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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.

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YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE - Chapters 1 and 2 (Mf ff)

Written by Ossified

Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail dot com


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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.
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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.


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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

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