find his potential victim - the North Jersey city of Newark. It was on the outskirts of Manhattan just 15 minutes outside of the Lincoln tunnel. The usual gutter whores where on the beat. They tended to be black women or much older white women who were all washed up and permanently scarred and damaged. Warren had little interest at all in these types of prostitutes. Fortunately, the kind of "cunt" he was looking for could also be found in these parts, but they were usually the ones who were snatched up first and therefore it took a little more patience to find these special kinds of girls. Warren breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. He had to be patient. After all, he wasn't the only child molester out here that had figured out his strategy. He had to wait his turn. That was fine with him. He had all day and all night. Hell, he had the rest of the week for that matter. Having divorced his ex-wife years ago (or rather she divorced him), he was a free wheeling middle aged man. Life was great. And it was about to get better...
There, standing on the corner, was the useless "cunt" of his dreams. This young tart looked to be in her late teens and had pale white skin. She had long blond hair (probably dyed) that hung down past her thin shoulder blades. She was wearing a cheap pair of cutoff jeans that were ripped at the base and looked liked the classic pair of daisy dukes. She wore a cheap halter top that exposed the upper potions of her small breasts. Warren was a few cars behind at this intersection and so he eyed her carefully. She seemed to be looking around desperately at all the cars that were stopping at the traffic light. She certainly seemed to be in need of something (probably drugs) and Warren certainly had the means and the money to help her - for a special price of course. Yep, today was a good day for the filthy child pervert. He didn't have to wait very long. This young teenybopper was exactly the kind of trailer trash he was looking for. She was perfect!
Warren pulled is SUV around the corner away from the main avenue and stopped. The young hooker took this on cue and hurriedly made her way to the passenger side. Warren unlocked the automatic door and the stupid cunt got in quickly to avoid being potentially seen by various law enforcement. She had green eyes that seemed a bit worn and tired for a young cunt her age. Warren noticed needle marks almost immediately on her arms and legs. To top it off, the filthy whore smelled like she hadn't bathed in a while - more specifically, she smelled like urine! Probably one of her previous "clients" had used her for a toilet - not uncommon for a sleazy street cunt like herself. Warren's cock was already rock hard. He politely introduced himself under a false name (hookers never checked for ID) and let her touch his crotch. This was a prostitute's standard procedure to make sure they weren't being snagged by an undercover cop. The young girl had the shakes and it was obvious that she was far overdue for her fix.
"What is your name sweetie?" He asked her politely.
"It's Shelly." The young blond stammered looking at him anxiously and smiling as best she could.
It was obvious that she wanted him to like her and take her out on "a date."
"Mmm Shelly. That's a nice name for a girl like you. What's a pretty little thing like you doin on the street?"
The young cunt blushed a little.
"I...I um...you know....I'm lookin' for a date. You sure you ain't a cop or nuthin are ya?" she stammered.
"No sweetheart. I'm no cop. I'm just cruising the streets looking for a little action myself. You seem like a pretty girl who like to please men. Is this true?" I was kind of hoping you were 'that kind' of girl."
Warren was working her over well. He wanted to get the point across that he like obedient girls - girls who would do anything he wanted.
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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