"It's another friend come to see you," said Sean, casually, as the doorbell rung. Hannah looked up, a little pouty. "Don't worry, you know him."

So, the guy is true to his word, thought Sean to himself. Bang on time too, 8.30pm. A week after prostituting Hannah on the streets - her first such adventure - the very kerb-crawler who chanced upon them that evening had returned. It had been rather cavalier, on reflection, to give the guy his mobile number and invite him to arrange a visit the house to 'further' his acquaintance with Hannah. But phone he did, and here he was in person, ready to part with his money for the privilege of sticking his dick into the 10-year-old's cunt or arse.

"Hi, Sean," he said at the door, visibly edgy.

"Hi Robert, come in. Relax man, you're among friends."

The slightly portly but otherwise healthy and clean-looking 41-year-old businessman followed Sean in, and was introduced - re-introduced in Hannah's case - to the 'friends'. Bill and Anthony were there, the latter just arrived from London in order to claim his time with Hannah in return for his generous sharing of little Camelia. As for the pervy but creative grandad Bill, well it was a Friday, which was always 'his' night. Dan was out with Michelle, to all intents and purposes his woman these days and Sean's in name only, and Simon was out and about somewhere 'scouting'. The last anybody had heard, he was apparently trying to get a 13 to 15-year-old or two into the fold 'for really good fucking.' The visitor, Robert, seemed to relax quite quickly in the present company, and his eyes were soon getting magnetized on Hannah. Sean had her dressed a bit like mutton tonight: trendy denim skirt, black tube top, and a touch of lipstick and cheek rouge.

"She's very happy to see you," said Sean, ruffling Hannah's sleek little brunette head. "She's only looking a little moody because I forgot to tell her you were coming."

"Oh," said Robert, offering the child a genial if unintentionally pervy smile.

"I'm not moody," protested Hannah, her smooth and pretty face working for composure.

"Whatever, sweetie," said Sean. "It doesn't matter," he said to Robert.

"Okay, good."

"You remember Robert, don't you, Hannah??" said Sean.

"Of course I do," she said in a slight whinge.

"So, remember your manners, then. Come on..." Sean ushered her into action, as she stood there mid-room, adjusting her mind to the prospect of four men this evening instead of three - five if you included Dan who would return later.

"Alriiiight. Hello, Robert," she said, walking up to him and giving him a smile.

"Hello, Hannah!" he gushed.

"Give her a kiss, if you want," said Sean.

"Oh, yes, certainly. I'd love to kiss such a lovely young lady."

Hannah offered her face, and the 41-year-old stooped down to peck affectionately either side of her mouth. It seemed a little understated somehow, given that his cock and semen had been in that very mouth only a week ago in a drab lorry park. "What would you like to drink, Robert?" she asked.

"Oh, thank you, sweetie. A cup of tea would be nice."

"She knows how to make that," said Sean, nodding for her to go and do it.

"Milk and sugar?" she enquired.

"Would you like milk or sugar?" corrected Bill, beginning to style himself as her mentor in real as well as roleplay.

"Would you like milk or sugar?" asked Hannah to Robert.

"Oh, just milk, sweetie. No sugar."

"You remember what everyone else wants too?" asked Sean.

"Yes."

While Hannah went away to do her waitressing and to comtemplate her star status in the company of the 4 men, the itinery was explained to Robert. After a few informalities and finalizing the pay agreements, he could have his personal 30 minutes with the child, either privately in the bedroom or downstairs with an audience. Then, after a little break, the evening's roleplay would be performed as directed by Bill. Sean and Anthony were to have a part in that - the latter happy to count it as his dues with Hannah - and Robert was welcome to participate too. The plot was simple this time: a game of 'speed-dating'. Two chairs would be placed either side of a central table, and there Hannah and one of the guys would 'chat' to each other about anything and everything, as if meeting for the very first time with a view to a courtship. Each guy had 3 minutes to talk with her, and at the end of it all a group vote was taken - Hannah's vote included - on who seemed the 'best matched' for a romance with her. The winner would get to take her out privately for a meal next weekend, followed by a stay in a motel, as well as getting a handjob and facial with her as an immediate prize - or bum-grinding her, whatever was his preference. The two best runners-up had to content themselves with a 'spit-roast' of her tonight. The last-placed guy simply had to jerk off and cum in her hair or on her back while the spit-roast was going on.

"Uh, what's a 'spit-roast'," asked Robert.

"She's on all fours, and one guy is in her mouth while the other is in her bum or cunt," explained Sean. "She'll be fully nude, but for you guys that's optional."

"Oh, right, 'spit-roast'," chuckled Robert, a little self-consciously.

"It will be gentle, of course," said Bill, just as Hannah came in with a tray of drinks.

"It's easier to do than you might think," said Anthony, keen to assert his expertise as a long-term pedo. "The girl needs 'a bit' of experience, in order to focus and relax enough to take penetration while managing not to bite our damn cock. The guy fucking has to be sensible about it too, so she doesn't get too many surprises and end up scratching the other guy with her teeth."

"Hannah's done it four - no, five - times with Simon and me," added Sean.

"What a girl," said Robert, in quiet admiration.

"First time, she nipped me quite bad, but that's because Simon went too hard up her arse," continued Sean. "The idiot. And the second time, her jaw got almost put out of joint, because he skull-fucked her too hard and did not time the movements with me. Idiot."

"Who is this Simon?" asked Robert.

"He's away. You might meet him one night, but don't be in a hurry," said Bill.

"Aghh, he's okay," said Anthony. "He didn't do any damage to my little Camelia."

They explained to Robert who Camelia was, and shared with him the particular skills of sex with a child as young as 6. They asked him if he might be interested in that age, himself, but he replied with a tepid, "Oh, I don't know."

"Talking of 'spitting', I bet she spits in these drinks, you know," said Sean. He patted Hannah's denim-clad 10-year-old bum.

"Stop it!" she whined, "I'll spill them." She managed to keep the tray in balance, as she went around serving.

"Better hadn't," he replied to his beloved step-daughter. "I bet you do, though, don't you? - spit in them?"

"Do not!" She sounded genuinely hurt by the suggestion.

"Nooo, I'm sure she doesn't," said Robert. "She seems such a nice girl." The pedo edge in his 'nice' smile was obvious again.

"Well, if you do, none of us would mind, sweetie," said Sean.

"I sure wouldn't," said Bill.

"Me neither," muttered Anthony.

After completion of drinks, and a little more chit-chat and mild child-fondling, Robert declared his decision. He stumped up the money for 30 minutes of general naked bonding with Hannah, culminating in an anal fuck. Also, he said he was up for doing it all in full view. Sean was liking the guy more and more, and reflected with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement on how anal was the fuck of preference on a girl by the majority of hetero pedos: about 55%, he reckoned, while cunt and mouth was probably split about 25/20. He could be wrong: Anthony, for one, thought it was more like 60% in favour of mouth - but knowing him he was probably thinking primarily about under 7-year-old girls.

The End

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In the next installment, Robert gets what he paid for, and the men enact speed-dating with the 10-year-old child.