Off The Street

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OFF THE STREETS Closed for little_tease

Roland finished his day in the sombre, unpleasant offices where he worked as a solicitor's clerk in the heart of Old London town. He himself was now on his way to the cramped room that he called home. As he approached the doorway he saw a small figure huddled in the doorway wrapped in a threadbare blanket in a vain attempt to keep out the creeping cold of the November evening.

He was about to step over the small pathetic figure when he saw a pale face looking up at him from the depths of the blanket, The face was deathly pale and thin, hollow sunken cheeks as if half starved with smudges of dirt across both cheeks. With a start he realised it was a girl, no more than nineteen. Even though she looked half starved she had an inner beauty that had his pulse racing. On impulse he asked her,

"Don't you have a home to go to, these streets after dark are no place for a girl alone?"

His question suggested that he was offering her shelter and when he stepped inside his room the girl followed him in. Once he had lit his oil lamp he could see her more clearly and she had dropped the blanket on the floor and he could see that she was dressed like a high class brothel girl from one of the gentlemen's brothels that abounded in this part of London. Even though her outer clothes were torn and dirty it was obvious what she was. He didn't want her in his house, if she had run away there would be people looking for her and he didn't want any trouble. He was about to tell her to leave when he saw the tears in her eyes and immediately softened, by no stretch of the imagination did she belong in a brothel. He found himself feeling protective towards her and said,

"You look as though you are hungry Miss, I'll warm some soup and then you can take a bath, then we can talk and you can tell me about yourself.

When he spoke about the bath he forgot that there was only the one room
 
Clara had a hard childhood, her Mother died when she was young or at least that was what her Father told her, but she had always had this weird feeling she was not dead but alive, maybe sold away to pay for something or ran away from him. He was not the best father a girl could wish for especially one that started to develop her female curves pretty early but hey, you can't choose your parents, right.

It was when she turned 18 that her father started inviting men over to play cards and such and wanted her always to wear short dressed or very tight dresses, she had already feared what might come soon after. It was three weeks before her 19 Birthday that he told her they were going to go on a trip that she should pack some of her nicest dresses and what she needed. She could not believe it her father was going to travel with her but where to and why? It had her all excited and happy even the whole way to wherever it was, she could not stop smiling and looking out the window.

It was then that they stopped in front of a house she did not notice at first what kind, but it did not look like much. She knew he did not have much money so maybe it was only that what he could afford. A lot of pretty woman and some dirty woman were walking in and out of the house followed with men of all kinds, so naïve as she was, she still did not notice where they were. Her father smiled at her, took her hand and showed her inside, she looked around smiling nicely to everyone, not wanting her father be ashamed of her manners, although if she had known one thought of the others she might have ran right away.

When they reached inside her father let her hand go and walked up to a woman and a man, they were both well dressed, and they talked with her father, the woman and the man kept looking over her and nodding and smiling as her father spoke with them. It was then that her father called for her to come closer so they may have a look at his beautiful daughter. She walked closer blushing, he had never said such things of her other than she was sometimes too smart for her own good, When she got closer the woman started to walk around her and look over, her lifting her long hair some as if she were being inspected which made Clara feel a bit awkward.

“Good Day Madam…”

She then looked at the man in front of father who was also eyeing her up and down and added.

“Good Day Sir!”

The woman then asked her name and smiled as she waited for the sweet voice of Clara to speak before her father did though he already had said it, but it seemed she wanted to hear it from her lips.

“I am Clara, Madame Clara Bolemore I am about to turn 19 ….!”

Well, the end of that song was her father sold her to them for a good amount of money and she was locked away for a few days till they could make sure she would not run, they took her dresses and let her keep those that would maybe work on some days but gave her others to wear telling her and teaching her what will be wanted of her. It was about three weeks now and she was lucky she was told not to sleep with any men at least not now and to only please them in other ways, She always had to work with another pretty girl if the man had paid for more as they wanted to use her virginity for a particularly good paying customer. She did not like it not at all what she had to do with so many men, old, young, ugly, nice looking, rich, poor, anything that paid would get what he wished or at least for what he had enough money for.

She could not handle it and she did not like being held like a pig for everyone to feast on whenever they liked, she knew she had to get out of this place before they could have the chance to take her virginity, but it was too late, she knew it when the night came when some girls took her to the bathing room and started to clean her up as if god was coming to visit. This night was going to be hell for her, and she did not know if she would make it out alive.

The night came and the man was there, an extraordinarily rich man was sitting in a room she was pushed into. She walked in shyly and tried to stay as far away as she could from the man though he seemed not to be bothered as he probably knew he was going to get what he paid for, but it worried her that she was alone with him when she usually was always with at least one other girl. Well, she ended up laying under him face down held tightly from him and raped as she cried and screamed. It was days later that she knew she had to leave this place but how ? She was always under closely watched though she was not a virgin anymore she was highly asked for, she was a young girl.

It was one night when no one really watched her closely and she was put in a room to wait for a customer on the ground floor which normally she never was, so she used the time she had to climb out a window, she fit right through the bars as she had stopped eating for a couple of weeks, She didn’t know where she was or where to go so she just ran and when her cold tired feet couldn’t carrying her any longer she huddled in a doorway trying to warm herself.

It was then that she saw a man and shivered, afraid he might be an old customer of hers and would send her back. When he offered her to come in, so she did so, it was definitely warmer inside than outside. When she stood there, she let the little blanket she had found somewhere on the way to here fall to the floor. She knew from his look he had noticed where she must have come from and she shivered and trembled afraid of his next words or actions so tears already started to flow over her cheeks but when he offered her food and a bath she smiled and could not believe how kind he was to her.

“Than...Thank you Sir!”

She said shyly and soft as she just stood there not moving though she did hug herself and caressed her arms to warm herself as she waited for the nice soup, he was offering her
 
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When the young girl dropped her blanket Roland couldn't help but stare at her shapely young body that was dressed in clothes that were designed to tease and tantalise along with thigh high silk stockings that emphasised her long, shapely legs and the bodice of her dress cut low to draw a man's eyes to the plump fullness of her breasts, all that, along with her face and long, dark hair gave her an alluring, enticing appearance. Roland, being a man was not immune to her womanly charms. That he was attracted to her he could not deny but he was a gentleman and had offered his help so he knew that he should say nothing, not yet anyway.

"I'm sorry Miss, I don't even know your name, mine is Roland, Roland Clarke. I live here alone and am unused to having company, especially a pretty young lady like yourself. When I made the offer of a bath I forgot that there is just the one room so you would need to be naked with me still in the room."

He became flustered and the words came tumbling out of his mouth.

"If you still wish to take up the offer I will look the other way,,,, no,,,, I'll warm the soup, I'll not look, I promise."

He turned his back and stood at the stove trying to adjust himself in his suddenly very tight breeches. He glanced up and saw in the mirror above the stove, his guest was sat on a chair, one leg crossed over the other and sliding a stocking down her leg. He couldn't stop watching until he accidentally bunt himself on the hot stove,

"Damn and blast it." he cursed,"Could you fetch me some salve? It's in the cupboard over there."

He hoped that she might put some salve on for him so he could feel the touch of her hand on him
 
When Roland was so kind and asked her, her name she was not sure what to say should she get him in danger and tell him her real name or should she just make one up, he was so sweet and kind already to her she thought. So, she knew she did not want him in more trouble than he already was and plus if he did not know her real name, he could be asked what he wanted he could lie all he wanted he would still be telling the truth at least.

“Nice to meet you Roland I…. I am “

She looked quickly around not sure which name to use she could not use any from the house or her family which would all bring it back to her, so she had to think quickly and then said.

“Bell my name is Bell my last name I have forgotten as it hasn’t been used in for a while”

She lied but she knew it was better that way plus she had a hard time thinking of a first name and then a last name of no one that lives around here would be even harder so she would leave it at that. She then giggled softly the first time in a while as he then also was concerned about being a gentleman as it was the first for her that a man was so kind to her and did not just take what he wanted.

“Thank you it’s alright I believe we will manage, and I would love a nice bath… you’re to kind!”

When he then went to make the soup, she had to smile as she watched him for a second before she sat down to start undressing to get in the bathwater, but when she suddenly heard him curse, she gasped looking what happened and sighed some and when he asked her to get the salve out of the cupboard she quickly did so.

She got the salve and quickly came over to him pulling his arm for him to sit on a chair as she then kneeled as she then carefully put some salve on him as she did not look up yet to him as she wanted to make sure she had gotten the whole spot covered.

“oh my… oh poor you do it hurt badly?! I am sorry if you were not making soup for me you would not have burned yourself! Please forgive me Roland!”

She could not help but feel bad and blame herself for it.
 
Roland was certain she had not given her true name as she had hesitated and stuttered when he asked her but if she didn't want to tell him that was her business so he said nothing about it apart from repeating the name to himself so he wouldn't forget it.

"Bell.'

'Bell' answered the second part of his question then, about undressing,

'Thank you it’s alright I believe we will manage, and I would love a nice bath… you’re too kind!'

Roland took that to mean that she would undress with him in the room and take her bath, he shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'so long as you don't mind,' when in fact his mind was in turmoil but he reasoned that as she was or rather had been in a whorehouse she would be accustomed to being naked in front of a stranger. He left it at that and tended to the soup watching her in the mirror, not watching what he was doing and burnt himself, a few curses later he asked her to fetch some salve, she found it and sat him down and knelt in front of him between his knees so she could put some salve on his arm. It seemed she blamed herself for it when she said,

'Oh my… oh poor you do it hurt badly?! I am sorry, if you were not making soup for me you would not have burned yourself! Please forgive me Roland!'

Roland knew it was entirely his own fault and he couldn't bear to let her feel guilty over it. He reached out and stroked Bell's hair and confessed,

"No Bell, there is nothing to forgive, not me to forgive you anyway but perhaps you can forgive me, 'twas all my own fault, not looking what I was doing. Dammit girl I have to tell you, I was watching you undress in the mirror hoping to see you naked, I am so sorry I shouldn't have,,,,,,, I,,, I,,,,I have these thought about me and a pretty girl like yourself, forgive me Bell."

He lost all control and pulled Bell's head up his height and kissed her, his hands roamed briefly over her breasts then he released her and sank back in his chair,

"I'm so sorry Bell, I just couldn't help myself."
 
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She was kneeling between his legs putting the salve on his arm as she used her little finger to push a strand of hair that fell in her face behind her ear as she noticed his body shifting slightly, his whole-body language appearing as if he wanted or needed to say something.

She had not been long in the pleasure house, but at least some, if not all, of the girls there d taught her small things about reading people to help keep themselves safe, knowing if something would happen that they might not want at that moment they could react to change it before it happened, though she was not that good at reading men but some small things she had noticed as most men had the same sign.

When he started to speak, she looked up at him for a second and then back to his arm, hearing it was his fault that he wished she could forgive him and not the other way around, she smiled looking back up at him, then he then said he just could not help himself but to watch her undress she giggled softly. She wanted to tell him that is normal and understandable and he could have asked .She knew he knew that she was used to things like that or at least she thought he knew, but before she could react, he kept talking.

When he told her he always had these thoughts about him and a pretty girl like herself, he made her blush a little as her finger pushed the strand of hair back behind her ear again. She looked down and then back up to him as she took a breath and parted her lips to say something when his hands came down, cupping her cheeks, pulling her lips to his and kissing her, his hand roamed over her breasts for a second or two. Before she could pull back or whimper or react in any way. as she was shocked though she should not have been, but she was, he let her go and settled back in his chair again asking her for forgiveness that he could not help himself.

She scooted back for a second, her fingers to her lips as she panted slightly still slightly shocked of what had happened as she had not thought this sweet man that wanted to help her would take such advantage of her or at least an extraordinarily little advantage of her.

“R... Roland I am… Sorry I should…should not have come here and put you in this position I am sorry…. “

She stood and walked over to the other side of the room as she was confused, she had wanted to thank him for all he had already done and wanted to do for her and now the feeling she wanted to run as he was no better than all the other men. the only difference being, he was not really paying for it. Though the more she thought about it he was paying for it in kindness and shelter even food, now she could not help but think about giving him this one thing, his thoughts, his dream, once as a thank you as she did not have any money to pay for his kindness and such so why not give him something he wanted.

She knew he did want it, or he would not have watched and kissed her but should she and could she? Her back was turned to Roland as she was thinking and nibbling on her fingertip as she then blushed and said softly without turning to look at him.

“May I bathe?!”

She thought maybe she should clean herself before deciding finally what or what not to do as she did not want to be just some dirty brother girl if she was going to pay him and thank him for all of this.
 
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Roland sank back in his chair, surprised and ashamed that he had lost control of himself and tried to take advantage of the young girl, even if she was a whore she had asked for his help. Bell herself had drawn away from his unsolicited kiss and feeling of her breasts and put her fingers to her lips and then she apologised to HIM.

'R... Roland I am… Sorry I should…should not have come here and put you in this position I am sorry…. '

She stood up and walked to the other side of the room where she stood with her back to him and nibbled on her fingers as though deep in thought. Roland watched her, wondering what she was thinking about, probably as to whether she should stay or not. after what seemed an age Bell spoke softly without turning around,

'May I bathe?!'

The question took Roland by surprise, he had expected her to be angry with him for taking liberties with her but it seemed that she had accepted it as only natural considering that she was a whore. Quietly and trying not to show his eagerness for her to continue undressing, he replied,

"If you wish to bathe then be my guest, your soup will be ready when you have finished."

He still couldn't take his eyes off her after he offered her a large blanket to cover herself as as she began to undress. Even then he caught glimpses of her lithe, shapely body as once or twice the blanket slipped before she gathered it up again, he couldn't help thinking of her supple, smooth flesh and his cock hardened in his breeches, straining against the rough material.

He saw her step into the steaming water of the tub and sink into the hot water still shielding herself using the blanket as a curtain. Roland saw that the soap and washcloth were out of her reach and asked,

"Would it be alright if I approached and gave you the soap and washcloth?"

Bell nodded and he stood at the side of the tub trying not to look at her. It was very difficult as the tub was quite small and there was not much water in it. Not enough to cover her ample ivory coloured breasts or the twin pink peaks of her nipples and the water was not deep enough to completely hide the dark tuft of hair between her legs. He just couldn't drag his eyes away and he found himself murmuring,

"You are beautiful Bell, so very beautiful."

The bulge in his breeches was rather prominent now so to hide it he stood behind her head and said,

"If you lean forwards I will wash your back for you."
 
Clara knew some how she was safe here but the way he kissed her pulled her close it was as if she were back at the brothel and she knew she never wanted to be there again, but she could not blame Roland could she, she was something men looked at and paid to have for a night or at least a few hours and Roland was a man no doubt in that. She blushed some as he then told her if she still wanted to bath, she may it was so kind of him to give her a blanket to cover herself as she undressed though his eyes did show of lust and curiosity of what lays beneath maybe even thoughts of how smooth her skin would be under his touch or lips. She hadn’t had as many men as some other girls back there but she has heard of many stories of the weirdest and scariest things men have asked for of the girls there and hoped she would never have to go back and live threw some of them she hadn’t had much experience in sex and all but she thought at least she knew what she liked or not liked but what she did know was she didn’t ever want to test it out back there to know for sure what she liked or disliked.

Finally, in the water she sighed softly it felt so good even if it was not high enough to cover her whole body or such, but it felt good. Looking around for soap and a washcloth as she still tried to hide her body from Roland not really it being her not wanting him to see her but more for him to help his thoughts and his actions. When she then heard him ask if he may bring her that what she was searching for she blushed some and nodded when he was close enough, she took the soap and the washcloth from his hands and she swore she heard him say she was so very beautiful she looked up at him and then back down no one has ever told her that before at least not without groping and fucking her at the same time.

She felt special in that moment and not one girl from many and it made her smile and feel good as well and when he offered to wash her back, she smiled and nodded.

“that would be lovely thank you!”

She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her knees and leaned forward turning her head laying it on top of her knees as she closed her eyes and waited for him to start. She was going to enjoy this small treat these few moments of kindness though with his first touch her body shivered as she said softly.

“Thank you for your kindness Roland that you’re willing to help me….. not every man would have done that you know or at least not with a price!”
 
When Roland asked if she would like him to wash her back he had no intention of doing anything but that and Bell smiled up at him and said rather coyly,

'That would be lovely, thank you!'

He soaped the washcloth and began with her bare shoulders as she huddled forwards wrapping her arms around her knees and laying her head on her knees, she shivered a little at his first touch and he thought that this feel strange to her, a complete stranger washing her naked back, she confirmed that when she softly said,

'Thank you for your kindness Roland that you’re willing to help me….. not every man would have done that you know or at least not with a price!'

Roland didn't understand the implication of her words as he was concentrating on washing Bell's smooth, silky, unblemished back, soaping it thoroughly so the suds trickled down her back and disappeared into the water just where the crack of her firm, round bottom began.

As he washed he dispensed with the washcloth and instead used just his hand feeling the silky softness of her skin and his erection rose again and thoughts started in his head that he knew were wrong but he couldn't help himself. He lifted her hair at the back and planted a gentle kiss on the back of her neck then nervously he said.

"Forgive me for being so forward but you look so tired and feel so tense it would please me greatly if you just lay back and relaxed and I will wash all of you, it might seem wrong but I only wish for you to feel better, all I intend is to wash you, no more than that."

His thoughts told him otherwise but he had no intention of forcing himself on her, he would be happy enough to just look upon her naked body.
 
Clara laid against her knees with her head relaxing as she tried to forget what normally would happen now if she were back at the brothel and just enjoy the soft caring touch of Roland. She knew he was just a man himself and she was a naked pretty girl in his home in his bath but somehow, she did feel safe with him or at least safer than back at the brother with the other men that only came to take what they wanted.

She felt his hands and she shivered slightly but it also felt nice and kind so soft and caring she had never felt before. Maybe she was wrong about him or at least he was different then the men at the brothel and of course many men she could not have landed with. When he then kissed the back of her neck, she held her breath and waited for his reaction and her heart to calm back down.

It was then that he surprised her with offering her to relax and enjoy he wished to make her feel good and relaxed and wanted to wash her and he did not want more than that. She somehow believed him as she looked back at him thinking for a second or two. She then took another deep breath and then slowly moved to lean back and to do as he offered.

When she leaned back her arms slightly covered her breast and her knees up and pressed together also covered her sex. After a second she started to relax, and her arms started to slip to her side as she tilted her head back closing her eyes as she tried to relax more as her breathing was slightly quick and slightly quivering as she waited to feel his touch on her body once more.

“thank you”

She whispered softly and shyly before he touched her as if to tell him she trusted him. She also wanted him to know she really meant it no one has ever treated her so nicely before and it was starting to feel good.
 
Roland made his offer to wash her in all sincerity and more in hope than expectation that she would agree so he was surprised and secretly delighted when she lay back in the tub although using her hands to cover herself and keeping her legs tightly closed. She looked up at him with trusting eyes and murmured softly and rather shyly,

'Thank you'

"We'll begin with your feet, then if you wish me to stop there'll be no harm done and you'll still have your modesty."

He put his hand under the heel of one foot and lifted it clear of the water and began washing her delicate little ankle and the sole of her foot and between her toes, it must have been soothing to her as her breathing slowed and her head dropped back with her eyes closed, it was not long before she relaxed completely and her hands slipped from her breasts, leaving the perfect orbs to his gaze. Roland continued washing Bell's dainty little feet and moved his hands up and supported her leg behind her knee, as he bent her knee her legs parted and he could see the bushy growth of hair that grew on her mound and also the intricate folds of dark pink flesh that guarded her private place. He mumbled an apology to Bell,

"I'm sorry,,,, I,,,, I,,,,I didn't mean to,,,,,,,,,,,"

Even as he spoke he knew that he wasn't sorry, not in the slightest, his erection was beginning to hurt now but he couldn't do anything about it. The more he tried to distance those thoughts the more difficult it became. He found himself wondering if a whore ever found any of the men who paid to use her at all attractive and become aroused as they took her however they liked and if she secretly enjoyed them. He groaned at the thought and thought he heard her moan in reply.
He noticed her breathing had become more rapid and her nipples had swollen to hard rubbery buds. Roland knew enough about women to know that a woman's nipples were sensitive to her mood, so had he inadvertently awoken something inside her? Was she finding this simple act of washing her feet so pleasurable, even arousing. Roland was confused as to whether he should continue or not so he asked, his voice coming out deep and husky.

"Do you want me to stop or shall I carry on?"
 
When Roland than told her, he would start at her feet and then they could see if he should carry on or not and such, she thought that was so generous of him to offer and she nodded softly.

“That sounds like a plan… I’d like that yes please…!”

Clara smiled as she watched his hand gentle reach for her foot and ankle and smiled at him, her eyes watching exactly what he does. She breathed calmly and enjoyed actually his kind soft touch. A man has never touched her so softly and caring before without forcing her to do something but with Roland it was so much different.

When he then started to massage her foot and ankle while washing them, she sighed softly and tilted her head back closing her eyes to enjoy more and relax as she felt safe here with him though he probably did want more with her than just to bath her and it was normal she was a young woman naked in his home he was a grown man and lonesome, so she did not blame him for wanting. The difference was he wanted but still did not just treat her like some piece of trash or thing and more like a person.

When he was done with her feet he moved up on her leg and as he bent her knee her legs parted, and she heard his apology she blushed some but did not try to cover herself. She was feeling so safe relaxed and calm she licked her lips and said softly and shyly.

“It’s ok I know!”

She was now so relaxed she was lost in her own little world and just enjoyed his soft washing touch as the water caressed her body and teased slightly the outlines of her body where the water stopped and threw his movement with her body and his hands while washing the water line kept moving.

Hearing a soft groan from him she did not know why but she responded as if it where two animals calling for each other. A soft almost over heard sigh like moan rippled over her luscious lips only once as her head slightly turned from one side to the other as she then took a deep breath her eyes still closed her other leg slightly moved to spread her legs just a bit more as if wanting him to look. She did not know why she did that, but he was just so kind, soft, caring and sweet to her which no other man has ever been before.
 
Roland continued washing Bell's lily white, shapely leg after he apologised for looking at her private parts but she did not seem to mind too much as she replied,

'It’s ok I know!'

Her skin was so soft and smooth as his hands moved over her legs, washing them but also stroking and caressing them. He looked up to her and saw her eyes were closed and her head lolled side to side, as if she were sleeping. Roland didn't know how it happened but he found his hands were stroking the inside of Bell's thighs and her legs opened even more as if to encourage him to keep doing what he was doing. He looked up at her again and she was panting, breathing quickly and her small dainty hands clasping and unclasping, her plump, pendulous breasts rose and fell with her nipples swollen peaks on her breasts. As he gazed at her nipples he saw that they had been rouged as if ready for some man to be aroused by their attractiveness, from this Roland assumed that she had been made ready for a client but had fled before anything had happened, which accounted for the scanty clothes that she had been wearing.

Not knowing if she was asleep or not Roland whispered quietly,

"Bell, are you awake? You should know that if I continue I will need to touch you in a manner that you might think inappropriate, if I do I cannot be certain that I can control myself. I don't wish to offend you in any way so please tell me whether to continue or not."

He leaned forward and trying to be reassuring he pressed his lips to her's.
 
Clara or Bell as she had told him her name was, was enjoying his soft and carrying touches and was relaxing more than she had ever relaxed for in her lifetime and even more than she ever dares to at the brothel. His hands where just feeling so good on her skin she was afraid to admit to, but he was not like the o0ther men that touched her they all only wanting their own pleasure but never the thought of maybe her pleasure or making her feel good, but Roland seemed to care for both or at least she thought he did as soft and caring his touches and rubbings were.

When he then asked her if she were awake, she wanted to open her eyes but let him finish first what he was saying as a blush come over her cheeks as he was warning her if he kept going, he would not or better say couldn’t promise her if his intention would still stay the same as wanting to just clean her. He did more with his words int hat moment than any man had ever even tried back in the brothel let alone in her whole life had tried.

When his lips touched hers, she gasped slightly open her eyes slowly to look up at him and leaned ever so slightly up to press her lips to his showing this time she was kissing back and as her lips then broke the kiss she whispered.

“I am awake…. And pleas…. please don’t stop”

Her voice shy and soft barely to be heard from anyone else but Roland as her eyes locked to his and her body shivered slightly under his touch but not in fear.
 
Bell's kiss was so sweet, her lips tasted of cherries and during the kiss their tongues met and curled around each other before Bell broke the kiss and murmured so soft and low that Roland barely heard her as she shyly whispered,

'I am awake…. And pleas…. please don’t stop.'

Roland no longer felt that he was treading on dangerous ground as Bell told him not to stop, he kept stroking her strong silky thighs moving ever closer to the forbidden place between her legs, her eyes watched him so he knew that this what she wanted, she made no move o stop him, as he made the first contact with the puffy lips of her entrance Bell shivered,

"Don't be frightened Bell, I'll treat you well, just as a beautiful woman like you deserves to be treated, not like a piece of meat to be paid for and abused."

His middle finger slipped inside her entrance, wet from the bath water but also a different kind of wetness, a slippery wetness that let his finger slide deep into her, he moved it gently back and forth watching Bell's eyes for any sign that she wanted him to stop but there was none, her head lolled back and her eyes closed. With his free hand he reached out and caressed one of her nipples on her panting breast, smiling, he gently flicked the hard swollen button and chuckled to himself as it quivered briefly then he did it again and murmured to Bell,

"I do believe that being treated like this is far preferable to what has happened to you in the past, I don't intend to pry but I am sure there is a dark story behind your situation, I can tell you are a lady of breeding and there is no way you would have become what you were by choice, but that can wait, you can tell me in the morning, I hope I am not being presumptuous but if you wish I would like very much for you to share my bed tonight,"
 
Clara sighed softly in a good way as she felt his hands still caressing her thighs and traveling further up it was weird this way as he asked her for permission and did not just take it if also felt so much better. She never felt this arousal before by any man like she was starting to feel with Roland.

“mmm…”

It was then she felt his fingers the first time on her other lips it made her jump ever so slightly and shiver as if it were her first time being touched there ever though, they both knew it was not, well not the first time touched but touched so caring and soft at least.

It was his words which made her feel a relief and feel safe in his hands as he wanted to treat her as she deserved and not just the way he wanted. A rosy red covered her cheeks and she even wanted to cry in happiness but tried to hide it as she did not want him to think something was wrong or such.

She watched him closely as she then felt his finger slide in her and now even slowly move, she gasped ever so slightly under her breath. His eyes searched hers for any sign he should stop but it was feeling so much better than she had ever felt she did not want him to stop. she let her head tilt back as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch her body relaxed, and her breathing picked up ever so slightly even her legs spread slightly more now being spread as far she could while she sat in that bath.

Her body shivered slightly as she then felt his fingers now even on her nipples and gave the smallest, sweetest moan out over her lips as her hands went up to hold onto, he edges of the bath and used the advantage to let a finger of hers caress the under side of his arm that reached for her nipple. She was not sure he felt it, but it was something she had never been allowed to do without asking or the man telling her to, so it made her nervous slightly but also extremely excited.

When he then asked her if she would lay in his bed with him share the warmth of it with him for the night, she blushed a crimson red now.

“Are you sure Roland you wish a woman of my class to share your bed ?!”

She knew that men did not have a good name if they let a woman like herself share their bed over night normally if they stayed over night they should lay on the floor or go back where they came from only the best of the best where allowed to sleep in a mans bed over night if paid well enough, but she was far from the best.

After asking him that she looked down seeing his hands and having to nibble her lower lip and then looked back up at him as she waited for his answer.
 
Roland was completely unprepared for her reply to his question about sharing his bed, surely she understood that he did not regard her as a whore but a lady of breeding who had been somehow forced to do what she did,

'Are you sure Roland you wish a woman of my class to share your bed ?!'

"I am not sure what you mean by a 'woman of your class', under normal circumstances I would not even entertain the notion that a lady like you would even consider being naked in the same room as me never mind sharing my bed, you are so far above me in the hierarchy of society but I have this one opportunity to be with a proper Lady. In the morning you will want to be on your way I presume and leave me with nothing but the memories of your beauty."

Roland said his piece but Bell did not say that she wouldn't or didn't want to sleep with him, he was playing with her body so that she was pressing herself to him, stroking under his upper arm, panting and spreading her legs wider in invitation. Gently he put his hands underneath her and lifted her out of the bathtub and wrapped her naked body in a rough towel that had been warming by the fire.

"I'll let you dry yourself Bell, I am going to bed, it must be your choice as to whether you wish to join me for just this one night."

He went the other side of the small room and stood by the bed and stripped off his clothes keeping his back turned to her so as not to frighten her with his manhood. of which he was very proud, when fully aroused as he was now, it stood like a barber's pole at eight inches long and as thick as a cudgel. He pulled back the blanket and climbed in pulling the blanket back over himself. He lay wondering whether Bell would come to him or not.
 
She was confused herself why didn’t he see her as all the other men saw her as well?! He was so kind and caring but all he saw was a beauty that was not there now or at least she did not feel it and had not felt it in a long while now. when he then said those last words, she felt sad and confused she did not want to go she wanted to stay she had never been treated the way he treated her and why would any woman in her right mind want to, but she had to for him for his safety and for hers.

She did not even want to think about what would or could happen if they find her and then also in a man’s bed that was not paying. She had run away for reasons of what the men were doing to her and because of their touches and such but here with Roland she wanted more of his touches and she did not understand why.

When he then gently picked her up, she gasped softly and wrapped her arms around his neck till her set her down on her own two feet again. When he wrapped her in the towel and then turned away going to the other side of the room telling her he would let her dry off and he would go to bed and it had to be her choice if she joined him, she almost wanted to laugh. Her choice! Her choice what was that she had not had a free will since she was sold to the brothel, she even almost forgot what that was like till she found enough nerves and guts to run away from the brothel.

But with those words she wanted him even more he was giving her own thoughts her own choice of what she wanted or not how could she resist such a man. While she got dried off, she could not help but watch him slip into his bed and the whole time keeping his back turned to her even as he laid in bed. When she was dry, she quietly on tippy toes went over to his bed as she lifted the blanket, she slipped into the bed cuddling to his back softly as she whispered into his ear softly.

“Clara…...”

She took a deep breath not believing she was doing this but felt he deserved it.

“Clara not Bell….!”

As her soft hand shivering went to his back caressing softly as she was nervous as if this would be the first time she had laid in a bed with a man before but somehow it did feel like it.
 
Roland lay wondering whether Bell would come to him but he didn't have to wait long, he felt the blanket lift and then Bell's warm, freshly washed body was pressed against him and her hands caressed his spine gently with her fingertips, it almost seemed as if she didn't know whether she should or not, her touch was so shy. Bell whispered in his ear as if to make a confession to him,

'“Clara…....

She took a deep breath,

Clara not Bell….!'

Roland rolled over to face her and just brushed her soft lips with his and whispered back,

"It pleases me that you now trust me enough to tell me your real name although the name Bell does have a certain ring to it,,,,,,,,,,," He grinned and chuckled at the unintended joke,

",,,,,I like Clara better, it makes you more real with knowing who you are."

He put one arm around her pale white shoulder, feeling the soft silkiness of her skin and he gently drew her to him so that their bodies were touching everywhere possible, her breasts flattened against his chest and her bushy mound and his pubic hair mingled together. He had not intended it to happen but his erection was uncontrollable and it had slid between her legs and lay in the furrow of her slit, throbbing like his heart against Clara's pearl of joy. His free hand went to the back of her head and his fingers tangled in her golden hair, still damp from the washing, he slowly pulled her head to him and with their lips only inches apart he told her,

"I am going to kiss you now Clara, probably like you've never been kissed before, if you like it you don't need to say anything if you don't, tell me and I will sleep on the floor."

Slowly, inexorably he pulled her face towards him until he could feel her breath on his face and then their lips met.
 
Clara gasped slightly as he turned around in the bed to face her and smiled softly but also shyly, she did not know why but he made her knees week like no other man before him. She felt as if she was a virgin all over again just this time without the pain to follow seconds along with pleasure. When he made the joke about her name she giggled softly as her eyes locked to his though they could not help to look down to his lips occasionally.

As if her lips ached for him to kiss her again to feel his lips against hers once more. When he then told her with Clara, she was more real than Bell she smiled nodding softly as her fingers went to his upper arms caressing them softly as if not sure what to do, she felt his arm go around her pulling her closer so that their bodies pressed to each other. Her soft silky breasts and hard nipples pressed against his chest and with each breath he or she took even more and as she felt even her lower region brushing tohis she gasped softly as she felt how hard he was between her legs.

A redness crawled over her cheeks it was then he then told her he was going to kiss her maybe in a way she did not like and if so, she should say something but if she liked to just enjoy. She wanted to ask why or how he was going to kiss her when he suddenly pressed his lips to hers, she gasped slightly and then relaxed in his arms as she even leaned into the kiss slightly and closed her eyes as her fingers gripped to him as if telling him not to stop.
 
The first contact with Clara's lips was sweeter than he had imagined her lips were soft and succulent and she kissed him back, gripping his arms that held her, her soft naked body pressed against him, he could feel the roundness of her breasts and the hard swollen peaks digging into his chest. He held the kiss for what seemed like an eternity in heaven, his tongue worked its way between her cherry red lips and explored the inside of her mouth, his tongue ran over her pearly white teeth and flicked at her tongue. Eventually he had to break the kiss to take breath and he held her hands in his,

"If you are feeling adventurous you can touch me as I touch you Clara."

He took both of her hands to grasp his erection, big, strong, hard and pulsing with desire and he showed her how to slide her hand up and down the thick heavy shaft. Then he carefully inserted his middle finger into her soft wet entrance and curled it inside her as he moved it in and out. He pushed her back to lay on the bed with her golden hair fanned out on the pillow and he rolled over to support himself on his arms and he looked down at her,

"Sweet Clara I know what you have done in the past and that your virginity is long gone but your innocence is still with you, I do not expect you to be versed in the art of making love except for knowing when to praise the man you are with at the right times, that is expected of all ladies in your profession, I don't want it to be like that with us, stop me if I hurt you or anything is not to your taste."

Having said that, Roland lowered himself slowly to lay on top of Clara, having spread her legs wide and the oozing tip of his erection helped to lubricate Clara's already slippery entrance. For a few seconds it would not enter because of his girth but he persisted and pressed steadily inwards, slowly stretching her entrance, her pussy lips grasping at his veined shaft and lubricating it as it moved very slowly deeper inside her.

Roland's lips came down on Clara's and they kissed and kissed and kissed as he made tender love to Clara the beautiful, mysterious waif.
 
Clara blushed slightly as she he then said if she feels adventurous, she could touch him as he touches her. She nibbled her lip as his hand showed her hand to his erection, it was not like she did not know how to touch a man or as if this was her first time ever doing something like this but with Roland it was so different not demanding or cruel.

Though he wanted her maybe even needed her and taking her hand showing her where to touch and then touching her he was different as the other men she has had in the past and she was starting to like it very much. When her hand reached his big hard pulsing erection, her fingers curled and wrapped themselves around his shaft as his hand showed her hand up and down over his shaft.

She had to smile as her eyes were locked to his as her fingers kept moving slowly up and down over his shaft as she then suddenly felt his fingers, she gasped softly breathing inwards deep and long as her hips shifted slightly. It felt so good and it was on her free will and not forced on her and this made it even better, she has not felt so much from just fingers as she was feeling right now. she could not help it but had to let out one of the smallest quietest moans she might have ever heard but as sweet and innocent as a virgin might have done it.

When he then pushed her on her back, she smiled up at him her cheek a rosy pink as her lips were being nibbled softly or licked as if she were nervous but when he then started to talk, she could not help to smile even more.

She cupped his cheek with her other hand as her thumb caressed his cheek as she nodded shyly and smiled.

“I will Roland t…thank you!”

She believed him when he said what he said, and it was one of the sweetest things a man has ever said to her before and she felt safe in his arms or well better said under him. When he then lowered himself to lay on top of her, she spreads her legs and as her knees shiver slightly from being nervous but also excited as she knew if his fingers already felt different then before ever then having sex with him must be different than she has ever felt as well, and she could not wait.


She was so wet from his playing and his kindness and all that he has done since he took her in that her heart skipped a beat and started to race as she felt his erection against her entrance her fingertips gripped softly to his arms as she held her breath some as she felt him push in. oh god, she thought he was big and hard and soooo gentle she couldn’t help to moan softly as she felt him go deeper in her inch for inch. She moaned softly as she tilted her head some and her back arched slightly as she took him fully in her and before she could say or react to anything he leaned down and kissed her deeply and kept kissing, she wrapped her arms around his neck even her legs around him as she enjoyed his being a true man and not just a guy who paid for it and just taking what he wants before the time up and money spent.

Soft moans escape her lips between kisses her body shivers and trembles showing him as well how much she was enjoying this as well and well as her breathing.
 
As they kissed their tongues intertwined and Roland's hands began to explore Clara's beautiful, soft rounded figure. he began by stroking her face with his fingertips, following the contours of her face, her swan like, elegant neck and shoulders. As he progressed down her body and took her rounded, pendulous breasts in his strong hands he was slowly and gently easing himself in and out of her weeping treasure cave and he felt her arms go around his neck and pull him down to kiss her again, she began to move under him matching his gentle thrusts with her hips, then her legs went around his waist and her heels rested on the small of his back. Roland was in heaven, he couldn't believe that he, a mere solicitor's clerk, was making love to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

It was a cold hard fact that wealthy men had paid and paid well to be where he was at this very moment and if Clara was so inclined would continue to do so for a good many years to come,, she need have no fear of her beauty fading, she was the sort of woman whose beauty, if she only drank sparingly and stayed away from Opium, would never fade.

He began to wonder why she would give herself to him like this, did she feel obligated to him? Feel that this was her way of paying him? True, it seemed that she wanted to do this but was it all an act? Whores were well practised in making men feel good. He had to know the truth of the matter.

"Clara, my sweet Clara, why are you doing this? I have only given you shelter some soup and a bath, you don't owe me anything, I need no payment,,,,,,,,,, of any kind,,,,,,,,,,, so if you are doing this for that reason then you have paid an unnecessary price, I will sleep in the chair tonight."

Reluctantly he pulled out and got off the bed pulled on his breeches and a shirt and without looking at her he walked to his armchair and sat down and pulled a blanket over himself.
 
Clara moaned softly feeling him deep in her she could not believe how good this could feel if she were not hurting or feared to be hurt from the man that only cared for what he paid for and to make sure he got every penny worth. But she noticed something was wrong with Roland he seemed distracted suddenly or upset and she could not help but to worry that she might have done or said something wrong.

It was then that he stopped pulling out as he asked her why she was doing this she gasped some she was confused why he now was worrying so much even though she was in his bed but then he kept talking and she knew now what was wrong he had said in the beginning he did not want to take advantage of her in the way other men did.

She whimpered as he got out of the bed got dressed and went to his chair. She turned to her side pulling the blanket to cover her some and looked at him for a second as she then got up wrapping the blanket around her, she went over to him standing between his legs she bends over kissing him softly as she whispered.

“Roland yes at the beginning I did have the feeling I had to pay back for your kindness and such but now it’s because I wanted to you were the first man that let me feel what I wanted to feel and not what he paid for…”

She sighed softly as she opened the blanket and straddled his lap wrapping them both then in her blanket as she then leaned forward to kiss him again and then whispered against his lips as her eyes locked to his.

“and this what you have given me, and I sure do hope give me more of is and would never be an unnecessary price…. It is one I wouldn’t mind paying as it feels so good, I have never felt this good with another man before please let me feel like a lady in your arms and not just a whore I am in the eyes of other men…!”
 
Underneath his blanket Roland couldn't sleep, he kept thinking of the beautiful Clara sleeping naked in his bed just a few feet away, his conscience wouldn't let him return and take his payment from her if that's what it was in her mind. He had done the honourable thing.

It was some surprise when he felt Clara standing in front of him and her with just a blanket wrapped around her, and he looked up to see her just wrapped in a blanket. It was even more of a surprise when she bent and kissed him and whispered the sweetest words he had ever heard,

'Roland yes at the beginning I did have the feeling I had to pay back for your kindness and such but now it’s because I wanted to you were the first man that let me feel what I wanted to feel and not what he paid for…'

He stared at her, speechless, was she inviting back into bed? He got his answer when she opened the blanket revealing her naked body and straddled him and kissed him again, her soft whispered words were an instant aphrodisiac and his manhood sprang erect and between her legs,

',,,,,,and this what you have given me, and I sure do hope give me more of it and would never be an unnecessary price…. It is one I wouldn’t mind paying as it feels so good, I have never felt this good with another man before, please let me feel like a woman in your arms and not just a whore as I am in the eyes of other men…!'

Roland felt there was no need for words as he supported Clara in his arms as she clung to him and carried her back to his bed and laid her down and spread her legs and then he looked down at her,

"You want to feel like a woman? Tonight will be the start of a new chapter in your life, again though if anything is not to your liking tell me, I won't be offended."

He didn't lay down beside her though, he knelt at the foot of the bed and began by kissing and sucking on her toes then all the way up to the top of her milky white shapely thighs, he paused and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her arousal.

"Sweet Clara, your scent is intoxicating I am sure that you taste just as good."

His head dipped between her legs and his tongue swept from one end of her slit to the hard little button that poked its excited head from under its hood.
 
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