Message-ID: <49002asstr$1093594337@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <ossified@hushmail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <200408261956.i7QJuwjk080898@mailserver3.hushmail.com> From: <ossified@hushmail.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 12:56:57 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Youthful Enterprise 01 {Ossified} (Mf ff) Lines: 995 Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2004 04:12:17 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/49002> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman This story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any form for profit, but may otherwise be distributed freely. If you do, you must leave it intact. If you post it somewhere, I want to know. Thanks! This is an erotic story. It includes explicit descriptions of sexual acts. None of the things described in this story actually happened (big surprise). If it's illegal for you to read stuff like this, then you shouldn't. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE - Chapters 1 and 2 (Mf ff) Written by Ossified Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail dot com *********************************************************************** NOTE: You might consider reading my story 'My Teacher is a Pervert' first, since it's about the same girl and there are occasional references to it in this story. You can find it at storiesonline.net or ASSTR. Don't worry though; you'll be able to follow this story even if you decide not read the other one. *********************************************************************** Chapter 1 I'm babysitting the Bateman kid, and he's, like, REALLY awful. My friend Katherine usually does this, but I desperately need the money so she lets me. I give the kid sweets since he promises to be nice, but this is like injecting him with rocket fuel and he's running around in circles, screaming and waving his arms. In the end I plonk him in front of the telly, watching some show his parents won't let him see. Since he finally shuts up, I use the Batemans' phone to call my friends. Jenny tells me Hannah has a new boyfriend, and it's this boy I dated once. I'm like, "NO WAY" since Hannah is really cool and he's not, but Jenny is like, "WAY," and I'm like, "Eeewww, gross," and Jenny goes, "I KNOW" and she totally agrees with me. Then I call Hannah, but she's probably snogging with her new boyfriend and doesn't pick up. Instead I spend an hour talking to Katherine while her sister whines for her to get off the phone. After that I try on some of Mrs. Bateman's clothes. Some of it looks like the stuff my mum likes to wear, but she has a few nice dresses which are in good taste. I try some of her jewellery too, but the good stuff is probably in the safe since I can't find any diamonds. I try the safe, but can't open it. I have fun trying though. I feel kind of like Jennifer Garner in 'Alias'. Suddenly I see it's ten thirty and the brat's parents are due back in half an hour. Panicking, I return the jewels and wriggle out of Mrs. Bateman's cocktail dress. It hurts since I catch my hair in the zipper. Should have braided it today. When I go downstairs the Bateman kid is staring apathetically at the screen, looking kind of pale. I get him to bed and start cleaning up the kitchen. Making milkshakes while talking on the phone wasn't such a hot idea. There's chocolate syrup on the counter and the walls got splattered when I used the mixer. It occurs to me that if I'd been a serial killer, I'd be profiled as 'chaotic'. The brat is finally asleep, exhausted, and I'm thinking maybe this babysitting thing is too much responsibility for a fourteen-year-old girl like me. I scurry to clean up the sweet wrappers and popcorn that seems to be everywhere, and I have, like, thirty seconds to go if the Bateman's are on time. I actually manage, and when they come home I'm sitting innocently on the sofa watching some stupid family programme on TV. The house is spotless, and they can see I've been a good girl. They smile and tell me they've had a nice time. When I look at Mr. Bateman, I realize my skirt has crept up and he's staring at my knickers. It sucks that I didn't have time to look for their porn. Mr. Bateman isn't good-looking at all, and since Mrs. Bateman is really slim and okay in a retro eighties sort of way, I can't see how Mr. Bateman managed to land her. He has this steely grey hair, which is fine I guess, but he's getting kind of chubby and his nose is just too big for his face. Anyway, Mr. Bateman asks me if I want a ride home. He's kind of leering at me when he says this, but although he's creepy it's also chilly outside and I really don't want to walk. So I let Mr. Bateman drive me home, and you can tell I'M the one doing HIM a favour since he's practically drooling all over me. As he walks me to the car he's totally checking me out, so I wriggle my arse a bit. He seems to like this a lot and he's twisting his neck trying to look up my skirt. When I get into the front seat I deliberately let my skirt ride up, baring lots of thigh. If he leans slightly forward he can catch a glimpse of my panties, but he's going to find it hard to do so without being obvious. Bet he'd like them if he could see them though. Light blue bikini ones. Way cute. There's a little kitten on the crotch and everything. Mr. Bateman gets into the drivers seat, and he makes this groaning sound when he sits down like older guys always do. He's wearing a pair of beige trousers, which look surprisingly ratty for someone that wealthy. It's like guys loose all their fashion sense when they hit thirty or something. I see his cock is already semi-hard from looking at my ass on the way out. His shirt is nice though. It's crisp and white and you can see it's made of really good fabric. His tie is loosened and I suspect he's been drinking. As he drives me home he's trying to talk to me, prattling on about lame stuff he thinks I'll be interested in. I'm not. He's so out of touch it's not funny, but he doesn't seem to realize. His eyes keep drifting down to my smooth, tanned thighs while I try to answer him without sounding too bored. Slowly, I spread my legs and my skirt climbs even higher. I know he can see my panties stretched tightly over my cunt now, but I act all innocent, look up at him with big blue puppy eyes and pretend I'm clinging to every word he says. He's finding it hard to both drive and talk, when all he wants to do is stare at my crotch. I'm not surprised when he stops the car in a secluded spot over a hundred meters from where I live. It's obvious he's going to hit on me and it's annoying that he doesn't realize how hopeless and boring this is. Yawn. I brush hair from my face really slowly and deliberately, hooking it behind my ear and sighing this small, content sigh. Then I cock my head and smile shyly at him. I'm going for the cuddly bunny look, and you can tell he thinks I'm WAY cute. Time to cut this short and let him get home to fuck his wife. She won't know what hit her tonight. "Um, Mr. Bateman?" "Yes Sarah?" He looks at me with anticipation, and I KNOW he's praying I'm going to ask him to fuck me. Guys like Mr. Bateman always have an inflated ego. Like I'd even think of touching him. Eeewww! "It's just... You haven't paid me yet. You know... For babysitting." The light dies in his eyes and he looks deflated. No cuddly bunny for him. He mumbles something about me being pretty and I'm genuinely surprised he thinks I care about his opinion. Of course, he's too horny to stop there. Instead he reaches for my thigh, and before I know it his huge, sweaty paw is sliding upwards towards my crotch. Mr. Bateman is breathing heavily, kind of like a whale, and I can see his dick is making a tent in those totally uncool trousers of his. "No! Mr. Bateman! What are you doing?" "It's alright Sarah. I just want to cop a feel. You don't mind, do you? It would mean a lot to me." Oh GREAT! I'm SO happy! Wouldn't mean much to me though. It's like he thinks I don't have any standards AT ALL. "But you mustn't. It's not right. I'm too young and you're not supposed to do stuff like that to me." I feel kind of silly saying this with my skirt bunched up, my little blue panties exposed and my legs spread. Especially since he didn't do any of this and it's all down to me wanting to tease him. Still, he's a grown-up and I'm just a poor little schoolgirl, right? He shouldn't even be looking at me like that, the old pervert. It's not my fault I'm hot. Mr. Bateman isn't listening, and when his hand reaches my crotch he strokes my panties and it actually feels kind of nice. I get all tingly and I feel my toes curl in my sneakers. He certainly knows what he's doing, but then he has, like, a hundred years of experience. "Come on, Sarah. Just let me touch you a little bit. You're so sweet and sexy. And that rear of yours... Christ!" I have to agree with this description, but even though he has good hands there's NO WAY he's getting into my knickers. I try to squeeze my thighs shut, but since my legs are so damned skinny it's not really helping and my knees meet without trapping his groping hand properly. He's leaning in, burying his face in my hair and groaning. His fingers keep wriggling and I feel my panties getting slick since he's actually managed to hit the right spots. When he's being pushy like this, Mr. Bateman reminds me of my teacher, Mr. Lambson. He kept nagging me about my grades, and I let him do me so I'd pass maths and science. Up the arse and everything. Of course, then Mr. Lambson fell in love with me and started to act all weird and stuff. That's how I realized how much these dirty old men want little schoolgirls like me. It's, like, totally insane. Don't think my girlfriends know this, but the old farts will do ANYTHING if you just flash your knickers. So anyway, Mr. Lambson wanted to divorce his wife and make me his little schoolgirl lover, which was SO not going to happen. I dumped him, and now he's really miserable even though he should be thankful I let him fuck me at all. But Mr. Lambson was one thing - he actually let me pass his class. This prat, Mr. Bateman, has nothing to offer me, and he's not getting his fingers up my twat this easy. "Stop it, Mr. Bateman! I'll tell your wife. I really will. I'm fourteen for Christ's sake. Now just give me the money and leave me alone," I whine. He snatches his hand back like he's burned it, and you can tell he's scared. That's the really cool thing about not being legal. You can pick and choose between guys, tease them senseless, and then just dump them. Even if I pulled my panties down and begged him to fuck my arse, I could still bat my big blue eyes and feign ignorance in court. These guys are so screwed; it's just not funny. "So where's my money?" I ask, pissed off with the nerve of this old goat. Feeling me up in his car! Does he think this is a fucking date at a drive-in movie? I mean, really! I smooth down my skirt so he won't see my panties have a damp patch, but I can actually smell my own excited little twat. The scent is warm and heavy, and it's what my room smells like after I get myself off in bed at night. It totally annoys me that he might think he's got me all hot and bothered. It's not him at all, actually. I just love this whole teasing thing. No matter how yucky I think the guys are, it still turns me on that they want me this bad. Mr. Bateman sighs and fishes out his wallet which looks like it's going to burst with all the notes in there. Doesn't this prat use a credit card like a normal person? When he opens it I accidently lick my lips, and I see a sly smile creep over his face. He looks even less attractive than before. "You know, Sarah. There's a way you could be making a lot more money. A sweet little girl like you." I suddenly have these fantastic visions of non-stop shopping. I LOVE shopping. I pull myself together and try not to look too eager, since the Mr. Lambson thing taught me it's innocence these old perverts are after. You're not increasing you market value by acting like a seasoned hooker. Instead I pretend I'm not quite sure what he means, and I talk in this totally awesome Lolita voice my friend Katherine taught me, which sounds so horny even I get turned on by it. "Really Mr. Bateman? What could a little girl like me possibly do that's worth paying for? Except babysitting I mean." I bat my eyes, twirl my hair and make sure my mouth is slightly open. My front teeth are kind of big, and it looks really sexy when you can glimpse them between my lips. It's way cool that I wore my pink lipstick today, 'cause it's going to make him want to shove his dick between my lips and cum in my mouth. "Oh, I think you know, Sarah. I think you know very well. But that's why you're so perfect for it. Because you realize you should pretend you don't." Mr. Bateman thinks he's really smart for catching me out like this. "So, you want me to show you my knickers then? Maybe let you touch my twat and stuff? That's what you mean, right?" "Well Sarah, that's a start anyway. But the real reward is in doing more." "Like, touching your, um... thingy?" I can tell he's not buying my innocence act, but it doesn't matter anymore. All the while, I'm having these wonderful ideas for spending all the nice money I'm going to make and I feel a bit dizzy. "Stuff like that, yes," he says. "So, maybe I could take your thing out and, like, wank you off? And you could... you know... cum? On my twat or something? Maybe squirt on my titties or in my face. Is that what you want? I'm sure I could manage that." Hearing this from his fourteen-year-old babysitter gets Mr. Bateman all worked up, and he's trying to get his hand up my top to feel my tits. This is way out of line since we haven't agreed on a price yet, so I push him away. "How about making love, Sarah? I'd really like that, you know. We could just put the seats down and..." "Eeewww! No WAY! You'd cum in my twat and I don't want your gooey sperm inside me. And anyway, I've never done that before and I don't want YOU to be my first." That's a total lie of course, but I suspect he wants me to be a virgin and I really don't feel like having him inside me either. Anyway, I'm scared I might cum if he fucks me and I don't want that. "How about a blow-job then?" "Um... Okay." I realize that, even though I've had my teacher up my arse, I've never actually sucked a cock. Weird. "Can I cum in your mouth?" I KNEW the pink lipstick would work! "Really Mr. Bateman! You want me to suck you and let you squirt your cum in my mouth? I'd have to, like, taste it! That's just gross. How can you even ask me to do that?" I smile and he gets the picture. "Okay. How about if I pay you forty quid? Will you let me cum in your mouth then?" OH MY GOD! Forty quid! I almost pass out at the thought of all that money. I'd have done it for twenty. "Okay. But that doesn't include the babysitting." "Alright Sarah. Better hurry though, or my wife will wonder where I've gone." I lean over and kiss his ugly cheek and his big nose freaks me out when I'm up close to it. It's HUGE. He immediately slips his hand up my top to feel my tits, but the top is too tight so he has to push it up. My tits are tiny, but in his enormous palms it's like they've disappeared altogether, and he seems a bit disappointed. Hey, he shouldn't be getting it on with young girls if he wants big tits, right? What's the chance of someone my age having a D-cup? Not much, I tell you. His hands feel good though, and my nipples harden. Then he stops, and with a content sigh he leans back and spreads his legs, waiting for me to do my job. I gently rub his thigh, trying not to think about how unattractive he is. "Are you sure I can do this, Mr. Bateman? I'm just a little schoolgirl you know. I might be really bad at sex. Maybe I won't manage to make you cum, and you'll have to go home and do your wife instead. You know, since I'm so young and inexperienced and all. Promise you won't laugh at me?" I lean over and unzip his ugly trousers, and the musky smell of his straining cock hits me like a warm flood. I slip my hand into his boxers, which, unbelievably, are dotted with little red stars. His cock feels really warm and gnarly in my hand, and when I pull it free his foreskin slips back and the head is covered in slimy pre-cum. His balls are really hairy and his cock seems big, and when I look at it throbbing in my hand it seems far too grown-up for me to hold. "I'll just stick this in my mouth and have a go then, shall I?" I'm not really expecting him to answer, and when I look up at him with this totally phoney little-girl look on my face, he groans and jabs his cock at my cheek. I open my mouth wide, letting his member in between my lips, and the salty taste of his precum almost makes me gag. He's smart enough not to start fucking my mouth, and he lets me get used to the taste before he begins to move against me. I try to keep my teeth away from his dick, since I've heard some of the girls describe how to do this. Taking a firm grip around the shaft I begin to slurp and suck on his dick while moving my fist, my tongue gliding over the slimy head of his cock. When he starts to moan my name I know I must be doing something right. Then he grabs my hair, and it dawns on me that I'm really vulnerable. There's no way I can control this anymore, since he's moving against me and directing me at the same time. He starts to really fuck my mouth, and I concentrate on breathing and not gagging as he shoves his dick in and out. It's not really fun anymore, and he's feeling my tits, groaning and hissing dirty words at me. It's all "little teenie cock sucker" and "gonna cum in your stupid little schoolgirl face" and although I get that he's, like, really horny, I still think it's uncalled for. Pretty rude, actually. Then his hand leaves my tits, and suddenly it's slipping into my wet panties and his fingers find my clit. It's like something inside me just melts, and when he rubs me I manage to focus on the amazing feeling he's giving me instead of the rough way he's fucking my mouth. It doesn't take long before it feels like I'm exploding, and my pussy gushes sticky goo all over the panty gusset and his fingers as I cum. My thighs clamp together and I'm shaking uncontrollably. I want to take his cock out of my mouth and just float on this wave of pleasure, but he's holding me by the hair and fucking into my mouth really fast. The sucking, slapping sound from my straining mouth sounds obscene, and I moan but it comes out like a muffled little squeak. Through my own orgasm I feel his drooling cock jerk in my mouth, and then it's spurting all this thick gooey cum and filling my mouth. I feel like it's coming out of my nose, but I can't stop cumming as he pumps his sperm, and he's holding me down, forcing me to take his load. Finally I manage to swallow in great gulps, and his goo slides down my throat but I don't really taste it since I'm still cumming. When he releases me I pull away, coughing and gasping, while the last of his cum hits me in the face. Afterward I just lie in his lap, crying softly. My cheek is resting on his sticky, shrinking cock. It's kind of disgusting, but he's stroking my hair softly and I don't have the energy to move. I spasm weakly, the after-effects of my orgasm still giving me shivers. He's whispering soothing things to me, telling me how great I was and how much pleasure I've given him. This kind of helps. I sit up and look in the rear-view mirror and it's not a pretty sight. My pink lipstick is smeared and there's a streak of cum across my cheek. My blonde hair is sticky and matted on the side, and I distinctly remember feeling his cock quiver and ooze as I rested in his lap. This freaks me out since I love my hair, and it's totally disgusting that I have this guy's cum in it. Then I think about how wet my panties are and how he made me cum, and I start to cry again since it totally grosses me out that he could do that. I'm supposed to make these guys cum for me, not the other way around. Although I still think Mr. Bateman is totally uncool and yucky, there's something about him and I start to get how he landed Mrs. Bateman. Mr. Bateman finds some tissues in the glove compartment and he gently wipes away the cum and lipstick from my face. Then he gives me a sixty quid, telling me I've deserved something extra, and I feel SO much better. I'm about to leave when Mr. Bateman stops me. He says he has a proposition for me. I sigh 'cause I think I know what's coming, but the feeling of the bank notes in my palm is exquisite and I decide I can listen to what he has to say. "You know Sarah, I have some friends who'd very much like to meet someone like you. Someone who's as pretty, charming and smart as you are. I really think you'd be perfect, and you'd make a lot of money too." I really like the sound of this, even though he's laying it on thick. The stuff he did to me didn't feel all that great, but it wasn't that bad either and he paid me really well. I definitely need the money. There's this cell phone I want, a snowboard, some clothes and other stuff. I'm thinking maybe I'll do it for a little while, then quit. "So I'll do these friends of yours, and they'll pay me? Are they, like, rich? I want to get paid A LOT you know." Mr. Bateman smiles his creepy smile and nods. "Oh, I think you'll find these men have the means to be very generous." It takes a second before I get what he means by this, but when I do, I smile. "You'll have to loose that virginity of yours though, so you'd better find some nice boy to give it up to." Since I gave it up to this boy in school a few months ago that's really not an issue, but I want him to think I'd do this for the job so I don't tell him. "That won't be a problem, Mr. Bateman." "Thought not." "What's in it for you, Mr. Bateman? I mean, I get paid and these friends of yours get to fuck me, but what about you? I hope you don't think I'm going to let you do me for free or anything." "I'm a business man, Sarah. And being able to facilitate such an exchange will greatly enhance my stature in the business community. Girls like you are a valuable asset in my circles." Okay, so now I REALLY don't understand what he's talking about, but that doesn't matter as long as I've cleared up the freebie thing. When I leave he gives me his cell phone and tells me he'll set things up. The wanker took the phone card out first, but the phone itself is really nice. Has a camera and everything. Way cool. When I get home I forget to wash his cum out of my hair, and it's all gross and tangly the next morning. Chapter 2 Once Mr. Bateman calls and tells me he's made the first appointment for me, I begin to have second thoughts. I don't really know what these guys are like. Maybe they're total perverts with dungeons in the basement where they tie up girls and whip them and stuff. You hear a lot of awful things on the TV, not to mention the papers. Mr. Bateman tries to put me at ease, telling me how beautiful and charming I am and how much they'll like me. He assures me these guys are not after anything but sweet young girls, and that all I have to do is be myself. He says they might want me to dress up like a Girl Guide or wear my school uniform and stuff like that though. It's amazing how boring fantasies these older guys have. Yawn. I don't really mind though. If it's that simple to please them, it's almost too easy. Don't see why girls don't do stuff like that all the time if it makes guys so happy. It's not, like, hard to do. Anyway, Mr. Bateman has thought up this message system that makes me feel safe, and it's a BIG relief that he's looking out for me like this. So Mr. Bateman says he's set me up with this client, and he's called Mr. Mutzel which makes me giggle since I'm a bit nervous and the name just seems funny. Mr. Bateman says he's picked an easy first job, and this Mutzel guy doesn't want anything fancy. All he wants is for me to look 'girly' and wear a dress. What older guys mean by 'girly' is a bit fuzzy to me, but I guess I look kind of girly all the time since that's basically what I am. I decide I need to do some research first, so I rent 'Pretty Woman' and watch it three times in a row while eating too much popcorn. This doesn't really teach me anything since Julia Roberts looks like a total SLUT in this film and I don't think men who pay for fourteen-year-old girls want that. Even the film's ending is unhelpful since Julia Roberts is kind of old and probably wants to get married as quickly as possible and I don't want that at all. I decide I should probably go on the pill. ********************* It's Thursday, and time to get ready for my appointment. I wriggle into a new pair of white Hello Kitty panties, and they're tight but comfortable. I like these 'cause they're fairly low-cut and a bit show- offy. I love the large Hello Kitty above my left thigh since the whiskers look like they might tickle my muff. Trust me, it's cute. My bra is kind of plain, but at least it's new and looks all white and pure which is what these guys are after. Pure fourteen-year-old schoolgirl. I've been thinking a lot about what dress to wear since I want to make a good impression on my first job. I choose a simple powder-blue summer dress with little embroidered flowers on. I haven't worn it since I was a kid, but I'm skinny enough to still pull it off even though it's a bit short. I look totally leggy, and I think Mr. Mutzel will love it. I haven't been asked to do anything special with my hair so I just use a blue velvet hair band. No make-up, 'cause I'm just not in the mood. Then I slip on a pair of nice new sandals and I'm ready to go. I have to sneak out of the house since my little sister Sophie is home and she's a total pain and wants to hang out with me all the time. If she saw me in this dress I'd have some explaining to do. When I take the bus I realize the dress is too short and that everyone can totally look up my skirt. This really sucks since I'm nervous enough already. When I sit down these two boys nudge each other and nod at my crotch, sticking their heads together and grinning. It's not like I want to give these losers a free show, so I cross my legs and glare at them. The dress is so short that I still feel exposed and I'm showing way too much thigh. Thankfully the boys get off on the next stop and there's just me and this thirty-something guy sitting opposite me. This guy isn't bad looking, but he's kind of gawking at me while pretending not to and I can see his dick is getting hard from watching me. My legs are getting cramped and I figure it doesn't really matter if I treat him to a peek or two. Might be fun. I uncross my legs and spread them a bit while I pretend to be distracted and studying my nails so he can get a good look. It's kind of reassuring that he's this interested, since I'm nervous and giddy about meeting my first client. He's staring at my panties and his hand is in his pocket, moving discreetly. I look at him and smile, and when he tears his gaze away from my knickers and sees this, he jumps guiltily. I'm having fun with this so I wink at him and his scared look turns to a bashful smile which looks kind of cute. His hand is working in his pocket as his eyes drift from my face to my crotch and back again. I'm thinking this is a good tune-up before my job since I feel sexy and the attention is getting me wet. I spread my legs so that my dress slips up and my tight white panties are, like, totally on display. The pervert is breathing hard and he's not really trying to hide that he's wanking anymore. I slip my hand down the front of my panties and touch myself, and I'm surprise I'm this wet. I shudder slightly and moan when I brush my clit, and I try to look into the man's eyes but they're glued to my crotch. Then he does the most unbelievably rude thing. He quickly unzips and takes his dick out and he's wanking furiously, staring at me. Even though I don't mind him getting off by looking up my skirt, this does NOT mean that I want to see HIS disgusting thing and it pisses me off that he does this. Just as I'm about to tell him off, the prat cums, shooting gobs of sperm across the bus floor, some of it landing between my feet. When I look down I see some of his cum on my sandals, and even on my toes. Totally gross! "Eeewww! I can't believe you did that, you disgusting pervert," I hiss and I want to shout at him but it's my stop and I have to get off now. I almost slip on his yucky goo on the floor, and when I move past him he grabs my arse, whispering "Nice show little kitten. Thanks," and then I'm off the bus, standing on the pavement, flustered. I'm a bit early so I find a sweet shop to get some strawberry bubblegum to calm me down. While I'm there I grab some tissues, wiping the prat's cum off my toes and my nice new sandals. Can't believe some of these older guys. It's like they have no manners AT ALL. I find the address where I'm supposed to meet my client and there's a brass sign outside saying 'Mutzel Music Academy'. When I open the door I almost collide with this pretty young girl carrying a violin case. I apologize, but she just looks me up and down, raising an eyebrow at the sight of my tiny dress, muttering 'Ummm... Sure. Whatever.' Totally embarrassing. In the future I should probably change at the client's. It's on the first floor, and when I ring the bell a vaguely handsome man in his fifties opens. He's wearing a dark suite and an unfashionable tie, but he looks kind of sweet and not scary at all. "Hi Mr. Mutzel. I'm Sarah. We have an appointment?" He's just standing there, staring at me, and this unnerves me and I don't quite know what to do. Then he croaks "Oh my God. You're Sarah? Bateman wasn't exaggerating after all," and I'm pretty sure I've made a good first impression. He seems transfixed and it's totally cool that I have this effect on him. I smile sweetly and lift the hem of my little blue dress, showing him my panties while I blow a pink bubblegum bubble which I snap with my tongue. "So, do you like me then?" I giggle nervously, and the old perv looks awestruck. Then there's someone coming up the stairs so he pulls me inside, shutting the door behind us. Mr. Mutzel shows me around and tries to talk to me, and since he's around girls my age a lot he's not totally hopeless at it. He seems really nervous and this calms me, my giddiness more or less disappearing. I've been thinking so much about how to do this job right that it never occurred to me that my clients might be nervous too. Half his apartment is set aside for this music academy thing he has going, and there's this really nice and bright room filled with instruments. There's a grand piano and lots of violins - some of them huge and probably not called violins even though they look similar only bigger. There's even a drum kit which I'm dying to try. WAY cool. I skip around and giggle a lot, chewing bubblegum, acting coy and flirty. I didn't behave this silly even when I was ten, but it seems Mr. Mutzel really likes it since he's smiling all the time and sighs contently every time I say something. I'm starting to believe I could be good at this sort of work. It's really easy for me to be what these guys want. Mr. Mutzel gently takes hold of my shoulders, pulls me tight and kisses me. I suppose I should let him do this, but it's, like, REALLY hard to kiss well with bubblegum in your mouth. When I pull away he seems confused and disappointed so I squeeze his dick lightly and then acting embarrassed and shy with what I've done. Even though the shyness is an act, he doesn't know this and he smiles paternally at me. He seems to like looking at me, so I walk slowly around the room pretending to study the instruments, swaying my hips and stretching, really showing off my body. When I look over my shoulder he's is staring greedily at my bum and there's NO WAY he would get away with this if he wasn't paying me. I would SO tell him off. He's not offering to let my try the drums, but I want to so badly I do it anyway. I bash away at them pretending I'm in this really cool band and it's SO much fun I can't help grinning. Then I see Mr. Mutzel is holding his ears and wincing so I stop even though I don't want to. Mr. Mutzel wants to pretend I'm taking piano lessons while he gropes me, and I'm guessing he must be, like, totally frustrated from tutoring all these pretty little schoolgirls. Must be horrible being a music teacher if you've got at thing for young girls. They're here all the time and yet they probably think you're a total bore and would laugh if you hit on them. God, I'm glad I'm not a sorry old pervert like Mr. Mutzel! I'm starting to think this job of mine is, like, a work of compassion or something. Only REALLY well paid. Anyway, he sits me down at the grand piano, and it's so shiny I can see my reflection in it clearly. Then he starts instructing me on how to hold my hands and tries to teach me to play this simple little tune. Although it seems easy when he does it, I've never had piano lessons before and when I try it comes out all wrong. It's, like, REALLY hard, and after fifteen minutes of this I'm bored and totally HATING it. In the end Mr. Mutzel mutters "I don't think piano is your instrument Sarah," and I couldn't agree more. "You look so beautiful sitting there though," he sighs. "Just keep practicing a bit while I, umm... you know..." "While you feel me up? Sure Mr. Mutzel. What a good idea," I go. This sounds so chirpy and silly that I'm surprised he doesn't laugh. So I'm plinking away at the piano while Mr. Mutzel starts kissing my neck and sniffing my hair. Then he licks my neck and nibbles on my ear a bit, and it's actually quite nice. Sort of tender. I can't help sighing, and when he wants to kiss me again I stick my bubblegum under the music stool and let him do it even though it's kind of gross since he's so old. Christ, I'm glad my friends can't see me now! He opens the zipper on my dress and slides it off my shoulders, letting it bunch around my waist. Then he's kissing my shoulders, and this tickles a bit so I giggle. He hasn't even touched my tits yet, but I guess he's still too nervous about having a girl like me to play with. Then he tells me to stand up and the dress slips off into a soft heap around my feet. I kick off my sandals and flex my toes a bit checking for any sperm left over from the bus incident, but I seem okay. I turn to face him and he gawks at me with this almost desperate look on his face. He reaches between my legs and traces a finger along my crack, but he does this lightly so although I purr for his benefit, I don't really notice it much. Then he sits me down again and makes me practice the stupid piano some more while he fondles my tits through my bra. He doesn't seem to mind that they're tiny, and I like that he isn't disappointed like Mr. Bateman was. It feels really weird to be sitting here like this in just my undies, but Mr. Mutzel is really into me and he says such nice things about me that I relax. When I look down at Hello Kitty she's is gazing up at me with her black dot eyes, and I notice my knickers are getting kind of sticky and very wet. Even though Mr. Mutzel is a gawking old pervert I like that he's so attentive and I'm not really nervous about this job anymore. Mr. Mutzel undresses while watching me, and when I notice this it startles me even though I should have seen it coming. It's not like I expected to be spared the sight. When I glace over I see his dick is hard and looks okay. Not too big, not too small. This is a relief since I'm really tight and I've been dreading a huge cock. His body isn't bad either, at least not for a guy in his fifties. Although he's far too old to be attractive, I suppose I could have done worse. Then he's standing behind me, naked, stroking my back, especially my shoulder blades for some reason, whispering: "You have such smooth skin." He's holding his dick, gently rubbing it up and down my back, and although it's not uncomfortable or anything it's weird and leaves yucky precum smears and I don't like it much. I've stopped with the piano now, since it's just not fun and Mr. Mutzel doesn't seem to care anymore. I stick my hand into my knickers and slip a finger up my slick, dripping twat and it feels really good. Then I offer it to him, whispering "I'm s-o-o-o wet Mr. Mutzel," and he groans and sucks on it hard. I'm thinking it might be cool to shock him a bit, so I decide to tell him about how me and Hannah made out once, back when we were thirteen. "Do you like the taste of my twat Mr. Mutzel? Hannah says I taste really good, but she thinks it's kind of gross that I get so wet." I smile innocently at him, gauging his reaction, and he's DEFINITELY paying attention. "Really?" he mutters, and his cock jerks and gets even harder than before. "Oh yes, Mr. Mutzel. We did this total lezzy thing about a year ago. Want to hear about it?" "Um... Yes, I'd like that very much Sarah," he croaks. "Well, we were at Hannah's place, in her room, which is really great by the way. It's huge and she has her own Playstation and there's this arched window which really lets the sun in. Anyway, we were just back from school, still in our school uniforms and everything. Hannah was helping me with my maths homework. I really suck at maths you see. Totally hopeless. So, we were on the bed and we were bored and started to fool around, and then we started kissing, you know... just for fun. God, this sounds like some stupid schoolgirl porno film," I giggle. "Go on," Mr. Mutzel gulps. "Well, we started kissing and then we just didn't stop. You know, it's like those things where you're just waiting for the other person to stop, but they don't and you don't either and then you just keep going. And it was strange but also really cool 'cause we'd been talking about kissing boys and we were, like, showing each other how we did it and trying to be the best kisser and stuff." "You're a very good kisser, Sarah." "I really am, aren't I. Thanks, though Mr. Mutzel," I beam. "Anyway, Hannah sort of unbuttoned my blouse so I sort of unbuttoned hers and she had this really nice bra which was kind of frilly and her tits are a bit larger than mine and very firm and when I took off her bra her nipples were REALLY hard. And while I was kissing her and stroking her tits I noticed how she had her hand down her school knickers and she was rubbing herself, totally getting off on this. When I touched myself I couldn't believe how wet I was and then our hands sort of switched places and my hand was in her knickers and hers was in mine and it was so-o-o good. Totally horny. I'll never forget having my finger up Hannah's tight, juicy snatch. Or the smell of two horny girls going at it. I remember that smell kind of like a fog really. It was really sweet and heavy and it was all around us." "I bet," Mr. Mutzel says sniffing the air. "And then we were sort of naked although I'm not sure how THAT happened. So I started licking Hannah, you know... her twat, and she moaned really loud and thrashed about and I was scared her mum would hear us. Her cunt was really warm and soft and sweet, and I even licked her back hole which is a bit embarrassing to think about now. Kind of wriggled my tongue up her arse really. Her twat wasn't half as wet and gooey as mine, but she was mewling and squealing all the time. Hannah's kind of a loud fuck. But when she came it was really quiet, just this lo-o-o-ng breath really, although she almost crushed my head with her thighs. And then she did the same for me and I was, like, totally turned on and wet and I came and gushed all over her face which kind of grossed her out." "Oh God," Mr. Mutzel mutters. "I KNOW! It IS totally gross, right? We've never talked about it since though. None of my friends know about it. You won't tell, will you?" "No. No, of course not Sarah." "You look a bit excited Mr. Mutzel. You're not going to cum, are you?" "Um... No Sarah, but I'd really like to... well... to make love to you now." Can't believe he says 'make love'. That's really lame. Make LOVE? As IF. "So, how do you want me," I ask since I'm not really clear on this. I suppose we should have discussed this before I came. Mr. Mutzel doesn't really answer so I grab his bobbing dick and wank it a bit. It feels kind of hot and pulsing, and a trickle of clear precum dribbles onto my knuckles. He's not showing much initiative here and time is ticking, so I try a suggestion: "Maybe I could, you know... like, suck on it a bit? I'm not very good at it, but it might be kind of fun anyway. Is it okay if I do that?" "Oh yes please, Sarah. Yes please," he moans, and his cock jerks in my fist. So I open my mouth and let him in, and as he enters there's a string of goo hanging from the tip which smears my lips and chin. Yuck! Then I start to suck his cock and twirl my tongue around the head while moving my fist on his shaft, and his thing doesn't taste as slimy as Mr. Bateman's did. It's actually not so bad. Maybe I'm just more used to it now. Anyway, he's moving carefully against me, fucking my mouth gently while stroking my hair, muttering: "So silky and smooth. Lovely. Just lovely," and I'm thinking this isn't a bad way to make loads and loads of money. Although he's still a pervert, he IS a gentle one and I'm glad Mr. Bateman set me up with someone like this for my first job. He's groaning my name and probably getting close, but I'm getting kind of bored with sucking and my jaw is starting to ache so I pop his cock out of my mouth. When I smack my lips and lick the shiny precum off my lower lip he groans hoarsely and grabs his dick. Then Mr. Mutzel kind of wanks off in my hair which is something I've NEVER heard anyone do before, and it's, like, a totally weird thing to do. He wraps my hair around his cock and rubs my hair against his balls too which I'd have thought would just tickle too much. I really don't appreciate this since it'll get my hair all yucky if he cums, so I gently push him away. "Not in my hair, Mr. Mutzel. It'll get all gross and gooey if you cum. Why don't you stick it in my twat and fuck me instead?" He agrees that this is a brilliant idea, so he takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. He has a double bed even though I think he's single and I don't think he gets much action either. Maybe I'm wrong. What do I know? So I flop onto the bed and I'm on my tummy since my bum is my best feature and I want to show it off. Mr. Mutzel kisses my back and licks the bumps of my spine which no-one has ever done before, and it feels really weird but nice too. Then he kisses and rubs my bum, licking small beads of sweat from the tiny crease where my thighs stop and my arse begins and I'm surprised how sensitive I am there. I spread my legs a bit more and I feel my twat tingle in my knickers when I do this. Then Mr. Mutzel flips me over and he's kissing my tummy. I peek at the clock above the door, and I'm not going to catch the bus I was planning. I slip a hand down my panties and start rubbing myself, moaning and bucking while he keeps licking my belly. I'm really horny so I wriggle out of my Hello Kitty panties and spread my legs for him. "Please Mr. Mutzel. Just put it inside me. I can't wait to feel your cock in my twat. You need to be careful though, 'cause I'm really tight and your thing is so-o-o big and hard." It's not THAT big, but I'm not stupid and I know what he wants to hear. Anyway, he scurries into position and rubs his cock between my cunt lips. Then he pushes carefully into me, gasping at how tight I am. I'm really wet so he gets all the way inside me, and then he groans and kind of collapses on top of me. "Oh my God! Did you cum? Did you cum, Mr. Mutzel?" I whine, 'cause even though I'm on the pill I haven't been for long and I vaguely recall that there was some time before I'd be safe. "Oh shit, oh shit," I moan, and I'm scrambling to get away from him but he's holding me tight, crushing me with his weight. "Hey, hey. Relax Sarah," Mr. Mutzel says. "I didn't cum yet. Take it easy for Christ's sake. Your not even on the pill? Jesus!" It's such a relief that he didn't cum in me that I go completely limp. Then Mr. Mutzel starts fucking me. "Good, so just pull out when you're ready, okay?" I mutter, and I feel stupid and totally unprofessional. I'd like to make up for this by being a really good fuck, but I've hardly begun to move against him before he starts to groan and twitch, and then he pulls out. It's really frustrating 'cause I'm horny and I wanted this to last more than, like, five seconds. "It's too much, Sarah. You're so beautiful and so tight and I can't... I'll just cum if I fuck you any more." He looks about to cum all over the place, but I'm so horny I can't help touching myself instead of helping him out. I'm fucking my twat with two fingers while rubbing my clit and I don't even care that he's looking at me when I cum and gush all over his bedspread, grunting and thrashing. It's a really good cum, and I shiver and rub myself gently until I'm too sensitive and have to stop. Mr. Mutzel is staring at me with his cock throbbing in his fist, but I'm drained from my cum and I really don't want to do anything about that cock which is shiny and wet and dribbling. Then I remind myself that he's actually paying me for this so I get my act together. I grab my panties and wrap the warm fabric around his cock and go: "Sorry Mr. Mutzel. I got a bit carried away, but it's your turn now. Why don't you cum in my panties. It'll be a bit gooey, but I won't mind. Really." He groans and after, like, a second of wanking he cums all over my knickers. His sperm goes up my arm, all over my jerking fist, but more than anything it drenches poor old Hello Kitty in sticky goo. Yuck! I grab his cock hard and milk the last drops into the gusset of my panties, and then he just collapses on the bed with a grin on his face. Wow! I just made lots and lots of money. Amazing! Afterwards Mr. Mutzel tells me he's really pleased with my performance, and while I wipe semen off my hands and arms he offers me free piano lessons. All I have to do is show him my knickers and let him wank off on me after the lesson. This doesn't sound so bad, but I'm not really interested in learning how to play the piano. I ask for drum lessons instead, but he doesn't do those which sucks 'cause it would have been SO cool to tell my friends I could play drums. While I dress I realize I shouldn't let guys cum in my knickers unless I have an extra pair. These are so drenched that when I wriggle into them it feels all squishy and yucky. I hold them out while Mr. Mutzel attempts to wipe both me and my panties clean with a towel, but there's cum smeared all over my twat, my arse and poor little Hello Kitty so he doesn't really succeed. He pays me the hundred and fifty quid we agreed on, and I can't help jumping up and down a bit when he gives me all this money. Then he calls me a taxi since he doesn't think it's a good idea to take the bus with my knickers drenched like this. The seat would probably get wet and I smell pretty cummy so it's a good idea. He even pays for it. On the way home I'm kind of pleased with this days work. I made him cum and it was really easy too. I was expecting some kind of emotional reaction afterwards, but although I search for it my mind feels blank and I can't find it. I understand I'm supposed to be demeaned by what's happened today, but the logic seems fuzzy and I don't really get it. Here's this older guy who realizes I'm so totally out of his league that he pays money just to be with me. He knows I wouldn't even talk to him unless he did this, and although we have sex it's not like he thinks I love him or anything. Personally I think this demeans HIM, but I know I'm supposed to be, like, totally oppressed and exploited so I try to cry but it sounds fake and I feel like I'm acting. All I'm thinking is: 'It can't really be THIS easy?' and I can't stop smiling. TO BE CONTINUED ----------------------------------------------------------------------- YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE - Chapters 1 and 2 (Mf ff) Written by Ossified Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail dot com ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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