The bar was crowded and a dingy. I spotted her at once as she stood out from the rest of the usual crowd. Long blonde hair and very well developed. She was dressed in faded, dirty jeans and a lumberjack shirt. I immediately recognised the signs of a runaway. I eased up on a barstool beside her, and nodded to Dave the barman (who had phoned me letting me know about her. He keeps an eye out for likely marks for me, and in return he gets access to some very sexy, young and broken in teen pussy.) I "accidently" knocked her drink over, so immediately offered to get her another one. She agreed and I allowed my easy and charming personality to get her to open up.

Her name was Donna. She was 15, and had been away from home for 3 days. Just enough to miss the home comforts, not enough yet to either go back or become streetwise. Usual parental arguements. She was an easy mark. I offered her a meal and a room if she wanted.

After the meal I drove her back to my house and pointed her in the direction of the shower. I disposed of her old clothes in the garbage can and got new clothes out of my stash I keep handy for my "young guests".

Wrapped in a towel robe, I dried her hair myself, brushing it out, this relaxed her and she nestled into me slightly.

"I'm afraid your clothes were too dirty to save", I lied smoothly, "so I've chosen some for you and layed them on the bed. Why don't you try them on, and then give me a call ? I'd liked to make sure they fit OK."

Donna went into the bedroom and put on the clothes laying on the bed, then she called me in. I had dressed her in a white crop blouse (one size to small so her already large breasts bulged eye-catchingly out. No bra of course, as I wanted easy access to those magnificant jugs later), a tight blue miniskirt (so those slim pale legs could be admired without obstruction), plus white knickers. I claimed these clothes were from my daughter who although also 15 was not so well developed. (A lie I find calms them down and puts them at their ease. After all I was a father figure now who could be trusted in her world !).

Donna blushed at this compliment, and I knew I would soon get inside her. I poured her a whiskey which she gulped down. A second and third followed and she was soon loosened up.

"Ever had a neck massage ?" I asked.

" No I've never had one", Donna admitted.

"OK then I'll give you one" (hee hee) "Let me get comfortable first" I suggested.

I easied off my sweatshirt and jeans, just leaving my boxers. Donna giggled and blushed again. God I was going to enjoy this little ride.....(cont)