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By Eafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)

I looked out into the early Saturday morning light as my taxi took me the short distance from Peter's house where I had spent the night to his office. I thought over the events of the previous evening and night (for the story see 'Peter and Louise'). They had proved an extremely rewarding young couple and I had certainly not finished with them -although no doubt they devoutly wished that I had! As I looked out into the lightening sky I thought of the events of the last few months.
I now had two young families completely under my control and living very close together, although as far as I was aware, they were ignorant of each other's existence. I planned to renew my acquaintance with Derek and Susan in the very near future (see 'Derek and Susan') and I began to muse over bringing the four of them together. I could see many exciting possibilities in that idea!!!
Before I could get on with that though I needed to have some rest and I had decided to go to my cottage. Since Andrea had moved out so suddenly to remove herself and her young daughter Gillian from my influence (see 'Andrea and Gillian') I had not been back to Wales although I had heard that I had some new neighbours.
I certainly looked forward to getting to know them better. In addition, I had not forgotten Andrea! Of all the women I had met lately I was most taken with her soft, sexy, completely submissive personality and I decided to renew my acquaintance with her in the very near future. I knew that, although she and Gillian had moved, she was unsophisticated and na‹ve and by spending a little money, that it would be possible to find her again with no difficulty.
While I was turning all these ideas over in my mind, the taxi drew up outside the building in which I maintained my branch office in this city. I paid off the cab and let myself into the building, going immediately to Peter's office. I had a special purpose for coming to the office this morning. Normally at the weekend the office would be deserted but I needed some peace and quiet to forward my plans. In addition, and more interestingly, I had heard Peter arranging with his secretary Sarah that she would spend Saturday morning, on overtime, in the office, completing a report for me and catching up with some filing.
She certainly would be working but it was not going to be what she had expected! I had only caught a brief glimpse of Sarah yesterday when she brought in our afternoon tea but that had been enough to arouse my interest. My memory was of a rather trim tall pretty girl with fairly small breasts but with long red hair and very sexy long legs well displayed by a very short skirt.
I had noted as she left the room a rather neat sexy bottom that held considerable promise. She had been clearly over-awed by the sudden visit of the Company Chairman and spent the afternoon with a permanent blush whenever we met in the building. She seemed very shy and reserved, in spite of her sexy appearance. The only time I heard her speak I was amused to hear that she had a high-pitched breathy teenage voice, taut with embarrassment.
She looked about eighteen or nineteen. I needed to leave for Wales by lunchtime but I felt that I had found my entertainment for the morning.
I made a cup of coffee in the small kitchen and took it to Peter's office where I sat down in his executive chair and considered my surroundings. It could hardly have been better set up for my purposes. There was a big desk at one side of the room opposite the door and along the right hand wall was a large upholstered settee, which looked very comfortable and which normally, presumably, was used to entertain clients. In the corner was a small drinks cabinet. I had everything I needed. I checked my watch. I had about half an hour before I could expect Sarah, enough time for my other tasks and then I would be free to devote the attention to her that I felt that she deserved.
While I was drinking my coffee I powered up my lap-top and contacted the Investigative Agency that I kept on a permanent retainer. I instructed them to find Andrea and to provide me with her address and her telephone number but not under any circumstances to allow her to know that she was being investigated.
I was confident in the efficiency of this Agency and I knew that I would have the information within twenty four hours. I called the hotel and checked out, ordering my packing to be done for me and my cases to be placed in my car to avoid my having to return to the hotel. As I had come directly to the office from Peter's house I was wearing my usual attire of black slacks and a black polo- necked silk sweater. I did not wear a jacket. That would be just fine for this morning and for traveling.
I arranged for my car to be serviced and prepared for the journey to Wales and to be delivered outside the building ready for my use at one o'clock this afternoon. This would give me enough time for my mornings entertainment and still allow me a comfortable journey to my cottage. While I was waiting for Sarah I made a few notes and thought back over the last few weeks. I now had several couples that I had brought firmly under my control and that I would need to check on in the future. I had just left Jonathan and Jane in Grindelwald and they would be coming back to England after their honeymoon this weekend. I would renew my acquaintance with them but that could wait (see 'The Climbing Hut : Part III). Similarly, when I had been in the Climbing Hut on my visit last week the pretty sisters Joanne and Penny had proved a delightful diversion (see 'The Climbing Hut : Part II). Over the next few months I would check on all these women. After my attentions there was a high probability that some or all of them, would be pregnant and I was interested in this outcome. As I was quietly drinking my coffee and thinking all this over I heard a slight sound in the outer office. I shut my lap-top down and returned it to it's case, leaned back in the big leather chair and looked expectantly at the door.
Sarah had clearly seen the light under the door as she arrived and she hesitantly opened it and looked in. She gave a visible start when she saw me but her lack of fear demonstrated that, in spite of my casual dress, she recognised me. I smiled at her and motioned her in.
"Come in Sarah, and close the door," I said quietly.
As I had thought from yesterday, she was a very shy girl and my casual use of her name was sufficient to cause her cheeks to flame. I smiled to myself, this morning was going to be fun. She came in and stood uncertainly just inside the door. I sat back in the chair drinking my coffee and casually inspecting her figure. I made no secret of my interest and I let her follow my eyes so that she was in no doubt of where I was looking. Her cheeks reddened further and she shuffled her feet.
"Stand still and put your hands by your sides," I commanded brusquely.
She gave a little start but complied. I took my time inspecting her from head to foot and she became more and more uncomfortable and uncertain under my scrutiny. As I had noted yesterday she was a tall slender girl with long lustrous red hair.
"Not my usual type!" I thought with amusement.
A little to my disappointment but not altogether to my surprise as it was Saturday and she had expected to be alone she was dressed very casually in very tight jeans and a plain duck-egg blue tee- shirt which displayed her slight figure rather well. Like most red-heads, she had some freckles but not many and her skin was a rather creamy white, contrasting vividly with the shade of her hair and displaying her blushes to advantage. I looked her over from head to toe again. She had a rather pretty face, although she looked frightened and her hair, which she was wearing loose, hung almost to her waist.
It had been well brushed and shone brightly in the office light and in the sunlight which was now coming in the window. I looked casually at her breasts and she followed my glance and her cheeks stained brighter. I had thought yesterday that she had rather small breasts and I was not mistaken. She must have only been an A cup as the little mounds hardly tented the front of her tee-shirt at all showing a different kind of promise from my usual prey! Her figure narrowed to a very slender waist before broadening to rather roomy hips for such a slight girl. Her hips and legs were tightly confined in and well displayed by, the thin tight jeans. I looked at her feet. She appeared to be wearing dark tights under her jeans and she was wearing a pair of trainers.
All in all she was dressed practically rather than sexily but the promise of her figure was displayed and even more tempting was her uncertainty and obvious anxiety. I motioned for her to turn round and she rotated slowly on the spot displaying the lush curves of a rather full bottom for such a slight girl. I was amused to see a definite panty-line through the thin material of her tight jeans. When she was facing me I smiled at her.
"Good morning Sarah," I said casually, "we are going to be together for a couple of hours before I have to leave. Make us some coffee and come back in here." She left the room without a word and I went and sat on the settee to await her return. After a few minutes she came in carrying a tray with a pot of coffee and two cups. I motioned to the settee beside me and she hesitantly came over, put the tray down on the coffee table in front of the settee and warily sat down beside me. I sat and waited without comment and she began to busy herself preparing my coffee as I watched her, knowing that my continued scrutiny would increase her unease. She handed me my cup in a shaking hand and sat back on the settee as far from me as she could. I took a sip of the coffee and smiled at the anxious girl.
"Do you have a boy-friend, Sarah?" I asked.
She blushed again and looked down into her lap - where I was also looking at her thighs snugly encased in the tight thin denim. She did not answer.
"I don't want to have to show you what will happen if you don't answer me politely," I said with quiet menace.
"I do have a boyfriend. We have been seeing one another for about three weeks. He is my first boy-friend ever," she whispered.
"What is his name and how old is he?" I asked. She blushed again and looked sideways at me before answering almost inaudibly
"John. He is twenty." Her blush deepened.
She was getting used to the situation and becoming more relaxed and I decided that it was time to step things up a bit and to begin to give her an idea of how things were going to be this morning.
"Does John think that you have a nice figure, Sarah?" I asked her with a smile. She flushed the deepest red yet. I could see the colour going from her cheeks to her shoulders and under the neck of her tee-shirt. This was promising!!! She was clearly a very shy and demure girl, just the kind I like. She didn't answer.
"Sarah, I asked you a question. This is your last warning" I said sharply.
She did not look at me. With her eyes fixed in her lap she whispered, "He has said he likes me," she whispered.
"I didn't ask you that" I said sharply, "does he like your figure?"
"He has never said, but I think so," she murmured shyly. I smiled reassuringly at her and the scared red-head looked back at me warily. I took another sip of coffee.
"And I suppose that he often kisses you," I asked quietly. The girl's blush deepened and she shot me an anxious glance but nodded. I motioned to her and she reluctantly moved along the settee until she was sitting closer to me and I put my hand gently on her thigh just above her knee and caressed the inner surface of her smooth leg with the tips of my fingers. I felt her tense under my touch. She looked down at my hand and I said quietly, "Do you let John feel your breasts?"
She looked at me with some alarm and tried to get up but I held her firmly with my hand on her thigh.
"Sit still, or it will be the worse for you, I said with some menace, "Well, do you?"
There was a long pause and I could feel her apprehensive young body beside me trembling slightly. I waited for her to collect herself. I knew that she would tell me eventually. She had a couple of efforts at starting but finally she whispered, "On our first date he touched my breasts. I didn't want him to but he forced me. Now he touches me whenever he likes but only when we are alone. He usually touches me in the dark when we were watching television or in the cinema," she whispered.
I laughed gently.
"You mean that feels you whenever he likes. You sit and let a boy feel your breasts without doing anything to stop him. That makes you a bit of a slut Sarah, doesn't it ?" I asked with a smile.She shook her head violently.
"Does he put ever his hand down your dress and feel your bare tits?" I asked deliberately crudely. She nodded wretchedly. I smiled to myself.
"And do you let John put his hand up your dress and feel your cunt or can't you stop him doing that either?" I asked maliciously knowing how this would embarrass her. She shook her head violently. I laughed.
"I don't believe you, Sarah," I said, "if John has you so much under his control that he touches you up whenever he likes, I don't believe that he has never felt your cunt."
There was a long silence and then she said very quietly, "Just once, last night, for the first time. I was getting him a drink and he came up behind me and put his hand up my skirt. I was frightened and wanted to stop him but he made me stand while he felt between my legs. He would have done more but we heard my mother coming and he had to stop." I felt that she was now telling me the truth.
"Did you ever touch your boy-friend's prick?" I asked. She shook her head violently again and looked at me with a tear in her eye and I knew that she was lying again.
"I don't believe you, Sarah," I laughed, "you have a boy-friend who has you so under his power that he feels you whenever he likes, who puts his hand in your bra and touches you up and you expect me to believe that you have never touched his prick! I don't want to have to show you what happens to girls who lie to me!"
"Please don't hurt me," she said quietly, "I am still a virgin."
"Well!" I thought to myself, "what an unexpected bonus!!" I looked at her and waited.
"He made me touch his thing on our second date," she whispered, "he makes me rub it now whenever he wants and I have to. He made me suck it last week and I hated it but he made me do it again last night. I am so afraid of him. He said that if I don't do everything he wants he will tell all his friends about me and he will let them have me as well"
I smiled to myself. John sounded a man after my own heart. I was clearly just in time, a few more days and the prize of Sarah's virginity would certainly have escaped me!!! I slipped my arm along the back of the settee behind her and began to play with her hair with my fingers. She was gently shaking and a tear rolled down her cheek. I tilted her chin so that I could look into her eyes and smiled gently.
"Give me a nice kiss," I commanded and it was a measure of her fear that she did not hesitate. I gently kissed her soft moist lips while looking into her wide rear-filled eyes. I gently moved my tongue forward until I felt her closed mouth and I ran the tip along her lips while pressing just a little more firmly. Her lips parted and I slid my tongue into the frightened girl's mouth and gave her a relatively gentle but deep kiss. I explored her mouth for a moment as I looked into her eyes and then I took my lips from hers.
"I think that it is time I saw your figure a bit more closely, Sarah," I said with a smile, "Stand up in front of me, facing me, and strip. Keep going until I tell you to stop." She gasped and didn't move. I twisted a lock of her soft hair in my fingers and she gasped with pain.
"I don't usually repeat myself," I warned her. She looked at me wretchedly, her cheeks flaming and her eyes filled with tears.
"Please don't make me!" she begged, "I have never been undressed in front of a man before." I just laughed.
"Get on with it," I ordered and took my hand from her thigh. She hesitantly stood and faced me.
She gave me one last pleading glace but when she saw that I was implacable she stripped off her tee-shirt and stood awkwardly holding it. I indicated for her to drop it and she did and I just sat and looked at her. She sobbed and, blushing furiously, took off her trainers and then stripped off her tight jeans. As I had suspected, she was wearing dark tights over her panties. I motioned to the tights and she stripped them off her long slender legs. She was now just dressed in a very thin pale blue bra and panty set. She straightened and stood in front of me clearly not knowing what to do with her hands. I smiled at her.
"Put your hands by your sides, Sarah darling," I said as I inspected her.
She stood embarrassed under my close scrutiny, the blush extending from her cheeks to her neck and shoulders. She had very delicate porcelain-like skin hardly marked with freckles. As I had suspected she had very immature teenage breasts but surprisingly large areaolae and prominent nipples clearly displayed under the thin bra.
I let her see me looking at her cunt and she shifted her feet nervously. She had a plump well made cunt with quite fleshy outer lips concealing the bud of her clitoris in the closed groove of her slit and a very prominent pubic mound surmounted by a pretty little halo of red fleece clearly visible through the thin nylon. I motioned for her to turn round and she compliantly rotated on the spot and stood tensely with her back to me.
I looked at her smooth back divided by the thin blue strap of her bra and partly covered by her long red hair and I let my eyes fall to her bottom. She was very well made indeed with prominent fleshy buttocks tightly confined in and not at all concealed by the tight high-cut panties. I could see her gently trembling under my long inspection. At last I put my coffee cup down and stood up stripping off my polo-necked sweater as I did so. I stepped close behind her and rested my hands on the swell of her hips my fingers just touching the elastic in the waist of her panties. I blew gently on the back of her ear and kissed her neck under the soft curtain of her hair. She shuddered but did not dare to pull away.
I moved my hands gently up from her waist until they were on her chest with the thumbs just brushing the lower edge of cups of her bra. She was a very slender girl and I could feel the outline of her ribs under my hands. I could feel her shaking as I pressed my groin into her sexy full bottom. I continued to kiss her neck and deliberately moved my hands up on to her breasts cupping her slight curves through the delicate fabric of her thin bra. She groaned. I began to deliberately and thoroughly feel her, molding her immature young breasts in my hands. I kissed her ear again as I carried on playing with her breasts.
Despite herself I could feel her prominent sensitive nipples hardening under my palms and making distinct stiff little cones in the thin fabric of the bra. She had such lovely little breasts that I took my time over them. I continued kneading and molding the little mounds of her slight figure in my demanding hands and her breathing began to quicken. Her nipples were now like little bullets in my palms. Her trembling increased as I pressed my groin into her bottom and I began to smell the distinct and unmistakable smell of her fear.
She may have been afraid of her boy-friend and reluctantly submitting to my advances but my stimulation and the exquisite sensitivity of her nipples excited her reluctant body against her will. The smell of her fear began to be mingled with the unmistakable smell of a sexy excited girl.
I chuckled with satisfaction and whispered into her ear, "You have lovely little breasts, Sarah, and I think that, in spite of what you say, from the smell of you, you like having them felt by a man." Sarah gasped loudly and the blush spread to her shoulders and to the top of her back. I pulled her towards me closer into my arms by my grip on her breasts until her plump bottom was pressing into my groin and I rubbed my stiff shaft gently but firmly in the cleft of her buttocks. I felt her stiffen in my arms and I suddenly released her shaking body and sat down again She slowly turned to look at me. I smiled at her.
"I think I am a little overdressed for this, Sarah," I said cheerfully, " I want you to take my trousers off."
I could see how her boy-friend had had such little difficulty exerting a dominance over her. She was possibly the most compliant girl I had met for long time. Whatever resistance she had initially took very little breaking down. She knelt down and, one after the other, took off my shoes and socks and then sat down beside me and hesitantly reached for my zipper which she drew down cautiously.
I felt her start as my stiff prick, unconfined by any underwear made a sudden appearance. Her blush faded and she went pale as she looked at the stiff shaft with its threatening head. I heard her sharp intake of breath. I lifted my bottom slightly and she got the message instantly and drew my trousers down and off. She put my trousers down. I was now naked and I motioned to the settee beside me and scantily clad girl scrambled to her feet and sat down gingerly.
"Now, Sarah," I said quietly as I looked into her eyes, "you told me just now that John makes you feel his prick and that you have sucked it. I want you to feel my prick and balls gently until I tell you to stop." She looked fearfully down into my lap. My prick was semi-erect lying across my thigh with a blob of pre-cum evident on my thigh.
She did not move.
"Get on with it" I said quietly "or you will be very sorry."
She reached out with her small hand and gingerly touched my prick about half way up the shaft. I made her close her hand around the shaft but I did not need to show her how to wank me. My prick rapidly became fully erect under her clumsy but effective attention.
She looked at the threatening sight with horror. I smiled into her eyes, "Just you keep on wanking me with that hand until I tell you to stop" I ordered, "and gently feel around my balls with the other." The miserable girl kept on slowly and rhythmically wanking my big prick with her right hand and with her left hand she began to fondle my balls. More pre-cum oozed from the end of my prick under her treatment and ran down over her hand. She looked at it in horror. I stretched luxuriously.
"Just you keep on wanking me and feeling me" I said "I can stand quite a lot of this.
Considering that you have so little experience you are a pretty good little wanker. John is teaching you well. Don't you think that I deserve a kiss for letting you wank and feel me?" I asked her. "Just keep on wanking me and give me a nice kiss."
She looked into my eyes and submissively brought her lips to mine. I immediately took command and began a deep French kiss exploring all of her mouth and gums and sucking gently on her tongue. She carried on mechanically wanking me nice and slowly and fondling my balls. I could feel the pre-cum running down over my prick and on to her hand. I carried on kissing her, enjoying the wank. I took my lips from hers and let her continue exciting me while I had a drink of my coffee. Her eyes were fixed with horrified fascination on the big prick that she was wanking and feeling. I spread my thighs widely.
"John has started to make you suck him off Sarah," I said, "why don't you show me how good you have become at it? Kneel down between my thighs, facing me, keep wanking me and kiss the tip of my prick."
Without stopping her delicious stroking of my prick Sarah struggled to her knees between my thighs. I smiled down into her eyes. I felt her breath on the end of my prick and then I felt the slightest touch of her lips. I wound her soft hair in my fingers and moved her head to my prick. I felt the end of my prick brushing against her closed lips. I moved her head around, smearing pre-cum all over her mouth.
"Now, Sarah, keep wanking me nicely and open your mouth wide." She gave a convulsive sob. I twisted her hair a bit tighter and felt her mouth slowly opening on the end of my prick. She opened her mouth a little wider and the tip of my prick was just touching between her soft red lips. I slowly pushed the big end of my prick past her lips and her teeth and into her mouth. I put about two inches in and just rested there.
"Keep wanking me and close your lips around my prick." I ordered. She gave a great shudder but did as I commanded.
"Open your eyes and look at me," I snapped.
Her eyes, now cloudy with the shadow of defeat gazed up at me. Her mouth was stretched around my prick which she was still slowly wanking.. I began to move my prick around inside her mouth and I could see the head bulging first one cheek and then the other. I slowly moved it in and out about half an inch. I released her hair, knowing that she would obey me now.
"Now, Sarah," I said, "run your tongue around the end of my prick and gently suck. I don't want to have to do any work. Move your head backwards and forwards keeping my prick inside just your lips and then taking it in your mouth as far as you can. Run your tongue around the end and keep gently sucking and wanking."
She automatically followed orders. It was a really delicious sensation, just like being held in a velvet vice. It was amazing how quickly she picked up the idea. I looked down at this little virgin giving me a very competent blowjob her head bobbing rhythmically back and forwards on my prick and her soft red hair hanging in a swinging shimmering curtain.