Sexy Fun Times/Laid/Redlight

A few years ago, the Town Council decided to persuade all the local prostitutes to move into a designated area by promising them that if they stayed around there, they would be free from official hassle. By day, it's small businesses and workshops. By night it is the place to go to fulfil whatever sexual fantasy you have in mind. Nothing illegal of course... But!

Regular visitors soon work out that there are several subdivisions. If you want to be tied up and beaten, there is a street for that. If you want a quickie, the older women (and a few men) will oblige at a pretty low rate. The best looking (and youngest) and most expensive girls and boys congregate by a row of shops where the owners considerately leave their lights on.

Naturally, there are those who cater for people whose appetites are, at best, frowned on by the law, and in some cases, downright illegal, but they operate in the shadows. Most people who drive down a particular dimly lit back street will find it deserted and move on to the more popular areas. Those in the know will have sent a text first to a number that frequently changes.

This kind of transaction is risky, so you should be prepared. No ID or cards, but a couple of hundred taped inside your shirt and a couple more in a sock. You stop your car well away from the area and send a text: "YOUNG/VYOUNG GIRL £?"

You recline the seat and wait. Half an hour later you get a reply: "5 BJ 300"

You send "OKAY" and get a text back with a whatthreewords address and a bank account number. After transferring the money you go to the rendezvous and wait. After a while, a car stops and the driver indicates that you should get in the back. His English is not good, but he indicates that you have to go somewhere else to get what you paid for. After some driving around, you stop beside another car in a secluded and otherwise empty car park. The driver gets out and a woman, carrying something and leading a small child by the hand comes over.

The woman gets in the driver's seat and you see that the bundle she is carrying is a baby. She turns and speaks. "No fuck. Only Blowjob. Okay?"

"Okay," you reply. The little girl is staring at you and you smile, but get no reaction. "Oh well, it is just a business transaction," you think. You open your trousers and pull your semi-hard cock out.

The girl doesn't move and the woman (her mother?) says something sharp in their language. "She hasn't much experience," she says in heavily accented English. The girl gets up on hands and knees and examines your cock. "Go on," the mother says, and the girl opens her mouth and dutifully lowers it over your nob end.

You let her try for a while, but it's not doing anything for you. You're not even fully hard yet. You lift her off and sit back. "I guess she's new to this," you say. When you look at the mother you are surprised to see that the baby is sucking hard on one nipple. "Maybe she could do a better job," you say - sort of joking.

The woman laughs and says something to the girl who pouts and sulks. She reaches out, wraps a hand around your shaft and starts sliding it up and down. "How about you show me some pussy," you say. The mother speaks and the girl shakes her head. The mother says something that sounds threatening, but the girl still shakes her head.

"She says she is shy," the mother says. She looks down at the suckling baby. "You can see this one."

You nod. The girl is still working on your cock, now using both hands. The mother stands the baby up on her lap. You guess she must be over twelve months old and probably walking. She strips the nappy off and holds her up for you to see. The combined effect of the inexpert cocksuck and the sight of a plump little baby pussy is enough to get you off, and with a grunt of warning, you fill the child's mouth with spunk, making her cough and choke.

You already have a handkerchief ready, so you can catch the worst of the mess. The mother hands some tissues to the girl for her to spit in as you wipe your now limp cock and tuck it away. You take the small bundle of notes from your sock, count out a hundred and give it to the girl, who sits looking at it as if she doesn't understand. The mother takes the baby back onto her lap and smiles for the first time, making her almost attractive.