I'd lost an expensive microwave and if I had owned a separate tumble dryer that would have gone too, my washing machine was a combination unit, top of the line model so I could set it to wash and then dry the clothes and set a time delay so that the machine would turn on when the electricity was cheapest.

I heard a few sounds from outside the kitchen window, the sound of footsteps on the gravel under the kitchen window, I was being watched by a peeping tom, just like earlier I was glad that I'd been well fucked just a few hours earlier or I might have been tempted to unbolt the back door and turn out the light, let nature take its course.

I spent thirty minutes wandering around the kitchen and dining room in the nude, I even washed the pots in the nude. I almost jumped out of my skin when I actually saw the face of my peeping tom, it was a guy from down the street, I'd seen him around, he had four kids all under school age and I was sure that his wife was actually pregnant again, he was short, he was ugly, he had a mouth full of black teeth, he dressed badly and he had body odour issues, I was seriously turned off, so I did the same to the kitchen light, the dining room light and the living room light.

I walked across the living room in the dark and because the room was dark I saw my peeping tom in the very poor street lights as he ran from the side of my house and out into the street.

I ascended the stairs, my nighty was in my bedroom, under my pillow, I stopped outside the door and listened, would it be safe to go in, I waited a moment and heard a faint, "huh...huh...huh...huh.....huh!"

Sarah was being fucked, Mark was obviously on top this time, I could hear the breath being knocked out of my daughter's body as Mark slammed down into her very energetically.

I went to Sarah and Dawn's bedroom, I'd have to just sleep naked but that was okay, so much of this evening I had been naked already after all.

Dawn was sitting up in bed, a book on her lap but she was fast asleep, I grasped her ankle and pulled her body gently down her bed, she'd remained sitting until I pushed her forehead and she fell back onto her pillow.

I climbed into Sarah's bed and when my head hit her pillow it was like someone flipping a switch, I went instantly into a deep sleep.

Something disturbed me in the middle of the night, I checked my watch, it was three o'clock, the only light in the room was from the street lamps just up the road, I looked over at Dawn, her bed was in the dim light of the street lamp while I was in the shadow cast by the wall. Dawn was still fast asleep, I held my breath so that I could hear any faint sounds in the house, 'Huh......huh.....huh....huh...huh..huh.huh.huhhuuuuuh!' Sarah and Mark were at it again or were they still at it from earlier, I remembered when I could fuck all night long with Paul and get up at eight o'clock and go to school the next morning. I could hear Mark and Sarah fucking but that wasn't what had woken me up, they were too quiet for that. Another sound, further down the passageway, Peter had woken up and was leaving his bedroom.

It had been a few weeks since the last time Peter woke in the middle of the night and dived into bed with me, he'd done the same thing about twice or three times a week since I moved him out of my bedroom and into a room of his own. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, I was getting ready to stop Peter crashing in on Sarah and Mark, especially as the 'Huh......huh.....huh...!' Had just started all over again but Peter was on the wrong side of the passageway for going into my bedroom, he came straight into Sarah and Dawn's bedroom, perhaps he heard that I was sleeping in Sarah's bed.

Peter marched straight into the room and Dawn suddenly flicked her cover off of her body and Peter clambered into bed with her. Peter and his sister kissed and I watched as Peter rubbed his hands all over the front of Dawn's body. He broke the kiss and whispered, "That's nicer kissing that way."

They kissed for a few more moments and I saw Peter paying a lot of attention to his sister's breasts through her nighty. Peter whispered something directly into Dawn's ear and she lifted her head and looked in my direction, "Sarah...Sarah, are you awake?"

Dawn had called out barely over a whisper to test if her sister was awake or not, "Okay!"

I saw Dawn wriggle her body and suddenly she pulled her nighty off over her head. she went to pull Peter down against her again to kiss some more, "No, those as well."

Dawn wriggled out of her knickers and then she and Peter cuddled together again, kissed for a few more minutes and then Peter wriggled down her body slightly, his mouth clamped over her right breast and his hand slipped between her legs. I saw his wrist resting on Dawn's pussy mound as his fingers worked inside Dawn's pussy.

Dawn gasped and her hips lifted, she gasped a few more times and then collapsed onto the bed. Peter stopped sucking on her breast and whispered, "Was that nice for you?"

"Ohhhhhh yesssss!" She purred through gasps diminishing orgasm.

"Going to make me feel nice now?"

"Did you mess your nappy/?"

"No!"

"Did you wet your nappy?"

"No."

Dawn put her hand down the front of Peter's pyjama bottoms and inside his nappy and then she pushed both down his body, pulling his nappy off like it was a pair of underpants. Peter pulled his own pyjama top off and now both of my kids were totally naked in Dawn's bed. They cuddled together, kissed for a few minutes while Dawn rubbed Peter's little cock to its full height of one and a half inches. "I'm ready now!"

Dawn twisted her upper body and hunched over her brother's lap, she was licking the crown of his cock as she pulled his foreskin down. I could see every movement of her tongue over his little cockhead. "Do it properly!"

"I've seen mum do this to dad a million times and she always started out by licking him like this."

"But I like the other way better."

Dawn opened her mouth and her head lowered down the length of his cock. She sucked him for a full ten minutes and then pulled her head away, "Have I done enough?"

Peter grinned at his sister and nodded his head. They both dressed quickly and quietly and slipped under Dawn's cover and all three of us fell asleep, the last thing that ran through my mind was, 'No wonder Peter has stopped sharing a bed with me.'

I woke with a start, it was light, Dawn was still fast asleep with Peter's head huddled against her breast, I checked my watch, seven o'clock on Saturday morning, I was confused as to what had woke me up. There was a knock at the front door and the distant sound of the front door bell coming from the direction of the kitchen.

I looked out of the window, an overweight black man was knocking at my front door, there was a van in front of my house and a tall, skinny, gaunt looking man standing at the side of the van. I knocked on the window to attract the man's attention. The white man looked up, "Someone at the window Winston!"

The accent of the white man was heavily Eastern European. I spotted Sarah's nighty under her pillow so I put that on even though it was two sizes too small for me. I ran down the stairs and opened the front door a crack, "Mrs Clark?"

"Yes."

"Delivery, dining room furniture."

"I haven't ordered..."

"Furniture was ordered by Mr Cooper for express delivery."

"Oh, okay, sorry, I'm not properly dressed, I need to..."

"Sorry misses, if you're not ready I'll just have to drop everything here in the front garden, I've got another delivery on the other side of town at seven thirty!"

"Oh, okay."

I stepped back and opened the door wide for Winston, "Lovely...Mrs Clark, you have a lovely...erm, house!"

He looked at my front door, "The table's too large to get through the twist into the living room, can you open the back door please?"

I looked at the van; the other man was at the van's back door, opening it and jumping up into the back. I went through and unbolted the back door, by the time I opened it Winston was standing there smiling at me, his hands were behind his back and he was holding one end of a large table. I stepped aside. Winston stepped in through the door, twisting the table onto its side as he did so that it would go through the open doorway.

"Is that your kettle I can hear boiling Mrs Clark?"

Stupidly I looked at the kettle, there was no way the kettle was switched on, I'd emptied what was left of the hot water last night to wash the pots... 'God you're dumb, he's telling you that he wants a drink, telling you now so it'll be drinkable by the time he has to leave!'

"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"

"Coffee please, white with three sugars for me, black with one for my mate Ziggy!"

There was a lot of backwards and forwards to the van, two large and very heavy boxes of backing cards, a leather seat with five legs and castor wheels, four rolls of clear film to seal the products to the backing cards and four large boxes of plastic moulds for me to work on. While Ziggy attached a cabinet to the left side of the table and a draw pod to the right Winston made one last trip to the van.

A pack with two thousand screws in it, an extension lead with four sockets on it and a meter to measure what power I'd used while working at the table. Winston picked up his coffee and while he drank it he spent the whole time complimenting me and flirting with me, for about the first time in my life I spotted every flirt, every double entendre and every lecherous look he threw at me.

I was flattered, I was turned on, apparently the afterglow of a fuck, no matter how good the fuck was less than twelve hours!

I checked the milk bottle in the fridge, I'd used most of my weekend supply of milk already and this morning there would be five of us hitting the cereal bowls for breakfast.

I still couldn't go into my bedroom for my clothes but I had a long mackintosh so I wrote out a note, 'Shopping for milk! Back in fifteen minutes.'

I pulled my coat on top of Sarah's nighty and grabbed my handbag, slipped my feet into my shoes and headed out of the house in the direction of Ali's shop. It was seven thirty in the morning on a Saturday so there would be few people about at that time of day. Ali's shop was empty of customers, I picked up a bottle of milk and then put it back, I picked up a jumbo bottle of milk, four pints, that should definitely last until Monday.

I walked down the length of the shop looking at the men's magazines on the top shelf, all very sexy and all the models on the front covers looked very young. I reached the cash desk and Ali greeted me with a smile and a warm welcome, I opened my purse and saw the three twenty pound notes. I pulled one out and offered it to Ali to pay for my milk. Ali rang it up and offered me my change.

The little devil sitting on my shoulder was prodding me with its spear, urging me to say something that was so far away from my usual lifestyle that I blushed a little just from the thought.

"When you send a man to one of your girls..." I looked around the shop, "...what percentage do you charge?"

"What on earth can you mean Mrs Clark?"

"Don't come the innocent with me Mr Alimohamed, even my daughter, Sarah, knows that you manage several prostitutes from under the cover of your innocent grocery and newspaper store, she told me all about it yesterday! That's why I wasn't surprised when you sent Greg out to me last night."

Ali raised his eyebrows and smiled, "If I'm providing the apartment for the girl and her family to live in, I get seventy-five percent. If I just provide the girl with a room for the night, I get fifty percent and if the girl has her own place...I get twenty-five percent! I'm fair with the girls so they are usually fair with me."

"Well then, I guess I owe you fifteen pounds for last night!"

Ali smiled at me, "You can have Gregory for free. He's a very good friend, when my girls get into trouble Mr Gregory looks after them in court, sometimes he gets them off before they even get to court."

I'd proffered Ali fifteen pounds of the change that he'd given me from my twenty pound note. He patted my hand, "You're a very pretty lady, if you dressed in your daughter's clothes you'd earn a small fortune from the men who like young girls! I've got a few school uniforms in the store room that would fit you, if you wanted to do something nice for me to repay me for introducing you to such a nice man as Mr Gregory, you could model some of them for me!" Ali grinned as he said it so that if I over reacted to his comment he could say in all innocence that he was joking.

It was Ali's turn to look around the shop now, "No one in at this time of the day Mrs Clark, I sometimes think I'd be better off taking a nap on my little bed in my back store room. I have to be open at six o'clock for the paperboys to collect their newspapers and the few early workers but from six thirty on a Saturday morning until nine o'clock I might as well close my doors and take a nap."

'Now that's another example of what Sarah was talking about yesterday, Ali said almost the same thing to you last year, you heard him, you watched his actions but you didn't think it was anything more than an innocent comment!'

I looked at Ali, took all of him in, he was wearing his usual long white shirt, the Thobe Jabba, that reached all the way down to his ankles, an English gilet that looked like an old kapok life jacket over the top to keep the cold out, even though it was actually twenty-six degrees outside and his thin cotton trousers that were cuffed at the ankles but wait, I was wrong, I could see his ankles but there were no trousers under his long shirt, I would have put money on the fact that he always wore trousers under his long white shirt. As I looked over the counter so see his ankles and feet I saw that his shoes were his usual leather sandals, like rubber flip-lops but with a leather ring that slipped over his big toe rather than between his toes, with no socks on as usual, even when there was snow on the streets.

I'd seen all of that before, seen it a thousand times but this time was the first time that I'd seen his erection pushing at the front of his long shirt away from his body. I was looking down towards his feet when I noticed him reach under the glass topped counter, he reached into a cardboard box marked with the price of one pound and twenty-five pence and he took out a foil wrapped condom. He passed the condom from finger to finger like a gambler would do with a poker chip if he was bored or if he wanted to try and destroy the concentration of his opponent.

"I could show you my store room. Many ladies like to see what I have on offer back there."

'You missed two propositions there Vicky...Ali is suggesting that he closed the store for a while to go in the back room to play, he even has the condom in his hand to use on you or he'd probably be just as happy if you played dress-up for him!'

I just stood there looking at the prominent bulge in the front of his shirt, 'Well, you've got the 'spotting the obvious' propositions down pat...now all you have to work on is the 'what to do when you've spotted the offer' and do you want to do anything with Ali?'

Winston's attention earlier had turned me on, I guess that the relief you get from a damned good fucking lasted around twelve hours before you get the itch again. From the age of around twelve I was fucked every day by Paul, after my first 'Unprotected fuck' I'd gone on the pill for around seven years before I developed an allergic reaction to one or other of the chemical compounds in the pill and we had to go onto condoms for birth control, Paul hated using condoms and so we started to have 'Different' kinds of sex, oral sex, anal sex and titty-fucks, Paul didn't mind where he climaxed just so long as he climaxed at least once a day, preferably twice or more times a day.

Now, if, as I insisted on telling myself every day since he left me, it was all down to him, 'He was the one needing sex all the time and not me!' Then why was it that whatever method Paul used to get his own climax, I actually used my fingers to get my own pleasure while he was having his? I'd been the one that actually initiated full sex that first time when we were caught doing it by my mother but every time after that it had been Paul that had been the 'Fire starter' as it were. I'd lost the skill of asking someone for sex...that's if I ever had the skill in the first place, I had only asked the one time in my life.

If Winston had taken the next step, gone from being flattering, suggestive and lecherous to actually touching, I'd have let him fuck me even with Ziggy watching! 'Stop that, you can lie to others whenever you want but you can't lie to yourself...you would have let Winston fuck you because Ziggy was there watching you and after Winston had finished with you, you'd have wanted Ziggy as well!'

I didn't really want to let Ali fuck me, especially not in the dingy back room of his shop on a stained bed that had probably been used to fuck hundreds of women before. I felt a shiver run through my body as I saw Ali's cock jump under his shirt and then a little damp patch appeared through the thin cotton. In truth, I didn't mind if Ali fucked me or not, I could justify it to myself on the grounds that he had sent Greg out to proposition me and that had led me to the best fuck of my life so I could put up with Ali grunting into me for ten minutes, it's just, well... 'Come on be honest...if he wanted to fuck you here in the shop, just slip it in from behind as you leaned over his cash desk...you'd be more happy to let him!'

I was agreeing with my inner voice as Ali slipped the foil wrapped condom into the pocket of his long shirt and headed for the shop door, he walked out into the street and looked both ways, then he kicked the wedge, that was holding the door open, out of the way and turned the thumbwheel to lock the door. He selected a sign that had been hanging on the back of his notice board and hung it from the sign that usually said open or closed. From the shape of the sign it was probably the one that said, 'Ring bell for attention!' It was the sign that he used if he was taking a delivery around the back of the shop, straight into the store room.

I was still standing facing the cash desk. In the back of my mind I really wanted to be fucked bent over that cash desk, right there in the shop where anyone walking or driving past could see me. I had turned my head to the side to watch Ali as he walked to the door but as the shiver ran through my body from the thought of being fucked in the shop bent over the counter I had to grab a hold of the edge to hold myself up. Ali walked down to me and then he stood behind me, he placed his hands on my hips and pressed himself against the back of my coat and he kissed the back of my neck.

Ali kissed around my neck to my earlobe and whispered, "Mrs Clark, you keep saying no to my advances but your eyes and your body are screaming out yes!"

Ali eased me away from his counter and turned me towards the back of his shop, I wanted to scream out, "Do it here, right here in the shop, not back there in the store room!"

Ali was guiding me with one hand on my bottom, zigzagging through the rows of shelves towards the store room door. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you. You look so much like your daughters that I'll be imagining that I'm fucking Dawn or Sarah while I'm fucking you!"

I should have been outraged, last week I probably would have been, having such an old man talking about my innocent children in that way but after last night, after I witnessed that neither of my daughters were actually innocent, that Sarah had her older boyfriend and that so Dawn was frustrated, so desperate to experience a boy that she was practicing with her younger brother. A massive body quake shuddered through me, there was no way that Ali missed I, I looked back at him, he was nodding his head and grinning at me. Ali reached past me and pushed the door to the back of his shop open.

Ali stood looking at me as he unfastened the four buttons from the neck of his long shirt to the chest, then he reached out and undid the four, much larger, button that held the front of my mackintosh closed, he eased my coat over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, he put his hand into his pocket and took out the condom, he handed it to me and then pulled his shirt off over his head, under the shirt he was totally naked, no vest or underpants, nothing at all. He started a little chant in front of me as he reached out to fondle my breasts through Sarah's nighty.

I looked at him confused as a shiver of excitement ran through my body, waiting for the act to start, "Don't look so confused Mrs Clark...or should I say, Mrs Alimohamed, I've just married you because in my religion it would be a sin to look upon the naked body of a woman that I am not married too, don't worry though, as soon as I finish fucking you, I'll divorce you and let you get back to calling yourself Mrs Clark again."

Ali pulled my nighty off over my head, we were now both naked in his store room, I looked around, there was no bed to be seen but I'd missed the new mattress, still in its wrapper, propped against the wall behind a shelving unit. Ali dragged the mattress out from behind the shelves and pulled it down onto the floor, okay, not so new a mattress, one side was clean but the face that was now pointing upwards had hundreds of dried stains in the surface of the plastic cover.

I was pushed down onto the mattress and Ali knelt between my thighs, he was making his move but the condom was still in its wrapper, I quickly tore the foil open and rolled the condom over Ali's cock just before he plugged me. Ali's cock was the same length as Paul's, slightly thinner though, I just lay there expecting the fuck to be ...let's say...uneventful, rather than boring and for the first few minutes I just lay there like a wet fish as Ali grunted into me. "I wonder if Sarah or Dawn will be as willing as you to lay under me like this."

Now it could have been Ali mentioning fucking Sarah or Dawn that lit the blue touch-paper or it could have been that I suddenly spotted a CCTV monitor fixed to the wall of the store room above the door showing a feed from the store looking out into the street that got my interest but the next change of view on the screen was me and Ali, laying on the mattress and that image triggered my actions, I'm not sure which trigger it was, all I do know was that one moment I was lying there like a slab of cold meat and the next I was the bucking bronco, giving Ali the ride of his life. Every muscle in my body was contracting at the same time causing me to sit up, lifting Ali's body with me.

Ali gasped at my sudden, exaggerated, movement and he began his climax just as the shop bell sounded, Ali didn't even look at the screen, he'd got to the point of no return, his own personal bus couldn't pull over to pick up any new passengers, it was rolling without breaks, washing over him, fortunately not reaching my insides though because of the latex force field.

While Ali pounded away I did look at the screen, it took a few seconds to cycle to the external view again, I saw a short fat man carrying a bundle of magazines, he'd given up on the front door and was walking away.

Ali was running the gamut of every profanity he knew, in English as well as in Arabic, as he went through his own spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Ali was just backing out, a final jerk of his muscles to wish my cunt a fond farewell. I was about to push myself up onto my elbows to look at Ali's cock as it softened after his climax when the door burst open and the short ball of flesh with the magazines walked in on us. "Aha! I knew that it had to be sex if you didn't answer the door to a customer Ali my old Friend."

Ali smiled, "You know me too well my friend."

The man handed Ali the magazines he was carrying and stepped onto the mattress and dropped to his knees in between my open legs, he stroked my tits and down to my pussy, "How old are you darling?"

Before I could answer Ali said, "She's sixteen but it's her fertile period so you'll need a condom!"

'Sixteen, who the hell is Ali trying to kid, there was no way I could pass for sixteen!'

Ali pulled his long shirt back on and went to his cash desk, the man was stripping off as I watched Ali picking up a fresh condom, Ali returned and handed me the fresh condom. I tore the foil as the man pulled his underpants down and then his cock came into view, it was short, like he was and it was fat, just like he was. He wasn't circumcised and just like Greg, when I tried to skin back to uncover his cockhead the hole in the end was too small, his foreskin making his already fat cock even fatter.

I had to stretch the roll of latex with both hands to open it wide enough to roll over his cockhead and down his shaft. Because his cock was so short though, the condom did skin all the way down to his balls. When he plugged in to my cunt I screamed, there was no way that I should have screamed but he threw his cock into me so hard and so fast that it was very painful. It was intended to be very painful, he was fucking me with unnecessary force and power, he was doing it deliberately to try and hurt me to enhance his own pleasure.

It was all good for me though. Mainly because Ali was standing over us watching every move his friend made and the back door was still wide open. The man pinched my nipples hard as he rammed his cock into my cunt ever harder, I pulled his hand away from my tits and brought it up to my neck, he smiled down at me and started to apply pressure to my neck, he started to strangle me as I fought for enough oxygen to feed my muscles during my powerful orgasm and now Ali's friend was strangling me with one hand, I looked up into Ali's eyes as I started to grey out, Ali was enjoying the show.

I was out of it for a few seconds but the guy got the climax of his life, he couldn't stop going on about it, he and Ali went into the shop chatting about it as I looked through one of the magazines the guy was delivering, they were all books about under age sex, under the counter books, the kind that would never make it to Ali's top shelf. I dressed as quickly as I could and as I was leaving Ali called me back, "You've forgotten your milk. Ali was holding my milk, well, he was holding a carrier bag with my large bottle of milk inside it, "I'd forget my head if it were lose!"

I almost ran home, left my milk in the bag on the countertop and picked up the note I'd left for the kids, they were still in bed so they hadn't read it. I settled down in front of my new work station and started to work, I cut twenty brackets off of the first mould tree. Sanded the cut edge from all twenty brackets. I pulled ten backing cards from the box and then started mounting the twenty brackets on the ten cards with the clear film. I punched ten holes in the top of the cards and I stood them inside the top drawer of the pod, my first forty pence earned as a home worker. I was on my tenth batch when Sarah and Mark walked in through the living room, both naked, Mark didn't have a choice, his clothes were all still in my washing machine, I hadn't even checked if they were dry or anything.

Sarah got two bowls and the box of cereal, she opened the fridge, "Mum, there's no milk!"

"Look in the bag on the side."

Sarah pulled the bag open, Mum, why is all this money in here?"

I jumped up; there was thirty pounds in the bag, all in grubby five pound notes and a note from Ali that just said 'Fifty percent!'

"Ali must have put it in there."

"Mum, you didn't! Not with Ali!"

I wouldn't usually have been so open, not talking openly about but I felt that we'd all grown up a little overnight, grown up and grown a little closer together. We all had our needs and those needs were all the same, thirteen or thirty-two...hell, two or thirty-two, it seemed we all needed some form of sex.

"Welllllll...not just Ali, another guy as well."

"Who?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea who the man was that fucked me after Ali had finished but the fact that I'd admitted to having sex when Sarah saw the bruising around my throat she assumed that it was love bites rather than mild strangulation.

Sarah and Mark took their breakfasts through to the living room and sat on the sofa next to each other, I stood in the doorway holding my payment.

"I don't know, he was delivering some magazines for Ali to sell under the counter."

Sarah thought about it for a moment and then she looked at Mark, "Ali offered me fifty pounds for sex after he saw me kissing you that first time!"

Mark took a spoonful of cereal and chewed it as he waved his spoon roughly in Sarah's direction, "Fifty...really...fifty quid, that would come in handy, you could get that mobile phone you wanted, fifty would get you the Huawei Nexus and the first ten pounds worth of calls."

Sarah looked at Mark's lap, they had been fucking all night long but his red and very sore looking cock sprang to life. Sarah moved the hand that Mark was holding his spoon in out of the way and then she climbed onto his lap, "Looks like the thought of me letting an old Paki fuck me turns you on!"

I watched as Sarah wriggled her bottom to get Mark's cock in her cunt and then they both just sat there eating their breakfast. I looked at the window, a man was walking down the road and he looked over at our house, spotted Sarah and Mark sitting there in the nude eating breakfast, he couldn't see Sarah below the waist but he could see her tits and it made him walk into the back of a parked car. "We really need net curtains at that window."

I went right back to working on my brackets. I'd completed two hundred cards by the time Dawn and Peter came down. Peter followed Dawn around like he was her puppy and she was his mistress.

Act 4, A general store and newsagent's shop on the edge of the Saffron Lane council estate, a soon to be thirteen year old girl is pacing up and down outside the shop nervously, it is a hot summers day and the girl is dressed in a simple halter top mini dress that her mother had worn twenty years earlier so it was a little threadbare but because of the styling and material, it still looked as good as the day it was made.

Ali had made the offer to pay me fifty pounds to let him have sex with me just three weeks ago, he'd driven past me and my boyfriend kissing at the bus stop and the next time I went in his shop he had served every other customer before he would even look at me. By the time I got to the counter with my bag of sweets the shop was empty. I'd calculated the value of my sweets and had the correct change, I offered the money to Ali but he seemed reluctant to take it from me.

"Did I see you kissing a boy yesterday?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, how could I possibly know what Ali had or hadn't seen yesterday?

"I did, I'm sure it was you and Mark, I know Mark very well, he came to me for a paper round when he was fourteen but his school wouldn't sign the permission slip because he isn't such a good student. I thought that your kisses were extremely passionate for such a young girl as you."

Again, I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Are you still a virgin? A girl as passionate as you, I can't imagine it."

I have no idea why I did it but I nodded my head, I was still a virgin but I couldn't see what it had to do with our local shopkeeper.

"I'll give you fifty pounds if you come with me right now into my back room and have sex with me!"

Now I really acted my full twelve years and ten months old, Ali's proposition had shocked me more than upset me but I reacted in the only way I could, I dropped the money on the counter and stomped out of the shop.

I'd been in Ali's shop on my own six times since that first proposition but Ali had never mentioned it again and now that I was here, I couldn't work out how to bring up the fifty pounds for sex again. If I walked in the shop he would do what he'd done the previous six times, just serve me with a smile.

I walked from the north side of the shop, passed the large window and the open door to the south side of the shop, Ali had watched me, the shop was totally empty of customers, I had no idea how a shop that seemed to have so few customers could remain open. I know that the shop got more customers in the week and a lot more customers in the evening but at ten o'clock on a Sunday morning, I was the only person on the street as far as the eye could see.

I stopped ten yards past the shop and turned, I wished that I'd have waited until Mark could come with me, not to go in the shop with me but having him around would have boosted my confidence. Sunday mornings Mark played football, I would have loved to go with him but his father took him to the matches and he wouldn't have appreciated finding out that his son's girlfriend was five years younger than him.

I walked from south to north, it was the eighth cycle, the eighth time that I'd walked from the south to the north. Ali was standing on the doorstep as I passed, he smiled at me, "I might have to charge you for wear and tear if you wear a grove in my pavement Miss Clark!"

I wanted to make a sarcastic comment but I also wanted to try and earn fifty pounds. I stopped in front of Ali, I took a deep breath, "I was just wondering if...erm...if you had any paper rounds going so I can make some spending money!"

"Paper rounds come and go Miss Clark but I think that when I send in the request to your school they will think you too young to do a paper round and refuse to sign the consent slip. I'd get into serious trouble if I gave you a paper round without the correct permissions from school and parents."

I'd thrown Ali a lifeline, told him that I needed money but he just ignored the offer...I must have really pissed him off when I turned him down earlier in such a childish way. I nodded my head, I mumbled "Okay!" Under my breath, turned to walk away but Ali called me back. I stood in front of him in the shop doorway. He looked both ways up and down the road before gesturing with his head inside the shop, indicating that I should follow him. Ali walked to the cash desk but he remained on the shop side of the counter, he leaned his back against the desk and looked at me as I caught him up.

"So Miss Clark, you now need money and you come to me to earn it, if you think back just a few days you might remember that I offered you a quick way to earn quite a lot of money for a girl of your age!"

"Yes, you offered me fifty pounds to have sex with you back there!" I gestured to the back of the shop and the store room door.

"You're right, you have a very good memory and you seem a lot more grown up today than you did even as late as last Friday. Unfortunately the fifty pounds was to have sex with a virgin, I believe that you are no longer a virgin...am I correct in that assumption?"

I nodded my head,

"So now, your value to me as a sex toy is just twenty-five pounds!"

My jaw dropped, I felt affronted, "But...but you gave my mother thirty pounds yesterday and you left a note saying that it was just fifty percent! So my mother was worth sixty pounds and I'm only worth twenty-five, that's ridiculous."

"Did your mother tell you what she did for her thirty pound share?"

"Well...no, she didn't have to say, I knew that she has been here early in the morning to buy milk and come home with a large bottle of milk in a bag with thirty pounds and a hand written note from you...I recognised your handwriting."

Yes I did put the money in your mother's bag and I wrote the note but the money wasn't from me, your mother gave me sex for free. One of my suppliers came in and saw her in the nude in my store room, he thought your mother was a sixteen year old girl, his favourite age group, he's a particularly aggressive man and likes to have rough sex...your mother played along with him and allowed him to strangle her as he had really violent sex with her and because of that he paid her sixty pounds, I took half for introducing them and letting them use my room for their business!

I don't know why hearing Ali talking about my mother having sex excited me but I developed goose bumps all over my body and my mouth went dry. Ali must have known exactly why I was there, the old dress that I'd found in my mother's rag box was so tight in the body that Ali was in no doubt that the dress was the only item of clothing that I was wearing as I stood in front of him.

"How much money do you need?"

I had no idea what it had to do with Ali why I needed the cash but I still needed to keep in his good books after turning him down the only time he'd made the offer so I decided not to smart mouth him this time, "I need a smart phone and my mum doesn't have that kind of money to spare at the moment."

"How much do you need?"

"Well, fifty pounds would buy a reasonable phone and put a little credit on it for the first month!"

"So, fifty pounds would get you what you need?"

I nodded my head.

"Or rather, if someone offered you a mobile phone with twenty pounds of credit you'd be happy to have sex with him?"

I thought for a moment, "Yes, so long as it was one like the iPhone or the Samsung Galaxy, something like that."

"You think you could have got one of those with credit on it for fifty pounds?"

"No, I know that I can get a 'Huawei' for that with twenty pounds of credit on it, what I meant was that I didn't want a clamshell, the screens are too small or one of those Nokia 100 type that doesn't have a camera or anything. I want a proper smart phone."

"Mmmm, let me think about this for a moment!"

Ali was walking up and down he shop talking on his own telephone, he kept looking over at me and a few times he held up his phone in front of him and told me to smile as he took my photograph for one of the men he was talking to.

"Okay Sarah, one of my very good friends would like to meet you, he will give you the telephone that you want with twenty pounds of credit on it if he can do whatever he wants to do to you for one hour! What do you say?"

"Who is he?"

"Doesn't matter who a man is, if you're offering sex for gain you have to do it with anyone willing to pay you, no matter who they are."

Actually that even made sense to me in a warped kind of way. I guess that it was the money or the gift that was attractive to the woman not the man's looks.

"So Sarah, shall I call my friend back and tell him you're willing to give your body to him for an hour in exchange for a smart phone?"

"And twenty pounds of credit on the phone?"

"And twenty pounds worth of credit on the phone!"

"Will your friend let me see the phone first, make sure that it works before I...you know?"

Ali looked a little exasperated but he nodded his head and walked from the shop talking to his friend while standing out on the street for a few minutes. When he returned to the shop he closed and locked the door, hung a notice on it telling customers to ring the bell for attention before returning to the counter, he had a smile on his face, "Right Miss Clark, erm. Sarah...we need to discuss our contract. My friend is coming here to fuck you and pay you with a smart phone. My terms are fifty percent of the payment for a girl...I can't see myself using your phone for two weeks of the month and making ten pounds worth of calls, so, as the phone is worth fifty pound, do you have twenty-five pounds to give me for my share?"

I would have burst out laughing if it wasn't so tragic. "I don't have twenty-five pence to my name."

"Well then, how would you propose to pay me my share?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea!"

Ali put his hand on the small of my back touching bare flesh just above the line covered by the back of my borrowed halter dress and he eased me towards the store room, "Why don't we head into the back room to wait for my friend to arrive. We could discuss a payment method in private!"

Ali guided me through the doorway into the storeroom and up to the little desk where he did his bookwork. He positioned me so that I was facing away from him with my hips pressing against his desk. He started to rub his hands over my body through my dress, "Right, I already offered to pay you twenty-five pounds for sex and it looks like that's about what you'll owe me once my friend gets here with your telephone so I propose that I fuck you first and get you all warmed up for my very good friend Benjamin. What do you say?"

I couldn't see any other way that I'd be able to pay Ali his commission for the introduction and the use of his room so I just nodded my head. Ali pulled the mattress out from behind the shelving unit and let it fall flat on the floor, then he looked over his shoulder at me, "You might as well take your dress off for me, save me a job."

Ali went to a large steel cabinet at the back of the room that was fastened closed with a combination padlock, he came back to his desk with a large spine of blank writable DVDs and something that looked like a baby's dummy for a baby with a very large mouth, it was about an inch and a half long and more than that in circumference. When Ali placed it on the table he stood it on its flat base and it transformed into looking like a giant pawn from an oversized chess set.

"You know what that is on my desk?"

"Yes. It's a computer."

"Well, it is partly a computer, you're right about that but it is also the recorder for my six CCTV cameras. I've altered it slightly. I can make four copies of films stored on my hard drive at the same time or three copies of a pre-recorded DVD in the master drive."

Ali opened the DVD storage spine and placed four blank writable DVDs into the four bays on the front of the tower. And then he started to use the mouse and keyboard to take the recordings made on his hard disk drive recorder to seven forty-five the morning before and then wound forward until his storeroom door opened and then he paused the playback. Ali set the four DVDs to record the feed from the hard drive and because the playback was paused so was the record, once Ali was happy he pressed the play button and as the playback started over again so did the four DVD writers.

I watched my mother enter the storeroom with Ali right behind her, I watched Ali undress my mother and put her on her back on the mattress he had just put on the floor behind me, I saw him try to put his cock in my mum's cunt before she got the chance to roll the condom on his cock and then I watched as Ali began fucking my mother while she lay on the mattress on her back with her arms stretched out to her sides, Ali was doing all the work and my mother just lay there motionless, well she was motionless until she looked directly into the camera and then she started bucking her body like a bronco trying to throw her rider.

I was mistaken, she looked like she was trying to throw Ali off but she hooked her heels over Ali's buttocks and her arms around his neck as she became very animated under him. I checked the CCTV monitor, it took quite a while to spot the tiny camera screwed to the bottom of the monitor's chassis.

As I watched my mother being fucked Ali was talking to me about the roles and responsibilities of a prostitute, things like: No matter what they wanted to do to me I had to take it and pretend to enjoy it, no matter how disgusting I thought it was. "Men get enough grief at home from their wives so if they are paying good money for sex they expect the girl to be happy, pleased to see them, agree with everything they say, do whatever they were asked to do willingly and immediately! The customer is paying for a service and the girl has to provide it, be a good actress, make the man feel that he's the most special man in the world."

As my mother and Ali fucked the outside door opened and another man walked in, my mother became even more animated as Ali finished off and they gave my mother two minutes to recover from her exhaustive workout. I watched the second man having sex with my mother. The sex was far more aggressive that Ali's sex had been and in the end he choked my mother until she passed out before he had his own climax. I have to say that I felt uncomfortable watching the violence, Ali mentioned that most of it was my mother playacting to give the man a greater thrill.

Ali paused the recording at the point where my mother pulled her dress over her head. He switched from recorded feed to real time feed and selected the feed from camera six and then started the recording going again, now he was recording me, standing there naked and him, standing behind me in his long white shirt. I watched on the computer screen as Ali pulled his long shirt off, I went to turn to face him but he pushed me back towards the computer monitor, he made me spread my legs as he came in behind me, he spat into the palm of his left hand and rubbed the spittle all over the head of his cock, then he spat onto the tips of his left index and middle finger and rubbed them all over my bottom.

I was watching everything on the screen in black and white but was feeling it all in real life Technicolor. Ali pressed his hips against my buttocks and then stabbed his cock into my bum hole. There was far too much resistance so he pulled back and repeated the spitting and rubbing routine of both his cock and my bum. "Wait, shouldn't you be wearing a condom?"

"Don't be silly, you can't get pregnant in that hole."

Ali pushed against my bottom again and this time he managed to get the head of his cock into my backside and as I gasped in pain and panted rapidly to try and dissipate it a little he stood still. He gave me two minutes to get used to the home invasion and then he slowly pushed all of his cock into my bottom.

Ali spent twenty minutes slowly fucking me in my bottom until he climaxed up in there, I felt the spurting of his spunk inside my bowl. He picked up the large black pawn and as he pulled his cock out of my bum he replaced it with the rubber bung.

Ali wiped his cock clean and then pulled his long white shirt back on. Ali picked up his mobile phone, selected a number from his contacts list and pressed the call button. "Hi Benjamin, Sarah's ready for you now, all greased up and waiting."

Ali paused the recording and checked how much time was left available on the DVD disks. The outside door opened just three minutes later, as the man walked in I gasped, "Mr Thorn!"

"Hi Sarah, I thought that there must be another Sarah Clark when Ali told me that you were here to swap an hour of your body for a smart phone. You're the last girl at school that I believed would have sex for money."

Ben Thorn was holding a plastic carrier bag in one hand. He dipped his other hand into the bag and pulled out a box with Samsung emblazoned across it.

"The phone shop was out of Huawei phones so I had to go for this one. It's seventy five pounds so I'm going to need you to pay for it in two instalments."

I looked at Ali. A more expensive phone meant that I had to give Ali more!

"Can I see it work?"

"Sure, I programmed my number into the contacts list so that you can call me when you're ready to make the second instalment but turn it straight off again after you try it. You need to charge the battery up overnight for the first time."

I turned the phone on, pressed the contacts icon on the screen, just one name listed, Ben and a photograph, naked, chin to knee with a long thin erection standing proudly out in front of him. I selected Ben and the screen opened to the same photograph but this time it filled the telephone's screen. I pressed the call button and Ben's phone played the theme from the 'A'-team before he picked up my call.

Ali left us alone in the storeroom and went through to the shop to unlock the door, open up for business again. I saw Ali open the shop door, he stepped out into the street for a moment and when he returned a buzzer sounded in the back room to warn anyone in the back room that a customer had entered the shop if they were fetching things from the back.

"So, you know what I want to do to you?"

"Fuck me!"

"Well yes but Ali told you what I like to do?"

"No."

"But Ali told me on the phone that he'd got you ready!"

I was confused but then I looked over my shoulder at my bottom, the large black bung in my bottom could just be seen spreading my bum cheeks a little. Ben looked too, "Trust Ali! He didn't tell you, he just opened the door for me. Was that the first time you've had anal sex?"

I nodded my head.

"Did it frighten you when Ali tried to put his cock up your bottom?"

"No, my mum and dad did it all the time."

"What...right in front of you?"

I giggled, "They always tried to hide it from us, they always waited until we were out of the room but they were at it the moment the door closed every day and often more than once a day and if we walked back in once they had started they couldn't stop fast enough for us not to see what they were doing. Mark's cock accidentally went there and I protested, my mum told me that I should get used to it, she said that if I was anything like her, that was one of the safest ways to have sex and not get pregnant, she called it recreational sex."

"So now you know what I want, why don't you help me to undress?"

I unbuttoned the front of Ben's shirt and as I did that he set an alarm into his telephone. I remembered that Ali had told me that customers like to pretend that the prostitute is their wife or girlfriend but with the additional bonus that the prostitute would do things for money that their wife or girlfriend would never do for love so as soon as I got his shirt open I kissed his chest. I spotted that Ben had very large nipples and as my lips brushed over them they responded far more than my nipples ever did so, remembering what I liked Mark doing to me, I did the same to Ben. He groaned with pleasure as I sucked his nipple into my mouth and nibbled on them gently.

Ali stood there watching me as I undressed Ben, he heard Ben's reaction to my working on his nipples as I unfastened the belt on his jeans and I caught a glimmer of a smile cross Ali's lips. When I pushed Ben's trousers down his erection jumped into view, Ben's cock had been held against his hip by the tightness of his jeans until I released it. As soon as Ben's cock came into play I switched from doing what I liked to Ben and switched to doing what Mark liked, I slid my body down and drew the head of Ben's cock into my mouth, sucking with as much force as I could manage and rubbing the tip of my tongue back and forth across his cockhead. There was another groan of pleasure from Ben before he pushed my forehead, breaking the seal around my lips and pushing my mouth away from his cock."

"I'd really love to let you do that some more but I'd cum far too fast and it'll take you six instalments to pay for the phone with oral sex."

As I stood up I looked at Ali again, he was nodding his head at me, his way of telling me that I'd started out well with my first paying customer.

"You're in the dance class aren't you Sarah?"

I nodded my head.

"Can you do the splits?"

I was just about to show him that I could when he stopped me, "Not like that, can you do it while lying on your back on the mattress?"

I looked down, "Probably!"

I lay on my back and opened my legs as wide as I could, I was just short of the splits at full stretch, obviously gravity and my body weight helped with the process of doing the splits in the normal position. I reached down, grasped my ankles and pulled my ankles up until they formed a perfectly straight line. Ben came over to the mattress and knelt on it in front of my body, at that moment there was a buzz to tell Ali that someone had entered the shop. Ali looked at the screen above the door, "One of my special customers has just come in Ben, would you be willing to let him watch you and Sarah?"

Ben looked over his shoulder at the screen, "Oh it's David, I don't mind if David watches, we've often passed on contacts to each other."

Ali brought David into the room, I saw money change hands and Ali handed David one of the magazines I'd seen being delivered by the second man to fuck my mother the day before, Ali had stored them in the locked cabinet at the back of his storeroom.

David sat on Ali's desk as Ben pulled the rubber pawn out of my bottom and replaced it with the head of his cock. Ben's cock was fatter than Ali's so it hurt all over again but only slightly and Ben waited until the pain dissipated before he slid his cock in a little more, I gasped and Ben waited for a few seconds again. Ben repeated the slow march into my body over ten minutes and at that point Ben's balls were pressing against my buttocks.

The next forty minutes were taken up with Ben slow-fucking my arse, I just relaxed into the act, I was getting little pleasure from the act but as Ali had said before Ben turned up, I was there to provide a service not to get pleasure, if I did get a little fun as well then I should count that as a bonus. I relaxed into the act but I didn't just lie there like my mother had done when Ali first started fucking her though, Another item on the long list of what Ali had told me were the responsibilities was that even if I didn't like what was being done to me I had to play-act that I was getting pleasure from it so I was being demonstrative, I wasn't bouncing about like my mother had done the day before, in the splits position that I was in that would have been painful. I was kissing Ben on the in stroke and pinching his nipples as he pulled his cock out of my bum.

I didn't have a clock on the act but I would guess that Ben was taking around three seconds going in and the same backing out so it was about ten cycles a minute and Ben kept up that pace until his timer went off on his phone and then he went crazy and went to thirty cycles a minute, now I did have an orgasm, a bloody massive one that lasted about eight minutes until Ben climaxed into my bottom like Ali had done earlier.

Ben fell against my body gasping for air and his cock started to soften rapidly, it felt weird, Apart from the quickie that Ali had with me before Ben turned up Mark was the only one to fuck me before and his eighteen year old cock never seemed to go down, it was still hard even if he fucked me to ten orgasms in a row, his soldier stood rampantly to attention even after he had finished fucking me.

When Ben got his breath back he looked over at David and I did too, David was sitting there rubbing his cock and at the second that I looked in his direction he spurted, sending a fountain of semen into the air a foot above his trousers.

"Hey David, pass me the carrier off of the desk please!"

David handed the bag over that Ben had brought my telephone in. Ben dipped into the bag and pulled out the big brother to the pawn that Ali had pushed up my bottom, if Ali had used a black pawn from an oversized rubber chess set Ben had the king, over four inches long and close to two inches in diameter. Just like Ali had done earlier, as soon as Ben pulled his cock out of my bottom it was replaced by the black king.

"Keep it in for at least twenty four hours, if you need to take a poo you have to take it out, do your business, wash the plug carefully and replace it in your bum. It will make it easier for our next play-date and your Mark Porter will love doing you back there when you're in your fertile period."

Ben pushed himself up off of the mattress and started to get dressed, I struggled, I'd been in the splits position for close to an hour and now it was hard to even close my legs. Ben smiled down at me, "When you get home you'd better take a bath, sit in medium to hot water for an hour, it'll help to sooth your muscles but leave the plug in while you're in the bathtub and take two junior paracetamol, that will help more.

"My mum never buys junior paracetamol, they cost two pounds for sixteen, she uses adult ones and cuts them in half, she only pays twenty pence for sixteen of those and that pack will last four times longer than the junior pack and only cost ten percent of the price."

I tried to take a step and stumbled. Ben handed me my dress to put on, "Would you like me to give you a lift home?"

I tried to take another step, stumbled again and then nodded my head. Ali gave me five pounds, the difference between what he'd offered me for sex and his commission from my meeting with Ben, he also gave me a copy of the DVD that he made of my mother's two fucks on Saturday morning and my two fucks today.

Ben helped me out to his car that he'd parked at the back of Ali's shop when he first arrived. As I walked out of the back of Ali's shop I heard David ask if he could make a date for me to go to his house sometime soon and Ali telling him that he'd talk to me about it the next time he saw me.

I gave Ben directions to my house and when we got about five houses away I told him that I lived next door to the silver Nissan Micra just ahead of us. Ben almost crapped himself, "You should have told me at the corner back there, I could have dropped you off without your mother seeing us!"

"On Friday my mother gave me an almighty bollocking for not bringing Mark in to meet her after I kissed him goodbye outside our next door neighbour's house. You brought me home so now you have to come in and meet my mother."

"Oh great, and what do I say, 'Hi Mrs Clark, I'm Ben and I'm the man that's just fucked your daughter's arse for money', that what you had in mind?"

"Well...no, not really, I'm sure that she'll put two and two together and work out that you're the man that has given me the mobile phone."

"Are you crazy...girls don't flash the gifts that men give them to their mothers!"

"Why not? I, Mark and my mother talked about it last night, I told them that I wanted to have sex with Ali to buy a mobile phone, Mark and my mother both said that it was up to me. Mind you, that was when I thought that I'd make enough by just fucking Ali to get the phone, I didn't realise that the fifty pounds Ali had promised me was only if I was still a virgin and that offer ended Friday night!"

I laughed as I said it, "Prostitute finance should be taught at school, I think fewer girls would give it away for free their first time."

Ben pulled up in front of my house reluctantly and was even more reluctant as I dragged him down the pathway to my house. I took him to the back door and into the kitchen dining room where my mother was working away at her homework. Mum looked up from rubbing the edge of a bracket on the sanding board, she hadn't bothered to get dressed this morning, but then she often didn't, as she rubbed the plastic from side to side I saw her breasts sway under the thin night dress.

Mum jumped to her feet and offered Ben her hand, "Hi Mr Thorn, what brings you here?"

Ben blushed and I saw his cock grow under his jeans, my mother had given Ben an erection. I plugged my new phone into the power point at the back of the counter to charge up, my mother looked from the telephone to Ben, "Oh, I see, Ali introduced you and Sarah so that she could get her new telephone...but that one is far more expensive than the one she was looking for! So, how many times will she have to have sex with you to pay for that one?"

Ben looked very shocked at the fact that my mother was so open and so direct about sex and prostitution, he shook his head and smiled, "It cost me seventy-five pounds so we agreed on two sessions."

"What about Ali? How much will he want, around forty pounds at a guess."

I saw Ben relax a little, "Well, twenty pounds for today but he took that in kind before I got there, if we do it in one of his rooms he'll expect another twenty next time, if we do it at my house or here, he'll expect ten pounds."

I returned to the conversation, "Ali even gave me five pounds in actual cash because Ben's visit was only valued at forty pounds and Ali had offered me twenty-five pounds to have sex with him...

"Wait a moment! You said that Ali had offered you fifty pounds to have sex with him!"

"Yes, he did but that was when I was a virgin, after Friday my intrinsic value to him halved!"

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