0 comments/ 16479 views/ 0 favorites In His Hands By: firekissess He traveled alone on His long journey searching for solace seeking a comfort which was nameless, faceless written in His heart in a language He could not decypher for He had not the key. His heart was heavy and the road seemed endless. the path winding, lonely branching off into new paths some of which soon dissolved into tangeled thickets so He had to turn back... retracing His weary steps. Following the path's curve, He turned the corner one day and stumbled onto the ashes from a fire left behind by a fellow traveler. He stooped and felt them, cold... they had been there for some time. No help to warm Him on that Winter's day. Something glinted in the cold light catching His eye. He reached out and brushed away the ash, satin against His fingertips as He rubbed them together thoughtfully. A vessel lay there cracked, broken, abandoned unfinished. He sighed... This had once been a thing of beauty, Who could have had so little care as to use and discard it in this manner? He could not bring Himself to simply walk away and allow it to disinegrate. He took from His pack a fine cloth, carefully gathered the shards and pieces from the ashes. Rising and drawing His cloak close about His shoulders, He resumed His travels. Carrying the vessel with Him, cradling it gently. Not long after, He found a place of rest He found welcoming, and decided to tarry awhile. He visited with other Travelers who had also stopped there, sharing tales of adventure, and misadventure, laughter, song and companionship. Although pleasant, He tired of this after a time. Something was missing yet, something that left a feeling of emptiness, loneliness, a sense of being incomplete. He drew away into solitude more, feeling alone in the midst of others. He drew out the package He had so carefully carried with Him since that day, often had he unwrapped it here and gazed at it, memorizing it's lines and curves with His eyes, meauring in His mind it's strengths, weaknesses, and it's possibilities. He decide it was time to begin His work. He could only hope that His hands were the ones, that could restore this vessel, make it whole bring back to it it's beauty and grace, and then carry it to it's rightful place. ************** Laying the package gently on the table before Him folding back the layers protecting it opening it to His scrutiny. Amazed each time he did this at the new qualities each different angle and change of light exposed to His gaze. Carefully He began to clean the ash away. In the harsh light of day, the flaws and jagged edges of the shards looked raw, naked, cold, fragile... at times He feared His mere touch would cause it to shatter and fragment more. In the warm light of approaching sunset, then by flickering candle and firelight the vessel took on a sheen. It glowed beneath His Hands. Miriad colors appearing, brightening with His touch as He worked thru the long night. Dawn crept into the room before He noticed... He sat back and was still as the realization struck. This was a work less finished than He had first thought. It had never been fired never been tempered and tested by heat and flame. He sighed, wondering if He dared... then knowing He must, He had gone this far and was compelled to continue. He felt a great need rise in Him to complete this task and knew the final result would again be a thing of joy and beauty. He reached for His pack taking from it a small flask, another treasure He had happened on in His travels. Carefully placing the pieces of the vessel into a wooden bowl, He poured the contents of the flask over them after quenching His thirst from it. Smiling, He contemplated the now empty flask. It was purported that it had contained water from the fountain of the Muses. He chuckled softly at the idea, but secretly hoped the waters of poetry and inspiration might help Him with the task before Him. He left the vessel to steep as He set about to bathe and refresh Himself, obtaining food and drink restoring Himself before returning to His work. Reaching into His pack again drawing out yet another flask this one smaller containg oils pressed from roses, violets, wildflowers, orchids gathered on His journey, their essence blended and enhanced. Pouring a few drops into the bowl smiling as the soft fragrance warmed and bloomed floating up and out to scent the room, awakening the garden of His mind. ******** Returning to His room that evening after seeing to the day's business, He hung His cloak, lit the candles, stirred and fed the fire, then crossed to the table. Thru the window stars winkled at Him, the bowl answering them with a shimmer, He drew in a sharp breath at the sight. Captured in the bowl was a rainbow. The colors from the vessel having floated free mingling with the oils, swirling lazily on the water a slow dance to the music of the stars. Shaking free from the image, He set to work. Laying again the fine cloth upon the table, He reached into the bowl, thru the rainbow, and drew forth the now softened clay from the bottom. The rainbow glided playfully over His hands back into the bowl. Smooth, soft grey, pliant, the clay lay as if waiting for the Artist's touch to transform it. Again He worked thru the night smoothing, kneading, shaping, working slowly and thoughtfully. This was not to be rushed. Recreating the vessel, in the image etched in His heart. An image the shattered vessel had shown Him itself, not one of His making. This was not to be forced into a mold, a preconcieved pattern, He let it grow and take on it's own shape under the gentle ministrations of His hands. Guiding, coaxing, molding, His touches drawing it forth from itself, compelling it to grow into what it could and must be. He sang as He worked, His voice rising to accompany the stars. His touch varying as was needed, instinctively He knew where to apply a delicate, feathery touch and where more firm pressure was necessary. At last He sat back, cocking His head to one side, contemplating the result of His efforts. He noticed the grey light of early dawn had once more crept in on Him, the stars, giving way regretfully, had begun to trundle off to sleep one by one. Only one bright star remained to greet the new day with Him. It was not perfection before Him, of course. He had not striven for such. But the vessel now before Him was once again whole. Unfinished still...a work in progress, but already a wonderful transformation. He knew it was at a delicate stage, still very soft and pliable. He knew His touch must be gentle now. With His strong hands He could crush it easily, reducing it to a shapeless piece of clay once more. *************************** He rose and crossed the room to the fire, stirred and fed it, bringing it to life with the wood of the oak and the apple. As the fire grew, He reflected on the trees' gifts... strength, sustenance, shelter, beauty, and now warmth and light. The fire grew, leaping and dancing, changing colors in rhythm with the growing dawn. Returning to the table, He picked up the vessel, lowering it back into the bowl, twirling it as he drew it forth once more. The rainbow clung to it, coalescing dressing it in Life's bright colors. The oil's scent following it as He strode back to the fire. There would be no turning back, He knew, once this step was taken. Plunging the vessel swiftly into the center of the blaze where the heat was greatest, the flames licking at His hands, He could only stand back and watch now for a time. And wait. Would the fire simply consume the vessel? Destroy it? Reduce all His efforts and hopes to ashes and shards once more? He watched the flames dance merrily around the vessel, they seemed to stroke at it as they passed. He watched and waited, it seemed a lifetime. Finally the fire grew sleepy wavering and pulsing in it's bed of embers, the dance slowing, giving way to light of a new day just as the stars had. He sighed. The vessel stood intact, but had it been strengthened or weakened by the dance with the fire? There could be but one way to know. Rising and going to the table once more, He took up the bowl carried it to the hearth. Taking a deep breath, feeling His heart pause in it's beating, He poured the water and oils over the vessel. The steam rose, roiling, hissing, hiding the vessel from His sight in it's cloud. He thought His heart would burst from waiting. Slowly the cloud dissipated. The vessel reappearing as if from behind a veil, or emerging from a cocoon. It had remained whole. No cracks, no stains, tiny flaws and imperfections from it's remaking, only adding character. The water and oil had washed and steamed away the soot, leaving the now heat seared colors imbedded, and glowing deeply. He sighed in relief, and smiled. He had brought no further harm by what He had attempted. It was indeed a good thing. He drew the vessel forth, setting it to cool on the hearth. Turning, He began to gather His belongings, it was time for Him to resume His journey. Lastly He took again the fine cloth, wrapped the vessel tenderly in it, and once again cradled it in His arm. It would travel with Him from now on, Wherever this journey would lead Him. He need not find it's rightful place, it was there already, in the crook of His arm. And He would find new treasures in His travels, such wondrous things to fill His vessel with. And not until the journey's end would He feel He had filled it completely. ************** He opened the door on the bright new day, glancing back only once to set this special place in His memory. He strode forward, head held high, shoulders strong and confident. The sun smiling down on Him. There were miles yet to go, beyond that first step. Pleasant surprises around the bend. Adventures just over the next rise. Songs to be sung. Deeds to be done. Life to be lived. And perhaps, perhaps.... Love to be shared. In His Hands... Despite the feeling of the sun burning her pale freckled shoulders she shivered slightly as a small bead of sweat trickled down her neck, catching that most sensitive spot before continuing down between her shoulder blades and disappearing under the white strappy vest she wore. The cloying smell of hot tarmac and the glare from the suns reflection in the windows of the shops were giving her a slight headache. This summer had seemed to stretch on and on, and while the warm evenings, sitting on the grass, drinking beer and laughing with friends had been the best times ever, the long scorching, headachy days, in the smoggy air of outer London were getting a little tiresome. Today was no exception. Dragging bags of shopping through the town centre in the heat of the midday sun, she cursed as again, her flip-flop slipped from her foot threatening to land her on her rear in front of all the other flustered, overheated shoppers. Regaining her balance she stormed towards the next shop, longing for the shade and the cool of the air con. Feeling pretty annoyed by this point, she barged through the double doors not paying much attention to where she was going. The collision only fuelled her anger as she dropped most of her shopping and she was about to give the idiot a piece of mind about looking where they were going (she may have been in the wrong but she sure as hell was not going to admit it right now). "Thanks a lot mate..." she trailed off as she looked up, and blushed slightly, stopped in her tracks by the darkest, most mischievous brown - hell, almost black - eyes she had ever seen. Towering over her at around six foot two, he flashed her a cheeky, lopsided smile. "I'm sorry Miss, let me get those for you," the man who she had barged into, before reading the riot act to answered in a honey-coated deep voice, with a luscious Midwestern American drawl which was certainly a touch more exotic than the usual cockney types you found around here. She meekly accepted his offer of help and stood there, dumbstruck as he handed her the dropped shopping bags one by one; his fingers brushing hers momentarily with the last one. She couldn't't help staring as he did, the contrast between his deeply tanned, toned arms against her soft, delicately freckled ones and his slender, almost elegant fingers transfixing her for just a moment. At the sound of him quietly clearing his throat she looked up, again meeting those eyes and realised she had been standing there like an idiot for some time. "Oh, I'm, erm, sorry; that was my fault entirely, this heat is putting me in a foul mood and I lost my shoe and nearly fell on my arse and I was in a hurry to get inside and I should not have snapped at you like..." she blabbered on until he stopped her. "That's quite alright Miss, my fault, should have been looking where I was going. How about I get you out of this sun and get you something to cool you down? That is, if you don't mind an old man buying you a drink." He gave her another grin and a wink with that last line. She did not mind one bit. "Rick," the stranger offered his hand to shake. "Hey Rick, Jenny," she said in reply, letting his take her hand. He held her hand a half second longer than necessary, and locked his eyes on hers. As they walked back the way she had come through the town, towards the only half decent pub she could think of locally they made small talk. He asked about her life, her job in a furniture store in a nearby town. He told her he was in the area on business, staying near the airport and had ended up in this funny little town after taking a wrong turning. She jokingly offered her condolences and he responded that it hadn't been all bad, with a raised eyebrow and glint in his eye. All the while she was looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She guessed him to be in his late fifties, though he wore it well, his messy, cropped hair a silver grey with flecks of it's once dark brown still showing in places. He was slim, but looked strong and toned, with just a hint of a tummy starting to appear over he taut muscles, hinting at his real age. Even so, it looked appealing, for a moment she imagined running her hands over that tummy as he pounded in and out of her. Realising she was blushing slightly and hoping he had not noticed, she pushed the thought aside for a moment. She continued to admire him though as she listened to him talking of his hometown in Minnesota, his hobbies etc, the usual small-talk. He wore a white, short sleeved buttoned shirt, slightly fitted, with his sunglasses hooked over the neckline. Below that he had beige camouflage combats on, which stopped mid-calf revealing slim, tanned legs and dark grey trekking sandals on his bare feet. Even his feet looked good, although she usually despised feet. The way he smiled unarmed her every time. He had thin lips, which would break into a wolfish smile revealing perfect white teeth. Just 21 years old, she was around five foot six, with long golden, slightly red hair hanging to nearly to her waist. Dressed in a tight white strappy vest, with no bra to cover her firm 34c breasts, and a plain denim skirt which ended midway down her creamy pale thighs. On her feet she wore flat white flip flops with pale pink polish on her toes and a delicate silver chain around her ankle. She was not overweight but was by no means a stick insect either. Her tummy was just softly rounded, and her thighs toned. Her huge deep brown eyes stood out strikingly against her fair colouring and the blushed cheeks and sprinkling of freckles across her nose gave her a young, fresh faced look. He walked with long confident strides, hands in pockets as they talked. Every so often his arm would gently brush against her, sending little shivers through her. Slightly flushed she realised just how attracted she was to this man; she also realised in that moment that he was aware of it too, judging by the little smirk that played on his lips and the amused glint in his eye. Upon reaching the pub, he held the open and stood aside to let her in, joking that he was "taking no chances this time." Walking into the cool air of the pub, her skin tingled with goosebumps. He reached a hand out and rubbed her arm momentarily as though she were cold, although this could not have been further from the truth. "Feels good to be out of that sun eh?" He stated more than asked. He ordered their drinks, rum & coke for her and a bottled bud for him and they found a quiet corner to sit in, with a chocolate brown leather sofa and a coffee table to put their drinks and her shopping on. The conversation flowed easily, as did the drinks and gradually the talk turned to their respective love lives, or lack thereof as it turned out. The air inside was cool thanks to the air-con and his eyes were constantly drawn to her hardened nipples which showed clearly through the thin white material of her vest. She saw this and the hunger she saw in his eyes turned her on, swelling the pink buds even more. Sensing the tension, Rick did his best to relieve it a little; changing the subject of conversation by enquiring about her afternoons shopping. "So, been treating yourself?" He asked with a nod towards the bags. "Um, yeah, kind of felt like I needed to cheer myself up," she replied. "Whatcha buy then? Mind if I look?" He responded, already reaching for the nearest bag. Feeling a little anxious, Jenny realised that refusing would only make the situation more awkward than it already was, so with a sly smile she gestured Rick to go ahead. She enjoyed the look of happy surprise on his face as he looked into the bag only to be faced with a selection of underwear, much of it on the 'daring' side, and a black card box tied with a hot pink ribbon. Not entirely sure what to say for a moment, he partially removed a pink lace quarter-cup bra from the bag and gesturing her chest quipped "so you'll wear one of these in the bedroom but not out shopping?" Jenny felt a flush spread from her chest up her neck to her face and blushing furiously giggled, the drink starting to take effect and make her feel a little bolder. "Well Rick, that depends on the company I guess..." She let the implication hang in the air as she rose from her seat and offered him another drink. As she walked to the bar Rick let his eyes wander up her smooth legs and over her full round rear within the snug fitting skirt. Returning to their table, Jenny set the drinks down, leaning forward slightly more than she needed to, allowing Rick a good look down he front of her top. She sat down next to him, closer this time, twisted slightly in the seat to face him. They continued to talk about anything and everything while they finished their drinks. Checking his watch Rick realised they had spent the whole evening in the pub talking. "You do realise young lady that it is nearly eleven?" He said with raised eyebrows and a mocking tone of authority in his voice. "Do you often keep old men out this late?" Again, with that mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Funnily enough Rick, no; though I'll make an exception for the right man," Jenny replied, adding; "don't suppose you'd mind escorting me home, this is no place to be walking on my own this time of night." "Perhaps it's me you need protecting from," Rick retorted, then added, "C'mon ma'am let's get you home." Rick scooped up the shopping bags in his left hand and offered his right arm to Jenny who linked her left arm through as they walked out into the cool night air. The shock of the cold air hit Jenny and she suddenly felt the effects of the alcohol more strongly. She needed a moment to find her balance again and held tightly onto Rick's arm, her breasts pushed firmly against his arm, her nipples - hard from the cold - not escaping his notice. Steadying herself with her right hand against his chest she giggled "oops, honestly I'm not that drunk, I'm sure the walk home will clear my head anyway." With her hand still on his chest and her body pressed against him she looked up into his eyes, which stared into hers intensely for just a moment. Then his face broke into a grin as he said with a laugh in his voice, "Right missy, it's home for you." They walked the mile or so to her home making conversation about various misdemeanours they had committed on past evenings out under the influence. The cool air and the walk did clear Jenny's head mostly by the time they neared her street. Rick had his arm draped protectively around her shoulders, partly to aid her balance and partly to keep her warm as she sobered up a little. Now though, she slid her arm around his waist as they walked, letting her hand caress his lower back gently then rest just above his ass. From time to time she let her fingers stroke up and down his left hand side, bringing goosebumps to his flesh under his shirt. Wondering for a moment if this young woman was intentionally teasing him or just being affectionate he looked down into her eyes. She stopped walking and looked back up at him, resting her head against his shoulder and saying in a low voice, "I'm not as drunk as you think Rick; I certainly know my own mind well enough to know I want you to come home with me tonight..." Clearing his throat, more to give himself a second to think before responding to this Rick looked down at the pretty thing in front of him. He could not deny, many times this evening he had wondered how those young thighs would feel wrapped around him and how tight her sweet young pussy might be. Something about this woman was bringing out another side of him too, a side that he hadn't seen for some time. It wasn't as though she was a girl, she was 21 she had told him, a woman and she was no innocent either, but she looked so damned young, hell he was old enough to be her father. Before he had chance to figure out his reply to her statement she pushed herself against him, then ran her hands slowly over his shoulders, down over his chest and rested them against his stomach. Feeling his muscles tense at her touch she stared playfully into his eyes, which looked an inky black in this light, as her right hand went further, firmly stroking his rock hard cock through his clothes. "You can try and be the gentleman if you like, say you don't want to, but I know you do Rick," she purred in his ear. Rick stood completely still for a moment, hands at his sides, still holding her shopping in his left hand. "Come home with me Rick," Jenny murmured. The words seemed to break his trance and Rick took Jenny's hand saying in a low, barely audible voice "which is your place?" Jenny gestured an alleyway leading between two shops on the main road, "Just down there, I live above the solicitors." Leading her hurriedly by the hand Rick all but dragged her into the alley. Dropping the shopping at his feet he pressed her back against the wall, standing over her, one hand on the wall beside her head he asked, "You sure you want this? You can say no anytime." "I want you Rick, I have done since I walked right into you," the young woman stated. This was all he needed to hear and he slid his right hand round the back of her neck, holding her firmly while his left hand supported his weight against the wall. He dipped his head and pressed his lips hard against her soft ones. Pulling back for just a second before kissing her again, her hands grabbing his waist and pulling him against her. Jenny parted her soft lips and sucked Rick's bottom lip between them, biting slightly as he groaned against her mouth, his erection pushing hard into her tummy. Rick pushed her lips apart and forced his tongue into her mouth, pushing it against hers tasting the hint of rum and coke on her still. Leaning his weight against Jenny, pushing her into the wall Rick let his other hand wander down her arm, then back up her side finally cupping her left breast in his hand at last. He felt his cock swell more as he heard the moan escape her lips. Pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he squeezed her firm breast in his palm, Rick felt Jenny pushing her body back against his, his thigh between her legs and she rocked her hips slightly back and fore, working her pussy against it. "Wanna take this inside baby?" Rick murmured against her ear as he let his teeth nip gently along her neck. "Mmmmm maybe in a minute" Jenny replied with a playful giggle. Her hands were at his waist, unbuttoning his trousers right then and there. "Hey! hey, sure you don't want to go inside first?" He laughed. "We will, in a minute, I love to be outside like this, anyone can see us," she replied. Rick was about to protest again when he felt her warm fingers wrapped around his shaft. His voice caught in his throat as she pulled it from his trousers and began stroking him firmly, letting her thumb slide over the head, spreading the drop of precum that escaped as she pumped it in her hand. "Oh god," Rick moaned as he placed his hands against the wall either side of her to support himself. He watched Jenny staring in his eyes as she slid down the wall to crouch in front of him, her skirt catching against the rough brickwork and riding up around her waist. Quickly licking her lips Jenny smiled as she let her tongue slip over the swollen head of his hard cock. Never breaking eye contact she swirled her tongue around it then licked his cock from base to tip slowly, one hand holding it at the base, the other massaging his balls. Parting her pink lips, she slipped the head of his cock into her hot mouth, sealing her lips around him tightly and sucking him in deeper. All the while her tongue darting over the head, swirling and flicking against him. Sliding her mouth down along his shaft, and back again, deeper each time she sucked him. One hand continued massaging his balls as the other slipped between her own thighs and slid under the elastic of her white thong, fingers gliding over the wetness that was building there. His cock twitching in Jenny's mouth, Rick brought one hand down to grab her hair. She was sucking him so good and he ached to cum in her sweet little mouth, the heat and the wetness, the sight of this pretty young woman rubbing her pussy as she sucked him off driving him over the edge. Losing his control a little he began thrusting against her face. The head of his thick rock hard cock was hitting the back of her throat, making a gag a little. She tried pulling back but he held her in place by her long hair as he pushed against the back of her mouth. Despite a slight feeling of panic as the cock in her mouth gagged her Jenny was deeply turn on by being treated this way. Her fingers worked faster over her clit and her juices soaked right through her cotton thong and made her thighs damp. She wasn't used to being used this way but she liked it, Rick knew what he wanted and he seemed to know what she wanted better than she did herself. Driven on by Rick's moans she opened her mouth further, tried to relax her throat to take more of him. Fighting the urge to gag she pushed her tongue out as far as she could, stretching her throat open as he pushed his cock all the way down. With his balls grinding against her chin she worked her tongue over the underside of his cock as she felt it swell again as he shot his load down her throat. It was more than she could take and she pulled her mouth back a little, tasting the rest of his cum as it hit her tongue. She moaned, nearly cumming herself as she swallowed it all before gently slipping his cock from her mouth. Looking up into Rick's face she lent back against the wall, legs open, stroking her clit in fast circles, needing to cum so badly. With a little laugh Rick pulled her fingers from her thong, saying, "No you don't, not yet." He then pulled her to her feet, placing her fingers in his mouth and tasting her pussy on them. "Inside; now," He told her, grabbing her wrist in one hand, the bags with the other. Once inside the front door, Rick followed Jenny as she walked up the stairs, letting his eyes settle on her arse as she climbed the steps. Reaching the top she turned to Rick and reached her hand out to him, he took hold of it firmly and let her lead him into her bedroom. Inside the room, Jenny turned on a small lamp, the room gently lit up. Rick took her into his arms, more gently this time and kissed her lips slowly, sucking slightly on them. Running his strong hands through her hair he worked his way down the side of her neck, pausing here and there to gently nip the soft tender skin before moving on to run his lips along her collar bone softly. She sighed softly as he worked the straps of her vest down over her shoulders. Somehow, despite the gentler approach he was taking now he still seemed to control her, own her. She knew she would do anything he asked of her right now. He was making her shiver, running his fingertips over her back, up over her shoulders and down her arms while his mouth explored the soft skin of her breasts. She let her head fall back, her long hair tickling the small of her back, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance as he knelt in front of her, running his hands over her stomach as his mouth found her nipple and sucked gently. One hand came up to roll and pinch the other and Jenny moaned out loud, her body tingling at his touch. Rick kissed softly down over her stomach, looking up at her face as he let his tongue explore her belly button. Rick unbuttoned the front of her skirt and eased it, along with her vest which was still around her waist down over her hips. In His Hands... He took her shoes off one by one as she stepped out of the skirt and vest, then he worked the damp white cotton thong down over her thighs, tracing it's path with his lips, his tongue slipping over her smooth pussy lips as his hands grasped her hips and pulled her body against his face. He gestured to a chair near the bed and Jenny sat down, Rick kneeling at her feet. Unbuttoning his shirt and letting it drop to the floor behind him he placed his hands on the insides of her knees and firmly pushed them apart, lifting one to rest against his shoulder and the other over the arm of the chair. Jenny leaned back in the chair, her ass just on the edge, eyes closed as she enjoyed the warm touch of his skin against her inner thighs. "Open your eyes, look at me," he commanded and she did as he had told. Never breaking eye contact with her he ran the fingertips of one hand over her smooth flesh before easing a finger into her tight pussy, right to the knuckle. He pulled it back again and spread her wetness all over her clit before pushing his finger in again, then another, pressing his thumb against her clit. Biting her lip, she moaned a little, letting her eyes close as her head relaxed back against the chair back. Rick stopped abruptly, leaving his fingers buried deep in her pussy, his thumb pushing hard against her swollen clit. "I told you to look at mr Jenny," he repremanded her. She felt her pussy clench against his fingers at being spoken to that way. Jenny watched him as he fucked her with his hand, his thumb pressing slow circles over her clit, taking her near the edge but no further. Each time she thought she was going to go over the edge he stopped, unmoving, waiting for her to calm down before continuing. The tension by now was almost unbearable and she ached to just let go. Without warning he stopped, pulled his hand away causing a groan of frustration to leave her lips. She threw her head back and closed her eyes tight, fists clenched as she fought to catch her breath again. She jumped in the chair and gripped the arms as she felt the warmth of his tongue lick slowly up her slit. His hands pushed her knees roughly up towards her chest as he licked again and again, making her jump each time he caught her throbbing bud. She had never been licked quite this way, the men her age usually in a hurry to get the job over with. Rick took his time, paying attention to every nerve ending, licking, sucking and biting her tender flesh as he went. He rolled his tongue over and over her clit, while he plunged two fingers hard in and out of her dripping pussy. His tongue slipped between the folds of soft flesh, wanting to taste all of her, setting her nerve endings on fire. She was panting by now, moaning loudly each time he gently trapped her clit between his teeth. "Oh fuck, I need to cum," she pleaded with him. Lifting his head for a moment, still screwing his fingers into her Rick growled, "What did you say?" "I need to cum, please; sir," she wimpered. Pleased with this response Rick swirled his tongue hard against her clit again before sucking it into his mouth, still finger fucking her, the thumb of his free hand massaging against her arsehole. Her pussy clamped tightly around his fingers as she cried out, cumming hard on his face. Everything felt new, different this time as the waves spread through her, to her toes, her fingertips... Kneeling over her, Rick waited for the young blonde to catch her breath and open her eyes. Letting her feet fall back to the floor Jenny tried to sit up a little straighter. Placing a hand flat against her stomach Rick shook his head almost in-perceptively. Again, totally under the spell of this older man Jenny remained still and waited for him to show her what he wanted. One by one he raised her legs onto his shoulders, letting his fingers roam over the velvet, milky skin of her inner thighs, his lips raining soft kisses over her calves and inner ankles. His hands went to her pert breasts, the pink nipples raising and swelling under his touch. Bringing his face level with hers, he pressed his lips against hers, parting them with his tongue as the head of his throbbing cock pushed against her silky wet pussy lips. He pushed, firmly steadily against the tight opening to her wet pussy, feeling the resistance and working against it. Her hot wet flesh gripping the head of his cock firmly as he eased in a little, pausing momentarily before ramming his whole length into her, hard yet slow, till his balls ground against her arse. The velvet liquid heat enveloped him, his eyes closed, head thrown back he felt as the wet warm walls of her pussy contracted around his stiff cock in a way he had not felt for years. Almost afraid of hurting her he withdrew slowly, almost all the way. Now, looking her back in the eyes he shoved his cock into her again, hard this time, holding it in place when he felt his body hit hers, balls deep in her luscious, sweet young cunt. Jenny gasped as she felt her pussy stretched around his throbbing cock, suddenly filling her more than she had ever felt before. The low sweet moan that passed her lips while he slowly pulled back broke into a sudden cry as he thrust into her wetness again, then again and again, the same slow, firm rhythm over and over. Sliding a hand between her legs she ran a finger slowly up and down over her clit, so close now to another climax, wanting to cum on his hard cock. "Always in a hurry baby?" Rick asked her, pulling her hand away from her throbbing clit, then he pulled his cock out of her, just as she was going to explode. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she pleaded. With a little laugh Rick stood up, taking her hands and pulling the girl to her feet. "Just do as I say, I'm gonna show you how you should be screwed, we got plenty of time," he assured her, eyes burning into hers. Leading her towards the bed he gestures to her and she lays on the covers. "No, sweetie, like this," he said softly. He placed her knees back on the floor, bent over the bed with her arse in the air. Running his hands all over her he placed her arms in front of her on the bed and pushed her head down onto the mattress. "Don't move," he instructed her. Running his fingers up and down her slit, he held her still with the other hand on the small of her back. Working two fingers, then three hard into her aching pussy he asked; "Do you always offer yourself to men like me this way?" She lifted her head and turned to look at him, indignant she asked, "What do you mean by that?" Without warning he removed his fingers and she felt a sudden sting on her skin as his hand came down hard on her creamy white ass. "OW! What did you do that for?" she demanded. Again, another slap, harder this time. "Lay back down, now," was his only reply. Slightly afraid and frankly stunned, not only by his words and actions but also by her own reaction to them she did as she was told. To her surprise, now the stinging had subsided the tingling warmth left in the smacked flesh felt amazing, she felt herself getting wetter as he ran his fingers over the sore skin and plunged them back into her waiting pussy. Screwing his fingers in and out of her swollen wet hole he continued, "Kinda dangerous thing to do, young girl bringing a strange man back here like this, anything could happen." His fingers now massaging her clit insistently he taunted her, "you like being a slut don't you Miss? You wanna be my fucktoy don't you?" "I..." She attempted a reply but her voice caught in her throat as she felt another orgasm building. Again, SLAP! To the other cheek this time. "Answer me, you," he demanded. "Yes..." she said. SLAP! "Yes What?" he repeating, his tone calm but serious. "Yes Sir, yes I do," her whispered reply. With this utter submission from her he grabbed her hips in both hands and ploughed his cock hard into the depths of her now soaking pussy, to the hilt, bringing a small scream from the girls lips. Faster now, he fucked her hard and deep, his body slamming into hers with each thrust. He felt the silky walls of her already tight pussy starting to clench him tighter and he pulled out. "Noooo! Please, Sir, please can I cum now?" She begged him. "Not until I say so, or you know what will happen. You'll thank me for this later," he growled at her. Again, he filled her pussy with his throbbing cock, fucking her hard enough to move the bed she was bent over. "Any of your little boyfriends every fucked you like this?" He taunted her as much as asked. "No, mmm, no, Sir, not.. Like.. This.." She replied, trying so hard not to cum, not wanting to displease Him. She couldn't hold back much longer though and he knew it too. Tormenting her, he reached a hand around to pinch hard on her aching clit, releasing it and pulling out his cock again just before she went over the edge. "Please, Sir, please may I cum now?" She was pleading with him now. "I will tell you when, now get up on the bed for me," he re-iterated his point. She did as she was told. "What's in the box?" He asked her. Confused she frantically tried to work out what he was asking her. "The black box, in the bag, I saw it earlier," he explained, slightly inpatiently. "Oh," she replied, her face flushing red despite everything she had done with him up to this point. "Go and get it, open the box," He ordered her, settling himself on the bed. She bought the box to the bed and sat at his feet. Untying the hot pink ribbon she lifted the lid of the box revealing the contents. Leaning forward Rick reached into the box and removed the large light purple dildo. With a knowing smile he ran it down over her stomach, then down between her legs, just brushing the wet folds before bringing it back up to her lips and ordering her to lick it clean. She, of course did as He told her. "Lie down here, I wanna see you fucking yourself with it, but you will not cum unless I tell you too," he told her. She lay back against the pillows, sitting up slightly with her legs spread, Rick knelt between them, watching. Slowly she worked the tip up and down her slit before sliding the tip just inside her. "More," he simply commanded. She obeyed, working it in further with each stroke till she was taking almost the whole eight inches of the thick hard dildo, the slightly ridged curves tormenting her already throbbing pussy almost beyond her endurance. Without realising she let her eyes fall closed, and fucked the dildo in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit hard at the same time. So close to cumming she almost forgot Rick watching her till she felt the burning pain as he pinched and pulled her nipples, hard. Immediately his words filled her head. She stopped, knowing if she continued another moment she would not be able to stop herself cumming. Panting, she looked into his eyes, the lust she saw there pushing her ever closer to losing it. Her own eyes asked a question, begged him. His hand pushing hers and the dildo out of the way he buried himself deep inside her. Looking her in the eyes again, more tenderly he kissed her mouth hard, then whispered in her ear, "cum for me baby." He started frantically fucking her, her legs wrapped round his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders. He felt her pussy hold him in a vice like grip as the first waves of her orgasm hit her, her head thrown back, eyes closed, crying out as wave after wave hit her. She had never cum this hard before in her life and the feeling spread through her whole body, making her limbs shake as her cunt gushed all over her new lover. "Again," he growled in her ear before she's had chance to catch her breath, the power of his commands on her pushing her over that edge again already, grinding his body against her clit with every stroke. Jenny screamed out unable to believe she was cumming again straight after climax like the last. Feeling her body contracting around his cock again Rick lost it too, stream after stream of hot cum filling her pussy as he came hard inside her. He shoved his cock into her as deep as it would go and held it there, face buried in her neck, biting her flesh as he emptied his load into her. Some moments later, neither of them sure how long exactly he lifted his head and looked down at her. "Thank you, Sir..." She whispered. Smiling he kissed her lips again, "anytime ma'am" his only reply. He had changed her somehow, awoken something in her she did not know existed, and did not yet understand; thoughts of this filled her mind as she fell asleep, his arms round her, her head against his chest. She felt safe here, the slight burning in her cheeks reminding her strangely of what this man had done for her.