Author's note: this is a very dark tale in which a man is placed in a position where he has to confront some unpleasant truths about himself. It contains explicit sex with teenage girls. The author wishes to stress that it is an erotic fantasy and he in no way supports or condones the actions of the participants. In real life, such activities would be illegal, immoral, and physically and psychologically damaging to the people concerned.

t had been a long, hard road but, finally, the contract had been negotiated. As a small company, we had not exactly needed it to survive, but getting it would certainly move us up the competitive ladder and quite probably open some doors for us. I had found it an exhausting process - trying to remain tough at the negotiating table knowing that the other side knew of my position as well as I did. However, finally we had come to an agreement that we both could live with.

The formal signing took place in Chainey's office. We shook hands for the company photographer and agreed the final details of the press release. It was all over. I sat back in the plush leather chair with a sigh and looked around for the first time. I had been here before but had been so focussed on the task at hand that I had paid little attention to the surroundings. Other than obviously belonging to a senior executive in a large company, the office was remarkable for only the large photograph on the wall of two exquisitely beautiful girls in their early teens. One was blonde, one dark and they leant against each other looking straight at the camera with almost Mona Lisa like smiles on their faces.

"Very beautiful girls," I remarked.

"Yes, they are."

I expected him to elaborate, saying they were nieces or the picture was taken by some well-known photographer but he didn't. As various minions scurried in and out of the office, my eyes kept being drawn back to the picture. There was something about it that fascinated me.

At last the office quietened. The contracts had been copied, the press release issued and word spread.

"It's been a tough few month's, Paul," said Chainey, leaning back in his chair.

I smiled thinly, hoping I didn't look as haggard as I felt. "It's been quite a ride. But worth it, I think. From both our points of view."

"Indeed. We're looking forward to a long and fruitful association. When are you going back?"

"Tomorrow, probably. Or the day after."

"Good. In that case let me entertain you tonight. My expense. Dinner then a club."

"Sounds good."

There were three who met for dinner; Chainey, James Martin, the financial director, and me. Over the period of the negotiations we had got to know each other quite well and so were able to relax. They were good company. Chainey was a United man while I supported Rovers so there was an amount of good-natured ribbing about the relative merits of our teams. Martin professed himself uninterested in football and, in turn, came in for some ribbing for his interest in cricket.

I was feeling mellow and a bit spaced out - the sort of feeling you get when you're well wined and dined after a period of strenuous effort. Something caught my eye - one of the waitresses was serving a nearby table. She was young; younger then most of the others, and wore her uniform with a particular panache. She weaved confidently through the crowded restaurant, her head held high, her short uniform skirt swinging at her hips. I didn't notice that my wandering eye had been noticed nor the looks Chainey and Martin exchanged.

Chainey's limousine met us outside the restaurant. Martin excused himself, pleading a prior appointment. The limo deposited us outside an anonymous building in a less respectable part of town. I was surprised. This didn't look like the sort of place Chainey would frequent. It certainly didn't look like a club. I was even more surprised when, instead of entering the building, Chainey set off down the street. He turned into a series of side streets, each smaller and seedier than the one before. Thoughts of mugging and kidnapping flashed through my mind but I dismissed them as unworthy. And, besides, Chainey seemed to know where he was going - he strode confidently with purposeful steps.

We stopped at an unmarked doorway. Chainey produced something that looked like a credit card and inserted it into a slot. He typed a series of numbers. There was a short pause then a small green light lit up and a door silently opened. We stepped through into a narrow hall with another blank door at the other end. There was a keyboard inset into the wall. Chainey started typing.

"I need to sign you in, Paul," he said. "Can you just confirm how you spell your name and your date of birth?"

We waited.

"I suppose it beats paying doorman," I said a trifle nervously.

"Yes."

Another green light and a discreet beep. Chainey's card emerged and the second door opened. Inside was a dimly lit vestibule with a cloakroom counter to one side.

"Good evening. Marietta," said Chainey to the girl behind the counter.

"Good evening, sir," Marietta replied with a welcoming smile.

"I suggest you leave everything in your coat - wallet, keys, and so on. They'll be quite safe," he said turning to me and suiting actions to his words.

I shrugged and followed suit. As I handed the coat over to the girl I noticed that her name-tag did, indeed, say Marietta and that she seemed absurdly young to be working in a club of any kind. If it hadn't been impossible, I'd have placed her at no older than fifteen.

She gave me a gold token and a broad smile. "Enjoy your evening, sir."

The vestibule emerged into a room almost like a small amphitheatre. Chainey stopped to talk to a woman and I looked round. It was like nothing I had seen before. Immediately to the right was a bar. A series of horseshoe-shaped booths were arranged in tiers leading down to a small open area. It was very dimly lit, each booth having a lamp that lit only the booth itself. Over half the booths were occupied with couples or foursomes. I glanced at the bar. The barmaids, two of them, like the cloakroom girl, seemed absurdly young to be working in a club.

Chainey finished his conversation and led me to a booth. A comfortable bench seat ran round the inside. There was a small table in the centre with a lamp that illuminated only the environs of the booth. A waitress came - another young girl - what was going on here? We ordered. As we were waiting for our drinks, two girls appeared and joined us. One sat beside me and one beside Chainey.

"Paul, this is Suzette. Paul is a very important friend," Chainey introduced us.

I reached out to shake hands with my companion and stopped - aghast. She couldn't have been more than fourteen, even dressed as she was in a cocktail dress with stockings and heels and make-up.

She smiled at my astonishment and shook my half-proffered hand. "Hi, Paul. Welcome to the club."

Good manners took over. "Hello, Suzette. Thank you."

She held my hand slightly longer than was warranted, smiling up at my astonished expression. "This is your first visit."

"Er, yes."

The drinks arrived, I noticed there were four, and I took the opportunity to take a large gulp. Chainey's girl had snuggled up to him and he had an arm round her shoulders.

Suzette looked at me. "I want to dance," she announced, taking my hand and dragging me to my feet.

There was just enough room on the open floor for a few couples to dance. I expected we would dance normally, that is I would jig up and down on the spot while my partner gyrated around me but, to my surprise, Suzette put her arms around me and pressed herself to me. It was most disconcerting.

"You're very uptight," she said. "Relax."

"It's all a bit disconcerting." I said.

She looked up at me. "What is?"

"You… Here… This place…"

She laughed. "What's disconcerting about me?"

"Well… you're so young."

"I'm thirteen."

"Thirteen!" I stopped dead in my tracks. My daughter was only thirteen!

"Didn't Mr Chainey tell you?"

"No. He said nothing. Only that we'd visit a club."

She was rubbing herself up against me. Against my will I was beginning to respond. Thirteen or not, she was a sexy little girl.

"And so you are. Visiting a club. You're here to have a good time and relax. So go with the flow." She stopped as if struck by a thought. "You do like me, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

Her little hand had found my cock and was expertly manipulating it into hardness. "And you think I'm sexy?"

"God help me, yes I do," I groaned.

"That's fine then. You just relax and we'll both have a good time. You have a nice cock."

I gulped. The incongruity of her last statement and coming from the mouth of a thirteen-year-old was just too much.

"But… but what do we do," I almost wailed.

"Anything you like. Tonight I'm yours and you can do anything you like with me."

"Anything?"

"Anything," she said firmly.

"Oh, God," I half groaned, half prayed.

"It's time to got back. The show's going to start."

She led me back to the booth where she sat on my lap nuzzling my ear. I was forced to put an arm around her. I was in a state of shock. I knew I should get up and go. I was a happily married man. I had two children, the older the same age as this girl perched on my lap, pressing her firm young breasts against me and worming her hand inside my shirt. I knew I should get up and leave - but somehow I couldn't. My brain seemed disconnected from the rest of me and the rest of me was responding to the taut little buttocks wriggling on my lap and the hot breath in my ear.

Almost unconsciously, I caressed her bare shoulder. Her skin was smooth and soft. I could feel the bones beneath. My hand strayed down her arm to her waist then back up. She shifted slightly and the curve of a small, soft breast was under my hand. I squeezed it gently and was rewarded with a low murmur of appreciation.

Down on the floor, on a small dais, two strange objects had been placed. They looked like inverted 'Y's with the stem curved back at right angles. Two girls came out - sleek and svelte and perfect.

"Oh, good," said Suzette, glancing down. "Elena and Anna, they're good. They're only fifteen, you know."

She shifted on my knee. I was acutely conscious of her taut little bottom and firm thigh pressing against my stiff cock.

Elena and Anna were blonde and twins. They were dressed in sheer white blouses, American-style plaid skirts, white ankle socks and white, high-heeled sandals. They strutted around the floor, displaying themselves to the audience who responded warmly. Slowly they began to undress each other, removing each article of clothing with much ceremony and mutual touching and caressing. It was an incredibly erotic display and I became uncomfortably hot.

Suzette noticed my discomfort. "I told you they were good," she whispered, tweaking one of my nipples.

On the stage, the girls were reduced to high-cut lace panties, socks and shoes. One stood behind the other and slipped her hands down under her sister's panties to cup her bottom. The other girl bent slightly to let her have a good feel. Sister one slowly pushed the panties down then turned her round. She dropped to her knees and, still pushing the panties slowly down, applied her mouth to her sister's blonde twat.

The silence in the room was intense. The sounds of licking and sucking and soft moans could be clearly heard.

The panties eventually reached the floor and she leant back to let her sister step free of them. There was a smattering of applause. The ritual was repeated with the other twin. Even though it was a performance, it was incredibly erotic and my cock was rock hard. I loosened my tie.

Suzette grinned at me sympathetically. "They have that effect," she whispered, "even on me." She guided my hand to her knee. "Have a feel."

Unwillingly yet eagerly I slipped my hand up her slender thigh. Up the length of her stocking to meet bare flesh then damp lace panties and the soft lips of her cunt. I teased the soft mound with my fingertips.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "You have a nice touch."

Back on the stage, the girls had turned to face the audience. "Tonight we would like to invite a gentleman from the audience to help us," one of them announced in a husky, East European accent. There was a murmur of anticipation. "I know you would all like to volunteer," a muted cheer, "and we would really like that, I think." Another muted cheer. "But, alas, it can only be one of you. We have a very special guest here today so we would like to invite Mr Paul Darrow to come and assist us."

'Lucky man,' I thought. Then it dawned - I was Paul Darrow. It was my name they'd called out. "That's me," I squeaked. I looked round to see Eric Chainey with a big grin on his face. He gave me a big thumb's up. Suzettte expression was a mixture of disappointment and excitement.

"I see you later," she hissed.

In a daze, I rose to my feet and stumbled down to the stage accompanied by the cheers of the audience. The twins stepped forward with welcoming smiles, took a hand each and led me to the centre of the stage. Close up they were even more stunning than I had thought.

They proceeded expertly and quickly to remove my clothes. One, behind me, slipped my jacket from my shoulders while the other, in front, removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. The girl at the back removed these while her twin knelt down, unlaced my shoes and pulled them off. Pressing herself close to me the girl at the back reached round and undid my belt and fly then they both tugged my trousers down and off. The girl at the front eased my underpants over my throbbing erection and pushed them down.

She glanced up at my face and smiled. "Nice," she breathed.

The socks were last and I stood naked on the stage with the two blonde teenagers. They turned to the audience. "We are very bad girls and need to be punished very severely. Afterwards we hope Mr Darrow will be nice and fuck us."

Cheers and whistles and stamps of appreciation greeted this announcement. They turned to me. "Will you punish us very severely, Mr Darrow?"

My throat was dry and my legs were trembling. "I… I suppose so… if you were very bad," I managed to stammer.

They cosied up to me running their fingernails over my skin and rubbing their sleek thighs and round breasts against my skin. "Oh, yes," they breathed. "We're very, very bad."

I was trapped. I didn't really want to beat these girls but I was caught up in the ritual and drama of the moment. "In that case," I said as firmly as I could. "You deserve to be punished."

"Oh, thank you," they said happily, "we will be ever so good if you punish us properly."

The purpose of the strange objects now became apparent. The girls stood against the upended arms of the 'Y' with their feet tucked into slots at the end. Then they bent over, lying along the 'leg' of the 'Y'. In this position their bottoms were well exposed for a beating.

Someone thrust a heavy leather strap into my hand. It was at least an inch thick and almost rigid. One of the girls tuned her head to look at me. "Six strokes please. Very hard stroked. As hard as you can."

I looked at her in astonishment. "You mean that?"

"Yes," she said firmly. "Give us six of your best then we shall see. Are you man enough to do that?"

I nodded. I stepped to the side and raised the strap. Instinct told me to hold back - to make it look severe but feather the blow. But there was something at work here that I couldn't fathom and I knew I had to make it real. I steadied my arm and focussed on the delectable round bottom posed before me. There was not a sound in the entire club. With a swing of the hips as well as the shoulders, almost like a one-handed golf stroke, I brought the strap down on the elastic flesh. The crack of leather on flesh was deafening. The strap made a noticeable dent in the flesh then bounced off.

"Aaaiiiieeeee," she screamed and arched back, her fists clenched, her face screwed up in agony.

I paled and almost fainted. I thought I'd gone too far. Then I noticed her twin watching me. She nodded and mouthed the word perfect. Her eyes were shining.

A broad pink weal had appeared on the first girl's skin, the edges razor sharp. She had slumped back against the support and was panting, quiescent. I raised the strap and again brought it whistling down on that beautiful rump. Again she arched up and screamed. Another weal appeared across the perfect skin. Four more times I did it.

To my amazement I found I was enjoying it. I have always been fairly, well, conservative I suppose you'd say, in the matter of sex. Never would I have believed that corporal punishment could or should be sexually stimulating. But the more I whipped this beautiful girl, the more aroused I became. My cock was throbbingly hard and my balls painful.

After the sixth stroke I let the strap slump. I was exhausted, both emotionally and physically - and I needed relief.

"My turn now," said a quiet voice. "Then you get to fuck Elena. But you mustn't cum in her. You must cum in me." I turned to see Anna watching me with an enigmatic smile on her face. "Be a real man and give me as good as you gave her."

I squared my shoulders and grinned ferally. "You got it, little girl," I muttered.

Lining up alongside Anna, I gave her the six requested strokes at least as hard as I'd given her sister - possibly harder to judge by her screams and tears. At the end I dropped the strap onto the floor. I could take no more. Elena was watching me from hooded eyes. She saw me and wiggled her bottom, bright read with six criss-crossing weals.

I now discovered the other purpose of the inverted 'Y'. I was able to stand between her feet and insert my aching cock into her dripping cunt but, to get any leverage, I had to lean over and support myself on either side of her body. This meant I was pressed tightly against her fiery bottom. The pain must have been intense but she received me eagerly. The heat burned against my loins goading me beyond endurance. I pounded in and out of her sopping cunt. She came almost the moment I entered her and continued until, feeling my own crisis approaching and realising somehow that it was extremely important that I did not cum in her, I forced myself up and away.

She wailed in anguish as she felt me withdraw. She had wanted me to continue pounding her until I quenched her fire with my cum. But Anna had said I was to cum in her.

I crossed to Anna and took my place between her legs. "Good," she whispered. "What a man you are. Now stick your beautiful cock in my bottom."

"What?" I muttered stupidly.

"I want you to shove your lovely cock up my bottom. Don't waste time. I'm ready. just do it."

Who was I to argue. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her crinkled nether hole. I brought my dripping cock up to it and leaned forwards. She sort of pushed back and, with a mutual groan, her sphincter opened and I slid up her rear passage. It was tight. It was hot. With gritted teeth I resisted the temptation to start pounding away immediately but slowly pressed forward until I was completely buried in her arse. Again I had to support my weight against the frame and again I was tightly pressed against a taut and fiery bottom.

"Ohhh, so good," she groaned. "Now fuck me."

I started to work my cock in and out of her hot, tight arse. Like her sister she started cumming almost immediately. But, unlike her sister, she was a more active participant, wriggling and squirming beneath me and moaning and squealing as she came. It was too good to last and I was too keyed up. The cum boiled up in my loins. I pushed deep into her, standing on tiptoe and squashing her bottom flat beneath me, I pumped my cum as deeply into her as I could.

Her reaction was astonishing. She arched her back off the support and cried, "My, God, yes. He's cumming. God, how he's cumming."

Totally spent, I slumped over her back. I was only dimly aware of screens being drawn around the stage and the applause and cheers and yells from the audience. Gentle hands helped us up, led us to a room at the back and ministered to our needs. A long, cool drink was placed in my hands. I drank it eagerly.

The twins came up, grinning and perched, one on each knee. I put an arm around each golden shoulder.

"Wasn't he magnificent?" said one as if I wasn't there.

"Yes," replied her twin, wincing. "But he did hit us very hard."

"I know. But he fucked us very hard, too."

"And he came beautifully." I assumed this must be Anna.

"My turn next time," pouted Elena.

"I'm glad you approve," I said.

They turned to me, their eyes shining (I'm sure mine were merely glazed). "Thank you Mr Darrow. You really were wonderful. I don't think we've cum so much for ages and ages," said Anna.

"Could you, perhaps, stay and do it again. I'd like to have you cum in my bottom, too," said Elena a trifle wistfully.

I laughed. "It would give me great pleasure to cum in whichever orifice you presented whenever you presented it," I said. "Only I don't think I could stand the pace."

They looked puzzled. "I think he means 'no'," Anna said.

"Then I think we'll just have to kidnap him," decided her sister.

At that moment, the woman who I had seen Chainey talking to earlier came over. It was a comment on my state of mind that it never occurred to me that I was stark naked with an underage girl parked on each knee.

"Come, girls," she said. "It's time we let Mr Darrow return to his friends."

Reluctantly they got up. They both kissed me deeply and disappeared.

The woman turned to me. "Forgive me for saying, but that was quite a performance, Mr Darrow. I don't think there was a dry seat in the house."

I blushed and tried to wave it off. "It seemed the right thing to do."

"No. I'm serious. You were superb."

I glanced up and noticed that her nipples were stiff beneath her cocktail dress. Her name-tag read 'Rita'. The invitation in her eyes was obvious but, in my present state, I could do little more than give her a grateful smile.

"If you'd like to come this way, I'll show you where you can wash and dress," she continued.

I followed her to a small bathroom.

"You'll find everything you need: soap, towels, shampoo. There's plenty of hot water."

She lingered in the doorway, unconsciously smoothing her skirt down her thighs. I have to admit that, in other circumstances, I'd have been more than flattered by her attention and severely tempted to take up her unspoken offer. Right then I was too overcome with what had just happened and needed some time to recover.

"You're most kind," I said.

"Right. Well, I'll leave you to it. "

"Thank you."

"If there's anything you need, just call."

"I will."

She left, closing the door behind her and I let out a sigh of relief.

I felt a bit more composed as I made my way slowly back to the table. I say slowly because everybody seemed to want to shake my hand or pat me on the shoulder or offer congratulations or, often, all three at once. My fragile composure shattered under all this attention and I could feel my face flaming. I sat down at the table with a thump and an audible sigh.

Chainey leaned past his companion who was sitting astride his lap. From the way her dress was rucked up, it looked like she was sitting on his cock. "Well done, Paul. Superb show. That'll give 'em something to talk about." He grinned wildly and stuck out his hand.

I flushed and shook the proffered hand tentatively. "Er, yes… I suppose so," I muttered.

Suzette was looking at me with some concern. "What have they done to you, these bitches," she hissed.

"Done? Nothing. I'm just not used to all this attention."

"Nothing? You're like a limp dishrag."

I had to grin. "I feel a bit like one. I need a large stiff drink."

Suzette waved at a waitress who brought an exceedingly large scotch. I downed half of it in one go, feeling the amber liquid burn it's fiery way down my throat. I sipped the rest more slowly and looked round the room. It was difficult to see much because of the discreet lighting but one thing was clear - the room reeked of sex. I sniffed the air.

"You did that," said Suzette with a kind of fierce pride.

"I did?"

"Almost everyone in the room must have cum when you did."

It was a measure of how far I'd come that I wasn't fazed at hearing such words from the mouth of a thirteen-year-old girl. "Good God." A sly thought entered my mind. "Did you?"

"Yes," she whispered and dropped her eyes. Then she raised them again and said almost defiantly, "And I want to again. With you."

Despite myself and despite all I'd been through, I felt my cock stirring. "Here?"

"If that's what you want."

"What do you want?"

"Not here."

I tipped her chin and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Where then?"

She wriggled out of the booth and pulled me after her. Chainey and his girl - I suddenly realised he hadn't mentioned her name - hardly acknowledged our leaving. From their expressions, I suspected that all they were really aware of was his cock filling and being squeezed by her young cunt.

She led me down a dark corridor to a small but sumptuous bedroom. She stepped into my arms and lifted her face to be kissed. It was only then I realised how small she was. The top of her head barely reached my chin and that was in her heels. I paused. Was I really going to screw a thirteen year old girl. I studied the face eagerly waiting to be kissed. It was certainly an attractive face - beautiful, even. Oval, with a firm jaw, it still retained the slightly ambiguous outline of girlhood. The soft girlish mouth with its parted lips definitely begged to be kissed. But the eyes - those knowing, needing eyes - eyes that promised a hundred forbidden delights. She smiled and I was lost. 'Yes,' I thought. 'Yes I am going to fuck this little girl and to hell with the consequences.' I swept her into my arms and kissed her long and hard and deeply.

My sudden passion startled her and she stiffened momentarily. Then, as my tongue probed her mouth, she relaxed and began to kiss me back. Her little arms crept around my neck and she pressed herself tightly to me. My hands roved down her back. I cupped her small buttocks and pulled her fiercely against my growing erection. She mashed her mouth to mine and moaned softly.

We parted, breathless.

"Why do you make me so wet?" she breathed. "Feel."

She rucked up her dress. I slipped a hand between her parted thighs and felt the wet spot on her panties. Her breath hissed as my fingers touched her.

"You certainly are wet," I murmured. "And you make me very stiff."

I guided her hand to my rigid member. She rubbed it and giggled.

"Very stiff."

Our gazes locked for an instant. Then we were scrambling to pull off our clothes as fast as we could, desperate to get at each other. She was first and, when I had eventually managed to untangle my cock form my pants, she was on the bed, arms an legs wide open and an eager look on her face.

I drank in her slim body: the small breasts with their deep pink conical tips, the slender waist, the slightly rounded belly that swept down to her mons with the sparsest covering of soft brown hair. She was wet and ready. The outer lips of her cunt already parted and the dusky pink inner lips clearly visible. At that moment I wanted her more than I had wanted any woman ever.

I climbed onto the bed and shuffled between her thighs, my cock bobbing in front of me. She held out her arms and smiled.

"Take me now," she husked.

I inserted my stiff cock carefully, not wanting to hurt her. I needn't have worried. As soon as she felt me inside her, she arched her hips off the bed to impale herself. I slid into her as if I was coming home.

"Now fuck me hard," she said. "Like you did Elena."

I drew back and drove home, burying myself fully in her cunt. She couldn't wait. She began to move under me, setting the pace she wanted. She wanted it hard and she wanted it fast. Before long we were sweating and panting. Her head rolled from side to side, her hair splayed out across the pillow. Her hands clutched the bedclothes. Her hips churned. Her heels drummed on the mattress.

I pounded into her, completely forgetting how young and small she was. She was a woman and she wanted to fuck and I was the man to do it. Her breath came in small, sharp gasps.

"Oh, yes. Gonna cum. Oh, yes."

Her body convulsed and her vagina gripped my cock as she came. I pounded on and she came again and a third time. My earlier exertions had drained me and it took a while but eventually I felt the sperm rise within me.

"Oh, Suzette, I'm cumming," I panted.

She hooked her ankles round my legs and strained her pelvis to me.

"Yes. Cum in me. I want to feel it."

I strained forward and pumped my cum deep inside her willing cunt.

"Oh, God, yes. I can feel you cum," she cried.

Unable to support myself any longer, I collapsed on top of her, practically smothering her. She wriggled around till she could breath and we lay there, panting and gasping.

"You're magnificent," she murmured, stroking my arm.

I didn't reply.

The next thing I was aware of was her wriggling around underneath me.

"What's wrong?" I asked sleepily.

"You're getting heavy," she whispred.

I realised had fallen asleep half on top of her and hurried to get off. "Sorry. I must have fallen asleep."

"That's okay. I fell asleep, too. Anyway I like feeling you on top of me."

"What time is it?"

"Don't know. Does it matter."

"I suppose not," I grinned. "So long as you're here."

"You sweet man," she said, snuggling up to me.

Her little hand slipped down to encircle my dormant cock. "I like your cock. You made me cum three times."

I cupped a small breast and teased the nipple with my thumb. "And I like all of you."

She made a moue. "I'm not very big."

"You're big enough for me. Anyway size isn't everything. It's proportions that count - and you're perfectly proportioned."

She squirmed round and took my cock in her mouth. "Mmm. I can taste both of us."

I stretched out and pulled her to where I could reach between her legs. I stroked her taut bottom and fingered her sticky cunt.

"Stop a moment. I've an idea," I said.

I made her lie on her back with a pillow under her hips. I knelt astride her shoulders. My cock dangled over her face and, by arching my back, I could just reach her cunt. Eagerly she captured my cock and wrapped her lips around it. I had never eaten a woman out after cumming in her but there was something about Suzette that crossed the boundaries of convention. It was very strange tasting my own cum mingled with her juices but the muffled cries of pleasure and the wriggling of her hips soon made me forget and concentrate on giving her maximum pleasure.

She was an expert cock sucker and, to my surprise and pleasure, I felt myself getting hard again. When she had me fully erect, she pushed me away.

"I want you in my bottom, now," she announced.

My cock jumped. She had the most delightful bottom with high, round buttocks. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I wanted to as soon as I saw you stick it into Anna. I want you to cum in my bottom."

My heart beat faster at the thought. "It might take some time," I warned. "I'm not used to cumming three times in one day."

"You'll cum in me," she smirked. "I'm told I have a very talented bottom."

"All of you is very talented."

"Oh, you sweet man," she squealed, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a big kiss.

She made me lie on my back. Then she coated my cock liberally with saliva and knelt astride me, facing me.

"I want to see your face as you cum in me," she said.

She groped between her legs for my cock and slowly lowered herself onto it. I felt the tip touch her sphincter. With an almost comical look of studied concentration, her lower lip caught between her teeth, she pushed down. There was a moment of resistance and then the head burst through. She gave a gasp as she felt it penetrate her then, slowly and with closed eyes and a blissful smile, she sank down until she was sitting on my thighs. The sensation of penetrating her bottom was so exquisite it was almost painful. If I hadn't cum twice already I think I would have cum on the spot.

"There. Is that nice," she asked, opening her eyes and smiling at me.

"You'll never know just how nice," I husked.

"If it's half as nice for you as it is for me…" she giggled. "I do love having a cock up my bottom."

Her giggling sent thrilling tremors racing through me. With her hands planted on her thighs, she began to move, raising and lowering her bottom carefully. Her eyes, wide a saucers, never left mine. Slowly she began to speed up, rocking back and forth as well as up and down. Her bottom gripped my cock like a vice. Her arse was like a furnace; the heat seared through me.

"Move with me," she whispered.

I began to thrust up off the bed, matching my movements to hers. We were caught in a web of lust. I was aware only of her almost hypnotic gaze and her anal passage gripping my cock. Our breathing was ragged; our bodies were slippery with sweat; our hearts were pounding. I planted my feet flat on the bed and thrust upwards. My thighs met her bottom with an audible slap as I rammed my cock into her arse. She made a little 'oof' noise each time.

"Will you cum?" she panted.

"Yes," I grunted. "Talk to me."

"I want you… to cum… in my… bottom," she gasped. "Want to… feel you… cum in me. Need to… feel you… cum. Please cum… cum inside… my bum. Please…"

It was too much. To have a thirteen-year-old girl beg me to fill her bottom with my cum was more then my overloaded senses could take. I arched my back off the bed and with a mighty groan did what she wanted and unloaded my cum deep inside her bottom.

She screamed as she felt it. "Yes. Oh, God, yes."

I seemed to cum and cum, my cock twitching long after there was any more liquid to come. At each twitch, she squeezed her sphincter and giggled. Utterly spent, I fell back on the bed and she collapsed on top of me. She struggled to get up, wincing as her legs cramped and snuggled up in my arms.

"Did you like my bottom?" she asked coyly.

"I adore your bottom. It's as talented as the rest of you."

"I knew you would."

She fell silent. I glanced down to see that she had fallen instantly asleep. I chuckled and, almost before it left my throat, I, too, was asleep.

It was dawn when I stumbled blearily from the club. I hadn't the faintest idea where I was so a walked randomly until I chanced upon a passing cab. The cabbie was a bit reluctant to take me until I gave the name of the hotel. "You're a bit out of your way, mate."

"Out celebrating," I said. "Got lost. Walked for miles."

He chuckled. "Easy enough done in this part of town."

I tipped him generously and staggered up to my room where I fell on the bed and was instantly asleep.

It was mid afternoon when I woke up. My mouth felt as is it was coated with ashes, there was a clamp across my temples and my cock throbbed. I groaned loudly and struggled to sit up.

'My God, that was some night,' I thought.

Suddenly the memory of the night came flooding back in full, vicious detail. I dropped my head in my hands and groaned. Some night. My God, what had I done? I had fucked three underage girls, two of them anally, and beaten two of them severely. I had committed enough crimes to put me in gaol for the rest of my life. Thirteen! She was only thirteen! How could I have done it? How could I have allowed myself to be seduced into screwing teenage girls. I wasn't a paedophile. I didn't lust after little girls! I was a happily married man with a wonderful wife and two lovely children. I loved them all very much. How could I have been so stupid? I fell back on the bed, curled into a little ball and sobbed until I felt I could sob no more.

The phone rang. I was tempted to ignore it. What if it was my wife? What could I say to her. It rang and rang and in the end, just to shut it up, I answered.

It was Derek Chainey. "Paul, how do you feel?"

"Like shit."

"Look, about last night…"

"Last night! How could you have taken me to a place like that? How could I have let myself? Oh, God, this is terrible…"

"Paul, listen to me…"

"How can I go home and face my wife after that?" I was almost hysterical.

"Paul," his voice was harsh, commanding. "Shut up and listen." I shut up. "I took you there because I thought you'd enjoy it. You did enjoy it, didn't you?"

"So help me, yes. And that's what makes it ten times worse."

"Then shut the fuck up and listen to me. I took you to a very exclusive club. I took you because I thought you were that way inclined - you couldn't take your eyes off the picture in my office and the way you ogled that waitress… I took you because I thought would be discreet… because, I suppose, I trusted you. I hope I CAN trust you because if any word gets out… even the slightest hint… of ANYTHING that you saw or heard…" he made a cutting sound, "we're dead meat. A lot of very powerful people will be distinctly pissed off and I promise you you won't like the consequences. Are you with me?"

"I'm with you, Derek," I said slowly. "I'm having trouble coming to terms with it, though."

"I'm afraid that's your problem, chum. If it's any consolation, you made a big impression. Now you remember what I said. Oh, and I'll see you next Thursday for the press conference. Okay?"

"Sure. I'll be there."

I slowly replaced the receiver and sat for a long while, staring at nothing. Eventually I stood and stripped off my soiled clothes. 'My problem,' I thought as I stepped into the shower. I had a mental flash of little Suzette caught in the throes of passion and the expression on Anna's face when I exploded in her bottom. My cock began to stir. 'They certainly were hot and willing,' I thought as I towelled myself dry. I couldn't remember ever having better sex - not even with my wife in those halcyon days before we were married. I smiled at the memory. She'd been barely eighteen when we'd met. I was eight, nearly nine, years her senior. Her father hadn't been at all happy when we announced our engagement. Her mother had had to do some persuading to get him to give us his blessing.

'Eighteen,' I thought as I picked up the razor. 'Much younger than I.' I stopped and looked at my bleary reflection in the mirror. It WAS my problem and I would just have to come to terms with it.

~~~ end ~~~