Chapter 1: The boardroom

The handsome tall man, dressed in immaculate designer suit, stood in front of the window. His back turned to the conference table, he looked over the skyline of the city.
His staff sat patiently and quietly. Only Harry, the personal secretary of the CEO, was scribbling notes on a pad. The man was speaking, slowly, thoughtfully.

"Dear mister Meyer.
If anyone understands the attraction of beautiful women, it is me. It is like a force of nature, almost impossible to resist. I will never judge any man for succumbing to that desire.
But for a man in your position, discretion is of course key. And, to my regret, I must bring to your attention that you were recently photographed during an extramarital affair. In case you have forgotten, I will include a few samples of the pictures to jog your memory.
I can assure you that I would hate to see these photographs come to light. I have already used some of the resources of my company on your behalf. As you may have noticed, I have so far managed to prevent publication of these pictures. And we are in fact already close to tracking down the source.
But our resources are not infinite, and it's hard to justify using more of them on your behalf. So I would like to make you a proposal. You are of course aware of the upcoming vote over the sale of the Hyland building to Globalbank. One of our customers happens to have an interest in that vote failing, and have promised us a nice payout should that happen. You, however, have recently declared an intention to vote in favor. That would make the deal pass.
Please understand that it pains me to say this, but the only way for us to invest more resources in the protection of your image as a loyal husband is to get the payment from said customer. So it is really your own vote in the council meeting next week that determines your own fate now. If you change your vote to a no, then I can guarantee you that we will track down the owner of the photographs, and make sure that they disappear.
But if you vote yes, dot dot dot, well, let's just say that in that case I can only hope that these pictures are not released. The internet tends to spread fast and have long memory.
Please confirm your cooperation by publicly announcing your changed intention to vote. The sooner we can free up more resources on your behalf, the lower the risk of these pictures leaking.
Trusting in your cooperation,
Sincerely,
Trevor Black, CEO, T.B. Mail, Inc."

The man turned back to overlook the conference table. He saw Harry jot down the last words.
His tone and speed of talk changed. He was now all business man, used to his orders being followed to the letter.
"Send through all the usual layers of security. Use his personal mail, his business mail is read by his secretary. His wife never looks at his personal mail. Send it between 7 and 8 tonight, he usually checks mail after dinner, while she watches television, so she won't see his initial reaction. Oh, and do not include all pictures yet, save a few of the more explicit. I fear that Meyer might take a few extra nudges before he budges."

The secretary closed his notepad and left the room. The tall man took his place at the head of the table and looked over his staff. He had no notes, no papers, nothing. He didn't need them.
"Marina, how are we doing with the Moran case?"
The tall woman to his left responded.
"We'll probably close tonight. Lorinda is on her way to the hotel right now, and the recording equipment is all set up."
"Ah, so that's why she's not here now. Good."

He turned to his next employee.
"Stephan, update on the Norman file?"
"Reconnaissance ongoing, mister Black. Norman is definitely a closet gay. We are narrowing down his preferences. He seems to have a thing for sturdy red-haired men."
"That's unfortunate. We have nobody on staff who fits that bill."
"Yes, we do. George is on the case. We're still tracking his movement patterns to set up a good time and place for a first encounter."
"George? I thought George is straight?"
"He is, but he has hinted being bi-curious. And when I talked about Norman, he volunteered. He said, if I'm ever going to suck a dick, then it'll be this man's."
Mister Black chuckled. "Yeah, I've seen the pictures. Norman does look good."
He didn't doubt that George would pull through. He's been with the company for a few years already and knows the ropes. Once he accepts a mission, he won't back out.
"Once the mission is over, make sure to ask George if he's open for more gay assignments, or whether he prefers to remain a pure straight field worker."

Chapter 2: The Bradshaw case

Mister Black went over a few more files with his senior staff, gave some hints and ideas. And then, with a concerned look on his face, turned to the man on his right hand side.
"Okay, finally. Arvin. Still no progress with Bradshaw?"
"No, mister Black. He's a tough nut to crack. Isabell has given back her assignment as well now."
"Hmmm. That's four of our female and two of our male staff already, right? If this were not such a high paying contract, I'd have given up already."
Stephan raised his hand. "Mister Black, should we consider using different techniques than our usual means? I have a few friends who are tattooed all over and very big. I am sure they can..."
Mister Black almost exploded. "How many times do I have to repeat this? We are NOT a criminal organization. We seduce and entice people to give in to the desires they have and then confront them with the consequences. But we do not use force or violence or threats."
"I'm sorry, mister Black."

But mister Black quickly calmed.
"It's okay. You're trying to help, I get that. And you are fairly new. But those moral standards are very important for me, for this company, otherwise we'll land on a very slippery slope."
He then turned back to Arvin.
"So, any new ideas?"
"Well, ... not really. But after going over all the surveillance footage we have, I now think I understand. But you really need to see this for yourself. Permission to show video?"

Mister Black hated all technology in his boardroom, but this time he nodded. Arvin pushed a button and a video screen emerged from the ceiling.
The video showed surveillance footage of the target. Mister Bradshaw. A man in his early thirties who looked like he might actually be attractive is he'd a bit spent more time in the gym and a bit less time in the bar.
Most footage was shot as he was walking, some as he was driving. Every time he turned his head, the frame would freeze, zoom in on his face, then zoom out and back in on where he appeared to be looking.
Everyone in the room silently watched. The video lasted perhaps five minutes. Everyone in the room knew that this is just a fragment of the footage they had. Arvin had chosen these fragments to show his point.

"So ... did you see what I saw?" Arvin asked.
The room remained silent.
Finally Marina spoke, slowly, thoughtfully.
"I saw our target look at women of all ages, all appearances. And men too. Not as many, but still. And I saw a few where there were no objects in his line of sight, so he was probably looking at scenery or so. I don't get what you are trying to show us."
But mister Black looked thoughtful. "If you are saying what I think you are saying ..."
Arvin looked and waited but mister Black didn't finish his sentence.
So finally Arvin did. "I'm saying that I think our target is into kids."

The room fell silent. Arvin pushed another button and the same video played again. But this time, whenever the gaze of the mister Bradshaw was followed, an arrow or box pointed out that a child was in his gaze. Every time a girl. Every one of them with long, blond hair. Every one of them appearing to be around 10 years of age.

Chapter 3: Out of the box

Mister Black cleared his throat.
"Well, that explains our lack of success. Send a note to the research department. I don't blame them for not catching it but we should learn from this. We could have spared a lot of effort if we had seen this sooner."
Gayle raised his hand.
"Yes, Gayle?"
"Does this mean we have to drop this case?"
"Well, we can still set an investigator on Bradshaw. Now that we know what we are looking for, we may find some incriminating evidence of past missteps. But if not ... Our footage is not incriminating enough, and if he has been careful so far, we can't just wait to see if he ever lowers his guard. So yes, I'm afraid we'll have to inform the client that this target is immune to our MO."

Mister Black dismissed the meeting with a simple hand gesture. People stood up and left the boardroom. Only one young woman lingered.
"Yes, Aubree?"
"Sir, I was browsing the internet the other day, looking for obscure fetishes ..."
"Yes, I remember giving you that assignment."
"Yes. And I found a reference to a study that, after it was published, was quickly pulled. Not because it was wrong, but because it was considered too taboo to be public knowledge."
"So?"
"The study was into underage children with high sexual desire. A scientist had discovered that a small percentage of children develop sexual desires at a very young age. His research into a rather large sample of test subjects confirmed this to be true. He then argued that this might provide a way to help people with pedophile desires, and I think that is what got his research blacklisted."

Mister Black sat quiet for a long time. Aubree patiently waited. She knew better than to rush her boss into a decision when he was thinking.
Finally, mister Black spoke.
"So your idea is to find one of those sexually advanced children and use her to seduce Bradshaw? I must admit that the sheer thought horrifies me. But I have to think about the business too. We invested a lot in Bradshaw. Returning the case would be a major setback."
He sighed.
"But do you have any ideas on how to find such children?"
"Actually, there happens to be a girl in my neighborhood. I've heard people talk about her. She apparently has been bothering boys, and is constantly flashing her panties to men. If she wears panties at all. I guess I could chat with her, try to find out what drives her."

Mister Black went silent again. He took his time before reaching a decision.
"Okay, Permission granted to contact the girl. Don't push her. If your hunch is wrong, it's wrong. Oh, and be very careful when contacting her, make sure not to get into any trouble."
Aubree nodded her head, then turned to leave the boardroom.
"Oh, one more thing," mister Black interrupted her, "I want to talk to the child myself, after you have verified her. Before anything else happens."
"Of course, mister Black."

Aubree closed the door behind her. Mister Black remained silently in his seat for a long time. And then he spoke, knowing his secretary would be listening.
"Harry, please contact our lawyer to see how to minimize the risks to the company, should we go ahead with the plan."

He sighed, and buried his head in his hands.
"What monster am I, for even considering this?"

Chapter 4: The interview

Mister Black was seated in one of the low chairs in the reception room. A short knock on the door, and then Aubree entered, accompanied by a young girl. She had shoulder length, wavy black hair. Her eyes were blue, her skin tanned. She was wearing a short yellow tank top that left her midriff exposed, and beneath that a short blue skirt.

Mister Black stood up and extended his hand.
"Hello young lady. You must be Lexi? Welcome, thanks for coming. I am mister Black."
"I know, miss Aubree told me. Hello mister Black."
She shook his hand. Her hand felt a bit sweaty. Mister Black studied her face. He saw a mixture of apprehension and excitement.
"Let's sit down. Do you want something to drink?"
Harry entered, holding a tray with glasses and various sodas. Lexi selected a coke. Aubree and mister Black both took a glass of water.
As Harry left the room and closed the door, mister Black returned to his seat. Aubree and Lexi sat themselves down on the couch opposite him.

"Lexi, do you who we are? Has Aubree explained what we do?"
"Yes, sir. Miss Aubree told me that you try to find someone's perfect person to do sex games with, and then send that person to them so they can play sex games. And then you make pictures of that and they have to do something to get the pictures."
"Yes, that about sums it up. And has she also told you why you are here?"
"She said that you found someone who wants to play with young girls like me. And you want me to play with him, so you can make photos while we have fun."
"Yes. And now I want you to be totally honest, Lexi. I want to know if you want to do this for yourself. Not for Aubree. Not for me. Not for anyone else. Just for you."
She nodded her head vigorously.
"Oh, yes. Yes, mister Black. My parents are always shouting at me when I try to play doctor with the older boys in the neighborhood. Or when I sit like this."
She crossed her legs, and now mister Black could see that she was not wearing panties. He was given a direct view of her totally hairless underage pussy.
"I want to do sex things. I really do. But everyone always says that I am too young. That I have to wait. I don't want to wait!"

Mister Black had tried to prepare for something like this to happen. And yet, it still took him by surprise. He shuddered. But he did manage to suppress his instinct to look away, or to tell the child to cover up.
"Please, mister Black, what do I have to do to get this job? This is an audition, right? Do you want me to ..."
While she was talking she started to lift her tank top over her head. Mister Black saw her flat chest, decorated with two pointy nipples.
"No, Lexi, no. Keep it on please. This is not an audition. I just wanted to ask you some questions."
Lexi lowered her tank top again. Her face showed disappointment.
Aubree noticed this. She leaned in and whispered in Lexi's ear.
"Remember what I told you earlier, that all people want different things? Most adults want to do sex games with people of their own age, not with children."
Aubree of course was also well aware that mister Black was very strict about never doing anything with his staff. Too much risk of problems in the future. But that would be much harder to explain to Lexi so she left out that part.

Mister Black had reached his decision.
"Okay, Lexi. You have convinced me that you really want this. We can do this. You will have to wear a wig, the man we want you to play with really likes blond girls. We have a good wigmaker here, she will take care of that."
"A blond wig? Cool!"
"And I will ask some of the women of my staff to teach you some tricks on how to seduce a man, in a way that is more subtle that what you are doing right now."
He pointed at her crotch, where Lexi was now openly massaging her own clit.
"Oh, sorry," she retracted her hand, "that was not even to seduce you. Not after miss Aubree explained that you don't like sex games with little girls. I was just getting excited. Sorry."
Mister Black didn't want to acknowledge it, but he was very relieved that she had stopped fingering herself. The sight of a preteen being that openly sexual was very disturbing.

"Oh, and one more thing. We must make sure, when you go out and meet mister Bradshaw, that we have people nearby to interrupt him and rescue you if he goes too far."
"Interrupt? Rescue? Too far? What do you mean?"
"Well, what if for instance he wants to put his penis inside your vagina? You are not strong enough to stop him!"
Her eyes went wide with excitement.
"Oh, do you really think he will do that, mister Black? Will he actually put it in me?"
She jumped up from the couch, jumped on mister Black's lap, and hugged him.
"That would be so good! Please do not interrupt him when that happens. I want that. I want that so much!"

Mister Black swallowed heavily. All his preparation had not readied him for this. Not for a ten year old that actually didn't want to be rescued from a child molester. And also not for a ten year old planting her naked cunny on his lap.
He fought back his desire to push the girl away. He kept telling himself that this was a normal response for a 10 year old who just was given a fantastic present. And that, apparently, this girl considered the idea of being statutory raped a fantastic present.

"I don't know if he'll want to do that. Honestly, I really don't understand what he wants. But if you don't want us to prevent that if it happens, then we won't. I was using it as an example. We will discuss other options later. Point is, we just want to make sure you are safe, okay?"
"Okay, mister Black. Thanks!"
She pecked him on the lips, then got off his lap. Mister Black noticed that a wet smear remained on his pants.
"Miss Aubree will show you around and introduce you to the people who will help you get ready, okay? Thanks, Lexi. It was nice meeting you."
Aubree got up and took Lexi by the hand.
"Oh, and Aubree. Well done!"
Aubree knew how scarce compliments from mister Black are. She smiled as she left the room.

Harry entered the room and handed mister Black a new pair of trousers.
"Thanks, Harry. Thoughtful as ever. Do you think we are doing the right thing?"
"Well, from what I saw, the girl is more eager than any of our other staff. I can't see how it would harm her, as long as we ensure that there's people nearby to protect her if Bradshaw would get violent."
"Our research shows no violent tendency at all."
"No, but we should still make sure to protect her. In case he wants to get rid of the evidence. Or just wants to go too rough."
"Of course. But I still have one concern. Our other staff know what they are doing. They know that photos of them with our targets might get leaked. She doesn't. And it would probably ruin her life. That's still a concern. What if Bradshaw doesn't give in?"
Harry chuckled.
"Oh, come on, Trevor. You know Bradshaw's position in society as well as I do. And you know that our customer's demands will cost his company less than a hundred million. A fraction of their yearly turnover. And it's not even a decision he'd have trouble defending to the shareholders. Do you really think he would risk leaking pictures that out him as a pedophile and a child molester?"
Mister Black nodded, slowly.
"I guess you are right, Harry. Thanks. Still, all this does leave me with a bad taste in my mouth."

Harry sighed as he opened a closet, took two glasses, and poured some aged scotch in them.
"Me too, Trevor. Me too."
Trevor Black raised the glass Harry handed him.
"Then let's wash down the bad taste together, Harry. Cheers."

Chapter 5: The wheels of the bus

Gordon Bradshaw got on the bus. His usual Friday afternoon ride back home, after visiting his mother. He found an empty spot in the back.

Two stops later a cute little girl entered. Gordon tried to hide his glances. She was exactly his type. Slender, tanned, long blond hairs. She was dressed in a pink T-shirt that clung to her body like a second skin, showing off her perfectly flat chest. It was decorated with a print of a teddy bear, in black lines.
Below that was a white plain skirt, extending to halfway between her knees and her hips. Her tanned legs looked smooth and soft.

Gordon praised himself lucky when, after looking around for a free seat, she chose the seat opposite his. She dropped herself down on it, pulled her phone out of her handbag, and disappeared into the screen.
Gordon was unable to keep his eyes off this beauty. Her blue eyes matched perfectly with her long blond curls. Her chest was so adorably flat. The skin on her arms and legs looked so soft.

The girl was so totally engrossed by her phone that she didn't even notice when she absentmindedly pulled up one leg. But Gordon did. With one foot placed on the seat of the chair, the other leg dangling down, her skirt rode up and Gordon was now able to see her underwear.
As she continued to play whatever game she was playing on her phone, Gordon studied her beauty as much as he could, while trying to hide his glances. He noticed that her knickers were plain white, with a drawing of a fruit right where her mound is. It was a cherry.
"Good God," he thought, "do parents even think when they dress their little angels?"
He looked further. As she adjusted her position a bit he got an even better view He saw the bare skin on her inner thighs, right up to where the cotton of her panties began. And he saw what appeared to be a hint of a camel toe.

Suddenly the girl lowered her phone, and Gordon saw her look at him. He quickly turned away his face, pretending not to have looked, but he knew he was too late.
"Oops, sorry mister," she said. Gordon instantly loved the sound of her voice. So sweet, so young, so innocent.
"My mother keeps telling me to sit decently but I always forget. I hope I didn't upset you?"
Gordon wanted to respond, tried to say something. But his throat was so dry that he wasn't able to produce more than a croaking sound.

And then the young girl got up, danced out of her seat.
"My stop is here. Goodbye, mister!"
And then she left.

As the bus pulled back into traffic, Gordon realized it had been his stop too.

As Lexi got off the bus, she was greeted by Aubree.
"Well done, Lexi! Excellent! Did you see how his eyes bulged when you pulled up your knee?"
"Yes, I did. But I still don't understand why you made me wear these undies. I thought he'd be more excited when I show my cunny?"
"He would Lexi. But he wouldn't trust it. He would become too careful. What he wants is illegal, so he is always very wary. We want him to think you are an innocent, normal child, with no thoughts of sex. Then he will lower his guard, and then you can make your move."
"Well, if you say so. You do this as your job. Guess you know best."
"Yes, I do," Aubree smiled, "so I'll see you again next week?"

Chapter 6: Round and round

Gordon Bradshaw had not been able to get the young girl out of his mind. The vision of her, sitting there, one leg pulled up, knickers exposed. Her hair, her eyes. Her flat chest. Her camel toe.
His wife had wondered what caused his increased sexual appetite, so he had made up a story about a new secretary in the office with big boobs and a round ass. She bought it, and after making a smiling remark about it being okay to get hungry outside as long as he came home for dinner, she had thankfully accepted his pounding cock.
Gordon had closed his eyes, and as he was releasing spurt after spurt of his sperm in his wife, all he saw in front of him was that mysterious young girl.

A week had past, and Gordon couldn't control his nerves. Would she be on the bus again? He deliberately returned to the same seat as the week before, while mentally scolding himself.
"What are the odds?" he asked himself.

And yet, two stops later, he couldn't help looking at the bus entrance with anxiety. Would she be there? Would she show up?
She did. He saw her. She really was there!
Just as gorgeous and cute as he remembered her. Just as lovely.
This time she wore a white, very loose fitting midriff top, and below that a black pair of shorts. He admired the tightness of her belly, the shape of her navel, as she walked closer.

Gordon hoped that she would again take the opposite seat. But instead, she sat down next to him.
"Hello," she said, "you were here last week too, right? I remember. Oh god, I was so embarrassed by what I did, showing you my knickers. Were you mad at me?"
This time Gordon was able to reply.
"No, I am not. I didn't mind. Don't worry."
He wanted to add that he had been happy. That she was beautiful. But all of those words seemed inappropriate. Even if intended to put her mind to ease, they could be easily taken the wrong way. So he didn't say anything else.

"Oh, good! Thanks, mister. By the way, my name is Lexi."
She extended her hand. The movement made the fabric of her top shift, and suddenly Gordon was able to see down the opening, see an areola and a nipple. He unconsciously licked his lips, then quickly caught himself.
Gordon extended his hand too. "Bradshaw. Gordon Bradshaw. You can call me Gordon, if you want to."
"Nice to meet you mister Brad ... Gordon."

She then took her phone again, placed her elbows on her knees, and started her game. With her leaning forward, her top fell down and left a large opening where Gordon could easily look into. Was she not aware?
Well, Gordon was not planning to tell her! He could only stare, as he was treated to a convenient view of two small nipples, surrounded by nice, round areolas, on her perfectly flat, young chest. He licked his lips, tried to hide his growing excitement as he engraved this picture in his brain.

And then she looked up, and saw him stare down.
"Oh my god," was all that Gordon could think, "I am so busted!"
But she just smiled.
"What, why are you so interested in my silly little game, mister Gordon?"
"It is ... I wasn't ... I mean ... I was ... Yes, it was indeed your game I was looking at, yes! I don't know, it just intrigued me, I guess," he stammered.
"Perhaps I should explain the game, so that you understand it better?"

But then, before Gordon could answer, she stood up again.
"Oh, wait. We're at my stop already. Well, perhaps next week, then?"
Gordon got up as well.
"It's my stop too!"
"Really? Oh wow, what a coincidence."

They got off the bus together. As they started walking, Lexi started chatting. Something about moving to this neighborhood, and being home alone while her parents worked.
Her words didn't really connect in Gordon's brain. All he could think of was that chest, those nipples. He tried to imagine how they would feel in his hands.

And then she turned left where he had to turn right.
"So, next week I'll explain the game?" she asked.
Gordon just nodded.

"Wow!" Lexi exclaimed as she saw Aubree, "he was almost drooling over my chest. And I don't even have boobs yet! I thought I needed boobs to drive men crazy!"
"That's how it works for most men, Lexi. But not for Bradshaw. He like young girls. And he likes their flat chests."
They got in the waiting limo and discussed the plans for next weeks as they were transported back to their homes.

Chapter 7: Playing games

Gordon had been completely distracted at work all day. He knew that whatever he had done today, he'd have to throw away and redo next Monday. But he just couldn't focus.
And the visit to his mother ... well, he'd just have to call her tomorrow, apologize for being distracted, and ask her to again explain what exactly Aunt Jude had been up to this time. Not that he cared, but she wanted him to listen to her stories, and he felt obliged to make his mother happy.
Normally. Not now. Now, he only wanted to be on the bus and to meet Lexi again.

Gordon almost jumped for joy as he saw her enter the bus. She looked around to locate him, then proceeded directly to his seat and again chose the one next to his.
This time she wore a summer dress, featuring a blue and white pattern. A blue belt held the fabric together around her waist, and the dress extended to just above her knees.
Gordon mentally scolded himself for being disappointed that she wasn't wearing anything more revealing.

"Good afternoon, mister Gordon!" she said, with her delightful voice. "Are you still interested in learning more about the game?"
Gordon just nodded. He really didn't care about the game at all, but he could of course not admit that he had been staring down her blouse last week, and not at her phone as she had assumed.

So she launched the game and started explaining all the weird and complex rules. Gordon tried his best to sound interested in what she said, but in reality he was just enjoying the sound of her voice. And every once in a while, she leaned in to show a specific detail on the screen, and then he would feel how her body touched his.
He felt how his penis started to stir in his pants. This girl was so sweet. So lovely. So innocent and pure and soft and warm and ...
He sighed.

She heard his sigh.
"Yeah, I guess it is a lot to take in at once. It took me a really long time to learn it all."
She giggled, and to Gordon it sounded like angels singing in heaven.
"And we're already close to our stop, and I have not even explained how to level up yet."
She paused. She stared in the distance, as if she was contemplating a hard choice. Gordon took the chance to admire the beautiful curves on her face. Her large, round lips. Her Greek nose. Her slightly outstanding ears.

And then she proposed: "Hey, mister Gordon, I've got an idea. I've got nothing to do anyway and there's nobody home. Why don't you come to my place and then I can explain the rest of the rules there?"
Gordon almost choked. She was now inviting him to her house? With nobody else around?
For so many years already, he had been fantasizing about scenarios like this. And always told himself that they would never really happen.
Was this the time ... ?
"No, fool," he scolded himself internally, "she just thinks I want to learn that game, and she is too young and too innocent to realize the danger."
So he nodded.
"Yes, Lexi. That is an excellent idea!"

They got off the bus. Once at the corner where their ways had parted last week, Lexi took Gordon's hand to guide him in the right direction. Though it was an innocent gesture, Gordon felt sparks flow through his body at her touch.
They entered an apartment building and took the elevator to the fourth floor. She then guided him to one of the doors, took a door key out of her purse, and let him in.

After Lexi closed the door, she guided Gordon to her room. A typical girl's room. Lots of pink colors, rainbows, and unicorns, but also a few posters of boy bands. A desk with school books and a laptop computer in a corner, a bed with pale pink sheets along the wall. A small two-seater couch along another wall, facing a small television set.
"Do you mind if I take off this dress?" Lexi asked, "it's a bit itchy and quite uncomfortable, I always take it off as soon as I get home."
"Guess not," Gordon replied, "do you want me to turn ..."
He couldn't even finish his offer to turn his back. Lexi immediately lifted her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor.

Gordon's jaw dropped. His eyes popped.
There she was standing, a vision of pure beauty. It was as if he had died and gone to heaven. His own, personal heaven. His eyes instantly locked on her flat chest, the cute areolas, and the two tiny pointy nipples. And they then wandered down, across her flat tummy, down towards her panties. She wore simple, pink panties. There was no camel toe this time, but he didn't need it. His imagination was already working overtime to envision her completely nude.

She dropped herself casually on the couch, tapped the seat next to her.
"Come, mister Gordon. Sit down, then I can explain how to level up."
She was already holding her phone.
"Wait, aren't you going to ... are you going to stay like that?"
Gordon heard how his voice croaked. His throat was dry.
Lexi just giggled.
"Oh, no. Sorry, perhaps I should have told you. My folks and I, we are all nudists. I normally am totally naked at home. But I don't want to embarrass you so I'll keep my knickers on."
Gordon just nodded. He had trouble breathing. His thoughts were getting less and less coherent. All he could think of right now was images of this little angel, prancing around the apartment wearing nothing but her beauty.
"My dad always says that I need to cover up my nips too when there are people around, but I really don't see the point. I don't have any boobs yet! It's just the same as what boys have!"
She squeezed her nipples to illustrate the point. Gordon felt a drop of saliva fall from his mouth, work it's way down his chin, then fall off and land on the floor. Lexi didn't appear to notice.

With an impatient look, Lexi grabbed Gordon's arm and pulled him down towards the couch. He obediently sat down. The couch was barely wide enough for the two of them. He felt how her warm, supple, naked body pressed against his side.
Gordon realized, if he wanted to rape this girl, he could just do so, right then and there. They were alone and he was much stronger. But violence was a turnoff for him. Even in his most sordid fantasies, the girls were always willing and eager. Not like real girls at all. She was safe.
But the sheer feeling of her warmth so close to him, the vision of her naked skin, made him harder than he had ever been. His cock ached, filled with blood but with not enough room to grow in his tight pants. He sweated all over. He inserted a finger in his collar, pulled it aside a bit.

"Oh, sorry," Lexi said, apparently drawing the wrong conclusion, "you must be uncomfortable too in that tight suit. My dad always wants to get out of his suit as soon as he gets home! Here, let me help you."
She helped Gordon take off his jacket. Her inexperienced fingers then loosened the knot of Gordon's tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. Finally, she then moved to his trousers, unbuckled his belt, and undid the button of his pants.
"There, that must be better. That's what my dad always does when we have guests. Otherwise he of course just strips naked."

Gordon's head was spinning. He had no idea what was happening anymore, he just obediently lifted his arms when Lexi took off his jacket, and allowed her to partly undress him further.
It was all so casual for her. For him, it was a lifelong dream come true. She didn't even appear to notice when her chest, her nipples came into full contact with his bare arms. Or when her arm brushed his crotch. Did she not feel his throbbing hardness? Was she not aware what she did to him?
She then sat back next to him, on that narrow couch. Her naked body pressed firmly against his side. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, he felt her warmth, her softness. His arm didn't even fit between them, so he was forced to keep it behind her back, to hold her in a sort of semi embrace. The skin on her back felt soft, and smooth, and warm, and inviting.

She just kept talking about the game. Explained all the rules. None of it connected in Gordon's brain. All he could think about was the sensation of this nearly naked underage girl, pressed against him, sharing her warmth with him.
She concluded her explanations. Then she started the game, and while playing explained what was going on on the screen. Gordon had no eyes for her phone at all. All he could do was look at her skin, at her chest, at her nipples. At the shape of her legs, where they met, at the pink panties that covered her final unseen treasure.
He felt precum oozing out of his cock, soiling his underwear. Probably leaking through to his pants. He didn't care. He didn't worry about how to explain it to his wife. Not now. He was just enjoying her closeness, her beauty, her youth.

And then Lexi looked up, at the wall clock.
"Oh, it's getting late already. My parents will be home soon. You better go, I'm not supposed to let strangers in the house when I'm alone."
She stood up, and handed Gordon his jacket.
"Not that you're a stranger. Well, not to me, anyway. You're mister Gordon." She giggled.

Gordon just nodded. He felt that he should say something, but as so many times before when he was with this precocious little girl, his throat was too dry and his brain was too fuzzy.
"Will you come again next week, mister Gordon?" she then asked. "I can set up the Playstation, I have a multi-player version of the game and then we can play together. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Yes. Yes, that would be lovely," he squeaked.

Gordon left the house and went on his way. Despite having lived in this neighborhood for twenty years already, he managed to get lost twice before finally arriving home.

Meanwhile, in the apartment, Aubree entered through a hidden door and complimented Lexi on her performance. Lexi beamed and just couldn't stop talking about how great it had been.
"Wow, Aubree, did you see his face when I took off my dress? I thought his jaw was ready to hit the floor! And then, how he drooled when I squeezed my nipples! I'm sure he would have wanted to try that for himself!"
Aubree just smiled at Lexi's unbounded enthusiasm. "Yes, Lexi, I saw it all. I told you that we have cameras everywhere, remember?"
Lexi didn't even appear to hear what Aubree said.
"And then, when I undid his buttons. I felt his cock through his pants. It was so hard, and I felt it twitch and move a few times!"
"You should call it a penis, Lexi. That makes you sound more innocent."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but he's not here now. Oh, and did you see the wet spot in his pants when he left? Do you think he already came?"
"No, I think that was precum. Remember, our talk last week? Anyway, I think the limo is waiting downstairs, and I still need to talk you through the plans for next week. You did very well, Lexi! This is going great!"

Chapter 8: The game is on!

"Wow, that was awesome!"
Gloria sighed contently as Gordon rolled off her.
"I really think I should send this Lexi a thank you note."
"Lexi?" Gordon's face paled. "How do you know ...?"
"Yeah, of course. Lexi, that new office girl. You just blurted her name as you came."
"Oh. Oh no. Oh, I'm so sorry, Gloria."
"It's okay, Gordon, dear. You've fucked me every day this week. That's six times more than you normally do. As long as it's my cunt you are pounding with that glorious hard rod of yours, I don't care that it's her boobs you are imagining."
"Oh. Oh, thank you for not being jealous!"
"Not jealous? Oh, don't get me wrong, mister Gordon Bradshaw. I am very jealous. If I ever find you touching her, even if it's just a single finger, you're a dead man."

Gordon swallowed as he recalled the conversation he had with Gloria last night. He had moaned Lexi's name. His heart had almost stopped. Luckily his wife was convinced that Lexi was some buxom office bimbo. If she only had a hunch that the woman he was longing for was actually a ten year old girl, death was probably the best fate he could hope for.

He knew it would be best to cut off their contact. He knew she was on his mind too much. He was making more and more mistakes at work. And even his mother had sent him away early.
"I don't know what's distracting you, son, but your head is clearly not here. I'll tell about your uncle Paul next week."

After his mother dismissed him, he could have easily taken an earlier bus. And yet, when he saw the bus approach the stop, he just remained seated and didn't board.
All week he had been reliving the memory of Lexi's soft and smooth skin against his arm. Of her nipples brushing his shirt. Of her hands on his belt.
There was no way he could refuse her offer to play that game – whatever game it was. He still had no clue about the rules, and he had no idea what to tell her if she found out. He knew she was affecting his entire life too much.

He knew it was wrong. He knew it was dangerous. He knew he shouldn't.
But he had to. He just had to.
"Just this one time," he mumbled. "One time more. Just today. Then I'll start taking a different bus."
He knew he was lying.

And so he waited for another half hour, until he could finally board his regular bus. And then waited in eager anticipation for two stops, where he saw Lexi board.
She wore a tight, white T-shirt, sporting a print of a black abstract pattern. Below that a pair of cut-off jeans, extending to just below the knees. He smiled as she sat down to him and immediately started talking.
"The Playstation is set up already, mister Gordon! Oh, I am so looking forward to us playing together. I just can't wait to beat you. Or do you think you can handle me?"
Gordon just looked at her happy face, listened to her chatter, and enjoyed feeling her closeness.

As soon as she closed the door of her room, she took off her clothes.
"I have been so looking forward to getting out of these! It's been warm all day, and I've just been getting hotter and hotter."
He noticed how she dropped first her jeans, then her shirt to the floor. Her body looked perhaps even more lovely, more sexy, more inviting and enticing than the previous week.
Hugged around her waist was a set of white panties. They looked tight, as if they were too small, and the fabric was thin. The effect was a clearly visible camel toe. Gordon swallowed as he was treated to a prime view of the outline of her slit. He felt pearls of sweat forming on his head.

Lexi looked at him and appeared to notice.
"Oh my, how rude of me. You must be hot too. We're nudists, remember? I really don't mind if you take off some clothes too, mister Gordon, I've seen it all before."
He swallowed. Once more unable to speak, he just nodded. But he was unable to move.
This was not even close to what he had imagined. Not even close to his wildest dreams. It was better, so much better.
"Perhaps you want some help? My dad sometimes lets mom help him undress after a long day at work. I guess you are tired too?"

Lexi stepped closer to Gordon, and helped him out of his jacket. Then she undid his tie and slid it off. She stood on her toes to reach the upper buttons of his shirt, undid them one by one. She pulled the shirt out of his pants, then slid it over his arms and off of him.
She took a step back. She looked at Gordon's slightly chubby chest. At his overweight belly.
"Wow, you've got lots of chest hair, mister Gordon. That looks really manly!"
Aubree had told her to say something nice, to make him think she liked what she saw. She had not expected that she'd have to dig so deep.

Gordon was still unable to say a word, unable to do a thing. He just silently and obediently accepted how this beautiful, near-naked young girl undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then pulled it down over his hips.
She bent over to undo his shoes, and Gordon was treated to a prime sight of her ass globes, barely enclosed in the tight fabric of her panties.
Lexi removed Gordon's shoes and then his pants, then stood back up again. Her eyes fell on his boring white briefs, but also on the giant bulge inside them. She was glad that Aubree had prepared her for this, and that they had gone through some practice sessions with some of the male staff members of T.B. Mail, Ltd. Now she was able to just ignore it, to pretend she didn't notice anything special.

"Oh, mis..." she corrected herself, "oh, Gordon, one more question. I hope you don't mind, but these panties are way too tight and they cut in my skin. Do you mind if I take them off?"
She saw how Gordon's cock twitched and spasmed in his tight briefs. But he said nothing. He just stood there. Mouth agape. Eyes wide open. Drool running down his chin.
Since she heard no objections, she just pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.

Gordon simply couldn't believe his luck. Such a wonderful, sexy, cute, innocent girl. Brought up nudist, thinking nothing of just baring herself in front of him.
He stared at the soft and smooth skin of her hairless mound, at the straight vertical line of her closed slit. His cock twitched and spasmed and struggled to get free of the tight confines of his briefs.

And then she turned her back to him and bent over, to switch on the game console that was standing here. He saw her ass cheeks. Saw how they spread slightly as she bent forwards, exposing the crack and her puckered hole. And beneath that, the folds of her pussy, and the entrance to her virginal tunnel.
He felt how his cock appeared to grow even larger and harder than it had ever been. Precum started to flow, soiling his briefs. There was zero rational thought left in Gordon's head, all he could think of was the beauty of this forbidden fruit, so close to him, so available.

Lexi stood back up and turned around. She saw how Gordon's dick was twitching and struggling for space. Saw the rapidly growing wet spot. But she didn't break her role of innocent young virgin.
"Oh, wait, perhaps you want to get out of your undies too? Otherwise it would be unfair! Here, let me help you!"
She didn't even wait for Gordon to answer. She just squatted in front of him, grabbed the waistband of his briefs, and pulled them down.

She almost gasped for air as Gordon's cock sprang free of its confines.
After seeing his chubby man-boobs, his overweight belly, and his milky white and hairy legs, she had prepared for another disappointment. But she was wrong. Hiding in his boring briefs, Gordon Bradshaw had a tool that measured well over 6 inches in length, almost 5 inches in girth, and that stood proudly upright, rock solid, straight as a pole. She saw the veins on his skin, saw the twitching as blood pumped to his member. He was circumcised, so she had a clear view of the red, almost purple tip of his penis. A drop of white fluid formed at the tip. She almost licked her lips, but just in time recalled her role and returned to the prepared script for this scenario.

"Oh wow, your penis is all big and hard. I've seen lots of penises at the nude resort, but always soft and floppy. Sometimes my dad's penis gets big and hard when mom and dad cuddle, but then they quickly go to the bedroom and they never want to explain to me what happens."
"That's because ..." Gordon croaked, but his voice failed him. Not that he actually knew what he was going to say.

Lexi hesitantly extended a hand. She whispered, making sure to sound as innocent and naive as she could muster.
"Can I ... can I touch it, Gordon? Can I touch your penis? Feel how hard it is?"
Gordon wanted to say yes. Wanted to say no. Wanted to throw the girl on the bed and eat her out. Wanted to flee the house and never return. Wanted to say smart things, talk about this being wrong, about keeping it secret. Wanted her to touch his dick. Wanted her not to.
His conscious mind just shut down over the conflicting wishes. His subconscious took over. It made him nod his head. Made him take a step closer, so she had easy access.

Lexi tentatively put one hand on the base of Gordon's cock. Then added the other. She squeezed, tried carefully whether she could budge his straight hardness. And then, just as she started to stroke up and down, she heard Gordon emit an almost animalistic groan.
She looked up, saw his face contort in a grimace of pleasure and pain and lust. And then she felt a warm sticky load splash on her face. The next spurt landed on her chest, and then six more, smaller spurts followed. The last two didn't reach her, were wasted on the floor.

She saw Gordon stand there. His whole body shivered and trembled. His eyes looked in the far distance, not aware of where he was.
And then a jolt went through his body. His vision cleared. He looked around, saw where he was. He saw the young girl, nude, squatted in front of him, her face and chest covered in his sticky cum.
"Oh God!" he said. "Oh God, God, God, oh God, what have I done. What the fuck have I just done. Oh no, oh no, oh dear God, no!"
And before Lexi could even respond, he grabbed his pants and shirts and ran out of her room. He was still struggling to get into his pants, clutching his shirt to his naked and sweaty chest, as he fled the apartment.

"Congratulations, Lexi. Well done!" Aubree said as she emerged from the hidden door.
"I'm sure the pictures and videos we have now will be enough. You can stop now if you want to."
"Stop now? Are you fucking insane? Have you seen his dick! I was so disappointed when he shot his wad so fast. I now really want more of that!"
Aubree fought back an impulse to chastise the girl on dropping the F-bomb. But she realized how hypocritical that would be given what she was helping the girl accomplish.
So she just nodded. "I guess more pictures, and more explicit pictures, won't hurt. But remember, you can stop any time, right? Now go take a shower. I'll call for the limo and have a cleaning crew clean out the house. And burn ... that."
She pointed at the soaking briefs that Gordon Bradshaw had left in the child's room.

Chapter 9: Guilt trip

Gordon Bradshaw had been sitting on the couch all week. He hadn't spoken a single word to his wife. He had called the office to call in sick, then switched off his phone. He had mechanically eaten what his wife gave him, had slept on the couch where he sat, and had done nothing else.
He was brooding. His thoughts were reeling.

What had he done to this innocent little girl? Would she ever be able to process? To cope? Had he destroyed her life?
Would she talk? Would she be able to identify him? Would his life be destroyed as well?
And then ... didn't he deserve for his life to be destroyed?

He kept going in the same circles. Until, on Friday, Gloria almost literally kicked him out of his thoughts, and off of the couch.
"Okay, that's it. I've been putting up with you all week, but not anymore. Last week I already got a disappointed call from your mother. I don't care about you skipping work, but you are NOT going to bail on your mother. You know as well as I do that if you skip, she'll call ME to update me on all the latest in your family. And I swear to God, if I have to listen to just a single more of her endless dribbles about Aunt Deirdre or Uncle William, I am going to divorce you. Or kill her. Probably even both."
"So you get your lazy ass off of that couch right now, Gordon. You are going to visit your mother. And you are going to listen to her babbling, or at least pretend enough to keep her out of my ears."

"Okay, thanks." Aubree said, then put down the phone.
"He is at the bus stop but he didn't step in the bus, Lexi."
"Oh? Why not?"
The girl sounded disappointed.
"We've been watching him all week. He's on a guilt trip since he spermed you. I think he is trying to avoid you."
"So you think he'll take the next one? Maybe I should take the next one too?"
Aubree quickly considered the options.
"No, just take the same as always. Follow your normal pattern. Hurry, the bus is nearly there. I'll call you when you are seated and talk you through some scenarios."

Gordon had let his normal bus pass and got on the next. But he still held his breath when the bus stopped at Lexi's normal entry stop. He let out a relieved sigh when she didn't enter. He wasn't ready to face her. Not yet. Probably never.
He got off the bus at his own stop and started slumping towards his house. Then, suddenly, he felt a hand around his waist, heard a voice.
"Wait! Wait, mister Gordon! It's me."

His heart skipped two beats. A chill ran down his spine. It was her.
Lexi stood there, smiling all over as if nothing has happened. As if he had not covered her in his perverted sperm last week, then fled without as much of a word. As if he had not exposed this innocent cute girl to his terrible perversion.
She wore a tight purple T-shirt, and a rather short yellow skirt. Gordon couldn't help it, even now he still admired her slender form and her cute face.
"I didn't see you on the bus, so I thought maybe you had missed it. So I waited here for you, and here you are! We never got around to playing that game last week!"

She started walking towards her apartment, pulling him along. Gordon at first just followed mechanically, but the he came to an abrupt halt.
"No! No, Lexi! We shouldn't!" he exclaimed.
Then, startled, looked around to see if anyone had heard it. He pulled her in the shade of a building, whispered: "I'm sorry Lexi, but I should not visit you anymore."
A tear formed in her eye. Aubree had made her practice this for one of the scenarios in the third week, and it came in very handy now.
"But ... why, mister Gordon? I don't understand?"
"Just because, okay!" he replied, harsher then intended.

He tried to walk away but her grip on his hand tightened and she managed to hold him back.
She sniffed, then said obediently: "Well, if you don't want to play the game I guess it's okay. It's more a little girl thing anyway. But ... but will you please tell me one thing mister Gordon?"
"What?"
"Last week ... that ... thing that happened. What you did. What you did before you ... before you left. What was that? What happened? And why?"

Gordon didn't know what to say. Should he explain? Tell the truth? Would that damage her? Would that expose him? Or should he tell a lie? But then ... at what age do they get sex-ed nowadays? He'd be so busted then. Perhaps he should just refuse?

But then he heard her next words.
"I was so confused last week. And I wanted to know, you know? I almost asked daddy, but I was afraid that daddy would get mad because I am not supposed to let people in the house when I'm alone."
She paused, made sure Gordon had time to process these words, before delivering the final blow.
"But if you really don't want to..." she sighed, "perhaps I should then just ask mom and hope she doesn't tell dad..."
"No, no!" Gordon hastily blurted. "It's okay, Lexi. I'll explain. But ... not here. I can't talk about it here. Somewhere private?"
"My home?" Lexi proposed. "Or we can go to your home if you prefer?"
"No, it's okay. We'll go to your home. But, please, can you promise to keep your clothes on this time?"
Lexi looked non-understanding. But then she shrugged. "Sure, whatever. I promise."

They entered the house. Lexi made for her own room, but somehow Gordon didn't want to be there. It felt like returning to the crime scene. And he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle the associations that room would conjure.
"Perhaps the living room?" he proposed, "so we can sit in comfortable chairs?"
"Okay," Lexi said, while mentally tipping her hat for Aubree. Lexi had refused to believe her and had wanted to propose the living room herself, but Aubree said that she should just trust her on this, that Gordon would propose it himself.

Gordon quickly chose a chair. He didn't want to risk the couch. He wanted to make sure Lexi could not snug in next to him.
Lexi dropped herself on the big leather couch opposite his seat. Once seated, she kicked off her shoes, pulled up her legs, and then assumed a cross-legged position.
Gordon's eyes bulged. Blood shot to his penis. He was rock hard in an instant.
Under her skirt, her very short skirt, she wore nothing. So now that she sat cross-legged, Gordon had a direct view of her underage pussy. The outer lips were parted slightly, so he could also see the folds within. The tip where the inner lips met and where he knew her clitoris to be. And, just a bit lower, a small dark circle. The entrance to her most forbidden fruit.

So far he had managed to ward off the memories. To not re-live the experience of last week. The sensation of seeing her naked body. Seeing her nipples, her mound, her slit. Seeing her back, her butt, the slight parting of her globes when she bent over. Feeling her tiny hands on his throbbing member, their softness, their warmth. And then, the sheer joy of feeling his sperm shoot out. The depraved image of her face and body, dripping with cum. His cum.
It all came back now. The moment he saw her underage cunny again, he experienced it all again. He felt his cock twitching, his balls contracting. And then Gordon groaned and came in his pants.

Chapter 10: Admission

Gordon almost fled the scene, just like he did the week before. But he recalled that Lexi would then ask her mother about what happened. He'd be screwed. He'd be so royally screwed.
So he fought back his impulse. He just sat there. Tried to think of something smart to say. Tried to remember how exactly to operate his mouth, how to form words.

Then Lexi giggled. "Oh, look, did it just happen again?"
Gordon didn't know anything better to do than to nod, so he just nodded.
"Why? How come? And what exactly ..."
Gordon finally managed to produce words.
"You ... you said ... you promised. You promised! You promised to keep your clothes on."
A confused look entered Lexi's face. She looked down, saw her shirt, her skirt. And then, suddenly, it dawned on her face.

"Oh, you mean this?"
She lifted her skirt, pointed at her now even more exposed mound and pussy. Gordon felt how his cock started to regain its hardness even before it had a chance to fully deflate.
"Oh, I'm so sorry mister Gordon! I had taken it off after school, it's so warm today and it was all itchy and uncomfortable. And then I had forgotten about it. Shall I put them on again?"
She started rummaging in her backpack, then produced a crumpled up pair of girlish panties.
Gordon just wearily shook his head.
"Never mind. It's already happened."

But then all of a sudden Lexi stood up from the couch. She pointed at Gordon's pants, where the wet spot was slowly spreading and growing.
"Please mister Gordon, get up please? You'll leave stains on mom's favorite chair. Can you perhaps clean up?"
Gordon quickly stood up. It was just in time. He had shot so much that his pants were soaked. There was no way he could sit anywhere without leaving stains. And even while standing, he felt a first drop start to make its way down his leg.
Lexi just extended a hand.
"Come, I'll take you to the bathroom and help you."

Lexi first started the water running. She knew it would take a minute or so to get warm enough. She turned to Gordon.
"Okay, time to get these off of you," she said, and started working on his belt buckle.
She loved how he just stood there. He was so helpless. So lost. He just allowed her to take the lead, to do whatever she wanted. She never knew how good it feels to have so much power over a person. And all by just showing her young cunny and nipples.
She felt how sticky his pants already were when she opened the fly. She took a step back.
"I'm sorry, Gordon. I know I made a promise. But I'm afraid I'll get stains on my clothes this way. Can I please take them off? I can put them on again later, if you want?"
Gordon nodded and croaked something about too late and not mattering anymore. Lexi didn't really listen, she just lifted her shirt over her head, dropped her skirt to the floor, then continued to work on Gordon's soiled pants.

Gordon just stood there and allowed the once again completely naked little vixen to strip down his pants, then his underwear. She looked at his shirt, shrugged, then took that off him as well. She didn't try to justify this, and he didn't object.
Once they were both completely naked, she grabbed a soft cloth, held it under the lukewarm water, and used it to gently rub all the cum stains of Gordon's body. She started at his belly, then his hips. She did a first wipe over his crotch, rinsed the cloth clean of all the stains, then wiped his crotch again. There were still stains, but after once more rinsing, she now first cleaned his legs, including the adventurous drop that was already halfway his calves when she caught it.

She once more rinsed the cloth, then returned to Gordon's crotch. His dick had been semi erect ever since she had undressed herself first and then him, and it still was.
Although Lexi had been really drawn to the dazzling beauty of this man's fully erect staff, she noticed that even in its current state she became aroused by just seeing it. It was still a decent five inches long, and she had a hard time not staring at the patterns of the veins on the outside the whole time.

Now that the rest of him was clean, she gently closed the cloth around the half-hard shaft and rubbed it softly to remove the gooey mixture of precum and sperm. She rinsed the cloth again, then returned, lifted his dick between two fingers, and cleaned Gordon's ballsack and the underside of his penis. She then wrapped the cloth around his penis and rubbed it up and down, up and down.
She felt how his manhood got harder and bigger. Even through the thin fabric of the cloth, she could feel blood pulsing. She moved up and down a few more times, until there really was no way to make it still seem like cleaning.

"There. All clean again."
She sat herself down on the edge of the bathtub, while hiding her glances at Gordon's rock hard and very beautiful dick. And then she patted her hand next to her, inviting Gordon to sit as well.
"So, can you now explain what all this is?"

Gordon had managed to calm down a bit. Even though Lexi washing him had excited him, his earlier orgasm had given him release, and now he could think more properly.
He had not expected her to forget this question, so he had by now prepared his answer. He had chosen to go for honesty.
So he explained how very beautiful Lexi is, to his eyes. That she is so beautiful that, when he sees her special parts, the nipples and cunny and butt that are normally covered, he gets excited. That that was why his penis was large and hard.
She just listened and nodded, without interrupting. So he continued to explain that, when she then touched his penis last week, the excitement was so big that he had an orgasm. And that the white stuff that came out was sperm. Stuff that can make women pregnant when it goes in their cunny, but that is harmless otherwise. And that then today, seeing Lexi's naked cunny made him remember all that, and then he felt good again and had an orgasm, just from the nice memory.

Lexi nodded. "So, this orgasm ... it means you felt really good, right? That I made you feel very good?"
He nodded.
"But then why did you leave so quickly? And why didn't you want to come today? Don't you like feeling very good?"
"That's because you are too young, Lexi. Adults should not do this kind of thing with children. You should grow up first. I was ashamed of myself. And then later, afraid of what it might do to you."
"What it did to me? ... Hmmm. I guess I just liked it. I liked touching your penis. It felt ... I don't know. I'd have to feel it again, longer, to really describe. And when the sperm came out ... I was startled at first but it also was sort of neat. I got a drop in my mouth and it didn't even taste bad. And now that I know it is because I made you happy, it makes me happy too. There is nothing for you to be ashamed over."
"I'm glad to hear that you are happy about it. But it was still wrong. I was wrong, and I should not have done it."

Lexi paused. She appeared to be in deep thought.
"But, mister Gordon? What if I ... if I myself WANT to do it again?"
His cock twitched involuntarily and grew a bit more.
"That would be wrong. You are too young. I would be taking advantage."
"How can you be taking advantage if I am asking? If I want it?"
Gordon wanted to say something but didn't find words.
And then he saw Lexi wrap her little hand around his cock. Felt her warm fingers squeeze it gently.
"See? Nobody is forcing me! I want this myself!"

Gordon's resistance evaporated. He placed his hands to his side on the edge of the tub, leaned back his body a bit, and closed his eyes, as he allowed the young girl to explore his semi erect cock. Blood flowed down, and his cock started growing.
"Hmmm," Little Lexi cooed. "It feels nice to hold this. It feels hard and soft at the same time. And warm. I think I even feel your blood pulsing. And ... knowing that you like it makes it even better for me. It is good to make someone feel nice."

She used her hand to explore his entire length. It felt so wonderful long, thick, and hard. She was desperate to feel him deep inside her, but she knew that rushing things would backfire. So she just felt around, then asked in her most innocent voice:
"Mister Gordon, why is it not doing the orgasm thing?"

Gordon opened his eyes and looked at the innocent cute girl. He explained how a man needs more stimulation for a second orgasm. He explained how a girl can use her hands to make a man feel better and get him there.

She was a quick student. If Gordon had not been so carried away already, he might have wondered how she is able to pick up so fast. Wonder whether this really was her first time. But he was once more in a daze, living his dream, fallen completely for her role.
Soon after the explanation, Gordon once more leaned his body back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the expert handjob little Lexi was giving him. Every now and then he would open his eyes to look, to see that it was still the same young, flat-chested, ten-year old vixen that was now sitting on her knees in front of him, working on his cock like a pro. He would see her smiling face, the intent look in her eyes, and he would also see her fist pumping his dick, her other hand smearing his precum on the head of his throbbing member.

The combination of her constant rubbing, the feeling of her soft hands on his hardness, her beauty, the taboo factor of her tender age, and the sheer fact that she was the very impersonation of his lifelong impossible dream had a strong effect. Soon, much sooner than Gordon hoped, he felt his orgasm building.
"Here it comes, Lexi!" he panted, "I'm cumming!"

Lexi smiled, pointed his manhood straight towards her young face and kept pumping. Her eyes were wide open, she didn't want to miss a single second.
He grunted for pleasure, and then his orgasm started. The first rope of sperm landed right on Lexi's face. She opened her mouth wide and the second rope partly landed on her tongue. She closed her mouth and tested the taste as the third and fourth shot landed on her flat chest, and then she quickly opened her mouth and enclosed the tip of his dick to make sure the last ropes landed all safe within her mouth.

As he recovered from his orgasm, Lexi giggled and smiled.
"I'm sorry for taking it in my mouth, mister Gordon. I guess I shouldn't have. But I liked the taste and I didn't want to waste anymore."
Gordon was unable to speak. He was still recovering from his strong orgasm. And seeing how Lexi smeared the sperm on her chest all over her body, rubbed it on her nipples, and even put some on a finger that she then pushed deep inside her immature cunny distracted him too much.

"Can we do this again next week, mister Gordon? I really like this game!"
Gordon just nodded.
Lexi jumped in his lap, hugged him tightly.
"Oh, great! Thanks, mister Gordon!"
And then she kissed him on his mouth.

As Gordon left her apartment, he still felt the impression of her lips on his. Of her arms around his back. Of her flat chest pushed into his. Of her naked crotch on top of his sticky limp dick. And he could still taste the mixture of his sperm and Lexi's lips on his lips.

Chapter 11: Going down

"You're home late! Where have you been? I even called your mother to see if you stayed longer but she said you left the normal time!"
"Oh, I'm sorry dear," Gordon responded. "After getting off the bus I decided to go for a long stroll in the park. I should have texted you."
"Yes, you should. I was ..." Gloria interrupted herself.
"Wait, what happened? You're all cheerful again. I don't understand you. I mean ... I'm glad. But I don't understand."

Gordon knew his wife. He had expected the question. He was prepared.
"Yeah, sorry about last week. Something happened at work, and I felt really guilty about it. But I've had time to process it, and the walk really helped me clear my mind. It's gone now. I'm back."
Gloria hugged him.
"Thank God, Gordon. What a relief! I was so worried last week..."

She pushed her luscious breasts into his chest, pressed her lips over his, tried to enter his mouth with her hungry tongue, but Gordon pushed her away.
"Not yet, dear. Too much going on in my head today. But tomorrow I'll be ready for you, okay?"
She smiled slyly.
"Not even when you think about Lexi?"
"That office bimbo? No, even she can't get me hard now. Sorry dear."
"It's okay. Just promise to make it up to me the rest of the week."

Gordon delivered as promised, giving Gloria absolutely no reason to complain. His libido was going like crazy again. Just mentioning Lexi's name was enough to get Gordon hard in an instant. So she made sure to mention her name every night.
Gloria had married Gordon because she loved him as a person, his character. But his glorious tool was a nice bonus, and a good compensation for his looks. And, even better, his skill in putting that nice dick, but also his hands and mouth, to use was great. Whoever that new office girl was, she had been a tremendous boost to Gloria's sex life!

Gordon meanwhile was happy. Every night when he pounded his wife's tight cunt, he just closed his eyes and imagined it was Lexi's even tighter pussy. When he massaged Gloria's voluptuous boobs, he imagined it were Lexi's perfectly flat areolas. And when he delivered another load of his sticky cum deep inside his wife, he recalled the vision of Lexi closing her underage lips around his head and drinking all he had to offer.
His wife kept repeating how grateful she was that this Lexi woman was giving him so much energy and desire. He wisely kept his mouth shut about who she really was.

And then Friday came, and he just couldn't wait to be with her again. He struggled through the day. He patiently listened to the endless blabber his mother produced. He wanted to make up an excuse, to leave early. But then, he would still have to wait for Lexi. So no point in making his mother more upset than was her usual state of life. He patiently nodded and mm-hmm'ed as she went on and on about family members he never knew he had, nor wanted to know about.

He still had a dilemma though. He had always been a strong believer in giving his girlfriends, and later his wife, more than he received. His body had never been his strongest suit, so he knew that the only way to land girls in his bed was to make sure that they remembered, and hopefully talked to their friends about, how good he was in bed. Or about the size of his tool, his only redeeming physical feature.
So he had felt guilty about only receiving pleasure from Lexi. He felt that is was proper to return the favor. To make her orgasm too. And, frankly, he was also almost dying from curiosity. How would her nipples feel to his touch? Would her mound be as soft and as smooth as it looked? And ... how would she taste?
But could he just offer to please her? So far, she had been leading the charge. If he would ever be discovered, if he would ever go to trial over this, his crime would be failure to resist. Somehow it felt wrong to propose to go further. Well ... more wrong.

He still was undecided when Lexi entered the bus. Cheerful as ever. Skipping through the path until she saw Gordon. She chose the seat in front of him.
She was wearing a loose yellow top that left her shoulders and midriff exposed, and a matching yellow short skirt. Once she sat, she quickly glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then giggled, put a finger to her lips, and then pulled up a leg to show Gordon her naked pussy underneath. He gasped and fell his cock spring to attention. Lexi then quickly lowered her leg again. She leaned forward, rested a hand loosely on Gordon's crotch to verify the effect she had, and whispered: "I thought you would like my little surprise."

Gordon managed not to cum right then and there, but only barely. Lexi saw his struggle, so she got up and moved to the seat next to him, wrapped an arm around his back, and snuggled close to him. For any passer by, it would have been a perfectly innocent father/daughter couple on the bus.
Unless they had overheard their conversation.

"So, mister Gordon, are you excited to play more games?"
He just nodded, while silently begging for her to keep her voice down.
"I was also wondering what other games we might play. Your orgasm always comes real soon and we have so much more time before mom and dad are home."
Gordon felt his cock twitching. Was this the opportunity to bring up his idea to return the favor? But his mouth, as so often around this precocious young girl, refused duty again.
"So I thought, maybe," thankfully the girl did now reduce her voice to a secretive whisper, "maybe after I rub your special parts, I can show you how I rub mine? I do that a lot, you know. My mom says that all girls do it, but also that I should keep it secret. I really don't understand that. If all girls do it, then why not just talk about it? It feels so good when I rub myself. If mom had not forbidden it, I would probably do it right now already!"
Gordon just looked at her. Mouth agape.

Lexi secretly enjoyed how easy it was to throw this man off balance. She had for a long time already known about the fun she could have with her girl parts. But that they also provided her with so much power was new to her.

She decided to fire the next barrel before Gordon could even come down from the last shot.
"Do men and boys also rub themselves when they are alone, mister Gordon?"
He nodded.
"So is that like what I did last week, but then they do it themselves?"
He nodded again. He felt he should use words to explain better. If only his mouth would want to form them. It refused.
"Perhaps you can show me?" Lexi asked, her innocent young eyes beaming with anticipation.
"Perhaps," Gordon croaked.

Lexi enjoyed this way too much. It was so easy to lead this poor man. Just a few words and she already had him exactly where she wanted him. Right in front of the cannons, and her next broadside was already loaded and ready.

She acted as if she just realized something.
"Oh, wait, now I want to know. Can I ask ... Mister Gordon, if you do it yourself, does it feel better than when I do it?"
Gordon suddenly knew exactly where this was leading. But he was unable to stop it. The course was already set, and he had lost control of the steering wheel a long time ago already.
Not that he even really wanted to change course. Or, well, maybe? He still didn't know whether he should offer to pleasure her. Or whether to accept, should she invite him.
But deep in his subconscious, he already knew that she WAS going to invite him. And that there was no way he would ever turn it down.
So he smiled and admitted that it had felt better, much better, when she had done it.
"Oh, wow!" Lexi exclaimed. "I'm so glad I made you so happy. But ... but does that then also mean that it will feel better for me if you rub me down there instead of doing it myself?"
And then, in a conspiratorial whisper, "will you show me, please, mister Gordon?"

They arrived at their stop, and Gordon and Lexi nearly ran to the apartment. She let Gordon in, closed the door, then led him to her bedroom.
Her clothes were off before the door was fully closed. Gordon was fumbling with his shirt, but with Lexi's help he, too, was soon completely naked. He looked at her body. He never could get enough of her flat chest. He noticed that her nipples appeared to be slightly erect. Was she, too, getting excited already?

His cock throbbed, and once more the sight of her nude body brought him close already.
Lexi looked at his twitching member. She smiled.
"I really liked the taste of it. Do you mind if I try to swallow it all this time?"
The fanatic twitching of his cock was all the answer Lexi needed. She knew Gordon would, again, be on a hair trigger. So she didn't touch his member yet. She waited until she was in position. She then opened her mouth, grabbed the base of his cock, and at the same time closed her lips around the tip of his hardness.

It then took only a few strokes of her soft young hands to push Gordon over. He grunted, groaned, his body twitched, and then she felt spurt after powerful spurt of his semen fill her mouth.
She was glad that Aubree had made her practice with a whipped cream sprayer earlier that week. Swallowing without losing a drop was easy for her, making it look like she struggled was the hard part. A few coughs and a drop trickling down her chin until she caught it with a finger would surely do the trick.

Gordon felt his orgasm subside. He looked in awe at this young talent. His orgasm had been hard and long. He knew he must have shot a huge load. And yet, despite her lack of experience, she had managed to swallow it all. Yes, she coughed a few times, and a drop or two trickled out of the corner of her mouth, but for a first time, this was so impressive. She somehow appeared to have a natural talent for sex.
That thought alone was enough to keep him fully hard. That thought, and the prospect that after this, she would ask him to masturbate her. He would finally be able to touch her ... there.

Lexi licked the last remains of her lips. Then she lied down on the bed. Hands folded in her neck, legs parted. Fully relaxed.
She giggled at Gordon's questioning look. "What do you want to play now, mister Gordon? Do you want to watch while I rub myself?" She unabashedly dropped a hand on her cunny and inserted a finger in her slippery underage hole. "Or do you want to rub me so I can feel if that really feels better?"
And then she took his hand with her other hand, and laid in on her pussy, on top of her own finger that was still going in and out of her premature entrance.

Gordon didn't speak. He just took her finger and removed it from her cunny. He brought it to his nose to sniff it. Then he put it in his mouth to taste the juices that were on it. And then he gently laid both her hands next to her neck. She understood the suggestion, so she once more put them behind her back and, perfectly relaxed, waiting for Gordon's next action.
Gordon took a few seconds in which his eyes wandered across her body. She was so beautiful. Her skin looked soft and smooth. Her chest, so flat, so deliciously telling the world that she is still too young. Her bald mound, and underneath that her young cunny, glistening with her juices, contradicting the message of her chest.

Then he laid a hand on her stomach. Her skin felt every bit as smooth, every bit as soft as he had thought, as he had hoped. No, even more. It was the best feeling he had ever had. He rubbed her stomach, like a parent does to a child with a sore tummy, but slower, sensual, erotic. And with his other hand, he touched her chest. He explored, with just a tip of his finger, the skin structure of her areolas. He playfully touched her small, pointy nipples.
"I thought you were going to touch me down there?" Lexi asked.
But Gordon did notice that her breathing already started to speed up.
"I will," he said. "Just not yet. Let me do this my way. I'll make it special."

Gordon considered his options. He would normally have kissed her. Maybe tried to see if she'd like some tongue-play. Then kissed her nipples, or even given her a full tongue-bath. But she had never mentioned using his mouth. She had invited him to use his hands. He was tempted, very tempted. He knew he would make her feel very good. But better to stick to what she had allowed. Better to use his hands only.
Se he just continued to caress her nipples and stomach. He then slowly moved his hand away from her stomach, to her pelvis and then past that to her legs. He spent a lot of time stroking up and down her inner thighs, stopping just millimeters short of her sensitive cunny every time. He knew how hot that would make her, especially combined with his continued massaging of the part of her chest where, one day, her boobs would start to grow.

Every time his hand came close to her cunny, he would feel the heat emanating from that area. He looked at her cunny and saw how her juices were now flowing. He looked at her face and he saw the desire, but also the torture of not getting what she wanted, no, what she needed so desperately now. With his wife, he knew he could keep her there for a long time and her orgasm would eventually be even bigger and more explosive. But this was Lexi's first time. He decided to give in, give her what she craved so badly.
And so, the next time his hand moved up her leg he did not stop. He continued until his index finger was covering the entire length of her slit. He felt her juices coat his finger. He felt how she bucked her hips, driven by a desire to be touched harder.
He moved his finger slowly up the length of her slit, making sure to apply just enough pressure that it would not slip between her outer labia. Not yet. He arrived at her mound, traced it with his fingers to savor the feeling of that smooth, soft skin. No matter how recent Gloria's last shave was, she never felt this soft, this smooth. This was pure youth. The pinnacle of Gordon's forbidden dreams and desires.

He rested his full hand on her mound. He wanted to enjoy every square inch of its forbidden smoothness. He held his hand there, then started rubbing in circles. And then he extended his thumb, brought it down, and gently pushed it between her folds.
As soon as he found her little nub, he applied a little pressure. The whole area was moist and slippery already, so he could move his thumb in small circles, pleasuring her clit. He moved his other hand to her chest and resumed the fondling of her flat chest.
Gordon smiled as her saw how her body tensed. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, and then her body started to shiver all over. He saw in her face the unexpected intensity of this orgasm.

Lexi was surprised at the force of her orgasm. Never before had anyone made her cum this hard. Not herself, not any of the boys or men she had been with, nor the girlfriends she had fooled around with.
And it didn't stop. He didn't stop. He slowed down a bit during her orgasm, but then she felt his thumb resume its motions on her clit, faster and stronger than before. She was disappointed to feel the other hand leave her sensitive nipples, but then she suddenly felt an extra finger on her slit, pushing gently in between her folds, and stroking its full length.
And then she felt how he pushed a finger in her. She moaned with pleasure as she felt her tunnel being filled, and her clit being expertly massaged at the same time. She wished he would go faster, but he took his time, pushing very slowly, very gently. She realized that he still took her for a virgin. He was making sure not to accidentally break her hymen.

"Ooh, this feels so good mister Gordon," Lexi cooed, "much, much better then the hairbrush I often put in there. Can you go a bit deeper, please?"
Gordon needed no more encouragement. Now that he knew she had already broken her hymen, he gladly accepted the invitation to push his finger all the way in. He saw Lexi tense again, heard her breathing speed up, then stop, then start again, and he felt a gush of her juices push past his finger as another orgasm rippled through her body.

This time he didn't even slow down. Even during her orgasm, he just continued to stroke her clit, to pump his finger in and out of her immature tightness.
He marveled at how strong her tight vaginal walls clenched his finger. The smell of her sweat and juices intoxicated him. Forgotten were his earlier plans. He had to taste her. He just had to.
So he removed his thumb from her clit, and quickly replaced it with his mouth. He kissed and sucked, and then extended his tongue and twirled the tip around her most sensitive spot. His finger kept going in and out of her tight tunnel, and his other hand had once more found her nipples.

Soon, very soon, she came again. But Gordon just kept going. He lapped her juices, enjoyed the sweet taste. He fingered her cunt. He stimulated her clit with his tongue, her nipples with his fingers, and she just kept cumming and cumming. By the time one orgasm waned, the next one was already building.
Gordon didn't even try to count her orgasms. To determine where one orgasm ended and the next began. His whole world, right now, was reduced to just one single purpose: to pleasure this little girl, to give her orgasm after orgasm after world-shaking orgasm.

Lexi had already given up any attempt to maintain control. She just lay there, allowed Gordon to do anything he wanted, while one glorious orgasm after the other washed through her. She had a fair bit of experience, much more than normal for a ten year old. But this? This was new to her.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted more. Oh definitely. She wanted it to never stop. But it was too much. She had to stop it. She had to.
So she reluctantly pushed Gordon's head back. He understood the message. He removed his hands and mouth from her lithe body. He then looked at her face, smiled, and then gently kissed her on her mouth.

Gordon waited until her breathing finally slowed down.
"And?" he asked, "was it better than doing it yourself?"
Lexi just nodded and sighed. But then she replied. "Yes. Oh yes. When you touched me there ... oh, and then when you used your mouth, that was even ... oh my God, just thinking of it makes me start to cream again."
She caught her error too late. She was not supposed to know these words. But Gordon's hand and mouth jobs had been better, so much better than expected. She had lowered her guard.
She looked at his face but he appeared not to notice. She mentally reprimanded herself. She should have been more in control.
But it had been just too good. The orgasms had been too strong.

She looked at his manhood. It was throbbing, leaking precum, and it looked ... she just couldn't wait to taste it, swallow it, feel it against the back of her throat. And then jump him, feel that glorious rod deep inside her young cunny.
She would have to be strong.

She pointed at Gordon's crotch.
"Looks like you are ready for another round, mister Gordon. Shall I rub it again? Or ..." she coyly closed her eyes and hesitated, "... or, would you perhaps like it if I tried to use my mouth? Like you did for me? Would that feel good for you?"
She saw Gordon's cock twitch and spasm with anticipation. And then she looked up at where a clock hung on the wall.
"Oh dear, that late already? My parents will be home soon. Shall we try that next week, then?"

Aubree emerged from the hidden door after Gordon Bradshaw had left.
"That went very well, Lexi. Except ... at the end, why did you send him away? He would have done anything for you!"
Mister Black had been pressing for success in the last update. The house, the security staff that were always around ... the cost added up, he wanted to close. Aubree was not happy with the delay.

But Lexi just giggled.
"I know. But imagine how much better it will be if he has to wait another week, Aubree. Trust me. I have trusted you in the previous weeks, now you have to trust me. You'll get much fantastic pictures next week."
Aubree silently renewed her vow to offer this girl a contract as soon as she turned 18. If she was already this good at manipulating a target now, how much better would she be then?
"Just eight more years," she thought, "eight fucking years."

Chapter 12: Endgame

"What? Again?"
Gloria Bradshaw eagerly opened her legs for her husband, but she didn't hide her surprise.
"You normally never want sex in the morning. And we already fucked last night!"
As he pushed in, Gordon admitted: "I know, but I just feel very horny now. Perhaps a dream I had? You don't mind, do you?"
He knew very well his wife didn't mind. She always had been the hornier of the two. And she never made a secret of how much she loved his cock.

Many hours later, Gordon sat on the bus feeling very smug with himself. He had been quite embarrassed with his quick orgasms in the last weeks. And though Lexi didn't seem to mind, he felt that a worthy lover should always postpone his orgasm until the woman – or girl, in this case – has come a few times.
Making love to his wife the night before, and then the quick fuck he had this morning should be enough to help him maintain better control today.

Lexi nodded when Aubree told her that Gordon had fucked his wife this morning. She didn't ask how it was even possible for mister Black's organization to know this. She didn't care.
She just smiled. "Cool. That means he'll last extra long today."
And then she hopped on the bus, waved happily at Gordon, and quickly jumped in the seat opposite him.

There was a woman in the seat next to Gordon, so she could not sit there and they could not talk about their plans. So they just said hi and then sat in silence.
Gordon couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She wore a very tight yellow shirt that left her midriff exposed. It was probably a bit old. The color was pale, the fabric was thin. He could see slightly darker areas where he knew her areolas to be. He didn't mind but he did question why her parents allowed her to walk around like this.
Her skirt was black and short. So short that beneath it, he could see a hint of her pink panties. And he could see all of her gorgeous legs, her midriff, her arms, her face. She smiled at him as she saw him stare, but didn't say anything.

They got off the bus together, and finally they could talk. Holding hands as they walked to the apartment, Gordon felt he had to ask.
"Are you sure you want to continue playing those games? You don't have to, you know!"
"I know. But I want to, mister Gordon. You made me feel so good last week. I want to make you feel good too. And then you can perhaps make me happy again?"
Gordon smiled. "I'd love to, my little Lexi."

The door closed, and within seconds all clothes were on the floor. Lexi looked eagerly at Gordon's rock hard member. She led Gordon to her bed, where he laid down on his back. She then quickly grabbed his dick and started stroking.
In response, his breathing sped up, he panted and groaned, but he did not cum yet.
Lexi continued for a few more strokes, before she looked up in feigned surprise.
"Hey, where is your orgasm? Do you not like this anymore?"
Gordon chuckled.
"I ... did something to help me postpone my orgasm. Girls like you can have many orgasms after each other. Men like me can't. I need time to recover. So if I can postpone it, I get to enjoy the good feeling a lot longer."
"Oh? Well, okay!"

And with that Lexi returned to her stroking. She soon felt one of Gordon's sturdy hands on her nipple, another on her ass. She felt a finger explore her crack, gently stroke her anus.
This was not something she was ready for, so she decided to reclaim control.
"Remember what I said last week, mister Gordon?"
He did. So he was not surprised when she opened her mouth and lowered it on his hard dick. But he had expected her to just suck on the head. Instead, she just kept lowering her head, until he felt the tip of his dick touch the back of her throat. She held it there for a few seconds, but then she had to let go. He saw tears in her eyes, he heard her cough and gag, but her mouth was a smile and behind the tears he saw a pride glow in her eyes.

"WHAT THE ..." he exclaimed, partly in response to this unexpected move, but mostly as a direct result of the wonderful feeling this girl gave him.
"I looked up some stuff on the internet. Mom and dad think NetNanny is safe, but they use such a simple password!"
She rolled her eyes, then continued to explain that she had practiced with a banana the whole week, just to make sure she could make mister Gordon feel as good as possible.
"You really don't need to, you know. You make me feel good just by how you look. Or by touching it. If doing that hurts you ..."
"No, it doesn't hurt. I just need to focus, then I can keep it there. Oh, and I think can do something else too, but that is really hard."

During this conversation she had continued to leisurely masturbate Gordon's staff. But now she moved her mouth close to him again. She took a deep breath, exhaled, then took another. And then she descended on him again.
But this time she did not stop when he felt the back of her throat. He saw her struggle a bit, but then she pushed further. He felt the tight opening of her throat around his dick. The head was now completely inside her esophagus. It felt tighter than the tightest cunny he had ever fucked. Never before had he met a woman who was able to take him all the way orally. And this girl, this incredibly young vixen, just deep-throated him like a pro.
She kept going deeper and deeper, until her lips met Gordon's public hair. In her practice sessions she had now extended a tongue to also lick his balls, but the base of Gordon's dick was a lot fatter than the practice dildos Aubree had given her. Her lips were completely stretched and she was unable to get her tongue out.

She had to come up for air, but as soon as she had inhaled she dropped her head again. With faster and faster movements, she bobbed her head up and down, using her throat to fuck Gordon to the best orgasm of his life.
Gordon felt his balls contract. Instinct took over. There were no thoughts, only desire. The desire to be as deep inside this girl as possible. So his hands grabbed her hair, and he forcefully pushed her head down. She was unable to move as he injected spurt after spurt directly into this little girls' stomach..
Lexi was once more very glad with Aubree's preparation. She had told her that this might happen, so Lexi suppressed the desire to fight back, waited until at least the first few spurts had landed, and then patted Gordon's hands and pressed her head gently up, to let him know that she wanted, no needed to breathe. He quickly pulled her up. The concerned look on his face was genuine, though it was mixed with a deep lust for more.

"I am so sorry," he apologized, "I got carried away because it felt just too good. I hope I didn't hurt you?"
"No, not really," Lexi lied, "you startled me but I'm glad that you liked it. I'm just sorry that I didn't get to taste it now."
But then she grabbed his arm, pulled him up, and laid down on the bed herself.
"My turn now!"

Gordon didn't need to be told twice. He had been looking forward to this all week. Eagerly he lowered his head towards the little treasure between her obscenely spread legs. He planted his full mouth on her mound, felt the velvety smoothness of her skin there. He stuck his tongue out and explored the area. But he had a thirst for her sweet juices, so he quickly moved down.
His tongue traced her slit, all the way down. And then he pushed and the tip of his tongue pressed against her tight entrance. He kept it there for a short while. Then he closed his mouth around the tiny hole and sucked in as much of her sexy fluids as he could.

But what he wanted, what he really wanted, was to make her shiver and squeal from pleasure, and he knew how to achieve just that. His tongue moved back up, and started playing with her sensitive little nub. His strong finger found the entrance that was still wet with his saliva, mixed with even more of her slippery fluids. He pushed in, gently and slowly. She was so wet that, despite her tightness, he easily glided in all the way.
He retracted his finger. And then, while vigorously attacking her clit with his tongue, added a second and pushed hard. He heard her moan and pant, and as he quickly jammed his fingers in and out and continued to lap at her nub, he felt her shudder in her first orgasm.

He continued in that same way until her second orgasm. But then he decided to try something new.
Gordon pulled her body down so that her butt was on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front.
"Put your feet on my back, Lexi, and spread your legs wide. You'll love this."
Lexi complied. Her cunt was now even more exposed than before. Gordon didn't hesitate. He lowered his face, closed his lips around her vagina, and pressed his tongue as hard as he could. Soon he felt it slip between her slippery tight walls. He heard Lexi's content sigh. With one hand he found her clit and started to finger it. The other hand stroked her flat chest and played with her tiny nipples. She sighed and panted. Her sweet juices flew richly. Soon she orgasmed again.

Then Gordon removed his hand from her chest, and instead shoved it under her buttocks. He then lifted her. This exposed her little pussy so much that he could now shove his tongue even deeper inside her.
Even though she was much, much tighter than his wife, her juices made her slippery enough that he was able to push his tongue in and out and in and out in rapid pace, while never stopping to cease the rubbing motion of his finger on her little knob of pleasure.
He used his other hand to knead her soft buns. Soon a finger slipped between them, explored her crack. Enough of her fluids had leaked in here to make everything slippery enough, so when he started to push against her asshole his finger slid in easily.

Lexi was shocked. She didn't want this. She didn't feel ready for anal sex. But ... once his finger was there, it did feel strange and painful, but also weirdly hot and sexy.
She noticed that Gordon didn't push it in all the way. He stopped after the first knuckle. She decided to accept it, so she relaxed more and started to enjoy the new and unusual sensation of having both holes filled at once, while this experienced man was expertly massaging her little clit.

Her next orgasm hit her with an unexpected force, and then, just as the waves of pleasure swept through her underage body, Gordon suddenly pushed his finger all the way in, deep inside her virginal asshole. She squealed and panted and squirmed, then her body tensed for a second, and then she collapsed on the bed.
Gordon withdrew his hands. His mouth remained on Lexi's cunny, but now he was just gently lapping up and down her slit. He knew that this would extend her post-orgasmic bliss by quite a bit.

Finally her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes and looked down to where Gordon was still slowly and gently lapping her remaining juices.
"Did you like it?"
She sighed deeply.
"Yes. Yes, I did. But ... your finger in my butt ... I didn't want that, you know?"
"But you liked it?"
She sighed again.
"Yes. I guess it did feel good."
"Good. Next time I will ask."
Gordon knew that she would say yes. He had only once had a girl who didn't like his anal stimulation. And that was for a very specific reason. He shuddered and tried to push away the memory.
One look at the sweaty underage beauty beneath him sufficed.

But then Lexi looked at him with her most innocent smile.
"Mister Gordon? When I was searching the internet for how I could make you feel good, I found another thing that I would like to try. And I see that you are hard again. Can I try it?"
"Try what, Lexi?"
"Oh, can I keep it a surprise? Can I just surprise you? Just lie on the bed, eyes closed, until I say you can open them. Okay?"
"Well ... okay, I guess..."

Lexi got up. Gordon laid on his back. His rock solid member was obscenely pointing upward. He folded his hands in his neck, closed his eyes, and relaxed.
He heard Lexi move around the bed, probably to find a good position. Then a hand took hold of his dick. And then, all of a sudden, he felt how a steamy hot wetness pressed against the tip of his cock, and then something tight and warm and wet engulfed him.
His eyes shot open in amazement, just in time to see the last few inches of his long rod disappear deep inside Lexi's tight cunny.

He wanted to say something. He felt he should protest. He wanted to protest. Or not. No, he most definitely didn't want to protest. But he had to. Did he?
He couldn't focus. Not on this. The only thing he was able to focus on right now, was the sensation, the glorious feeling, of Lexi's insanely tight underage vagina, wrapped around his hardness, massaging every bit of it with her skin, her juices, her warmth.
She was rocking her hips up and down violently, eagerly. Her eyes showed pure lust and desperation as she rode him wildly. He saw her come, multiple times, and each time the pulsing and gripping of her vaginal muscles on his member drove him even wilder.

Lexi's plan to continue to play the innocent virgin faltered as soon as she felt Gordon's hard dick against her entrance. She had been so looking forward to this, ever since seeing his tool. She was no longer able to contain herself. She just wanted to fuck this man, fuck him hard. She wanted to feel him deep, deep inside her.
So she lowered herself as fast as she could, and then started bucking her hips up and down. She no longer cared about keeping up appearances. She just wanted to cum.
And she did. Within seconds, her first orgasm hit, and then they just kept coming and coming, in quick succession, as she continued to ride Gordon's magnificent wand.

Gordon tried to hold back as long as he could, but that was not very long. Too hot, too young, too tight, too forbidden, too taboo, and too incredibly sexy was this young vixen, was the feeling of her tight underage cunt around his throbbing member. And so, he soon blasted shot after shot of his sticky semen deep inside Lexi's immature womb.

Lexi felt his semen hit the back of her womb, and that gave her yet another orgasm. But even then, she had not had enough. After Gordon stopped shooting, she kept him inside her. Kept riding him. And to her immense joy, he just stayed hard and soon was panting and grunting for pleasure again.

Gordon himself was surprised not to go flaccid, but he accepted it and enjoyed it. He just smiled as the girl continued to ride him. He felt how with each thrust, a mixture of her juices and his sperm was pushed out of her, past his staff.
He rolled her over, until she was on her back. She closed her legs behind him, and then he started to pound his large dick in and out of her tight tunnel, as hard and as fast as he could. He brought a hand to her clit and rubbed her roughly. And she screamed for pleasure as she once again was brought to orgasm.
But Gordon gave her no time to relax. He just kept on pounding and pounding her pussy, giving her one orgasm after another.
And then he suddenly felt her hand on his ass. Felt a finger explore between his cheeks. And then a sudden pang of pain as Lexi thrust her dry finger deep inside his anus.
And that tipped him over for yet another orgasm. He delivered another sticky load of sperm inside Lexi and then collapsed.

Lexi and Gordon laid on the bed, side by side, panting and smiling in post-orgasmic bliss. Slowly they returned to normal. Their breathing slowed. They sat up.
"Thanks," Lexi whispered.
"No, Lexi. Thank you."
She just smiled.
"I guess I better go now, right? Before your parents get home?"
She just nodded, then watched in silence as Gordon picked up his clothes, got dressed, and then blew her a kiss before heading out of the apartment.

Epilogue

The handsome tall man, dressed in immaculate designer suit, stood in front of the window. His back turned to the conference table, he looked over the skyline of the city.
His staff sat patiently and quietly. Only Harry, the personal secretary of the CEO, was scribbling notes on a pad. The man was speaking, slowly, thoughtfully.

"Dear mister Bradshaw.
A consequence of my chosen profession is that I am confronted with more weird desires and fetishes than I ever held possible. I have always tried to be open minded about them. You, sir, make that hard for me.
I will admit that I am tempted, very tempted, to forget about our customer and just publish the photos and videos we have. To tell your wife, expose you, invoke the police. And then, when an angry mob comes out to lynch you, I will be there, and I will ..."

His volume had increased all the time, the last words were shouted. And then mister Black fell silent, and his staff saw his shoulders shaking.
Aubree got up, walked towards her boss, and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Would you prefer me to write the mail in this case, mister Black?"

Gordon Bradshaw left the office for his lunch break. A young man, early in his thirties, grabbed him by the arm.
"Mister Bradshaw? This is for you."
He pushed a large brown envelope in Gordon's hands, then turned and ran off. Gordon looked at the envelope.
A handwritten text: "To Gordon Bradshaw. Sensitive information."
And in the corner, a logo and a company name: T.B. Mail, Inc.

"Dear mister Bradshaw.
To our regret, we need to inform you that we have discovered the existence of photos and video recordings of a recent indiscretion you were involved in. The enclosed sealed envelope contains a few examples. We suggest you open it in a safe area.
It is not in our interest to reveal this incriminating evidence. But it is, unfortunately, not in our hands. We only have copies so far; we cannot access and delete the originals. Not yet. Not with our current funds.
However, there may be an option. One of our customers has expressed a great interest in the blueprints of the new engine your team is designing. They offered us a lot of money. Enough money to enable us to make these terrible pictures and videos disappear forever.
Tomorrow, the same man who gave you this envelope will meet you again. Same time, same place. Please return this envelope to him. We trust that it will contain copies of the requested blueprints.
Thanks for your understanding and your willing cooperation,
Sincerely,
Aubree Trinchieri, Lead Operations Executive, T.B. Mail, Inc."

The entire executive staff was gathered around the conference table. Mister Black got out of his chair. Back straight, hands folded, and his usual stern business look. His head made a subtle nod in the direction of the door. The door swung open, and Harry entered with a tray of champaign glasses.
"Let's all raise our glass to celebrate our success in the Bradshaw case," mister Black announced.
"We received the final payment yesterday. We had substantial costs, first because we failed to recognize Bradshaw's preferences, and then later because this special operation required a different, more expensive setup than our normal work. But even after subtracting all these costs, there still is a net benefit for the company of well over twenty million. So here's to our success."
They all lifted their glasses and held them to their lips. Nobody actually drank. They knew that mister Black would notice, and never forget.

Then mister Black took an envelope out of his jacket.
"Arvin, you were the one who discovered the truth. You were bold enough to present your findings here, even though you knew they would be controversial. In the envelope you'll find the details of your raise. And if you want to spend some extra time at home, I'll grant you a week off."
"Thanks for the raise, mister Black. But if it's the same to you, I'd rather continue to do my work here."
Alvin knew exactly what response mister Black expected.

Mister Black turned towards Aubree holding another envelope.
"Aubree, you ..."
But she interrupted him. Loud gasps were audible in the room.
"No, mister Black. I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want a raise. Or a week off. I want something else. Something that will benefit the whole company, not just me."
Mister Black stared at her for a long time. She calmly, decidedly withstood his gaze.
"Okay," he finally spoke, "you have my attention."

"Over the past weeks, in between working with Lexi, I found time to review several old cases. And I have found that we missed more pedophiles and hebephiles. So I want to propose that we form a new unit, a Special Operations Unit. I volunteer to lead the unit. I think I can find more children like Lexi, children who actually really enjoy sex as much as we do and who will gladly assist in our operations."
She saw how mister Black was vehemently shaking his head.
"No!" he just said, "no, no, no! We are not going there. The Bradshaw case was a success, granted, but still not a day goes by without me wondering whether it wasn't a bad choice. I don't want to do be involved with any of that ever again. Let alone found a ..."

Aubree raised her hand abruptly, and to everyone's surprise this silenced mister Black.
"Mister Black, excuse the interruption, but I want to present some numbers. In our last completed fiscal year, we failed to deliver on contracts worth a total of almost eighty million dollars. I am fairly sure that at least sixty-five million of those were due to an underage attraction of the target. I don't know how many of those we would have closed but I assume an eighty percent rate to be a low estimate. So we're looking at 52 million at least. Further, I also found cases that we WERE able to close, but after huge investments, and that would have probably closed sooner if we had recognized and acted on the underage attraction. My estimate is that those would have saved the company an additional twelve million dollars."

Mister Black looked at her as if he first saw her. This was not the spontaneous idea that he had first taken it to be. This woman was prepared. She knew what she wanted. And she had the arguments to back it up.
"So if you refuse to found a Special Operations Unit, you are following your own basic feelings and sacrificing a lot of company profit over it."
She saw that mister Black was nearly convinced. Time for the final argument.
"Plus, when I started here as a field worker and you trained me, you taught me never to judge a fetish. You told me it's okay to refuse an assignment if you can't stomach whatever the target's fetish is, and that you'd find someone else, but that I still should not judge either the target or the coworker that does end up handling the case. So if you can't stomach this fetish, that's okay. But I can, and I want to use that for the benefit of the company. Please allow me to do this?"

Mister Black budged. He extended a hand. Aubree shook it.
"Everyone, please join me in welcoming our new Chief of Special Operations. Aubree, congratulations."
He took his champagne glass and downed it in one large gulp.

The boardroom was empty, except for mister Black. He was looking over the skyline.
He sighed, then said: "Harry, can you ..."
The door opened before he could finish his sentence.
"Bring you a large scotch, Trevor? Here. It's a triple."
Harry gave Trevor one of the glasses. The glasses touched. They drank in silence.

Gordon's brooding was interrupted when his phone signaled an incoming message.
He looked. Number unknown. Hesitantly, he opened the message.
"Dear mister Gordon. I am sorry for misleading you. I am sorry for lying to you. But a lot of the things I did and said were not lies. I really enjoyed pleasuring you, and I also really enjoyed when you pleasured me. I understand if you never want to see me again. But if you do, you now have my number. XXX, Lexi. P.S. I am not even really blond. That was a wig. Here is a picture of how I really look."

He saw a picture of a girl's face. Definitely Lexi, but with shoulder length, wavy black hair instead of the long blond hair he knew her with. And then another picture followed, showing the same girl completely naked.
Gordon felt his dick stir.