8 comments/ 76031 views/ 30 favorites The Flower Girl Ch. 01 By: Rob_mDear For Elenia, who graciously helped me to vastly improve my very first stories, and inspired this one. * * * His cock pushed into her again, and it hurt again. Her ass resisted, only spreading for his cock because he forced it into her. His cock head popped in and past the rim of her anus, then his full length plunged into her, violating her brutally. Yuuka unsuccessfully fought back a cry. She didn't want to let him know he was hurting her. She didn't want him to feel her pain, too. He had had enough of his own. Tiny tears welled around the base of her eyes. He held himself deeply inside her for a while. The warm flesh of his hips pressed her soft ass cheeks into her pelvic bones. His breath panted on her neck, where his teeth pressed indelicately into her skin. Her own hands were splayed against the glass door in front of her, steadying her, as his hands marauded over her body where ever they pleased. His hands moved as if he owned her, as if he had paid for her and she had no will, no right of refusal. His cock slipped out of her again. If he would leave it partially in her, if she could relax around it, it wouldn't hurt as much, and the pain would ease, but as before he pulled it completely free. The careworn gentleman hesitated a moment, then she felt him press his cock head against her sore anus one more time. He held it there, pressed against her, ready to spike her. Then he seemed to reconsider. Her ass cheeks were still wetly slippery, where he'd first emptied his cum on her after so sweetly fucking her slit. He rubbed his cock over some of his own cum, then guided it easily inside her own revealingly still slippery cunt. The feeling of his penetration there was heavenly, after the torture of feeling him rape her virgin asshole. He thrust all the way into her then, once, twice, three times, quickly. Yuuka let out a squeal of delight, feeling a smile force it's way onto her lips as his cock forced her to instantly feel like a woman filled, and fulfilled. She opened her eyes to look at their ghostly reflections in the glass case, in the pane in front of the rows of brightly colored flowers. Right before and below them was an arrangement of anemones and daffodils and delphiniums, glowing in purples and yellows and pinks under the brilliant florescent lights. Her mother had created that arrangement just that afternoon. Above it the reflections of their faces floated side by side, almost colorless, like lost souls, his stern and angry, beside and behind hers, which was small and soft and frightened. Only the bright blue of his eyes gave any color to their images. His face was harsh and serious and unforgiving. He was clearly the master here. She was like a child; his servant, his plaything. Still, she tried to smile for him, through her tears, and the pain. She looked into the dim reflection of his eyes in the glass and she smiled weakly for him. Then his cock head was pressed against her anus again. He didn't wait. He didn't give her a chance to prepare. He simply plunged into her again, forcing his thick, hungry cock inside her now tender ass. Freshly covered with cum, his and hers, it slipped in more easily this time. There was still pain, but less pain. What pain was there felt different. It belonged there. Yuuka liked it. * * * It had been the first day of spring when her gentleman, her favorite customer, had strolled into the shop again. He was a little less somber this time, Yuuka noticed. He'd grown less and less empty with every passing week, as winter faded, the days lengthened and the weather warmed. She didn't know who the woman was, the woman for whom he always bought a single flowering bud, a different type of flower every single time. She must be special, Yuuka thought, both to engender such attention, and to be bringing about such a pleasant metamorphosis in this deeply shadowed man. "Hss. Yuuka. He's here," her mother hissed at her. Yuuka didn't need to be told. She'd been waiting for him all day. They both loved it when he came by. They tittered like school girls about him after he left, even her mother, especially her mother, as if he were a sexy, favorite teacher. Yuuka loved his sharp, blue eyes. Her mother loved his strong arms and hands, and the salt and pepper color of his close cropped, graying hair. It was mostly salt, with just a touch of pepper, Yuuka thought. Yuuka liked the way it always seemed as if he'd only shaved the day before, leaving a short, but neat layer of graying scruff across his entire jaw. She liked the crows feet at the corners of his eyes, and the angular cut to his cheeks and his jaw. Her mother, to Yuuka's enduring surprise and embarrassment, shamelessly, smilingly said she liked his ass. Yuuka liked it, too. She loved a good ass on a guy, even if she would never, ever admit it to anyone. Yuuka abandoned her task of cleaning fallen petals from the bottom of the refrigerated glass display case, to instead retrieve the single blossom she and her mother had already selected for him today. Her mother moved over to the counter to greet him with a beaming smile. Yuuka watched as her mother nodded a terse, perfunctory bow of greeting to him, and he returned the gesture. It was a game they'd all started playing, many months ago. * * * They hadn't seen him that late fall day, or early winter day, when his wife had finally passed away. The wind had whipped the leaves around the streets like drunken dancers, while the clouds threatened a heavy layer of snow to stop their antics. They didn't see him for many weeks after. The orders for the funeral flowers were all phoned in, to be picked up by the funeral home. Yuuka feared that she'd never see the man again, although that seemed selfish. He was just the sad, handsome, sexy gentleman that had been visiting the shop for over a year, always buying flowers for his ailing wife. She had been dying the whole time. They never asked what she suffered from. They just gave him his flowers, and chatted with him, and tried on occasion to make him smile, although they never could. They enjoyed his company, even if he could not enjoy theirs. * * * It was the heart of winter when he first returned to the shop. Weeks had passed since they'd seen him last, and since his wife had passed away. Yuuka was thrilled to see him, and more than a little nervous about talking to him. "I need a special flower, for a special girl," he had announced, in that deep, oddly musical voice. Yuuka and her mother had argued forever about his accent. It sounded british, but not english. They never agreed, but Yuuka insisted it was scottish. His voice was deep, and gravelly, with just a touch of that accent to make him sound like a retired british secret agent. Yuuka blinked at him in silence, as she often did. He had always made her nervous. His sudden appearance after a long absence had multiplied that. "Do you have any suggestions?" he asked. Yuuka looked around, wishing her mother were there to help her. Her mother would pick something quickly. Being unable to think, Yuuka wandered randomly to a case, where she spied a single small orchid amidst an expensive arrangement. Her mother would kill her for ruining it, but she took it anyway. "This," she said. "is called a Lady Slipper Orchid. It has an unusual shape, like a tiny slipper, see? The combination of colors, the bright yellow and red, are very rare, too. We don't get many. It's very hard to cultivate." Yuuka had more to say, but she could feel herself beginning to babble, so she cut herself off with a silent reprimand for acting silly. As Yuuka handed him the flower, their hands touched. Yuuka let her finger brush against his, ever so slightly, enjoying the subtle contact. She didn't know if he noticed, but he seemed to encourage it, to let her linger longer than she should. "It's perfect, child," he told her. Then, for the very first time, he smiled at her. It was a thin, tentative, fleeting smile, but a smile none the less. Yuuka felt a tiny touch of sadness that he was buying a flower for another girl, or perhaps more accurately a woman. He had already found love elsewhere, it seemed, without ever really even noticing sweet little Yuuka, at least not as a woman. But she had made him smile, and felt the warmth of his touch. * * * Yuuka sipped her water, and nibbled at her sandwich, as she read about Scotland. It seemed to be a fascinating, romantic country. She'd never thought about it much before she'd met Mr. Gairden. Now he was all she thought about, even if she could never have him. She could read about Scotland, though, in a travel guide she'd picked up at the book store. "I like to read at meals, too," his voice said out of nowhere. Yuuka looked up and back, to see him standing behind her. She hurriedly closed the book and pushed it into her purse, at first embarrassed that he might see what she was reading, and then embarrassed that she'd so so obviously tried to hide it from him. She gave him a weak, contrived smile. "Hi," was all she could say. "Hi," he said, mocking her. It should have embarrassed her further, but instead she smiled more genuinely. He always made her smile, even when he didn't try. "May I join you?" he asked, putting his hand on her shoulder. Yuuka smiled wider, nodding too eagerly. Her attention was focused on his touch, the warmth of it, and the breadth of his hand. Yuuka reached up to touch it gently with her fingertips. When she did, he started to pull it away. She grabbed it more tightly, almost pulling it back onto her shoulder, brazenly letting him know that she wanted it there. "Will you be coming to buy a flower today?" she asked. "I was just there, but I put it off, because you weren't there to sell it to me," he said as he sat down, his hand still in hers. Yuuka concentrated on the feel of her hand in his. He probably thinks its a harmless touch, Yuuka thought. She was far too young to be his lover. But in Yuuka's mind, the contact was sensual and fulfilling, if meager and far less than she hoped for. "Was my mother disappointed?" Yuuka asked. Her mother would be fiercely jealous if she thought that Mr. Gairden liked Yuuka better. He raised his eyebrows inquisitively. "Why would she be disappointed? I told her I'd be back. She told me you were here. May I join you for lunch?" Yuuka smiled brightly again, and Mr. Gairden gave her an almost undetectable smile in return, but she could tell it was there, and it was for her. * * * Yuuka handed him the Naked Sun-orchid. It was a very rare orchid, and frighteningly expensive. They'd had to order it specially for him. Yuuka had been very excited when it had finally arrived. As usual, her favorite part of the day was wonderful. It was that one, brief moment when she handed the flower to him, and she let her hand brush his during the exchange, and he held hers for a moment in return. The contact had grown less and less discreet every time they'd repeated their mercantile dance. She put the flower in his hand, almost putting her hand in his, and he held them both, delicate flower and delicate, love struck girl's hand. Each of them let the touch linger for as long as they could, moving their hands and fingers in subtle ways to change the touch into a thinly veiled caress. Lately, they'd begun to touch her in other ways, too. They walked closely together to get his flower. His hand might rest on her shoulder as she took it out for him, or he would bend over to look at it in the case first, and she would hover with her head right beside his, their cheeks just brushing, as Yuuka imagined what it would be like to suddenly kiss him. Afterward, Yuuka moved to the front of the store, as he moved to the register to pay her mother for the flower. From there, Yuuka could look at his body, and his ass and broad shoulders, from behind. She felt herself getting wet again, just as she always did. It embarrassed her, although she was the only one that knew it happened. Yuuka hadn't had many boys, and what encounters she had had were short lived, frantic and un-fulfilling. Her mother kept her on such a short leash. She was barely allowed to date, and never to stay out late. She struggled to be alone with the boys for long enough to do, or learn to do, anything. She tried, but almost always failed. She'd lost her virginity, at least, but it hadn't been much fun. She'd tried a few more times with a few boys, with little better result. She loved sex. She thought about it constantly, if guiltily. She just couldn't do much about it, and the boys she knew weren't any better at it than she was. Mr. Gairden could do it right, she was sure, as she looked him over again. Mr. Gairden could do anything he wanted with her, if he ever tried. If he wanted to. If he didn't have another woman to buy flowers for. * * * It was almost dark. The spring sky held just a hint of light in it, as the sun wandered away to bring warmth and joy to the other side of the world. The city street outside was cast in a shadowless black and white and bluish gray as the sun slowly faded away. In the shop the florescent lights shone brightly, bringing all of the various brilliant displays of color into sharp relief. The flowers seemed to pop and glow about Yuuka. She loved this time of the day, at this time of year. Every Tuesday her mother left her alone in the shop, while she went to play mahjong with her gaggle of old japanese hens. Of course they played the traditional Chinese game by the Japanese riichi and dora rules. Yuuka was left alone amidst the forest of flowers, to tend to occasional customers, to clean up and to close the shop. Customers at this time of day were thankfully rare. Yuuka could be alone, quiet and happy. Mr. Gairden had been by almost every day the previous week, but not yesterday, and not today. Yuuka missed him. Behind her, the bell attached to the door jingled, announcing one of those rare customers. Yukka grimaced at first. She was very close to locking up. She resented the intrusion on her privacy even more than usual. She was startled, and unable to hold back a revealing smile, when she heard the deep, smooth vibrations of his voice. "What do you have for me today, child?" "We're closed," Yuuka replied without turning. He couldn't see the smile widening on her face. "The sign says 'open', child." "The sign is wrong. We're closed." Yuuka couldn't contain herself further. She turned to walk behind the counter, letting him see her soft smile. As usual, he didn't return it for her. She'd so rarely seen him smile. It was something she still hoped for every day, almost more than his touch. "What can I get you, today?" she asked sweetly. He held her gaze for a long while, almost until Yuuka felt uncomfortable. Eventually, he looked about the store, nonchalantly, as if he were ready to pick out any old thing. "I've come for a flower." "We have those," Yuuka answered. She couldn't continue skillfully playing the game of teasing banter, though. She dropped her eyes to the table in embarrassment. "This is a special flower," he said. "A rare and precious flower. You only have one in the store." Yukka looked up into his clear blue eyes. She couldn't read his expression. "Then it will be very expensive," she said. Mr. Gairden walked over toward one of the glass cases, between two high, long, narrow tables laden with arrangements of lilies and daisies and mums, in simple and ornate vases and in small, wicker baskets. Yuuka hurried around the counter to follow him. "What is this one?" he asked her, pointing to one reddish pink flower amidst a riot of colors in one large bouquet on one of the tables. Yuuka stepped past him to look more closely. "It's an ordinary carnation," she said. Then his hands were on her shoulders. Yuuka didn't move. His hands felt so large, and warm. They seemed to completely smother her, like a blanket on a cool night. She kept perfectly still, uncertain why he'd touched her so intimately, but wanting very much to keep him from taking his hands away. "That's not the flower I meant, child," he breathed into her neck. Yuuka tried not to stiffen. She tried to say calm and still, even as her muscles tensed and her own breathing quickened. His voice was right on top of her, almost in her head, with its lilting, unusual accent. His breath told her he was even closer. Yukka closed her eyes as his hands slipped smoothly down the length of her arms. When they reached the backs of her hands, he let them glide forward, across her thighs, then up across her belly, encircling and trapping her. His own broad, hard chest pressed against her shoulders and back, as his thick arms imprisoned her. Do something, Yukka screamed at herself. Don't just stand there. Show him you like this. His nose brushed her ear lobe, then the side of her scalp, as it slid up through her hair. He inhaled loudly, as if he were smelling a flower. "I will stop, if you wish, Yuuka," he rumbled. "But this is the flower I want, tonight." When she didn't move, or reply, his hands slipped down to the tops of her thighs again, where they began a slow, gentle journey backwards, until his palms covered Yukka's small ass. She tried to hold still, but as his hands touched her there, such a private and virgin part of her, she felt a tingle of unusual pleasure. She instinctively pushed back into him. She arched her back, lifting and pressing her ass into his hands. Yuuka felt a sudden, shivering thrill as he moaned very softly into her hair, while his fingertips explored the crease between her ass and her legs, confidently kneading their way toward the two tender, guarded spots where a man could enter her. "You're an unusual flower, Yukka," he told her. His lips touched her neck then. She tipped her head to the side, offering her flesh to him. His lips were warm, and softer than she had expected, but firm and strong. His lips were more like muscles than her own, or the few boys she'd kissed. They pressed against her neck, along with a slight touch of gristle at his chin. He would put his lips to her skin and hold them there for a while, then press a little harder into her skin in a lazy, subdued kiss, before he removed them to place them somewhere else. Yuuka fought back the urge to moan with the thrill of his attentions. She failed. When the sound escaped from her lips, he moaned into her neck, and his kisses became more eager. "Most flowers are a pleasure to look at, and to smell. But I need to touch you, too, flower." He trilled his r's, almost unnoticeably, and drew out the sounds of his o's dramatically. His voice was husky but even, with that faintest trace of an accent coloring his words. Yuuka shuddered, once, involuntarily, With that, one hand slid forward, to the front of her jeans, where it carefully but easily unclasped the snap as Yuuka began to panic. His hand lowered the zipper, and then inserted itself between the waistband of her panties and her skin. Yuuka bit back the sharp intake of breath that his touch evoked in her. She put her hand on his, gently encouraging him to go further. His hand slipped next back toward her ass, along the inside of her jeans and panties, separating them from her skin and forcing them to slide slowly down. He pushed them further down her legs, jeans and panties both, to completely expose her to him. Yukka closed her eyes, feeling a slight blush of embarrassment, as she felt his hands rest now on the naked skin of her ass. She felt his lips leave her neck, too, as he seemed to ease back away from her. She could tell he was looking at her. She blushed further, grateful that he couldn't see her face then. She could feel his eyes on her bare ass, studying her. She felt an inexplicable urge to move for him then, to push her ass out towards him. She instinctively wanted to be a slut for him. But it wasn't in her. She was too ashamed, too afraid of frightening him away, or of even letting him know that she liked this. He thought of her as a child, or a flower. She was supposed to be sweet. The Flower Girl Ch. 01 She stayed perfectly still, but she could feel herself trembling. A shy, trembling, inexperienced slut, she thought to herself. Yuuka felt a moment of distress as his hands abruptly slid up the sides of her blouse, depriving her of his touch against her naked flesh. When his hands reached her ribs, below her arms, they slipped backward, over to her shoulder blades. For a moment, she had thought, hoped, that he was going to move toward her breasts. Inside, she screamed for him to do it, to touch her where ever he wished, where ever he could. Her nipples ached to feel his touch. Instead, he pushed her firmly forward, so that she was made to bend over, leaning forward onto the high table before her, with the vase holding the large riot of flowers right in her face. His hands slipped gently down again, grabbing her hips, as he knelt on the ground behind her, and pressed his tongue against her anus. Yuuka squealed immediately, only to bite the sound back in sudden embarrassment. She'd never felt anything like it. His tongue was a thick, strong muscle that circled and teased her anus. She felt dirty, but she pushed her ass back into him. He hummed in approval when she did. His strong hands gripped her hips more tightly, while his thumbs kneaded the flesh of her ass. He drove his tongue deeply into her ass then, running it not just around the rim of her anus, but far into it. His strong hands firmly held her pelvis, pulling her onto his searching tongue. Yuuka moaned loudly. He didn't protest her noises. He didn't try to silence her. His tongue wiggled around inside of her, moving in and out, making circles, delighting Yuuka in ways she never knew a man could. This wasn't something the few young boys she had dated would ever do. It wasn't something they'd know how to do, or would even think to try. Yukka leaned forward further, so she could press her ass back into her gentleman's face and onto his tongue. His hands coasted slowly and repeatedly across her ass and her thighs and her belly. His every touch felt electric, as his tongue drove her wild with delight. He did this for a long while, as Yuuka's moans and whimpers increased. She could hear herself shamelessly issuing a song of constant, relentless, excited chirps, in time with his tongue darting in and out of her nastily teased anus. His hand moved between her thighs to fall on her sex. At first it simply rested there, gently, with his palm against her cunt, fingers astride her wet slit. His lone middle finger rested gently on the button of her clitoris. He began to move that one finger, very slowly, rubbing her clit while his tongue continued to invade and pleasure her ass. A blast of heat burned her where his mischievous finger rubbed her. The feeling spread through her, making her wetter, and hungry for more. She began to long to feel him inside her. She'd only been with boys. She'd never been with a man. Yuuka was confused, caught between the conflicting urges to push her ass back into his tongue and to push her cunt forward into his hand. She settled into a slow, subtle rocking motion, ass back onto his wet tongue, cunt up against his strong hand, back and forth, getting pleasure from both. Still, he guided her with his hands and his tongue, controlling her rhythms, making her move as he wished, as slowly or as quickly as he wanted. She ached to have him push his tongue into her slit, as he had into her ass. She wrestled with her own doubts, trying to find the courage to beg him to do it. She couldn't, and shouldn't, she thought. He knew exactly what he was doing, better than she. He seemed to know what she wanted, or what she would like, better than she did. He was right. She was a child. She should simply be quiet, and do as she was told. Or at least, be as quiet as his touches would allow. His long, thick middle finger slipped down the wet length of her slit, then thrust up into her cunt, all the way to the third knuckle, then twisted about, trying to reach even further inside her. Yuuka's loud squeal, she was sure, could be heard out on the street. She realized, then, that everything they were doing would be clearly visible from outside the store windows. All of the lights were on, to display the flowers to passing customers, and now displaying her sluttish behavior for any passing strangers as well. Yuuka clenched her eyes shut at the thought, afraid to look and confirm her fears, but unwilling to surrender to them and stop. His tongue drove into her again, forcing another squeal from her. She stifled it. "Don't silence yourself, child. Let me hear your pleasure." Yuuka screamed again, loudly, at the sound of his voice. She hadn't wanted to. Even though she'd been told what to do, she tried to fight it back. She didn't want anyone to hear her, or to see. The noises just kept streaming from her mouth. She couldn't stop them. His hands were everywhere now, in her wet slit, in her asshole, over her pulsing clit. His tongue rimmed and invaded her ass, occasionally switching to lick the juices from the inside of her dripping cunt. He used her juices, too, on his thick fingers, making them slippery, and driving them unexpectedly into her ass. Yuuka could feel her body shuddering. Her ass and cunt were moving on their own, thrusting themselves against the man's mouth and fingers like a geisha's. Her eyes flew wide as she began to come. Yuuka had never come before. She hadn't even really known that she'd never come before. She'd never succeeded on her own, and the boys she'd been with had certainly never made her feel this way. She could feel the muscles in her legs and ass tightening against her will. Muscles in her cunt, muscles she didn't know she had, twitched and shuddered uncontrollably. Her hands reached forward on their own to grab the far edge of the table top, knocking the large vase to the floor with a tremendous crash. In the back of her mind, Yuuka heard it break, she heard the glass shatter and the water splatter, but she didn't care. It lasted a lifetime, and only a moment. When it was over, Yuuka lay there panting. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the man's tongue as he continued to explore her, stopping occasionally to kiss her ass, or simply to rub his scruffy chin across it. She enjoyed his touches for a long while, catching her breath, reveling in the feeling of belonging to him. Eventually she opened her eyes, slowly focusing on the street outside the store window. Feeling as if she were awaking from a dream, she spied a lone man across the street. He wore a long coat, with its collar turned up against the wind. She couldn't see much more. By now dark night had fallen. He stood just at the edge of the street lights, looking directly at her. Abruptly, he turned to continue up the street. At the same moment, Yuuka heard the bell at the door jingle. She realized with a start that her gentleman had simply left. He hadn't said a word more. He hadn't said goodbye. She pushed herself upright with her hands, still feeling spent and unsteady. A quick glance around the empty shop confirmed her fears. She was alone. On the counter, by the register, she spied a single hundred dollar bill. She didn't know if he'd left it to pay for the destroyed arrangement, or for her favors. * * * He came by three times the next week to buy flowers for his woman. His other woman, Yuuka thought angrily. She couldn't believe he was still buying special flowers for her, and had the audacity to keep buying them at their store. Still, she looked forward to it. Their touches now were far less discreet. When her mother couldn't see, Mr. Gairden's hand quickly brushed across her ass. Once, he'd let his hand slip further down, so that his strong middle finger pressed the tender spot between Yuuka's cunt and her asshole. The shiver it sent through her was startling. She'd stayed wet for hours thinking about him after that. Another day, she'd taken his hand in hers, then pulled it up to her breast, where his knuckles gently stroked her, until she became frightened that they were taking too long, and her mother would question her. So, he had seduced Yuuka, he continued to seduce Yuuka, and he still romanced the other woman. Yuuka was his firm, young toy. The other woman was probably mature, and knew better than to let him touch her the very first time he tried. The other woman probably got taken to expensive, romantic dinners. Maybe he took her dancing. She made him work for her affections. Yuuka glowered at the flowers, wondering when he'd be back. Angry or not, rival or not, she needed to see him every chance she could. If sex was all she could have, that was fine. Let the other woman have flowers and dinners. The sex was amazing. She needed to have more nights with him, just like the one he'd already given her. * * * "Mother, it's been long enough," Yuuka said, while making a show of dusting the two large ceremonial urns near the door. "Did you clean the front display case yet?" "We have the money now," Yuuka continued. Her mother kept her head in her flowers, pretending to be entirely focused on perfecting an already completed arrangement. "Soon I'll be too old for school. I want to be there with people my own age. I don't want to enter college when I'm twenty five. Or even twenty." "One more year. I need you around the shop." "It will always be one more year. We have to hire someone." "No. I don't trust anyone else." "I need to go to school. I need an education. We have the money now." Yuuka was getting angry, and let her voice show it. "I can't run the shop alone." "I told you, hire someone. You have to let me go." Yuuka threw the duster across the room, violently, into the corner near the closet where she would later put it away. "Next year. I can't be alone yet. You didn't do the display case properly. Do it again." Her mother's voice was stern, now. Yuuka heard something else in her mother's voice, too. She'd betrayed something by what she'd said, and the way she'd said it. This wasn't all about the shop. Yuuka wondered if she'd ever be allowed to move on with her own life. * * * Mr. Gairden watched as Yuuka's mother came out of the shop door and turned up the street with quick, short, stuttering steps, as she always did, for her Friday lunch. It was part of her own many, quaint, unbreakable routines. As soon as she turned her back to him, he stepped out of the entryway of the shop next door and walked over to and into the flower shop. Yuuka beamed at him as soon as he entered. She seemed to be trying to keep her smile small and polite, and it was, but to Mr. Gairden it was the most brilliant, glowing smile he'd ever seen. It was the first thing that had drawn him to her, the way even the tiniest of smiles from her lit him up like a sun. He covered the distance between them in a few long strides. He could see the shock in her face as he stepped even closer to her, putting his own chest against hers. He didn't give her time to react, instead quickly reaching around to grab her tantalizingly round, sweet little ass in both hands and pulling her slight frame firmly against his. The flesh of her butt was pleasantly soft and pliant in his grasp. Her small tits were soft, too, but firm. He felt them clearly, pressing against his chest like two small door knobs. He could feel her trembling already. She was so shy and nervous. She was such a sweet, innocent little girl, especially around him. He'd always known he made her nervous. She was certainly younger than his own daughter, even younger than his wife had been when he'd met her so many long years ago. Yuuka might even be younger than twenty. She had to be at least nineteen to be working in the shop instead of going to school. Maybe eighteen, maybe. It was hard to tell. She was so quiet, and shy, and petite. She was irresistible. Mr. Gairden didn't give her a chance to show her panic, even though he knew she was panicking. He lowered his mouth to hers and pressed his lips firmly against hers. She held her lips tightly together, as he worked his own over hers, exploring, almost consuming her mouth with his. The moment she let out a soft moan, he forced his thick tongue between her lips, driving it around her own, pushing her tongue about however he wished, while forcing her mouth to open wider for him. She demurely tried to respond to his kiss. Her own small tongue darted about, trying timidly to tangle with his, but it was no match for his aggressive nature. Mr. Gairden moved one hand up her back to pull her frame more tightly against him, as he taught her how to kiss a man, or rather how he wanted her to kiss a man. He let his other hand stroke one small, delicate breast, to see how excited he could make her. The lesson lasted nearly an hour, until just before Yuuka's mother returned. They were only interrupted three times by customers. * * * When Mr. Gairden finally released her, Yuuka felt as if she could barely stand. She was left, panting and unsteady. She needed his strong arms to hold her up, she thought. She looked pleadingly up into his eyes, silently begging him not to let her go. All of her thoughts had left her the moment he held her and kissed her. She simply felt as if she were falling inside him as he took her. The moment he touched her, she belonged to him. She wanted him to take her then and there, to order her to give her body to him. She would have, too eagerly. His hands slipped down to grasp hers, ever so gently, despite the awesome strength in them. Then he released her hands and walked to the counter, where he reached into his pocket to pull out one crumpled bill. He didn't even glance at her as he dropped it beside the register. Yuuka shook her head "no", quickly, trying to refuse payment, but Mr. Gairden simply returned her silence with a solemn and unconcerned gaze. He walked over to her. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her closer, but not against him, to plant one, long, unmoving kiss on her forehead. "I will see you again, flower," he said, and left the shop. So the money had been, and was now, for her favors. * * * The world outside gleamed under the streetlights. A light drizzle had fallen ceaselessly throughout the day, adding a sheen to even the most dreary of objects. Once again the sun had drifted away, this time somewhere behind the clouds, having never been seen all day. The world was a gray blue. The light was fading quickly. "Your cunt is very tight, Yuuka," he told her. His cock slipped further into her again then. He held himself there, delighting them both, before easing himself back out. She could feel his cock slipping tenderly along the inside of her sex. He did so slowly and easily, even patiently. He had her bent over the table of flowers again. He had started with his tongue, but it hadn't lasted long. She'd listened nervously as he had risen behind her, standing as he calmly unbuckled his belt. She'd known what he was going to do. This was what she wanted and needed. It was finally time. So she had waited, tensely, in anticipation and with a touch of fear as she listened to him preparing to fuck her. Then he did, and Yuuka chirped in delight at the feel of it. "Your cunt is tight for me, flower, tight and wet." She smiled at the sound of his accented voice, and at the words. His cock pressed deeply into her. Yuuka immediately pushed back with her ass, grinding her cunt firmly onto his cock. Her cunt was his. "That's nice, child, your cunt is nice," he told her. Yuuka smiled, and wiggled a bit for him, letting them both feel the pleasure her movements created. * * * His thrusts were harder now, and faster. He seemed to be losing some control. She liked that. Yuuka liked the thought that her gentleman, her serene, somber, well controlled gentleman, was losing himself inside her. He began to grunt, in a way she'd never heard before, or imagined. His grunts were timed with his strokes. Every time his cock pressed its way completely inside her, she heard a sweet, animal grunt leave his lips. "You're almost ready, Yuuka flower. It's almost time," he growled at her. Yuuka squealed for him then. She wasn't ready to come. She was still too nervous. But she couldn't wait to make it happen for him. She'd never yet made him come. He had done it for her, but she hadn't returned the favor, even though he had been paying her. She wanted desperately to be enough of a woman to make him come. His groans became suddenly louder. He unexpectedly left her then, pulling his cock from her with a wet popping sound. He slid it back and forth between the cheeks of her ass. She felt it, hot and slippery with her own juices, with it's hard, unyielding shaft pressing against her own soft, cool flesh. She longed to have it inside her again, but was forced to settle for the feel of it against the skin of her ass as she instead clenched her ass cheeks, trying to grab it. She moved with him, helping him to slide it back and forth between them. He came then. She felt his hot spray of cum land directly on her anus, seemingly his favorite part of her body. She felt his cum pooling there, then she felt him rub the head of his prick over and around the rim of her anus, spreading the cum about, as he came even more. His hands moved to her pelvis, where they held her like a vice. His grip was suddenly, irresistibly strong. His fingers dug almost painfully into her skin. "Do you trust me, child?" he asked. "Yes." "Remember that," he said coldly. Yuuka was totally unprepared when his cock burst into her asshole, sending a searing, tearing pain through her ass and her cunt and her belly. His cum covered cock raced into her, filling her ass, seemingly more completely and fully than it had filled her sweet, wet, cunt. His cock had felt large in her cunt. Now it felt huge, unbearably long and thick, too large for her tight, tiny virgin asshole. Yuuka cried out loudly. It was a cry of pain, not pleasure, but her gentleman didn't seem to care. He showed her no mercy. His strokes were slow and gentle, but they hurt terribly. He would take his cock from her, leaving her empty and lonely, to cover it with his own cum, then force it back in, stretching and hurting her tight, innocent ass. He would spread her and pain her and fill her all at once, then hold himself in as she grew accustomed to the unbearable feel of his cock. Silently, the tears flowed. Then he would withdraw, leaving her grateful for the release, wondering why he was hurting her so, yet somehow inexplicably wanting more, wanting his cock in her again. And then he was in her again, and she was screaming. It seemed to last for hours. Pain, and tears, and cries, and screams. She questioned him in her mind. She questioned herself. She endured it. She trusted him. It took time. As her body and her mind gradually numbed to the sensations, and to the awareness of what he was doing to her, the pain changed. It was always there, but it changed. It hurt. It hurt, and she loved it. * * * It had taken a while, but as always Mr. Gairden had been patient with her. By the end, she loved having him in her ass. She loved it more than anything. He had eventually let his fingers reach down, to fill her cunt and torment her clitoris, as his cock spread and filled and pained and pleasured her where it didn't belong. Eventually, she came for him as much as he wished. She felt like it would never end. She screamed and writhed and twisted for him, begging for more, and begging him to stop, and wanting both and neither. He continued, because of and despite her pleas, until he tired of pleasing her. He didn't tire easily. His fat thumb massaged her clit vigorously. His other hand tore at her cunt, stretching it, filling it, pulling on her cunt lips, arrogantly and brutally doing whatever he wished. No matter what he did, it felt good, and she let him know it. All the while, his cock worked in and out of her tortured ass, causing her an incomparably subtle, pleasant pain. The Flower Girl Ch. 01 Now she lay panting again, staring outside at the stranger, who had watched everything. She'd seen him and watched him ceaselessly near the end, unable and unwilling to do anything about it. She just watched him watching her, as Mr. Gairden violated her sweet, shameful ass, and she came for seemingly everyone's pleasure, the stranger's, Mr. Gairden's, and her own. As before, once they were done, the man simply turned and went on his way. * * * Yuuka listened as Mr. Gairden pulled up his pants and buckled his belt behind her. She stayed where she was, letting him admire her tormented ass as he dressed. She imagined it herself, with his cum glistening on her skin. Her asshole must look raw and open, eagerly waiting for more. She felt dirty, and pretty, and content. And she was still hungry for more. The sound of the bell at the door told her he had left. She didn't wait. She immediately stood to look at the counter top, where another hundred dollar bill waited for her. The Flower Girl Ch. 02 For Elenia, who graciously helped me to vastly improve my very first stories, and inspired this one. * * * Yuuka sat nervously at the table, looking around at all of the elegant, and older, couples. She'd never been to a restaurant this expensive, nothing even close. Everyone was well dressed, overdressed, she thought, with jewelry and fine but simple gowns or suits or sport coats. There didn't appear to be anyone in the restaurant less than twice her age. She felt too obviously out of place. She self consciously smoothed her own emerald green dress and adjusted her long back hair, trying to remove any tiny imperfections, as if they might draw more attention to her. Yuuka was relieved, and felt sweetly pampered, when Mr. Gairden ordered her meal for her. She couldn't read the menu, which had put her into a mild state of panic. It was entirely in French, without any translations. Yuuka had already planned to simply order anything inexpensive, to be polite, but the menu didn't even have prices. She wondered how expensive that meant it all would be. "You look lovely, tonight, Yukka," he told her. Yuuka smiled demurely, as she looked down at the white table cloth, trying to think of something to say in return. She was finally here, finally on a real date with her magnificent lover, and she couldn't even speak to him. It was exasperating. "You sound lovely, tonight," she said, then immediately blushed, silently scolding herself for saying something so silly. Mr. Gairden grinned at her. She couldn't tell if he was laughing at her, or pleased at what she'd said. Either way, she loved to see him smile, almost as much as she loved listening to him speak, and she would have said it over again for that reason. She looked around, deciding that he was the sexiest man in the place. She wouldn't trade him for anyone here, or anyone anywhere. His hand rested on the table in front of her. Yuuka reach out to take it. He'd rarely touched her in public, except for light touches on her shoulders whenever he had held her chair for her to be seated at lunch, and dinner tonight. He responded eagerly, with his large hand completely smothering and squeezing hers. "I have something for you," he said. Yuuka beamed an eager smile at him. He bit his lip in response, adding a small frown. "It's only something very small. It's not much at all," he said. "But I couldn't very well give you a flower." With that, Mr. Gairden laid a piece of red and pink and white decorative paper on the table in front of Yuuka. It was more than a piece of paper. it was an origami heart the size of a credit card, intricately and neatly folded. As Yuuka picked it up, softly smiling, she noticed that it had a small flap, one that opened like a door. Inside the paper was white, and Mr. Giarden had written some words in large, flowing script. "For the flower that's blooming in my heart," the words said. Yuuka looked into Mr. Gairden's wonderfully deep blue eyes, wondering what he was going to do with her this evening. The heart was nice. It was sweet, if corny. The sex was better, though. The sex was everything. "It took me about a hundred tries," he told her. "I had no idea origami was so hard to do." Yuuka hoped he would try a hundred times, at least, with her, too. * * * "I teach American Literature at the University of Edinburgh," Yuuka heard him tell her mother, as sat behind the counter, pretending to read. "How boring," her mother told him with a flirtatious smile. "Oh, no, not at all. American writing is fascinating. There isn't much to study, compared with the volume of works of the european civilizations. I must admit I'm treated as the poor fellow on the lit staff. A sort of second class citizen. But I find American literature surprisingly varied and resilient. There's a certain youthful innocence to it all. It's far more adventurous than european literature." Yuuka listened to the words, but mostly she just listened to his voice. She wished he would talk more when he took her. She could listen to him all day. She should take his money and give it back to him, she thought. She should pay him to simply sit in the shop all day and talk for her pleasure. She smiled, too, at what her mother would do if she knew what else he did for her pleasure. * * *. Yuuka turned the store sign on the window to read "closed", from the outside, which meant the word showing inside, to them, was "open". She'd already turned the overhead lights off, so the store was only dimly lit by the lights still glowing in the side display cases. She'd turn those off later, when they left. They would provide just enough light with which to see. He'd taken her so many times now, in so many different ways. Each Tuesday evening he came to her, just at closing. He ravaged her, and she did as she was told, and as often as not the odd stranger watched in silence through the windows, from a distance. Yuuka loved Tuesdays. Mr. Gairden waited patiently for her now beside the register. "Don't lock the door," he told her. Yuuka froze with her hand on the bolt, wondering why they would leave it unlocked this time. It didn't matter. With the main lights out and the sign turned, no one would even try to wander in. Still, she would have felt better if they were locked in together. She returned to stand before him. "Unbutton your blouse, flower," he said. She tried not to hesitate before reaching up, casually, she hoped, to undo the topmost button of her cream silk blouse. As much as he'd done with her, and to her, and as much as she wanted it and more, she still found herself feeling awkward and uncomfortable with him. She slowly, somewhat bashfully, undid the next two buttons, until her forest green bra was exposed. It was one of her finest, with lace trim around the edges. She'd bought it just for him, and carefully chosen it for this evening. She would have been sorely disappointed if he hadn't come to her this evening, while she wore it. "That's enough," he said. Yuuka paused, and then dropped her hands to her sides. Mr. Gairden reached forward with a single finger. He used the back of one knuckle to trace a path along her breasts, from left to right, just above the top edge of her bra. It felt wonderful, and it was torture, because it was so subtle, and yet just the beginning. His knuckle was hard and unyielding, but his touch was gentle and thrilling. She felt her pulse, already racing, pick up speed, thundering throughout her, quickly warming every part of her body. She felt herself already shamefully wet. At first she had stared, shyly, at a spot over his shoulder as he caressed her. His hand opened, drifting further inside her blouse. His finger tips brushed the lacy fabric covering her left breast, as his palm gently brushed the tip of her nipple. She looked down to watch his hand exploring her. A single finger slipped itself between her bra and her skin, instantly sending a bolt of pleasure through her breast. The finger stretched the cup of the bra, pulling it away from her flesh and down, just below her nipple. That nipple was hard and pointed, sticking out wantonly toward her lover. It was the nipple of a slut. That bold thought thrilled Yuuka almost as much as his touch. Mr. Gairden lowered his mouth to it to take it gently between his lips. Yuuka closed her eyes, fighting back a moan, as the heat of his tongue found her and he sucked her tit hard into his mouth. Then the sensation was gone. "All of it," Mr. Gairden said suddenly, standing up straight. "Let me see all of you, child." He stepped back several steps. Yuuka was suddenly ashamed again. She'd never been naked before him. He'd always left her her modesty, even as he kissed and licked and fucked her ruthlessly. She'd always kept on whatever clothes she could. She'd only completely surrendered her ass, and her cunt, to him. He wanted her to strip for him. He wanted to enjoy the sight of her body. She'd never done this before, with anyone. Even when she'd been with boys, it had been dark, or under covers, or just so frantic and entwined that it was all touching and groping, without taking time to look, or be seen. Yuuka moved her hand to the next button fastened on her blouse. "No," Mr. Gairden said, interrupting her. "Your jeans first." Yuuka slipped her shoes and socks off, feeling awkward. After, she stood and looked again at that spot on the wall, over his shoulder, as her hands dropped to the clasp in front of her jeans. She undid it slowly, not to be sensual, but simply out of nervousness. The last thing she wanted to do was to fumble with it. When the clasp and zipper were undone, she worked her jeans down her thighs. They were tight. She liked wearing tight jeans for Mr. Gairden, because he loved the shape of her ass so much. It made them harder to pull down, so she needed to wiggle from side to side to lower them. As she did, Mr. Gairden walked slowly around her, watching her from a continually changing angle, until he stood behind her looking at her ass. She felt herself blush as she stepped out of them. "Blouse," his voice commanded from behind her. Yuuka quickly undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. She slowly eased it off of her shoulders. The silk brushed against her ever so gently as the blouse slipped down her back and arms and to the floor. She could feel Mr. Gairden's eyes on her. "Panties," he said. Yuuka took a deep breath as she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her green panties, a lacy match to her bra. She cast a quick glance outside, to see if the stranger, or anyone else, was watching. The street was empty. It was late. The lights inside the store were gratefully dimmer this time, too, but she was still clearly visible through the tall storefront windows. Anyone could watch the show Mr. Gairden commanded her to perform for him. "Panties," he said, more sternly. Yuuka pushed her panties down, slowly wiggling again to get them to a point where they fell on their own to the floor. She stepped delicately out of them and stood anxiously still, waiting for Mr. Gairden to tell her what to do next. He walked up behind her, just over her shoulder, where he placed one feather kiss, followed by another, on the side of her neck. He walked in front of her then. There was a single red rose in his hand. He stood before her, close to her, looking down on her. "Bra," he said. Trembling, Yuuka reached behind her to unhook the bra. She tried to look into his eyes, but it took all of her strength of will. She felt herself trembling even more as she did it, and she scolded herself for being so childish. She wanted this. He wanted this. He liked her. Why was she trembling? The bra snapped free as soon as she released it. She reached carefully up to her shoulder, sliding first one strap, then the other, off of her shoulders. She hesitated there, with her arms crossed, holding the bra in place. She didn't know why she was still so frightened when she was with him. "Let it go, child." Thoroughly embarrassed now at her own hesitance, she let her arms fall, and the bra fall with it. She felt a hint of pride that she'd stared into his beautiful blue eyes throughout this final ordeal. It made it easier, she realized. She loved the look of desire and admiration in his eyes as they fell to her small, young breasts, and the rest of her completely naked form. Mr. Gairden inched forward, stopping just short of her. The rose came up and brushed the underside of her breast. Yuuka closed her eyes at the unexpected sensation. Flowers, the petals of flowers, are surprisingly soft. Yuuka worked with them all day, arranging them, moving them, selling them. She knew they were soft, and fragrant, and colorful. But she had never touched herself with one, at least not on purpose, certainly not in any place as sensitive as her breast. She felt her breathing quicken as the rose traced a gentle course around the outer edges of her breast, then in and around and across her nipple. With her eyes still closed, she focused on her other senses. The soft petals raced to explore her other breast, then wandered lazily over her belly to her thigh. It slipped down toward her wet opening, then detoured gracefully back up toward her belly button. It continued up, between her breasts, to her neck, where it slipped from side to side. She could smell it there, a soft, sweet, distant fragrance. Then it was gone. She heard Mr. Gairden walk behind her again, to the low bench they used to display the larger arrangements in the store. Her mother believed flowers looked more natural down near the ground, where they grew, and belonged. Yuuka watched as Mr. Gairden removed the vases and displays from the bench, then dusted some dried petals from the covering gold blanket that they used as a backdrop. "Lie here," he told her. Yuuka obeyed. * * * Mr. Gairden knelt at the girl's feet. His darling Yuuka lay back before him on the bench, with her legs spread to either side, and her sweet young cunt delightfully beckoning to him. It glistened with moisture from her excitement. The sight of it pleased him deeply. He rumbled, deep in his throat, to show his appreciation for her. Her pubic hair was black, and straight, without a hint of curl. He let the rose petals brush across her pubic mound, first around the edges of her pubic hair, then right along her slit, touching her glorious cunt lips. They looked like thick, fleshy, pink flower petals themselves, he thought. She rewarded his caress with a simple squeal, one she elegantly fought back. He fought his own urge to dive on her then, to bury his tongue in her and bring her to orgasm as quickly as he could. He wanted to be slow and gentle with her tonight. He wanted to make it last. He forced himself to explore her with the flower, teasing the insides of her thighs, her stomach, and mostly her sweet, glistening cunt lips. Mr. Gairden stood up, putting the flower to his nose and inhaling loudly, smelling it's fragrance, now spiced with the smell of her cunt. He made a show, for Yuuka, of sternly unbuckling and dropping his pants, releasing his straining cock from its prison, staring intensely into her eyes the whole while. He stood before her then, with the rose in his hand, and his cock reaching out to his eager young lover. "Do you like cock, Yuuka?" he asked. She stared at him, bashfully wide eyed and silent. "Do you like cock?" he asked again, more firmly. "Yes." Her reply was quiet and restrained. "Do you like cock, child?" "Yes," she said, still barely audibly. "Louder." "Yes." "Say the words." "I like your cock," Yuuka whispered, timidly closing her eyes as she spoke. "No, child. Not my cock. Cock. All cock. Say it." He'd made that demand as harsh as he could. "I like cock," she whispered. "Again." "I like cock," she said, her voice louder, but trembling. * * * Yuuka lay on her back, both mortified and electrified at her own words. It was what he wanted her to say, what he demanded, but she still felt dirty saying it. Admitting to it, she thought. That made it even harder. He had taught her that she loved his cock. Now she knew that he was right, that it wasn't just his cock, it was all cock, any cock. She lay on her back, naked, with her eyes squeezed shut like a child hiding from an unseen monster in the dark, as she obediently told him what he wanted to hear, and what she knew was true. "I like all cock," she said, with more pride than she thought she ever could. She embarrassed and excited herself further with her growing eagerness. The sound of the bell at the door startled her out of her thoughts. She jerked up onto her elbows, anxiously turning her head to see who'd come in, frantically hoping it wasn't her mother checking up on her. It was the stranger. "Lay down, child," Mr. Gairden said. She looked at him, then back at the stranger. Yuuka stayed there, tense, resting on one elbow, slowly realizing that she lay naked and exposed before both men. She unthinkingly lifted one leg to hide her sex, while moving her other arm to cover her breasts. At the same moment she silently castigated herself for being silly. The stranger had seen most of her, and must have been watching until now. He had already seen her do things far more wicked than lying naked on a bench. And she had enjoyed having him watch her. "Lay down, child," Mr. Gairden repeated. Yuuka lay back down, but didn't take her eyes off of the stranger. She was startled when she felt Mr. Gairden's tongue indelicately invade her pussy, thrusting suddenly between her cunt lips. He pressed his lips hard against her, as his tongue tried eagerly to dive as deeply into her as it could. Yuuka bit back a cry while watching in mild fear as the stranger began to unbuckle his own belt. In moments he stood there, naked below the waist, with his own hard cock hovering just a few steps away. Yuuka realized that she was no longer biting back her cries, as she stared at him, and Mr. Gairden's tongue worked on her ruthlessly. "Tell him about cock, child," Mr. Gairden's voice trilled deeply from between her legs. When Yuuka hesitated, Mr. Gairden thrust a finger into her cunt. Yuuka yelped once, softly, then issued a strangled cry as Mr. Gairden withdrew that finger to press it against and then thrust it into her asshole. "Tell him," he commanded. "I love cock," Yuuka whispered, staring straight at the stranger's thick, stiff shaft. Mr. Gairden thrust two fingers into her then, one each in her cunt and ass. He savagely maneuvered them inside of her, indelicately massaging her, as he lowered his mouth to her clit, sucking on it aggressively. "I love cock," Yuuka said, more loudly. "I love cock. I love cock." She tried to repeat it for him, for both of them. She tried to do as she was told, as well as she could, as Mr. Gairden brought her eager cunt to life with his fingers and his mouth. The stranger stepped over, so that his cock was just above her face. "I love cock," she said again, realizing that it was easy to say. It was the most natural thing in the world for her to say. "I love cock." "Suck it, child," Mr. Gairden said. She'd known that was coming. She was inexperienced, but not stupid. What frightened her was how much she wanted to, and how quickly she would have, even if she hadn't been told. But it made it easier to do when she had been told to, especially since she'd never done it before. Yuuka had never had a chance to suck cock. She had never tried, and no one had ever made her do it, until now. Yuuka reached up, with her mouth open, as Mr. Gairden continued to work on her yearning cunt and ass. She leaned on her elbows as she reached out toward the side of the man's shaft with her tongue. She carefully, timidly traced the length of it, back and forth with her tongue's very tip. Unconsciously, she spread her legs further, urging Mr. Gairden to invade her cunt and her ass more thoroughly. It took her a while to get comfortable. Eventually she let her lips touch the stranger's cock, too. She repeated her motions, using her lips and tongue together, no longer timidly, to trace the length of his shaft back and forth. She felt it's hot, tight flesh against her mouth. She smelled his musky sweat and lust. All the while, she listened to the sounds of Mr. Gairden licking and probing her pussy and ass, and the stranger humming in encouragement. The combination of sensations was burning her mind away. The more Mr. Gairden touched her, the bolder Yuuka became, but not quickly enough for his liking. "Suck it, child. Suck it. Show him you love to suck it," he told her firmly, then returned himself to sucking on the throbbing button of her clitoris, showing her how she would make the stranger feel. The Flower Girl Ch. 02 Yuuka reached up with one hand to hold the stranger's cock, ready to guide it past her lips into her small mouth. She looked up at him, into his dark brown eyes, as she did so. He bit his lip as he watched her take just the head of his cock into her petite mouth. She held it there, probing it with her tongue, before releasing it briefly. On her next attempt, she tried to take more of him. She pressed her mouth further down, taking as much of him as she comfortably could. She held his cock in her mouth and her delicate little hand as she looked up at him, silently asking if she was doing it well, while trying to look eager and hungry for more. The man watched her a while, and she him, as she sucked and savored his hard prick. The longer she did it, the more she enjoyed it. She soon found herself wishing that she'd done this to Mr. Gairden. She couldn't wait to suck Mr. Gairden's cock. She also soon found herself whimpering uncontrollably onto the stranger's dick, as Mr. Gairden brought her closer and closer to orgasm with his calmly eager mouth and hands. * * * The girl was actually sucking his friend's cock enthusiastically. The change that had come over her was dramatic, and unexpected. He knew she would enjoy having both of them, but he never thought she could overcome her inhibitions so quickly. She was so young and innocent. He wished now that he'd had her suck his own cock first, but he knew that he loved her tender cunt so much more that he never could have. Giarden looked at his friend, who understood immediately what he wanted, what he'd already told him they would do. The other man pulled away from Yuuka. The darling child actually fought against him, struggling to keep hold of his cock, and to keep it in her mouth. Each of them took flowers from nearby arrangements, to set about tormenting Yuuka with them. * * * Once she knew what they were doing, Yuuka lay back and closed her eyes to enjoy herself. She reveled in the feel of it all, the sensation of assorted soft flowers and four strong, masculine hands wandering over her naked body. Occasionally one or both of them would lower their hot mouths to breath and kiss and suck on her flesh. Sometimes it was a nipple, or the sides of her breasts. Sometimes it was the inside of her thigh, or her neck, or her ear, or her already burning cunt. Their hands, and flowers, and mouths were all over her, everywhere. A flower brushed her lips. It was fabulously soft and cool compared to the warm skin of the men. It traced her lower lip, then her upper. She could smell its fragrance. The flower slipped up to rest directly beneath her nose, where the strong scent briefly overpowered her senses. With the flower still resting beneath her nose, a mouth found hers and aggressively forced its tongue between her lips. She tried to respond with her own comparatively tiny tongue. She was unsure which man it was. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying her ignorance. She thought it was Mr. Gairden. She hoped it was. As he kissed her, another tongue found and probed her anus. She squealed into the kiss in surprised delight. One hand grabbed her breast, squeezing it roughly, while another finger slipped into her cunt. A third hand slipped down to rub her clitoris vigorously. The fourth hand grabbed and kneaded her small ass. Hands and mouths and flowers marauded over her, ravaging her. She had no control, and didn't wish any. All at once, the contact stopped. She lay there, feeling suddenly alone and abandoned, awaiting more of their attentions. She was ready to beg for more when she finally opened her eyes. The men stood side by side over her, staring at her, their expressions unreadable. "Suck cocks, Yuuka," Mr Gairden told her. She realized with a start that he'd said "cocks," not "cock". Somewhat hesitantly, but feeling wickedly bold and eager, Yuuka raised herself up and slipped to her knees before the two men. She looked up at them, letting them look into her eyes, as she took a hard, hot cock in each hand. * * * Gairden enjoyed the sight of the innocent young japanese girl hungrily trying to suck two cocks. He could tell that she'd never even tried one before this evening. Now the slut was wantonly racing back and forth between two of them. She was broken. She was ready. He patiently let her play, as he and his friend enjoyed her attentions, just as she'd enjoyed theirs. The girl wasn't bad with her mouth, as inexperienced as she was. She was adorable, with her dark, wide, almond shaped eyes looking up from a small, round, innocent face. Her long black hair fell on her delicate, perfect shoulders. Her slight breasts quickly rose and fell as she panted with unrestrained excitement. Dark brown, fiercely hard nipples thrust out in front of her, silently pleading with him to be sucked and pinched themselves. "You like cock, flower." "I love cock," she said obediently between slurps and kisses. "You love cocks," Gairden corrected. She looked up at him with her darling young eyes, still stroking them both, never pausing for a moment. "I love cocks," she said hungrily as she moved from one to the other. "I adore cocks." Then she pulled them both toward her. She fell on them even more eagerly, trying desperately to fit both cocks at once into her hungry little mouth. Gairden couldn't restrain himself any longer. It was time. * * * Mr. Gairden pulled away from her, walking around her toward the bench. Yuuka tried to hold him, she tried not to let go, and found herself almost being pulled with him. He took her hand, forcefully removing it from his cock and holding it. "Come, flower. I want to fuck you. We both want to fuck you," he said. Yuuka looked between the two men in subdued panic. She looked at their cocks. Of course they were both going to fuck her, she thought. Stop being a foolish child. She was theirs, tonight, and they would take turns with her for as long as they wished, one after the other. Yuuka tried not to appear to too enthusiastic, but she was. Mr. Gairden lead her to the bench, where he lay on his back near one end. Yuuka moved to straddle him, to mount him there. "No, child. Face the other way." Yuuka was confused, but did as she was told. She faced away from him, and straddled him, with her cunt hovering over his lovely cock. She didn't wait for more instructions. She was too ardent. She lowered herself onto him, guiding his cock into her wet, waiting cunt with her hand. She squealed as soon as he entered her, immediately grinding her cunt and ass down onto him. She wiggled and gyrated, enjoying the feel of moving his cock around inside of her. As she did it, she looked at the stranger to be sure that he was watching, to see if he was enjoying the sight of her greedy body giving itself to Mr. Gairden. He was. She held his eyes with hers as she rode Mr. Gairden. Eventually, Yuuka's eyes fell to his cock, where the stranger stroked himself with his own hand. She reached out to him, beckoning him to let her do it for him. "No, flower," Mr. Gairden said. He reached under her ass. His pressure signaled her that he wanted her to rise. She did so, ready to immediately plunge back down onto him again. He pressed her more. She reluctantly lifted herself higher, letting his cock slip free, but eager to have him enter her again. His finger slipped into her instead, gathering her juices, which he then rubbed on her anus. She knew now what was going to happen next. "Do it, child. Come back to me," Gairden told her. Yuuka, slowly, somewhat painfully, lowered her ass onto his waiting cock. Unlike before, she had to do it herself. She had to willingly force her anus past the pain onto his hard, erect shaft, feeling it stretch and burn her ass. She did it willingly, if tentatively, knowing that before long she would love the feel of it. It happened even sooner than she'd thought. She loved having his cock in her ass now, more than anything. Once his cock was inside her, agonizingly stretching and filling her, he fiercely pulled her backwards onto his chest. His arms crossed over her ribs, pinning her to him, as his hands found her tits. He grabbed them roughly, massaging and pinching them as he pleased, with his cock in her ass and her screams in the air. Yuuka had her eyes closed. All of her attention was on the feel of Mr. Gairden, marvelously violating and molesting her with his hands and lips and cock, when the stranger's prick unexpectedly plunged into her wet pussy. She screamed more loudly then than she ever had in her life, totally unable and unwilling to restrain herself. She felt both cocks in her then, two cocks at once, together in her cunt and her ass. The men fucked her carefully, at first, slowly and carefully. She felt utterly violated and ravaged, and yet they were gentle with her. As the stranger pulled his cock out of her, he and Mr. Gairden would push her body downward, pushing Mr. Gairden's cock more deeply into her ass. Then the stranger would thrust into her, driving her upwards as Mr. Gairden pulled her to him, easing the pressure of his own cock inside her, while crushing her tits under his large hands. They did it all slowly, and incongruously tenderly, but in firm control. They owned her. These two strong, lusty men had complete control of her body. She always had a cock in her, always. Mr. Gairden was deep in her ass. Then the stranger was deep in her cunt. Then Mr. Gairden was deep in her ass again, all the way to the hilt. She didn't have time to think about what she wanted, she just lay there being ripped open by two hard, unyielding, experienced cocks. After a while, the stranger began to lose control. His thrusts became faster, no longer timed with Mr. Gairden's. He grunted as he moved in and out of her quickly, however he wished. He fell on her then, letting his mouth nibble on her shoulder. She felt his weight and heat pressing on her stomach and ribs as his cock moved frantically inside of her. She smelled his sweat, mixed with the sweat and cologne of Mr. Gairden. She felt thoroughly smothered and crushed between the two of them. At times, she felt only Mr. Gairden's cock stretching and filling her ass, although his cock never left her. An instant later she was utterly taken by both men, feeling two cocks thrust deep inside her, stretching, filling and pleasuring her cunt and her ass, both at once. She was being taught what she really was, a young, hungry slut, with two holes to be filled with thick, thrilling cocks. The stranger and Mr. Gairden fucked her relentlessly, and she screamed her pleasure at them. Mr. Gairden's hands still squeezed and pinched her nipples and tits, as the stranger's hands joined his. Both men fondled her young breasts incessantly, and arrogantly. Yuuka let her own hands find the stranger's ass, so that she could greedily pull his cock more deeply into her cunt. "I love cocks," she cried out of nowhere, surprising herself. "I love cocks." She began to scream it. "I love cocks." Mr. Gairden's mouth found her earlobe then. One hand reached up, leaving her breast, to turn her head toward his, to let his tongue fuck her mouth along with their cocks. Mr. Gairden's other hand drifted down across her belly, between her body and the stranger's, until it found her clit. He rubbed it vigorously, bringing Yuuka dangerously close to the edge. "I love cocks," Yuuka screamed, momentarily breaking the kiss to get the words out. "Please, I want more cocks." The stranger and Mr. Gairden both laughed at her, hearing her beg for more, as if two were not enough. Yuuka's eyes shot open as her body began to tense and convulse uncontrollably. She saw all of the flowers around her in sudden, sharp relief. Their colors were vibrant and varied, even in the dim light. They glowed around her. She inhaled the faint scent of a hundred different blossoms. "Come for us, Yuuka," Mr. Gairden said in her ear. "Come, my flower, show us how you love to come." Yuuka's mouth found his again, and then she did as she was told, if not by any choice of her own. She started to come. She screamed into his mouth as she felt like she was dying, and being born, both at once. Her world collapsed into nothing more than her cunt and her ass, each filled with a wonderful cock. Overpowering sensations torched her body, burning through her as she writhed and squirmed under four strong hands and arms, with the stranger's mouth hot on her neck, and with Mr. Gairden's mouth on hers, and her tongue feebly darting around his like a sparrow around a hawk. * * * It was some time before Yuuka felt like she could move. She lay on the bench, pressed between them, with all of them utterly still, and with her two cocks now still inside of her. She'd long since moved her own hands to cover Mr. Gairden's, to both hold them and to move them up to and to keep them on her breasts. She listened to his own labored breathing in her ear. Every once in a while he would say it again. "You were a good girl, flower. You're a very good little girl." The stranger moved first. He withdrew himself from her. She hated to have him take his cock from her. She grabbed Mr. Gairden even more firmly, to keep him with her, and in her, when she lost the stranger's cock. The man dressed in silence as Yuuka watched him. When he was done, he walked over to the counter, where he dropped two crisp bills. He smiled at Yuuka, incongruously shyly she thought, then walked out of the store. Mr. Gairden fucked her once more, slowly and tenderly, before he left that night. He again lay on his back, on the bench, but Yuuka faced him this time when she mounted him, so his thick arms could cover her back, pinning her to his chest, or his strong hands could grab her beautiful young ass, holding and squeezing it as he controlled their lovemaking, as always. He kissed her almost the entire time, except when she pulled away to whisper into his ear that she loved cocks, or his cock, and he would whisper into hers that she was a good little girl. It was almost past midnight when he finally dressed, dropped another two bills on the counter, and left without another word. * * * It was Tuesday night again, and almost closing. For the second week Mr. Gairden hadn't come by, and hadn't been in at all in all that time. Yuuka felt miserable, and anxious. She feared that something had happened to him, or that he'd finally bedded her rival and didn't need or want Yuuka anymore. She feared a hundred different things, but they all came down to the same thing. Mr. Gairden was gone. The bell at the door rang, making Yuuka look up with a start and an instinctive, hopeful smile. She'd foolishly done it a hundred times, once for every customer that visited, and still she did it again. Her smile quickly faded. It was a young woman. She looked familiar, but Yuuka couldn't place her. She couldn't remember ever seeing her in the store. Her short, sandy hair and clear blue eyes were fairly nondescript. She was taller than Yuuka, and a few years older, but not too much older. She was attractive enough, in an ordinary way. She was the kind of woman you could easily forget, Yuuka thought. She came to the counter. "I've been sent to buy a flower," she said. "I was told to ask Yuuka for a special flower." Yuuka looked at her in silence. The girl gave her an uneasy smile. "He usually buys them for me, but he said I had to buy this one for myself. But he said that you'd help me." Yuuka looked back at the girl as she slowly grew uncomfortable, and angry. So, this was her rival. And now Mr. Gairden had abandoned Yuuka, and had even sent the girl to buy a flower from her herself. "Why couldn't Mr. Gairden come buy it?" she asked, unable to contain the question. "He's returned to Scotland," the girl replied, carefully watching Yuuka's eyes. Yuuka could feel them quickly burn with tears as her heart sank. She looked around the shop, trying to look everywhere except at the woman in front of her. She didn't want to hear any more. "He had to get away from here," the woman explained to fill the void. "After Mom died, he just couldn't take it anymore. He really didn't entirely want to leave, but he only ever stayed in the states for her, while she was ill, and for me." Yuuka looked up at her with a start. The words fought with each other in her mind, rattling around without entirely making sense. The girl was his daughter. She never had a rival. And he didn't entirely want to leave. "He couldn't bring himself to say goodbye to you. I'm not sure why a girl in a flower shop needs a goodbye, or why it would be so hard," she said. She laughed uneasily, as if suddenly realizing how awkward a thing that was to say. "I guess he felt you'd gotten close to him." She lost herself in one awkward pause, then hurried to move on. "Everything has been tearing him apart, Mom, me, America, everything. Finally, he just couldn't take it. He went back to his teaching post in Edinburgh." Yuuka wiped the hint of the tears from her eyes, trying to disguise her reaction from the girl. She got up to find a flower for her, for Mr. Gairden's daughter, conveniently turning her back to make everything easier to conceal. The poor girl had lost her mother, and Yuuka was crying just because she'd lost a good lay. It was never going to amount to anything more, she told herself. She had been wasting her time. Or just learning. Yuuka walked toward one of the display cases. "It's okay, I'm sorry," the words came from behind her. "I, I really don't need the flower. It was just, it was just an easier way to tell you." Yuuka stopped, but didn't turn. A moment later she heard the bell at the door jingle, as the woman left without a goodbye, just like her father always did. * * * Yuuka sat crying. She tried not to. She tried not to feel hurt and lonely. It could never have lasted, she knew. He knew. He'd always made it clear, even if he'd never said it. He had carefully paid her every time. She'd thought he was making a game of buying her favors, but really he was buying release from his guilt. He'd paid to leave his own remorse behind. She had $1,300 of his guilt, in cash. She didn't even know why she felt hurt. It's not like she loved the man. He was more than twice her age. They could never have a life together. He was just a really, really good lay, the best she'd ever had. She shouldn't feel sorrow or hurt, but she did. The tears came faster. * * * "We need a vacation," her mother told her. Yuuka didn't respond. She hadn't talked much for weeks. "Let's travel. Maybe I should show you Japan." Yuuka glared at her, then scurried off to work on a display, to get away. Her mother took the hint, going into the back to work on new arrangements, leaving Yuuka in peace. She had her head buried in an arrangement of her own when the bell at the door rang yet again. It was Mr. Gairden's daughter. Yuuka looked to the counter, hoping her mother would handle her. She was still in the back, and showed no sign of returning. With a sigh, Yuuka went behind the counter herself. The girl smiled brightly at Yuuka, although Yuuka couldn't bring herself to return it honestly. Then the girl put something, some paper, on the counter in front of Yuuka. "Father sent you this," she said. Inside, Yuuka brightened slightly, as she focused on the papers. It looked like an airline ticket. "He said to tell you that he's already enrolled you in two classes. He'll meet you at the airport, if you'll join him, and he'll put you up and take care of all of your expenses. All you have to do is to go. As long as you do well enough in your classes, he's sure that he can get you full admission for the next semester." The girl stared expectantly at Yuuka, as Yuuka stared at the ticket. More tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes, before she beamed a smile at the girl. The Flower Girl Ch. 02 "You must be a great student," the girl said, "for him to take this much interest in your education. I've never seen him care much about anything other than his books. And Mom and I." * * * Yuuka sat at the counter, fingering the ticket, and listening as the bell fell silent after the girl's departure. She listened to her mother, rattling around in the back room. She had to figure out how to tell her. Even if her mother wouldn't allow it, she'd still go. Her mother couldn't stop her. Mr. Gairden would take care of Yukka, in every way. She just had to earn it, and to continue to learn how.