Little Girl, Online Target to Bedroom Toy (Anika’s Innocence Lost) – Pt. 1

Anika had never owned a computer. She had no experience with Chatrooms. The man she met online took full advantage of her naiveté.

“Does anyone want to chat?” the small girl typed. She’d heard girls at school talking about a chat-website. Anika sat on her bed, eager to play on her first computer. It’d been a gift from her daddy, for her 14th birthday.

Her screen was instantly filled with questions and introductory comments. Slowly she typed, “I’m Anika. My daddy and me just moved here from Sweden.”

Suddenly her screen was filled with new names and comments.
Daddy 101 wrote, “Hi Anika.”
“Welcome honey,” appeared from Mr. Daddy.
“Such a pretty name,” Prv. Daddy’s message read. “Can we chat in private?”

Anika tried to read the messages, but they were scrolling too quickly. It seemed everyone wanted to chat with her.
“Prv Daddy,” she replied, “what does, chat in private mean?”

Three more, Daddy names, flew across her screen, explaining how to have a conversation which only they could see. Each of the three helpful comments wanted her to… Go Private… with them, too.

Following the instructions, she typed, “Prv. Daddy, are you here?”
Immediately the words, “Hi Sweetie, tell me more about yourself,” appeared in a new window.
Anika smiled, proud she’d been able to achieve this task. ‘Maybe computers,’ she thought, ‘aren’t so difficult. I already have a friend who wants to talk to me.’

“I have long blonde hair, blue eyes,” Anika replied. Hoping her new friend wouldn’t leave, she added, “I’m short, only 4’6” and thin. No… you know, on my chest.” Most girls her age already had breasts.
“What do you look like?” she innocently asked. This was her first time in a chatroom, she was unsure what was acceptable to ask.

Almost instantly a reply appeared. “WOW, Anika, you sound beautiful.”
She read the words three times. No one had ever told her she was beautiful.

“I’m not… beautiful,” she typed. “I’m just… me.”
Another message rolled over her monitor. “Honey, I’m an OLD man. I’m 54 and tall. I like talking to you.”

“That’s not old.” Anika replied. Waiting for a moment, she asked, “I don’t know the English word, Prv. What does it mean?” She watched for an answer.

“Sweetie,” Prv. Daddy replied, “It’s just a short word that means I like to talk with young girls.”
Anika grinned, eagerly typing, “Then you don’t mind that I’m not older? Or that I don’t have any… big… chest?”

“If you mean you don’t have tits,” his message read, “I think that’s wonderful. It just makes you even more beautiful.”
Anika blushed. She knew the English word… tits, but had never imagined a man saying… or writing it to her. And, he didn’t mind her flat chest!

“I bet you have at least two boyfriends, don’t you.”
She hesitated to reply. “No boyfriends.”

“If I lived close to you… and you didn’t mind me being an old man,” he wrote, “I’d be your boyfriend. You sound adorable.”
No one had ever been this nice to her.

Over the next 30 minutes, Prv. Daddy discovered the young girl lived only 45 minutes from his house. He’d casually inquired if she had a camera for her computer. When she’d told him she didn’t, he offered to send one to her, but she had to keep it a secret from her father.
The pervert had manipulated many girls Anika’s age. He knew grooming them was best achieved with a cam.

Three days later, Anika sat at her computer, waiting for her secret friend’s message.
“Hi Sweetie,” a message appeared. “Is your cam connected?”
“YES!” she replied, eager to finally see the caring man who’d sent her this nice gift.

A separate box filled half her screen. It was the broad chest of a shirtless man, his face not visible.
“Well, honey,” he asked, “am I too old for such a beautiful little girl?”
Anika giggled, writing, “No, Prv. Daddy. You look… like my grandpa. He’d nice and I think you’re nice too.”

“Anika, can I see you, Sweetie?”
Turning on her cam, Anika’s face and shoulders appeared.
“Oh my,” his message wrote, “You’re even more beautiful than I’d imagined.”
The small girl wiggled excitedly on her mattress.

“Honey,” he asked, “Can we talk to each other rather than type?”
“How?” she asked.
Explaining how to turn on the voice app. he heard her soft innocent voice for the first time.

“What a sweet voice you have Anika,” he said with grandfatherly tenderness.
Anika bashfully giggled.
“Sweetie, I’ve thought about your beautiful chest,” he said softly. “Have you ever let anyone see it?”

“No, but…” she hesitated, “no one ever asked. I mean, there’s nothing to see.”
“I bet it’s lovely. Can you take off your blouse for me?”

Slowly lifting her t-shirt, her petite firm nipples pointed toward the cam.
“Sooooo adorable,” he exclaimed. “I wish you were my girlfriend, honey.”
The tiny girl blushed. “You like me… with no… tits,” she asked shyly. “You don’t think I’m too small?”

“Anika,” he replied, “I think you’re the perfect size. Everything about you is just… beautiful.” The little girl had been much easier to manipulate than most. It was obvious she was ready for the next step.

“Sweetie, did you ever play with one of your boyfriends… in Sweden… with his, cock?”
Her blue eyes opened wide at the man’s unexpected question. “I never… had a boyfriend. No, never that other thing either.”
“But you’ve seen what a man looks like, between his legs,” he asserted.

“Just a picture, in a book,” she reluctantly replied, looking toward the wall.
“Sweetie,” he asked softly, “why are you looking away from the cam?”
“I… I’ve never talked about this stuff,” she confessed, her rosy cheeks filled with embarrassment.

“Ummmm,” he moaned, enjoying her innocence as his cock grew hard. “Sweetie, you haven’t told anyone about us… about me… have you?”
“NO!” she quickly replied. “I… like you, talking to you. You’re my friend.”

“Then maybe,” he suggested, “you’d like to see a man’s… cock? Maybe… mine?” Without waiting, he lowered the camera’s focus.
“Is it…” Anika asked, “Nasty for me to see it?”

The little girl’s youthful vocabulary made his shaft throb with excitement. He’d worn gym shorts in hopeful anticipation of doing this very thing. Sliding the waistband over his erection, his 6” cock filled Anika’s screen.

Her blue eyes stared at the thick shaft in his hand. Clear liquid glistened on the tip. “It’s… big,” she stammered.
Pointing the probe toward his cam, he asked, “Sweetie, if I was with you, would you touch it? Maybe… kiss it?”

Anika stared at the throbbing cock, the first… real one, she’d ever seen. “Maybe touch it,” she quietly replied.
“Oh Sweetie, I’d like that so much.” Sliding his hand over its length, he began masturbating for the shy small girl. “See how my hand is moving honey? Do you think you could do this with your hand?”

Nodding, she said softly, “I… think so. But it’s bigger around than my hand. So maybe not.”
“Ummmmmm,” he groaned, imagining her tiny fingers on his cock. “Do you know what happens when little girls do this to a man’s cock?”

Anika shook her head. “Is it bad?” she innocently asked.
“No, Sweetie,” he moaned, his hand’s speed increasing. “I’ll try to show you. But since my hand isn’t as special as yours, it may not work.”

“My hand is… special?” she asked, looking at her fingers.
“Sweetie,” he assured her, “If your hand was doing this, I know it’d happen. I sure wish I could feel your hand on me… sometime.” His orgasm was quickly approaching.

“My hand would be better than yours?” she asked, trying to imagine how that was possible. “Guess I can’t ever do it, though.”

Casually, he said, “You live close to my house.”
Anika’s face filled with excitement. “Maybe,” she said, uncertain if she should ask her friend to do this for her, “if you want me… my hand, sometime….”

Slowing his masturbation, wishing to prolong this moment, he asked with a needy tone, “Sweetie, you’d do that for me? You’d help me… like that?”
With a cute smile, Anika looked into the cam, eagerly nodding. “You’re my friend and you’re nice. You talk to me, even though I don’t have any… tits,” she shyly replied.

“Ohhhhhhhh, Aaaanikaaaaa,” he groaned. “Waaaatch.” Pointing the head of his cock toward the cam, a long line of thick white liquid flew toward a large cloth he’d laid near his keyboard.

Anika started at the never before seen event. “What’s that?” she exclaimed.
It took him several seconds to respond to her innocent inquiry. “Honey,” he moaned, his hand slowly moving over his semi-hard shaft, “that’s what happens when little girls touch a man’s cock. Anika, just your offer to help me, with your special tiny fingers, made that happen.”

“I… I did that?” she asked.
“You sure did, Sweetie,” he acknowledged. “If I come to your town on Saturday, can you meet me at the Park? Maybe we can do this, or something else, together.”

“I guess,” Anika replied. “If you really don’t mind me being small and not very old.”
Pulling the final droplet of cum to the tip of his cock, he said, “Sweetie, you’re perfect and special, remember? Just your offer to help, made this happen.” Holding his soft shaft in his hand, he said, “On Saturday, I’m sure you’ll do it again.”

Anika giggled, “OK, I’ll try. But,” she said with a serious tone, “I don’t know what to do. You’ll have to teach me.”
“I’ll teach you everything you need to know, honey. See you on Saturday.”

Saturday afternoon, Anika walked to the local Park. Her tiny nipples pressed against her pink Like Nastya blouse. She saw an older tall man sitting on the bench. “Mr. Prv. Daddy?” she asked with an innocent smile.
Nodding, he replied, “Anika, my name’s Clint. I’m so happy you’re here.” Standing next to her, he asked, “Can we go to my car?”

Anika’s trusting blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at her friend’s face. “OK,” she giggled, “I probably can’t… help you standing here.”
Clint’s hard bulge pressed against his jeans as he lustfully gazed down at his tiny victim. “No, Sweetie, you can’t. But in my car, you can make me feel better. The way only a little girl can.”

Anika wondered why no one had ever told her about this special thing… only small girls can do!

Clint opened the back door. “Let’s sit on the backseat, cutie.”
Climbing across the seat, the tiny girl’s shorts exposed the bottom curves of her soft ass cheeks. “Ummmm,” Clint moaned, “You’re so pretty.”

Anika giggled as she sat on the seat.
“Sweetie can you help me today?” he asked, unzipping his pants.
“I… I can try,” she shyly replied.

A moment later, Clint’s thick hard cock pointed toward the car’s roof. Lifting Anika’s small left hand, he instructed, “Wrap your fingers around me, honey.” Press his hand over hers, he felt the warmth of her immature hand on his pulsating shaft. “Yesssss,” he groaned, as clear liquid oozed from the tip.

“Keep moving your hand, Sweetie.”
Anika’s fingers were covered with the slick fluid leaking from the head.

“Precious,” Clint asked, “Would you like to taste it? It only comes out when a little girl touches me. It’s there just for you.” Extending his right hand to the back of her head, he eased her face toward his cock.
“I should… put that in my mouth?” she asked with uncertainty.

Clint softly replied, “It’s what little girls do, Anika.”
Lowering her face toward his shaft, her tiny lips parted, slipping over the head.

“Ummmmmm,” he groaned, easing her mouth 2” lower onto his shaft. He wanted this first moment to last, but it never did. Her soft warm tongue had been wiggling against his perverted pole for less than a minute when he moaned, “Here it is, Sweeeeeeetie.” Holding Anika’s petite lips around his erupting shaft, his thick cum filled her virgin mouth.

Her small body squirmed, captive in his molesting grasp.
“Drink it Anika,” Clint said softly, his cock pumping a third shot into her cheeks. Warm liquid ran down the underside of his shaft, spilling over his balls. He knew he’d cum too quickly, the young girl hadn’t been properly prepared.

Thirty second later, he lifted Anika’s tiny face from his shrinking cock. Her lips closed as they slipped over the head. Looking at her sweet face, her tongue instinctively licked her lips, gathering the white goo into her mouth. Clint watched the little one swallow.

“Anika,” he said with pretend astonishment, “I never imagined any little girl could do that so well. You’re… so talented!”
“I did it, right, then?” she asked. “It was so fast.”

Clint nodded. “You did it better than… right. Honey, how soon do you need to be home today?”
Anika shrugged, “Not until dinner, I guess.”
Clint pulled her innocent slender body next to his. He had several hours.
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