Don't Ask, Don't Get

Prologue

My name is Steve Reynolds and I’m not a very nice man.

I never have been, really. I was never one of the good guys, even as a kid. I’ve always been a gambler, always pushing my luck, even when that luck came at someone else’s expense.

If you don’t ask, you don’t get. My dad taught me that, at a very early age. Son, you make your own luck in life. Another favourite of his. Nice guys finish last. Full of clichés, was my old man. But in my younger days those clichés served me well.

Especially when it came to girls.

Sure, I got verbally abused. Laughed at. Belittled. Slapped a few times. Even punched once or twice when the object of my attention turned out to be already taken. But I’d always keep on gambling, against the odds, until eventually the stars would align and I’d get lucky with a pretty young thing who was way out of my league but drunk enough or desperate enough or just plain curious enough to go home with the guy whose brash confidence seemed massively disproportionate to his decidedly average looks.

Years ago, that’s how I ended up with my beautiful wife. Persistence and blind luck landed me what should have been my biggest win ever. She was truly stunning, and truly lovely with it. Kind, compassionate, caring. All the things I wasn’t.

There was a problem, of course. Gamblers are addicts, and we’re the worst kind of selfish. It’s such a rush, getting to play the odds and win. Better than any drug I’ve taken, and fuck knows I’ve done most of them. Maybe not better than the sex itself – at least, not if you’re doing it with the right person – but surely a close second. And just like drugs, or sex, the euphoric hit that accompanies each win is tragically short-lived. Even if it’s a fucking gargantuan, massive win beyond all expectations, pretty soon it’ll be time to go looking for the next one.

I think my wife thought she could change that, at first. Maybe I believed she could, too. She apparently loved me enough to try. I loved her too, but clearly not enough in the end. So now she’s my ex-wife, and I’ve got two teenage daughters who I never see, who’ve grown to hate me nearly as much as I hate myself.

Which leaves me here: forty years old, hairline receding, paunch expanding, living on my own in a shitty council house in a shitty Essex town, claiming what I can off the state whilst working cash-in-hand on whatever shitty jobs I can pick up each week. All because I’m still gambling. Still pushing my luck. Still chasing pretty young things, like the tragic old creep I now am. Still unwilling to settle for women of my own age, unable to find sagginess, wrinkles, greying hair and neuroses attractive.

Yeah, like I said. I’m not a nice man.

Of course, now I’m older, the odds have got longer when it comes to acquiring suitably appealing female company. Much longer. Sometimes I have to settle for young, and not worry too much about pretty. But still, I’ve found that if you’re really prepared to push your luck, and you don’t mind throwing some hard cash into the mix, it’s surprising just how far you can go. Sometimes – just sometimes – if your morals are loose enough and you’re not bound by the shackles of needing to be a good person and you’re willing to really take advantage of a situation and to hell with the consequences… well, then you might just end up way beyond the realms of the likely, the plausible, the believable… and end up smack bang in the middle of what all you nice guys could only ever believe to be a fantasy.

Which, I suppose, brings us neatly to the events which I am about to recount here. I’m not proud of what I did. It doesn’t make me look good. In fact, it makes me look pretty vile. But can I bring myself to regret it? Any of it? Of course, not.

Because I’m not a very nice man at all. As you’re about to find out.

Act One

On the day in question – a lovely sunny Saturday, in late June – I was in an unusually positive state of mind. It could very easily have been different, but such is the life of a gambler. As usual, I’d ended up in the bookies the previous afternoon, losing most of my week’s earnings. But then I’d dropped my last fiver on a triple acca, and all three horses had somehow come through for me. That meant I’d left with a nice fat roll of twenties in my pocket which totalled a cool two grand.

Two fucking grand. That had given me the shivers, just feeling it in my hand. Two grand bought some serious quality time with some proper top-notch hookers. But that just wasn’t my style. Where’s the thrill in paying for a guaranteed result? Where’s the anticipation? The chase? The challenge? Much more fun to patrol the pubs and clubs in town, searching for a suitably attractive young inebriate who could be persuaded to accompany me home. It would be a long shot. It always was, these days. But I knew from experience that throwing a chunk of my winnings into the mix might just shorten those odds a lot. With two grand in my pocket, I was pretty sure I’d be getting lucky that night.

So, I’d showered and shaved, and was going to head out to the barbers before they shut. I hadn’t been for a while and my thinning hair was approaching full-creepster length. It wasn’t a good look, and I knew I’d be needing all the help I could get later on when I was trying my luck. Trusting in fortune and the cash in your pocket was one thing. Looking like you still lived with your parents at forty was another.

That left me getting dressed in my bedroom, thinking of what the night might bring, idly looking out through the blinds at my small, unkempt garden below. The window was cracked open and I could hear the sounds of youthful frivolity from outside. Female frivolity, by the sound of it.

I smiled. That would be Lauren Carter, the girl next door. Well, one of them, anyway. Her mother, Amy, had churned out five kids already, with another one on the way. At eighteen, Lauren was the eldest. As far as I knew, each of her siblings had a different father. The family had moved in a few months before, having been ‘re-housed’ by the council. Rumours were that they’d been evicted from their previous place and got dumped on our estate because no-one else would rent to them. Based on the endless comings-and-goings, the parties and the constant noise at all hours of day and night, I suspected the rumours were true.

I peered through a gap in the blinds, craning my neck slightly to get a better view.

Two bikini-clad teens – Lauren and a friend – were playing some kind of cheapskate version of volleyball, batting an inflatable beach ball back and forth over a washing line. Unusually, Lauren’s younger siblings weren’t out there screaming and swearing and throwing things around. But then I’d seen her mother stuffing them all into a seven-seater minicab earlier that morning. Off to Pontins for the weekend, she’d said. Needed a break. Oh, and by the way, Lauren’s having a pool party this evening so there might be some noise.

Right. Like every other fucking Saturday night, then.

I finished buttoning my shirt and focused all of my attention on the girls playing outside. The ‘pool’ was a crappy inflatable thing that was slowly being filled by a hose. The party clearly hadn’t started yet, so I figured the girls were just bored and passing the time until the others arrived. I recognised the friend. She’d been around a few times and I knew her name was Shannon. Not because I was a proper stalker or anything, but simply because I’d heard Lauren yelling it at the top of her voice enough times.

My smile broadened as I watched. Neither girl could be called naturally beautiful, but in keeping with the local Essex tradition they made the best of what they had with copious amounts of make-up and artificially-induced tan. And whilst their bodies weren’t glossy-magazine material, their curves were mostly in the right places.

Lauren was the larger of the two, in every aspect. I guessed she was around five-six in height. I didn’t need to guess that she carried rather more weight on her than her smaller friend. Happily, a fair amount of that weight was on her chest, in the form of tits that were already captivating my attention as she threw the ball around. In my eyes, they were plenty enough to distract from her not-exactly-beach-ready tummy. I guess I’ve always been a sucker for a nice rack. Her hair, highlighted in a variety of blonde shades, was tied back in a loose plait. It was as fake as her tan, but it looked good on her. Hell, she looked good all round in the sun’s late-afternoon glow; almost pretty, in fact, with her false lashes and heavy eyeliner managing to emphasise her femininity rather nicely. Not that I was looking at her face. Her bikini might have been surprisingly modest in its cut, but it was still showing off more than enough to hold my attention.

Shannon was shorter and skinnier, and had her back to me at that point. I spent a moment admiring her small, tight, firm-looking arse which I considered to at least partially make up for her having very little up top for her bright red bikini to restrain. Her hair was darker than Lauren’s, cut with a tight fringe and just streaked with blonde highlights. She also had more visible ink on her, with a cheap-looking dragon tattoo spiralling all the way down her back and several other unidentifiable patterns on the backs of her legs. She laughed at something Lauren said, went and grabbed her phone, then posed for a selfie with the ball. Nobody’d ever call her pretty, with her sharp-looking features and perpetual scowl, but she clearly had some skill with her makeup brushes and scrubbed up well in a Cleopatra type of way. Still looked better from behind, though.

I chuckled to myself, as I cast my critical judgement on these two teenagers, like I was God’s gift myself. Like I wouldn’t fuck either one of them in a heartbeat, given half a chance. I smiled, posing a fantasy choice: Lauren or Shannon? Shannon or Lauren? The correct answer was, of course, both. But I figured if I absolutely had to choose, it would be Lauren every time.

It wasn’t the first time I’d perved on her from a distance; far from it. Hell, she was eighteen, she lived next door and even when she wasn’t sunbathing in a bikini, she had a liking for clothing that left very little to the imagination. I’d driven past her earlier in the week, tottering down the road in her heels, wearing a skimpy crop-top and a skirt so short I could actually see the curve of her buttocks peeking out from underneath.

Classy, she wasn’t. Not that I gave a shit about that. I also didn’t care that, as a person, she really wasn’t very pleasant. It didn’t matter that most of the interactions I’d observed her having with other people had been vulgar, aggressive and confrontational. Or that she’d been particularly rude to me when I’d called round early in their tenure next door, to ask for the music to be turned down. Or that, as far as I could tell, she seemed to spend most of her life either glued to her phone or shouting at someone, sometimes both at the same time. None of that mattered in the slightest. At least, not from where I was standing at that moment.

She was a teenage girl with a cracking pair of tits, in a bikini. I wasn’t looking at her fucking personality, that was for sure.

I watched Lauren’s chest bounce delightfully as she threw the ball up in the air. I swallowed hard, feeling movement in my pants. I was such a fucking pervert, standing there in my darkened bedroom spying on two young girls. But sometimes you just have to accept what you are. In truth, my rampant libido had always been a problem – I was always looking, fantasising, imagining, and occasionally getting to act out those fantasies when I got lucky enough. It simply never stopped. That probably had something to do with why my wife had taken the girls and moved to the other end of the country. It wasn’t just the gambling.

I noted that Lauren’s energetic movement had caused her bikini bottoms to slip down a little. They looked a little on the big side, despite her not being short of curves to hold them up. I watched, enraptured, as she unconsciously tugged them up a little, then smoothed the material over her buttocks as she waited for her friend to ‘serve’ the ball. She might have been an annoying little chav, but right then she had some serious fucking appeal.

I unzipped my fly and manoeuvred my hardening cock out of my pants. Might as well get warmed up a little for the night ahead. Once you’ve accepted you’re a pervert, it’s actually quite liberating.

I stroked my length gently, encouraging the blood flow. I’m not gigantic in that department, but nobody’s ever pointed at it and laughed, either. Maybe a little larger than average. Whatever, it still does the job. And, as it happens, genetics have blessed me with a party trick that never fails to introduce some alternative surprise and delight into bedroom proceedings. The surprise tends to be hers – whoever she is – whilst the delight is usually all mine. But I’ll come to that later.

I started wanking properly, peering through the blinds as Shannon bounced up and down like a tennis player, waiting for Lauren to hit the slow-moving ball over the net. I had a perfect view of the smaller girl’s rear, moving alluringly under the red material. She was lighter on her feet than Lauren and her bikini was a better fit, which sadly meant it had no trouble staying in position. That didn’t stop my fantasy. I imagined what those tight, sunbed-tanned cheeks would look like if that slinky red material did slip down; picturing their supple smoothness in my mind; imagining their firmness in my hands; my fingers gently questing further and further until I found the tight, sweet hole I so desired…

I felt my cock harden even more, and clasped my fingers tighter as I masturbated slowly, each squeeze rewarded with a shiver of pleasure. In my mind, Shannon’s red bikini bottoms were off now, torn away and discarded. My fingers had done their work, and now my cock was thrusting hard into that deliciously tight crack, right up inside Shannon’s rear hole as she squealed and writhed beneath me whilst Lauren looked on, fingers working between her legs as she obediently waited for her turn.

I was breathing harder now. I bet Shannon took it up the arse all the time. I bet they both did. Dirty little slags. I gazed at them again, leaping and bouncing in the garden, just the slightest shimmer of movement beneath Shannon’s skimpy bikini top. My brain somehow managed to superimpose stunningly vivid imaginations of me pushing her face down onto my bed, naked now, those tiny tits forced down hard onto the sheets, holding her down as I rammed my whole length right into her tight little anus again, and again, and again…

Shit! I realised my cock was starting to jerk involuntarily and I forced myself to let go, before the pressure mounting in my balls could spill over into orgasm right then. I was just quick enough. The tingles faded, leaving just a solitary drop of clear liquid oozing out. That was close. Too close. Warming up was one thing, but I wanted to make sure I was still fully charged for later on.

I shut my eyes and thought ugly thoughts until I started to soften again.

Looking outside, I was surprised to see that somehow the inflatable ball had ended up over the fence and in my garden. The two girls finished what had apparently been an argument about who was going to fetch it back, then Lauren – evidently the losing party – shoved a sunlounger against the fence so she could scramble over.

I watched the movement of her arse as she clambered up onto the fence with her back to me, struggling to hold on as she balanced precariously on the top. Our street is on a hill, and each house and garden is at a different level, stepping up or down. My garden was maybe a couple of feet lower, with a crumbling brick retaining wall underneath the fence. Clearly, she didn’t fancy the leap down. Instead, she reached down tentatively with one leg, perhaps too dim to work out that she was never going to touch the ground that way. Right then, I didn’t care about her intellect. All I could focus on was the stretching of the blue material over her curvy, soft-looking butt.

Subconsciously, I took hold of my cock again, before I realised what I was doing and forced myself to stop once more.

Finally working out that she needed both legs on my side of the fence to be able to drop down, Lauren swivelled around and scrabbled down awkwardly into my garden. Once on the scrappy grass, she bent down, apparently picking a splinter out of her foot, inadvertently giving me a fabulous view down her bikini top. Her tits hung pendulously, suspended by the thin blue material, jiggling as she balanced on one leg. My brain fed me another vivid fantasy image; of those tits suspended above my chest, as she ground herself onto me, gasping in ecstasy…

I blinked, and the vision disappeared. Back in reality, Lauren finished with the splinter and trotted over to where the ball had landed. She didn’t seem remotely concerned to be trespassing on my property – she didn’t even bother looking up at the house. I wasn’t concerned. I was still entranced by the movement of her nearly-naked body. I took in the sight of her tramp-stamp tattoo at the base of her spine – the only visible ink I could make out, and a lot less off-putting than Shannon’s. She batted the ball back over the fence, giving me another wonderful glimpse of her chest in motion.

That was when she realised she couldn’t get back over to the other side.

She started looking around my garden for something to stand on, but there was nothing for her to find in the dilapidated yard. After a couple more attempts to jump and pull herself up the fence, she gave up, realising that her arms lacked the necessary strength to haul up the eight-foot height.

She was trapped. In my garden.

Something about that notion sent the blood rushing back to my dick. But it also gave me an idea. With some difficulty, I forced my hardening cock back in my pants and carefully zipped myself back up. It wasn’t easy, but I knew it would be worth it, because I now had a good reason to see Lauren up-close in that bikini. I headed down the stairs with some difficulty, willing my cock to soften. There’d be time enough for that later. If I could just get some proper, in-focus, close-up memories of her body, that would give me some proper gold-standard wank-bank material to come back to time after time.

Heading through the kitchen, I unlocked the back door and hurried out into the sunshine, hoping I’d detumesced sufficiently not to be carrying an obvious bulge.

“Can I help you?” I called, as I walked down the steps from the weed-strewn patio onto the unkempt lawn.

Lauren looked up, surprised at my sudden appearance.

“Just so you know,” I continued. “If you’re planning to burgle my shed, I wouldn’t bother. There’s nothing in there.”

“I ain’t burgling your stupid shed, dickhead. I was just getting my ball back, innit.”

I shrugged, wondering if she actually knew how to be pleasant to anyone.

“No need to be rude. And you could have just rung the bell. I’d have tossed it back over for you.”

She sneered. “Yeah, I bet you’re good at tossing.”

I was rendered momentarily speechless. Not by her insult, which was actually crudely amusing, but by the fact that I had approached closely enough to properly see the shape of her tits. They really were worth looking at. Not so enormous as to be comical, but more than enough for a handful. And so firm-looking! The bikini top didn’t seem to be wired for support – in fact, it looked to be a size too large for her just like the bottoms – which meant the gravity-defying shape I was admiring had to be more natural than artificially lifted. I desperately sought out the shape of her nipples under the material, but clearly they were soft enough not to be visible at all. No matter. I was still entranced.

“Fuck’s sake, can you stop staring at my tits, now?”

I smiled, and tried to stop imagining what it would feel like to slip my hand underneath the cloth and squeeze, gently. Then, to tug a little harder. Then, perhaps, to roll a hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger…

“Sorry,” I said, my smile widening to a grin as I finally managed to regain control. “Although if you don’t want people looking, you could try wearing more clothes.”

“I don’t mind people looking, just not you, you dirty old wanker.”

I laughed, although there was no humour in her eyes.

“Old? Yes. Wanker? Yes. Dirty? No, actually. I’ve just had a shower,” I said, attempting to raise a smile. Not that I cared either way, I just wanted a distraction so I could sneak a look further down her body. My eyes caught just a hint of camel toe: enough of a hint for my fertile imagination to fill the gaps, as in my head I immediately slipped a finger down behind the material and into what I imagined would be a soft, slick, hairless groove.

“Whatever. Are you gonna help me get out of here, or what?”

I blinked back to reality again.

“Sure. I can give you a leg up, if you want?” That would work very nicely. I’d hold my hands together for her to stand on, and boost her up onto the fence. Which meant I was sure to get a feel of the softness of her body against mine, and if I played it right then at some point I’d have her gorgeous soft, young arse only inches from my face. I could feel my dick moving again in anticipation.

Clearly, she’d reached the same conclusion. Which was why was looking at me like I was crazy.

“Ugh. Like I’m gonna let a pervert like you actually touch me. Ain’t you got anything in your shitty garden I can stand on?”

I shook my head. I really hadn’t.

“I guess you’ll have to come back through the house,” I offered.

Before Lauren could respond, Shannon appeared over the top of the fence, apparently balancing on the lounger Lauren had used to get up and over from the other side.

“The fuck’s taking you so long?” she asked Lauren, before realising I was there. Then she laughed. “Oh, right. Is this the guy you were on about before?” She regarded me briefly, then giggled unpleasantly. “He does look a bit rapey, doesn’t he?”

Lauren laughed, with no hint of embarrassment or apology.

“Yeah, rapey Reynolds, innit.” She was fucking shameless, I had to give her that. Not that I took the insults personally. I figured they’d think any forty-year old, balding bloke who lived on his own was a creep. Hell, they were right. I was a creep. I’d just been knocking one out watching them play volleyball.

“I’m sure your mum wouldn’t like it if she heard you saying things like that,” I pointed out, although I knew full well that Amy Carter wouldn’t give a shit.

Lauren looked at me contemptuously. “Hardly. She’s the one what called you that in the first place, innit, after you was trying to look down her top the day we moved in. Now are you actually gonna let me out, or what?”

“Charming little thing, aren’t you?” I said, sarcastically. “Come on, then. You can go out round the front.”

“If I’m not back in five minutes, call the police,” Lauren joked over her shoulder as she followed me towards the house.

Shannon laughed nastily, and disappeared back down behind the fence.

I opened the back door and held it for Lauren to go through first, like a gentleman. Of course, my intentions were less than honourable.

“No way,” she said, refusing to go past. “I ain’t having you walking behind me, staring at my arse.”

Damn. Rumbled.

I led the way slowly through the kitchen and into the darker hallway, sizzling with frustration that I was so close to her, yet unable to keep enjoying the view. My mind was racing with possibilities, many of them likely to end in a prison term. But I had to do something, or else she’d just be walking out of my house with no more memories for me to revisit later on.

Fuck it. It was time to take a chance.

I stopped suddenly and turned around. In the narrow passage next to the staircase, I was effectively blocking her path. She managed to avoid running into me and instinctively took a step back, keeping her distance. The tension between us rose immediately. I wasn’t even entirely sure what I was doing, but I just kind of ran with it anyway.

“So, look. Lauren, isn’t it?”

I stole a glance down her body, looking at her curvy little tummy with its layer of excess flab and cheap gold piercing. My eyes roved further down, trying – and failing once again– to trace the outline of her intimate parts beneath the bikini bottoms.

“Wow, you know my name. You’re a proper stalker. Now stop fucking perving at me and let me past, or I’ll start yelling.”

I could feel the devil in me coming to the fore. The gambler. The chancer. The you-only-live-oncer that was responsible for so many of my questionable decisions in life.

“Hang on a minute, don’t start screaming yet,” I said, hoping to sound reassuring. I doubted I sounded anything of the sort, but at least she stayed quiet for a moment. My heart started beating faster in anticipation. One last chance to back away. Yeah, right. Like that was ever going to happen. I gave in to my base instinct, and stared her straight in the eye.

“Okay, you’re right. I am perving at you. Because I’m a massive fucking pervert, alright? A dirty old man. A tragic, lecherous old bloke whose wife has left him and who spends his day leering at teenage girls in bikinis.”

She frowned, clearly taken aback by my directness. A flash of fear clouded her face momentarily, perhaps concerned that Rapey Reynolds was going to try to live up to his name. She had nothing to fear, on that front. Not really my style. But I didn’t care if she believed it, just for a moment.

“But I’m something else, as well,” I continued. “I’m cash rich, at least for today. Got lucky on the horses yesterday – accumulator came through for me. Took home a very big wad, last night.”

“So?” she snorted, recovering slightly. I realised that I kind of liked the way her nose crinkled up in disgust. It softened the usual harshness of her expression. Hell, it was almost cute. “Am I supposed to be impressed?” she continued. “You’re a sad old wanker living in a shitty council house, you ain’t ever gonna be a player. The fuck you telling me this for, anyway?”

I smiled again. “I’m not trying to impress you, Lauren. I’m just saying how it is. I might not be a player. In fact, yeah, I’m a sad old wanker. But here’s the thing. I’ve got cash in my pocket, right now…” I took a deep breath, and went for it. “And I’ll give you twenty quid to show me your tits.”

The words were out of my mouth before whatever was left of my conscience could get a hold of me. Impulse had overruled caution, as usual. The tension in the hallway went sky high. I felt the surge of adrenaline, just like I always did when I was pushing my luck.

Lauren was looking at me, mouth open. Silent, for once. I felt a spike of satisfaction that the gobby little cow actually had nothing to say to that.

Still, my heart was pounding, knowing that everything was balanced on a knife edge. Now was the time to laugh nervously and claim I’d been joking. Now was the time to stand aside, open the door and let her leave. Now was the time to step back from the precipice and avoid the headlong plunge into very dangerous waters.

Well, fuck that. I never had been very good at walking away from danger. It was time to double down, instead. I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out the thick roll of notes I’d collected from my win at the bookies.

She made a disbelieving face, then recovered her voice.

“Oh my god. You’re actually fucking serious, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded.

“What do you think I am, some kind of fucking slag?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

She actually looked shocked at that and went to push past me. “Fuck you, you sick old perv…”

I stepped back, avoiding contact with her but still blocking her path. “Hold on. Twenty quid is twenty quid, right? Just for a quick flash. Right here, right now.”

My heart was pounding even harder, now. She’d stopped in her tracks, again, and I could see her processing the situation. That was good. That was unbelievably good, because it meant that – against the odds – she was actually thinking about my offer. I could sense what seemed like childish greed vying with her apparent disgust at what I was asking her to do.

I silently willed her on, and peeled off a twenty from the roll just so she could see it. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she wrestled with the decision. I wasn’t sure if they were actually tattooed on, or just made up to look like they had been. Either way, their neatness was as unnatural as her lashes. Not that it bothered me. I doubted she’d be naturally pretty underneath all the paint, but she looked nice enough done up as she was.

The moment stretched on. I actually started to shake with anticipation. She really was thinking about it. It actually might happen. And then, with a resigned sigh, she apparently made her decision.

“Give us the money, first.”

Oh hell, yes. Fucking bingo! When you gamble big, you win big. And it looked like it really was going to be my lucky day. I smiled genuinely and held the note out for her.

She reached out and grabbed the twenty, then took advantage of my own distraction as I was returning the cash roll to my pocket, pushing past me in an instant, before bolting the last few yards to the front door. I was taken aback, but made no attempt to stop her.

“Haha, dickhead,” she sneered, as her hand found the latch.

Mentally, I shrugged: you win some, you lose some. Although I hadn’t lost yet. I knew the door was deadlocked.

She pulled at it, but it just rattled it in its frame. Frustrated, she banged on the wood with her fists. “Let me out of here, you fucking pervert!”

“Okay, sure. But I’ll be needing my money back, if the deal’s off.”

She looked at the note clutched in her hand. I could almost see the calculations going through her head again.

“Come on. You clearly want that,” I said, nodding to the twenty. “It’s easy money. All you need to do is slip that bikini top down. I’ll stare for a bit like the pervert I am, then you put it back on and I’ll unlock the door. You leave, twenty quid richer.”

I fished the keys out of my other pocket and jangled them at her. I felt my confidence building.

“Either way, that door doesn’t open until I get titties or money. So, what’ll it be?” I asked.

She struggled with the decision for a beat longer, then scowled at me.

“Fine, whatever,” she sighed, then flipped down the material of her bikini top, tucking it underneath each breast.

Her action was sudden enough to stop my breath, as I realised I was staring at a pair of real, honest-to-god teenage tits. Sure, I’d seen tits before. Of course I had. I’d cast my eyes over some very fine young racks in my time. But this was somehow different. This was a girl I already knew. Sort of, anyway. And now she was standing in my hallway, flashing her lovely tanned chest at me.

I gorged on the sight. Just as I’d guessed, she didn’t need any real support from the bikini; she was still young enough to possess natural gravity resistance. Her nipples were perfectly placed, with unexpectedly huge areolae that made me briefly wonder if some lad had already knocked her up. I didn’t care. They were a fucking gorgeous sight. There was just the slightest hint of tan-line from the bikini – like most of the local girls, she’d clearly spent some quality nude time on a sunbed. Underneath her right breast was a small scripted tattoo. Live every moment. Right. I wasn’t a fan of ink, but it was small enough not to detract from the overall appeal.

“Jiggle them for me,” I said. My voice sounded strained. My cock was raging hard again.

“Piss off, you’ve seen ‘em. That’s enough,” she said, swiftly rolling the material back up and tugging it back into place. The tanned flesh beneath barely moved. So fucking young, and so fucking firm. I really wanted to grab hold of them right there, but I knew that was way out of the question.

I jingled the keys again, shaking my head. My confidence continued to build.

“Uh uh. I need a little jiggle. Then you get to go.”

“For fuck’s sake,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. But, to my surprise, she dutifully rolled down the material again and gently shook her chest. I watched, barely breathing, as her movement sent gentle ripples across her chest. Her nipples were just starting to harden slightly in the chill of the hallway, the delicious pink of those large areolae just beginning to wrinkle and darken. What would they feel like to run my tongue over, I wondered?

That thought was enough to prompt a pleasurable shiver, and my cock shifted uncomfortably in my pants, pushing hard against the restriction of my jeans. I saw Lauren glance at my crotch, then look away, clearly disgusted by the very evident bulge.

“Thank you,” I smiled. “Now, do you definitely want to leave, or are you up for earning some more cash?”

She pulled up the bikini again, and shook her head.

“I ain’t sucking your cock, if that’s what you want.”

It was a curious assumption. It made me wonder about what past experiences she’d had. And, indeed, what the potential might be for future experiences. I parked that thought and smiled, reassuringly.

“Fair enough. But I’ll give you forty, if you strip off properly. Top and bottom.”

“Forty? What, on top of this?” She said, waving my twenty back at me, disbelief written all over her face.

“Yeah. That’s sixty quid you’ll have earned. Just for flashing your tits and gooch to a dirty old man. Come on, I mean it’s not like you’ve never got naked in front of a stranger before, is it? You kids do it all the time online, right?”

“Fuck off, you ain’t taking no nudes of me. Anyway, that’s different, innit. Boys need nudes first before you can get with them. And no fucking way am I getting with you.”

“No photos. Just a look. With these…” I pointed to my eyes briefly, then dug out the roll of cash and began counting off the twenties.

Just like buying a car. Always let the seller see the cash.

It only took a moment longer for her to make the decision. She held out her hand for the money and I passed it across. I frowned, catching what seemed like a flash of desperation in her eyes as she seemed momentarily transfixed by the cash. Then the moment passed and she scrunched it up tightly in her right fist. It wasn’t like she had anywhere else to put it, and clearly she didn’t trust me enough to leave it on the floor.

“Alright. Get looking, then,” she instructed.

Using the hand that wasn’t holding the cash, she untied one side of the bikini top, slipping it off over an arm before discarding it on the carpet. Freed completely from their artificial restraint, her tits bounced gently. She really did have a cracking pair, I thought, but my attention was already further down her body, anticipating an even more special reveal. Without pausing, she tugged the bikini bottoms down one-handed and stepped out of them, then stood with hands on her hips, one leg slightly in front of the other.

“Happy now?” she asked.

“Very,” I replied truthfully, and croakily. Right then, I was having difficulty speaking at all. Damn fucking straight I was happy. Teen pussy, right there, just feet away from me. This was shaping up to be a fucking historic day, and I knew I’d be knocking one out over this particular memory for years to come.

I ran my eyes over her body, barely believing what I was looking at. An eighteen-year old girl, fully nude, in the flesh, not five feet away from me. I felt my gaze drawn, inevitably, to the sweet spot between her legs. Unsurprisingly, there were no tan lines. Also unsurprisingly, she was fully shaved, although it had evidently been a few days since she’d carried out any maintenance as a dark triangle of stubble was just starting to show. She had a belly piercing, and a small butterfly tattoo just above the fuzz of tiny short hairs. With her legs slightly parted, I could see the beginnings of a sweet, neat-looking groove.

Fuck, that was hot. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my head. I felt dizzy with excitement.

Dizzy enough to push my luck even further.

I took a deep breath, unzipped my trousers, and allowed my erection to spring loose. Without hesitation, I began working my cock again. Lauren’s reaction was immediate: a yelp of horror, and an immediate covering of herself. One arm in front of her breasts – her fist still gripping my cash tightly, one hand shielding her intimate parts between her legs.

“Seriously, like, what the actual fuck?” she exclaimed, looking like she might throw up.

“Relax. I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Oh my god, that is so gross.” I was disappointed to see that she wasn’t looking at my cock. In fact, she was looking anywhere but there. But at least she wasn’t screaming and banging on the wall for Shannon to come and rescue her.

“Come on. Another forty, just to stand there whilst I finish.”

She shook her head, but I could see in her eyes that the decision was still to make. And in the end, I knew it would come down to the numbers.

“Do the maths. That’s a hundred quid, Lauren. Think what you could buy with that. And all you need to do is just stand there looking bored for a few minutes.”

She looked uncertain for a moment, then I caught a hint of that curious desperation again before she suddenly reached forward and grabbed the cash once more. With it safely in her grasp she tucked both hands behind her back, as if protecting her hard-earned from me. I didn’t care. With her back up against the front door, it meant she was fully exposed; her arms pushing her lower body out slightly so I had an even better view between her legs.

“Fine, go on then, have a fucking wank. I don’t care,” she said, resignedly. “You’d better hurry up though. Shannon will wonder what’s going on.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I locked my eyes on that hot, sweet groove between her legs and squeezed harder on my cock. It didn’t take me long to get back in the rhythm. She really did have a sweet looking pussy. Okay, it wasn’t exactly smooth, but I didn’t have my face in it so that hardly mattered. And the stubble didn’t extend messily onto her thighs, or stretch far up to her belly button. It was just a neat triangle of shadow. I figured she’d still look hot with a nice natural bush down there, even if she didn’t shave at all.

I pumped away for barely a couple of minutes, lost in a fantasy of touching and tasting her, switching my gaze between those lovely round tits and their improbably large areola, that just-a-bit-too-curvy tummy and that sexy, tight-looking groove. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls begin to tighten. All thoughts of saving myself for the evening were gone – all I could think of was how far I could go with this girl in front of me. It was time to find out.

“Kneel down,” I suggested, breathlessly. “Let me come on your tits.”

Lauren made another look of horror. “Ugh, no fucking way. I’m having to stand here looking at an old man wanking. That’s bad enough. I don’t want your dirty old man jizz on me.”

“Another hundred,” I panted. That was a ridiculous amount of cash, really. I knew it made me sound desperate, but right then I was. And hey, in for a penny, in for a pound, right?

“A hundred?” She looked at me sceptically.

I switched hands, gently stroking myself with my left whilst I reached into my pocket for the roll of notes again. I tried to fumble more twenties from underneath the elastic with one hand, but it was no good. I reluctantly released my cock, then peeled off the right amount from the roll and threw the notes towards her so I could get back to wanking. She gathered them up from the floor and screwed them tightly in her fist, then backed up against the door again, making no move towards me. I realised I’d made a strategic error, as she now had the money and no reason to actually comply with my request. It looked like I’d just lost another ton for nothing.

Oh well. It was worth a try.

But then, unbelievably, she actually stepped forward and lowered herself to a kneel. Fucking hell. She clearly hadn’t realised her advantage, or else had suddenly discovered some weird sense of fair play. Either way, I didn’t care. She was actually going to let me do this. I watched her every movement, as I fiercely pumped away at my cock. Her tits wobbled alluringly as she lowered herself down.

“Not on my face, yeah?” she requested.

I laughed and agreed, before resuming my work in earnest, gripping my length with my right hand and working it hard, up and down the shaft, keeping it slow whilst rolling my foreskin over the end and back each time. The sensations were heightened by the sight of her gorgeous teenage body below me. Although her pussy was now out of my sight again, her tits looked fabulous from above.

She was staring down at the floor to the side, clearly desperate not to look at me or my cock. I reached down under her chin and tried to lift her face to make eye contact, but she wasn’t having it.

“Get off me…” she said, slipping out from my grasp and looking away, determined to stare at the carpet.

Something about that expression of bored disgust made me jerk my cock even harder. I was actually getting off on the fact that she didn’t want to be there. I wasn’t proud of that, but I couldn’t hide it. Like I said before, I’m not a very nice person.

I gazed down, as I felt the tingles start again in my balls. Her dark false lashes fluttered briefly, and she glanced up. Finally, I’d caught her eye. The nervous anticipation I saw in her expression was enough to take me over the edge. I grunted with pleasure.

Realising what was about to happen, she leaned back to get her face as far away from the action as she could. Her gorgeous breasts lay fully exposed in front of me, jiggling as she adjusted her position on her knees, putting her arms behind her for support.

I smiled, knowing she was about to get a surprise.

At that glorious sight, my cock jerked suddenly in my hands, catching even me unawares and sending a few tiny drops of clear liquid arcing way over her head. The pleasure shuddered right up my spine, as I bent my knees and aimed towards her chest. I had the briefest of thoughts – that it would be fun to come all over that almost-pretty face and ruin her make-up so she’d have some explaining to do when she returned home – then my orgasm took me fully in its grasp. I grunted with shock at the intensity of the pleasure which exploded through my body as I shot my first proper load straight down onto her tits.

“Ewww…” she complained, as an unexpectedly massive rope of thick, white come splashed down her front.

Yeah, my party trick. Maybe not as impressive as it was a few years ago – in my twenties I’d been a regular one-man bukkake machine. But my overactive balls were still capable of generating an improbably huge ejaculation.

Breathless, I shot another copious load, which spattered onto her chest and trickled down her cleavage towards that chubby tummy below. The sheer excitement – the wrongness – of what I was doing, just added to my pleasure.

I gasped as my cock jerked again, sending another gobbet of milky fluid splashing down.

“Oh my God! That’s disgusting!” she complained, struggling to shuffle backwards on her knees. But I wasn’t done yet. Another three gloriously delicious jerks sent waves of pleasure cascading through my body, and sent even more come erupting thickly from the end of my cock. Her tits were already completely covered in my emissions; those delicious pink areolae only just visible now beneath a thick spattering of milky translucent fluid.

I shuddered as my orgasm gave one final horse-kick of electric delight, muscles clenching at the intensity of the sensations emanating from my cock and balls. Gently rubbing my dick as the pleasure subsided, I squeezed a final few drops of come out onto that tanned teen body before finally stepping back, breathless, to admire the view.

I stood there, panting hard, just staring spellbound at her come-covered tits and praying that I’d be able to remember exactly what they looked like for all eternity.

It didn’t take long for Lauren to break that spell.

“Oh my fucking God. You disgusting fucking freak! It’s all over me!”

“And it does look rather good on you, even if I say so myself.” I couldn’t suppress a smile.

“You’d better not fucking tell Shannon. Or my mum.” She said it like she really meant it. It sounded incongruously innocent, momentarily reminding me of just how young she really was.

Still, I just laughed. She really was stupid if she thought that was on the cards.

“Like that’s gonna happen. Oh, yeah, by the way Amy, I paid your daughter two hundred quid to strip naked for me and then I came all over her tits. I don’t think that’s gonna…”

I was cut off mid-sentence by a loud banging from the front door, followed by a muffled female voice from outside.

“Lauren! Are you in there? Are you alright?”

Lauren looked at me, frozen in a state of abject panic. She was nude, drenched in my come, and her friend was now just feet away behind the front door, apparently coming to her rescue.

“Don’t fucking let her in!” she hissed at me.

I laughed, as I hurriedly fed my softening cock back into my pants and zipped up. I toyed with the idea of demanding my money back in return for not flinging the door open right then, but decided even I wasn’t enough of a bastard for that. Shannon hammered again, which was enough to send Lauren into fresh panic.

Frantically scrabbling for her discarded bikini, whilst still trying to keep hold of the cash scrunched in her fist, she was about to head back down the hall to the kitchen when I had an idea.

“Not that way!” I instructed, keeping my voice low. “Get upstairs. The bathroom. You can get cleaned up in there, and pretend you were just having a shit or something.”

For a moment she looked at me like she truly wanted to kill me but then, without needing any further encouragement, she turned and dashed up the stairs. Yes, I stared. I stared at those gorgeous tanned buttocks jiggling all the way to the top, imagining what it would feel like to slip my cock between them and thrust deep into her from behind.

Shannon started banging and yelling again, bringing me back to reality.

“Let me in! If you’ve fucking done anything to her, I’ll fucking kill you, you sick bastard!”

I waited until Lauren was safely out of sight, then carefully opened the door.

“What’s with all the shouting?” I asked, calmly. “There is a doorbell, you know.”

“Where is she? What have you done with her?” Shannon snarled, shoving the door and pushing past me into the hall.

I smiled. “Calm down. She’s just using the bathroom.”

Shannon looked at me like I was mad, then put her head into the living room to check for her friend.

“You’re a fucking liar! I swear to God, if you’ve laid a finger on her, you’re a dead man. I fucking know people, yeah?”

“Lauren!” I called. “Do you think you could hurry up, please? Your friend’s threatening to have me killed.”

The toilet flushed upstairs and I looked up to see Lauren emerging from the bathroom, looking slightly dishevelled, adjusting her bikini.

“Leave it, Shannon,” she called down. “It’s fine.”

“The fuck are you doing in his bathroom?”

Lauren shrugged, looking a little more confident as she made her way down the stairs.

“I needed a shit. Didn’t want to stink out our house before the party, innit?”

I laughed at that, genuinely impressed at her ingenuity. Maybe she wasn’t as dim as she appeared.

“Fuck’s sake, I was worried about you,” Shannon sighed, beginning to calm down. “I thought he might have abducted you or something,” she said, looking at me with a scowl.

“Clearly you were mistaken,” I said with a smile. I looked at Lauren, who averted her eyes briefly.

Shannon was still looking between the two of us, seeming to sense that something wasn’t adding up but not able to square exactly what that could be.

“Aww, babe, were you actually worried about me?” Lauren asked. She sounded genuine. Again, I was impressed. It was just the right thing to say to defuse the tension.

Shannon gave me one more hard look, then softened a little.

“Yeah, course I was. I mean…” she said, looking at me with disgust. “You’re in here with Rapey Reynolds for ten minutes, what was I gonna think?”

“Sorry, hon,” Lauren shrugged. “I would have messaged you but my phone’s still back in the garden.”

“Oh, come here, you stupid bitch,” Shannon said, finally relenting as she opened her arms for an embrace.

I watched as the two friends hugged briefly, until Shannon stepped back suddenly, wiping something from where her tummy had pressed up against Lauren’s.

“Eeew, what’s that?” she said, holding a hand in front of her. It glistened with something gelatinous. I looked at Lauren’s midriff and realised she hadn’t been careful enough with the tissues in the bathroom.

“Oh my God. Is that…?” Shannon lifted her hand to her nose briefly. “Oh my God, it’s come, isn’t it?”

“No!” Lauren said, sounding defensive enough to provide absolute proof that it was, indeed, my ejaculate.

Shannon looked between the two of us, her face a picture of incomprehension, as she puzzled through the implications of what must have happened. Lauren just stood mutely, looking horrified. I think I probably just looked pleased with myself.

After a pause, Shannon reached her conclusion.

“Shit, Lauren. You fucking went and sucked his dick, didn’t you?”

“No!” Lauren and I both said, in unison.

Shannon just stared at us.

“Then why the fuck have you got his come on you?”

“I haven’t…” Lauren said, rather pathetically.

“Actually, she has,” I contradicted. There was another opportunity here if I played it right, which meant honesty was the best policy. I locked eyes with Shannon, so she could see I wasn’t lying. “But she didn’t suck me off. She never touched me, I promise. I just… well, I just paid her two hundred quid to get naked and let me come on her tits.”

Shannon looked incredulous. “Wait… what? Two hundred quid? Bullshit!”

“Show her the money, Lauren,” I instructed, before looking back at Shannon. “She’s not cheap. But worth every penny.”

Reluctantly, Lauren revealed the cash that had been scrunched in her hand.

“Fucking hell!” Shannon exclaimed, staring at the crumpled notes.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I added, still looking at Shannon. Still keeping things under control, for the moment. “Maybe you’d be up for earning a little easy money, as well?”

“Piss off, I ain’t a fucking whore,” she responded, looking accusingly at her friend.

“And neither is lovely Lauren here, who’s now two hundred quid richer,” I interjected before Lauren could respond. “She’s just a girl with a good eye for business.”

Shannon scowled back, but was clearly still lost for words. I knew I had to get in quick, before she just turned tail and left.

“Cards on the table,” I continued, holding my hands out in an expression of honesty. “I am a dirty old man. I know girls like you would never go near me without a considerable incentive, but the good news is that I could offer you a very considerable incentive indeed if you were to, say… come upstairs to bed with me now…” I returned my attention to Lauren. “Both of you.”

Shannon’s scowl turned into a sneer.

“Yeah, right,” she spat. “You’d need, like, a fucking grand to get me into your bed.”

I smiled, knowing I’d won.

“Alright, deal,” I said, smiling.

“You what?”

“I said, alright. I’ll pay you a grand if you both come to bed with me. A thousand quid. I’m good for it,” I said, pulling out the roll of cash and waving it at them both. “Lauren knows I play fair, don’t you?”

Both girls stared at the money.

“You taking the piss?” Shannon asked.

“Absolutely not. You must have an hour or so before the party gets going, right? I’ll pay you to spend that time with me, in my bed. You just have to be naked and prepared to indulge the fantasies of a dirty old man.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“It means he wants to shag us both, babe. Right?” Lauren suggested, turning to me for confirmation. I caught the same flicker of desperation in her eyes that I’d seen before. Was it just greed? Or something else? I decided I didn’t care, either way.

I nodded with a smile. The two girls were looking at each other uncertainly. Lauren looked like she wanted the money but didn’t want to admit it in front of her friend. Shannon looked like she didn’t believe the amount on the table. All I cared about was that neither of them had said no, yet.

I shrugged, knowing just how much of a long shot I was aiming for. It would only take one of them to bottle it, for it to all be off. But until that happened…

I made a show of putting the money back in my pocket.

“Look. It’s your choice,” I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. The adrenaline was truly pumping again. “You can walk out of here right now and spend the rest of the evening dreaming about all the stuff you could have done if you’d taken the money. Or you could give up an hour of your lives, let an old man do the dirty with you, then go and have a proper shower…” I looked meaningfully at Lauren, “…and forget about me, so you can spend the rest of the evening working out how you’re actually going to spend all that cold, hard cash.”

They both stood, saying nothing, just looking at me. That was fine. It meant neither of them had said no, yet.

“Look. I’m not into anything weird. I won’t hurt you,” I promised. “No whips and chains or dressing up or kinks.”

“Nothing weird? Like some forty-year-old straight up offering teenagers money for sex isn’t weird? You know we’re both only eighteen, right?” Shannon queried.

I nodded, smiling.

“You’re fucking wrong in the head, mate,” she concluded.

She still hadn’t said no, though.

I paused, considering my next move. I caught Lauren’s eye again briefly, and came to a decision. Sometimes you need to push, to get what you want. One-on-one, that often works, just like it had when Lauren was on her own. But when you’re trying to bend two people to your will, backing off is sometimes better. Especially if it looks like you’ve got one of them on side already.

“Look, tell you what,” I suggested gently. “Why don’t you both just think about it for a minute. I’ll head upstairs with the money. You can talk about it and work out what you want to do. If you’re not up for it, just let yourselves out through the front door and forget it ever happened. Or, if you fancy earning the quickest grand you’ll ever earn, then come up and join me. The choice is yours.”

I smiled at them both.

“See you both shortly, I hope. If not, then have a lovely evening.”

Act Two

I turned and headed up the stairs. I had nothing of real value downstairs, so I wasn’t bothered about leaving them in my house unobserved. As I put one foot in front of the other on the shabby carpet, I became increasingly convinced I’d made the right decision. Something about the intensity of Shannon’s gaze had suggested she was beyond my persuasion. But Lauren had already shown her love for cash could overcome her self-respect. She just needed to convince her friend to join her.

I headed into my bedroom, my heart thumping with anticipation, trying not to think of the craziness I’d just potentially initiated. A grand! For a shag! Shannon was right to be sceptical; I really was fucking nuts, throwing that kind of cash at a couple of scrubbers in Chelmsford when I could be down in the city bedding a pair of stunning Russian beauties for less money. But the thought of those two deliciously different, deliciously real teenage bodies in my bed was enough to overcome any kind of financial sensibility.

I hurried to my dresser, retrieved a small baggie and a cosmetic mirror from the back of a drawer, then emptied the contents of the baggie onto the mirror. After a bit of work with a razor blade I kept handy for such work, I’d chopped and crushed four neat little lines of white powder. Placing a straw next to the mirror, I stood back and admired my handiwork. That should be enough to get them in the mood, if they came up. If not, it would get me ready to go out on the town.

I could still hear voices downstairs, which was good. It meant they hadn’t left yet. Looking around the room, my eyes settled on my laptop that was perched on top of a chest of drawers. An interesting idea formed in my mind. I powered up the computer, positioned it so the webcam pointed at the bed, then set it recording and killed the screen. If everything went to plan, I’d get a nice little record of events to come back to later. Way better than relying on memory, for sure.

Sitting down on the ageing but serviceable double bed, I realised that the voices downstairs had stopped. I held my breath, waiting for the front door to slam. But instead, I heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs. Two sets of feet, in fact.

My heart jumped again. Fucking hell. This could actually be happening.

By the time the bedroom door opened with a creak, I was feeling faint with excitement. I looked up as the girls entered. To my surprise, Shannon was in front. I’d figured that Lauren would be leading this new affair, but her friend had seemingly taken over.

Game on, then. I just had to remember to breathe.

“Give us a grand each, and we’ll do it,” Shannon announced. “Not up the bum, though. And you get to wear a johnny.”

I laughed, feeling some of the tension subside. I was on familiar territory, now. She looked confident, but I could tell it was an act. She was just trying her luck. And you can’t take chances with a chancer. We always know.

“Sorry, I can’t stretch to that,” I lied. I could, but I knew I didn’t have to.

“Well, I guess you can go fuck yourself then. Cos you ain’t fucking us,” Shannon sneered, before turning to leave.

Lauren glanced at me, looking disappointed, then turned to grab her friend’s arm.

“Shannon, wait!” she pleaded.

“Yeah, Shannon, wait!” I repeated. It was enough for her to stop and turn round. “Come on,” I encouraged. “I’m offering you a monkey each. Five hundred quid times two. That’s serious money. Think of what you could do with that.”

“It ain’t enough,” Shannon said, although less confidently than the first time, perhaps realising that Lauren was a weak link.

I shrugged. “Okay. Best and final offer. Six hundred each. But for that money I go bareback.”

Lauren jumped in before Shannon could respond.

“Alright. We’ll do it.”

Shannon shot her a glance. “Lauren!”

“What?” Lauren challenged. “Where else are we gonna get that kind of money? This dickhead’s crazy enough to pay, so why not? Fuck’s sake, it’s only a shag, innit?”

“I don’t want his come in me, though,” Shannon complained.

“Which is why I’m paying extra for that,” I interjected. “Stick to the five hundred if you’d prefer, and I’ll get the Durex.”

Shannon just frowned, clearly weighing up her options.

“It’s a hundred quid more, Shannon,” Lauren pointed out helpfully.

“Fine. Whatever,” Shannon relented after another pause. “Let’s just get on with it.”

“Alrighty then,” I said, feeling the flush of excitement spreading through my body already as a flashback of my earlier fantasy reappeared in my head. I grinned at both girls, retrieved the cash roll, counted off two piles of cash and placed one wad on each of my bedside tables.

“You get to pick it up when we’re done. Now, why don’t you have a little nose candy first, to get you in the mood?” I said, nodding to the dresser with the lines of white powder laid out.

“Really? You got coke?” Lauren queried, making a face that perfectly expressed her surprise that the sad, pervy old wanker next door was good for a bit of blow.

I laughed as they both scuffled to get first dibs on the drugs. Lauren won, and leaned over to snort up two lines with the straw I’d left.

“So how’s this gonna work?” Lauren asked, sniffing and wiping her nose as Shannon snorted up the rest of the coke.

I shrugged. “Let’s start by you losing those bikinis. But just for the record, this is a business transaction, right? I’m going to give you money, and you’re going to have sex with me. We’re clear on that, yes?”

“Duh, that’s what we just said, innit,” Lauren confirmed.

“I know. I’m just making sure.” So was the camera on my laptop.

Both girls were now standing with their backs to the dresser, facing me as I sat on the edge of the bed. They were sniffing from having snorted the cocaine, and both looked uncertain. I knew it would take a few minutes for the coke to kick in and override their inhibitions. Although part of me – the bad part – got a thrill from seeing them both on edge about what they were about to do.

“Get ‘em off, then,” I instructed with a smile.

Shannon nudged Lauren. “You first. You’ve already done it once.”

Lauren didn’t even bother to protest. She just deftly released her bikini top. The memories of her tits were still achingly fresh in my mind, so there was a little less awe and wonder this time, but I still couldn’t take my eyes off her as she undressed. The sight of those deliciously large areolae, just subtly pinker than the tanned surrounding skin, was more than enough to have me unconsciously start stroking my erection through my jeans.

She undid the string on her bottoms and stepped out of them, again giving me a fabulously pendulous view of her magnificent chest, then stood back, put her hands behind her head and jiggled. Properly, this time, and without being asked. My heart rate was already sky high, but the excitement of knowing that I was very shortly going to be touching, caressing, possessing those tanned curves was enough to send me into dangerous territory.

I grinned at her, staring unashamedly at those tits before moving down to that delightful triangle of shadow between her legs. I forced myself to breathe slower as my eyes roved over her. I really didn’t want a fucking coronary before we’d got started. She didn’t smile back, but there was just a hint in her eyes of pride. She looked away, almost shyly, and managed to look almost cute again.

I liked that look, a lot.

“Your turn,” I instructed Shannon. I sounded breathless and pervy. I figured that wasn’t unreasonable, given the circumstances.

She gave me a look that perfectly combined disgust and fear. Probably because I was now properly kneading my cock and balls through the material of my jeans. But then, after a moment’s hesitation, she reached behind herself to untie her red bikini top and let it slip to the floor.

I stopped breathing again. Her small, flat breasts made up for their lack of size by being utterly perfectly formed. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but it wasn’t anywhere near as gorgeous as what I was looking at right then. No tan lines, just gentle brown curves topped off with delicious little nipples; much smaller and darker than Lauren’s but already erect thanks to the silver barbells that pierced them.

“Nice,” I said, with a grin. I meant it, too.

She scowled back, and my grin widened. She wasn’t a natural looker, but the sharpness of her features were softened by the considerable quantity of skilfully-applied makeup. Thick, dark eyeliner – and that dark hair with its hard fringe – definitely lent her a look that wouldn’t have been out of place on a hieroglyphic somewhere. Although the glittery twinkles of her eye shadow, which offset her dark brown eyes rather nicely, probably wasn’t a look that would have been found in ancient Egypt. I doubted they tattooed their eyebrows into a perpetual frown, either.

Without waiting for further instruction, she unfastened the bikini bottoms, slid them down her skinny-looking thighs and onto the floor, then stood with her arms folded glaring at me, as if challenging me to say something.

“Sweet,” I said, staring right at her hairless crotch. It looked super smooth – maybe waxed rather than shaved. Or maybe just more recently maintained than Lauren’s fuzzy little triangle. Unlike Lauren, Shannon’s thighs were skinny enough to reveal the dark folds of labia hanging in the gap between her legs. I closed my eyes, imagining what it would feel like to slide my cock up gently between those soft, inviting pudenda… then stopped myself as I realised I didn’t have to imagine, at all.

Still, there was a little more fun to be had before we moved on to that.

“Turn around,” I instructed them both, twirling my finger.

They complied, surprisingly without complaint. My eyes roved over their curves.

“Give us a little booty shake,” I suggested, seeing how far I could push my luck.

Both girls leaned forward onto the dresser, presented their rears and dutifully jiggled them for me.

It wasn’t exactly lap-dancing quality. In fact, it was half-hearted at best. But still, it was fucking hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off those two delightfully contrasting bottoms as they moved in front of me: Lauren’s curvy, soft-looking form highlighting the tight firmness of Shannon’s rear. I wasn’t enamoured with the cheap tattoos on Shannon’s back and thighs, but they weren’t going to put me off. The sight of those jiggling buttocks meant I could resist no longer. I stood up from the bed and hastily undressed, kicking away my jeans and shirt before awkwardly tugging off my socks and, finally, stepping out of my boxers.

“Alright ladies. Let’s get this party started,” I suggested, stroking my erection. Despite my earlier performance, I was absolutely rock-hard again and ready for action.

As they turned around, the girls stared at my naked dad-bod with open distaste. Keeping their distance from me, they moved over to sit on the edge of the bed. Both looked nervous again. Clearly I’d have to be the one taking the lead in this encounter, but that was hardly surprising. I approached, holding my dick in my hand, and offered it to Shannon. Her mouth was at just the right height, but she turned her face away.

I didn’t bother protesting. Instead, I took hold of Shannon’s right hand and gently lifted it to where it needed to be. She glanced up and scowled at me again – clearly her trademark look – and began stroking my cock listlessly with her finger and thumb as Lauren looked on dully.

“You could at least put some effort into it,” I complained. “Pretend you’re enjoying it.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Shannon replied. “I’m wanking a hairy old man’s dick. I ain’t gonna like it, am I?”

“Maybe not. But just remember that the harder you work – the more convincing you are – then the quicker I’ll get off. And that means the sooner you’ll get to grab your money and get out of here.”

Lauren frowned, then brightened as if just realising the obvious truth of what I was pointing out. She really wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. I wasn’t interested in her intelligence, though. I was only interested in getting my cock inside her.

“He’s right, Shannon,” she agreed, before looking up at me and jiggling her tits for me again. She actually smiled this time, as well. Maybe the coke was already starting to loosen her up. Or maybe she really just wanted to get away with her money as quick as she could.

“That’s the idea. Do it well enough and I might even throw in a tip,” I encouraged.

“How much?” Lauren queried, immediately.

“Oh, I don’t know. How about another fifty? But only if you’re really convincing.”

“Alright,” Lauren said, her expression changing immediately. She looked up at me, batted her eyelashes, and pushed Shannon away from my cock to take hold of it herself.

“You’ve got a lovely big dick. I love stroking it,” Lauren purred.

She gave it a few good, hard tugs before letting go.

“Your turn,” she said to her friend.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Shannon sighed resignedly, before leaning forward unexpectedly and taking my cock in her mouth. The intensity of the warm wetness nearly took my breath away as she sucked hard, then ran her lips further down my length. Still wrapping her mouth around the head of my cock, she began using her hand to wank my shaft properly.

That was definitely more like it. She continued her ministrations for a short while, before releasing me and looking up.

“Mmmm, daddy, I love the taste of your dick,” she simpered in a very fake voice, attempting to sound like a porn actress and failing quite badly.

I spluttered with laughter, which wasn’t quite the effect she’d expected.

“Don’t take the piss,” she complained, returning to her familiar scowl. “You wanted me to sound like I was fucking enjoying it. Make your fucking mind up.”

“Yeah, but daddy? Seriously?”

“It’s what old men like to hear, innit?”

I wondered what kind of experiences this girl had had, and who she’d had them with. Or maybe it was just her generation, growing up surrounded by pornography. I didn’t much care either way.

“Uh, stick with Mr Reynolds, thanks,” I suggested.

“So, do you like me sucking you off, Mr Reynolds? Would you like me to do it some more?” Shannon asked, still trying to sound like a porn pro.

“Why yes, I think I would,” I suggested.

This time she ran her tongue over the end of my cock, then took me in her mouth fully before sliding her lips down much further than before, until I felt her throat constricting around me. Clearly, she was no amateur.

She began to repeat the action and, as she took me all the way down for a third time, I leaned forward, gently pushing myself further down her throat. The pleasure was intense, made all the more so by the knowledge that she didn’t want to be doing this. She established a brief rhythm and for a few glorious moments I was actually fucking her throat properly until I thrust hard enough for her to finally gag, and she withdrew, spilling a torrent of saliva as she attempted to breathe again whilst heaving unpleasantly.

“Mr Reynolds, would you like me to suck your dick?” Lauren asked, putting on a breathily-intense little-girl voice that made her sound worryingly young. “Is that what you want to hear?” she asked, in her normal voice.

“Uh uh. Beg me,” I instructed. Might as well try my luck.

“Please, Mr Reynolds. Please, can I suck your big hard dick?” Lauren breathed, looking up at me and batting her fake lashes. Her eyes were dead – devoid of all emotion – but that didn’t bother me in the slightest.

“Well, as you asked so nicely, Lauren…”

I manoeuvred myself to place my cock in front of her face. She gave it a couple of experimental licks, then ran her tongue all the way up and down my length before tickling the underside of my glans.

“Mmmm, it tastes nice, Mr Reynolds,” she said, giggling. I suspected the coke really was starting to kick in.

“Good to know,” I said.

“Can I put it in my mouth? Please, Mr Reynolds. I really want to,” she begged. I didn’t even need to tell her to be, this time. Given her usual aggressive demeanour, I was surprised at how convincingly she was playing a submissive young girl. My cock strained in anticipation as she slowly took it into her mouth and gave it a gentle suck.

Shannon had recovered enough to reach over and massage my balls with one hand, as Lauren slathered her lips and tongue around the head of my cock. I pushed myself further into her mouth, but she resisted, clearly not as adept as Shannon. That didn’t matter. She was squeezing her lips hard around my glans whilst gripping my shaft tightly in her fist, wanking me into her mouth whilst her friend squeezed and tugged my balls.

I let them carry on as the pleasure built inside me, then I pulled away and took over myself for a bit. Time to push my luck again. Or at least to see how far the marching powder had travelled round their bodies.

“So, you’re both good friends, right?” I asked, stroking my cock without shame as I stood in front of them. “I mean, you’ve seen each other naked before, I’m sure.”

Lauren nodded. “All the time,” she confirmed, with a giggle. Yeah, the coke was definitely starting to work.

“Why don’t you show Shannon how much you really love her, then?” I suggested.

Lauren frowned at me briefly, then realised what I was suggesting.

“What, you want us to lez up for you?” she asked, giggling again.

I nodded with a grin.

“Think about it… the more time you spend touching each other, the less time you have to spend touching me.”

Incredibly, that seemed to be enough justification for Lauren, as she turned, grabbed hold of Shannon’s shoulders and pushed her backwards onto the bed.

“The fuck you doing?” Shannon asked, laughing herself as she feebly tried to fight Lauren off. After a brief struggle, Lauren used her height and weight to straddle Shannon, pinning her down by her arms. The view from where I stood was fabulous. Shannon kicked her legs in a futile attempt to shake Lauren off, and in doing so exposed her most intimate parts to me. Lauren ground herself onto Shannon’s tummy, her curvy buttocks flexing and rippling deliciously.

I gripped my cock hard with my right hand, tickling my balls with my left, and began stroking myself faster as I lapped up the view. I was still covered in the girls’ saliva, and the feelings of pleasure as I slid my fingers up and down my slick length were intense.

“Get off me, you fucking dyke!” Shannon protested, still laughing. What a difference a bit of coke can make to a personality.

“Shut up, you let me do it at Liam’s party,” Lauren retorted. “And if it will get him off quicker watching us, that’s better than sucking his dick, right?”

“Liam’s party was different. Liam’s hot and we both got to shag him, innit.”

“You still liked it when I kissed you, though,” Lauren said as she shuffled to position herself on all fours, with her fabulous arse sticking up in the air and those magical breasts hanging pendulous again.

“No, I never!” Shannon argued, although by this point she’d stopped struggling and was laughing again.

“You fucking did,” Lauren said, giggling madly. She was coked up to her gorgeous tits by now.

“Yeah, well you loved it even more when I got three fingers up you,” Shannon argued, before being silenced involuntarily as Lauren finally leaned down to kiss her hard on the mouth. Shannon made one last half-hearted attempt to push her away, then relaxed into a deep, surprisingly passionate kiss.

I could barely believe what was happening in front of my eyes, and gorged myself on the sight, unable to resist wanking harder and faster. I actually gasped out loud as Shannon parted her legs, revealing her perfectly smooth mound and the dark, crinkly folds of her labia. With Lauren’s bottom raised and her legs either side of Shannon, I had a perfect view of her fabulously neat, sweet-looking groove as well. My grip tightened even harder around my cock, and glorious tingles of pleasure spasmed through me as I pumped faster still.

No longer needing to pin Shannon down, Lauren slipped her left hand down between her friend’s legs as they kissed. Her middle finger toyed around Shannon’s clit for a while, before slipping between those dark, distended lips and rubbing hard. When her finger emerged again, it was glistening.

Fuck, that was hot. I felt a tightness starting in my balls and forced myself to ease off and slow down. Shooting my load before actually getting inside either of those gorgeous young holes was not an acceptable outcome.

They broke off from kissing and giggled. Shannon reached up to play with Lauren’s beautiful tits as they dangled above her.

“Has he come yet?” she asked, sounding breathless as Lauren’s fingers continued their work.

Lauren looked back at me over her shoulder, shook her head, then squeaked as Shannon tweaked one of her nipples hard.

“Keep it up and it won’t be long. I’m warming up nicely, here,” I said. I was audibly panting from my own exertions, as I masturbated slower now, trying to show some restraint. They continued with their apparently genuine enjoyment of each other’s bodies for a while longer. Were they faking it? Perhaps. Frankly, I didn’t care. I was still riding high on the glorious unlikelihood of the entire situation; surfing a familiar wave of improbable joy at having overcome the odds to end up with two naked teenage girls pleasuring each other in my bed.

Shannon began panting and whimpering, grinding herself upwards onto Lauren’s hand. It looked like she might actually come, which wasn’t an outcome I’d expected. Lauren’s fingers were glistening from Shannon’s juices, and she was making little girl-pleasure noises herself as Shannon continued to play with her tits.

I breathed deeply, taking in the mix of musky scent and cheap perfume overlaid now with a faint suggestion of sweat from the girls’ exertions. I felt that familiar tingling in my balls again, and decided it was time to stop watching and start taking part. I did actually want to get my money’s worth, after all. I hurried across to the bed, cock in hand, then took hold of Lauren’s hips, tugging her back towards me. Shannon’s legs were still dangling over the edge of the bed as she lay on her back. I stood between them, pulling Lauren backwards so I’d be able to fuck her whilst she was still on all fours on the bed.

Lauren jumped at my touch, having been giving all her attention to her friend, and looked over her shoulder at me. There was no averting her eyes this time. She looked straight at my cock.

“You like watching, don’t you Mr Reynolds,” she said. The fake little girl voice had become her default, now.

“Uh huh,” I agreed. “But now I want to take part, too,”

“Are you going to put your big hard cock in me?” she said, nodding towards my crotch but continuing to push her fingers down between Shannon’s legs.

“Do you want me to?” I asked. Part of me wanted to capture her answer for the camera. Another part just wanted to hear her say it out loud. And another, darker part of me didn’t care how she answered. She was getting it anyway.

“Oh, yes, Mr Reynolds,” she simpered. “Please, put it in me. I want it inside me.”

Her act was ridiculously fake, but it was also ridiculously arousing and infinitely preferable to her actual personality. Giving them both the drugs had been a smart move on my part, for sure.

“What about you Shannon?” I queried. “Do you want it, too?”

Shannon just mumbled unintelligibly in response, her eyes closed, squirming as she continued to enjoy Lauren’s fingers between her legs. That was fair enough. I’d come to her later.

I squeezed Lauren’s smooth, tanned buttocks as I manoeuvred her into position. They felt glorious – enough give to allow my fingers to dig in deep, but not so much as to feel flabby. I massaged them with both hands, then pulled them apart to fully expose her tight, neat little anus. There was no hint of hair around her rear hole – the stubble just seemed to naturally fade away behind her slit. I was disappointed that entrance was verboten, but I could hardly complain.

I ran a finger down between her legs, slipping into the folds of her groove from behind. She let out a moan of what I assumed to be fake pleasure as I navigated my fingers gently, feeling the slight harshness of those stubbly hairs before slipping my index finger right into her pussy. I was surprised by the heat and the wetness I found. I had no idea if she was getting genuinely turned-on by Shannon, or if it was the aphrodisiac effect of the drugs. I didn’t care. I needed to be inside her. Withdrawing my finger, I held it to my face and breathed in the sweet, sickly scent for a moment before taking hold of my erection again. I guided the end of my cock carefully down the same route my fingers had just taken, taking care not to slip into that tight little brown star by mistake.

As she presented her rear to me, I pushed the end of my cock gently between those neat pussy lips. The heat really was intense as I began to slip inside her. She was tighter than I’d imagined. Much tighter. I let out an involuntary groan as I slipped in further, feeling that gloriously slick hole contracting around my length all the way until I was pressing up against those soft, yielding buttocks. I held myself there, gripping her hips to pull her onto me so I was right up to the hilt in her, feeling the movements transmitted through her body as she continued to masturbate her friend beneath her, delighting in the heat and the wetness and the tightness as I leaned to the side so I could see the jiggling of those glorious tits…

I tried to go slow at first, but it was no good. My resistance was gone. After just a handful of intensely delicious, drawn out movements I gave in and began thrusting into her slick wet hole at full speed.

“Oh yes, Mr Reynolds! Fuck me with your big hard cock!” she cried. Hearing her reel off comedy phrases from a porn script in that fake little girl voice was so… wrong. But I didn’t tell her to stop. I just increased my pace even more.

I still couldn’t believe how tight Lauren felt as I heaved myself into her, sweating in the heat of the bedroom, slapping wetly against her buttocks as her whimpers of apparent pleasure increased in volume. I was breathless myself and already grunting involuntarily with each thrust.

“Oh! Oh! Harder! Please, fuck me harder!” Lauren encouraged, quite convincingly. I felt obliged to comply.

She gasped as my fingers dug in harder on her hips, pulling her onto me with each thrust so I could feel every millimetre of that delicious tight pussy. The sensations were divine: spasms of pleasure rippling out from my groin and right up my spine each time I pushed myself in. I grunted louder, feeling the pressure building again as I got closer to release. I nearly lost myself in the intensity; in her girlish pants and moans and squeaks; in the delectable sight of her still frantically pawing between her friend’s legs whilst I thrust in and out of her with increasing intensity. It was a living fantasy, so intense that I had to force myself to remember that I had my eyes open and was seeing this all, for real, and not imagining it inside my head.

Eventually I felt my balls tightening for what felt like the hundredth time and forced myself to stop thrusting. I was panting hard and sweating profusely, but I wasn’t ready to come just yet. I needed to draw the moment out even longer.

“No! Please, Mr Reynolds. Don’t stop!” Lauren begged, turning round to look at me. She batted her false lashes at me. “Don’t you like fucking me?” she continued, with an exaggerated pout. She was still working away at Shannon’s pussy with her fingers; her friend sounding increasingly desperate to reach her climax.

I laughed as I gently withdrew myself from her tightness. The room was hot, but I still felt the relative cool of the air around my slick length, and wanted to get back inside her without delay. But I also really wanted a better view of her fabulous chest.

“Sure I do. But I want to see those tits again,” I stated truthfully. “So, turn over. On your back.”

Lauren withdrew her hand briefly from between Shannon’s legs, then flopped herself over and lay on her back, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the bed just like her friend. Draping one leg over Shannon’s, she reached over and resumed working on her friend whilst spreading her legs for me and jiggling her chest. Her nipples were thick buds now – hard from where Shannon had been tweaking them – drawing in those magnificently large areolae around them.

“Do you like my tits, Mr Reynolds?” she purred. They were rippling in rhythm with her hand as she continued to masturbate Shannon beside her.

I grinned back. “They’re okay, I guess.”

She pouted at me again, and I laughed.

“You’re really working for that tip, aren’t you?”

The fantasy mask slipped for a moment, as a little bit of the real Lauren shone through again.

“Yeah, and you’d better fucking pay up when we’re done, innit,” she said, followed by another coke-fuelled giggle.

“Of course,” I reassured. “You’re impressing me so far. Keep it up and you’ll get your little bonus.”

She looked like she was going to say something else for a moment, but then I slipped back inside her without warning and pushed hard enough to make her genuinely gasp again. Leaning forward onto the bed, propping myself up on my arms, I revelled again in that glorious tightness, feeling the slick heat wrap around my length. I was still enraptured by her chest, and I lowered myself down further so I could feel those fabulous hot buds pressed up against my skin. They didn’t disappoint; two hard points of heat rubbing up against my own nipples as I continued to grind and thrust into her.

I pumped away like that for what seemed like an eternity, savouring every moment; the sickly-sweet smell of juices intermingled with sweat and perfume; her wonderfully convincing pants and moans of pleasure in one ear, with Shannon’s ever-more frantic gasps and cries in the other like some kinds of real-life surround-sound porno.

As I felt my climax start to draw near again, Lauren surprised me, leaning in close and whispering in my ear.

“Fuck me, Mr Reynolds,” she breathed, intensely. Time seemed to freeze. For just that one, fleeting moment she was really, properly, completely fucking convincing; in my head she actually sounded warm and loving and sexy. My balls tightened again in response, and it was all I could do to force myself back up on my arms and pause in my thrusts, rather than just give in and go for broke there and then.

I looked down at her sweaty body, as she pouted back up at me again. She was actually fucking gorgeous when she did that, I decided. But I really needed to give Shannon a try, before I finally shot my load over one or the other of them. Or maybe both.

I switched my gaze to Shannon. She had her eyes closed, her face scrunched up in complete concentration, using her own hand now alongside Lauren’s, squeaking and moaning in apparent frustration that she couldn’t quite reach her climax. If it was an act, it was even more convincing than Lauren.

“I think Shannon needs a cock in her, don’t you?”

“But I want it in me, too,” Lauren protested, starting to push herself up onto me now that I’d paused in my own thrusts.

“Be fair, Lauren. Good girls always share. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mr Reynolds,” she said, submissively.

I gently eased myself out of her, and she withdrew her hand from between Shannon’s legs, eliciting a groan of protest from her friend.

Shannon opened her eyes, looking confused, as if she hadn’t quite remembered where she was.

“Your turn, now,” I smiled.

“Mr Reynolds has a lovely big cock, Shannon. It feels really nice,” Lauren breathed in her friend’s ear, before looking up at me. Still working for that tip, clearly.

“Why, thank you, Lauren,” I replied with a grin as I manoeuvred myself across to stand in between Shannon’s legs.

“Do you want me to put it in you, Shannon?”

She nodded back up at me.

“Say it,” I instructed.

“Put it in me, daddy. I mean, Mr Reynolds,” she said, correcting herself as Lauren laughed.

I ran the swollen head of my cock gently up and down against the folds of those crinkly wet labia, before pushing hard onto the bud of her clit. She gasped as I rubbed the hot little nub with the underside of my cock.

“Do it. Fuck me. Please, fuck me, Mr Reynolds,” she begged.

Her act wasn’t as convincing as Lauren. Nowhere near. There was still a hint of that sneer in her voice, but I didn’t care. I stopped looking at her face, and instead gazed down at the sight of my length slowly disappearing into her slick wet pussy. She shuffled a little on the bed as I slipped into her, causing her muscles to contract briefly around me, sending a shiver of intense pleasure rippling up my dick. Then she lay still as I began to move slowly in and out of her, trying to find a rhythm that would let me savour the experience for a little longer before I came.

Given that she was the smaller girl, I’d expected her to be even tighter than Lauren, but she wasn’t. In fact, unless she actively squeezed me, she wasn’t really very tight at all. I had to push upwards as I thrust forward each time, to get the sensations I was after.

Lauren was just lying there next to her, looking uncertain, so I slipped my hand down between her legs and was rewarded with a fake moan of pleasure. I continued to probe, finding her clit and rubbing it gently as I ground away at Shannon.

Shannon began to move against me, helping me to get deeper inside her. After a few more thrusts, she closed her eyes and brought her hand down to rub her clit hard. I carried on pushing, delighting in the slick wetness as I thrust into her again and again; her false nails occasionally catching around the base of my cock.

“Oh! Oh! Do me, Mr Reynolds!” she cried, and I increased the pace. Lauren laughed momentarily, still coked up, but I increased the pressure of my fingers on her intimate parts and she returned to panting with pleasure. Fake or not, it was convincing enough for me.

I began to build up the rhythm and grinned down at Shannon, her face contorting in her effort to get herself off. That just heightened my arousal; all hint of her previous cockiness was gone. She was completely under my control, just the way I liked it. I increased the pace further, with her gasping each time I pushed inside her. That sound, combined with the sight of my slick cock disappearing into that hole was getting me closer to climax again.

“Lauren, don’t be selfish. Help Shannon get off,” I instructed.

Lauren reached over again and started rubbing Shannon’s clit as I continued to pump away, increasing the pace and intensity as I felt my own pleasure building again. After a few more thrusts, I was pounding a steady rhythm as Lauren worked on Shannon’s pussy with one hand whilst continuing to pleasure herself with the other. Shannon’s cries had become one near-continuous wail, but I sensed there was even more pleasure there now thanks to Lauren’s efforts. Not that I cared.

I added my own grunts of pleasure into the mix as I continued to thrust away, gripping Shannon’s skinny thighs as I pushed them back against her chest so I could push deeper into her. I gazed down at both girls, rapt in the sight of them. Lauren was laid on her back next to Shannon, eyes closed, legs spread, one hand between her friend’s legs and the other between her own, panting and moaning with apparently genuine delight. Shannon seemed to have finally relaxed into the experience and was pushing herself onto me each time.

“Oh God, yes!” Shannon suddenly cried, her face a picture of surprise. Lauren opened her eyes, giggled, and continued to work her friend’s clit as she began to buck underneath.

“Shit!” was Shannon’s only response, followed by her jiggling and jolting underneath me as the unexpected climax coursed through her.

I paused with my thrusts, enjoying the sensations of her contracting around my cock as she cried in what was now evidently genuine pleasure, eyes screwed shut as she lost herself to orgasm. The pressure in my balls continued to build, taking me dangerously close to my own climax.

“Mr Reynolds, you made her come!” Lauren gasped, looking up at me with a passable impression of admiration. Her face was flushed with her own arousal, as she continued to work herself closer to orgasm. My gaze flitted between the two girls as Shannon squeezed my cock inside her, her climax beginning to subside. The familiar tingling started to run down my length, spreading out into my body as I gazed down on the impossible sight of two teenage girls, lost in their own pleasure, in my own bed.

That was enough to take me over the edge.

“Ungh! My turn!” I grunted, then pulled out of Shannon just as my cock started to jerk involuntarily.

The first spurt of come shot up between Shannon’s legs onto her pussy and tummy, splashing onto Lauren’s hand in the process and eliciting a cry of surprise from her. I didn’t care. Taking hold of my length, I jerked hard as the next wave of pleasure ran through me, sending a thick rope of come arcing right up over Shannon’s body before cascading down onto her chest and, just as I’d intended, managing to reach her open mouth.

“What the fuck?!” she spluttered in disbelief, wiping her face as she tried to spit out my lucky shot. My orgasm intensified at the sight of her confusion, and I sent another improbably huge load spattering down over her before turning my attention to Lauren, who had pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed, still masturbating furiously.

“Come on my tits, Mr Reynolds,” she gasped, putting one arm under her breasts and offering them up to me whilst frantically working her pussy with the other hand. I duly obliged with another load, gloriously spattering down over her body.

“Yes! Yes! Come all over me!” she cried, shuddering in what appeared to be her own climax.

The intensity of the next spasm of pleasure felt like it stopped my heart. I couldn’t breathe. Conscious thought stopped. My entire mind filled with the vision of her not-quite-pretty face looking up at me in ecstasy, batting those false eyelashes so convincingly, sounding every bit as young as she was and every bit as innocent as she definitely wasn’t. The next milky gobbet hit right between her eyes.

“No!” she panted breathlessly, already in the throes of orgasm. “My tits, not my face!”

I ignored her, and sent another load spattering down onto her nose and mouth. She screwed her eyes shut, but it was too late. She was already covered. I didn’t have as much to give as I’d had in the hallway, but it was more than enough to make a mess of her makeup. Nearly spent, I sent a couple more jerks down onto her as she bucked and writhed on her own fingers, then stood back to admire the view.

After a few seconds more of her jerking and shuddering, she withdrew her hand from between her legs and tried to wipe her eyes.

“You arsehole, you knew I didn’t want it on my face!” she laughed.

“Sorry,” I said. I don’t think I’d ever meant an apology less.

Shannon sat up, still looking dazed from her own unexpected orgasm, and laughed at Lauren ineffectively trying to wipe away my ejaculate and managing to smear her make-up all over her face.

“You are such a fucking whore,” Shannon giggled.

“Says the filthy bitch who actually fucking came, when he was doing you!” Lauren retorted.

“Yeah, and you came when he was shooting his dirty jizz all over your face, you fucking slut!”

Both girls dissolved into coke-fuelled laughter, as I stood watching, slowly detumescing and pondering how, exactly, a shittily average week had managed to end on such an epic winning streak.

Slowly, the laughter and giggling subsided into a silence that rapidly became awkward. For the girls, anyway. I was just fine.

Lauren was already looking over at the pile of cash on the bedside table.

“You want to get your cash and get out of here, that’s fine. I didn’t pay you for your stimulating post-coital conversation,” I suggested.

“You what?” Shannon said, slurring her words slightly.

“He’s telling us to fuck off now, hon,” Lauren explained, with a lightness that sounded slightly forced.

“Only if you want to, of course,” I pointed out.

“Well we ain’t gonna stay around here with a creep like you if we don’t have to, innit,” Lauren said. “Now where’s my extra fifty. I fucking worked for that.”

“Sure you did. You both did,” I grinned, as I retrieved the diminished cash roll from my discarded jeans and added the ‘tips’ to the piles of notes already on the bedside tables. I also tossed a box of Kleenex from my desk over to the girls.

“You might want to clean up a little before you head out the front door,”

I watched contentedly as they hurriedly wiped off my emissions and pulled on their bikinis, before scooping up the wads of cash.

“Bye, then,” Shannon offered. Lauren said nothing, just offering me a strange look that was somewhere between pity, disgust and, bizarrely, gratitude.

“Have a lovely evening,” I replied, as they headed for the door. “Thanks for… coming,” I called after them.

“Piss off, dickhead, you ain’t funny,” Lauren called back as they thumped down the stairs. I listened for the sound of the front door, then sat down hard on the edge of the bed.

I found myself briefly overcome with familiar emotions that I had no intention of confronting right then, or maybe ever. Fortunately, with years of practice, I was an expert in suppressing feelings that I didn’t want. Self-loathing and shame could wait until I was on my death bed, seeking forgiveness for a life of sin. I pushed such thoughts away and began to laugh instead, at the impossible, incredible, ridiculous turn of good fortune I’d just had.

Then, I remembered the laptop which had been recording everything, and started laughing even harder.

I didn’t stop for a very long time.

Act Three

Five hours later, with the party in full swing next door, I heard the unexpected sound of knocking at the front door.

I went to open it, and found Lauren looking up at me.

“Well, hello…” I started, figuring this really was my lucky day. But before I could even finish my greeting, she pushed past me and into the house. I caught a blast of cheap perfume as she brushed by.

“No, please, do come in,” I said sarcastically.

I ran my eyes over her unashamedly. The bikini was gone. She had a short, tight pink vest on, which left her midriff exposed above a pair of similarly tight red shorties. I clocked the exposed strap of a black bra underneath one of the vest’s shoulder straps, and felt a tinge of disappointment. I knew she could easily have gone braless. Still, I supposed it was more comfortable to have some support.

My eyes moved further down. Her pierced belly still looked cheap and the considerable muffin top going on with the tight shorts wasn’t exactly magazine material, but I didn’t care. She was young enough to get away with it.

“Stop staring at me, you fucking pervert. I’m here for more money, so you’d better have some for me.”

Right. Back to the old Lauren, then. Not the coked-up little whore who’d been begging me to come on her tits, just hours earlier.

“Of course,” I smiled. “I’m not as young as I used to be, but I could probably go again, if you need me to.”

“No, you sicko, I ain’t here to do that again. I ain’t ever doing that again.”

I frowned, realising what was coming next. Okay. Maybe not such a lucky day, then.

“No, this time you’re gonna pay me,” she continued. “Or else I’ll go to the police and tell ‘em you raped me and Shannon. She’ll back me up. Two against one.”

I sighed, disappointed that I wasn’t going to see her naked again. But to be honest, I’d been half expecting this turn of events. I was almost surprised it had taken her so long.

“Okay, okay. Fine. Come on through,” I said resignedly. I motioned for her to follow me into the living room, where I headed over to the four-seater dining table that I used as a makeshift desk.

“No games,” she said, looking suspiciously around the sparsely furnished room. “I want another five hundred, right now, or I’m making that call.” She held her phone out in front of herself, threateningly. She sounded confident. In control. But then she had every right to sound confident, given that she had the power to ruin my life.

At least, she thought she did, anyway.

“Sure, no games,” I agreed. “Just let me show you something first.” I sat down at the table where my laptop was already running. I tapped and clicked a few times, then swivelled it around so she could see the screen.

“What’s that?” she asked, frowning at the screen.

I reached over and pressed a key to start the video playing, then sat back to watch her reaction. It might have been a trick of the light, but her tan actually seemed to visibly fade. I couldn’t see the screen myself, but I knew exactly what she was seeing: the recorded feed from my webcam. I didn’t need to see it again. God knows I’d watched it enough times already that evening.

I turned up the volume. The quality wasn’t great, but it was clear enough. A tinny female voice intoned the incriminating words. “Well duh, that’s what we just said, innit.”

Lauren looked away from the screen, not needing to see any more. What had happened was undoubtedly morally questionable. But she was eighteen and legal. She’d entered into the agreement without coercion. Sure, it was pretty disgusting that a forty-year old man would take advantage of a young girl’s desire for cash, but it wasn’t against the law. And it certainly wasn’t rape.

“I’m pretty sure that counts as consent. Wouldn’t you say?”

She gave me a look of pure hatred in return. I held her gaze. Right then, I felt no guilt. Hell, we were each as bad as the other; me a dirty old pervert exploiting her need for cash and her a conniving little bitch hoping to extort more money from me. What happened next, however, surprised even me.

She burst into tears.

I had absolutely no idea how to react to that, so I just sat dumbly and waited for her to say something. But instead, she pulled out a chair opposite me, sat down heavily and continued sobbing. Face down, not looking at me. I had no idea if it was some kind of distracting act, or a genuine reaction to being caught out. I caught myself watching the movement of her chest in time with the sobs and realised I found the sight of her crying to be oddly arousing.

I parked that thought. Sometimes I was even sicker than I realised.

“Hey, so this makes us even, right?” I said, more to take my mind away from its perverted train of thought than to offer any comfort. “I did something morally questionable, now you’ve done the same back to me. No hard feelings.”

“You have no fucking idea,” she mumbled, between sobs.

“Oh, I think I do,” I said, feeling a prickle of annoyance at her histrionic act. “You’re a greedy little bitch, and you made some easy money off a dirty old man, then thought you could make even more by lying about what happened afterwards. Except it turns out that your little extortion trick isn’t gonna fly, and now you look kinda stupid. I get it, that’s gonna sting a bit. But hey, like I said, no hard feelings. And nobody else needs to know.”

She looked up, eyes full of tears. Her cheap mascara was already leaving black streaks down her cheeks. I was taken aback – if it was an act, she was actually quite convincing. Again, I felt the surge of arousal at her vulnerability. I knew that was a whole new level of wrong, but I couldn’t help it.

“You don’t understand. I needed that money,” she said quietly.

“Oh, come on. You wanted some big-name clothes you could pose in on Instagram and get lots of likes from hot boys. That’s how it works these days, right? Hardly a need.”

“Fuck off,” she said, loudly again and with real vitriol. “Seriously, you have no idea what is going on.”

“Really? Then why don’t you enlighten me?”

She sat, looking down, saying nothing for a long time. I had nothing better to do, so I sat watching her sob. Eventually, she looked up.

“You want the fucking truth? Fine, I’ll tell you the fucking truth. The money isn’t even for me. It’s for mum. For all of us. She’s fucking useless with finances, and she hasn’t paid the rent for the last two months. And now they’re gonna evict us again if we don’t pay.”

Well, that was unexpected.

“I… uh…” I stopped, realising I had nothing to say.

“Don’t fucking pretend you care! I got caught robbing in town yesterday and they took all the stuff I lifted. Why do you think I went along with everything earlier? I even pushed Shannon into it as well because once I knew you had that money I knew it could make everything right…” her voice tailed off and she began crying again. If it was a play for sympathy, it was nearly working.

Nearly. But like I said before, I’m not a nice person. And right then, I was beginning to realise I was a lot less nice than even I’d realised.

“You’re in a predicament, then,” I said, gently. My voice sounded slick. Greasy, like an estate agent.

“A what?” she asked, dumbly. Sniffing.

“You need more money, and you thought you could blackmail me to get it. Now, you’ve discovered you can’t. But you still need that extra cash, right?”

She nodded.

“How much more?”

“Another five hundred,” she mumbled. She actually sounded ashamed.

I sucked in air through my teeth, but I still had more than enough left in my pocket to cover that.

“That’s a lot, Lauren. But I’m sure we can work something out.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” I said, holding her gaze.

She shook her head.

“No… I ain’t doing that again.”

“Come on. Was it really that bad? You seemed to be enjoying it, at the time.”

“I was fucking pretending, innit, to get your extra fifty.”

“What, and you’re saying you can’t pretend again, for five hundred?”

I saw that flash in her eyes, again. The one I’d thought signified greed, but which now I knew was actually desperation. If I’d have been a nice person, I’d have felt sympathy.

“You’re lying,” she said, shaking her head. “You won’t pay. You’ve got that video now, so you’ll just threaten me with that instead.”

I shrugged. To be fair, that approach had indeed crossed my mind.

“That’s a chance you’ll have to take. But I was fair with you before, wasn’t I? This recording,” I said, nodding to the laptop, “was going to be for my own entertainment. Nobody else would ever have seen it, if you hadn’t come round here threatening to report me for rape.”

She looked down, as if embarrassed. She stared into her lap for what felt like a long time, and when she looked back up there was something in her eyes I hadn’t seen before: regret. Like the mask had slipped, and I was seeing her true vulnerability beneath the confident, aggressive front that was usually so convincing.

“I’m… sorry,” she whispered. She actually sounded genuine. “Please don’t show it to anyone.”

I let the moment draw out a little, wondering at the change which had come over her. It was such a sudden transformation, from the harsh, confident, aggressive young woman to a much softer, nervous, more submissive girl.

“Alright then, I won’t,” I said gently. “And I will actually pay you the five hundred you need as well. You have my word on that. All I’m asking is that you do something for me in return, like you did earlier. Although… we’d need to go a little further this time, obviously.”

I knew that what I was doing was completely, utterly, reprehensible. She was confused, upset and vulnerable. But right then, all I could see in my mind’s eye were those glorious tanned buttocks slapping wetly against my thighs. That wasn’t the sort of thing a decent, good man would have been thinking. But then, I hadn’t been a decent, good man for a long time. Maybe, never at all.

“What do you mean, further?” she asked. I was surprised she couldn’t guess.

“A little back-door action, of course.”

“No! I don’t like it up there. It hurts…” she complained, and started to cry again.

“No pain, no gain, right?” I said, softly. “But hey, it’s completely up to you. I mean, if there’s a better way of getting your hands on five hundred quid tonight, feel free to go do that instead.”

That just increased the intensity of her sobs. The tears were coming thick and fast again, but I didn’t care about that. As long as she was sitting there, she wasn’t getting up and leaving. Which meant my offer was still in contention.

I got up and fetched a box of tissues – the same one I’d given her to wipe my come off her tits in the hall before. She grabbed a couple and began dabbing at her eyes. It seemed like all the harshness, the crudeness and aggression had drained away from her. Despite what I knew of her, she actually looked strangely innocent. I found that almost unbearably arousing.

“Thanks,” she mumbled. I watched as she dabbed at her cheeks, trying to wipe off the black stains. “Have you still got the cash here?” she asked.

I felt my heart beat faster. The familiar adrenaline rush started. I nodded, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

“Of course. Why, don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I don’t. You fucking recorded what happened before,” she replied. There was a hint of the old Lauren still there, but the malice had gone from her voice.

“And you tried running off with my twenty quid earlier,” I pointed out, reasonably. “Oh, and threatened to blackmail me as well. Maybe we should forget about trust and just see this as business.”

“How can you…” she started, but her voice tailed off. I was glad she didn’t finish the question, because it was one whose answer I didn’t really want to face. How could I do this? To brazenly take advantage of a young girl and see it as nothing more than a business deal? In truth, it was simply because I was a horny old goat whose libido was capable of overriding all other emotional considerations. But she didn’t have to know that.

“So, do we have a deal, or not?” I pushed.

Time seemed to slow down, as I waited for her to respond. My heart was pounding in my chest; my breathing elevated in anticipation of her answer.

After what seemed like an age, she nodded meekly, and my heart nearly stopped. Fucking hell. Game on. Again.

“Can I use the bathroom first? Clean myself up a bit?” she asked, indicating her tear-stained face. I nearly told her not to bother – that I liked her looking like that – but I figured that wouldn’t go down too well.

“Sure. Lead on,” I said.

She got up and headed out of the living room. I followed her up the stairs. She didn’t seem bothered about me walking behind her this time. I watched the movement of her arse in the tight shorties as she ascended. Her phone was tucked into the top of them, but it didn’t detract from their fabulous shape. Christ, I was going to be feeling that supple skin beneath my hands again, in a matter of minutes. I turned my attention to her thighs, which were still young enough for there not to be a hint of cellulite. How many forty-year old blokes could get their hands on that kind of a body? Not fucking many, that was for sure. And then, only those who could afford to pay.

Walking up the stairs became more difficult as my dick went hard as a rock.

“I’ll get the cash,” I said, as we reached the top of the stairs.

I headed into my bedroom, whilst Lauren went straight into the bathroom. I retrieved my cash, counted it out onto the bedside table again, then undressed. I sat naked on the edge of the bed, listening to the sounds of the party coming from outside, desperately trying to resist touching my erection whilst I waited for her to finish.

It took her longer than I was expecting and I gave in, rubbing myself gently as the imaginary pictures of what I was about to do filled my head. When she eventually came into the bedroom, I was surprised to see her eyes still wet. I should have felt pity, then. Sympathy, even. But instead, I felt my cock still twitching in anticipation. She looked at it without disgust this time. Just resignation.

“You got any more coke?” she asked, hopefully.

I shook my head, and she sighed, deflated.

“The money’s over there,” I said, nodding to the bedside table where I’d placed the thick wad of notes.

She picked it up, and stuffed it down the back of her shorties.

“Uh, they’re coming off in a minute, so you might just want to leave it where it is.

She dutifully pulled the cash back out, along with her phone, and placed them both on the bedside table. She looked broken. Defeated. All the aggression and snark and confidence had slipped away, leaving her looking lost and alone. Had I done that to her? Maybe. That didn’t make me feel good about myself, but then I was used to that feeling. And the fact was, she looked even more alluring to my perverted mind.

Without waiting for further instruction, she tugged on the pink vest and wrestled the clingy material awkwardly over her head, revealing the black bra underneath. It was one of those push-up ones that squeezed her tits together to amplify her cleavage. It was doing a very nice job indeed.

She reached behind to unfasten it.

“Wait, leave that a moment. Shorts next.”

She grabbed the tight material of the shorties either side and began to peel them down her thighs. As she bent over towards me, I got a briefly delightful view down her bra, before her long hair fell down in front of her and obscured it. She kicked off her sneakers and stepped awkwardly out of the shorties, then stood in front of me in just her black bra and a skimpy black thong, saying nothing.

“Turn round. Let me see your arse again.”

Obediently, she turned to face the wall. My eyes traced the line of black material as it disappeared between her fabulous butt cheeks. She shifted on her feet slightly, and her arse moved alluringly. It was all I could do right then to stop myself from throwing her on the bed and getting my cock right up her tight little brown hole.

Instead, I stood up and started stroking myself harder. She glanced behind her briefly, then looked away hurriedly when she saw me. I knew I wasn’t an appealing sight for her. Something – some last vestige of my self-esteem perhaps – felt an unexpected tinge of sadness at that, but I pushed that thought away. It didn’t matter whether she found me attractive or not. The exchange of money saw to that.

Breathing hard, I reached out and ran my hand gently down her body, feeling the tiny fuzz of blonde hair which covered the small of her back, with its curlicued cliché of a tattoo. She flinched at my initial touch, then appeared to steel herself. I gently held each side of her tummy, feeling the delicious softness of her skin, the layer of excess fat yielding to my touch. I remembered earlier, how it felt to grip her harder, to pull her back towards me so I could thrust into her. I resisted the urge to do again, right then. I wanted to make the whole experience last, so I could savour every moment.

Careful not to allow my raging hard cock to make contact with her, I ran each hand slowly down to her hips, gripped either side of her black thong and peeled it down a short way, just so it clung underneath her butt. She didn’t protest; she was utterly compliant.

“Wow. That looks amazing. You look amazing.” I wasn’t even lying, right then. Her rear was perfectly smooth – no spots or crinkles, and with just the hint of a bikini tan line that wasn’t enough to detract from the gorgeous curves.

I continued to stroke myself gently with one hand, using the other to gently massage the soft flesh in front of me. She was staring straight at the wall in front of her, and I could feel the tension in her body as my hands gently explored her curves, although I forced myself to stay away from her intimate areas. I pulled again on the thong, tugging it down far enough to be released from between her legs so it dropped to the floor.

“Lose the bra,” I instructed.

She reached up and undid the clasp, then shrugged herself out of it. With her blonde hair cascading down her tanned back, and that gorgeous butt now fully on show, she really did look fucking hot.

“Look at me,”

She glanced back over her shoulder, then turned away again as I moved in closer, nuzzling her shoulder. She leaned away from me, trying to escape my hot breath on her skin. I caught the smell of perfume and cigarette smoke in her hair.

“Are they going to miss you, at the party?”

She shrugged. “Dunno. I never said where I was going.”

“Shannon?”

She shook her head. “She doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Why not? I’d have thought she’d be up for a little blackmail?”

She looked down, guiltily, and said nothing. I realised why she’d come alone.

“Of course,” I continued. “You didn’t want to share the proceeds, right?”

She gave a tiny nod.

“Okay, well, time for you to get earning that cash, then. Get yourself ready,” I instructed.

She headed over to the bed whilst I went to my bedside cupboard and retrieved a small bottle of lubricant. I squirted some out and slathered it over my length, as Lauren got herself into position on all fours, waiting for me nervously. Was this really the same girl who’d brazenly climbed into my garden and verbally abused me? Who’d snorted coke and got off with her friend in front of me? Who’d pretended to be a porn slut just to earn another fifty quid? Who’d confidently marched into my house and threatened to ruin my life? It seemed impossible, yet there she was, kneeling obediently on my bed, stripped naked and ready for me to do whatever I pleased with her body.

I really had broken her. The thrill that gave me was almost unimaginable in its intensity.

I approached her from behind, taking in that glorious view. She had her head down, staring at my grubby bedlinen whilst she presented her rear to me. She sniffed, and a tear dripped onto the sheet below, leaving a black splatter from her mascara. It couldn’t have been any clearer that she didn’t want what was coming next. I didn’t care. That’s why I was paying her.

I slipped a finger down the crack of her arse, searching out for her sweet, tight little rear hole, then pressed the end of my finger firmly against it. Not pushing in, just letting her know what was coming. I felt her whole body go rigid. This wasn’t going to be easy. For her, anyway.

I squirted a bit more lube onto my hands. Covering my middle finger in the oily liquid, I slipped it down again and began gently probing further. The slick lubricant allowed me to easily insert my digit – first an inch, then two. I wormed it around gently, feeling her tense up as I did so. I explored further, pushing against the tight walls inside, preparing her for what was to come.

“Do you want to feel my cock in there?” I asked, slipping my finger out.

“Yes, Mr Reynolds.” She knew the act, already. But I could feel her shaking beneath my touch, and there were more black spots on the sheet beneath her face, now.

“Say it, then,” I commanded.

“I want your cock in my arse,” she said, flatly but louder. It would have been more convincing if she hadn’t been crying. Although of course, that just added to my arousal.

I began to manoeuvre myself into position. For a brief moment, some last remnant of my conscience tugged at me. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. Maybe I should just let her go back to her party. Maybe I should just give her the cash anyway, to redeem myself before it was too late.

Right. Like that was going to happen. But still, I felt compelled to give her one last chance to pull out.

“Lauren, we don’t have to do this,” I said, reluctantly.

She looked back over her shoulder at me, sniffing. The streaks of black were running down her cheeks again. She looked so much younger, all messed up like that, and somehow it made her prettier than when she was all dolled up to perfection. My heart beat faster in response, stirring up feelings of real attraction that I had to push back down. She was just a little slut I was going to fuck for money. Nothing more.

“Yes, we fucking do,” she replied. The words themselves were angry, but her voice was dull and emotionless. “I told you, I need the money. Mum’s blown our last cash taking the others away for the weekend, cos she knows the council will find us a bedsit. But I don’t want another fucking bedsit. I like it here…”

She turned away and started sobbing again. In her mind, she was in an impossible situation. I knew it wasn’t impossible at all. It was one I had the power to fix, if I chose to do the right thing. But I couldn’t help it. I stared at those gorgeous, pendulous tits, rippling gently beneath her as she cried. I gorged my eyes on that glorious, sweet butt just swaying there in front me, ready for the taking. And I knew with absolute certainty that the right thing was never going to be my choice to make.

“Lauren…” I started, although I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. I was a very bad man, and I was going to do a very bad thing. Words weren’t going to change that.

“Please, just get it done,” she interrupted, dropping her head back down and pushing that delectable bottom up a little further towards me.

Fuck it. That was enough consent for me. Before any more second-thoughts could get a foothold in my conscience, I gently parted her buttocks and pushed the end of my cock against the dark-rimmed hole between. The slickness of the lube meant a gentle pressure was all that was needed to start stretching that tight entrance around the head of my dick. It felt delicious. Even tighter than her front hole. I pushed harder and she squirmed, gasping out in surprise and pain.

I felt her clench around me. It felt glorious, but I knew for her it would have hurt. I withdrew a little before pushing back inside, prompting another clench of resistance from her.

“Oww!” Lauren cried, squirming underneath me.

“Don’t fight it,” I instructed and thrust once more. This time, she managed to keep her muscles relaxed, but I could tell she wasn’t going to enjoy it. Not many girls did, in my experience. In fact, there was only one I’d ever met who actually claimed to like it up the bum. Some girl I’d picked up outside a club in Colchester, years before. She’d been messed up in the head anyway.

I withdrew to squirt a final dose of lube onto my cock, then slipped back inside, pushing further in this time. The constriction of her muscles around my length felt impossibly divine. I began inching further up inside, pulling her hips back until I’d sunk my entire length into her. I held myself there, the heat and the slickness wrapped so tightly around me that even the slightest movement sent the most delightful tingles of pleasure cascading up and down my cock.

Ever so gently, I began to rock myself back and forth inside her. Incredibly, my balls were already starting to tighten in anticipation, despite having emptied themselves twice already that day. I’d forgotten just how intense the sensations were, going in the back way. It had been a while since I’d persuaded anyone to let me do it.

“Ungh!” Lauren grunted, as I thrust inside her a little harder. It was an expression of pain. I felt another spasm clench around me, and gasped out loud myself. That was an expression of pleasure.

“It hurts,” she complained, through gritted teeth.

“So does losing another five hundred quid, so I’d call us even,” I pointed out. “Stop tensing up, that makes it worse.”

I felt her try to relax and I slowly began to increase my movements, but she could only last for a handful of thrusts before clenching again when I hit a new spot inside her. I kept going, until finally we established a rhythm that resulted in a continual stream of tingling pleasure running up from my cock and balls throughout my entire body, matched by a continual sequence of squeaks and moans from Lauren which were gradually sounding less pained as her muscles started to accept what they were being asked to do. I was, quite literally, in ecstasy as I gazed down on her, watching her tight little sphincter sliding up and down my length, her butt cheeks wobbling as my thighs pressed against them, her beautiful tits swinging gently beneath her. What a fucking body. Give me a bit of fleshy curve over skin and bone any day.

With such a fabulous view and such intense sensations, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer than a couple of minutes. But I knew there was an even better view I could have. I wanted to see that delicious little pussy spread in front of me. And I wanted to see the look on her face as I fucked her in the arse. I wanted to look her right in her eyes when it was time to shoot my load up inside her.

I slowed my pace then very carefully withdrew myself from her, leaving her stretched rear hole gaping up at me.

“Turn over,” I commanded.

She obeyed my instruction, wriggling around so she was lying on her back. I lifted her legs up, folding them back onto her so that both her holes were presented to me. My cock was still slick with lube, and it didn’t take much effort to push myself back into her rear again. I watched intently, as her face screwed up in discomfort, but she didn’t cry out this time. I figured she was getting used to the feeling. She sniffed and wiped her eyes, smearing more makeup over her face, then looked right up at me. Shit! She looked so fucking cute like that, I felt another stirring of affection. I almost wanted to comfort her. Almost.

I reached down and began toying her clit with my thumb as I began to work up a rhythm again, slower this time so I could last a while longer. Gently, I worked a finger up inside that beautiful, neat, tight little pussy. I forced myself to look away from the beautiful sight of both her holes being violated, so I could seek out any sign of pleasure in her face. Her eyes were still filled with tears, but she bit her lip and looked up at me.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Mmmngh,” was the reply. But I swear she actually nodded.

I kept going until she was wet enough to slip another finger up inside. I didn’t care about pleasuring her, I just wanted the delicious sensations of feeling my fingers inside her. Even so, I felt her begin to respond, just a little, to what I was doing. She groaned again, but she started pushing back harder, so I could get further up inside her and my thumb could press more firmly on the hot nub of her clit. We kept going like that for a while, as unbelievably her pained groans transformed into pants and whimpers of apparent pleasure.

“You dirty little bitch, you’re actually enjoying it now, aren’t you?” I laughed, pausing for a moment and gazing down on her.

“Mmm, don’t stop!” she whispered, as if to herself.

“Yep, pure fucking filth!” I confirmed.

She looked away, closing her eyes. Each time I pushed my cock into her arse, my fingers could feel it through the slick wall of her pussy. I quested further inside her, my fingertips seeking out that special girl spot. I kept at it, not really caring whether I was successful but enjoying the heat and wetness clamped around me.

“Yes!” she cried, suddenly. Yeah. I’d found it.

I ground away with my thumb and fingers, just easing myself in and out of her rear so I could focus my attention on the beautiful sensations of her wet pussy on my fingers. I didn’t go faster, or harder – I just kept the same rhythm and intensity that had elicited her first cry.

“Yesss, mmm! Yesss!” she whimpered, writhing beneath my hand and actually pushing herself up harder onto my cock. She kept her eyes closed and I let her dictate the pace, savouring the beautiful sights and sensations. Although I didn’t get to savour them for long.

“Fuck!” she gasped, after an improbably short time. I felt her clench every muscle around me, before bucking violently as what was apparently the beginning of an intense climax gripped her. Her eyes were still shut tight, presumably lost in whatever fantasy she’d managed to escape into. I didn’t care, given that I was still the one fucking her arse right then. My fingers were covered in her juices, and it was all I could do to keep my cock inside her rear as she shuddered and jerked in the throes of what was surely the most unexpected orgasm she’d ever had.

It was over almost as quickly as it had begun. Her eyes opened, she looked at me blearily, clearly not quite believing what had happened herself.

“You lying little cow,” I laughed, starting to get back in my stride. “I’m paying for this, and it turns out you fucking love it up the bum, after all!”

She looked away, clearly not wanting to meet my eye. Maybe she just didn’t like being reminded that she was whoring her arse out to a dirty old pervert. Not that I was bothered, either way. It was my turn now.

I began to thrust into her more powerfully, not caring if I hurt her. She’d had hers, and I was going to get mine. For five hundred quid I fucking deserved it. She went slack underneath me, finally letting me pound her arse as hard as I needed to. I didn’t know whether that was because she’d gained control of her muscles, or they’d finally given out on her. Either way, she just lay there like a rag doll; expressionless other than an occasional grimace which served as a useful confirmation that she was still in the land of the living and hadn’t just expired on me.

Yeah, I’ll admit it. I liked her like that. Utterly compliant, to do with as I pleased. My own personal fuck doll, to be used and abused. I thrust harder, faster, not holding back at all now. It didn’t take long for me to get where I needed to be.

“Oh fuck, yes!” I gasped, feeling the wave of pleasure start to build.

“Please, Mr Reynolds, don’t come in me!” she said, suddenly coming alive again.

“Eh?” I panted, confused. “Not like you’re gonna get pregnant, is it?”

“No, please… I just don’t want it inside me,” she said, biting her lip as her eyes filled with tears again. What the hell that was about, I didn’t know, but I kept thrusting away, nearly at the point of no return. If she thought crying was going to stop me, she was sadly mistaken. If she didn’t want me to unload inside her, she was going to have to beg.

“Where do you want it then? Tell me where you want it,” I demanded.

“I… don’t know,” she sniffed.

“Yeah, you do. You want it all over your face again, don’t you? Like the fucking dirty slag you are.” The pressure was building harder in my balls, but I wanted to hear her beg before I came.

She said nothing, just nodded up at me meekly, wiping her eyes.

“I can’t hear you,” I complained, breathlessly. I was nearly there.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mr Reynolds.”

“Say it, then! Say you’re a dirty slag. Say you want me to come on your face. Beg me!” The tingling was already starting, brought on even quicker by her tears.

“Please, Mr Reynolds. I’m a dirty slag. Please come on my face.” She was trying to do her breathy little-girl voice again, but she was crying again which made it utterly unconvincing. Although to my sick mind, that made it even fucking hotter.

“Nope, I think I wanna come inside your sweet little butt instead. So fucking hot, so fucking tight…” I grinned down at her, feeling my balls tightening in readiness.

“No! Please, Mr Reynolds. I really don’t want you to…” she sobbed.

“Say it then! Tell me you’re a slut and you want it all over your face!”

“Yes, I’m a filthy little cum slut and I want it all over my face! Please…” she pleaded, her voice cracking in desperation. I still needed more than that, though.

“Fucking beg! Say it like you fucking mean it!” I commanded, feeling my cock begin to jerk as I prepared to unload for a third time that day. Maybe she felt it. Maybe she recognised that I didn’t care; that I really was going to shoot my load right up inside her tight little tunnel if she didn’t beg me hard enough. Whatever, something inside her seemed to give way again. The tears were streaming down her face again, but she somehow managed to pour her heart and soul into one last all-out effort to avoid getting her arse filled with my jizz.

“Please, Mr Reynolds,” she breathed huskily, blinking the tears away and looking right into my eyes. “Please, come on me! I want to see you shoot your load over me. I’m such a little slut, I want it so much!” Grabbing her breasts, she pushed them together in readiness for me. “I want you to shoot all over my tits, I want it on my pussy, on my face… I just want your fucking come all over me! Pleeease!”

She got there in the end, but it had taken her too long.

“Too late,” I gasped, and shot my first little spurt right up inside her.

Feeling my cock jerking inside her, she tried to wriggle backwards off me, but I grabbed her legs and held her firm as I lost myself to the first waves of orgasm.

“Uuungh!” I cried, as cascading spasms of ecstasy crashed through my body, my cock pumping another stream of come inside her slick little tunnel, the pleasure perversely heightened beyond measure by the knowledge that she didn’t want me to.

“Nooo!” she wailed, as I fired another load into her, then another. I’d stopped breathing, the pleasure was so intense. The feeling of her furnace-hot rear hole clenched around my length as I ejaculated was nearly enough for me to pass out. Gazing down on her tear-stained face, screwed up in horror as I filled her anal passageway with every last drop my balls could manage, I could feel my heart ready to burst such was the arousal I felt.

Time slowed to a crawl as every nerve in my body fizzed with ecstasy. I vowed to burn the sight before me into my brain forever; the image of Lauren’s glorious teenage body spread beneath me, wriggling and writhing against me, powerless as I forced myself into her. I felt godlike, omnipotent, like there was nothing I couldn’t do and nobody I couldn’t do it to. The pathetic reality of my existence was, just for those few glorious moments, utterly erased. I didn’t care if I never had sex again. I didn’t care if she reported me for rape and I went to prison. I didn’t care if she told her dad, whoever he was, and he beat the living shit out of me. None of that mattered one bit because right then my cock was exploding into her tight little butt and I was locked into the most gargantuan, overwhelming climax I’d ever experienced in my entire fucking life.

Finally, I breathed again as I spent my last. I collapsed onto her, feeling those magnificent breasts crushed up to my chest and just lay there, head spinning, with the realisation slowly dawning that I’d crossed a line I’d never fully crossed before and I didn’t fucking care.

“Are we done, now?” she asked, sniffing and wiping her face again.

I reached down to gradually ease my softening length out from her arse. My come ran freely out from inside her.

“Yeah. I’d say I got my money’s worth,” I said, standing up and looking down with satisfaction at her ravaged, leaking anus. I reached for the tissues and handed her a wad to wipe herself.

“Did you like it even more when I was crying?” she whispered, not meeting my eye.

“Hey, it was new. I mean, I’ve never fucked a girl in tears before,” I lied. “I don’t know why you were so bothered about me getting my cream pie, anyway,”

She gave me a look of world-weary sadness that belied her age, then sighed.

“Just bad memories. You’d never understand.” She started dabbing the tissues between her legs. It looked like she was about to say something else, but her phone pinged on the bedside table.

“Shit,” she said, checking the screen. “I need to get back. Shannon and the others will want to know what I’ve been doing.”

“Well, you can tell them all about how I paid you another five hundred quid, and how you actually came when I was doing you up the arse.”

“Fuck off. I was pretending again, innit, to try to make you finish quicker.”

I shrugged, feeling pretty certain she was lying about that. Not that I really cared if she wasn’t.

She sat up, and started pulling on her discarded clothes. I watched every movement of her body, savouring the time I had left with her. Once dressed, she scooped up the cash from the bedside table and shoved it down the back of her shorties. I had a vision of my come still leaking out of her, soiling the notes.

“See. We both got what we wanted, in the end,” I pointed out.

“Wanted? Right. Like I wanted some disgusting old pervert to basically rape my arse for money. I had no choice, remember?”

“Don’t knock it. It was a useful business arrangement. One we could repeat sometime, now I know you’re up for it,” I suggested. “I mean, you’re Mum’s a fucking deadbeat so you’re always going to be in need of cash, and… well, I’m never going to say no to a bit of action, right? Quid pro quo, and all that. Just see it as helping each other out.”

She stared at me for a long time, liked she couldn’t quite believe what I was saying. Her lip puckered, and her eyes filled with tears once more.

“I’m not a fucking whore!” she sniffed, looking down.

“Says the girl who’s just made over a thousand quid today, just for letting the disgusting old pervert next door have sex with her. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. That’s fucking high class money. So, what do you say? Next time I get lucky on the horses, should I let you know?”

She wiped at her eyes ineffectively, but the tears weren’t enough to obscure her glare. It was understandable, in the circumstances. It was the look of pure hatred.

“Simple question, Lauren. Yes, or no?” I pressed.

“Seriously, you really are a cunt, you know that?” she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

“Yep,” I nodded. I could hardly argue that point.

“Fuck you,” she blurted with a sniff, shoving her phone angrily into her shorties. Then she stormed out and slammed the bedroom door behind her.

I sat back down on the bed, listening to her thump down the stairs and out through the front door. I wasn’t upset by her histrionics. Far from it. We might not have parted on good terms. She might have called me the worst word she could think of. She might have been in denial about her status as a bona fide prostitute. All in all, it wasn’t going to go down as the most positive of responses to my suggestion of future dalliances. But that wasn’t going to stop another smile from forming on my lips, because I knew none of that mattered.

What did matter, as always, was that I was still in the game. Because amidst all her bluster and profanity and tears, one little thing stood out in my gambler’s mind.

She hadn’t actually said no.