After years of planning and years of political achievements and games, I did it. My party won most seats in the parliament and this meant that I was the new prime minister. I would be one of the youngest prime ministers the country ever had and was considered the hope of the new generation. I knew that deep down thing could be different and I knew that my plans would work. The lives of our citizens could be much better! I am not just talking about it financially, but also in terms of happiness. I knew that it was important that we had a comfortable standard of living, but also knew that happiness was important. After so many years of waiting and planning… I now had my chance to make a difference.

I was once asked if ambition was bad. I must admit I was very ambitious. If I wanted something, I would do my best to get it. This did not make me bad. Many people think that ambition is bad and dangerous, but where would the world be without ambition? Some men and women needed the ambition to change the world and make it a better place.

Ambitions also come with a cost. I knew this all too well. I was married to a woman called Theresa. I married her because she was part of a prominent family that had a lot of influence. While this may have helped me become prime minister, it meant that my marriage was now a loveless marriage. Theresa and I hardly spoke with each other and we lived our separate lives, only to smile lovingly at each other when we were in public. We had no children, which is my life's biggest regrets.

So, the big question was if I was happy. I was now where I wanted to be and loved my new job. The fact that I was unhappy in my private life was just what I considered a price to pay. There was one problem. I knew that politics was a harsh world, where you are on the top one day and everyone loves you. The next day you are part of history as someone who has ambition and knows the game would have thrown you off the throne. This could happen to me. I had some very dark secrets that would shock every citizen and make me the most hated man in the country.

I was standing at a press conference and answering questions about what my government would do. I wanted the journalists to see there was hope and any change would benefit everyone in the country. I wanted them to see that I was dedicated and hard working. This was going great until a woman started asking about my family life. She asked did I ever miss being a father and having children. I answered honestly. That was not the problem. I have seen this woman before. I just could not put my finger on where I knew her.

She asked me if I had any secrets that could cause a scandal. This was a strange question as for why I would tell her if I did. It was also strange because I was thinking about it just before the press conference. I looked at her, wondering who she was and smiled while I said that we had all secrets, but my dedication to serving the country was no secret.

This bothered me all day. I knew her face as it was so familiar, I just could not figure how I knew her. I thought of my family, Theresa family, journalists I met before and the many people from unions and organisations I met. It is so annoying when I could not remember who she was!

That night, I woke up sweating. I remembered who she was. When I was young, I did voluntary work at a child's home. It would look good on my CV. There was a 12-year-old girl called Heather. She was the most beautiful girl I ever saw. I was engaged to Theresa at this stage. Theresa was beautiful, but Heather was beyond that. She was just starting puberty if one really looked. I could not stop admiring her and then it happened. One night she was in a sad mood on her bed and I was trying to console her. My hands were around her shoulders and soon under her blouse massaging her bumps. We stopped talking and without asking, we started to kiss each other. This went on for some time. I felt like a teen that kissed for the first time. My hands were exploring her whole body and after a while, I persuaded her to suck me. She did that and I was in heaven. It was like an angel from heaven taking care of my dick. Heather did not moan or anything. There was a single tear falling down her cheek as her tongue caressed my dick. When I came, she spits out my cum and I silently left her room.

I knew it was wrong and knew I was molesting her. She was still a child. Still, it did not stop me. I continued feeling her and kissing and asking her to give me a blowjob. She became quite good at it. I worshipped her and when I managed to fuck her, it was one of the most special experiences in my life. She was so tight, and her pussy was made for cocks. I loved when my cum was snug and safe in her womb.  We had sex when we could, despite there was always a danger we would be caught. Heather never said a word, so I do not even know what she thought. It was like she just surrendered her body to me and accepted what I did for her. I stopped when she was well in puberty and had small boobs and no longer had a fat pussy.

So, this reporter was Heather!

I saw her around the government buildings the next few days, but part of me was afraid of speaking with her. What would I say? How would she react? At the same time, she was a dark secret from my past that could promote her career by telling the whole world. This was so embarrassing and so dangerous. I was becoming quite afraid. She knew something, and I was not sure she would keep it to herself.

So, one day, I went up to her and asked her if she wanted a coffee. All the other journalists were envious. When we finally were alone in a small café, I told her I remembered who she was. This made her laugh

“You should remember every inch of my body. You saw it enough” She said
“Yes, and believe me, I feel bad how I molested you. I know you were a little girl and I should not have done it. I do not know what to say except ask if you could apologise.”
“So, you were in love with me, and it's not because you were a pedo?”
“I really did love you. I never had a relationship with another person before, besides you and my wife.”
“So, you wouldn’t molest a girl that was my age, or maybe one that was younger?”
“No... I am really not a paedophile.”
“Good. In that case, you can at least go on a date with me. You owe me that much”

I did not think she cared if I was married, and to be honest... neither did I. We went to a quiet Italian restaurant and really had a good time. She never said a word about when she was younger, but now she was good at talking now. She told me she was sad at the child's home, she felt so lonely. Therefore, she accepted me having sex with her. It was nearly the only human contact she had. She did not know if she liked it or not. At times she felt like a cum dump and other times it was nice someone liked her. While she was telling this story, I felt sorry about what I did. I used a lonely girl and turned her into a willing slut,

When I lost interest in Heather, she used her body with older boys. She said she had no emotions or feelings. She just used her body to get human contact. Then a new man started working at the Childs home. Heather thought he would also just want her body. However, he did not. He did what he was paid to do. He helped with her studies and done different activities with her until she found a hobby that she liked. She loved writing! He also taught her that her life makes a difference and she could make the world a better place. So, when Heather left the child's home, she had enough self-esteem and confidence to pursue an education and career as a journalist.

I was proud of her. She was now a confident woman who knew what she wanted with life. She then showed me a picture of a little girl. It was her daughter Jasmine. She was 10 years old. I went silent and just stared at the picture. The girl had the face of an angel and long dark pigtails. I starred at her and I could feel my dick getting hard. I was so embarrassed as a picture of a little girl was getting me as hard as I ever been in years! It was good that Heather could not see under the table, or she would have seen a huge bulge in my pants.

We continued dating in secret and for once, I felt alive and happy in my private life. Heather was a woman that I could discuss things with and she knew I was not perfect, yet she wanted to be with me. I found myself smiling and laughing when I was around her. I do not think I was falling in love with her. I think it was just nice I was able to speak with someone. The sex was good but not as good as the sex I used to have with her. I loved when she talked about her daughter and loved the image of her daughter in my head.

One day, when I arrived at the office, I saw that people bought their children to work. I totally forgot that today was “bring your child to work”. How would we ever expect things to be done, when we had these sorts of days? I know that I had a lot of work to do. I had a finance bill that was soon due. I smiled as I went by the parents with the children. Then I spent all morning in my office working away at the finance bill. Then Heather sent me a message if she could visit me or was I too busy. I told her she could visit.

When she came in, she had her daughter with her. I felt suddenly like I was hit by cupids’ arrow. Jasmine was only 10 years old, but it is like she lit up the room when she came in., she was so beautiful that words could not do justice. Her hair was long pigtails that went down to her hips. She had big pretty eyes that were enticing. Her face was like an angel’s face. She wore denim dress and striped tights. She seemed small for her age, but what do I know. I didn’t know what to say but tried my best to have a conversation with Heather and Jasmine. Luckily my secretary came in with some cake. Then we had fun doing things. I found out that Jasmine was in her school newspaper, so she would write about her visit to the prime minister. She was a very smart girl. I could not help but look at Jasmine. I was sad that Heather said they had to go.

It was hard to work in the next few days. I could not get Jasmine out of my head. It was like she captured my heart. It was like the first time I fell in love. When I tried to work with government things, I had Jasmine in my thoughts. When I had a date with Heather, I wanted her to talk about Jasmine. When we had sex together, I imagined what it was like to have sex with Jasmine. Then I would go home to my wife. She would hardly look at me. I would drink wine and think it was so wrong that I wanted to have sex with a 10-year-old.

What sort of monster was I?

It ended that I told Heather that she should tell Jasmine to visit my office and she could have an exclusive interview with the prime minister. Heather was in doubt if she should let her small daughter visit me. I reminded her that part of me was the past, and I was dating her, not anyone else.
So, Jasmine came into my office dressed in her school uniform. A plaided skirt, blouse and tie. She had white tights that really showed her good legs. She sat down on a chair and asked me some questions while writing down my answers. To be honest, I forgot what she was asking and just was happy that she was here.  I just looked at her and admired everything about her.

After the interview was done, she asked me how it was dating her mother. As I explained to her that her mom and I were not really dating, as I was married, Jasmine sat on my lap. She leaned back as her hand caressed my chin. She was very clear about the situation. I could just divorce my wife, and I could be her new Dad. I found it hard to hear everything she said, as she was squirming around on my hard dick. I wondered if she knew what her squirming around was doing! I know I should not have thought it, but this girls’ body was driving me crazy. I really wanted to get her naked and show her the joys of sex. I did manage to control myself!

The next day, Heather came to my office. She was quite sad. I asked her what the problem was. She said she needed to work late and could not take care of Jasmine for a few weeks. I told her that Jasmine can be in my office and use the conference table to do her homework. My heart was beating fast when I said this, but I did not want her mother to see my true feelings. I warned that Jasmine should do homework and not bother me.

This seemed to make Heather happy and I was rewarded to her sitting on my lap where we started kissing and making out. The moment was ruined when she said she wanted more than being my secret mistress. I tried explaining that it would be hard to divorce my wife. This did not help anything. Heather must have used every seduction skill in her body, that ended with us having sex on my desk. As I was cumming in her, I promised that I would get a divorce. I really wanted to marry her!

When my brain was thinking, and not my dick, I had second thoughts again about the divorce.

The next day Jasmine was doing her homework quietly at her desk while I was looking at a bill to get young people jobs. This was hard to do as I kept staring at her and was enjoying every minute, I loved when she licked her lips when she was thinking about an answer. I loved how she tapped her feet when something seemed easy. The uniform dress was showing how pretty her legs were. In fact, she was perfect in any way. At one stage I could not take the quietness anymore. I went and stood behind her and asked her if she needed any help. It was hard to answer as I could see her nipples down her blouse! I put my hand on her shoulder under her blouse collar and my dick was throbbing. Her skin was so soft to touch. When she was done, she came to my desk and sat on my lap while she thanked me that she could stay. Then she did something unexpected. She kissed me on the lips. I let all the caution aside as I returned the kiss. We were soon kissing with our mouths and our tongues explored each other. At one stage, she pulled back and whispered she didn’t think we should so this. I pulled her mouth to mine and said it felt good.

When I got home that night, I had sex with my wife. I could not forget the experience I had with Jasmine. Every cell in my body was telling was that I was grooming a 10-year-old and it was so wrong. I always tried to convince myself that I was not a paedophile, and the sex I had with Heather when she was a child was special. This was obviously not right. I was now molesting her 10-year-old daughter. I was happy, but I also knew this was wrong. I should have taken the high road and said I would not do anything with a 10-year-old girl.

The next day, when Jasmine was at my office, I invited her to sit on a sofa that I was sitting on. She sat next to me and I told her she could sit on my lap. She was reluctant to do this but also wanted to do what an adult told her to do. We were soon kissing again, but this time my hands were busy taking her clothes off. Jasmine stopped kissing when she was naked and blushed while she whimpered “why”. My hands were all over feeling her soft skin. I told her that I was in love with her. She asked if I would marry her mother. I nodded, and she didn’t say anything while one hand was feeling her nipple and another finger feeling her clit. She was breathing hard. No explanation or art could explain how beautiful her body was. She did not enter puberty and was therefore flat and was bald down below. She had no signs of being a mature woman, and yet I lusted after her so much. She did not like at first when I started to finger her, but she did not complain. She let me touch her until her body could no more.

This happened for a few weeks. We would sit on the sofa and I would feel her naked body. I even started taking my cock out, so she could stare at it. I taught her how to rub it and make it cum. She thought it was gross when there was cum on her body, and it took me time to teach her to taste a small bit of it.

Her mother and I still had sex. Her mother always asked how far I went as to get a divorce. I fabricated some lie that it was underway. This was not enough. Heather asked me if I was marrying her because she had Jasmine? Would I marry her if she had no daughter? I hugged and kissed Heather and told him that I loved her.

“You are to marry me. You will not marry Jasmine. She will be our daughter and not a molested statistic like I am”

I had no plans of getting a divorce. I also made sure that Jasmine knew that our secret time was private and a secret. When I heard myself say this, I knew I was a paedophile. All paedophiles warned their victims to keep it a secret. In fact, I went one step further. It took me time, but I convinced Jasmine to give me a blowjob. Of course, she was reluctant, but she started kissing the top of my dick and then slowly licked the sides and put more and more of my cock in her mouth. She was not a pro, but I will not deny that it was pure heaven. Her small mouth was created for cocks. I moaned and groaned as my dick was being engulfed by her mouth. I never wanted this to stop. Her hands were exploring my balls as she let my dick go in and out of her mouth. I didn’t have the energy to tell her I was cumming. She choked and coughed as my cum shot into her mouth. I caressed her hair and told her it was bad to spit out. She looked up at me and asked does she have to do that again?

That night, I told my wife that my lawyer has started the divorce plans. Jasmine did suck me again, in fact, every day. She was quickly becoming a pro!

Despite my wife trying to make me look bad in the press over the divorce, my popularity was very high. The government released a good health plan and people were better off financially. It seemed that people did not care about my private life. They were more concerned if their life was better or not. The fact that I was getting a divorce did not bother the ordinary person and they were happy that I was getting married to a journalist, that I was in love with. People accepted my political policies and my private life. The polls were high in support, Of course, they did not know everything,
Jasmine also accepted I was going to be her new Dad. She continued sucking me every day and let me see her naked body when I could.

One day just before the divorce was final, I took her out for a drive. We stopped in the middle of the woods and I got her naked in the back of the car. She got naked and so did I as we sat in the back of the car. She was rubbing my dick as she asked about the wedding. I told her to suck me, and she reluctantly did. I was never as horny as I was then. If someone walked by the car, they would see a 10-year-old bent over and sucking my dick. I should have been content with this, but I wanted more. I told Jasmine to lay on her back. I stopped down and tasted her small pussy. She likes this and was moaning and twisting around as my tongue lapped her. Her juices tasted so good and I loved how she moaned every time my tongue touched her clit. She looked disappointed when I stopped but I had other plans! I rubbed my dick up and down her pussy. She must have known what I was going to do, as she told me she didn’t think it would fit. I slowly pushed in as she was in tears and holding her breath, not wanting to scream. She begged me to take my cock out, but it was too late. I waited so she got used to it and slowly moved in and out. She was so tight, and it was the best sex anyone could have. My cock was being choked and it took some effort to fuck her. It was hard listening to her whimpering and seeing her tears, but I knew she would get used to it. I knew it was so wrong fucking a 10-year-old, yet I knew she would love my cock in time. I collapsed on her as my sperm filled her womb.

Jasmine slowly got dressed without saying a word.

I got the divorce from my wife and was finally free. Heather and I appeared in public, and people thought we made a great couple. People also thought it was good I accepted Jasmine as my own daughter. Jasmine played the role as a happy daughter and smiled and seemed happy when we were in public or together with her mother. When we were alone, I would have her suck me or I would simply fuck her. She no longer complained or cried. I was never as happy as I was then. Well, that is not true. I knew it was wrong and at times I wondered did I love Jasmine or her body? I was shocked one day when she asked me if she was a slut? She was only 10 years old..., she should not think like that. The truth is she was a slut and cum dump for me. When I was having sex with her, I did not think that she was a little girl or a future stepdaughter. I just thought it felt so good and it became something I craved. I did hope she liked it and convinced myself one say she would!

The day of the wedding came. I was in my limo when Theresa, my now x-wife, rang to me. She told me that she hoped I would have a good marriage. She also told me she was pregnant with my child, and I will never be allowed to see the child. I was in shock as she hung up. I couldn’t believe it. I was to be a father, and yet I will not be able to see my own child. It was a funny feeling when I heard this. I was happy I would be a father and sure my lawyers would fix it, so I could be together with my child, I was going to be a father.

When we came to the Church, I was excited about the wedding. The priest stood outside and told me the Church was empty. There was going to be no wedding. I was confused, and the priest could see this. He told me to look at the news.
 
I turned the news app on my cell:
“the mother of a 10-year-old girl has pressed charges against the prime minister that he molested the small girl. The prime minister was about to marry the girl's mother. However, it was discovered that the little girl is now pregnant. The girl's mother told us that it is a shock for her that the daughter is pregnant. “This is the greatest crime someone can do to a 10-year-old. It is a crime to steal her innocence, use her body as a toy and ruin her future. When my daughter heard she was pregnant, she told me it was the prime minister who had sex with her. I trusted this man. The sad part is that my daughter kept on saying she was sorry as it was her fault.”

I closed the app as I could feel an anxiety attack coming on. The priest asked me would I like to come into the church and confess my sins?

I politely said no and told the driver to go to the police station. On the way, I could write my resignation letter.

Alexander Temple 2018


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