Odalisque (closed for Homerun2611)

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The mansion set well back on its rolling lawn was a long way off from the little town that supplied most of its needs. The place was delightfully remote. As the limo you ride in approaches it with its forbidding stone facade you can feel a rising excitement. This is something you've wanted to do for years. To attend this very special auction.

Looking down at the glossy catalogue in your lap, she stares back at you with big bright blue eyes and a delicious pout on her girlish face, one errant strand of golden hair reaching all the way down to brush the erect nipple of her pert little breast. She is on her knees, her hands clasped (shackled? you wonder) behind her back, her legs spread, the flare of her hips luscious, her creamy pale skin something you have ached to smell and kiss ever since you first laid eyes on her photo. Especially her completely bare sex, as pearly pink and perfect as the rest of her.

You don't know her name. Because she doesn't have one yet. She will bear the name you give her for the next year... after you have successfully purchased her from the auction.

Oh you know she's not some kidnap victim from a third world country. She, like the rest of the dozen slaves that grace the pages of the catalog, six females, six males, has agreed to go and live with whoever buys her for the term of one year. After which she will be generously paid by the organization that puts the auction together every two years.

You'll spend your first week with her her at the estate, pampered guests, getting to know each other, visiting with the other successful buyers and their slaves. There will be a plethora of games and entertainments to put the slaves through their paces and make sure they become accustomed to their new Masters and Mistresses.

And in your heart of hearts... you know Number Six has to be yours.
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You and the other elegantly clad guests are ushered into the softly lit drawing room as, one by one, the slaves are brought out individually and displayed. So much supple, beautiful nude flesh. But you barely notice... you're looking for her after all.

When she finally appears you realize just how tiny 5'2" really is and how incongruous her short stature and little girl's face with its big eyes and pouty full lips is, coupled with her delicious curves and the most perfect heart shaped ass you've ever seen.

The bidding is quiet, civilized, but fierce. You end up paying even more than you'd planned on and know you'll have to do some fancy footwork with your accountants when you get home. But it doesn't matter at all when she crosses the room to you, naked like the others, and kneels gracefully, hands behind her back once more as she then bends low and kisses the top of your shoe.

"Master," she acknowledges in the sweetest little girl voice you've ever heard, "Thank you for making me Yours. I will serve you loyally."
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The golden haired girl who would become his angel raised her adoring gaze from his feet to his face. How she had come to be here in the first place was a fairly sordid tale. The only child of neglectful and inattentive parents who lived fairly comfortably but were terrible with money and made no provision for their straight A student to go to college, she had been introduced to the agency after she had spent a long session weeping in the arms of one of her teachers towards the end of her senior year at her bleak prospects. Even with the academic scholarships she had garnered she could not hope to attend a good school and afford to even live in a dorm let alone on her own. At least not without going into debt for the rest of her life.

Her teacher, Mr. Brooks, had cradled her gently and then arranged for her to meet his friend Alexandrine. A tall striking woman with ebony hair and piercing gray eyes, she had listened to the girl’s tale and then opened up a world to her that she had not even dreamed existed. It was shocking and frightening to consider selling her virginity but the price the consortium commanded, three quarters of which would go to her, would afford her the opportunity to at least get her first year of school in without working so that she could concentrate fully on her studies and hopefully get more scholarships for the next year. The consortium took care of everything, medical exams (both to ascertain her health and her intact hymen), birth control, psychological screenings as well as medical tests and criminal background checks on the men who were on their waiting list for the singular experience of deflowering a beautiful virgin, all of it right down to the expensive hotel where it would occur.

The man she had ultimately been paired with had been barely sixty, athletic and still handsome. And very wealthy. Unfortunately, not even his money could buy his way out of a terminal cancer diagnosis.

He’d been a skilled and gentle lover. The following morning she had actually wept as they’d parted and he had held her tightly, saying he wished he had known her under circumstances that would have allowed him to keep her. It was the most bittersweet of farewells.


When she had met with Alexandrine the next day to collect her sizable check she’d been told that her lover had sung her praises to the skies and so Alexandrine had been moved to offer her another singular opportunity.

“There’s something in you that likes to serve and is suited to it I think,” she had said shrewdly, “This would mean basically having a part time job on top of your schooling but it’ll pay far better.”

And so she had learned of one of the consortium’s other businesses, the training and placement of willing slaves. It meant psych evals for her to see exactly what she was most suited for and then classes on how to become the very best sexual servant she could be. She’d be paid for the training and then placed in an appropriate auction where she would agree to live with her carefully vetted “owner” for the next year. Yes, it would mean a year off from school, but what she received in return would more than pay for her to finish her BA degree. After the brief glimpse of bliss she had already been afforded, she didn’t even consider saying no.

Her training had taken the better part of the remainder of her school year and she looked forward to the year’s long adventure that now awaited her. She often wondered what sort of man would buy her, knowing that she would have no say in how he looked but that she could at least be assured that his pleasures and demands would accord closely with hers, thus enabling her to serve him as perfectly as possible. She could handle, and even be excited by, a firm spanking, but did not enjoy high levels of pain or degradation and so she knew that she would not be given to anyone inordinately cruel. There were, apparently, men who enjoyed exerting control without the exercise of undue force.

She had to exert all her considerable strength of will not to tremble as she had crossed the room with graceful and demure steps to the man who had won her and sink to her knees submissively, bending to kiss the top of his shoe. Now, she looked up into his face, trying hard to read his expression, wondering what he would do or demand next… now that she was his.
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It remained to be seen if she would bless or curse Alexandriene. Of course she could leave at any time. This was not real slavery. Alexandreine would even pay for her travel expenses home. But she would lose any hope of ever seeing the money that would assure her education… or of being placed with anyone else through the good graces of Alexandreine’s offices. She would never forget those elegant, Old World offices high above the city…

All of eighteen and still with a few weeks of high school ahead, Candace “Candy” Thompson had sat in the chair across from the imposing desk in the plush traditionally appointed office, all dark wood paneling and velvety burgundy upholstery, as a wave of unreality swept over her. Petite and naturally blond with the wide crystalline blue eyes of a perpetually startled kitten, her plush lips formed a perfect little O of shocked surprise as what the woman across the desk had just proposed.

Alexandriene’s own matte painted red lips simply formed a small and patient smile as her piercing gray eyes regarded the girl across from her. Ebon hair swept up in a neat twist held by a clasp shaped like a silver serpent and a clinging high necked but sleeveless black dress, her tall lean frame called to mind Morticia Adams… though with a distinct lack of comedy, replaced with, instead, an almost menacing sensuality. The little blond hadn’t got up and stormed out the door so she simply patiently waited for her to work out the justifications in her own mind for staying and, ultimately, agreeing to the proposal Alexandreine had just laid before her.

Candace’s mind was indeed racing. How had she gotten here? Had her favorite teacher, the good looking and kindly Mr. Brooks, really arranged this meeting? She had asked to stay after class just a few days ago to discuss her college plans and ask for a letter of recommendation from him… and had ended by weeping disconsolately in his arms as she poured out her tale of neglectful and distant parents wholly focused on themselves and not on their straight A only child. Consequently, they’d made absolutely no provision for helping her pay for college and yet their salaries were such that outside of the few small academic scholarships she’d managed to garner on her own she could not hope to attend a good school and afford to even live in a dorm let alone on her own. At least not without going into debt for the rest of her life.

When the storm of tears had finally subsided he had taken a deep breath and said, “I may know someone who can help you. I… hope you won’t think less of me after you’ve met with her. Alexandreine and I grew up together, she’s a cousin by marriage. She runs a… very unconventional business. Will you meet with her?”

She’d had a hundred questions that he gently deflected but ultimately she agreed. What else could she do?

“Please sit down,” the severely elegant woman had told her when she’d entered and after polite and meaningless introductions Alexandreine had said, “Let us get down to it then, shall we? I know why you’re here and I admire your dedication to obtaining an education. I also know your circumstances, James… Mr. Brooks to you, explained everything. So, I am going to ask you one rather shocking question and we shall proceed with your available options from there. The question is simply this; Are you a virgin?”

After a long pause Candace had answered in an almost whisper, “Yes.”

“Very well then. I am going to speak now and you are not going to interrupt me even once. No questions, no protestations. If you are genuinely uncomfortable you can leave at any time and I will think nothing of it. When I am finished I will tell you that you may speak.”

At that, Candace had simply nodded. That was a good sign and in her head Alexandreine upped her calculation of the girl’s worth. She had been genuinely surprised when James had called to suggest sending this girl for a meeting, she’d always had the impression that her cousin disapproved of her business. She decided to take him out for drinks and a long talk afterwards to catch up. She could never think of him without remembering their youthful explorations out in the boathouse of their family’s summer place. He had been her very favorite “kissin’ cousin” but when his family had moved to a different state they had eventually lost their closeness. Yet they remained in touch and a college reunion out in the old boathouse had brought them back together though their lives were such that they only met a handful of times each year. When she had opened her office a few years ago in the same city he worked in as a high school teacher and she had finally explained to him the nature of her work he had seemed, at first, genuinely appalled. But eventually their friendship found a way to survive it and they still met now and again though just for dinners and conversation. Now, both in their mid thirties, they had reached a comfortable accord and simply seldom spoke of the things that divided them.

Meanwhile, Candace listened. The proposal was, on the surface, simple enough. It was shocking and frightening to consider selling her virginity but the price the consortium commanded, three quarters of which would go to her, would afford her the opportunity to at least get her first year of school in without working so that she could concentrate fully on her studies and hopefully get more scholarships for the next year. The consortium would take care of everything, medical exams (both to ascertain her health and her intact hymen), birth control, psychological screenings as well as medical tests and criminal background checks on the men who were on their waiting list for the singular experience of deflowering a beautiful virgin, all of it right down to the expensive hotel where it would occur. There would even be a discreet guard outside the door that the client would not know about but who had a key card and would not hesitate to barge right in should she scream or hit the call button that had been installed under the edge of the nightstand by the bed.

In the end she had, of course agreed. And had felt, for the first time, a fluttering low in her belly of undeniable excitement that made her cheeks flush. Thus had begun the road that would bring her here, a modern Odalisque.

 

[Homerun2611]

Professor Stephen Anderson, Robert Brooks & Gregory Jacobson

Today...

Professor Stephen Anderson is 30 years old. Born into a wealthy New England family, he was their only child. Always a smart child, actually a boy genius, and more than a bit precocious, he had grown up a ....NERD. He had been diagnosed with scoliosis at an early age, he was mercilessly teased for his back and leg braces by both the boys and girls he went to school with within this religiously conservative community. As he advanced grades much faster than his peers, the teasing stopped and he just became this peculiar little sideshow…he became everyone’s little brother, but nobody’s lover. He graduated high school at 13, college at 16. He had his Masters in English Literature by 18, and was a Doctorate from Harvard by 21. Now at 30, the tremendous money his parents had spent flying him to only the best doctors and using the most modern techniques had paid off, there were no outward indications he had ever been this sickly child.

Quite the opposite, he had no idea of the looks he would get from his female students, or their obvious flirting. He didn’t see it or recognize it. Inside he was still that gangly, awkward kid being pushed into lockers and head shoved in toilets. He was now six foot, 175 pounds of lean, sculpted muscle due to the extensive physical therapy he had done from the ages of 6 to 25. He had followed a strict daily diet and a swimming and weights routine that he had maintained long after they were not explicitly needed. He was handsome by near anyone's definition other than his, with full dark brown hair and darkish hazel eyes. His mental image was still of that teased little boy, who had no idea how to socialize or attract a woman.

Growing up, his one release, other than reading his fantasy books where he got to leave this world entirely, had been pornography. He had been looking up braces regarding a new type of medical device he would soon be donning, and he had run across a BDSM site. He was struck how despite being confined in devices not unlike his, the women in these pictures and movies seemed to be in such bliss. This aroused him in ways he never imagined. His mother had caught him a few times and told him he was going straight to hell for looking at these things and struck him on the wrist, or buttocks with a ruler as punishment. This had only made him more interested to understand this forbidden world. He read much about BDSM and was interested. He did not want to hurt a woman or be cruel, but the idea of controlling, and enjoying a woman and having a woman please him in the ways he had read about had become an all-consuming fantasy of this handsome, incredibly socially awkward virgin. Could he be a Dom? Did he want to be, he wanted to experience those scenes, but he also wanted to experience a woman. Most of all he knew he really wanted to experience love and companionship.

Naively, six years earlier, he had filled out a form and told them about himself, and at the time his family's wealth. Much of that money was now gone, lost in a series of real estate developments his father over leveraged and went bankrupt. His mother had succumbed to cancer three years ago, which had also taken a financial toll. Shortly after his mother died, his father committed suicide. Stephen inherited the large, rather gothic home, but he only had about $750,000 left of his family money. However, he also had a good job as an English Literature professor at the Lutheran University located in the town he had grown up in.

After signing up to be on the mailing list, he had been called and these auctions had been described to him. He was very intrigued by the concept, but never found the girl. This would be a one time shot for him, he hoped to find the perfect woman and learn together. She would not be able to make fun of him, and he could try to be the man she needed. He had some silly romantic notion he might get her to fall in love with him, but he only would get one shot. These auctions were expensive, he had been prepared to spend $250,000, 33 percent of his remaining wealth to take this chance and end his loneliness. There was only one girl he wanted, HER, the woman who would become his Kitten. He knew the name he would call her, Angelique, he needed her to become his angel. The bidding for her was very high and when the bidding cleared he had to spend $450,000 to “win”. When she came over and kissed his shoe and looked up at him…He could only watch in awe...and then she spoke, "Master,...Thank you for making me Yours. I will serve you loyally." His heart was pounding, and he didn’t think twice about the money…he couldn’t have been happier. However, little did he know this was her second bite of the auction apple…she had also lost her virginity in this process…to another lonely man.

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Three Months Earlier…

Mr. Robert Brooks had taught history for 10 years now at Washington High School. Early on, when he was only a 21 year old, youngest teacher on the staff, the distance between he and some of his 18 year old seniors was uncomfortably close. He was a former collegiate baseball player, tossed blond hair, almost powder blue eyes, and California surfer boy good looks. Barely six foot, 170 pounds, he had six pack abs, and a chiseled physique. This was not lost on the young coeds who made fools of themselves in trying to entice the young teacher into a career threatening response. Somehow, he had withstood the temptation, and now 10 years later, he had a few crows-feet from the sun, and his skin was a bit more aged, but he was still the same sculpted specimen.

He had married his college sweetheart, and they had two young children. With the birth of the second one, just two years ago, and for a number of various and unrelated reasons, they had simply grown apart, not the least of which was their sex life had gone into a near coma. They were both busy, as all energy went into raising the pair of young children and his career as he wanted to get his Masters and potentially move to a University professorship. Not so coincidentally, he had also rekindled a relationship with his “cousin”, Alexandreine. They were not blood, but they had been attracted to each other at the for ever. When she had called to let him know she was back, he had eagerly accepted the opportunity to catch up. The dinner had started innocently enough, laughing over stories of their relatives and catching up on each of their parents.

However, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Of course there were memories of innocent explorations, but it was more. She was so crisp, cool, naturally seductive. He had been shocked at first when she honestly described her career. She was a sex trafficker. He thought about the young girls at his school and thought about the horror stories of a girl he had heard about being kidnapped on her senior trip to Europe and sold into the sex slave market. She tried to explain, but the conflict had been too much and he had ended the dinner. As he got up, he had kissed her on the cheek, in was supposed to be an innocent pleasantry, but it had sent shocks through him. The touch of her hand, the softness of her skin, and the scent, oh god, the scent.

For a solid week he couldn’t get her out of his mind, a second week passed, and still that feeling and a longing to see her again, never dissipated. So, they had a second dinner, a bit nicer, darker restaurant, and he had called ahead and reserved a corner booth. She walked into the restaurant, just smoking, a black pencil dress, and a red silk blouse. Nothing over the top, but when matched with her sultry dark looks, was simply stunning. The waiter pulled out the table and they sat side by side. He wanted to understand more, not think of this woman he was constantly fantasizing about was not some sort of sick criminal, and so he listened. This was not forcing young women, it was giving them an opportunity, a choice, to use their assets, if they so chose to secure some type of financial independence.

It was not exploitation, or at least not in the traditional sense, this was a matching of unconventional needs and desire, a market maker as it were, and the women or men, were safe and well taken care of. They found a common ground, and then the night just got more comfortable, downright steamy. Shared laughter, a glass or two more of red wine than they should have. A hand rested on a thigh, looks that lingered to long, and before he knew it, a soft whisper in the ear, telling a slightly risqué joke, turned into a soft nuzzle and kiss of the neck, and a passionate kiss at the table.

Things only escalated, as they found a hotel room around the corner, and their mutually beneficial relationship was christened. They were both busy, and he was married. But every month or so they got together, and he experienced a passion, hunger and sexual gratification that he hadn’t thought possible. When Candace, came into his office to explain her situation his heart went out to her. He liked this girl, a lot! If he had ever been tempted it would have been a girl like Candace, but despite her beauty, he liked helping kids. She deserved better, her parents were selfish, but she had the grades to get in to a top school, Ivy League even, but they were expensive, $80,000 per year or more, all in. Even with scholarships, which are very hard at competitive schools like that, she would graduate with between $250,000 and 300,000 in debt. She was thinking of nursing or possibly English Literature and she might spend the rest of her life in debt.

Mr. Brooks let his eyes scan up and down her body. She was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but even in that, she looked better than almost any other girl would in the top designer fashions. She wept into his chest, you could hear the desperation and frustration in ever sob. Should he? It would ultimately be her decision, but what would she think of him? Oh hell, , “I may know someone who can help you. I… hope you won’t think less of me after you’ve met with her. Alexandreine and I grew up together, she’s a cousin by marriage. She runs a… very unconventional business. Will you meet with her?” He had explained it as summarily as possible. She seemed shocked, but intrigued, she had more questions, very few he could answer. Candace finally left and he called Alexandreine and set up the meeting. He texted Candace the logistics and hoped for the best.

Two weeks later, it was a Wednesday night and for the for first time in two months, he and Alexandreine were together. They normally enjoyed a nice dinner and then found a local hotel to enjoy their time. But it had been too long, and they were both two needy. She booked a room at the Ritz Carlton, that was their business hotel, and when they got to the room their was a sushi tray already in place. It was a luxury suite, with a full sitting area where the food and wine awaited. They never even looked over at the fine cuisine, the food could wait, they needed to play first. They waisted no time in stripping down and enjoying each other. The first one was quick, so much pent-up desire, and they soon lay there snuggling in post orgasmic bliss. Soon they would eat, and then do this at least one more time, hopefully two, they knew how to use and enjoy each other’s bodies completely.

Robert rested back against the luxurious goose down pillow, covered in soft 600 thread count sheets that felt like silk. Alexandreine was on her stomach, propped on her elbows looking at him, smiling. He had no idea how much she looked forward to these sessions, she often wondered how much he really loved his wife…it wasn’t that she wanted to be married either, but she did want him, far more frequently than the current situation allowed. She trailed her right index finger, scarlett red polished, nail from the crevice just below his adam’s apple down his chest and up again teasing. “I met with your ingenue today”, she smiled and winked. Her hand slid down under the covers to his still semi rigid cock and gave it a squeeze. “I am surprised professor, she is quite the delicious little package, you can’t tell me there wasn’t a bit of a temptation to keep this and enjoy it for yourself?...taking her into your office, and sliding off her t-shirt and toying with those delicate pink nipples, sliding off those jeans and…” She was teasing, and she felt his cock twitch and he was hard. They played games, and she knew this reaction was to her and her tease, but it was fun anyway. He started to speak, “You know that isn’t…” She stopped, him, “Shush, I am teasing, but she is quite spectacular…I think she will be quite pleased by what the Candace experience will go for…”

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Six weeks ago...

Gregory Jacobson was a retired real estate developer from Los Angeles. A good man, a kind man, but a lonely man. He was a widower, no children, he had retired and was trying to rekindle friendships that had been back burnered while he amassed his fortune. Now, he was 60 years old, saying hello to the start of his seventh decade on the planet just two weeks prior. He was five foot ten inches, and 140 pounds. He had been losing weight steadily down from 165 pounds just six weeks earlier. One week after his birthday he got the news, he would not see 61, he likely wouldn’t see 60.5, he had terminal liver cancer. He knew how ugly the end would be, he had maybe one good month left. He would not bother with treatment, he was very wealthy, and this was bucket list time. At first he cursed his fate, but he had outlived his wife, she had passed at 55, also of a second occurrence of breast cancer. He knew how this movie ended and was not sure he would allow nature to take its course, but that was a decision a bit further down the line. A friend at the club a year or so ago had made him aware of Alexandreine’s unique service, and he was on the extremely exclusive mailing list. He had been celibate for the past 5 years, but he wanted to die with one last hurrah, he hoped his body would oblige, he would know at the moment of truth, but he desperately wanted to give it a go one last time, and he wanted to do it with a truly memorable woman.

As he got the catalog, he knew within a second who he wanted, within any reasonable bounds, price would not be an issue. He won the auction for $120,000, he was thrilled and unbeknownst to him, year one at Yale had just been secured for Candace. The date set, he had seen his physician and gotten a prescription for Viagra. He worked with Alexandriene to set the date and he got to the Ritz early. He was dressed in a powder blue sweater and linen khakis, he wanted to look casual, relaxed, confident, but the truth couldn’t have been more opposite. They got the room, the same room that Alexandriene had shared with Robert. Gregory got there early and the wire transfer was executed. He took the little blue pill, and felt his heart start to beat rapidly, this was very odd. It must be nerves, he felt like a 16 year old, waiting to start his first date, yes it was nerves. Mouth dry, he got a glass of water, he had just taken a healthy sip when he heard the knock on the door…

 

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Candace steeled herself as she knocked on the door, unknowingly as nervous as the man on the other side. Her tousled golden hair had been carefully styled, her barely there makeup applied with a skillful hand of the artist Alexdrienne had paid and who coached Candace through the process so that she could repeat it herself if she chose.

The white form fitting sundress and white lace panties and matching bra she wore beneath it had also been chosen by Alexandreinne, as had the simple white sandals without a heel.

“No ‘fuck me’ heels for this my dear,” Alexandreine had teased, “They wouldn’t be appropriate...and are wholly unnecessary.”

All of it had the calculated effect of making her seem exactly what she was, an innocent virgin without guile or artifice. So she had been shocked when earlier in the spa treatment Alexandreinne had arranged she’d not only had her legs waxed… but the hair between them as well… all but a thin golden line of down that ended at the top of her slit.

The Aesthetician who performed the work had smiled knowingly and said, “When the carpet matches the drapes honey you don’t get rid of all of it. What a pretty little thing you are...everywhere.”

Candace had blushed furiously but in the end decided she liked the effect. It also felt strangely arousing to be so… bare.

Now, she held her breath as the door to the hotel suite opened and she was greeted by the slow smile of delight by the unexpectedly handsome but older man on the other side.

“Hello,” she said with an unsure smile of her own, “I’m Candace.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Gregory Jacobson

How he had waited and thought about today. If he had looked at her picture once, he had looked at it a thousand times over these two weeks since he had "won" the bid. He had performance anxiety like he couldn't believe and it crushed in on him at all angles. He had been to the club on Monday, only three days ago, and gone into the steamer. Men are naked in the steam room for the most part, but usually the steam is so thick that you don't even notice. Not on Monday, and as he watched the men walk in, he had not intentionally noticed their genitals, but as the penis parade marched by, all he noticed was the extreme scarcity of pubic hair.

Finally one of his oldest friends had come in, a man his age and he quietly asked, "why does every man in here have the balls of a new born baby?" His good friend, Daniel, Danny, O'Reilly, couldn't help himself and laughed. Jesus Greg, have you really been out of the game that long. He looked down at my gray wooly carpet, "Yep, I guess so". When his wife died neither of them had groomed, well, ever. They had grown up in the 70's where a full bush was all the rage and never been with anyone but each other since. So this was quite an awakening, and suddenly Greg was incredibly self conscious. Danny leaned in, Jesus man, you can't show that to a woman, if you plan to be with anyone again, there is one word for you, Manscaping. They have people here, a very nice aesthetician. Make an appointment". So he did, and two hours later he experienced what may have been the most painful experience of his life.

Bare had been the predominant mode in the steamer, and when Gladys, the aesthetician, asked he had cavalierly said, "take it all off". Three minutes later after the wax had been applied and the first strip was taken, he felt like crying, hitting, biting on wood or a bullet if available. Instead, as tears of pain eventually rolled down his cheek, he became a man of 2018, manscaped and ready for action.

The other thing he was battling was guilt. Greg wasn't a religious man, but his wife had been. If there was an afterlife and he was within months or weeks of being with her again, how would she feel about this last hurrah of his? It is amazing the crazy things you think about when mortality is looking you square in the face. The other aspect of guilt was Candace. What kind of man pays for a beautiful young girl's virginity? When it had been words on paper, more of a simple question, he had not had the moral angst. But every look into those innocent eyes, that young face had challenged him. He would play it by ear, but if he sensed any real reluctance on her part, he would not put her through this, that just wasn't who he was.

KNOCK, KNOCK...he knew the bouncer was close, but as he opened the door he only saw Candace, and despite how many times he had memorized her picture, the reality was so much more...she was...perfect. She smiled so sweetly, as she introduced herself. He extended his hand, and then leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek. "Hello Candace, I am Gregory...ah Greg Jacobson, and I am very pleased to meet you...you look absolutely beautiful...come on in and make yourself comfortable...may I get you anything to drink?"

 

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Her bright blue gaze lowered and a soft blush suffused her cheeks as he took her hand and gently kissed her cheek.

“I’m not picky,” she answered to his query about a drink, “Whatever you have is fine. I’m… not much of a drinker so I wouldn’t know what to ask for anyway.”

Her voice was soft, sweet, almost demure. She looked around the lavishly appointed suite, a little relieved as he moved not towards the bed but the elegant arrangement of sofa and chairs and the bar just beyond it. Alexandriene had told her that the man would be a good deal older than herself but for some reason she hadn’t considered that he might even be a little older than her father. But unlike that portly and self absorbed man Gregory was tall and still lithe and though there were lines at his eyes the bone structure of his face was still handsome and somehow she felt better that he wasn’t some young man raring to go and dragging her to the bed. He wore his age lightly and yet still seemed oddly dignified. Something about his eyes hinted that he may indeed have attained some wisdom.

She moved to the sofa and perched on the edge, her back straight, her knees together as she watched him. His hands were deft as he reached for a bottle she didn’t recognize and began to pour them each a drink, the way the muscles moved under the skin of his tanned forearms suddenly fascinating to her. She wanted to like him and the gentle pulse at her throat began to beat a little faster as she considered the fact that at some point in the evening those sure hands would be on her. The prospect was both daunting and exciting.

Candace had not dated much in high school despite being chased regularly enough. She had realized clearly fairly early on that any hope of escape from her parents would have to be into the world of academia and so she had taken her studies seriously. She’d been told by more than one boy that she was far too pretty to be such a nerd, that nerds didn’t have tits and a sweet ass like hers. Somehow it had been easy enough to resist such “flattery” and so her grades had soared as any prospect of a social life had receded. Thus she was perhaps as innocent as any modern teenager in the age of the internet could be.

Considering what she knew was to come however, she had begun a brief exploration of pornography. Most of it she found offensive, primarily because it very much seemed like the men didn’t care at all if the woman was enjoying herself and the women seemed bored or even downright angry if the expressions on their faces were any guide to go by. But she had stumbled across one video that had given her pause. In it a woman had been bound to a St. Andrews cross, nude, and her clothed “Master” had used a vibrator to tease her, running it over her erect nipples and down the length of her body to play against her clit. She had begged him to take her with a quiet desperation but he had not...at first. Instead he’d kissed and caressed her, knelt to tongue her wet sex...and yet continued to deny her culmination. Something about seeing her helpless, restrained, her lover both giving and yet cruelly withholding, had struck a chord in her, made her heart beat faster and brought a swift heat to her that she often enough ignored, seldom giving into the temptation to touch herself, distracting her mind instead. But that night she had succumbed to the temptation, trying to envision what it might be like to have a man touch her where she was so ardently touching herself.

Suddenly embarrassed by her own thoughts and realizing that she had simply been staring at his hands, she blushed and said, “I’ve passed by this hotel many times but this is the first time I’ve ever been inside. It’s very beautiful.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Gregory

Greg was extraordinarily comfortable in treating this suite as if it was his home. As he had thought back on his life, as he seemed to be doing quite a bit of since hearing his diagnosis, he realized he had spent far more time in rooms like this than he had in his own home. He had a gorgeous mansion overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Los Angeles. It was a true showcase and he had used it as a tool in his business, as when people saw how he “lived” they wanted him to design and build their showcases as well. He thought of that home and how many nights his former wife had been trapped in that mausoleum alone, and like he had done so often recently, he thought about the wasted time, and all of his decisions that had been predicated on the false illusion that he would always have more time to slow down and enjoy life.

As he went to pour their drinks, he chuckled at the irony. He looked back over his shoulder, and saw her sitting there, her back board straight, posture picture perfect, just like the rest of her. He wondered, how much of this is truly her, and how much is Alexandreinne's training. Candace was looking out the window, and from behind the sun gave her natural blonde hair the look of a halo. He couldn't help but stare, for she did look like an angel. Again, irony and a chuckle, he guessed he would know soon enough if his romantic vision of what angels would look like were true. For now though, she was an angel, and maybe he was the devil, he didn't like thinking of himself like that, but who but the devil would purchase the innocence of an angel.

Greg, was a scotch drinker, single malt, preferably 19 years aged or older, usually Macallan's or Johnny Walker Blue, at first he grabbed the familiar blue bottle, both types of expensive liquor were stocked in the well furnished bar, but he realized, these were too harsh for her, an acquired taste. They were smooth and smoky, but she was light, innocent, and he put the bottle back. Instead he grabbed the bottle of Tanqueray, gin and tonic with twist of lime, would be light, an adult version of Sprite. He poured their drinks into the fine Waterford cut crystal glasses, poured over three cubes of ice each and brought them around and handed it to her with a smile. Please tell me if you like this, if not, I can have them bring up something sweeter like a Daiquiri or I can also open a bottle of wine.

He was nervous, he didn't know exactly how to start this conversation. Face it, he hadn't been on a date in almost 35 years, nor had he been alone in any type of social setting with a girl this young and beautiful. Who was he kidding, if he tried to be seductive or debonair, he would make a fool of himself, an even bigger fool than he felt he was already making. He reached over and took her hand in his, "Candace, I will be honest, I think I may be more nervous here than even you. I have thought about this a lot today. I want this to feel right for both of us, as natural as it can. I am doing this, because I found out that I have cancer and only a few months left. I may not be able to buy immortality but I can afford a dignified death of my own choosing… and one last taste of earthly sweetness before I go. However, as I look at you, I realize how selfish that sounds and feels. You only get to give up your virginity once, and I want that to be right for you...So, I would like to take this slow, get to know each other a bit...and give you a chance to get comfortable with me and me with you. I would love for me to be your first and you to be my last...but I am giving you an out at any time...and as today and this evening progresses, if you are uncomfortable or feel you will have regrets you are free to go, I will pay you the full amount...but I don't want to be the man who forced you...I want to be the man you were comfortable giving this most cherished gift...”

He slid in closer to her, and looked into those gorgeous eyes, and then those full, pouty lips. They were glistening from her sip of the cocktail, and every bit of her sparkled. "...would you mind if I kissed you...you look so beautiful and pure...it would be an honor for this older man...to enjoy something so beautiful and delicious as your beautiful lips". Greg may have been old and out of practice, but he had once been a most skilled and generous lover. He cupped her delicate young cheek in his palm and leaned into her, his eyes were on hers, he sensed a bit of trepidation, but he would be gentle, so gentle. He closed his eyes, and brought his lips softly to hers, they were so soft, so sweet, and he kissed them, tentative at first, and then responsive. It was hard to put into words the electricity that shot through his body, he wanted to laugh, perhaps that little blue pill wasn't necessary. Was it that this was his first real kiss in years, maybe, but he didn't think so. Hell, he remembered how to kiss, and how it felt, but it hadn't felt like this. She was so soft, so pure, so perfect than he savored the moment, he could feel his body want to take her, own her, make her his, but he resisted and just enjoyed. They would move at the pace she was comfortable, and if she became uncomfortable he would live up to his word. Yes, this was his last hurrah, but it would be a celebration of the man he was and had been, not some cad who would force himself where he was not wanted. He lingered in the kiss, oh to know what she was thinking, was she feeling any of the spark he was? Probably not, but as he felt her stay, try to respond, he kissed her slightly more deeply and let his lips part ever so slightly to tickle her bottom lip softly with his tongue...he might as well see how she would respond

 

[MinxDark]

The taste of the gin was unexpectedly pleasant and swiftly heady to a slight young woman with little to no experience of the pleasures of alcohol. Her bright eyes widened as Gregory spoke, taking in his careful words. For a fleeting moment she considered taking him up on his offer to pay her anyway even if she changed her mind. After all, wasn’t that really why she was here? For the money she so desperately needed? Why go through with the arrangement if she didn’t have to?

But instead she remained where she was. Perhaps she was struck by his story though, of course, she had no way of knowing if it was true. But as he sat near her on the couch, looking into her eyes as he spoke, she found herself believing him… and liking the shape of his mouth. When he moved towards her she accepted his kiss not out of duty or pity… but because she wanted to feel that mouth on hers. And when his tongue questioningly touched her full lower lip she set her drink aside and opened herself to him, letting his tongue slowly coil with hers. Unconsciously she moved closer into his arms, her breasts pressing sweetly against his chest as he embraced her and her own hand wound up to the back of his neck, drawing him close.

She had never been kissed like this, the few fumbling boys who had kissed her before ending up being easy to fend off and send packing. They had possessed no subtlety or finesse. They were as cheap beer and this….was her first taste of mature and mellow wine.

When the kiss finally broke she blinked, startled. But then she met his gently questioning eyes and his words came home to her and she realized he deserved...and needed….a real response.

She left the hand that curled at the back of his neck in place and laid her other gently on his shoulder as she took a deep breath and said, “I know how this would look, on both our parts, to someone else. I don’t care. I didn't know how I would feel until just now myself. So I want you to know. I...want this. Want you. Put how we came here aside. There’s just now, just us. I won’t offer not to take your money because I can’t afford such a gesture. I didn’t know if I’d want you. But I do. So please…. Lead me. And kiss me again.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Gregory Jacobson

Before he kissed her, he had wondered for a second, would this be the shortest and most expensive date ever? He had opened himself up to that eventuality hadn’t he? Indeed he had, and he was okay with that, no overjoyed, but okay, as he wasn’t going to spend his last days on earth as anyone else than the man he had always been proud to be. But she let him kiss her, at least she didn’t pull away, the seconds felt like hours as he waited to see how she reacted.

He was thinking way too much, he had contemplated and gently let tongue slip out, timid, like child dipping toe into icy water, but he ventured on and tickled, knocking for permission to enter. She set down her drink, MY GOD SHE IS LEAVING? No, sweet and tender lips opened and welcomed, tongue intertwined with hers, playing, dancing. Her body leaned in, he was so acute to every movement, and mmmm, sweet nipples lightly brushing test, tender hand cupping back of neck. Every movement she make was so feminine, so gentle, again the word that suited her look and every action, PERFECT. Tender kiss lasted, and passion began to surge within him. Oh to touch her, to have her, he wanted to play, enjoy, and make her beautiful little body feel magic…Oh let me do that for you Candace…let me play you, like you should be played by a loving man who knows your instrument better than you do.

The kiss broke, but she left her hand in place, he wanted do curl his neck and hair into her touch like a puppy having his ears scratched. She had no idea how good that felt to him or how long he had wanted to feel that again. She was just natural, and he started to fall in love. Real love know, but this was not his strongest time emotionally, he was vulnerable and sentimental, and in that moment, he couldn’t imagine a place he would rather be or a person he would rather be with than the gentle and gorgeous young lady.

“I know how this would look, on both our parts, to someone else. I don’t care. I didn't know how I would feel until just now myself. So I want you to know. I...want this. Want you. Put how we came here aside. There’s just now, just us. I won’t offer not to take your money because I can’t afford such a gesture. I didn’t know if I’d want you. But I do. So please…. Lead me. And kiss me again.”
He couldn’t believe his ears, he wanted to jump up and dance around like a school boy in celebration. “You can stop at any time…just say STOP…but you have made me happier than I thought possible…trust me with your body and I will lead you, I promise”. He didn’t ask again, he took her strongly in his arms and kissed her, not tentatively, but affirmatively, a man who knew what he wanted and what he was doing. One hand firmly around her waste, the other combing through the back of her hair, pulling her toward him. Long deep passionate kisses, as hands started to slide up and down back and arms, breathing became stuttered, and hearts began to race.

Finally, he stopped and stood up, he took her by the hand and turned her around so that her back was to him. He brushed her hair to one side and let his lips find the side of her neck, softly, gently he kissed up and down her neck as fingers found her zipper and started to unwrap his beautiful little package…

 

[MinxDark]

She grew drunk on his kiss, the heat and nearness of his body as his mouth explored hers even more intoxicating than the gin. The full force that this whole scenario was pretty much forbidden came home to her as he raised her to her feet and turned her to undo the long zipper at her back and her knees suddenly felt weak. She trembled, not with guilt or shame, but with excitement at the sheer rebellion of this act. She had never been in love, had only barely experienced the occasional crush. She’d had no girlish illusions that one day the perfect man would sweep her off her feet and somehow make her life perfect. She had perhaps drunk too deeply of the bitter wisdom often contained in the books that were her closest companions. For one so young and inexperienced, she had very few illusions. And so why should she not savor this moment and make the most of it? Why not allow herself to feel the pleasure being offered by this handsome, knowledgeable man who, by his own admission, was soon to leave this earth?

As the dress fell into an untidy heap at her feet she stepped out of and the sandals she still wore, away from him. Then she turned slowly to face him once more, a soft smile curving her lips as she looked for his reaction to her small but voluptuous form in the matching white lace panties and bra set. The bra was not padded nor did it possess an underwire. Her youthful full breasts required neither and the shadow of her rose colored nipples through the lace tantalized. A tiny waist flared to curving hips that only promised to become fuller and more luscious in perhaps a few more years, slim lightly tanned thighs were toned by dance classes and her tiny feet were adorned with a light pearly pink polish.

She took an uncertain and still shy step back towards him, butterflies running riot low in her belly and filling her with a delicious aching heat that she was suddenly eager to have him fan into full flame.

 

[Homerun2611]

Gregory Jacobson

Her neck felt so soft, her skin silky smooth as he pressed soft kisses. Up and down her neck, he kissed and nibbled. He thought he heard a little giggle, which was so endearing. His hand undid the long zipper and kissed the dress down and off her shoulders. Suddenly her beautiful nearly naked form had its back to him and was stepping out of her dress, letting it puddle on the floor. He couldn't help but stare as she stepped away, taking off her shoes, it felt like a dream, a wonderful dream, and he let his eyes enjoy the wonderful view. His eyes trailed up the sculpted back and back down to the heart shaped, but oh so firm bottom. Everything so tight and petite, her proportions incredible. He felt his arousal harden, even though they had barely touched.

As she turned, there was a sweet smile a soft look from engaging blue eyes. She looked tentative but ready, almost eager, perhaps just curious as to what might come next. She took a tentative step back toward him, and he heard his voice, "Stop", was it a command or a request, it was hard to tell and even he wasn't sure, but she stopped. "I want to see you..." he had paid for this, and this was a one time thing, he scanned over perfect breasts, and sweet mound, concealed by white lace, rosy nipples barely visible, but much apprecated, and he smiled and looked back at beautiful eyes, "...Candace you are spectacular...just spectacular".

"Thank you for doing that...giving that to me...now come here". He took her again in his arms and kissed her. As tongues again danced, he let hand drift down to cradle her ass, and he moaned as he touched it. "Turn back around, I want you to realize something...your power". Once again she spun 180 degrees and with her back to him, he again pushed her hair to the side and nibbled on her ear. As he did so, he brought his hand around and grabbed her waist in his palm. He pulled her back into him, and pressed his now fully erect cock against her. "You did this...just the site of you, has made me so aroused..." He chuckled, that is no small feat in a 60 year old man, "...Candace you are beautiful, know what you do to men, and enjoy that sense of power...but use it wisely, and make sure you want what you will make them want to do". He continue to nibble and kiss, ears, neck, shoulders up and down. He let his one hand reach around and slide inside the cup of her bra, gently fondling her perky full breast, letting his finger circle her areola, and then rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Simultaneously he let his other hand slide his fingers down past her waist band, and over her soft fluff of fur, until he cupped her pussy in his fingers and palm.

He saw the goosebumps start to rise on the shoulder he was nuzzling and he was pleased, he wanted to bring her entire body alive and this was the start. She turned her head just enough that he was able to crane his neck and again find her mouth, her lips were open, and as he gave her mound a gentle squeeze he heard her gasp...this was just the beginning...

 

[MinxDark]

A series of soft gasps left her as flesh that had never been touched by anyone else was caressed and stroked. She shivered as the goosebumps prickled over her skin, caused as much by the words he murmured to her as the feel of his aroused body pressed against her near-nakedness. She wanted to turn in his arms and press herself fully against him, feel the evidence of his ardor pressed against her...and then she froze as his hand slipped beneath the dainty lace panties she wore and cupped the deliciously bare sex beneath her sweet golden “landing strip.” Her head fell back, her eyelids fluttering, and then his mouth was on hers again and her tongue sought his eagerly as she pressed back against him. His hardness nestled against her ass was maddening and his hand cupping her bare pussy made her throb deep inside and she realized almost with a start that she was getting wet.

It was heady, the sense of power she suddenly felt for the first time. And yet, in her, it was a soft thing, yielding, wanting his desire not just to have it...but so that he would act it out on her. She wanted more of his hands, his mouth, and the insistent heat and hardness between his legs. How she wanted to know more about that! She felt both desired and cherished in his embrace and as he kissed her she also felt… utterly and deliciously possessed.

She whimpered softly into his mouth, her hips unconsciously rocking forward against his hand, all but begging for more, and when their kiss finally broke she whispered, “Please… tell me what to do...”

 

[Homerun2611]

Her soft body pressing back against him, melting into him, her kiss so soft and sweet, every single aspect so soft and sweet. The kiss broke, and he wanted more, the slow taste of her was so delicious. “Please… tell me what to do...”, he smiled and nibbled her shoulder, then pressed his lips to her ear so she felt his warm breath with every word. He let his middle finger press into her folds, so warm, and he felt the warm, wet response of her early arousal. He let his middle finger slide up and around the inner folds of her outer lips. Bringing it just up to, but not quite brushing tender clit. He would run it slowly around, almost, but not quite 360 degrees, so he teased her lips, but left clit aching, "I want you to be patient...like a child on christmas morning, enjoy the anticipation of unwrapping...what is inside...what will I be enjoying....I would love to put myself inside you right now...but it would hurt and not give you pleasure...but if you let me open you up...use my fingers and my tongue...you will be ready...and then when my cock enters you...yes it will hurt for an instant...but only and instant...and then you will take him...enjoy him...and I will make love to you".

His fingers moved to her inner lips, and again ran their slow jog, all around, letting the arousal continue to build as he kissed her, and rolled her nipples in his fingers. He stopped fo a second and unfastened her bra and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. He cupped both breasts in his hands..."beautiful" soft fondling, and gentle pinching...his hand traveled back down and two strong fingers were crooked and slid into soaking vagina..."good, you are getting more and more ready" Two, three gentle pumps of his fingers and he felt her respond.."so good Candace, you are so good". He again brought his fingers out and went down on one knee behind her...fingers crooked on waist band he slid the lacy panties down her beautiful toned legs..."Sit down and lean back on the sofal Kitten...I want to taste your sexy offering"

 

[MinxDark]

She had frozen as he had slipped his fingers within her wet folds. She had never been touched by anyone but herself there and even then… She had considered sexual urges a distraction and typically simply quickly got herself off with her fingers on her sensitive clit when they became insistent enough that study or even dance would not silence them. She had actually never touched inside her own pussy and when Greg’s fingers, much larger than her own, first penetrated her tight slick entrance she gasped softly, shivering with the sensation.

His gentle whispers in her ear both soothed and excited her as he carefully began to prepare her pussy for what was to come. His fingers seemed very large to her and she could not even imagine what it was going to be like to have his cock invade her there. She tightened involuntarily against his gently pumping fingers and was astonished at how good it felt. Experimentally, she did it deliberately and a tiny moan escaped her. It felt so good to be pressed against his chest, his warmth and his soft gentle voice lulling her, making her bones feel as if they were turning to liquid while his fingers carefully fucked her.

She grew wetter still, biting her full lower lip and pressing against his hand, his teasing fingers inside her driving her to distraction even as her thus far neglected clit began to throb slowly with need. That was when he released her, startling her once more as he knelt and removed her panties, instructing her to sit on the couch.

On trembling legs, she did as she was told, at first sitting as primly as she had before...but then she slowly leaned back against the back of the sofa, gazing up at him trustingly, her thighs together and her pink nipples hard with her want.

“Like this?” she asked softly, wanting very much to please him.

 

[Homerun2611]

Gregory Jacobson

She sat there so prim and proper. Well, as prim and proper as you can be when you are stark naked. Her little pink nipples were so hard, every bit of her perfect. She was excited, expectant, but not sure what she should do. She eventually eased herself back against the arm of the sofa, but her little legs were still together, with her feel on the floor. She smiled sweetly, “Like this?”. He chuckled kindly, gently. “My god you are precious…I wasn’t sure girls like you existed any more…thank you for restoring my confidence….you are doing fine, but here, relax and let me guide you”. With that he slipped his hand under her calf and picked her leg up and set it up with her knee bent and resting against the sofa back. He looked down. “Hmmm, now that is better…you have no idea how beautiful you look spread open like that”.

He was telling the truth, she looked spectacular and he set his knee up close to her pussy, resting on it, he leaned in cupped her face in his and hand kissed her. Several long slow, penetrating kisses, until he could sense the hunger and need in her mouth. Still kneeling above her he brought his mouth to her breast as he gently massaged the other breast with his hand. Fingers and lips moved to her nipples simultaneously, softly suckling and gentle rolling, tongue flicks, harder sucking, and kisses, short sweet, tongue playing and then suckling again. Alternating his hands and fingers and mouth on each breast until he could feel her back start to arch into him for more. ‘Always leave them wanting more’, he kissed slowly down her tummy and felt her hands in his hair. Licks and soft kisses, he made his way down to her blond tuft, and kept kissing until ha felt the slightest dampness, and saw the glistening of her beautiful little pussy. Her lips were starting to purse open, and without even realizing it, she had slid down a bit on the sofa and spread her legs wider.

He slid his leg back and laid down on his stomach propped up on his elbows. He looked up into her eyes and she looked down at him with both hesitancy and want. “Just relax and enjoy Kitten, let Daddy take care of you”. He looked down and enjoyed her little pink slit, and let his hands slide down her inner thighs until his hands were at her pussy lips, then with his two thumbs he spread them open. He inhaled deeply as he let his face drift down, her musk was strong indicating her arousal, but it was so fresh and sweet and as he inhaled the pheromones, he felt the arousal surge throughout his body. So soft, so sweet, he let his tongue slide up and down her inner lips, up and down, each side he enjoyed her nectar, and felt her little body squirm in reaction. He smiled, “good girl, let your body go”, and he hardened is tongue to slide into her tight virgin tunnel.

She was getting wetter, and his insertion caused a little moan and he looked up to see her hand run through hair. He pulled up and gave her clit a few little flicks of his tongue and felt it come out from its hood. She was trusting him and as he hardened his tongue, he began to tongue fuck her hot little pussy, while sliding his thumb up to massage her clit. Her body looked so sexy from this angle, he loved eating her pussy, and began to dig in and attack her sex. She began to grind into him in response…”Good Candace…you taste amazing…release yourself to me” and with that he let his tongue come up and kiss and suck on her swollen clit as he took his two middle fingers and sawed in and out of her vagina….

 

[MinxDark]

She trembled again as he spread her legs, a fleeting thought that spreading her legs made her a whore and yet… him being the one to do it made it somehow permissible, even right. She was still nervous and the fact that she was now fully exposed to his sight made a deep blush bloom on her cheeks but as he covered her body with his own and began to kiss her, her last reservations began to melt away. He just...felt so very good. Her body responded to him as he dizzied her with his kisses and when his lips first closed over one of her aching nipples a soft gasp of delight left her and she arched her back, pressing into him, without even realizing she was doing it.

Her thoughts became a confused jumble as she was slowly overwhelmed by sensation while he eventually kissed his way down her body and she at last felt his mouth on her wet and aching sex. Her pulse began to rush and as his tongue at last began to lap at her eager and stiff little clit she could no longer bite back her moans. She writhed and though a chill little shock went through her when he referred to himself as “Daddy” (for, truth be told, she didn’t even like her father let alone think of him in any way sexual) she felt her body respond in a way her young mind could not yet parse. It just felt good and right...and warm and safe. She felt suddenly cherished, her hips rising to him of their own accord as a rush of heated slick coated the firm fingers he fucked her with.

As his experienced tongue worked her she began to pant, her breathes punctuated with tiny whimpers as she repeatedly sank her teeth into her full lower lip. Her eyes drifted close only to open again to watch his face between her legs, his eyes adoring as they met her own and his tongue pressed harder against her, his fingers thrusting still slowly but a little harder. She could feel the need to cum rising swiftly as he kept her hovering on the edge. She wanted to beg him for more… harder...faster… but bit her lip and let her body beg for her, her hips setting up a frantic little rhythm against his face as broken little whimpers parted her full lips.

 

[Homerun2611]

She was grinding into him, bucking and grinding, her cunt having a mind of its own, and desperately seeking release from the ache of need. Her taste so sweet, her scent so pure. Just the look, feel and taste of her had him harder than he had felt in years, harder than he ever remembered. She bucked up into him and he caught her. Sliding his biceps under her firm thighs, cradling her ass and arching her pelvis up for a more complete frontal assault, he felt an incredible surge of adrenaline.

My God, was this how he used to feel, he didn't remember, but didn't think so. Maybe because he had never before enjoyed such a magnificent specimen of beauty and femininity. FUCK, this felt good, tasted good. He was 60 and dying of cancer, but right now, in this moment, he was as virile and wanting as any 18 year old on the planet. Christ he wanted this girl needed this girl. His heart was pounding, and every beat was echoed and magnified by the pulses in his throbbing hard prick. As he ate her out, he was instinctively grinding and thrusting his pelvis, readying his ammunition for the campaign to come.

He pulled her sex into him and sealed the lips of her pussy with his mouth. His tongue and mouth were seemingly everywhere, as he growled and moaned in pure delight and lust. Kissing, licking and sucking her clit, tongue sliding up and down lips, more juices flowing lapped up, YUMMM. Fuck, everything so good, so damn good. Her clit, oh that clit, he could not give it enough attention. He opened his eyes and saw the razor sharp nipples, her chest was spackled in soft blotches, he felt her walls tightening on his tongue, he heard her sweet but increasingly urgent moans...she was right there, and she was fantastic.

He was completely captivated, held her in amazing spell of innocence, was he her daddy no, but christ he felt protective at this moment, he would care for her, feed her, and they would have this moment and others. "Come to me...be MINE", he groaned and then dove back in...lick, flick, suck, lick, flick, suck..."yes baby", lick flick suck, tongue fuck hard, once , twice, three times...now attack clit, pushing, pressing, sucking, licking...over and over...CUM CANDACE...CUM!

 

[MinxDark]

Nothing could have stopped her at that point. Beyond all rational thought, nothing existed but the demands of her body, the overwhelming pleasure her pussy was feeling and responding to. She was wetter than she had ever been in her young life and not just because of the addition of her lover’s saliva mingling with her own silky juices. She was panting, her golden curls in wild disarray as her head tossed on the armrest of the sofa as the blinding pleasure mounted.

A broken litany of praises and begging left her between the soft cries of pure pleasure she could no longer hold back. “Yes….oh please… that feels so good...please...I need… oh God what you’re doing… don’t stop, please don’t stop Daddy… it’s so good……..” and then words were gone as her back arched hard, her entire body drawn taut as a bowstring and she began to tremble violently as the orgasm hit her with crushing force, wracking her petite body with sensations she had never even guessed it was capable of. A long wordless cry was wrung from her, a sound she’d never made before as her cunt spasmed and pulsed with her release that seemed to go on forever as his tongue continued its hard caress of her throbbing stiff clit.

In its dizzying wake it left her pussy so sensitive she could hardly bear to be touched and she drew her hips down and away from his face, whispering pleadingly, “Oh… please...I can’t...I can’t take any more right now!” A helpless little giggle left her as she dimly realized she’d just gone from begging him to never stop to now pleading with him to do just that.

Her heart was still pounding, her entire body flushed and she experienced a sense of unreality that was only eclipsed by the sudden adoration of the man between her trembling thighs.

 

[Homerun2611]

Gregory Jacobson

He heard her, and it was like an aging athlete hearing the applause from adoring fans, “Yes….oh please… that feels so good...please...I need… oh God what you’re doing… don’t stop, please don’t stop Daddy… it’s so good……..” He felt energized and wanted to perform above and beyond his abilities, 30 years younger, ready to clear tall buildings in a single bound. “Daddy”, he had tossed the word out without thinking, wondered if he had overstepped, but Christ as she moaned it back he almost came from that single utterance.

He had attacked sweet pussy, and tender, sensitive clit with vengeance, and as she came he was nearly as sated as she was. He took her thrusts and returned in kind, as she creamed on his tongue, he enjoyed like the most decadent of ice creams. He truly ate her and drank her, and couldn’t remember enjoying any flavor or delicacy more. He felt her peak and start to crest, and he gently rode her down. He knew how hypersensitive her clit was, and he pulled away his tongue and fingers. He let himself enjoy one last long, luxurious lap of her slit, and sweet nectar, and then he kissed those gentle, pink lips good bye for now.

Backing his face away, he let his nails lightly scratch and tickle down her inner thighs, and as he hoped, he earned a little giggle and squirm. She was so cute, simply delicious. Two light kisses on each of her inner thighs, and as he stood up, with one palm he wiped her excess from his mouth and cheeks, and with his other hand he again reached down and cupped her pussy. “Don’t worry, I will be back” he told her spent sex. He would revive her and she would have much more pleasure tonight.

He layed down next to her for a minute and balanced on his elbow and side, his free hand stroked her tussled hair off her still slightly flushed face. He smiled and leaned down and kissed her. “You were wonderful there, I want you to know that. Your body is meant to enjoy so much pleasure…” He leaned in and kissed her, letting his tongue slide in and once again dance for a moment, he wondered if she could taste how wonderful she was? “…I will only get this night with you…so ask questions if you want…or if you have always wanted something…just ask…let me be your teacher…your lover…Kitten…and Daddy will take care of you”.

With that he got up, and bent down and picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed, ever so gently and delicately he placed her so she sat, glorious in her little naked body, sitting on the edge looking up at him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “There are few things sexier for a man, that to have a woman undress him…I want you to take your time…do whatever feels natural…kiss me, lick me, touch me…whatever you feel like…but I do want you to undress me Candace so that I can make love to you…”

 

[MinxDark]

Her legs still felt slightly unsteady as she rose, her head still swimming from what she had just experienced. The feel of her own slick juices on her inner thighs brought another blush to her cheeks as she gazed up at the man who had caused it with something akin to adoration. More than anything she wanted to thank him and she felt an almost unaccountable urge to please him in turn, to show him how deeply he had moved her. Her soft shy smile greeted him as her hands went to the buttons of his shirt and she said, "I would love to undress you and do anything else you might like me to. And... I very much want you to make love to me. I didn't know if I would. But now, now I almost can't wait."

When his shirt was unbuttoned and pulled out of his pants she reached for his wrists, unbuttoning his cuffs and, as she did so, gently kissed the underside of each of his wrists in an almost reverent gesture. As she eased the shirt off his shoulders she leaned in and kissed the hollow of his throat and he could feel the tip of her tongue flicker lightly over his skin before she removed the shirt entirely and then gently turned him and pushed him down to sit at the end of the bed so that she could kneel before him and remove his shoes and socks, setting them neatly aside and then laying his shirt smoothly over a chair. When she turned back she stepped to stand between his legs and reached to turn his face up towards her and bent her head and kissed him slowly. This time it was her tongue that parted his lips and explored his mouth. The taste of her own sex there once more sent a small thrill through her. It had never occurred to her to put her own fingers in her mouth after pleasuring herself and so the taste was completely new and she found that she liked it, that it excited her enough that, even after the shattering orgasm she had just had, a tiny tingle stirred low in her belly once more.

She made a little contented sound of pleasure as she felt his arms go around her and draw her in as he shifted the kiss to a deeper one and through it she could almost feel his own pent up passion and need. His hands traveled over the smooth skin of her back and finally settled on her ass, kneading it as he brought her in tight against him until she gently pushed away from him and drew him once more to his feet so she could unbutton and unzip his pants, drawing them down over his hips along with his boxers until she was kneeling before him again, confronted for the first time with his rigid cock, swollen head gleaming with his precum. For a moment she was daunted as she considered that soon this would be inside her, forcing her open, taking her virginity, and the notion made her tremble in both fear and excitement.

Gently, almost wonderingly, she took his length in one hand and slowly stroked him, hoping she was doing it right, before she leaned in and swirled her tongue over his head like a girl with an ice cream cone. The taste of him was startling but not at all unpleasant and the low groan her touch drew from him made her bolder and she finally took his head between her parted lips, experimentally suckling and then licking him lightly again.

 

[Homerun2611]

Gregory Jacobson

"I would love to undress you and do anything else you might like me to. And... I very much want you to make love to me. I didn't know if I would. But now, now I almost can't wait." OH MY GOD, he thought. How is this possible? He backed up slightly to give her room. Give this angel room. He could tell how new all of this was to her, but she was so natural, her every move coquettish and enchanting. He had never spent better money in his life, but therein was regret…how ironic, that the greatest passion he had ever felt would take place in the last few moments of his life.

He felt her little, delicate hands unbutton his shirt, just a little bit of tickle…he was so hard…he didn’t need a pill…but oh how he needed her. She pulled the tails out from his trousers and turned his hands up to undo his cuffs. She bent down, he felt the gentlest of kisses on his wrists. It was natural for her, but soft and seductive was so much sexier than obvious and attacking. He had known her what, a bit over an hour now, and she had completely captivated. If asked, he would have said he was in love, it was the situation, but the feelings coursing through his body were unlike any he could remember or imagined he could feel. He kept his eyes moving over her gorgeous little frame, perfect breasts, gorgeus tummy, hips, legs and pussy…and his prick twitched over and over in his pants.

She undid his pants, did she hear the groan, could she sense the incredible want. God, he didn’t want to frighten her. She simply smiled warmly, sweetly, reassuringly and went do her knees to slide his pants and boxers off, and neatly place them beside his shirt. His cock was bobbing up and down a bit with every heart beat, but it stood out, reaching for her in a way he didn’t think was any longer possible. She had his body on fire, so needy, so hungry, but at the same time wanting to feel her, feed her, watch her want to and enjoy swallowing his seed.

He saw her looking down at his swollen hard prick, what was she thinking? “I promise it will fit when the time comes, and it will feel wonderful once you get used to it…a woman enjoys being filled completely and tightly with the desire of a man”. She nodded, but was clearly unsure, but she did seem to trust him, and he would be gentle and make her feel wonderful.

She was so gentle, she delicately went back to her knees, and wrapped her fingers and hand around him. He could easily take both small hands. She stroked him, he groaned, almost growled or purred, like a big cat, finally getting petted and soothed of his aching, “Mmmmm”, he moaned. Her tongue reached out, she was so cute, his large, purple mushroomed head, her personal popsicle, as she tongued it, licking the precum oozing from him in desire. “Oh yes, Candace…that is so nice…mmmm, so good”.

Finally, her lips opened, and she took him inside. Her warm mouth, her tongue, her saliva swirled around and welcomed him, then he felt her lips seal around him, taking him, he knew this was the last time he would ever feel this amazing sensation and enjoyed that his very last was likely his very best….Her tongue swirled, “you are doing perfect Candace, just like that, lots of tongue, slow…you are making my cock feel amazing…” He couldn’t help but thrust his hips a bit, he didn’t want to startle or choke her, but he just couldn’t help but respond a little. He felt her mouth slide up and down, his smooth silky length, she could undoubtedly taste the precum flowing slowly out, as his arousal grew with each wonderful stroke. “Please, use one hand to cradle my balls and gently play with them”. He was so happy he had shaved, he hoped she would be okay even taking one of them into her mouth eventually, sucking gently while stroking him.

He didn’t want to be pushy, but this felt incredible and he just wanted to enjoy, let her learn, experiment, she was perfect…he was feeling amazing…she did as told, and the sensations were even more incredible, “Yes, Candace…would you even mind licking my balls for a minute while you stroke me….you are doing amazing…just amazing….would you mind if I layed back on the bed...you just feel so damn good...my legs are trembling in desire”

 

[MinxDark]

To have a grown man tell her she was making his legs weak sent an unexpected thrill through her. She was suddenly suffused with a heady sense of power, her first real experience of the power a beautiful woman holds over a man.

She slipped her mouth off his cock just long enough to say softly, obediently, "Yes Daddy...whatever you like."

As he lay back on the bed she considered his request, a soft smile curving her full lips. She was very much enjoying kissing and suckling his cock, still surprised and a little daunted by how truly hard it was and the way it was bigger than she had been expecting. For though she had taken in some porn recently she'd also done a bit of research and had been relieved to discover that the average cock was nowhere near what she saw paraded on the screen. And while Greg might not have been anywhere near some of the more monstrous ones she had seen... he was still clearly above the average.

And though she had thought after that first shattering orgasm that her poor drenched pussy might never be able to bear being touched again she began to once more feel the sweet ache of renewed arousal and blushed at her own rampant desire. Not giving herself time to think about it, she slipped up onto the bed beside him... with her toes pointing at the pillows by his head as she positioned her mouth over him again, delicately holding his straining cock aside with one hand while she cradled and lifted his heavy balls with the other and dipped her head to begin licking them as he'd asked, leaving the expanse of her sweet young body within easy reach for him.

She was beginning to understand that she liked having him tell her what to do. Not just because she was unsure and inexperienced and literally needed the direction, all of which was true, but because every time he did she felt another low throb of pleasure that made her want to purr.

 

[Homerun2611]

Gregory Jacobson

"Yes Daddy...whatever you like." Mmmhmmmm, "Oh, Candace, I like that, mmmm, yes, very much". He felt her little body transition around him, lifting his cock, and gently licking and suckling his balls. Her touch was so gentle, but so incredibly arousing, he eased back and let himself enjoy every second, every magical touch.

As he opened his eyes he could see her body there, beautiful and wonderfully accessible. "Candace, open yourself to me, Daddy wants to play". She never broke rhythm, tonguing his balls, and slowly stroking his large, and oh so hard cock. But she did as told spreading her legs, one knee up and the other laying on the bed, he quickly found himself staring into her glistening, pink sex.

He had been concerned before the day started, would she be too frightened, could he still arouse such an innocent and beautiful young lady. Those fears were long gone, as he looked and licked his lips, at her sweet lips, dripping in honey. He took his thumb and slid it up and down her opening. He felt her squirm and give a little coo to his touch, and turned his hand up such that he could slide two fingers in her still very tight but wet channel. He was now transfixed on watching her body react to his touch, but he also felt his arousal growing...she was quikly getting him to the edge, and once she returned her tongue and mouth to his pulsating head, he knew it would not be long...

He brought his thumb to her clit and applied pressure to the swollen little button, applying pressure, and firmly massaging, while still sawing his beefy fingers slowly in and out.

"Candace...please put me back in your mouth...that felt amazing, but if you just swirl the head a bit and bob up and down...I will let you know when I am about to cume and you can decide if you want to stay on and taste me or finish me with your hand"....He was breathing hard, feeling amazing, enjoying everything she was doing to him...and everything he was doing to her...and her little body's reaction to it all...

 

[MinxDark]

She parted her thighs for him gladly, flushing as she realized he'd once again be staring right at her glistening aroused sex. It felt so forbidden, everything about this astounding encounter indeed was forbidden. And that made it twice as sweet, aroused her in ways she had never imagined she was capable of.

She was happy to be told to take him back into her mouth, having quickly discovered that his swollen head was perhaps every bit as sensitive as her own little stiff clit. She swirled her tongue over him, lapping firmly, teasing the point that leaked his precome with the tip of her tongue and delighting in the way that made his hips move despite himself and the low groan of pleasure that left him made her shiver in delight.

She moaned around him as well when he began to pleasure her once more with his hand, slowly preparing her for the entrance of his cock that she was beginning to want with a bone deep need she had never experienced. But it seemed he was in no hurry as he told her he would cum in her mouth if she wanted. And she did, though she was not sure she could swallow him...but she intended to try. Experimentally, she took him deeper, held him, tounging the underside of his shaft...and then took a little more until she was comfortable with just over half his cock in her mouth, her hand stroking the remaining length in tandem with her bobbing head, her tongue licking firmly across his head each time she drew back far enough, making his hips pump in tandem with her sweetly sucking mouth.

He could feel those tight virginal walls pulsing against his invading fingers and her little clit swell against his thumb as her own hips began to jerk tightly once more, her moans of pleasure vibrating through his cock as he fucked her mouth with as much restraint as he could muster. She whimpered adorably and trembled once more as she came but the determined little thing never released his cock to cry out, suckling and licking almost frantically now as her body bucked with her own orgasm. Almost as if she were begging him to cum with her.

 

[Homerun2611]

As she parted her thighs all he could think about was an angel spreading her wings. She was his angel and the irony was not lost on him, given how soon he would indeed meet his maker, or so he hoped. "Mmmmm" my angel he had begun to play with her earlier, but now, having begun to saw his fingers into her, each thrust deeper and a bit harder, playing and teasing her clit to near the point of ecstacy, he watched her hips move and he felt the heat pour out of her throbbing, wanting sex.

She did as he requested...moving her delicate mouth, and delicious little tongue instinctively to his most sensitive spots...bobbing, licking, sucking, her hand joining her working the lower half of his prick that her little mouth was too small to entertain or satisfy. "Oh, my God kitten...so good...so fucking good"...she worked him, as he tried to move as gently as he could...but so needing to fuck her gorgeous mouth and throat..."MMMMmmmm" he growled...but he held...he needed to feel her first...cum for me kitten, he thought....

There it was...the quiver and pull of sweet cunt being satisfied...and gripping and releasing...oh how good that would feel shortly on his cock...my god...how good that would feel...but for now that was enough...her hand bucking into him, her pussy grinding and cumming once again...and her sounds, moans as her tongue took on a frenetic pace wanted to enjoy his..."OH FUCK YESSS!!!!"...his ball clinched so hard...and the spasm in his thighs...hell his entire body was incredible..."pull your tongue back and protect your throat"...he though of her not wanting to choke her...as he felt his body explode...erupt in glorious climax...stream after stream of creamy while cum progecting...shooting from his incredibly satsfied cock..."Oh God Candace" he panted as somehow she stayed on...and he fired the last of his load into her beautiful mouth....she stayed down...licking him up...as she softly grinded her pussy a few final twinges into his hand...

"You are perfect...I hope you know that...I may be your first...but you are the finest, most exquisite woman I have ever been with...thank you...thank you so much for being here...being you...." He laid back, spent, feeling amazing....gasping a bit...but not in fatigue, but pure blisss...had his body, ever ever felt this good?!?!

Eventually they got up, and he walked over to the phone...he needed a bit of time to recover...and he wanted to order a very special dinner...something to celebrate and something for her to remember always...just as he would

 

[MinxDark]

She wasn't sure exactly what he meant as his cum began to spurt into her mouth and for a precious second her cheeks ballooned almost comically as her eyes went wide with surprise. But she was able to back off and keep herself from choking at the last moment, swallowing quickly to keep up as he came, her hand still milking his shaft. When it seemed it was finally over she gently licked his head, suckling to be certain she had everything he had to give her. She was perhaps surprised to realize she felt no revulsion but rather a deep and sweet satisfaction that she had obviously given him a great deal of pleasure.

Gently releasing him, she kissed the top of his thigh and hip, watching him with an adoring smile as she responded, "I'm glad it was you. I...of all the ways this could have happened... this is perfect. I mean it."

As he ordered dinner she slipped into the bathroom to clean up a bit, wondering if she should go put her dress back on until she saw the two plush hotel robes hanging on the back of the door. There was something decidedly decadent and delicious in the thought of eating dinner with him with both of them wearing nothing but those robes. The staff when they came in would know good and well what was going on between them and part of her wanted to flaunt it, to have some stranger see her, Daddy's Kitten, being treated and spoiled, knowing she was also being fucked by this beautiful older man who adored her.

Once she had sashed one of the robes around her own tiny waist she left the bathroom with the other robe in her hands, holding it out for him to slip into shyly.