41-year-old businessman, Robert Saint, was in no doubt he had found the best whore ever of the 20 or so he had sampled in recent times. She was the best because she was the prettiest, but more than that - she was the best because she was 10 years of age. The fact sent exclamation marks of joy, caution and guilt blazing through his soul, as she nimbly clambered over him so he could take her place on the passenger seat. He did the same with adult whores, as it obviously gave more room for sexual manouvres away from the steering wheel. There was then an awkward silence as she sat herself down in the driver's seat, waiting. Of course, mused Robert, this was going to be a lot different to a normal whore: on account of her age, and exacerbated by the fact it was her first time doing this, the onus was on him to lead. Indeed her stepfather pimp, standing somewhere away from the car in the darkness in the old trailer park, had advised Robert to do just that. Simple, but kind of terrifying. Robert had to guide this little girl, whom he'd met only tonight, in his 'wishes' - within the parameters of the action agreed with pimp, Sean, of course. Well, he'd handed over his £105 and wasn't about to back out now.

"Okay, um, Hannah... will you come over here now?" He indicated the footwell. The child obediently climbed over, and looked uncertain about what position exactly to take up. "Oh, um, just kneel up."

It was quickly obvious she was too low for what he had in mind to start with. Hannah's dour expression on her pretty face seemed to suggest she anticipated giving suck - Robert reminded himself she had extensive knowledge, apparently - and she even looked to his crotch. However, that could wait: in the half an hour he had, Robert wanted to investigate, enjoy and kiss this sexy-as-hell female child. He pushed the seat back and reclined it a little, and then instructed Hannah to kneel up on it astride his legs. She did as told without the slightest hint of objection, but some nerves. Robert sensed it wasn't so much she was being 'nice' - although she probably would be too meek to protest at him - but that she was under threat of repercussions from Sean if she did not perform. He wondered if any of the money at all would be for her benefit.

"What a lovely face you've got," said Robert, as he took it in his hands and began to kiss it. First the cheeks - so rounded and unblemished - and then her mouth, pecking at first. Her light-red lipstick soon seemed to melt away, and he was tasting unadulterated child-lips and breath. She had green eyes: sweet, compliant and a little sad. It was obvious she had been kissed by men before, even though she gave little erotic responsiveness.

"Mmmm," he uttered approvingly, at the feel of her bare thighs, as much as the continued kissing. He clasped his hands around the ultra-smooth flesh and slid them up and down from knees to pelvis. Soon, he began tucking his fingers well underneath her skimpy blue shorts and investigating what a 10-year-old girl's bottom felt like. The terms 'tender' and 'warm' hardly did it service. In her present posture, its roundness and width was maximized, nevertheless his hands encompassed each buttock with his fingers extending invasively into her crack.

Next, Robert moved his hands up inside her T-shirt, satisfying his lust for her skinny torso. He sampled her soft sides and her cute ribcage under his roving grasp, and used her armpits to adjust her position for the kissing. The excitement of her young legs being open so near his groin was beginning to make itself felt. Hannah seemed remarkably relaxed with this aspect, and Robert got the impression that she could handle a fuck - if he'd been allowed to do that with her on this occasion. With a sigh, he reminded himself what he WAS allowed to do.

"Would you remove your T-shirt, sweetie," he said. With the barest hint of anxiety, the youngster dragged it up. "And your - oh..."

She was wearing no bra, and she looked puzzled at him expecting one. Hannah put her discarded T-shirt on the driver's seat and looked right at him, bare chested and solemnly awaiting continuation. "Smile, sweetie, you're so lovely."

She smiled, and Robert traced his fingertips slowly over the area that would one day be breasts but were now just the slighest perceptible raises. Her nipples were obvious enough, and he pressed his thumbs on them. Then he prompted her to kneel higher, and he begun a period of kissing and licking at child-chest. It could just as well have been a boy's, really, yet for some reason it was different - not that Robert had ever done this with a boy either. Her hips, which he kept returning to, were certainly different albeit in a subtle way.

He then had the child clamber out of her shorts and knickers, and of course this bit revealed her girlhood very plainly; entirely bald, as expected, although perhaps a little 'fatter' than expected. Hannah knew well enough he was looking at it, and clearly knew all about the function it played in the realm of men. Robert simply repeated everything he'd done so far, but this time with his hands roaming unemcumbered by knicker elastic. He could never tire of the tactile thrill of her buttocks, but now he added to it a medley of careful finger-assaults in her ass-crack and vagina. Hannah seemed to be totally unsurprised by this, although a little wary about it and flinching silently now and then.

"You okay?" asked Robert, as he pushed his index finger steadily up her bum to see how far it would go.

"Yeah," she said, with a mild look of distress.

He reached almost to the main knuckle, and then withrew a little squeamishly as he thought he detected 'mushyness' up there. It was certainly very warm and very snug. There was no obvious shit on it when he pulled out, though. He repeated the deed several more times, to the accompaniment of kissing her mouth. Her vagina - he used his other hand for hygiene's sake - seemed more delicate and tigher. However, he got up to the second knuckle in the child anatomy which surprised him with its elastic consistency. He was sceptical how the narrow hole could take an erect penis, even though he had been told it had done so many times.

For the next 10 minutes, Robert claimed his oral entitlement to her. For this he alternated two positions: Hannah standing on the seat, in front of his mouth, or kneeling across his lap with bum conveniently under his face. He spent a lot of time kissing and sucking her buttock-flesh, but not so much with his tongue in her crack, as it seemed to his middle-class sensibilities to be a something of a health-risk. Robert favoured cunt, and sucked on it intently whilst clasping on her butt to hold her tight to him. Hannah had to hunch over him to fit under the car roof in this position, but the effort and balance required from her intensifed the experience for Robert: it exaggerated the awesome sense of the child 'giving' her cunt to his mouth. It was a cunt that tasted of little apart from slight saltiness, but the thrill was in savouring the contours of it under his tongue.

Finally, after using no small amount of self-control not to cum already, Robert claimed his main purchase. "Can you give me the blowjob now, Hannah?"

"Yep, sure," she said.

"Thank you."

Robert repressed his dirty, guilty feelings as he removed his trousers and underwear. Hannah knew where she was needed, and shuffled her naked body down between his legs. She had quite obviously seen a man's hard-on before, and Robert reclined and tried to relax as her very young mouth approached it. He gasped as she enclosed her hand round the base of it - he had not expected that - and twitched his shaft as the warmth of her breath enveloped it. When he felt the snugness of her soft lips, it was all he could do not to pump his load.

"Easy," he said, somewhat humbled at the power a child had over his feelings.

He placed his hands on the mousy crown of hair beneath him to guide her in a slow, steady job. She would have undoubtably done it well of her own accord, anyway, within the limitations of her mouth-size, but it was pleasure-enhancing to caress her sweet head. Robert used mind-over-matter not to cum, and he take a look for a short while too: it was an essential pleasure to 'see' a child sucking his cock, as well as feeling it. He detected a questioning look on her awesome face, and he realised he had not given instruction on 'swallow' or 'spit' or whatever...

He decided not to, but he was beyond the point in making a rational choice in anything, anyway. After a few moments of somewhat impolite jabbing it in the corners of her mouth and bulging her pretty cheeks, he gave himself up to his exquisite tingle, and allowed it to fire. He jiggled his hips and consciously tensed his shaft for full propulsion.

"Urghhh! Swallow it all!" he grunted, giving himself up to the animal in him. She frowned earnestly, trying to comply. "No! Hold it it in your mouth, then spit it if you want."

As he strained out his last, he drew his sticky shaft out of her mouth, lifting her sweet young head away. He had heard her do a couple of sticky swallows already, but now she slowly let out a white drool from her lips. It was the cutest thing he'd ever seen - so unnatural yet so natural - as her chin became coated with they grey-white film, and dripped off. He handed the child a tissue box.

"Oh man," he sighed. "God, what have I done?" But he chuckled, whereas Hannah just seemed a bit non-plussed.