Selling her cherry

[Innocent_Tiger]

Selling her cherry [need male RPer]

Me: Ariella Symonds

Ariella is 21 years old and has just graduated from university. She grew up privileged, her father working in Investment Banking, and her mother a housewife. But last year, her father lost his job, they had to sell their mansion. Now, her father and mother live in a one-bedroom apartment and Ariella was forced to rent a shoddy apartment downtown.

Since she graduated 6 months ago, Ariella has been working in a restaurant. The hours are long and tiresome. She never imagined this life for herself. She had always been intelligent and performed well at school and university, but because of the current economic situation she was finding it extremely difficult to get a decent job. She had been to 20 interviews for a variety of corporate roles in the past 5 months and didn't hear back from any... except a text from a male interviewer asking her if she wanted to go on a date. She was so angry, that she didn't even reply - that's one thing she never failed at, attracting men. She found it so tiresome how men would ogle her and stumble over their words when around her. But it was no wonder: she is 160cm tall, has long chestnut brown hair, full pert breasts and a large ass that stand out on her slim petite frame. Her facial features are beautiful in a cute girl next door type of way - she has round green eyes, lips that are full and puffy without being distracting, and a nose that tilts up slightly at the tip. Simply put, she looked like she could be a model or an actress.

But it was true that Ariella never had any idea what she wanted to do with her life. No particular career path ignited any real fire or passion in her. Perhaps that's why she hadn't managed to secure a job: they could see through her act.
But her complacency came from being spoilt by her parents - she knew that her parents would fund another university degree for her if she wanted, or she could just fly around the world and figure things out while sipping cocktails on a beach in Mexico.
So when her father suddenly lost his job while she was in the middle of taking her final year exams, it hit her hard. After she had to move out of the university dorms, she slept on her parents couch for a few weeks until she got the restaurant job and rented the cheapest apartment she could find.

As if losing the mansion wasn't bad enough, shortly after, her father suffered a heart attack... thankfully he survived, but he could no longer work and having lost the health insurance that came with his job, he and his wife were now in a pit of debt. Her mother had never worked and had bad arthritis, so Ariella, their only child, was now responsible for their financial well-being. She wished she could support them, but she could barely support herself. Her apartment was grim: damp and mould covered the ceilings and walls of several of the rooms and it was difficult to sleep because of the constant noise from drunk people passing by... she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good night's sleep.

Life had changed so much for Ariella in these last 6 months. She'd lost most of her friends because she couldn't afford to go on the expensive nights out or vacations with them anymore. She couldn't afford the expensive designer clothes. She missed that life... but a part of her felt a sense of freedom. Sometimes she didn't even enjoy those nights out and felt like she was just putting on an act. Ariella had always felt immune from harm because of how spoilt her upbringing was. She never had to do anything because she always knew her parents would be there to support her. But standing on her own two feet for once in her life made her feel alive in a way. She felt motivated to get up in the morning, try to find a job and improve her family's life.

Ariella was raised religious, told that she should save herself for marriage, so she had always guarded her pussy like it was a precious diamond. A few years ago, she'd dated a billionaire's son for 5 months and the most she'd ever done was kiss him... twice. She didn't even let him see, let alone touch, her precious pussy. As she learnt more about sex, she laughed thinking back to how blue his balls must have been for those 10 months.

It made her feel powerful, to know that every man wanted a piece of her pussy, but she would never give it up. Although it was tiresome, a hidden part of her found it thrilling when men lusted over her.

Ariella often felt horny, but she told herself not to be weak and give in. She wanted to wait for her perfect Prince Charming, and not give it up to a stupid immature boy. No, she wanted a man. Sometimes when she felt a surge of horniness, she would masturbate. Once she'd even watched porn - a very vanilla missionary sex clip - and felt so ashamed and dirty. She also had a little clitoris vibrator which her girlfriend has bought her, but she'd only used twice. Her awareness of sex is very limited - she knows that men put their cocks in girls vaginas and, she's even heard they sometimes put them in a girl's mouth and ass... but thinks the last one must be very rare. Other than that she doesn't know much at all. That whole other world of sex is something dark and scary to her, the idea that she might enjoy it is such a foreign idea to her... but not for long.


Present Day: Ariella has just turned up at her parent's apartment and walked into her father having a conversation with a former colleague. His name was Greg and he'd been fired just after her dad had. He was full of stories about the firm her father worked at. Apparently her father had been unfairly fired and so had Greg. But he said there was nothing that could be done... the firm were too powerful and you'd need $100,000s just to pay the legal fees to sue the bastards. Ariella was infuriated. How was it fair that her father got fired for something he didn't even do? And he lost his health insurance because of it? Where was the justice?

That evening, she started researching her father's firm. She knew that the bastard who fired her father was named Damien Flint. He'd been her father's boss for years and he was almost like a family friend. She'd met him several times over the years, ever since she was a little girl. She never thought that he'd be involved in screwing over her family like this. But she always thought he'd seemed like a kind man... maybe he wasn't involved in this at all. Maybe... maybe if she reached out to him, he might be able to help her father appeal his dismissal. Damien's father owned the company, so it was surely worth a try... right?

Looking online, she managed to find a number for Damien Flint. She looked at the clock, it was 7pm on a Friday night... too late to phone him? No. These Investment bankers never stop working. Better late then never. She entered his number and hit dial....

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You: Damien Flint

Damien is 46 years old. He is a handsome man with a seemingly perpetual tan and toned physique. He'd been married once, but it hadn't lasted. [[Will leave you to describe the rest, feel free to change anything]]

Damien had worked with Ariella's father for 15 years in the Investment Bank. He came from old money - his father secured him the job at the firm when he was just 22 and since then he'd worked his way up to Executive of the Corporate Finance division. He had always got on well with Ariella's father John and would often spend time with him outside of work playing golf. He'd seen Ariella grow up into the beautiful young lady she was today. He'd last seen her about 2 years ago at the firm's annual family BBQ and he still remembers what she wearing as it had made his cock hard - a low-cut pink blouse that showed off the curves of her breasts, and a little black frilly skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. And God... when she bent down to pick up something she'd dropped on the ground, and he saw those white panties moulded to the shape of her puss... that still serves as his premium jacking off material to this day. He wasn't sure if she was deliberately trying to turn everyone on by wearing such a skimpy outfit, or she was just that stupidly innocent that she didn't know she was making all the old men have their first erection in years. Either way, it turned him the fuck on. He knew she'd had a religious upbringing so it was perfectly feasible she was still a tight little virgin. How he'd love to pound that tight little pussy and break her in.

But he felt sympathy for the plight her family was going through now. Not least because he knows that John should not have lost his job at the firm, but there always has to be a scapegoat. It was standard corporate covering-your-ass - basically the firm had been flouting regulations for years, and someone had to take the fall. It was only a shame it had to be John. But what can you do. Nobody would ever find out, and even if they did, nothing would even happen. His family had been rich for generations and some things never change.

Damien was something of a playboy. As well as being an investment banker, he owns an escort agency. Buying and selling women is normal to him. But virgins are in high demand and he hasn't been able to find one willing to sell her body. Truthfully though, he'd probably not be able to keep her a virgin for long if he found one. Something about virgins just really did it for him - the thought of being the first cock to penetrate their tight holes, the first cock to cum inside them... being the one responsible for turning them from innocent angels into filthy sluts begging for cock... just the thought made him rock hard.

So when he gets that phone call from sexy little Ariella, he has no hesitations in agreeing to met her to "discuss her father's situation".


[[STORY:
I have a rough idea of where I want this story to go, but happy for you to surprise me too. Damien will convince Ariella to join his agency and sell her virginity to raise funds for her father's legal defence.
Maybe he'll take her virginity himself or maybe he'll sell her to someone else and watch as she gets gang-banged. Maybe he'll take her oral virginity and leave her pussy/anal to someone else, or maybe he'll greedily take them all.
Make the character your own

Ariella will try to resist the erotic temptations, but eventually realises that she loves sex and will get progressively filthier and filthier as she falls into Damien's dark underworld of escorting, sex parties, orgies, you name it.]]

 

[LP1957]

Damien Flint: Investment banker, entrepreneur of escorts, noteworthy playboy, pilfer of fortunes and seller of fine pussy. He actually had business cards printed in this fashion. He handed them out only to his closest friends, and those that were willing to pay the price for the rare commodities that he occasionally found himself in possession of.

Now 46 it has been far too long, going on 7 years in fact, that he has had in his grasp the most lucrative of these commodities to sell. The virginity of a beautifu young lady. Always on the look out, but never able to procure. They were either too old, too ugly, or too inviting to his own cock to put on the market.

Things had always been easy for Damien. Whenever he needed a boost of cash he would either sell one of his stable of whores, parden the miswording there. Escorts. If this method were not readily available to him, he would just steal the small fortune of some unbeknownst invester in the firm where he was a Vice President due to his families influence and place the well evidenced blame on one of his underlings

He did regret, albeit just a little, that his last victom caused him to frame both John Symonds and his assistant Greg. Greg he wasn’t too fond of. John however he thought of as somewhat of a friend. As much a friend that is as Damien would allow anyone to be. He loved to tease John about his religion. His strict polices. And how he raised his daughter.

Oh his fucking daughter Damien thought to himself. He had rare chances to see and interact with her. But he had watched her grow up from a child into the beauty that she now was. She didn’t seem to pay him much mind. He had an instant hardon every time he thought about her. The little tease wore the skimpiest of outfits 2 years ago at the companies bar-b-que.

She had all the right parts, in all the right working order. Yet she passed herself off as an innocent. She would never be seen or heard flirting with anyone. Though nearly every single guy, and not too few married ones, tried to flirt with her. When she bent over in front of Damien in her too short of a skirt, exposing the outline of her tight little pussy in the thin white panties that she choose to wear, it was all he could do not to rip them off and claim her right then and there.

Instead he found his way indoors and fucked one of the firms secretaries in the bathroom.
Getting layed at work was never a task for Damien. His reputatuion as a lover was well known. As was the fact that his cock was long, fat and never seemed to wear out.

He thought of Ariella often after that day. Always promising himself to revisit that avenue, but never finding the time amongst all his other ventures and schemes. He knew she was a waitress somewhere at a less than desirable resturant. At least to his standards. He promised himself to go there one day anyway. But now having gotten her father fired, it didn’t seem like the best time.

Knowing it was his fault that John had lost his job, suffered a heart attack as a result, and lost everything of value in the process. Including any chance of ever working in the banking industry ever again. The only field of employment he knew and loved.

Jumping to the present, it was 7:00 on a Friday night after a long week of working and screwing his fellow friends and accountants. He was in the process of drinking a glass of fine scotch, smoking a cuban cigar and having his cock sucked by that same secretary that he had fucked at the company event when he heard the phone ring.

Normally in this state of bliss he would have ignored it, but the caller ID read Ariella Symonds. That hot little piece of ass that he still had reason to jerk off to. With Cyndie’s mouth still incasing his large cock he picked up. “Why hello Ariella. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” She could hear the sucking sounds in the background as Cyndie knew better than to stop before she was told to.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

Ariella half-expected nobody to pick up. So when she heard Damien's voice, her mind went immediately blank. Was this a stupid mistake? Should she just put the phone down now? No. This was for her father. She had to do whatever she could to help him

"Um... h-h-hello. This is Ariella Symonds. Oh, you knew that already h-h-ha ha. I'm sorry to ph-phone you so late and so out of the blue but I... really needed to speak to you. About my father..."

There was an awkward silence.

"I know you and my father got on really well, so I'm not at all accusing you of anything, but... I've heard some things and... well, I really want someone to put my mind at ease. So I will come right out with it... do you know anything about my father being fired unfairly? It's probably just rumours but it's hard to ignore them. I've heard some really horrible things like there was a plot to fire him to cover up something bad someone else did. That can't be true can it? Have you heard anything like that?
You know what my father and my family went through. It's been so hard on him and my mother and I... would never forgive myself if I didn't do everything I could to help them."

Ariella let out a deep breath and her face flushed when she realised she'd been speaking non-stop for about a minute. "I'm so sorry, I haven't even let you get a word in edgewise!"

[[OOC: Would you be happy for someone else to join as a business associate or client of Damien's who will help to deflower or generally turn Ariella into a sex-craving whore? Feel free to say no, but I had interest from another user so thought it could be fun.]]

 

[LP1957]

When Damien read the caller ID he immediately had popped up the picture he had taken with his phone of Ariella bending over at the bar-b-que with her little white panties showing onto his 80” TV screen. He had taken it without her knowledge and kept it handy for his spank bank.

Cyndie tried to pull off his cock and protest when she saw it but Damien shoved her face down so hard and so fast that she had to gasp for air. She knew better than to try that again and continued her blowjob in silence other than the slurping and gasping when she swallowed him to the hilt. He had taught her well.

His cock seemd to grow harder and longer in her mouth, if that were possible, as he listened to the sweet young thing babble on and try to make some sense in her story.

When she finally slowed down and took a breath, he was ready to explode in poor Cyndie’s mouth. She was babbling on about a plot to fire poor daddy, he smiled to himself. If only she knew.

“I have always considered John a very close friend of mine Ariella. Why, I too was shocked when I heard of the wrong doings. I personally believe it was mostly Greg’s dealings, but as your fathers underling, well I’m afraid they both took the fall.”

“If you would like we could meet and talk about this.” He sneered to himself as his cock throbbed in Cyndie’s mouth. “ I could come to your little resturant? Or we could meet someplace nicer if you would like? My treat of course.” He knew the lure of a fine meal would be hard for her to pass on.

As he awaited her response he took a handful of Cyndie’s hair, he pulled her off his cock and shot his voluminous load across her face. She screamed out in protest as it painted her nose, mouth, hair and burned her eyes.

(I would not be opposed to a third person. It’s your party.)

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

Ariella breathed a sigh of relief. He was so nice after all. There was no way he could have betrayed her father.

"Oh thank you Mr. Flint! That would be so nice of you. When are you free? I know you must be so busy so I'm really thankful that you would take the time to talk about this with me."

She couldn't have him come to her restaurant though, all her colleagues would tease her for days about meeting up with a strange older man. And from what she remembered... he was quite a handsome one. She always had a bit of a "thing" for older men, though she never really acknowledged it to herself. Damien might have even been her first crush, thinking back. Whenever she saw him, he always looked immaculate in fine suits with well-polished shoes and fancy watches. And it wasn't about money... for Heaven's sake, she'd dated the son of a billionaire and he dressed worse than the people at the local homeless shelter she volunteered at one summer.

"Perhaps we could meet at the Purple Grill? I used to go there with my family a lot... not now anymore obviously. I know my father used to take a lot of his clients there so I suppose it's good for talking about business type stuff"

 

[LP1957]

The Purple Grill it is then.” He smiled to himself at her choice. He knew the resturant well. He had sold the proprieter one of his used up women. She now worked as his receptionest/whore. For his own business dealings.

He knew he woud have no trouble getting Ariella into the cozy little private booth in the back of the resturant. “How is tomorrow night around 9:00 PM for you? I’m afraid I couldn’t get away any sooner even for a Saturday night.”

He wanted to keep everything on his terms. He could have easily opened some time earlier, but he wanted her a bit vulnerable in the latter evening hours.

His cock was still at attention as he talked with the young beauty. Cyndie had run off to the shower to get herself cleaned up.

“Be sure to wear something nice. It is a little dressier than your place.” He snickered as he knew that would grind on her emotions. Always aware to keep the upper hand.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

"Tomorrow night would be great! Thank you Mr. Flint, I will see you then."

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Saturday Night
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It had stung a bit when Damien mentioned that the Purple Grill was dressier than where she worked. Ariella had to sell most of her fancy dresses to help pay the rent, but she'd thankfully kept a couple. She went over to her small wardrobe and pulled out a short red dress and a long black one. Which one should she wear? It just then struck her that she really was about to meet an older man alone. Was this a sensible thing to do? Her parents had always warned her against this type of thing. But he was a family friend AND he was almost her dad's age. There was no way he would see her in a "sexual" way. But he was good looking... he definitely didn't look like he was in his forties.

She thought back to the last time she saw him, at the BBQ a couple of years ago. She had noticed a lot of other women looking at him and she didn't blame them - he looked so handsome that day, wearing a tight t-shirt through which she could tell he had a muscular physique. She remembered the way her stomach flipped and she felt an involuntary twinge in-between her legs when he looked at her. Intrusive dirty thoughts entered her mind about what it would feel like to touch his muscular arms and chest, but she'd shut them down. But now, after speaking to him on the phone again, they came flooding back. Don't be so filthy, Ariella she told herself.

No. This was a strictly business affair, nothing sexual about it. She decided to wear the short red one as it was summer and the Purple Grill could get quite warm inside from the heat from the kitchens.

After getting changed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing her long brown hair down and accompanied the red dress, which barely reached mid-thigh, with a pair of black high heels. Underneath, she had on her favourite pair of black lace panties, which she always wore to formal occasions. Even though nobody would ever see them, it made her feel good about herself. And although she would never admit it to herself, she loved the way the material felt against her pussy. It had a way of rubbing her clit as she walked that made her whole pussy tingle and contract. She always felt dirty about masturbating, having only done it several times in her life, but it wasn't her fault if her panties made her feel good was it? She had shaved her pussy the night before (always keeping herself well-groomed for hygiene reasons), so she got the full effect of the material rubbing against her clean-shaven cunt.

She went over to her dressing table and applied her new red lipstick - it matched perfectly to her dress. She smiled to herself and left to get the bus to the Purple Grill. Using the bus was something Ariella was still not used to, but she couldn't be wasting money on taxis anymore. She felt the eyes of people on the bus - everyone else was wearing normal clothes and here she was wearing a $1000 dress. Little did she know that several of the men on the bus weren't interested in the price of her dress, but the fact that her breasts were almost spilling out of it and her panties were on clear display to anyone looking up at her from the seats below. The innocent little thing she was, she had no idea that she'd just made 3 guys have erections.

As the bus pulled up near the Purple Grill, she took a deep breath before getting off the bus and walking over to the entrance.

 

[LP1957]

Sitting in the offices of the Purple Grill with the owner and watching on the cameras as she enterered. She looked like one of his working girls in her short red dress and her high heels. Her lipstick matching the bright red of the dress.

He also knew she didn’t mean to have that look. She was just a gift from heaven that had no idea of what she possesed. Damian knew he was going to turn her out one way or another. But not until he had gotten his fill.

Bob, the owner of the Purple Grill poured them each a scotch as they watched Ariella check in with Damians past employee. Darla showed her to the back table and told her “ Mr. Flint is running a little late tonight. He should be here soon though.” She poured Ariella a glass of the expensive Champaign that was in a bucket at the table. “Good luck sweety.” Her voice almost a masked warning.

Bob couldn’t help but ask if he could get on her client list, near the top. Knowing his friend Damien would have future plans for this little star.

“I haven’t decided her fate as yet.” He answered back. Leaving it there he slowly sipped his scotch and wathed as the young lady squirmed in the booth and contemplated drinking the Champaign.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

Ariella was beginning to feel more than a bit uncomfortable. She'd been to the Purple Grill many times with her family but they'd never go this late and they'd always sit in the family section nearer the front of the restaurant. She'd never been to this part of the restaurant before and it had quite a different atmosphere. She saw more alcohol on the tables than food and it seemed like every table contained a young attractive woman with a much older man.

Ariella had a fair amount of experience going to nightclubs and bars, but she always stuck close to her large group of girlfriends. She'd never been alone in such a place before.

The woman who showed her to the table had the look of someone who'd lived a hard life - she couldn't have been older than 40 but there were deep creases covering her forehead, dark circles under her eyes and her skin was blotchy and thin. She wasn't sure why she'd wished her good luck, but it oddly sent a shiver down her spine.

Suddenly she noticed that the man on the table opposite was stroking the upper thigh of his female company underneath the table in a way that was clearly not acceptable to be doing in public. She was disgusted but equally couldn't keep her eyes off it. She watched as the man moved his hand up her inner thigh, so high that he must have been touching her private area. The man smirked slightly and the woman bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Ariella gulped, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. What was he doing to her? Something dirty no doubt, but the thought of it made her own pussy tingle.
Without thinking, Ariella started writhing in her seat, allowing the fabric of her panties to tickle and tease her clit, her pussy moistening, her nipples hardening visibly through the fabric of her dress. It felt so good... but no, this was wrong. She teared her eyes away from the erotic scene playing out before her and poured herself a glass of Champagne, taking two deep sips. She felt so disgusted with herself. She'd always learnt that a woman should not feel pleasure from sexual acts - that was the mark of a whore. Any woman who let a man touch her private area in public was clearly an immoral slut who would burn in Hell. Truthfully, Ariella didn't much believe in religion anymore, but she couldn't shake some of the ingrained ideas. She wanted to be pure, not a dirty whore like that woman. Getting turned on from watching such a filthy act would make her no different.

 

[LP1957]

Damian smiled as he watched her take two large swings of the champagne. He had put just the slightest amount of molly into the bottle. Just enough to cause Arielle to loose her inhibitions for the evening.

He watched and gauged her reaction to the couple that were making out in her sight. Their private table was elevated two steps over the rest of the tables. This elevation served to allow those sitting there to see the rest of the room well, while others would only see the long hanging tablecloth of their booth.

It was now 9:20 and he was enjoying watching her squirm. He would give her five minutes more before he would make his appearance. Just enough time for the drug to take it’s affect and for her to decide how she would handle the lewd act she was now an audience to. Damian had not placed that couple there, he did note the effect they had on young innocent Arielle though.

His cock hardened in his tight suit and he contemplated getting a fuck or a suck before joining her. Bob was now back managing the kitchen so he reached his hand in his pants and stroked himself some as he watched her.

Five more minutes then he would go down and find out just what she thought she knew.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

Ariella had been waiting about 10 minutes already and Damien had not made an appearance. She could begin to feel the "alcohol" going to her head, which surprised her because she'd only had 2 glasses. But as a result, she was finding it harder and harder to avoid looking at the couple. She sneaked another peak and saw the man's hand was still firmly up the woman's dress but her legs were now spread wide apart and she was seemingly panting. The way Ariella's table was positioned gave her a unique angle that allowed her to see exactly what was going on underneath that table without them being able to see her. Ariella could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, twitching and tingling, like an itch that needed to be scratched. She squeezed her thighs together, grinding her crotch against the leather seat, feeling the rough lace of her panties rub against her clit, and up and down her slit.

But this wasn't enough... unable to contain herself anymore, she reached down with one hand and cupped her mound. Her panties were sticky and damp, but for some reason she wasn't embarrassed as she thought she should be. She pressed one finger into herself through the panties, bunching up the panty material inside her pussy, allowing the rough material to rub against her inner walls. She spread her legs like the other woman had, then began rubbing her pussy with two fingers, embedding the panties further into her slit. With her other hand, she started fingering one of her erect nipples through her dress. God, she felt so good right now. She didn't want this to end. She rubbed herself harder and faster, writhing against the seat, her pussy juices shamelessly leaking onto the leather seat of the booth. Her dress had completely ridden up and her panties were now so far embedded into her vagina and ass, that the fleshy lips of her pussy were completely visible to anyone who walked up those 2 steps.

She'd never felt this kind of pleasure before and the fact that it was happening in public made it dirty, risky... but exhilarating. She was scared that Damien or a waitress might suddenly appear and see her violating herself in this manner, but all that mattered to her right now was this feeling of pure arousal and pleasure.

 

[LP1957]

The girl was ripe and the time was right. Seeing her fingering her erect nipple with the index finger of her left hand as her right hand explored her sex beneath the table Damien knew the time was right to pounce.

He tucked his long thick cock back into his pants and down his left leg. Knowing full well that its impressive silhouette would be extremely visible to Ariella when he reached the table.

Taking the back way down the stirs he would end up just behind the booth where she sat and masturbated while watching the makeshift porn show at the table across from her. As he turned the corner and caught her dead in the act he could smell her sweet musky fragrance and he knew she must be dripping wet under the table.

The tablecloth was such that it covered the entire front of the table while leaving the sitting area free to ones view. Damien reached out his right hand to shake her's. To shake the hand that was halfway up inside her pussy, covered only by the thin wet lace panties that were stuffed up inside of her.

"So sorry to keep you waiting Ariella. It could not be avoided. I do hope you were able to entertain yourself in my absence." He smirked as he held his hand out ready for her return greeting.

When the man at the other table recognized Damien he immediately pulled his hand out from inside his date and assumed an air of decorum. Damien just smiled and gazed lovingly into the lust filled eyes of his dinner date. "Let's order and then we can get down to what it is you wanted to talk to me about." he stated as if all this was a regular occurance for him.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

The sudden appearance of Damien knocked Ariella back into reality. Faster than the speed of light, she removed her hands from her pussy and boob and shut her legs, as if nothing had happened. Maybe he didn't see? Maybe her dad's old boss hadn't noticed that she was pleasuring herself? And then she saw it... the bulge in his pants that stretched over half way down his thigh. Was that... his cock? She knew just enough about sex to realise that if it was, it meant he probably had seen what she was doing... and that he liked what he saw. And God help her, it turned her on to know that she'd made him like that. She wondered what it looked like underneath his pants... she'd never seen a cock in the flesh before, just in that one porn clip she watched, but Damien's looked like it would be far bigger than that.

Or maybe he was hard because he'd seen that other woman getting pleasured. Phew she thought to herself. He might really not have seen what I was doing.

She outstretched her hand, the one that had just been all over her cunt and was still moist and musky from her cum, and shook Damien's hand. "Oh hello! Yes thank you so much for meeting me, I just had some of the champagne while I waited." She shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. Her panties were still embedded deep inside her pussy and she wasn't able to get them out easily. Her pussy throbbed from the sheer arousal and the feel of the panties inside her, but she had to play it cool.

"Uh so yes... I wanted to talk to you about my father. Did you have any information about what I said to you on the phone?"

 

[LP1957]

Damien took and shook her dainty, damp hand. Holding it longer than made her feel comfortable. His large, strong hand seemed to encase hers. The wetness on her fingers causing it to slide back and forth in his grasp.

When he finally did set her free, instead of entering on the side he was at, he moved to her right so that his snake of a cock would be right next to her leg. He slide in and within a foot of her trembling body.

Making himself comfortable in her presence he motioned his hand and a young waiter quickly showed up with his glass of scotch in hand. Placing it on the table he then picked up and filled Ariella's glass with the champagne. He smiled, a knowing smile at her as he poured.

"We will have my regular Dan." He exclaimed not even offering her a look at the menu. The waited nodded and as quickly as he had shown up, he was gone.

"I do hope your'e not one of those vegans dear." Damien spoke to her. "A good women should always be ready to partake in a solid meat." His double meaning leaving her guessing. "Let's eat and get caught up a little before we dive into your fathers ordeal, shall we?" His words and demeanor leaving little room to question his agenda. "This is a very lovely night dress." he mentioned as he looked down at her legs. The dress was riding high from her play time and just the leg-band of her black panties showed on one side. A trace of her trickled juices just below it.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

As Damien reached over to pour the champagne, his hard arousal rubbed against her thigh. She shivered at the touch of it.

"No, I love meat" she blurted out. Oh God, did that sound suggestive? She knew what meat could also refer to... and she had just felt that meat, albeit through the fabric of his pants.

When he mentioned the night dress, she blushed. What was he trying to say, that her dress was too short? She looked down and blushed even more when she realised her panties were still visible, and quickly pulled the dress down to cover them.

"You didn't... I mean... did you see something you shouldn't have?" she said without thinking. Then she tried to backtrack "with regards to my father I mean. At the company".

As the shock of being interrupted mid-orgasm began to wear off, the effects of the molly began to take full control over her senses again. She couldn't stop looking down at the huge erection in Damien's pants. She wanted so much to see it, to touch it... her nipples were fully erect again now, poking through the thin material of her dress.

 

[LP1957]

He smiled at the flustered girl. "I didn't see anymore than what you would like me to see Ariella." he replied smugly. He took his napkin and dabbed at the wet spot on her thigh. "Must have spilled a little of the bubbly." He exclaimed as he dabbed her sex juices from her firm leg.

The outline of his cock seemed to move as he wiped it away. "Let's get some meat into you first young lady. Then we will discuss your father." As he finished his statement the waiter showed up again out of no where and placed a filet in front of each of them.

At the same time she glanced up at her steak, she noticed that the porn show had begun anew. Only this time the lady had the man's hard cock in her hand and was vigorously jerking him off with no regards to who might see them.

"A cream sauce to top off your meat there young lady?" he again asked suggestively as he held up a container of hollandaise sauce. Ariella had not noticed, as her head spun a little that Damiens hand now rested on her knee.

Always the "gentleman" until it suited him not to be. His hand moved no higher. It did however pull her leg up against his own. Parting her thighs only a touch but the head of his snake was now against her bare leg and she could feel the heat emanating from it.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

Ariella couldn't believe her eyes as she looked over and saw the woman now had something in her hand and was moving her hand up and down it. It was far away and her vision was spinning a little from the "alcohol", but was that... his cock? She'd never seen one in the flesh before. She blinked a few times and focused on the scene before her. It must be his cock. And she had her hand all over it. It was so filthy... so dirty... but why did it make Ariella's pussy ache with need.

Ariella was feeling very dizzy right now and her vision was spinning in and out of focus, that she didn't even notice Damien's hand on her knee. But she did notice the feel of his cock rubbing warmly and firming against her leg. This made her nipples and pussy ache even more. Unable to help herself, she let out a slight moan... then her face flushed red as she realised what she'd done and tried to disguise it as a cough.

"Oh yes please" she replied lately to his offer to Hollandaise sauce.

 

[LP1957]

His free hand poured the rich creamy sauce over her meat as his other hand squeezed her bare knee . She had emitted a lustful moan and tried to pass it off as a cough and he smiled to himeself.

The show across the room was having a very desired effect on the innocent young girl. As were the molly and the alcohol. Thr man being pleasured was actually a bit under average in size. His 5 inch cock being jerked off was barely visable when her hand was wrapped around it.

It was when she stopped long enough to lewdly spit in her hand for lubrication that Ariella could get a full view of his smallish cock bobbing back and forth and begging for her hands return.

Ariella was curious and confused. That mans penis looked small and almost dainty. Nothing like the outline of the hot, hard cock that rested against her bare leg. Yet she couldn’t pry her eyes away from the spectacle.

Damien cut and ate his steak with one hand, as his other moved nary an inch uo Ariella’s leg. He had her right where he wanted. She was thinking nothing now about daddy and his problems. Oh Damien would find out soon enough if she knew anything at all about that situation. But he would do so in his time frame.

He could see her breath getting heavier as she watched the scene at the adjacent table. Damien was never happier than when he was perverting an innocent.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

Ariella watched as the woman spit into her hand and rub it on the man's cock. She didn't quite understand why the woman would do that. The idea of that woman's saliva being all over that man's cock was so filthy... but it made Ariella's pussy throb almost painfully. She was more turned on right now than she'd ever been in her life, as she watched such filthy but erotic acts unfolding in front of her innocent eyes. And what made it even more arousing? The fact that there was a huge hard cock touching her thigh, just inches away from her tight virgin pussy.

As she watched the woman continue to pleasure the man, she imagined it was herself doing that to the cock that was next to her. She imagined herself unzipping Damien's pants, pulling out his anaconda, gripping it with her tiny hand and moving it up and down, up and down.

The man on the table opposite had his lips slightly parted and a pained but ecstatic look on his face. She always thought withholding her pussy gave her power over men, but now she realised making a man look like that was pure power. Fuck how she wanted to make Damien look like that. But he's old enough to be your father the rationale sober part of her said to herself. But I don't care the intoxicated part said back to her, and her pussy ached in agreement with the latter voice.

 

[LP1957]

As Ariella stared at the couple in a mixture of disbelief, lust and intoxication Damien’s hand was now fully four inches above her knee and only two inches below the short hem of her dress.

Giving her bare leg a tight squeeze he broke her daze by saying. “It’s near 10:30 and the restaurant will be closing soon Ariella. Best you get that meat into your mouth and swallow it down.”

Again his innuendos both confused and exhilarated her. “We may have to move this party over to my penthouse if you still want to ask me about John…..I mean your father.”
Just as his remark hit home and sobered her just the slightest amount the man gave out a verbal GRUNT and filled his dates hand with his cum.

Again Ariella was drawn to gape at what was occurring just a few yards away from her. Would she take his bait about heading to his place? He decided to alter his course some as he knew Bob would never ask them to leave.

Besides themselves and the pair putting on the show, there was only one other couple left in the dining area. The lady that just gave the hand job had decided upon dessert and was making a show of licking his cum from her hand like an ice cream cone.

“Do you enjoy watching them being intimate Ariella?” Damien asked her out of the blue. There was no way she could deney that her eyes had not left their table from the time she had first noticed his dick was out of his pants.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

When the man grunted and filled the lady's hand with cum, Ariella let out another lustful inescapable moan. She watched with fascination as the thick white substance trickled down the woman's hand. She knew that men could cum, but she didn't know it looked like that. She thought about what it might feel like, was it as thick and sticky as it looked?

When Damien mentioned the time and that their date might have to end, Ariella's heart fell. She didn't want this night to be over. Her pussy was aching so much and she knew if she went home like this, she wouldn't be able to sleep. She didn't know what she needed exactly, but she just knew that she needed to stay close to Damien. Close to his warm, hard, thick bulge. So when he suggested they went back to his place, she knew she had to oblige, even though it was such a scandalous thing to do. But she was sure he wasn't interested in her sexually - he'd known her all her life, so he must see her like an uncle would see his niece. She was so young after all, and he was so handsome and could surely get any woman he liked. No, there was no way he was interested in her like that.

Ariella suddenly became aware that Damien's hand was quite high up her leg now. Somehow she hadn't really noticed it before, her attention solely focused on the sexual acts taking place and Damien's hard cock. But that didn't mean anything did it? It was just like a father being affectionate to a daughter... except when her father put his hand on her leg, her pussy didn't pulsate and throb like it did now.

And then he asked her if she was enjoying watching the man and woman being intimate... her father definitely didn't ask her questions like that. But perhaps a cool uncle might ask that kind of question. Again, it didn't mean anything.

Her face flushed red and she squirmed in her seat "What? I - I don't know what you mean?" she said, sounding like the worst liar that had ever existed.

 

[LP1957]

"Ariella my dear, if you can't be honest with me, how can I ever hope to help you in any way?" His voice now condescending. Talking to her as if she were a 12 year old. "Please answer my questions promptly and fully if you wish our friendship to continue."

His now stern voice bit into her shy demeanor. "You do know I can tell when little girls are lying don't you?" He asked. As he asked his little finger spread from his hand and landed directly in the wet slit of her panties.

Damien looked deep into her panicked eyes and demanded the truth from her. This was the moment he lived for. She was at his complete mercy now.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

As Damien's little finger suddenly entered Ariella's sodden panty-covered slit, she moaned louder than ever, partly because of surprise and partly because of the arousing friction it created inside her.

What was he doing? Did he know he was touching her... down there? She was scared but also... excited. This was the first time any man had touched such a private area of hers. She started breathing even deeper, her breasts heaving up and down, her pussy twitching against Damien's little finger.

"I... I..." she stumbled.

Damien moved his hand slightly upwards, so that his little finger pushed further inside her wetness. Ariella whimpered. Was he doing this on purpose? Was he calling her out on her filthiness? He must be able to feel how wet she was down there, could he tell how turned on she was?

"Ok... I watched them. But I couldn't help it... I couldn't tear my eyes away. And... I think you were watching them too, weren't you?" she said looking up at him with her big sea-green eyes and then looking back down at his hard erection.

 

[LP1957]

“I was merely enjoying a great steak and what I thought was your undivided company.” His voice still stern and condescending. “Arielle, if you want this evening to continue I suggest you take me more serious.”

She was not used to him in this manner. She was not used to anyone talking to her like this. Damien stood and slide out of the booth. Just like that her wanton pussy was left forlorn. Without paying any bill which he knew was covered he looked down on her alone now in the booth with her skirt hem again raised and her wet panties showing.

“If you would like to act like an adult I will be out in my car. If you don’t join me in the next 5 minutes I i will assume our evening and any help I could be to your father are over.” An ultimatum he knew she could not refuse.

Taking one long step towards the front door he turned his head and added the kicker, “ and please loose those very wet panties if you are going to ride with me in my car.” She knew he took a limousine wherever he went. Damien made his way out leaving her wet and alone.

 

[Innocent_Tiger]

Ariella's stomach dropped as Damien left. She had felt so ashamed as he talked down to her and commented on her wet panties. She felt like a disgusting slut. Maybe she was one after all. There she'd been sat thinking about his cock and getting so turned on, after he'd gone out of his way to meet her. He must think her so rude. His comment about her father brought her back to reality - she had almost forgot what she was here for. She knew that he was the only one who could help her father, so she couldn't let him just leave her like that.

But first of all, she had to get rid of her filthy wet panties as Damien had instructed. Reaching down, she started the task of removing the panties from her crevice. They were so deep inside her, that she had to do it slowly else she would have moaned so loudly the couple on the other table would have surely heard. As she successfully removed the material from inside her steaming wet cunt, she could feel the juices trickle down her legs. The panties were completely sodden and sticky to the touch.

She then headed to the lady's bathroom, taking one last look at the couple who were now making out. Locking herself in one of the bathroom stalls and sitting down on the toilet seat, she carefully slipped out of her wet panties, then set about wiping up her juices with toilet paper. Her pussy was still tingling and aching so much though, she needed to sort this out before she met up with Damien again. Inserting her middle finger inside her warm wet slit, and placing her thumb on her clit, she began rubbing herself, harder and faster, until her pussy walls contracted and juices came flooding out of her. She thought that might tame her lust, but it had just made it even stronger. Reaching back down, she rubbed herself again and again, throwing her head back, inserting her finger in and out in and out of her pussy hole. She breathed heavily and deeply, thinking about Damien's cock, his little finger inside her slit... it was too much. She looked at her watch, she only had 1 minute until Damien was going to leave, but she was not ready! More and more juices were flooding out of her pussy by the second, trickling down her leg, soddening the hem of her dress. But she had no time. She removed her heels, carrying them in her left hand and her soaked panties in her right hand, and ran out of the lady's bathroom, through the restaurant and outside. Looking around desperately, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Damien's white limousine. "Mr Flint!" she shouted breathlessly.