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Asian Innocence Manipulated

By: BeamMeUp



Singapore girls are generally much more sexually conservative than counterparts from Western countries. This makes the partly true/partly fiction story of Selina in 'Asian Innocence Manipulated' a rather 'slow hand' stimulating journey into erotic experience.

Her transition from a sheltered innocent virgin under the exotic spell of a masterful artist in a real French ménage a trios is not just about sex, it's about educating the innocent.

The island nation of Singapore, the smallest country in South-East Asia, has many beautiful young women, and Selina is one of them, living there to this very day only 10 years older as she celebrates her 30th birthday this year.

Her story though, is about her life from age 19 to 23. It is the story of a young woman emerging from a highly sheltered upbringing in one of the world's most advanced yet sexually conservative parts of the free world. 

She's sweet, poorly educated, naïve and too trusting, but the very attractive, curvaceous 19 year-old soon to turn 20 Singapore girl is naturally captivating by her innocence and sensuous charm. Her shy, compliant persona hides a sexual passion hidden too long by a restrained upbringing.

Selina finished her final school term at the bottom of the class. When it came to thinking for herself she just didn't cut it. Her teachers just shook their heads and said it's just as well she has beauty to make up for what's missing between the ears. But if Selina thought school was a tough learning curve, there were much stranger lessons to learn when she got her most remarkable first fulltime job three months before she turned 20.

Before that it was just part time or casual work as a supermarket checkout girl and at night, attending tables at a restaurant. But one day it all changed suddenly and excitingly. In the times ahead she will encounter manipulated innocence, her sexual naivety exploited yet rewarded in the most erotic way. The real story starts now. 

She stands naked in front of her huge bedroom mirror brushing her shiny jet black hair that falls down to the elongated points of her light brown areolas of her well developed 36-inch firm breasts. The nipples stand out as though they have been sucked on long and hard, but they haven't. They are just naturally prominent. In contrast to her slim frame her breasts are eye-popping and exciting to look at. They fit perfectly and so very upright in her lace bra although her narrow width back makes her breasts seem bigger than they are but certainly not top heavy.

It is early on a Monday morning and she's answered an advertisement in a local newspaper. Although she flunked most of her exams she thinks she could qualify for this job and is desperate to escape the dead-end future she seems to face after being a major failure at school. Remarkably she is optimistic about her chances considering it's a job most likely suited to someone who did far better at school than she did. The part that raised her hopes was a line that said no experience necessary as full training provided. 

She knows with her poor academic record she will find it very hard to get a well paid respectable job anywhere with so much competition among much brighter girls her age. The job offer sounds almost too good to be true and she knows she could be set for further disappointment but she must at least try. Somehow, the advert seems to be asking for her. 

It reads: 'Wanted -- Attractive young local girl aged 18-21 to assist busy respectable international business professional. Must be prepared to travel. Extremely good earnings, up to $980 weekly on commencement plus in-house free accommodation and bonus options on advancement. Successful applicant must be slim. A good figure and facial beauty is more important than academic qualifications as full training provided Successful applicant will have a warm compliant nature, attentive with impeccable manners and pure habits essential.' 

Selina is sure this is meant for her. She is compliant, she has impeccable manners, she is trusting, she is a virgin and pure in thoughts, she is slim with an hourglass figure and everyone tells her how beautiful she looks. Restaurant customers even tell her she should be on the cover of a magazine. She is free to travel as she is now her own keeper with no ties to bind her. Yet. 

She is determined to prove she is not just a pretty face. Her appointment is set for 3pm and she is the final applicant to be interviewed, lucky to just avoid the cut-off for interviews.

This is what she sees looking into her bedroom mirror undressed: a very pretty face and a figure of near perfect dimensions. She stands five feet seven inches in bare feet. Her teeth are immaculate and brilliantly white. Her mouth is sensuous with full lips. Her big brown eyes sparkle with energy, her skin is unblemished, and her body is shapely. Her shoulders are narrow in typical Asian build, her hands are small with slim arms, but her legs perfectly proportioned with firm shapely thighs and buttocks that many a man would die for. 

Her pointy nipples are like mini monuments. She is buxom by Asian standards, but the balance is just right, allowing her to walk with poise and elegance. She may be utterly naïve and not the smartest kid ever to come out of high school but one look at Selina and she could be top of the class anytime, anywhere.

All this means little to Selina who never put a value on her real beauty and a sexiness that is enhanced greatly by her purity. Incredibly, she has never experienced sex with anyone but her own touching. Being fondled by someone else would be a dramatic experience let alone anything beyond that. Throughout her life she has been cocooned from relationships with the opposite sex in a strictly controlled orphanage upbringing. Growing up this way makes her strangely fearful of sex even though she succumbs to private urges to touch herself and only think what real sex could be like. 

She is largely ignorant or simply uninterested of many things that are commonly recognised in today's more liberated society, such as the high ratio of women who are bisexual. At 20, she has never seen two women kissing passionately, only the friendly greeting kisses. Selina is the epitome of a sexually attractive adult with the experience level of an innocent adolescent. Her hips move to a gentle sway, her body's size and appearance is cute, curvaceous, smooth, delicious and inviting. She is a treat about to be served.

She leaves her rented apartment in the north-western district of Bukit Batok, half way across the city, and heads for the MRT station close to the West Mall shopping area for the job interview totally unaware at this time at least, that for the past 18 months she lived there she has been closely watched by her Indian landlord. No part of her beautiful young nubile body in its natural state has remained private from him. When Selina took the apartment over from two female students who lived there for two years, like them, she too, was impressed with the wall length mirror in her bedroom. It made her small room seem larger.

She doesn't care that in the apartment block her quarters abutt the landlord's quarters because she is a quiet girl and doesn't play loud music or hold parties. Lying on the bed naked or in her flimsy negligees most nights reading romance novels isn't noisy fun. Nor is leaning back in the padded easy chair up close to the mirror watching her fingers get wet as she so often did, legs parted and heels touching the base of the mirror, turned on by the sight of herself giving way to the constant urge to feel sexiness and to see it happening right in front of her own eyes. Selina's ritual was to pretend it was someone else touching her. 

It's as close to real sex she would get, always too afraid to ever invite a boy back to her room because remarkably, the real thing was something she couldn't contemplate. She only thinks she must please the man and she is not sure how to go about it, so she pushes it from her mind. Someone told her as a developing girl that if you kiss a boy you could end up pregnant and in her mindset, she took that statement too literally. 'If I kiss a boy I could lose control and end up pregnant' is how she took it. 

Her landlord doesn't mind either that she has these frequent urges to satisfy herself in sexual positions -- sometimes in the daytime and sometimes at night. The very reason he personally installed the specially imported wall length two-way mirror from a shady 'under the counter' agent was to rent the apartment always to young, attractive females. They were not to know that while they saw only themselves in the mirror, on the other side of the wall the landlord enjoyed a wall length uninterrupted view into their bedroom as if there were no wall at all. He found Selina, like the others, a very engaging tenant.

She arrives at the Crown Hotel at Orchard in Orchard Road (now called the Park Hotel Orchard) for her interview and is directed to the floor and room where the interviews are being conducted. There she is greeted by a strikingly attractive woman of about 30 years of age looking like a secretary in white blouse, skirt, stockings and high heels. The first thing Selina notices is her immaculate figure and virtually no make-up to improve an already very attractive face.

"Hello Selina, my name is Josette," she says in a voice that clearly comes from France. "I am the personal secretary for Mr Jacques Pardie, who cannot be here just at this time and I am interviewing all the girls wishing to work for him. Please be seated.

"Mr Pardie is a very successful international photographer who sometimes stays in Singapore for months as his base for this region and sometimes he goes back to Europe. He does work for magazines, websites and private clients on special assignments.

"He does a wide variety of work for clients in several different countries because his work so good, but his specialty and where he is most busy are the art forms of erotica. 

We are so busy we need to employ an au pair girl to live in-house here and be helpful and who may be in a position to travel with us. Are you interested in that?"

Selina is not quite sure what an au pair girl is supposed to do as it sounds awfully French but the inference sounds like a domestic of some kind so she nods with a big smile without saying a word in case she makes a mistake and ruins her chances. She is lucky that Josette explains the role further.

"I will explain," she says. "The position is one of great importance to Mr Pardie as it involves living and working very closely with us in a household domestic sense such as preparing meals, general household work or other things he may seek to involve you in."

"So it is a servant's job I am applying for," Selina asks, a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

"No, it's not a servant we are after it is an au pair girl of the original French intention. When we bring an au pair girl into our household she becomes, like one of the family, not as an outsider. We like to think we are adopting the person as one of our own without taking the person's free thinking away from them to be as they want to be.

"You can cook, yes?"

"I do well, but I am only used to making my own meals but I do try many recipes," she replies wanting to stay as their choice. "That's good because the better your imagination the better it will be," Josette says but the broader meaning of it goes over the young girl's head.

"Now Selina, you may be wondering why Jacques himself is not conducting the interview. He relies on me, as I understand his every which way. I do these secretarial jobs to free him up and I know his needs. He is a very masterful man, quite brilliant in his work and so in command of himself, so confident."

"Have you worked for him long," the innocent one asks meekly to show she is interested. "Jacques and I met in Barcelona where he was working and I was on a holiday from my home place in Lyons in France. We became lovers and it helped in those early times getting to know him because I was working as a swimsuit model, not those skinny fashion models where they don't have any tits and look like they need a feed."

Selina is more relaxed and laughs lightly, but is still nervous inside. 

"I must ask you some personal questions to assess whether you would be most suitable for this position. You are my last interview after talking to more than 30 girls and only one other person meets the kind of match Jacques is looking for."

"I can imagine he would be very particular being such a busy and successful businessman," says Selina. "Yes, and because of that, I must also have you pass a basic test." 

Selina freezes inside at the very suggestion of even a basic test. This is her greatest weakness, passing tests. Josette has been instructed to try to trick the job aspirants into admitting something he needs to know. 

"I realised this is quite personal but it is extremely important as to who gets the job," the French secretary explains. "What is the last time you had sex with a man?" Josette asks, looking directly into Selina's eyes to see if she is slightly evasive.

"I've never had sex with a man."

"Never? Never once?"

"No, I'm embarrassed to say at nearly 20 I am still a virgin."

"That is all right, you should not be ashamed of that. There are bound to be good times ahead in your life. Have you ever kissed another woman on the lips or been approached by another girl for any kind of sex pleasure?"

"No absolutely not."

"Does the thought offend you?' 

"I don't know what to say. I've heard about things but I've never been in that kind of situation. Maybe it's romantic for them to do it I suppose as women are such romantics but I can't imagine what it would be like."

"Has anyone ever touched you, fondled you somewhere, and even kissed you passionately?" 

"No, never. The closest is my landlord who puts his arm around my waist sometimes and another time around my shoulder when he greets me but that's all. I am lucky to have a thoughtful fatherly type landlord who says he must keep watch over me being so young and on my own."

Her complete innocence is what Josette is looking for and raises the secretary's hopes of finding the perfect attractive young woman somewhat pure as the driven snow so Jacques Pardie, an expert in erotica, can influence her and teach her. 

"Oh Josette, please don't tell Sir I am like a schoolgirl being so inexperienced in adult things. He is such an important man he must meet lots and lots of women who are so experienced in life and he would not know about my very sheltered upbringing. I was raised in an orphanage and only released when I turned 18 to go out and support myself. Since then I stay living by myself in a small unit in the Indian quarters and working in lowly paid jobs. 

"Luckily, the landlord there was so kind to me by reducing my rent to next to nothing to help me get started in life. He said he didn't want to lose me as a tenant as I was too cute to be looking around the streets for cheap accommodation, not knowing what sort of people I could run into."

"Tell me Selina, does this man often stop to talk to you and try to keep you in his company as though he has some special interest in you?"

Selina looks puzzled by the question. "He does ask me sometimes in for a cup of tea as he lives alone, but he is not interested in me as a woman I'm sure, just as a tenant. But he does ask me every time if I have met someone yet. He thinks I do not need a man in a hurry as for my age I should just please myself, whatever he means by that."

"But I think he looks out for me and wants to make sure I don't get led astray. He even bought me a vibrating toy he said I could use if I ever wanted to and didn't even ask me to pay him for it. He just said girls my age use them a lot but I never before saw such a toy before in the shape of a man's thing."

"Oh that's interesting Selina, and did you ever use it?" 

"Not at first but one afternoon the landlord came by to deliver a pot plant he thought I could use on the window ledge and he brought me in a glass of goat's milk and asked me to try it as goat's milk is supposed to be very good for my complexion. I've never tasted goat's milk and it tasted strange but I drank it so not to offend him. He said it was loaded with lots of nutrients that women often use on their face as well as other things that will boost my energy and make me feel very good.

"I got used to it each time he brought me in another glass most nights. I said he shouldn't fuss over me like that but he said he once had a daughter my age but she died in an accident and he missed fussy over her. I just let him keep fussing provided he didn't want anything from me like sex. That would horrify me."

"Selina that's very interesting but you didn't say if you actually used the vibrating toy he gave you."

"Oh, I'm sorry; I was leading up to that. Yes, I did a week after he gave it to me. It was not that long after the kind landlord came in with the pot plant and he gave me the goat's milk to drink. That evening I felt so happy and joyous but I don't know why and I got this intense urge to satisfy myself. That's when I took out this toy and tried it. 

"Josette, you must think I am a very boring sort of girl being a virgin and so inexperienced but I do try to get sexy with myself in front of my bedroom mirror. I started using the vibrating toy watching myself. It was such fun."

The French secretary laughs but not to mock her. "Selina I think that is so cute. So when was the last time you played with yourself in front of the mirror?"

"Last night sometime after the landlord came around with some food for the pot plant, and more goats' milk!" 

"Let me tell you something Selina, goat's milk is good for you but not that good that by itself it makes you feel like having sex but I think somehow there is a connection in another sense."

"Oh, I didn't mean to imply I was having sex, I was only turning myself on as I had a real urge to undress and get nasty with myself being on my own. I told you the truth when I said I have never had sex with a man, and I never have. Josette, I am too shy to bring a man back to my room as he would discover how inexperienced I am and I could not properly please him.

"In a way it rather frightens me the thought of it. Of course, in my room no one can see me and I can do things to get excited about myself. I get by that way."

Josette is more and more convinced that this pretty young thing is just the kind of au pair girl Jacques is hoping to find. A good looking natural girl of about 20 who is totally inexperienced in sex and still a virgin, pure of mind with a curvaceous figure and a submissive nature.

"I think I am coming to like you for your honesty especially, young lady but getting back on track now, because everything I ask you from this moment is strictly because it relates to the work role you are applying for. 

"I have to tell you that Mr Pardie has asked me to ask you this next question for a reason. "Will you please undress so I can take your measurements, your breast size, hips and waist and your height?"

Selina is not sure what to do and panics inside. "Oh, oh, I didn't know I'd be asked to undress; I am a modest person who cannot possibly undress in front of someone. Do I really have to? I've never undressed in front of anyone before. Why is it necessary?" 

"Selina, how anxious are you to be picked for this position? It is an exciting opportunity for a young woman your age, is it not?

"Oh I so need to win this job I can't explain just how much it will mean to me. Will Mr Pardie be mad if I don't undress?"

Josette smiles wryly. "He is in charge, not me. I just carry out his orders. Now you must undress so I can see exactly what he could be getting if you were his au pair girl."


Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 02



The erotic awakenings of a totally naïve Singapore virgin based on certain actual events and a real main female character under fictional disguise. It contains essential extravagant embellishments in parts to maintain sexy pace. First time readers should click on my author's name and read chapter 1 first to understand why the main character Selina is a sitting duck for being suckered.

(In Chapter 1, the not-so-bright but otherwise sexy young virgin applies for a job as an au pair girl to a French couple. The position is with a masterful lover-type French photographer famous for his erotic art work in still photography. His French secretary Josette is to ring Selina's landlord about midday to say if she got the job).

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The morning after being interviewed Selina hops out of the bath and walks about her bedroom unable to contain her anxiety. She always runs a cleaning cloth over the huge mirror built into the wall every time she takes a bath and before dressing to make it a habit not to forget keeping it spotless as it makes her room seem larger. 

Today is her biggest chance in life and she's asked the landlord to bang on her wall when he receives the call she is expecting. After some tiring clean-up work on a stinking hot day she decides to laze about and read her latest romance novel wearing nothing but her oversize men's cotton shirt for cooler comfort. It comes to just an inch below the tops of her shapely thighs, qute revealing lying down but hiding her buttocks and front area standing up. She always sleeps in these garments as they are comfortable on her and she has no man to please. Without her bra and panties she feels free as a breeze on this hot summer morning. She lies against her pillow to get back into the saucy romance novel she started three nights ago. 

The combination of tiredness after a bad night's sleep, a hot day and reading for two hours makes her doze off just before 11 o'clock. She awakes with a fright to a loud banging noise. "What's that!" she calls. Then she snaps out of her slumber and realises it's the landlord banging on the wall to let her know he's answered a phone call for her.

"Oh my God, it must be Josette!" she says aloud, admonishing herself for dozing off and not being ready for the call. She panics. "I can't keep her waiting. What to do? What to do?" I must not let the landlord see me like this, but I must go quickly or she will be impatient with me again"

She banks on the Indian landlord not taking any notice of her attire as many girls wear men's shirts over their underwear and she thinks he is such a kindly old man. Selina always talks to herself as if she has company. It takes away some of the loneliness. "I must run or Josette will think I'm making her wait." She dashes out of the door and around to the corner where the landlord holds the door open for her. 

"You have a friend on the phone, someone who must speak to you straight away," he calls to her as she rushes up to him, her firm 36-inch breasts swaying gently from under the thin cotton fabric. She's in such a hurry to answer the phone disaster strikes when she brushes past the landlord. She jags the bottom part of her shirt against a protruding piece of aluminium where the security screen was once damaged by a would-be burglar. 

In her rush and forward momentum she realises she is caught so she pulls hard without thinking and her shirt not only rides up her back to show the landlord a perfectly shaped bare bottom she tears a large piece out of the shirt, leaving a six-inch long patch caught on the piece of aluminium. It leaves the left side of her youthfully shaped hips exposed.

Waking up in a panic was bad enough and tearing a hole in her shirt on the way past the door heightens her anxiety and rush to pick up the phone. The Indian landlord can't believe his luck seeing this happen. Catching a glimpse of her naked flesh right next to him sends his pulse racing just as much as seeing her in the nude through the wall over the past 18 months. 

He thinks she's dressed deliberately in nothing but a man's shirt to reward him for the goat's milk and pot plants he gives her. He's wrong, but doesn't know that in his chauvinistic desire to see more. He points to the phone where he put it deliberately on the floor hoping to see some leg by her taking the call sitting down. 

"There it is. I don't have a pedestal for it so here's a cushion to sit on." He quickly hands it to her making sure it's one not designed to sit on being small and covered in a slippery satin smooth cover.

Poor girl, she's already flustered knowing Josette must wonder what's keeping her after she sleeps in without being fully dressed for the call and then rips her shirt on the way through the door. It's enough to completely unnerve her and she drops the cushion near the phone receiver and aims her bum on to it. As luck (for him) and bad luck (for her) would have it, she misjudges her attempt to sit down gracefully in her clumsy rush. She slides off the back edge of the high cushion and lands on top of the handset receiver, her legs flying up and outwards

It happens in an instant but seems to unfold like a slow motion event for the delightfully surprised landlord as her shirt falls back to almost her navel exposing herself completely. Selina's panic worsens, realising she is on top of the handset. Breathless, she rolls over to get her balance, her head momentarily touching the floor as she gets to her elbows, her bare arse up in the air pointing unintentionally at the greatly gratified landlord. The caller is still waiting after dialling five minutes ago.

The gleeful landlord has remarkably and so unexpectedly witnessed her cherished private parts up close and personal from the front and now from the back as the unfortunate young innocent slips on her left elbow in her rush to grab for the phone receiver. Her conservative nature takes a back seat in more ways than one as she doesn't think about how she is unwittingly exposing herself. Her only concern is to pick up the phone and pray Josette is still there and she gets the job. It's the only thing in her mind dominated by blind panic.

Fearful the caller will hang up, she doesn't try to get up and waste more time; instead she stays on the floor, rolling to one side and grabbing the phone as if she's trying to strangle it. For the landlord this is better than a night at the opera and no need to use little binoculars to see what's on stage. He's in the dress circle position, Selina's feet pointing at him just six feet away and her shirt caught up halfway to her navel. Her gaze is fixed on the phone receiver but his gaze is fixed on the remarkable sight of her hairless pussy, its delectable sweeping cameltoe curve descending between her legs like a bend on a roller coaster. It's a sight to almost send him off the rails.

She trembles nervously as she puts the phone to her mouth and speaks in a tentative, shaky voice. "Hello, this is Selina," she almost whimpers.

"Ello," comes a baritone sounding male voice. She's expecting only Josette's voice and a feeling of despair sweeps through her thinking she's missed out. 

"Ello, is that you Selina?"

"Hello," she stutters. Yes this is me, who is calling?" 

"This is Jacques Pardie, my secretary Josette interviewed you yesterday. Are you still interested in coming with us? We have a lovely position available for you" 

If the Frenchman could see how she is answering the phone and unintentionally baring her personal assets to the landlord's eager gaze, he could have said, "we have another lovely position for you."

Selina is finally coming to her senses. "Oh yes sir, oh yes sir, very much. I am sorry I held you up on the phone, I had to come a long way to answer it from next door."

His voice is so reassuring to her, momentarily mesmerising her. "That is all right. Do not worry about anything. You are going to be my au pair girl. I will take care of everything. Tell your landlord I will pay him three months rent in advance so he can release you from further commitment. I have his number and will talk to him later. I expect you to be ready to be picked up at your front door on Thursday morning 9 am. Can you do that?"

"Oh yes, oh yes. I will be ready. I will tell my landlord, he is here now and I am so pleased. Thank you sir, thank you so much. I am so excited."

"Good," he replies. "It is good to know you can get excited. I look forward to finding out more about you. I expect you to be ready precisely at 9am the day after tomorrow. Good day for now."

"Yes, thank you sir. I will be ready. Good day."

She lies in the same position as if frozen to the spot, still holding the phone to her ear after he has gone hardly believing her luck. The landlord is thinking the same thing from his point of view.

The Frenchman's voice so much captivated her senses she just stares in wonderment about what it means to her. It's a new start, a new future. Someone wants her. The warm calm way he spoke to her when she was so panic stricken sends a little flutter in her heart. 

Never before has a French man ever spoken to her and his accent, the tone and commanding confidence in his voice gives her goose bumps knowing he wants her to work for him. Finally, she drags herself to her feet looking strangely radiant for someone so completely clumsy in front of the ever-smiling landlord.

She is still in a state of high excitement though and so is he but in a different way for a different reason. Without thinking, she throws her arms around the Indian and cuddles him talking excitedly. She is still oblivious to the way she is dressed, a rare moment in her life but seemingly overshadowed by an event taking her total attention for good reason. 

"Oh Mr Singh, I have just got a new job and it sounds so wonderful, I can't wait. I am so excited. I must get my breath. But oh, I must leave soon. I must put on my dress. My new employer is picking me up on Thursday morning and I only have today and tomorrow to get everything ready. Mr Pardie will ring you for arrangements for me to vacate. He will pay you three months in advance so I can leave almost immediately."

The landlord knows his fun is coming to an end but the tail end of her 18 months living on the other side of his bedroom wall seems to be a good consolation. "I will be so sorry to see you go," he says in a sullen tone. "You have been a most happy to have tenant. I will be missing to see you."

"I will miss you too, Mr Singh, but I am so excited just now I don't know what to say. I must get back and start cleaning things up. Goodness, I haven't even made my bed and it's now time to eat"

The landlord is running out of time so he must make the best of what's in front of him. "Yes it is time to eat. I am so hungry I could eat you. Please don't go just yet, I was about to make myself a sandwich so will you please join me? You can spare your dear old landlord just a few more minutes of your time. Allow me to help share your excitement. This must be a big moment for you and you must tell me about it."

She is a sucker for an old dog who likes to learn new tricks. "Oh all right Mr Singh but you must not be unhappy to lose me. You will soon get someone else in my place. There are lots of girls my age looking for budget accommodation. I just hope whoever you get will be as good for you as I hoped to be."

The irony of her comment almost makes him splutter. "Oh yes you were very good. You did please me very much and so much so I cannot say. I will miss you." She's thinking of her virgin qualities as an angel in behaviour and he's thinking of her virgin qualities as a heaven sent angel with devilish desires when aroused.

She follows him to the kitchen as he makes them each a fresh salad sandwich. "Now come with me and sit with me while we eat," he says leading her back into his living room where two armchairs are positioned at angles. He points to the full recliner one. "Here, you sit here and I'll move my chair around so we can face each other as we talk. But first, please eat your sandwich as you need to keep your energy up and tell me about your new job."

She tries to hide the fact she is blushing as she comes to terms with how she is dressed in his apartment, and keeps her knees close together hoping he will not look at her legs. As she bites into her sandwich she glances down and sees how bad the torn shirt looks on her left hip where it is bare, beautiful and for him, so advantageously exposed. She tries to discretely pull the shirt lower than where it sits at the tops of her legs but can't.

Even with her knees close together, her well developed breasts and jutting nipples makes the shirt shorter than it would be on a similarly slim but small breasted girl. The shirt sits in a straight line across the tops of her legs and it's impossible to hide her pussy even with her legs together so between bites of her sandwich she tries to place her left hand in her lap pointlessly trying to disguise her situation just in case, she thinks, he might look there. She is feeling self conscious but tells herself he is such a gentleman and once had a daughter her age so he would surely not be interested in looking at her there. 

He cleverly distracts her attention to look at different things in the room so he can look 'there' while she is looking sideways. "Now tell me about your new job, it must be exciting for you," he says as they look eye to eye again.

"It is a new job for a big businessman who travels a lot and him and his partner Josette -- they are both from France -- need an au pair girl to help around their house. I am the lucky girl they chose, isn't that wonderful!"

"Oh yes, that is very wonderful," says the man originally from Bombay. "They will be very lucky to have you."

"Oh Mr Singh I am so excited because as you know I have not had good jobs before and they will pay me well to live in so I don't need to ever rent again. Of course I don't know what is expected of me yet but Josette says not to worry as after a while I could do the job standing on my head. That makes me think it will only be hard some of the time and they will help me learn so I am so lucky to have a boss who will tolerate my lack of work experience."

The Indian can only imagine, believing that many Frenchmen consider themselves the world's most erotic leaders in sex. She looks to him for an answer about au pair roles. "Mr Singh, you do know me for a while now, do you think I can make a good au pair for Mr Pardie being such a busy and successful businessman?

"Oh Selina, that is not for me to say and it will be proven by how you go about your duties. All I can say is that an au pair girl in the French tradition is very much like a French ménage a trios in that she may be seem like a servant but she's not. She is more important to a husband and wife and may even sleep in close quarters."

"What is a ménage a trios? It sounds very nice does it not?"

"Ah my young friend, I am sure you will face many happy moments ahead and as an au pair to them you will be shown what to do and sometimes even helped. A ménage a trios is like, you know, in love the eternal triangle. Imagine a man, a woman and another woman in harmony."

"If it means loving my job and working for the man that must be what you mean so I can be in harmony with them. The eternal part sounds like it could be a lasting position, not like my previous jobs. I can't wait. 

"Josette, his secretary says my job requires being on hand morning, afternoon and night in case I'm needed. I must show I'm capable in the job if I come quickly when they need me; not like today. That was shocking of me; I am lucky Mr Pardie did not hang up just waiting and waiting."

"Selina, you should not worry too much. I am sure you will come when they want you. Yes, I am positive you will satisfy them as your beauty will carry you through many great moments in your life."

"Thank you for your faith in me, but that's why I must live-in and maybe get a bigger room than here. Oh, I will miss the wonderful big mirror in my bedroom, ha sorry, your bedroom as you own it not me," she laughs, never to know the irony of her words until years later.

"I remember you saying it cost you a lot of money being so big and actually built into the wall quite different to other mirrors. Being so special like that I make it my daily habit every time I have my morning or evening bath to clean the mirror top and bottom and side to side even before I ever get dressed from my bath. I do that by habit as once I get out of sequence I might forget and mirrors can be hard to clean once they get dirty."

"He grins broadly. "I must agree with you sometimes mirrors can get very dirty. Your attention to detail there will hold you in good stead in your new au pair job I am very sure."

She blushes at his modest praise. "Oh dear Mr Singh you say the kindest things, but I must try to be most attentive when I start my new job. This is my best chance in life. Do you know they interviewed about 30 others for the job and I won? I still can't believe my luck."

"It may not be luck my friend, it's because you have the looks of a beauty queen and your sheer innocence for your age makes you like sweet candy with such a pleasing manner."

Selina smiles appreciatively but is lost for words when it's about herself. "Mr Singh I always try hard but sometimes I get things wrong and get angry with myself. But I think I am just lucky for once as many girls would be more attractive than me and be more confident. I am not a very confident person as I always think if someone is looking at me when I am doing something I feel guilty as if they are judging how good I am. Yes, it does make me a bit nervous but I must not show them that side of me."

"No, you must not. You are not at the check-out counter of the supermarket now, but I feel I know you well enough to be sure they will see the best side of you. The part that makes you stand out and will please them for selecting you, not someone else."

Thank you for thinking of me in such a way. Yes, I will put my best foot forward and not be clumsy like I was when I rushed to the phone and looked silly in front of you by falling over. I must be more elegant and show more maturity."

"Do not punish yourself too much Selina, you are better than you believe you are. I for one think you are maturing very nicely into your adulthood. Be proud of yourself." He sees she is more relaxed now as she wriggles backwards to lean against the support of the recliner armchair, not noticing he set it back at a 30-degree angle.

For a moment when she feels no immediate support behind her and suddenly fears she is going to fall over again. A look of relief comes over her face when she feels the armchair support now against her back but she is leaning back far more than she intended, her feet barely touching the floor and her shirt riding up slightly higher to the top of her nicely raised pubis mound.

"Oh, I seem to have trouble sitting down today don't I," she laughs nervously, belatedly putting one hand in her lap to disguise her situation. "I did make such a fool of myself falling over on the floor after running into the door on the way in," she says apologetically. 

"You were just in a hurry; it happens," he replies trying to keep her sitting here so awkwardly for as long as possible. Only a naïve, gullible girl unsure of herself, eager to please and not wise to the world of voyeurs like Mr Singh would sit it out in such a compromising position in the hope he can't see her genitals. Selena is a classic example.

He is staring at the way her nipples are poking out against the flimsy white cotton of the shirt. He is wondering how he can get his hands on her breasts, even if just for a moment after seeing her up close in the mirror from his side of the wall. Then he gets a fright. His bedroom door is open and he must shut it in case she can see into his room and realise he can see directly from there into her bedroom through the two-way mirror built into the wall, one that works like a mirror while on his side it's just a clear picture into the other room. 




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 02



"Excuse me a moment while I shut a door, I can feel a draft, he says as an excuse to not just shut the incriminating door to the evidence of his 18 months of spying into her bedroom, but to make use of his erection painfully constrained inside his pants from the unintentional pleasure she's been giving him.

He uses the opportunity to prepare a glass of goats' milk for her but barely has time to desperately pull off a whopper load of his own milk being so turned on by her. He stirs his regular top-up vigorously so, like on other occasions, she is unaware he's blended his own similar coloured ingredients into the milk. He tucks his flagging erection back into his pants and returns somewhat triumphantly to the room. He will be everlastingly grateful to watch her drink his cum, ever smiling as she is, knowing that the drink is good for her.

"Here you are Selina, I had just enough goats milk left so you should drink it straight away as it's best fresh from going into the glass. Yes, it's a bigger glass than normal but I had more than I expected so I decided to let you have it all. You are young and need it more than me and I can always get more."

"You are too thoughtful Mr Singh, thank you. "Oooh, I must say goats' milk really tastes different. Not like cows' milk at all. It is much sharper in taste but I've got used to how funny it tastes now thanks to you going out of your way for me. It goes down well anyway."

He watches her swig the last mouthful and offers him the empty glass back. He feels horny just knowing she has taken his cum again.

"Thank you, I never tasted goat's milk until you started giving it to me you know. I almost bought some from a shop feeling guilty that you should give it to me free but then I thought you might be offended as you insisted I let you fuss over me like that."

"Selina, it is my little offering to you from a man much older than yourself as a token of my appreciation having such a delightful tenant who is no trouble."

"Mr Singh I'm sure you would do the same for your next tenants as you are so nice a man. If she is a young lady like me struggling financially she might well appreciate your thoughtfulness."

They chat about nothing for a few minutes and she realises she must get back to her chores after constant fidgeting to look more modest the way she is sitting back in the big recliner. "I must go, Mr Singh, I feel so full now and there is much to think about and I must get dressed properly, I feel so foolish in this silly torn shirt."

"Before you go, may I suggest you don't wear that torn shirt out of here in case someone sees you and thinks I have been up to no good. I have a very good reputation and would not like anyone to think that so I will give you something proper to cover you up."

"That is very thoughtful Mr Singh. Yes, I will wait." He returns a minute later with an ankle length Indian robe. "That should do the job of covering me up," she laughs, as she tries to sit up. "Now how do I get out of this chair? I am so far back I can't seem to sit up."

"Just stay there a moment and I'll adjust the recliner, I'm not used to this thing I usually leave it in the one position," he lies. 

He purposefully gets behind her and lets it drop back suddenly, apologising profusely for adjusting it the wrong way. Selina finds herself suddenly on her back again, her shirt halfway to her navel this time. Before she can move from her prone position, he shouts in mocked alarm, "quick, that spider, that rotten big spider I've been trying to catch it all week. I think it's a dangerous one." 

Selina shrieks, kicking her legs up in the air trying to sit up. "Where is it? Where is it?" 

"I'll get it!" he shouts almost tripping over his drooling tongue as she tries to get up off her back. She makes it to a sitting position as he shouts again. "There it is! It's on the bottom of your shirt! Quick! Lift your arms up high and I'll get it." 

Selina screams in fright and instinctively throws her arms up high in panic as he grabs her shirt on both sides and drags it triumphantly over her breasts and head and throws it to the floor. He stomps on the shirt to make it look good as she sits rigid, trying to cover her breasts with her hands. "I think I got it!" he shouts and throws the shirt into the corner. "It is one of those dangerous ones that can make you very sick."

Bursting into tears she cries out, "How horrible, how horrible!""What if it's already bitten you somewhere?" he suggests convincingly.

"Selina is mortified by the possibility with nothing on under her shirt. Her panic turns to near seizure and her head spins. She feels suddenly dizzy and goes into a panic attack. She's frantic about spiders and the possibility one bit her pushes her towards a blackout on top of the previous upsets. Realising she is suddenly naked in another man's room is all too much and it hits her in the head like a boxer's clenched fist

He sees the glazed look in her eyes as she starts to lean sideways and is about to fall to the floor. He rushes to her. "Don't fall off the seat, you are fainting. Did the spider bite you? I'll hold you up," he blurts, putting both hands around her firm bare breasts to stop her going over the side of the armchair. "Quick, better you lie down for a moment until you get your bearings; I'll help you."

This landlord is not backward in coming forward. This is better than a year's rent he thinks to himself knowing there is no spider, but she believes him. He knows he hasn't lost his touch. 

"Selina, you must trust me. This is your landlord Mr Singh", he says to her face to dramatise the situation as her eyes keep blinking in a state of utter confusion and induced panic attack. "You are fainting but if the spider bit you there will be a small lump or a reddish spot on your skin. You must trust me to look for it to know if you're safe.

At this stage he could sell ice to Eskimos as he pours drama and a sense of urgency in his voice. It is his finest moment and her worst.

"It could be anywhere on your body, you must have been sitting almost on top of it," he suggests to ensure she fears it bit her somewhere personal not wearing anything under her shirt. "If I find it I can put something on it so you don't get sick. Do you understand? I must feel all over your skin for any bite lump. You trust me to find it? Yes you do?

She nods weakly. "If I find no lump or mark I have saved you from the spider, so I must look now and closely. You will feel me moving my hands over your body so don't be alarmed. I am trying to save your life as it could be a little mark and I must not miss any part of you." He is so convincing she is literally helpless in his hands.

"Now shut your eyes and relax. I can start? Yes? " She nods her head again as if she's a long way away, her eyes shut and seemingly oblivious to his charade. She is falling for it, he thinks. The conniving Indian couldn't have picked a more gullible person for his fearless act of voyeurism. Suddenly out of nothing, he has this good looking young woman lying at his fingertips completely naked, so beautiful, and so sexy, so inviting, so trusting and allowing him to feel all over her body for a spider bite that doesn't exist.

He moves quickly before she becomes too aware and gets frightened. He pushes her feet apart so he can run the open palm of his hand up the insides of her thighs, around the top and down the sides. He wants to feel the shapely legs he's always admired, every inch of them. At first he doesn't try to touch her vagina in case that alarms her and the game is up but he soon realises she is not fully awake and he is just inches away from her honey pot He bends close and sniffs the sweet aroma of her sensual sexuality. Her pussy sits up so prominently with fat outer labia lips and a high swell on her pubis area. Her clitoris stands out with the glans just at the edge of its hood and looking quite sizeable on her Asian frame. He imagines when it's erect it must stick out prominently.

He goes to her breasts while time is on his side and she is not fully aware. This is a wonderful moment for the Indian. His hands move over and around the fullness of them, amazed at their firm, yet supple feel. He runs fingers back and forth across her nipples, eye popping at their size on such a young slim body. He spares not one inch of flesh feeling around her breasts then moves to her shoulders, sides and abdomen before ever so lightly, ever so carefully going down her groin both sides of her vulva. 

"Selina, I must roll you over on your side to check the back of your legs and your back, but so far so good. This last part will tell." She is partly conscious but he seems miles away. She nods weakly, or at least he thinks she nods so he continues. He manages to turn her on her side and marvels at the beauty of her body in this new position, her breasts so straight and pointy. He runs the palms hands around her upper and lower back and then gradually, ever so carefully and gently, swivels her into position face down. 

What a magnificent arse, he drools again at what he saw a bit further back on the floor, only this is even better. He can feel her as he roams across her full, tight cheeks. He presses more heavily here and with tempting audacity separates her cheeks right at the base of her backside to make her pussy lips open for him. He does this several times while he can get away with it and each time he squeezes outwards with increased pressure to make the outer labia and inner lips open much wider.

He gently rests her on her back and sees she is coming out of her stupor. He has felt all her body except one place and he's desperate to touch her there now she plans to vacate her apartment. She looks at his face in a mysterious confused way. "Where is the spider, the dangerous one? Did you get it? Did it bite me anywhere?" she murmurs.

"Yes I got it," he lies. "It was a horrible black one but it's dead now and I've checked nearly all of you to make sure except for one place."

"Where? 

"Where you were sitting, he must have been just crouched under the cover right near your bum"

"Oh no! I don't know what to do. Can't you tell?" 

"Selina you must know this is important and you must trust me. I must check on your little pussy as I saw it run up your shirt from right between your legs. Do I have your permission to check there in case?"

"Oh Mr Singh I am so embarrassed, this is terrible I feel sick. But you must check but it horrifies me in case you find something on my most private part. Please never tell anyone this happened and I was like this I feel so ashamed. What if I have to go to hospital? How could I explain being undressed?"'

"Selina, just lie back and stop worrying. Look, shut your eyes while I have a good look for any signs. Now don't panic as I must feel your tender place so very carefully as it is so vulnerable and a mark will be hard to detect unless I probe properly. Pray I find nothing wrong."

"Hurry, just hurry," she replies. "I feel so sick, so ashamed of myself. I can't stand to watch. Just hurry." She doesn't just shut her eyes; she puts her hands over them much to his delight as he glances at how beautiful she looks close-up nude, her upright breasts making an unforgettable image in his mind. 

He moves her legs apart so he can see from the top of her pristine pussy right to her pristine looking anus and for a moment, just stares like a starving beggar invited to a feast. He moves his fingers gingerly along both sides of her outer labia and puts both hands sideways in a vertical position and gently squeezes inwards so the fatter outer lips squeeze into her vagina, causing her clitoris to stand out more for his liking. He just likes to see her fat pussy like this but then slowly moves his fingers over the entire surface of her pussy, across the swell of her hairless pubis mound and follows the curve downwards and with two fingers straddles the length of her clitoris to the crack in her vagina, using gentle downward pressure to separate the clitoral hood from the outer labia. 

He gently pulls her inner lips apart exposing the inner sanctum of her virgin pussy and taking a long lasting look inside her most prized portal.He lets the inner labia relax again and wets a finger to run it lightly up the centre of her vaginal crack from the bottom to the top, going in fingernail deep all the way.

He gets to her clitoris and puts his hand flat above it and pushes it upwards so the skin drags away from her clitoris and makes it sit up more exposed than ever. In case she is nervous about what he's doing and is now wide awake he says with an air of concern "Oh, what's this, I had better check this closely. It could be something after all. I must probe more closely."

She hears him and freezes, believing he may have found a bite mark so she braces herself as she feels his fingers moving around and over and about her clit glans as it becomes gradually hard and fully erect from the way he has been feeling her body and over the surface of her genitals.

"Is there something there," she murmurs, afraid to get an answer? "I'm not sure, I'll go over that part again as it looked like a mark there," he lies in reply as his fingers move and forth across her now fully emerged head of her clit. It's erect because of his prolonged stroking around all her erogenous zones and the highly sensitive erectile tissue about her clitoris glans despite her not feeling sexy due to her frightened state of mind. 

He satisfies his lust while the going is good and he looks up at her beaming with a broad Indian smile. "You can look now Selina, it was not a spider bite, I've sure you are safe."

"Are you really sure, did you have a proper look?" she asks with innocent naivety, trying to cover her nudity yet again in useless modesty. "Oh yes, I am very sure. Yes indeed I did have a proper good look and I am proud to say I may have saved you just in time."

"Oh Mr Singh what must you think of me after that. I am so ashamed lying here undressed in front of you. How can I ever look you in the eye again? I am really a decent woman despite how I look. Will you ever forgive me for coming into your abode not properly dressed? 

"Of course I can forgive you. It was not your fault a nasty spider was on your shirt making me pull the shirt over your head and throwing it away so I could stomp on the spider. Besides, it was very decent of you to trust me to check that the spider left no marks on you so never believe you are not a decent woman."

I must go Mr Singh. I can't thank you enough for being such a gentleman. I am lucky you saw the spider when you did. My modesty is in tatters I fear but..."

He interrupts, "but it's most important you are safe from danger. Is that what you wanted to say?" 

"I guess so, I think so," she stutters as he tosses her the long robe to wear back to her quarters. She turns her back to him to put the robe on as if it's a way of gaining back some of her lost modesty. 

"I really must go Mr Singh," she says yet again, now more than ever anxious to get back to her own privacy. "I am so sorry for putting you to all that trouble with the phone and having to search for the spider. I must apologise that you saw me like this. Please don't tell anybody."

He assures her he won't and she hurries back to her quarters thankful to be behind her own door again. He suddenly jumps to his feet realising he must place an urgent advertisement in the Straits Times to get a new tenant The show must go on after losing Selina.

He goes to the kitchen and writes his advertisement under the heading of rentals. 'FEMALE STUDENTS ONLY' Low cost clean unit in Butik Batok area close to shops, rail, buses, security doors. Absolute privacy. Boyfriend visitors allowed. Can accommodate 2 young ladies in share rent. Special concessions for working teens."

He adds his phone number and telephones it through to the newspaper so it will appear in the morning. 

The following morning Selina wakes early knowing she must get packed to leave the next morning. Landlord Singh is up early too. He's just had the greatest Tuesday of his entire life, going to bed recounting everything that fell in his lap without asking. He thought just putting a cushion on the floor for his young neighbour to sit on might give him a chance to see some of her legs above the knee if she sits there to his advantage. He could never contemplate how it would turn out. 

Selina is unaware that he's already received visits from six prospective new tenants coming to the manager's address. He tells every one of them that he's sorry but the apartment has just been taken. He gladly lies until he gets the kind of tenant he hopes to attract. It is midday and he's taken the phone number of the two previous callers in case he is forced to let it to one of them. They are students but physically have nothing to offer him in comparison to Selina's beauty and figure.

It isn't until 2pm that fortune favours his devious desires. Not one, but two students turn up hoping the rental is still open. Latecomers Mandy and her seemingly younger friend called Sherrie turn up to make his day wearing joggers, short miniskirts and bare midriff style half length white button up shirts revealing their navels on flat brown stomachs. Their provocative dress style suggests to him they are like this to be favoured as preferred tenants in case they have competition for the budget rent.

They claim to be both 18 year-old students soon to be looking for work and beg him to let them take the rental as they are desperate.

"Are you sure you girls are really 18, looking at the taller one. Your friend doesn't look it?" he asks, even though in Singapore the legal age for sexual consent is 16. Students that age are more trouble than they are worth and can cause trouble so he sets the bar at 18 for his own good. But he decides to test them.

Mandy, the taller one with the ponytail that falls down between her shoulder blades and literally boasting breasts bigger than Selina's, assures him she is. Sherrie, the younger looking of the two with her long black hair falling loose past her shoulders and her hair in a fringe over her forehead, says she turned 18 last week. Typically slim Asian builds only both more buxom than most. He feels lucky.

"Show me your proof of age," he says as he ushers them into his office. You must have something to show me how old you really are," he says. Neither girl can produce anything to verify their age but instead they plead with him to trust their word. He looks at Sherrie, the more precocious of the two. "You must be 17 no more and I am a good judge, so what do you say about that?"

"No, I am 18 like I told you. It is true. Look, I show you something." In the twinkle of an eye she unbuttons her blouse and pulls her blouse aside to reveal big puffy nipple breasts of similar size to Selina's, but with darker more raunchy looking nipples. 

"See, this is my proof of age. If I were younger they would not be as big, so you must agree." She buttons her shirt again with a haughty look on her face. 

"Well I suppose I can trust you but no drugs or anything silly going on. This is a respectable place. If you have a boyfriend over that is all right but no loud parties." Both girls are grinning, hitting their hands together in a high five salute. Cheeky.

"Do you have any jobs lined up?" he asks. They look at each other and the ponytail one Mandy shakes her head. "But we are looking and it won't be long," she assures him. "But right now we are very low on money so if we can get concession it would help."

"Okay young ladies, I will feel just a bit sorry for you just this time and allow you one month free rent to get you on your feet."

"Oh you are so kind," Mandy says. "We will try to make it up to you by being good tenants. You will have no trouble with us."




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 02



"There is just a double bed, as it's normally for young couples," he says. "That's all right, we are friends with no secrets," Mandy laughs. To celebrate the two girls kiss each other on the lips, a kiss that lasts more than 10 seconds, while the landlord's mind ticks over.

Mr Singh knows he has chosen well. He takes them around to look at their rental and Selina invites them in, excusing the mess and she is still packing some things away. 

She notices both girls are very pretty and enter the room with their arms around each other. Mandy, the tallest at 5ft 7in can't disguise her 37-inch breasts so noticeable under her tight shirt. Her friend Sherrie is about 5ft 3 with what looks to Selina as a 34-inch set of firm tits held in her bare midriff style top. These girls are not Selina's type, she can tell that instantly. They seem too forward for her liking, but that is purely incidental to her. 

She thinks they are young sluts compared to her own reserved standards. The one called Sherrie seems the cheekiest by attitude. Selina can see through the outline of her thighs through her cheesecake cloth mini and notices she wears a skimpy red thong. The taller one Mandy is wearing a micro length denim skirt but it is tight and not see-through, but comes just inches below the tops of her legs. Selina shudders to imagine wearing something as sexy and daring as that. She can tell they are not afraid to show off their shapely legs.

They tell Selina they will be out looking for a job soon and ask what she does for a living. She tells them she is starting tomorrow as an au pair for a French businessman.

"Oooh," chortles Sherrie. "Ooo-la-la! He might give you a French kiss, I am jealous."

"The landlord says we can move in after lunchtime tomorrow, is that okay?" Mandy asks. "Yes, I am out of here early morning with transport picking me up at nine, so go ahead.

"I'm sorry there is just the one bed."

"Hey " coos Sherrie to her mate, "we don't need two beds anyway, we like to keep warm on cold nights and be cool, really cool, on hot nights!"

Sherrie walks up to the wall length mirror and runs her hand over it. "I've never seen one as big as this. How way out," she says, sounding like the school student she really is. "Yes, it's great," answers Selina. "I believe the landlord went to great expense putting it in to make the room look bigger."

Mandy pipes up, "He told us he is putting a sofa at the end of the bed opposite the mirror tomorrow because he has no room for it. We told him that's cool because we can always sit together on the sofa and look at ourselves in the mirror. Ha ha ha!"

The two young women finally leave and go back to the landlord to complete arrangements. An hour later Selina decides to hand her 'vibrating toy' back to the landlord. She knocks on his door. "Mr Singh I can't possibly take this thoughtful gift you gave me when I start my new job so I have made sure it's clean like new and see, I've put it back in its original container."

"Did you ever get to know how it works," he asks knowingly.

She blushes. "Oh not really but it was so nice of you to offer it. I guess I am not that sort of girl but I think that pair I just met might be. Anyway, would you please take it back? I really never used it but I did take it out and left it on the sideboard just to look at it as I haven't seen a real penis on a man, only in pictures."

"I have a better idea Selina, the new tenants you just met are close to your age and they appear a pair of fun loving wags and they might appreciate it. Maybe if you left it in the package between the two pillows they will easily find it "

"Yes, that looks as though I accidentally left it there. I will put it there first thing in the morning when I make the bed. I think though that cheeky one Sherrie is telling us fibs. I wouldn't be surprised if she's dropped out of school but not game to say. Did she show you proof of age?

"Arr, sort of," he replies in a soft voice. "She showed me her breasts and said they would not be that big if she were not 18"

"Mr Singh, I know I am a naive inexperienced young lady compared to most girls my age but her tits look about the samesize as mine and mine were that big before I turned 18. She is just making iot up to get around you."

"Well I warned them no hanky panky as this is a respectable place and they promised to behave. They will be job searching very soon anyway." He returns the conversation to Selina holding the huge phallic symbol. "I am surprised you did not use it, as most women like these toys," he says candidly.

"Oh no Mr Singh, I didn't want to offend you but I can't bring myself to using sex toys. It doesn't seem natural and I'm sorry to seem so old fashioned and prudish." 

He knows better but he will never let on. The phone rings. It is the Frenchman Jacques Pardie to make arrangements to pay up Selina's rent and give the Indian a healthy bonus for letting her go so readily. Selina heads back to her room with the vibrator clutched in one hand to make sure she can get all her belongings into the one and only medium size suitcase she owns. 

The next morning she places the 10-inch vibrator resplendent in its transparent package between the two pillows where the two saucy new tenants can't help but see it. It is almost nine o'clock and she doesn't want to keep her new employer waiting like last time. 

She closes the door, suitcase in hand, and makes a final visit to Mr Singh. "I think I am going to miss you Mr Singh. You have been so helpful. I only wish I had something I could give you to show my appreciation."

"You already have but there is one little request I have to make this old man happy and remembering you."

"Yes, what is it?" she asks. "Just give me a nice kiss on the lips. Not on my forehead. Just to taste your lips for a moment will make my day."

"Ooh, I didn't expect something like that Mr Singh, but since I have inconvenienced you I will allow you to kiss me instead knowing it will make you happy."

Selina hasn't kissed a man on the lips and doesn't want to look silly again in front of him and put the onus on him to make the move. She is still nervous about anything slightly personal but shuts her eyes as his mouth closes in on her lips. He finds them moist and warm and he presses their lips together just lightly at first, moving a bit to the left and then to the right before planting his against hers more fully like she imagines film stars do when they kiss. The closeness and personal thing that it is sends a nervous shiver up her spine, making her feel uncomfortable as she feels the strength in his arms pulling her tightly against him. He releases himself and smiles into her face.

"You are a beautiful child. I will miss you so much and good luck my dear. I am very jealous of your new boss and you can tell him that."

She laughs and picks up her suitcase, just looking back to give him a final wave and now she stands on the footpath outside their address waiting to be collected by the French couple. It is right on nine o'clock. She sees a white Mercedes limousine approaching and moving over to pull up at the kerb near her. Is this for me? She asks aloud. It is. The only occupant is a chauffer.

Continuing: In Asian Innocence Manipulated Chapter 3, Selina enters a ménage a trios with the French couple and so begins her erotic awakening. Meanwhile her former landlord Mr Singh has two new sexy young women to occupy her apartment and he doesn't waste time adding a new twist to his advance plans as he prepares for their arrival. 



Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 03



IMPORTANT: This series, based partly on real events, is about the strategic and gradual seduction of a young innocent Asian girl by a master in erotic sex and his Paris-born model lover who actually take her into their keeping for three and a half years. They 'take her' over time from a complete sexual novice to a well rewarded passionate sex kitten as their in-house au pair in a quiet upmarket neighbourhood of Singapore without anyone around them there being the wiser. 

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The previous two chapters and this one are about them identifying her potential as a sexual challenge and then drawing her in despite her resistance. So far it's sleight of hand/voice seduction building to sex rather than actual sex acts until chapter 4 about10 days behind this one. Just as the main character, the shy and naive virgin Selina must be conditioned in the mind to want sex; then writing her story, I must condition readers' imagination the need for the slow hand approach. It will be worth waiting for as it's a two-thirds fictional story and one-third factual about a real Asian girl living in the city today. Read on.

She's timid, inexperienced and gullible but just before her 20th birthday beautiful Singapore virgin Selina is on her way to a gradual sexual awakening in her first fulltime job as an au pair servant for Frenchman Jacques Pardie, a highly sought after photographer in erotic art -- and a masterful lover.

Had the job been advertised for a maid she would not have applied but the chance to be an au pair girl in the household for a widely travelled French businessman and his equally experienced 30 year-old ex-model French partner Josette fascinates her. Her overt innocence makes her keen to become part of their ménage a trios, finding out only that she will be welcomed into their household 'as one of the family' and not as a servant in the traditional sense.

Selina's woeful academic record makes her a sitting duck for being sucked in. When she hears that Jacques Pardie wants to hire a young woman her age who's not only a virgin, but gullible, she eagerly proclaims she is good at being gullible, confusing the meaning of the word. Before she even meets her new employer, just the sound of his seductive French accent on the phone tells her he is a man of importance, someone she can look up to and believe and respect in authority. 

She is totally trusting, compliant by nature and wants to be wanted. Yet her perfect facial features of youth and beauty combined, her stunning 36-18-34 inch hour glass figure and shapely legs suggest she's more like a dream come true.

While she's on her way to meet her new destiny, her former landlord Mr Singh is preparing in the north western sector of Bukit Batok to welcome Selina's tenancy replacements, saucy students Mandy and Sherrie who will really make his day. They dropped out of their secondary school education after a scandal in their last year to find work rather than try for college to better themselves. 

He gives them the working teenagers' concession even though they're yet to find work. For the voyeuristic landlord now missing his star tenant Selina, the two busty students get into his good books from the outset by deliberately wearing very short skirts and tops without bras. 

Selina however is standing kerbside on this Thursday looking out for the interesting Frenchman Jacques Pardie to pick her up but he's not behind the wheel or even in the immaculate white Mercedes saloon as it silently stops beside her at the kerb to take her to her new fulltime au pair job. Instead, it's a Singapore national called Jusuf greeting her with a friendly smile, placing her seemingly insignificant medium size suitcase in the massive trunk and opening the rear door for her to meet her new employers.

Apart from their initial greeting nothing is said as the long white saloon heads towards Singapore's central district of Bukit Timah, but she knows this is the more prestigious part of the city for living as the area claims the highest altitude on the island nation. She could never afford to rent anywhere near this part of the city and she's slightly nervous about being such a simple girl and wondering what tests lie ahead for her to maintain a standard this man is accustomed to in his busy life.

The driver senses she is very quiet as if deep in thought. "You seem very shy, have you met Mr Pardie before," he asks to get her talking.

"Oh, I am sorry if I offended you for not speaking, I've always been shy. I was brought up very strict and taught I should not talk to someone above me unless they speak to me first."

The driver laughs. "You are somewhat submissive then? This is what employers like in a maid. You will do well."

"Oh but I'm not a maid. I'm going to be Mr Pardie's au pair girl but it does involve working in the kitchen, yes, and whatever."

The driver knows just enough about French custom and is sure her role as an au pair will be working more closely than among pots and pans in the kitchen and cleaning up things that get spilt elsewhere. "He can be demanding at times I'm sure so you will need to be on your toes as he will want you to be up there with him. He's the kind of person who believes that if you believe you can learn to do anything well."

"Yes, Josette says he was looking for a young lady my age that fitted his preferred description and especially if she's gullible. Luckily for me I am quite gullible. It's one of my strengths."

The driver can that she does not fully understand the meaning of such a simple word as English expression was not her best subject, so he wonders what else she doesn't know or gets wrong. Lucky she's very pretty, he thinks to himself. 

She wants to find out more about him before they meet in a very short time, unaware that Jacques and Josette are waiting for her in a French restaurant just five minutes away from this moment. "He is a very nice man, yes?" she asks.

"I think so," the driver says. "Mr Pardie is quite wealthy. This is just his Singapore residence. He has others for when he travels back to France, and he always stays in a sky home 70 storeys high on the beachfront in Surfers Paradise when he goes to Australia. I think he has real estate interests elsewhere he goes in his work."

"He must work very hard to afford all that," Selina says to be friendly. "Yes, he works hard but he did inherit much from his grandparents with as big interest in producing wine in the Rhone river valley in France where he acquired his taste of beautiful red vintages. He is very articulate and very particular."

This makes Selina twitch her fingers nervously, hoping he won't find her many faults and tire of her quickly, especially the way she panics over little things gone wrong. Even before she sees the Frenchman's kitchen she imagines burning her fingers on the stove or spilling food on the floor. As the Mercedes saloon approaches its destination she reminds herself over and over not to get flustered and to stay confident. She will smile often to look relaxed but will be like a duck serene on the water, but underneath the surface it's different.

Jacques, the 50 year-old athletic looking man who will transform Selina's outlook on life, is sitting in his favourite French restaurant, the Vis-a-Vis in Chun Tin Road, not far from where he resides in upmarket Bukit Timah and with Josette, they are discussing their chosen au pair student.

It's his idea to have her brought to the restaurant even though it's only mid morning and it's not usually open until 11 am. But Jacques is a man of influence, a most welcome regular at the restaurant and as a French national and he's popular there. He will use the restaurant as first step to seduce Selina so subtly that she will not even know he's seducing her. He may seem slow but he never scares the horses. Jacques knows that eroticism dwells in the mind, and he will mine her mind chipping at first and then digging until he extracts what he's after. 

His lover Josette, a former glamour model and 20 years his junior, knows how he works because he worked his masterful slow hand approach on her when they met in Barcelona. The Frenchman is reminded by Josette that Selina will be a real test of his patience because she won't be easy and simply fall at his feet. She's a scaredy cat rather than the sex kitten he envisages. Her long held fear of sex is upheld by her steel trap mind about morality.

She only believes that a man will respect a woman who is virtuous. This pleases him all the more as it enhances his desire to conquer her, but not just for a one night stand, or for an affair, it's for more than three years of live-in debauchery -- if he has his way.He is French, the nation of artful lovers, and she is Singaporean, the nation of the sexually innocent young.

But Jacques, sitting with his lover in the restaurant, is a lateral thinker and plots his own course knowing where he will one day end up with his quarry. If she's worth going after he will take his time so that she doesn't get frightened off as such a novice in close relationships. Bridging a 30-year difference in age in a physical relationship without coercion is not easy. But for all his many years among sexy women in erotic photography, much of the excitement in conceptual eroticism has faded through routine. He needs not just a young, firm nubile female who's a virgin to brighten the flame within but an extremely naive and innocent one to make the opportunity an even greater pleasure in conquest. If he can win her trust he knows it's going to make it easier for his bi lover Josette to enjoy fun times, too. 

Josette understands her man's desire to recapture a part of his youth, to be old at heart, old in knowledge but young in energy and body performance. Jacques is very fit for his age, standing 6 feet 2 inches, lean, muscular, alert and handsome with only grey sideburns cropping a shock of dark brown hair that almost reaches his shoulders. He looks the part, standing out in a commanding sense with absolute confidence like an ageing rock star that hasn't lost his appeal. His confidence is the kind that draws women's attention to his presence. He doesn't chase women, he attracts them. Josette is one that stayed for the ride of her lifetime.

Jacques has so far never been wrong in knowing that in most women there's a hidden desire for lust brought on by fantasies, and that they fantasise about sex more than most men. He will commence to seduce Selina in the very first moments he meets her, but his seduction techniques will go over her head, yet they will plant the earliest seeds of erogenous thoughts in her mind about him. . He will gradually draw her closer and closer to him over the coming minutes, hours and days like a bee to the flower's pollen and she will not know why, except that it will happen. 

The erotic artist knows the power of touch on the human skin and he must initiate a personal bonding relationship with the young Asian girl as a complete stranger to him without her even realising it because when her skin is touched, even in the most platonic way by him, it will produce various unseen responses that will excite her body to automatically produce oxytocins, the emotionally bonding hormone. This will make her feel good around him and make her comfortable in a heart warming way. It is the subtle start that will eventually lead to passionate sex and even further to take her beyond the bounds of mainstream decency.

Looking at his watch, it's time to meet her. "You must go," Jacques tells Josette. "If she is on time the car will arrive any minute. Bring her to me." And within five minutes the white Mercedes saloon trundles along Chun Tin Road and draws into the kerb where Josette is standing. Selina sees her and breaks into a broad smile but wonders why she is standing in the street. The Tamil driver Jusuf opens the rear door and a delectable young lady takes her first steps into the unknown. Josette hugs her. 

"So good to see you Selina, come inside, Jacques and I are taking you to a light mid morning bite so we can spoil you before you have the chance to spoil us when you start your duties." They grin happily at each other but Selina says nothing, too often in the fear of putting a foot wrong so soon. As they enter Josette waves her hands about explaining things. 

"This is Jacques' favourite restaurant because he says it has the world's best onion soup, and besides we don't live very far from here, just up the way a bit off Bukit Timah Road. Selina knows that area has many expensive and fashionable bungalows close to the highest point in the island city. They pass rows of tables resplendently draped in bright white linen table cloth, shining cutlery and sparkling wine glasses for white or red preferences. Selina sees it's a cut above the smaller restaurant where she worked as a table waitress at nights. 

It's unusually empty because it's only mid morning but Jacques convinced the owner, a friend, to open early just for him as he is a big tipping and influentially rich regular who skipped breakfast and will have an early light lunch. This makes gullible Selina think he's hired the whole restaurant just for himself and reinforces in her mind he is a man of considerable power. She could not imagine any customer of her former employer's restaurant doing this. 

He stands to greet her. "Ah, so this is the lovely one I spoke to on the phone. You are even prettier than I imagined," he says as he lifts her right hand and gently kisses the back of it, savouring her soft skin in a mere melting moment for her before he resumes his seat. She blushes at his compliment and the touch of his hand. No one's ever greeted her like it before.

"I am so happy to meet you sir, and I thank you for putting your trust in me," she opens with an air of gaiety. You must forgive me for talking so long to answer the phone on Tuesday. I had some difficulty getting to the phone."

"Do not let that worry you, but you sounded quite upset at the time. Were you thinking of changing your mind?"

"No sir, I actually tripped over coming to the phone and fell on the floor. I felt so silly in front of my landlord." (Ch 2)

"Well, you are here now and you need not concern yourself with things that went wrong somewhere else. We will see you get every chance to learn on the job and get better and better so we will be like one big happy family." He's thinking of the upcoming ménage a trios and the sexual possibilities admiring her natural beauty and well shaped firm breasts but she's only thinking of holding on to the job and the security it means to her. 

"Let me see your hands again, they are quite small aren't they?" he gestures as she holds them out. He gently feels them, tracing his fingers across the palm of each hand,one after the other and moving to her wrists with equally light soothing caresses as if he's an artist looking for imperfections. There are none. The girl feels a little shiver up her spine and looks at his hands touching her skin and at his eyes which seems to study her outstretched fingers.

"Your fingernails are very clean and tidy, I like that," he says in a manner reassuring to her. He then ever slowly runs his fingers up to her bare elbows and back down again. She feels the little shiver again. "Yes, you have beautiful soft skin and I suppose that is you all over?"

She doesn't know what to say at this sudden and unexpected attention. It's so natural, yet so unusual and somewhat disarming so she retreats into her shyness. "I think so sir. I try hard to be ....."

He interrupts. "Comely?"

She doesn't know that comely means wholesome, attractive, and pleasing to the eye, but she thinks it's something good that he likes and since she's anxious to not put a foot wrong she agrees with him. 

"Yes sir, I can come," she replies, mistaking comely for something else but needing to indicate she is not too immature to work for such a world travelled photographer so often encircled by seasoned and sexy women in his life's work. She remembers Josette stressing he wants to hire an au pair girl with the opposite qualities of such experienced women, a totally inexperienced virgin. 

"We are going to try some of this fine restaurant's world class French onion soup," he announces as if it's an order to comply. "You will like it. It's my favourite. It's more like a light meal." He gestures to the owner who takes the order for three.

"This may fill you up my petite one but trust me; you will enjoy it as soon as it touches your lips and your tongue. You must trust my udgement in knowing what is good." Josette smiles and looks at Jacques knowing he is playing his word games to condition her mind crevice by crevice and yet make her not aware of it. 

The young Singapore girl feels strangely comfortable in his company but doesn't want to give any impression that underneath the surface she nervous. She will agree if she thinks she can impress him. "I haven't tried it before but if you say it's good I am sure I will enjoy it." He smiles, thinking ahead, "I am sure you will."

While the three of them engage in small talk waiting for their soup, back at her former address the randy Indian landlord Mr Singh can afford to be more forthright in his crafty plans to make the best of the incoming tenants, students Mandy and Sherrie.He moves quickly to make some improvements -- for him at least -- by putting in place a six feet long sofa that sits at the end of the double bed facing the see-through mirror built into the wall abutting his personal quarters.

These two students seem to be sexy young wags judging by the way they dressed so provocatively when begging him to let them take the vacant unit. He deviously installs two very powerful and cleverly hidden microphones in the room so he can hear the girls talking clearly so he can find out about any of their weaknesses but the main purpose of the microscopic size eves-dropping devices is to possibly hear something better than talking. 

He tests the reception by playing a porn movie at normal conversation level to find out if the sounds of even heavy breathing are clear enough. He races back to his bedroom on the other side of the wall to check and grins greedily as the reception is loud and clear. He could only see Selina masturbating through the back of the mirror from his side but never the sounds of her pleasuring g herself. If these ex-schoolgirls are anything like they seem he's in for a good time.

He makes sure the nine-inch penis shaped vibrator is tucked neatly between the two pillows on the double bed so they will think that Selina, whom they met when looking at the unit, accidentally left it there in her rush to get the place tidied up. Mr Singh is certain that the two well developed girls are either prick teasing opportunists or they are not virgins. The scene is set for their arrival later this day.

At the Viv-aViv restaurant, they finally finish their French onion soup served in a big crock pot with its special ingredients making it more than just soup. "Do I wear a uniform as your au pair girl," she asks.

"Ah, yes, in the French tradition that is so, yet not always," he replies. "For you we think yes, it would be good as you can put aside your weekly wage and bank it to buy other things rather than buy clothes for around our humble abode. But you do not have to wear an apron if that's what you mean, not unless you want to of course.

"We have some lovely delicate feminine things you can wear while working for us and to match your beauty and some even more delicate but savoury surprises for nightwear. The day to day uniform is quite stunning and we had it made especially for you."

"Really? You've made a special uniform just for me? And some nice things to retire into at night? You got all that just for me? But what if it doesn't fit?"




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 03



Josette places her hand on top of the young ones, smiling into the eyes of innocence. "You will remember when I interviewed you at the Crown Hotel in Orchard Road on Monday I took your personal measurements and you were too shy to take things off for me? But you did eventually after making me get testy with you after taking a long time to get you to do it. 

"The reason I needed to see what was under the dress was to be very accurate in your height, size of your breasts, your waist, hips and the girth of your thighs and the exact length of your legs inner and outer to your ankle for the very purpose of having us designing and making clothes that will fit you perfectly in our household. The one I like best is the body suit."

The young one's never looked at erotic clothing and assumes the body suit is a full length suit style dress. "I cannot believe I can be so important to go to all that trouble. I do have a few things in my suitcase but not much really I know. I am short on good things a girl likes to own. I never did earn much money for the nicer things."

"When we arrive back at our humble abode you can keep whatever is important to you in your suitcase but you may wish to throw away all your underwear and nightwear as we have some smashing new things just for you. Okay, what do you wear to bed at night?"

The young Singapore girl is put on the spot having to answer this in front of the Frenchman. She feels like a child. "I only have a cotton nightie and matching briefs for summer but often didn't wear anything on very hot nights, just lying on top of the bed. I was going to buy something really more feminine soon, something made of nylon or silk perhaps but the things I looked at in some stores were rather expensive for me and anyway, who would see me in bed anyway? In winter I wear the two piece pants and top made from warmer material."

Josette pats her on the hand. "Well, now you will have much more to choose from and things that will make you look the most feminine young lady anywhere. You have a beautiful figure and you should be so proud of it. Mmmm. You have a very cute derriere you know, so upright and cheeky."

Selina blushes, her eyes darting at Jacques and darting away as she sees him looking at her. "I cannot imagine myself in something so sexy. It is really not me. I like to be just me and not show off my curves too much in case I appear immodest. I would be just as grateful to be working for sir and getting that wonderful weekly wage but you should not be spoiling me."

He steps into the conversation. "Listen to me. Of course you wish to be modest and you can be as much as you wish to be and that's why I preferred you other those other young women your age. Look, money is no problem to me. I can afford to have you dressed in anything you desire and sometimes something I desire but I must first be sure you can work with us, help us and be good at your job. 

"If you do well I will reward you well. If you stay with us for at least three years when the time comes for you to feel you wish to move on you will leave us with a brand new luxury sports car of your choosing and a full wardrobe of street clothes as a token of our appreciation, and a diamond necklace. But let's not get ahead too far just yet. You have to perform well."

She's dumbstruck by such a proposition, is momentarily speechless and shows it. The French couple deliberately stay silent, making their sex protégé in-the- making repond. They know she will earn those gifts over the time if she learns to trust them and give of herself to them in their erotic ménage a trios. 

"Sir I didn't mean to sound ungrateful, it's just that I might disappoint you and I dearly want to do well." He turns her face gently towards him, his hands lightly touching to the side of her chin bone. "Then it is settled. I will personally take care of you as though you were my own daughter. Was your own father good to you?"

"I don't know. I was handed in as a baby. I've never really had a father. I grew up without knowing my parents."

"That is sad but Josette and I will give you love to endure from our hearts so you can feel close to us and we all belong to each other. What we share you can share with us when the time is right. You will come to express yourself in new ways and grow in confidence. We will help you bring your mind and your body together so you will feel a new sense of fulfilment. Would you like me to help you?"

She's so unsure of herself that any sign of a lifeline to improve her situation is worth grabbing. "Yes sir that would be comforting to me. I do want to fit in."

He smiles and puts his rugged face close to the tip of her nose and he can barely smell the cheap perfume she put on that morning. She feels compelled to let his accent caress her mind and his words sink in as he speaks softly to er. "My dear, you will be special. You will fit in just as I will fit in with you. We will fit perfectly. I can imagine us coming together already and you can embrace the goodness of life and our own. But now, we must go so you can see your private quarters and get a special French surprise."

He steps up to pay the bill and they walk to the door to find their driver waiting outside. The Frenchman sits in the front and the two women take the back seat. "Let's go, Yusuf, or as the English would say, home James and don't spare the horses."

Back at the Indian landlord's place the two girls have arrived and are unpacking.He can hear them talking through the microphones he hid in their bedroom and recognises Sherrie, the slightly shorter but much more precocious of the two. She's laughing about him. 

"That silly old landlord would believe anything; all I had to do was to flash him a quick look at the size of my tits and that's good enough to convince him we're not just high school flops and we're old enough to be working teenagers. Such men are so easy to get around."

He's angry they think he's an easy touch but holds his breath listening to the taller girl Mandy talking back, knowing anyway that sex sells and it suited him to buy their excuse to get the rental concession. They turned up as a sight for sore eyes in their provocative attire and he always suspected it's their way of getting their way in typical young slut behaviour. So different to Selina but good for him just the same.

"Sherrie we'd better be careful though in case he finds out. We've got to get jobs or find money from somewhere or we'll run out within a few months and I don't want to go back home."

"Me neither. I suppose if we have to we can always ask the landlord if he'll pay us to do jobs for him."

"Yeah, good idea, but what sort of jobs are you thinking about? In the kitchen, in the garden, in the bedroom! Ha!" A hand job maybe!"

They are laughing but he's not. This is suddenly serious business. Monkey Business. 

"No Mandy, I mean seriously if ever we get really stuck I have an idea how to get around him and so we can keep our apartment even if we run out of money for a while. You know how most men go agape over schoolgirls, they pull their dick fantasising about something young and fresh. It won't be hard to be what we are but it might be hard for him." They both break into raucous laughter."

"Sherrie we're not exactly virgins you know. My uncle made sure of that and so did your married cousin. The old landlord thinks we're fresh faced kids who know nothing except how to look sexy so we only have to act innocent." 

"I wonder if he's got a big dick or a little one." 

"Doesn't matter, he probably doesn't know how to use it properly anyway. I read in Cosmopolitan magazine that most men don't know how to use their dicks and it's time women told them how to." They put their arms around each other and their mouths meet. 

All the Indian hears is silence, wondering where they've gone. So far he's taken every word in from the other side of the wall but regardless of their insults, he likes what he hears. He waits patiently wondering if his microphones have failed just when it's getting interesting. Suddenly he hears a shriek. Sherrie has discovered the big vibrator left between the pillows that he tried to get Selina to take with her.

"Oh shit Mandy, come and look at this! Come a-n-d l-o-o-k at this! Gosh, it's huge and looks so real. That snobby tart whatever her name is that lived here before has forgotten to take it with her.

"Finders keepers anyway, let's not hand it in, we'll keep it and if she comes back for it we can say we never saw it. She seems such a prude she won't go to the landlord to see if it's handed in."

"Sherrie, it looks brand new. Maybe she never used it."

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course she'd use it, prude or not. Look, the box is already open so she's taken it out. This must be where she keeps it. She probably whacked herself off in front of that mirror."

"I think I can put it to better use than sitting in a box on the bed, I can put it in your box with you lying on the bed." They are laughing and mumbling something he can't hear and their voices trail off as they leave the room so he goes back to what he was doing. He's pleased that so far it's coming together nicely for him. He's getting an insight on their attitudes. So, he ponders, they think I am that old I would not be wise to them and their antics. We shall see about that, he mutters to himself preparing his lunch and scheming. 

Meanwhile Jacques, Josette and Selina are driving into Barker Road, one of the city's more expensive areas where bungalows come at a hefty price. His description of a humble home is a mere understatement as the Mercedes pulls up at the private security gates. It's a two-storey residence with a large sound proof entertainment room, an office, five bedrooms including a maid's room, a huge kitchen and dining area, built-in wet bar, a small gym and huge office with his computers, printers and other technology equipment. A large rumpus area is converted into his studio where he hangs much of his prized erotic photographic art samples and another big area leading off that is locked and kept private. 

The first thing The young Singapore girl feels as she steps inside is that she's stepped into a different world. The entire mansion size- to her -- place is fitted out entirely in French designed furnishings, tapestries and paintings. Everything seems big but it has a sophisticated classic provincial feel despite the large room areas. 

"You are now home," he says cheerily to her as they pass through the lobby graced by an eight foot high grandfather clock in its mahogany timber casing. A wide staircase leads to the second level and there is a dumb waiter connecting the kitchen serving area to the second floor so food can be taken there without using the stairway.

Her first impression is that it's so huge she can't imagine keeping it so tidy and even remembering where everything is kept. Josette sees the look on her face and laughs. "You'll get used to it sweetie. Come and I'll show you your room, it's right opposite our master bedroom here but it's quite private for you. We thought it's best for you not to be too far away from us as it's a huge place to what you were used to and it's better we are all close." Jacques heads off to do his exercises in his gym.

"There are no set hours for you to work, later I will give you a list of the things we'd expect you to look after such as getting breakfast ready and you can decide whether to do them all in the morning and rest some of the afternoon or just spread it out across the day. We always breakfast about 7 o'clock, lunch at midday and evening meal about 6 o'clock"

Selina suddenly realises what she's getting herself into. She needs to give herself s crash course in time management discipline or she will get off to a bad start. "Everything is so big," she chortles as Josette first takes her into the spacious master bedroom so she can be familiar with it. "Yes, she replies, if you like it big we have it here but Jacques thinks big, and he is big."

Selina admires the grandeur of their majestically designed bed. "Oh Josette I've never seen a bed as big as that, but maybe the Arab sheiks have them for their harems," she laughs. "Well we had this bed specially made. We French are very particular about our beds. A king size bed is big enough for three people lying side by side but as you can see this is even wider again."

"Oh, you could fit four people into it then!" she says breezily. "No sweetie, that's one too many. Three's company, four's a crowd. It used to be two's company and three's a crowd but we have upped the ante. Now let's go to your room for a special surprise. 

On the double sized bed is a gift wrapped fully imported range of French bathroom and bedroom indulgences including exotic perfume, bath foam for sexy suds, sensual soaps, essential oils for the body and feet, hair shampoos and a number of other items so that Selina can be totally pampered. The range of personal body and bath time accessories stuns Selina. The only thing not included -- at this time -- is the personal massage.

She picks up a big card left in front of the specially arranged items, each separately gift wrapped. It reads 'Welcome to our way of life. Enjoy being pampered. Your beauty deserves nothing less.' The French couple's hand written signatures are alongside a picture of a kitten, which of course is a small pussy.

The young Asian holds both hands over her ears and can't believe it. "This is for me? Just me? I can't believe it. I have never seen so many gifts."

"Selina, these are from France and they are for you to use on yourself so that you will always feel fresh, soft and beautiful. In our household your scent is very special and you never again have to buy cheap fragrances to feel desirable.

"But we haven't finished. Shut your eyes while I show you firstly some really seductive night clothes we got for you so you can throw away those old fashioned cotton things. Now you might blush, so open your eyes."

Josette has laid out seven different negligee ensembles across the bed in three different colours - black, white and skin tone. Only the black lace variety is not see-through. Half of them have matching panties while the others which are six inches longer do not have panties.

The young Singaporean girl is beside erself. "Oh Josette, oh, these are beautiful. I could only dream of buying something like these."

"Well when you go to bed at night you will feel very sexy wearing something like this.It is so with a woman as you must surely know. If you look the part, you will feel the part and you can play the part. It is so. We French are wicked and when you slip into these, a different one for every seven nights of the week, you will be seducing yourself. " She ends with a little laugh because in truth, it is Jacques who is seducing her to make her feel sexy about herself.

"Now shut your eyes again, I'm going to show you the two uniforms we have especially made for you. One is to wear Monday to Wednesday only on those days and the other is Thursday to Saturday. For Sunday you can wear whatever you like from the range of street clothes we have also purchased in your size. I must insist though you can only wear these two uniforms within our bungalow.

She opens her eyes to the biggest shock so far. The Monday to Wednesday uniform she lays out on the bed is a short pink pleated mini skirt made of satin with a matching opaque pink satin top that ties in a knot under her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. The skirt is designed to sit on her pelvic bone so it can't get any lower and the drop is just four inches from the top of her shapely thighs. 

The partly see-through shirt has only one button that is placed so that on her it will sit midpoint between her firm 36-inch breasts. The outfit comes with matching pink coloured five-inch high heel shoes with a strap around the ankle. A pink imitation flower clips on to her black hair. A string of beads is added.

The young one's hand is over her open mouth trying to imagine her in the outfit. "Oh,oh, I've never had anything to wear like this before."

"Wait until you try your Thursday to Saturday uniform on Selina, and today is Thursday so it can start from now. This one is a real knockout and only us erotic French could imagine a fine young lady like you in this one. She holds it against her own body for the teenager to look at it.

It's a stunning one piece neck to toes clinging bodysuit in skin tone silk with a high collar, full length sleeves to the wrists and worn with black five-inch high heel shoes and a single black strap around the ankles. The feet are contained in the 'second skin' silk bodysuit with all the toes exposed within the garment but visible in the shiny black patent leather shoes.

She's wide-eyed as the former Paris model holds it up smiling proudly. "This is it, isn't it gorgeous? It's a silk bodysuit made to your exact measurements. And you don't need to wear undergarments as this is your second skin and must not be crinkled up with underwear. It's very yummy and you will look stunning in it."

The new au pair is agape. "I could not possibly fit into that Josette; it looks too flimsy and too small. Are you sure?"

"Oh you will fit into it I guarantee. Remember I took all your personal measurements when I interviewed you? You will find this garment fits you better than a glove, so much so you would have to feel it to know you are wearing something. This is the design Jacques wanted made just for you when I told him how shy you were at undressing for your measurements. In this bodysuit you will be totally covered. Head to toe. "

Alarm bells are ringing in Selina's head about wearing something than instinct tells her she would never wear anywhere. "Come on, darling, put it on. I'll leave the room and come back in ten minutes and I expect you to be fully dressed, including your high heel shoes."

When she returns she's bedazzled by the sight of the young Asian in the incredibly sexy outfit. The thin body hugging skin tone silk fabric creates a deep camel toe in herfat pussy and from behind the cheeks of her perfectly proportioned arse gives the impression she'd nude. Her firm 36-inch breasts push outwards in a straight level, her above average size nipples pushing the flimsy silk to eye catching points that could threaten to break through the fragile material.

She is trembling. "I don't know what to say. It is, it is, so close to my skin. It's pulling in between my legs and when I look down I'm horrified. I know I am wearing something but I feel nuder than dressed head to toe like you say. Perhaps I should look for a different dress as sir must think this is rather rude and it's certainly not me."

Josette puts her two hands either side of her swollen breasts and pushes them together gently for a mere moment. "But it is you. That's the truth. It is you. Don't think you're not covered up. Every inch of you, all your private areas are fully covered and you look just gorgeous. There's no way to touch your body anywhere unless you take it off completely so it covers more than the mini skirt for earlier in the week wear.

"But in the mirror I can see my nipples standing out so plainly. Can't I wear a bra and put some panties on so my pussy doesn't stand out so uch. It's the first thing he will notice, it just looks so obvious."

"Sorry, you can't wear things under this body suit. They are made specifically to be form hugging and be thankful you have a superb figure so it fits so well."

"But..but.."

"No! Look, you must know that Mr Pardie sees many, many beautiful women without any clothes at all. That is his work. You are dressed. You are not naked, you just think you are. You are wearing perhaps the finest fabric the fashion world ever created; the silk will breathe unlike some materials. Now just walk around a bit and let me see you from all angles. She does as she's told, but adopts a sullen look and is quiet with her face looking sadly to the floor.




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 03



"This is my uniform? This? No dress? It is so sheer it's like it's more see-through than covering my private areas. I've never been in anything like this; I don't know what to do." 

"Of course it hides you. I can't see any bare skin anywhere. If you mean the way it hugs your pussy and clings around your breasts and bum well that's only natural. It's a natural look. You look so totally wholesome to me. Are you not proud of your own beauty?"

She looks pleadingly at Josette who's admiring her tight curves from not much more than an arm's length away. Her own bi instincts tell her to that with careful nurturing Selina can add immense spice to her love life with Jacques. She's young and a truly delicious sight; clean, wholesome, innocent and resisting the inevitable. 

"Come, we will get Jacques' opinion. He is working out in the gym."

Her non-existent sex life is about to come to life.

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COMING SOON: Continuing in Chapter 4 (about 10 days) the eager Indian landlord across town is coming to grips with the deviously saucy schoolgirl tenants Mandy and Sherrie who think they can be one up on him. And Selina realises what she's up against when she sees an iron bar erection inside the Frenchman's tight satin gym shorts as she parades her stunning skin tight silk bodysuit for him. In coming chapters she will learn many things about sex from the French master. The fun is about to begin.



Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 04



AUTHOR'S NOTE: First-time readers should read chapters 1, 2, 3 of this much so seduction series as it's based partly on actual events in the life of a Singapore virgin between 20-23 years of age at the time, several years ago, and to pick up the true sentiment and structure of her story. It's fictionally built around some actual experiences of an innocent maid hired privately by a wealthy French couple as their au pair for three and a half years. She was rewarded with exceptionally good wages throughout but as the business couple eventually moved back to France Selina was ultimately rewarded for her submissive duties with a promised new BMW car, a wardrobe of new clothes of her choosing and a diamond necklace. You can only imagine why.

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Her story, and this limited series was spawned by a female Singapore reader of Literotica's website who, having read some of my other stories about sexual manipulation fictional characters, emailed me asking to do a more or less real life story of innocent seduction (not just sex acts) based on a resident Singaporean young woman she knows. From her picture I saw that incredible look of innocence and I was hooked. Selina is not her real name of course. I received outline information by promising never to reveal her true identity and that every chapter I write must go to her first before posting to the website. It slows things up a bit but it's worth it for a more authentic and genuinely erotic encapsulation of events in her work as the au pair, admittedly with my sexual embellishments along the way, and an extra mainly fictional dimension to the overall story involving her former Indian landlord. Progressively it is based on virgin seduction not just hopping into bed without the character lead-up. Enjoy! 

Sensual Singapore virgin Selina is on a course for an erotic sexual awakening as the newly hired au pair for Frenchman Jacques, a world travelled photographer of erotica and his former French glamour model Josette. What lies ahead for this timid, inexperienced Asian sweetie with a stunning 36-18-34 hour glass figure and with an innocent face worth gracing the front cover of a quality glamour magazine, is the challenge to remain modest and chaste in the presence of the Frenchman famous for his high class international erotic photography. 

Jacques isn't interested in a Jezebel; he's deliberately chosen Selena as their in-house au pair for the sole purpose of testing his long held powers of seduction. Can he conquer a woman 30 years younger than him by influencing her so much that she can accept him as a father figure and a lover never knowing her parents as an orphaned baby? And can Selina live closely with them in a ménage a trios when she discovers that Josette is bisexual? He relishes the opportunistic challenge as she's more than a shy virgin, she's afraid of sex, a woman's body with the intimacy experience level of a young teen, not a matured one. 

Her naive Asian ways and gullibility are no defence against the amorous arsenal of arousal ideas the tall, handsome and athletic looking French national has to draw on as he draws her closer and closer towards him, she being somewhat spellbound by his charm and charisma.

The young au pair girl is aghast that she must wear the stunning sheer silk one piece bodysuit around their home while doing her duties. It clings to her tightly on every curve and the Asian girl is mortified that it's so sheer everything's on show. Underneath is just her bare flesh but it fits so tightly it's like a second skin and Josette deliberately had it made in skin tone silk from Selina's personal measurements so it fits tighter than a glove. She looks at herself in the mirror again and shakes her head in disbelief, almost in tears. This is not her, she is modest to the core and in this garment she may as well be walking around nude.

She looks at the fat swell between her legs and the deep cameltoe effect as the silk sinks into her crack and from the back, the same between the cheeks of her bum. Her well developed 36-inch breasts with big pointy nipples seem like a third dimensional image in the mirror. Her suckable size nipples strain against the ultra thin material as though they're going to break through any minute. The tight fitting garment accentuates her shapely thighs and legs all the way to her small feet contained inside the silk bodysuit and supported by the black shiny patent leather five-inch high heel shoes.

"Josette I'm afraid that Mr Pardie will not like to see me like this. He thinks I'm a lady and seems to treat me with such respect I don't know what he will say about me if I wear this around his residence. Are you sure I can't wear an ordinary dress of some kind?"

"I'm sorry Selina but I have to disagree with you about this uniform and that's what it is as our au pair help. Look, it covers you from your neck to the very tip of your toes, No bare skin is showing below your neck. I think you look stunning."

"Yes but...but I know it covers me but it's...it's is so tight it shows up everything in my private areas. They won't be private anymore. How do I know your chauffer or someone else doesn't see me like this? I'm too shy to go downstairs and see Mr Pardie." 

"Too late Selina, it's settled, it's your new uniform so get used to it. A fresh one for every day you need to wear it and I've had extras done in case it gets torn or messed up somehow.

"I know Jacques very well and all he will see in you wearing this is a beautiful young lady, naive and gullible yes, but the kind of young Asian lady he's been searching for." 

With Josette leading her, she heads to Jacques Pardie's small gym in their spacious two-storey Barker Road bungalow in the upmarket Bukit Timah part of Singapore to parade his new au pair who's anything but relaxed in the outfit. 

"As they head down the 10 feet wide staircase to find the Frenchman Selina continues to complain, but with Josette it falls on deaf ears. "I'm frightened," she stutters. Will Mr Pardie think I'm trying to act forward? I desperately want him to respect me Josette, it's different for you but not for me."                   "I think he will see what I see, a beautiful young lady exactly as she is in her real dimensions. There is nothing false about you Selina, you are as they say, pure as the driven snow. Jacques knows he is old enough to be your father but he is not your father so when he sees you standing before him in this pure silk body suit so tightly moulded to every curve and dimple on your body he will see nothing but innocence. He will respect you more for being honest about yourself. This is what he needs to know."

"Oh I hope so Josette. It worries me. I'm very old fashioned and I want to stay innocent and pure so I have something to offer a man one day who can take me in his arms and love me dearly and maybe marry me knowing I am his alone."

The muscle fit Jacques is just leaving his small gym with a small towel around his neck across broad bare shoulders, perspiring so that his skin glistens. He's wearing just a pair of short pale blue satin briefs. His slack penis is to the left side and the shape and size is all too obvious even without erection. The moment Selina sets eyes on his tight masculine body she igores his age and her eyes automatically go to the thick horizontal bulge in his briefs. For an instant she forgets how she looks but only how he looks. She's never been this close to a grown male with such a fine muscular near naked body and seen the shape of his thick manhood from under his most personal item of clothing. She's momentarily drawn to it without realising he's noticed where she's looking. It all happens in a few seconds but it's enough for him to know she's noticed.

Just as the brain can work at lightning speed Selina, pure as she is, tries to imagine in those mere seconds of time what his cock could look like if the bulge in his briefs is any indication. She may be shy a virgin and spooked by the thought of real sex but like every young female she has fantasies and one is wondering what it must be like to feel a man's penis when it's erect. The vibrator was as close as she ever got and now she hasn't even got that.

Despite her immediate surge of sexual adrenalin seeing him in such a tight pair of gym shorts without underpants she's trying to disguise the fact that he can see more of her than she can of him. She always assumed using the nine-inch vibrator she left behind in her old address that it was just a replica of a typical man's cock and seeing the shape of the bulge in his half-size satin tights she's more convinced.

She stands with her legs crossed hoping her outrageous cameltoe isn't obvious to him as he walks up to her and Josette wiping perspiration n from his face. But just as she first set eyes on the bulge in his tight briefs, he's first set eyes on the generous cameltoe between her thighs as the sheer silk pulls into her labia minora. She looks up and sees he's looking at her, his face beaming with an expression that suggests he's found something he's been looking for but never thought he'd find.

"Selina, you look so beautiful. I must commend you. Ah yes, even more sensual now than I thought. Look at you, a veritable young goddess standing in front of me asking my permission to be dressed like this and you have my permission. I can only admire your innocence so tell me you are proud of your looks."

His words shock her into perspective. He wants to see her like this. This pleases him, although it doesn't please her. Thoughts rush through her sexually immature mind. She desperately needs to stay in his favour for two reasons: financial security and a strangely developing admiration of his manly persona and gentle ways with her.

He's putting words in her mouth for a start and he's put her on the spot suggesting what he wants her to say. Firstly, she mistakes commend for command and assumes he's exercising his authority and she can only agree with him or show she's got low self esteem about her image. It's the very thing she struggles to overcome, a sense of insecurity that makes her so subservient. And the way she confuses the meaning of similar sounding words only adds to her dilemma.

As uncomfortable and vulnerable as she feels at this moment she meekly replies that she trusts her au pair uniform will please him. "I was hoping for a new kind of dress but a suit of this kind is different I suppose." He immediately recognises that she feels the body hugging silk is advertising her best assets too well. It does. 

"My little chicken do not allow your feathers to be easily ruffled. You are wearing a suit, a body suit, and only a very special kind of woman can wear what you are wearing. It does you well for we chose only the finest material in the world, silk, for silk does for the female body what a diamond does for her hand. You deserve the best for coming to us so don't be afraid to be proud of your natural beauty. It pleases me."

The tone of his French accent is seductive to her ears as he gently strokes the side of her neck, giving her goose bumps and he stares into her eyes while he traces his index finger across the top of her upper lip and continuing in a circle and going back the other way, exploring the surface of the most visible erogenous zone on her body, her mouth. The young Asian is taken by surprise by his sudden and unexpected touch and opens her lips to say something just as his finger starts to draw a horizontal line. His finger unexpectedly goes inside her mouth so he pushes it in a bit further.

"Suck my finger, I want to feel the warmth of your lips enclosing on my skin," he whispers as he pushes it in almost as far as his knuckles. "It is clean, everything about me is clean. Use your lips and suck it like a baby on the breast."

But being 50 years of age doesn't stop Jacques from getting a healthy erection and the sight of this beautiful young woman so submissively sucking his finger in such an eye-catching body suit is good for his health. The deep crevice in her pussy where the silk digs into her vagina is better than any aphrodisiac. His cock stiffens and comes within a quarter of an inch of popping out of his satin briefs at a 10 o'clock angle. He places his hands at the back of her head and tilts her face downwards as she continues to suck his finger so she sees his erection straining thick and masculine against the shiny thin satin material of his briefs. The ridges around the head of his penis are very visible. The saliva in her mouth increases from her autonomic nervous system response at something that excites sensual stimulation from within her brain.

Josette stands back watching Selina's reaction, not saying a word. She and he know that as a master of conceptual erotica in photography and art, he can only create sexual desire in this timid virgin if she can convince herself to want sex in the first place. It is a reverse of the norm. For men, sexual desire makes them want to have sex and Jacques is no different, but for many women, it's the reverse. They must want to have sex and then they will think about it erotically and often until it happens. 

Jacques is preparing Selina's mind to start thinking sexy thoughts, even if they are confused signals and appear to have nothing to do with sex itself. But something already stirs inside her as she responds to his command to suck his finger. 

"Yes I can now feel the heat of your body in your lips," he says softly. You have very sensuous lips, so warm and moist. Do it a bit faster." She does but wonders why this is happening. Josette is getting turned on at the prospect of him luring her all the way to between the sheets but she knows it requires seductive persuasion that is gentle and built on trust, not just peer pressure. 

"You may stop sucking now you've given me the message I wanted," he says as he kisses the finger and quickly sucks on it himself for just a moment. Selena looks at him quizzically in a moment of wonder, confused what it was all about. The more she's around him, the more she seems curiously entranced by his ways, his expressions and his fatherly-like masculine presence. She missed this as a child and feels secure around the burly Frenchman. Inwardly she wishes she had a father like him.

"Come, I will show you some of my work," he says, his erection intact, helped by the youthful warmth of her hand and her dreamy eyes looking up to him as he walks her to his studio like a parent leading with a child. As they walk away Josette notices just how sexually stimulating their au pair's derriere is with the sweeping curved crack clearly showing at the back as crowning glory atop of her shapely young thighs.

Just feeling his strong hand around hers gives her a warm sense of belonging and a tingle in the mind she's never experienced before. His confidence and kindly ways makes her forget how she's dressed. He's leading and she's following. Although she feels comfortable and safe with him the comparative huge area of the residence makes her feel somewhat jittery at coping with her day chores. She's curiously excited that he's taking her into his studio in just his short satin briefs with its fascinating bulge up front but suddenly frightful of the possibility he might want to do something with her. As much as she feels slowly but surely drawn to him in trust the mental barrier is up if it involves sex because of her complete abstinence and naive ways.

"This is some of my photographic work," he says proudly as they enter his expansive studio. Around the walls are huge black and white images in hand crafted frames about three feet wide by two feet deep. They are images of erotica, a mixture of beautiful woman nude but not explicitly so, some are faces only, some upper torso from navel upwards, some just breasts, some frontal, some focusing on the buttocks only, legs slightly apart. 

"As you can see erotic imagery is using light and shade, mood, textures in skin and facial expressions that connects to the viewer," he explains as she looks at them wide-eyed like a child in a toy shop. "It is not about explicit nudity, it is delicate and tasteful. It is meant to stir the senses not to show too much detail. 

"A woman's face tells me many things, especially in love," he says candidly. These are selected copies of my original work for clients in different countries. Some in France, the Czech Republic, Germany, Italy, Australia, Japan, the Philippines but not yet in Singapore. Until now I've never found the right kind of model to make a new masterpiece or the right kind of person willing to pay handsomely for it as it's such a small nation but one that I find uniquely fascinating."

"Sir, you are so good at what you do and all these women are so pretty. But I could not imagine how they could be undressed for the entire world to see. I could never undress like that in front of a man unless he took me as his wife."

"But my pictures, my models, they are in good taste, are they not?" he asks.

Afraid to disagree, she nods. "I did not hear you," he says.

"Oh I'm sorry sir, yes they are all beautiful and the women and the figures so lovely, it's just that I've never seen anything like this before. But I agree sir, they don't look rude. They are posing very tastefully and is that because you tell them what you want them to do?"

"Exactly, Selina. The photographer is the master. He is in charge. Most women and girls love to pose in front of a camera. It is erotic to them just doing that. They know they look beautiful and they like to know they are admired, even those who are not as attractive feel the same joy. The camera is the world looking at them, but they don't have to give their name and addresses or age. It's a natural thing most girls growing up always have in their mind, to get the chance to show their lovely curves." Selina thinks of the many times she admired her nude body in front of the big mirror where she rented for 18 months.

"Yes, I suppose you are right," she says. "Girls do like to look at themselves in the mirror and imagine what they must look like to someone else. She walks up close to a row of separate images of beautiful faces. Unlike the others, these are not smiling but seem to have a look of sheer joy in their eyes. They exude exceptional beauty, one is European, Japanese and the third is a curly haired younger looking Polynesian islander.

He watches her from behind as she leans forward slightly, examining some detail in the face portraits, the silk bodysuit giving her backside the appearance of having nothing over them as the material tugs into the crack of her buttocks and her vagina. She's been showing him the best cameltoe from the front he's seen for many a long year, and possibly the best of them all because of their age difference. And from behind it's just as sexy. His erection is as hard as ever.

"These faces are very beautiful," she remarks, "but what are those white marks like something's been spilt on the faces? What a pity something damaged those lovely faces. How did that happen?" she asks peering closer at them and showing even more pussy from behind as she bends to their lower position on the wall.

He laughs and this time pulls her closer to him around the waist as he looks into her eyes. His erection is so close to her pussy, yet so far away as they stand side on and she keeps sneaking downward glances at it unable to avoid looking at the thick pipe-like shape that seems a magnet to young women. "No, that's my signature. But I only put it on when specifically requested," he answers frankly.

"But that's not writing sir, it's like... it's like..like something else."

"Like a man's cum?"

"I don't know what you mean. It's a picture of a woman's face and...."

"And I was requested by the purchaser to ejaculate on her face as a personal touch from the original artist. Of course the model was paid extra handsomely to meet his request. It's called a facial."




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 04



"Oh, oh, my goodness, I didn't know. I wouldn't have asked. I'm sorry, that's very personal and I shouldn't embarrass you to tell me. I didn't know these things were done. Surely those models would be horrified."

Jacques laughs heartily but is careful not to mock her. "No. No no no. After taking off their clothes and posing in front of a camera certain models often feel sexy and can get in the mood for some fun when the photo shoot is over. They seem to feel they are turning the photographer on and these models here were all quite happy to have my signature on their face for me to take that erotic image of them. Just look at those blissful expressions. Look at their eyes and their lips. The erotica is in the detail."

"I don't understand sir, this thing you do is easy just like that?"

"Well Selina, I am going to let you in on a little secret. What you did to my finger a few minutes ago these models did to my penis until I could not hold back any longer and then I put my signature on their faces. It's a very natural thing between a man and a woman. Are you saying this is something you did not know about? No man has ever given you that gift?"

"Oh dear, oh no sir. This is so embarrassing for me. I could not imagine it. I'm sorry. It's my upbringing. No one ever told me anything and I have no boyfriends. I did not know it was like a signature thing."

Jacques puts his strong hands on each side of her shoulders and smiles at her. "You are a beautiful child. It is good that you are like we say flower buds starting to blossom in life, only you my young friend are a late bloomer. You are what 19, 20 but seem to know as much about life as someone much, much younger. But you can learn, and I will help you.

"Let me tell you something Selina, there are countless millions of women who love having a man's baby making milk on their face. It is full of nutrients that are good for her body because it is the seed of life bathed in fluid from deep inside the man. When she swallows it, or it's on her face or it goes to her vagina it has a calming effect on her nervous system, it is nature's way. That has been proven in scientific research so I do not just say that.

" Her face is her most prized possession and his sperm is his most prized possession and women seem to worship that aspect of a man putting it there as a sign of spiritually rewarding gratitude between the two of them. Josette can tell you all about it, don't just take it from me. A young woman your age should be enjoying it by now."

She looks at him mystified. "No one ever told me that and I've never even seen what it looks like until you said what was on the faces here. Does it taste nice or funny?"

"Again, you should ask Josette, she's the one who's taken it from me when we make love and she seems very happy about it. In most cases I think taste-wise it is fairly bland, almost tasteless but that could change slightly from one man to another. It's not objectionable or so many women would not be wagging their tongues for it."

His remark goes over her head. Selina could hardly contemplate kneeling in front of a man as he aims his ejaculate towards her face. She's gone back to the face portraits for a second look, perhaps curious in the new knowledge that those marks actually came from his penis, the very thing she can't help but see bulging like a weapon inside his tights.

If the Frenchman was with one of his experienced nude models now in the same attire as his young Asian he'd be touching her by now but somehow the sweet Singapore girl is serenely above taking just to satisfy male lust. He will have his time, he is confident but only if it's a slow seduction not forced on her. He wants her to come to him and if they ultimately make love it will be long, extremely erotic and punishing on their physical reserves.

He leans back against a chair facing her and in this position his thighs are projected upwards towards where she is standing so that she can't help but see his erection outlined so definitively under the satin tights. His scrotum is large because he has big testicles and the head of his penis is within a fraction of coming out of his pants on an 11 o'clock position. He does this purposely to fill her mind with images she can take to bed tonight, trusting she will masturbate and toss and turn tormenting herself thinking of those pretty models sucking his manhood and him splashing his sperm over their faces. His manhood she can see, but cannot see.

She can't take her eyes off it but tries hard not to be seen taking notice, an impossible proposition. He tells her a woman feels a real sense of seductive power in making the man reach such a point of excitement that he cannot contain himself looking at her or being inside her and she feels rewarded by seeing him reach orgasm. "His cum represents his delight in feeling the allure of her sexuality and he rewards her with his gift, sometimes on the face, the neck, her tongue or her breasts. Does this surprise you my beautiful child?'

She feels cornered. She is not into male sexuality but is being exposed by her own admissions that she is like she was back in a pre-pubescent with little or no knowledge about sex. This strikes a new fear into her that he, being so worldly, will not see her as the woman she strives to be. She's back to her submissive, apologetic persona, lacking self esteem despite her incredible natural beauty she's yet to really value. 

"I'm sorry sir. I feel foolish for you to be explaining such things to me at my age. I suppose it must be good for a girl's face if you say so. I won't know what it's like until a man takes me as his wife, then I would look forward to it. But I think I am too young for any of that anyway."

He runs his masculine fingers across the top of her scalp and over her long jet black hair tied in its ponytail. It makes her quiver slightly. He seems to touch her in the right places, those places that he can do feel platonically as if he's not trying to stir her emotions, yet all the time working on her exposed erogenous zones in preparation for close encounters of a more cuddly kind that lie ahead. 

"We must go," he says suddenly. "You should go and look at the gifts we bought for you. Go take a lovely hot bath and soak yourself in those rich suds and lie back thinking of how exciting things can be for you. 

"Lie in the Jacuzzi and feel the warm powerful jets of water massage your delectable skin. Stand up in the bath and look into that big mirror on the wall and imagine just for a moment I am watching you sponge yourself. When you do that, do it for me. Make me glad I am the mirror, take the big soapy sponge and run it up your legs, right up between them, over your belly and around d your shoulders and breasts, then turn around and let the mirror see you sponging your bottom so I will know you are enjoying the luxury of spoiling yourself.

"When you finish bathing splash your body is one of those exotic French body sprays and a dab of your chosen perfume from Paris and put your body suit back on again. Today is a get to know the routine day but from tomorrow you will be busy. After your bath pick out which negligee you wish to wear to bed tonight. Look at yourself in the mirror. Try them all on and put the one on finally that you think I would approve most. I want you to always say goodnight to me once you have changed into your bed clothes. I will then think of how serenely beautiful you look and I will sleep on it."

Again his words seem to impact on her senses without reading between the lines of what he's really saying. Selina does all those things and going to the wardrobe is amazed to find six more identical flesh coloured silk body suits, one for each day of the week so she will always feel fresh. She thinks she will wear the black lace baby doll negligee to bed tonight as she's never owned bedroom lingerie in sexy black before. At three o'clock she is back in the original bodysuit for Josette to show her how they like to have their meals served and to decide what to have for their evening meal at 6. 

"We retire early," Josette tells her, "about nine o'clock but not to sleep. We like to read in bed and sometimes frisk about but usually we have the lights out by 11.30. You can retire to bed whenever you like after the kitchen is tidied up for the morning. You have your own television and we've left a few videos there in case the TV is boring as it usually is at night."

"Do I serve you supper?"

"Oh, that would be nice but something between 9 and 9.30 is fine. sometimes. Don't forget the dumb waiter in the kitchen, just make the coffee and put the serving trays in it with the percolator. You will really impress Jacques if you bring this to him as a nightcap as he is like a little boy at times. I'll let you in on a secret, he loves being pampered. He is a big man but very soft inside and if he sees the little girl in you it will make him melt. 

"Another thing, I suggest you surprise him in the morning by bringing in a cup of English tea about 7 o'clock before he gets up religiously at 7.30. Now that will impress him greatly but it's not an instruction, it's only if you'd like to impress him. Now I've mentioned to you before in your employment details that whenever you have to do anything before 8am and after 6pm evenings we pay you bonus time accumulated at the end of each six days at the rate of double time the averaged out daily rate of pay. 

"Now that means of course if you're inclined to work beyond an ordinary maid's responsibilities you will end up earning a lot of money as we're already paying you a base $900 a week. I think that's quite generous but it's because we expect you to fit in with our sometimes strange ways to what you are used to. If you really want to be the au pair we envisaged and give yourself to us handsomely you will earn more money than you ever dreamed of just for being part of our family."

The young Asian tries to comprehend what it all means but the sound of earning extra bonuses for her bank account just by serving supper and being up early for a morning cup of tea excites her as it's so simple. "So all I have to do is make an early cup of tea if I wish to or serve late supper if I wish to. Is that it?"

"Well, not quite as there could be other things I'll come to soon. But for starters yes, those little touches will greatly impress Mr Pardie."

Selina likes the thought of doing such simple things that will please him. He is now her security pillow.

"In your room near your bedside you will see an intercom. We can speak to you from our room to your bedside should we need you. I'll leave it on open so you will hear my voice if something comes up. That's better than hitting the alarm buzzer." It's Jacques idea to leave the intercom open so when they all go to bed at night she will hear the sounds of Josette responding to his lovemaking. This he hopes will help condition her thoughts that sex is good. 

The voluptuous young Singaporean thinks all this is its exciting: dumb waiters, intercoms, her own TV and videos, her own Jacuzzi bath, a mood light dimmer and if she wants, soft piped music for relaxing at the flick of a switch and a superb kitchen to work in. Her spirits are the highest they've ever been in her life. Jacques and Josette seem to like her and she feels very happy. So far so good, she thinks. She hasn't put a foot wrong yet.

"One more thing I should mention to you Selina is that every Saturday morning I give Jacques a body massage as it helps keep him relaxed after his gym workouts. It's before breakfast and quite early and this time I want you to do it as it's good experience for you in touching a man's body since you have never even held a man in an embrace. This will get you used to seeing a man naked."

"Oh no!" she exclaims putting her hands to each side of her face horrified at the thought... "You want me to massage Mr Pardie with nothing on? My employer? How could I ever do that? I'd be too embarrassed. I wouldn't know how to do that properly. I'd just make a fool of myself."

"It's not that difficult my dear, I'll give you some hints how to go about it. Besides, I'd like you to give me a full body massage too, once a week on the alternate Saturdays."

"Oh heavens, this is bad for me. I didn't think I'd have to do such things being a maid," she wails trembling inside at such personal duties she not prepared for.

"But you're not a maid Selina, you know that. You're our au pair and don't forget we are paying you extremely well so your empty bank account will soon grow big and fat. Hmm, like something else I could think of talking about massage."

"Oh Josette. It's so embarrassing for me to be touching another person without their clothes. I've never done it. I'd be looking away all the time in case he saw me looking there. Must I do this?" 

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Listen to me Selina, you are a sweet young thing and yes, you've led a very sheltered life, almost to the point of being stupidly sheltered but you've got to grow up and get involved in the real world sooner or later. You'll be 21 before you know it so you have to get wise about life. 

"How could you ever please a man sometime in the future when you wish to take a partner and maybe get married if seeing a man naked scares you?"

"Besides you won't be doing this for me, it's for Mr Pardie as a surprise. He's expecting me to massage him as usual so he will get a big surprise, I mean you can make it a b-i-g surprise by coming in your beautiful new black negligee before you go down to get breakfast for us and just tell him you want to learn how to do it. That way, if you think you make any mistakes he will forgive you and always try to help you. He likes to help you; I told you that the first day we met.

"If it makes you feel any better I'll come by your room sometime after dinner and tell you or even show you how to go about it. Now until then stop getting in a tizz otherwise Mr Pardie will think you're a girl, not a woman."

The young Singapore babe is in a dither. Out of the frying pan but into the fire. She's not game to ask Josette anything more about it and accepts she must wait until the French model comes to her room after dinner to tell her how to go about it. Josette can't wait.

Dusting the rooms in her clinging bodysuit quickly becomes second nature to Selina and each time she sees Jacques talking to Josette in just a pair of white casual pants, sandals and no shirt, she can't take her eyes off him. He's so much older than her with a beautiful model partner of his own nationality. A tiny tinge of jealousy creeps into her mind. She has no one, and has never had a man and Josette is so attractive and successful as a model in her own right and she sleeps with Jacques. She's so lucky, Selina moons to herself, but it's not sleeping with him that makes the young Asian girl a bit jealous, it's because Josette has a wonderful man for a partner and she doesn't.

As Jacques passes by the dining room area he glances in and sees Selina bending over using a small dustpan and brush on the tiled floor. Her arse is up in the air and her head pointing towards the floor in a position he often enjoyed fucking Josette. She straightens up and he darts by just as she turns around unaware he saw her.

Sometime later about an hour before she starts to get the evening meal ready and Josette is in his office going through emails and looking up websites, the inexperienced au pair misjudges the water pressure when she turns on the cold water tap over the sink. She's not used to the fully imported tap handles which work as a pump handle not a traditional fitting and the jet stream of water bounces out of the stainless steel sink and splashes over her face, shoulders and upper chest. She yelps loudly, forgetting the strength of the water pressure and in surprise, jumps back only to lose her footing in her high heel shoes and land on her bum.

He runs into the kitchen from the living room after hearing her shout out and finds her leaning back on her elbows on the tiled floor. "Are you all right? What happened? Here, I'll help you up." He rushes to her side and deliberately grasps her around the sides of her chest so that his big hands are partly spread around the sides of her firm breast. It's enough to gauge their real firmness in a platonic manner and she's more concerned about making herself look silly in front of him than realise he's discretely feeling her there.

"Oh "I am so clumsy," she whimpers, embarrassed to let him see her do this. He grabs a hand towel to soak up the water on her face. "I'm so sorry; I'm not used to these taps. At my old place the water pressure was terrible and the tap handles were not like this press up and down ones. Now I've saturated the front of me."

Again he steps in to reassure her, noticing though how the water has soaked through the sheer silk and made her breasts even more revealing, the cold water making her nipples seem harder than they seem at most times. He holds her around the shoulders and tells her it was an accident and not to find fault in herself. His voice is soft and reassuring. "I've done it myself. Actually it makes you look even prettier with your hair ruffled about and your face shiny from the water." He holds her closer to him so this time, the points of her breasts are touching his bare chest. He can feel the dampness from the water and the nipples pressing into his skin as he looks at her.

Selina is halfway to somewhere and halfway to nowhere. This is the first time a man has held her so close and she trembles inside. He wants her to melt, but feels her almost shivering in frightened resistance as he puts a strong arm around her back and pulls her seemingly fraghile body into his hulk. She's all butterflies inside. He's calm and in command, his voice kept low and gentle, like caresses rather than a pat. 

"You should not panic Selina. You use up so much energy when you panic so take a deep breath. 

"That's better. Now do it again" He holds her tightly so that her breasts are pressed against his hairy chest, their faces are just half a foot apart and she can feel something pressing against her, just above her pussy. She realises he's got an erection and it's against her body. Her mind races in different directions at once. 

He sees bewilderment and confusion written on her face and she begins to resist his grip and tries to lean back but ends up coming forward. His strong hands relax their grip on her body but instead he places the open palms of both hands over the cheeks of her tight arse and pulls her against his cock, but in his pants he can't get the angle he needs to press it against her pussy. It's pushed against the top of her thigh as Selina feels a mixture of fear and passion flooding her senses. 

"Sir, sir, please..no...please no.. oh please." She resists but doesn't retreat. He pulls her close again and he licks her on the neck. "Oh please sir, I can't ...Josette...oh..." He doesn't intend to go too far, but just far enough to raise the dust that's been sitting in her sexual energy reserves unused for too long. Pulling her into his body with a firmer grip around the cheeks of her tight bum he sucks on an ear lobe and breathes warmly into her ear. "Your beauty is timeless, your skin so pure, your scent ...oh your sexy scent." He lays a kiss on the other side of the neck and squeezes her arse into his body but this time a bit harder so she can feel the stiffness of him pressed against the fragile silk. Her mind races in erratic circles of confusion and a sudden sense of discovery. 

Fighting a rising passion from deep within she shakes her head about, her ponytail swaying from side to side as she tries to lean away from him, but he pulls her into him again, this time his erection squaring up between her thighs so that it's lying flat upright into her cameltoe crevice. "Ooooh, sir please. Josette...sir...oh, please stop. What if... oooh"




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 04



She starts to struggle again. "I must go. I must go. I must go" she repeats but her voice is not convincing. "Your body haunts me with its beauty and your scent lights a fire in me," he whispers as he nibbles her ear lobe. His hands are still around her arse only they are not holding her tightly, they are gliding across the cheeks. Selina is trying to fight off an unusual urge to give in and she wishes he would stop so she can regain her composure.

But his lips are close to hers and she can feel his breath against her nubile skin. She manages to get her hands to cover her breasts as she tries to wriggle free, but her feet feel as though they will slip from under her any minute. His accent is like a drug to her, however, so calming, so assured, so much in charge. She feels helpless. He moves his mouth to hers and for the first time in her life she feels a sexual flush as he kisses her gently. 

"Oh sir, please no," she struggles again thinking if it goes on any longer Josette will catch them and be angry or he will think less of her for giving in, believing that he's testing her character.

He whispers in her ear again as she is wriggling like a worm on a hook. "Your lips are hot, Selina, you want, you want, you want, tell me you want..." Selina struggles afraid to call out yet the only fear is her fear of herself, not of him. When he holds her she feels like a baby in his arms, such is his magnetic appeal to her senses. 

She knows this is not right and she must resist at all cost. "Oh sir," she pleads again, please sir, let me go. I..must...oh, please. This is not me." His mouth is near her lips again but she resists by turning to the side. His hardness is in a vertical position pressed against her squarely between her thighs but he wants her to feel it against her vagina, so he lifts her slightly off the ground so that it will find the mark as he squeezes her body against him again. 

This time she feels the might of his penis lined up perfectly into the gap of her cameltoe pussy. He twists her hips about so that the bulge in his pants will rub into her clitoris. It does. He will not force her further, just enough contact to let her know the magic of close encounters of an erotic kind. She continues to wriggle her face away from his lips, but the feeling of his erection pressing against the silk thin fabric between her thighs is hot, new and naughty. She wants to break free but that would end the feeling of his superb manhood being pressed against in a moment of confused excitement and fear of being caught by his lover. 

She struggles to regain her modesty sensing she's losing control and will become ashamed of how she let this happen and never to be able to look Josette in the eye again. "Oooh sir, please stop, ohh please, ooooooh" she moans as his erection stimulates her most sensitive organ, even only for a few moments. That's all he needed. "I...I must go," she stutters weakly. "If Jos....ooh...ooh, if Josette sees...oh sir, that's .....what if...ooh I feel it..oh sir please stop..."

It happens in a mere five minutes but seems much longer as it's been an eternity in her lifetime for a man's cock to get this close to her vagina. She fears the sheer silk will break any moment and he might penetrate her and she'd be disgraced, especially to his French lover working in the computer room and likely to blame her for leading him on. 

She struggles to fight back a mounting wave of passion she's never experienced before. It's entirely different to the times she pleasured herself with her fingers and the vibrator she left behind at her old apartment. The Frenchman's masculine scent, his closeness, his strength his bedroom sounding voice and oh, the pressure building inside her loins as his erection is squeezed against her virtually bare pussy. The sounds of struggle are changing from protest to moans as he feels her start to melt. "Oooooh what..what are you...oh! oh! what are you...oohh doing."

He releases her slowly, now he's given her a taste of impending unbridled passion. "Selena, there is so much you must learn and I will teach you like a father can teach his daughter as she matures and one day looks for love. There is nothing closer than a father's love of his daughter, a love so binding that no man can ever be good enough for her. I will be the father you didn't have all your life, I will guide you. Show you and take care of you. You must trust me. Do you trust me to be all this to you?"

She steps back shaken and breathing fast. She is wet inside. He could have given her an orgasm if he'd kept going with one hand free to touch her clitoris so exposed in the silk now wet and even more clinging into her crevice. "Yes, sir, please," she says with a look of amazement on her face as she tries to pull back into position the silk squashed into her pussy and pretend nothing happened. "I must get ready for evening dinner. Thank you sir," she says as she rushes to the bathroom to freshen up.

Jacques ponders her final remark. Was it thanks for letting her go or thanks for turning her on? He hopes to find out sooner rather than later. He feels he has her in the palm of his hand already and soon she must have him in the palm of her hand too, but getting her to make love is an entirely different matter. 

Across the suburban boundaries the Indian landlord is thankful for the setting sun and onset of nightfall knowing the ragamuffin senior school students Mandy and Sherrie have returned to their abode and he's hoping they can entertain him. From his bedroom through the reverse side of the mirror built into their bedroom wall he can see glimpses of them moving about in the small adjacent kitchen and combined living area. He's finished eating so he can camp on the other side of the wall to pick up their conversations and watch what they're doing once they come into the bedroom.

They do, eventually after eating and it's Mandy, the elder of the two who flops on the bed side on to him. "I feel stuffed," she cackles like a plucked chicken. "Let's shower and do something better than cooking a meal. Besides I've got to trim up a little bit, can't have any bush there so I can enjoy you more."

Sherrie beats her to the shower as she throws her clothes off and he sees his first sight of one of them nude. She's even better than he thought being a student, her typical slim Asian build dominated by a set of firm 34-inch upstanding breasts than look bigger because of her narrow back. He's got an erection already and when Mandy strips off it's hard to tell which one turns him on the most as her figure is similar except that she's slightly taller and her breasts are slightly larger and fuller than her high school friend. Mr Singh sighs. 

How could such both sets of tits look so big on their slim bodies yet be so upright without sagging? He knows. It's because they're young. He thinks to himself that there are times when it's good to be much older because younger firm bodies seem so sexier the greater the age gap. 

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Continuing: In chapter 5 a totally embarrassed Selina has to body massage the sexy Frenchman, making him cum as he edges her step by step towards an inevitable. But it's not as simple as it seems because she's a tiger at protecting her virgin pussy. And the voyeuristic Indian landlord has his hands full with two sexy students in a cat and mouse encounter. He's the rat and they're the pussies. Don't go away.



Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 05



Without realising it, sensuous young Singapore virgin Selena, 19, now the au pair maid for a French erotic photographer Jacques Pardie and his Paris-born bisexual lover Josette, is being cleverly seduced towards an inevitable steamy sexual coming of age. 

She's smitten by his charm and an aura of wonderment fogs her mind. He's confident, masculine, sensitive and he's a leader, not a follower. He's sexy. That he's 30 years her senior means little when you're almost 20, lonely for love and can't help but feel the close presence of a father figure who's masterful as he's manly, who can romanticise with words that tease and ways that tingle her. He's also got a brutish nine-inch cock wanting to claim her in surrender.

Selena's only seen the outline of it inside his tight satin trunks when he came out of his gym downstairs but it was enough to realise it's hugely thick too. But even the sight of that and the image it holds in her mind is not enough by any means for her to desire sex with him. The thought of intimate sex doesn't come easy to this young lady of impeccable purity as she values her virginity highly. It's the only possession in life that she owns and she wants to keep it until one day the right man could come into her life. Jacques Pardie, 50, will come into her before then and ultimately Selena will meet her man in another time, another place.

Jacques, erotic photographer extraordinaire, and a man whose working life has seen him surrounded by beautiful and sexually receptive models, has chosen a strict virgin to work in his household as 'part of the family' French tradition in a ménage a trios by making her his au pair maid. It's his way to challenge his pride and his ability as a masterful seducer. At three times her age can he cajole a frightened little lamb to allow him to fleece her of her innocence without forcing her to bend to his will? 

She must come to him and only then he will smile, thinking the gods of erotica have smiled on him. His ardent ex-model lover Josette wants it to happen too. She's turned on by Selena's pure ways and for an Asian, a buxom 36-inch firm breasted beauty of unblemished complexion, tiny waist, 34-inch teenage type hips and a haunting innocence about her. The wealthy French couple hatched their plot to bring into their mansion size Singapore bungalow a girl of such purity and innocence to add spice to their life, and being bi-sexual, Josette wants to wedge the younger woman whenever the chance presents.

In a five-bedroom sized house Selena finds herself living in the lap of luxury, her own small Jacuzzi bath in her own big bedroom with a double sized bed bedecked in satin covered pillows and satin sheets, her own entertainment system for videos, games and television, a dimmer switch for mood lighting even for the two bed lamps and even an intercom connected to the master bedroom directly opposite her door across the wide hallway. The command control has been deliberately set for the intercom to remain open so that when Selena goes bed at night she can't help but overhear him making love to Josette. It's part of his seduction process to inch by inch make her want to think about him and wonder what it's like to be taken in passion. If she thinks long enough she will want to know more about him. If she wants to know more about why his ways mysteriously captivate her, she will eventually come to him to find out. It is written.

Until then however, the meek innocent au pair will remain edgy about anything sexual. The scaredy cat is hardly a sex kitten even thought she looks the part. He must get her close enough to feel the heat and power and sensitive honesty of his masculinity. Every single touch, regardless how innocent it is, will send signals to her brain but Selena will not know why.

The French couple deliberately provide a sensational see-through silk body suit 'uniform' for her to wear around their home while on duty from 7.30am until 8.30pm; long hours but they pay her extremely well and it suits Selina as she has nothing much else to do with her time so she likes the extra money going into her bank account. The part she likes about getting paid for these longer working hours is that about a quarter of the time at least she only has to be on hand. Vacuuming carpets, keeping tiled areas tidy, dusting, ironing, preparing meals, cleaning up and serving them supper makes up most of her chores but not all in the one day. The purpose of the curves-clinging skin tone body suit, which hides nothing, is to condition the gullible and naive young Singapore lass to be proud of her impeccable body and not be afraid to show it – privately.

She was almost beside herself in panic once she saw herself in the full length bedroom mirror and had to be consoled by Josette that Mr Pardie would not be offended by her looking too promiscuous but rather to see her natural beauty and admire her honesty about herself. Josette's words ring clear in her mind that in truth, she's covered from the top of her neck to the tips of her toes in the finest fabric ever made – pure silk.

The couple call out to her that they'll be out for about 90 minutes meeting two business appointments and for the first time she's alone in the huge house, just her in her skin tight skin coloured sheer silk bodysuit. She stands in front of her full length mirror looking at herself and realising how sexy she must have looked for him when he first saw her outside his in-house gym. She's proud of her figure but still self conscious about anyone seeing her like this.

But so sheer is the bodysuit it leaves nothing to the imagination regardless except to show that the young au pair has a magnificent pair and that her pussy looks outrageously inviting with its expressive camel toe where the silk sinks into the crack of her vagina and backside cleavage. She turns three quarters around to see how clear cut the cleavage is between the cheeks of her tight buttocks. She can't forget what he whispered in her ear earlier today: 'Selena, there is so much you must learn and I will teach you like a father can teach his daughter as she matures and one day looks for love.' She thinks them over and over since regaining her composure from him embracing her when he picked her up from the kitchen floor after slipping over with tap water drenching the upper part of her silk bodysuit.

But she also thinks about his words and how lovely it must be to have the joy and such love from a father, having been abandoned as a baby 19 years ago. In a way she wishes Jacques Pardie was her father, the way she respects his authority, the way he's so kind and thoughtful of her, the way he seems always in control with such confidence, the way other women seems to admire him, the way he looks so masculine and physically attractive in just his trunks, he way he....pressed up against her in the kitchen, feeling the fullness of his erection leaning upright flat against her vagina as he embraced her three hours earlier. A tingle of excitement escapes from her brain and makes her wonder even more about him. He's old enough to be her father. Was he serious saying he would look after her as though she were his own daughter and that he'd teach her things a father likes to teach his daughter as she matures?

She goes down stairs again and decides to step into the garden to enjoy the afternoon sun for a short while. She knows she's not to go out of the property in her revealing bodysuit but inside the high fence yard where it's private it's safe. She can watch the birds feeding around the water fountain and admire the beautiful garden. She has looked at the garden from her window and wonders how he keeps it so immaculate when he's so busy. She likes to smell the scent of the flowers as they make her feel happy. 

She closes the door behind her and ventures into the rear yard for the first time, resplendent in its tropical gardens and landscaping. An outdoor tiled Jacuzzi pool capable of accommodating up to four persons is adjacent to fountain and bird bath in the far corner and four or five birds flutter up into an overhanging tree as she moves towards them.

"Hello pretty birds she sings to them, looking up as they look down at her 10 feet below. Selena's not looking where she's going again and trips on the upper lip of the Jacuzzi pool and overbalances, crashing on her side and falling completely into the water. She stands up petrified but glad she's not hurt. Panic! How can she explain getting soaked in water twice within four hours? He will think she's clumsy beyond belief and lose confidence in her to be trusted in the house alone. The splash from the kitchen sink was nothing like this as she climbs out of the pool totally drenched and her skin coloured silk sticks like glue making her bodysuit appear totally transparent. 

The frightened little lamb scurries back to get through the door as quick as she can and get changed and to dry her hair before Jacques and Josette return. She's got just less than an hour but it's enough time to get changed and fix her hair by then except....except...except that she's locked herself out of the house! Selena is in a total dither, pushing back and forward on the doorknob hoping against hope the security door will suddenly open. 

Next to naked in a new neighbourhood she doesn't know what to do so she just lies down on her back on the tiled area and cries hoping for a miracle. Ten minutes pass and the silk is still stuck to her damp skin. Between her legs it is completely stuck to her vulva and her nipples stand up from the cold water. Her hands over her eyes, she sobs more quietly now assuming her fate of being found out that she's not only clumsy but went against express directions not to go outside the house in her bodysuit because of its provocative style.

If she wanted a miracle, she got the French couple's driver instead. Still sobbing softly she suddenly hears a voice she recognises. It's Jusuf the Tamil driver who brought her to the house. He's come to pick up his wages early not realising the French couple were out. At first he thinks Selina is lying on the ground completely nude so explicit is the revealing nature of the wet silk. "What happened? What happened! He shouts as he runs up to her lying prostrate on the tiled outdoor area. Selina nearly freaks out, sitting up suddenly to be confronted with the beaming face of the Singaporean driver.

She draws her knees up to hide her innocence and puts her hands over her breasts in a useless attempt to appear modest. "I've locked myself out," she wails. "I came out just to look at the birds playing around the fountain and I fell into the Jacuzzi. I am soaked through and don't know what to do."

"Where are they?" he asks naturally. Still sitting with her bum on the quarry tile, she tells him tearfully where they went. "I can't sit here soaking wet I've got to get inside. I'll be in disgrace if they see me like this."

"Why aren't you dressed, I can see you have nothing on. Why is this?"

"Oh I have, I have," she wails. It's my uniform but it's made of silk and the water's made it see-through. Oh this is so embarrassing; it's the worst time of my life."

"Did you hurt yourself when you fell over into the pool?" he asks innocently but then suggests he should look for any bruises. Selena, gullible as she was with the Indian landlord over the non-existent dangerous spider that could have bitten her (Ch 2) stands up for him to check her back. "No it's all right," he says but then holds her by her shoulders and spins her around to check the front. She feels sick inside fearing he's only doing this to look at her now thoroughly exposed body. She can't accuse him of gawking at her, but he sure does, taking in every contour of her shapely breasts and between the thighs as quickly as he can get away with it and locking the image of her naked form into his mind for future reference when wanking.

"No bruises, no bruises!" he declares. "What can I do?" she whimpers. "I can't just stand here letting you look at me like that."

"Wait , there is a window I might be able to get you into," he suddenly remembers after staring at her body a shade too long and making her put her hands over her pubis and one breasts – way too late. She stands rigid while he runs off to check, praying for a second miracle. 

"Yes there is," he announces excitedly, "around the side and it leads into the garage under the house. Jacques would not leave it open if there were no one home at all and I am the only person with the security key to the outside gate so let's see if you can get into the window."

Selina takes a deep breath, less phased than before and with some hope in her heart that he's right. She follows him around to the other side of the yard to a window that connects inside the garage to the rest of the house and the driver suggests that Mr Pardie usually leaves the inter-connecting door open unless he's away travelling. 

"How do I get into that," she complains. "It's too high. It's about twice my height easily."

"Here stand on this garden table with me and I'll lift you up so you can grab hold of the window sill and pull yourself through that way," he suggests. The ever compliant Selena does as she's told and stands with him on the timber garden table that brings her closer in height to the open window. She's still wet, her silk bodysuit twice as clear as it was when dry.

The driver grabs her around the tops of her thighs and uses all his energy to lift her upwards just long enough for her to cling to the window sill. "Pull yourself through," he calls, and I'll push up from this end." Selena gets a better hold on the window ledge and hands on for a minute getting her breath. She looks down at him, his face looking directly up at her but directly underneath her slightly parted thighs, his face a mere forearm length under her soaking wet and fully revealed genitals.

"Hang on to me, don't let go in case I fall," she sings out. She tries to drag her body up and over the window ledge but can only to manage a few inches at a time without stopping for breath. Below, he is breathless too, but for a different reason. From her new position trying to get up over the window ledge he's had to push her up by getting hold of the cheeks of her backside and the pressure he exerts is squeezing the bottom part of her cheeks outwards. To get a better grip he gets his hands to the tops of her thighs where her legs join her buttocks and where he gets a better view of innocence uncovered.

"Hold me, I'm getting there," she calls. "Don't let go. I've got to stop for a breather. Are you holding on to me? Can you see what you're doing?" she naively calls down to him as she struggles inches at a time to pull the top part of her body on to the ledge. 

"Yes, I'm holding on and I can see everything; I mean I can see what I'm doing," he calls back. Holding Selena where his hands are now and trying to push upwards to help her momentum he unintentionally, or perhaps intentionally, is forcing the outer and inner lips of her vulva to spread open widely. His face is so close he can tell there is not even a hint of pubic hair stubble let alone any fuzz at all on her pussy or around it. It's so pristine clean and the way her lips are spread wide gives him an urgent erection that almost tips him to one side and overbalance.

He can't move from this position or this view up between her legs from directly under her until her torso is more so across the window ledge. After nearly a 10-minute struggle she finally gets enough of herself in the window to call out he can let go. Never again in his life will he get 10 minutes looking directly between the thighs of a naked young woman with such magnificent pre-pubescent looking genitals so generously displayed for his personal attention. 

The young Singapore girl is so glad to get herself inside the house and recover from the mess she's in that it hasn't even crossed her mind that the employed Tamil driver has in the past 15 to 20 minutes seen everything there is to see about Selena's sexy body. She pokes her head out the window and thanks him for coming to her rescue. 

"And thank you too," he calls back. It was very pleasurable to help." No wonder.

"Please don't tell Mr Pardie what happened," she remembers to say. "Oh don't worry, I won't say a thing, I'll have other things on my mind," he returns. She's made his day, his week, his month, his year.

Back in the house however, Selena moves fast to clean herself up, drying her hair and getting changed into one of the spare silk body suits. She covers her tracks with just 10minutes to spare and is in the kitchen getting dinner when they return, hearing them talk to the driver outside in the courtyard. Nothing is mentioned about her splash in the outdoor pool. Jusuf has covered for her and why not after she pretty much uncovered for him in a way he won't forget for a long time.

Josette whispers in Selena's ear not to forget that just after 9 o'clock she will come to her room to give her some hints on how to approach tomorrow morning's body massage for Jacques. It's the usual Saturday morning indulgence for him and normally Josette does it herself but now they have Selena as their au pair it comes into her duties – according to the French, of course. She is to surprise him by coming to their room just after 7.30am and offer to massage him. It's Josette's sexy idea on the premise that it's time Selena joined the real world and was not afraid to see a man naked or do a body massage. Her argument stymied Selena for a while and had her thinking: if she's spooked to see a man naked before the young virgin one day finds her own real love, how can she ever hope to please him if she's so childishly timid? All that aside, the young Singapore virgin remains rattled inside about being given such an onerous task so new to the job yet she must try for his sake and hope she doesn't show how nervous she is about it.

The French woman tells Jacques she's going to see Selena and have a chat with her for a while to see how she's settling into her new role, taking with her a container of the aphrodisiac massage oil she'll give her to use on Jacques in the morning. It's specially formulated to penetrate the skin and be absorbed into the bloodstream quickly to induce a feeling of desire if used on erogenous zones.

She sits beside Selena on her bed. "You know why I've come to see you don't you?"

"You want to tell me about him, about Mr Pardie, that I must massage him in the morning. Do I have to do it really? You know how shy I am and I've never touched a man's body before; it's my orphanage upbringing, I'm sorry."

"Selena this is your chance to break free from your past, it's as though you've been a prisoner in bondage all these years, tied up and not allowed to exercise your mind in the wider world. Jacques is a very kind man, very handsome and I'm sure he thinks a lot of you or he would not have chosen you against all the other pretty girls who applied for the au pair position. 

"Do you think he's handsome for a man his age, 50?"

"Yes he's very handsome, quite ruggedly so, he doesn't seem an old man to me."

The French model laughs. "Why is it that young women under 21 think a man of about 50 is old? People are as old as they feel and when I feel Jacques inside me he feels like a young man, so virile and passionate, so filling. He's smarter and more articulate in love than any young man; he's learned from hard experience how a woman's thinks, what turns her on and how to go about it. I am 30 and I don't think he's too old for me."

Selena nods. "He's very fit, I saw how fit he looks when he came out of his gym downstairs today. He is very muscular and must look after his body very well, I felt so fragile standing next to him."

"Selena, did you notice his trunks, his tight satin trunks."




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"Yes they were very tight. I couldn't help notice."

"Did you notice something about them; I saw you looking and your eyebrows were raised as if you were surprised at something." 

"Well, I, it, I think, it..arr was....."

"It was his penis perhaps?" Josette answers.

Blushing, she nods. "Josette I didn't know where to look. It stood out so big, I've never been so close to a man so close to being undressed before and I thought if this is what it's like it's....it's...."

"Exciting?"

"Yes, I'm ashamed to say. I felt a strange feeling when I saw it; I'm glad he didn't notice me looking."

"Jacques misses nothing about you, Selena, and the strange feeling was you feeling turned on?"

"What do you mean, turned on?"

The French woman could go into hysterics discovering Selena doesn't understand the expression 'turned on' but she knows that this is not an ordinary virgin, she's one of the most protected rare kind of virgins, totally inexperienced, naive, gullible and with poor knowledge of the meaning of sexual words. She's so hopeless in anything intimate most men would not want to know her except for one thing: she's reeks of sensuous natural beauty and sexiness but she's unaware of how stunning she looks and the way this sexiness connects. She smiles at Selena and puts her hand on top of the young one's hand. 

"Turned on means getting sexually stimulated Selena, you must surely touch yourself."

"Yes is that what you call it?" 

"Don't worry about it my dear let me suggest to you that if seeing that hard shape inside Jacques trunks today did turn you on even for a moment you will get your chance to see the real thing tomorrow morning when you massage him. I assure you, once he knows it's you rubbing him he will be hard as an iron bar."

"You mean stiff?" the young virgin prompts.

"Yes, stiff if you like. And you must please him."

Pleasing him by making him come is the farthest thing from her mind and Selena doesn't know that's part of what she must do. "Oh Josette I wouldn't know how to go about it; I've never massaged anyone and he's met and mixed with hundreds of really experienced models, I could look foolish. I saw some of their portraits he's done. Some even had his signature on their faces. He said only some of the more experienced models got his signature because the client pays the models twice as much fee to have it put there."

"Did Jacques explain what the signature really was?"

"He said it was from him, his personal signature, from inside him. I was shocked and said the models must have been horrified and ashamed but he said they liked it."

"Are you telling me that you have never seen a man naked? You've never seen a man's cock with an erection? You've never felt one, seen a man ejaculate?"

"I am telling you the truth Josette, never. I've never been in a situation like that. What is it like? I mean, what is it like to see a man like that?"

The French model laughs playfully and squeezes the young Singapore girl's hand. "You will know tomorrow I'm sure but let me say to you it's a sight that will please many a girl and a woman and when you see my man naked, his beautiful tight butt and his majestic erection, you will know why I like to please him. Now Selena, you need to get the feel of what to do tomorrow morning. Please be up early and come into our room at 7.30 precisely that's when he is ready to get out of bed. I know his every move. Now I want you to wear the black negligee we gave you, he likes that one best. You will look twice as pretty in that one."

"I can do that, it is even more private on me than my silk bodysuit," she replies. 

"Tell me what you find most interesting about my man, my Jacques," purrs the older woman to the novice. "Oh, I think he is very masculine, he would make an excellent father, and he is quite masterful in the way he seems to know what's right. He's handsome and gentle and I like that."

"And he's extremely sexy," adds Josette. "Now Selena let's get your clothes off so I can show you what a massage is like and this will help you tomorrow morning."

"Oh Josette please don't make me undress I feel ashamed to be naked. Please no."

"What's wrong Selena? What makes you so afraid for someone to touch you? You were like this at the hotel when I interviewed you for the job and you crossed your legs so I couldn't get near your panties. I was only trying to put the tape measure on you. Look, I'm your friend, I'm not going to hurt you, besides it's part of your responsibility for us as our au pair that you undress if we ask you to."

"I'm so unsure about it. You don't understand."

"Goodness girl, you're almost 20 and old enough not to have these sorts of fears unless...unless.. Selena, has someone sexually abused you?"

"I don't know what you mean. What does it mean?"

"Has someone, anyone, ever touched your body when you were younger for you to be afraid of undressing and being touched?"

She looks down at the floor and then looks at Josette finding warmth in her eyes and then throws her arms around the French woman hugging her tight. "I don't know I'm not sure," she sobs.

"Selena I'm not leaving this room until you tell me. I know you are still a virgin so what on earth can be wrong for you to be so afraid of sex or anyone even touching you. Now tell me you sweet child or I'll stay here until you tell me who it was. There was someone wasn't there?"

She nods.

"A friend, a relative, a neighbour, who?"

Finally years of pent up emotion break and she cries softly, consoled by a loving arm of an older woman who knows all about. "At the orphanage some members of the staff were allowed to take selected resident kids home for weekends every so often if we behaved," she starts to explain, and then bursts into tears again. Josette gives her time to find herself, gently stroking her hair. The French model is bi and can't wait to make love to Selena herself, knowing that in time it will happen but just now her heart goes out to the teenager. "Tell me more, I am listening and no one else will know if you tell me," she consoles.

"One lady there chose me, she was in her forties I think but I was just nine then but I had no mother and she treated me so nice I was happy to go to her home. She lived alone but she had a friend, another woman about her age, who also stayed with her on weekends.

"On the Friday and Saturday nights I had to sleep between them and that's when they did it to me."

"What did they do?"Josette asks fearing the worst in a world of strap-on dildos, light bondage and even BDSM. "They took turns kissing me."

"On the mouth I hope?"

"No, between my legs and they took turns until my whole body shuddered and I felt a strange sensation down there that made me puff and pant for breath."

"They made you come."

"I didn't know what it was except that it felt good and I didn't know what they did to me was wrong. How would I know? No one ever told me."

"Is that all they did Selena? Nothing else I hope?"

"Only to repay them for the nice feeling they were giving me I had to do the same to both of them, one at a time until they said they were satisfied. My face was always wet and sometimes the way they were screaming I got real frightened."

"Oh you poor child, that must have been fearful for you How long did this continue?"

Selena is too embarrassed to answer and sits silently, her head down. "Come on darling, you can tell me and the sooner you do the sooner you can get these bad memories to disappear. How long?"

"Until I was 16."

"Good god girl, that's seven years! You must be mistaken."

"No," she sobs.

"Why didn't you tell someone?"

"I didn't know any better. I was raised there from a baby. No one ever told me anything. The two women said when I get older I would need to do this properly when I had girl friends. I didn't mind because it always felt good but I just didn't know any better. They used me like a toy. They told me when they started that it was natural to do it as everyone does it and because they never hurt me, I never complained. "

"It stopped when you were 16? What happened to that woman? Was she arrested?"

"She lost her job but I don't know why. She just didn't turn up for work one day and a new woman replaced her. No one ever asked me about anything and I never said anything as I didn't want to get into trouble. I knew if I'm well behaved I'd be able to leave when I turned 18 and that's all that mattered to me."

"They didn't do anything kinky did they? Making you bend over and putting anything into you like a man does to a woman?"

"No, I don't know what you mean by that. As I got older, about 13, the other woman would sit on my face and make me lick her while the other one got down between her legs kissing her there. Then they took turns about. They would never stop until they gave me that feeling so they said I'd be satisfied. And it was good, but looking back now I'm totally ashamed to let anyone see my personal body as I trusted them. One weekend after they were doing it with me for most of the night they had a big fight. I could hear them rousing each other and talking very nasty. It was about me and I wanted to get out of there, but couldn't. I didn't even know where I was or where I could go. I was only 14"

"What were they fighting about Selina?"

"I don't know except that it was to do with me. The lady who took me home kept shouting no way, no way, don't do it, she's still just a kid. I didn't understand it but it seemed to me the other lady wanted to do something with me that was different. I heard a word like bonding but I'm not sure. I never saw the other woman after that weekend, it was always with just the lady who took me from the orphanage but then later, I was 15 then, she had a man friend who took pictures of me lying on the bed posing in all sorts of ways and then playing with myself. It was awful. By then I was frightened in case the man wanted something but I only saw him the once. He was always dressed in a suit but never took anything off. He just seemed to want pictures of me"

"Selena I can't believe you let it go on for so long. Wasn't there someone you could talk to?"

"Josette it wasn't that simple. Just after the man episode but he never touched me, on the way back to the orphanage the lady said In only had three years to go and when I'm 18 I can join the outside world, get a job and live happily ever after but I must not say anything to anyone about her because both of us would be in trouble and if I'm in any trouble I won't be able to leave when I'm 18 for my punishment."

"Those people are all despicable and deserve to be shot and no wonder you feel jumpy about me putting my hands on you. But this is different now, Jacques and I genuinely care for you and we make a beautiful ménage a trios as we say in France."

"What does it mean? 

"It means a threesome. Remember when I first showed you through our bungalow and you saw the size of the master bed and you said it's big enough for four people and I said, no, that's one too many."

"Oh," the innocent young Asian girl replies.

"Selena you can trust me no can't you? Please undress for me and let me spoil you with this wonderfully warm body oils. This is how I want you to spoil Jacques in the morning."

She looks defeated. "If I do it, you won't tell Mr Pardie will you?"

"Of course not, now let me help you."

Finally after gentle coaxing thee French woman's got the sweet Asian delight out of her clothing and standing in front of her nude. Even for an experienced woman such as the former model, the sight of Selena completely naked is soul stirring and sexually stimulating. Josette thinks it's no wonder that the older woman sought her out and took her home from the orphanage when she was just a tweeny to pleasure on her pure body, but as soon as the thought crosses her mind, Josette slaps herself on the side of her face to admonish herself in a sense of guilt.

"What do you want me to do now?" asks the naive young virgin. Josette can only imagine how she was like putty in their hands in those lost weekends away from the orphanage. "Lie on this large towel here on your tummy and I'll start on your back. The massage is gentle and relaxing, squeezing out the tension in the lower part of her neck and shoulders. "It feels very nice," is the response. "It gets better," Josette tells her as she moves down her back and commences on the cheeks of her bum.

"You have a beautiful well rounded and tight derriere," cooes the French woman licking her lips for the day when she will do much more than this with such a pure nubile body to work out her fantasies with a younger person. She runs her hands right between the deep crack in her backside separating them as much as she can to induce the penetrating aphrodisiac properties of the massage oils into her private areas but leaving her genitals until she turns her over. She works down both legs, putting greater emphasis on the insides of her legs, separating them so she can see the young Asian's pristine pussy looking fat and delicious.

"You must do it this way for Jacques," she says as she continues rubbing up and down her thighs but when he's on his back that's when you need to do more work on his muscular thigh muscles, he turns me on so," says the older woman as she then turns the girl over and takes a deep breath at her innocence and beauty. Her breasts sit up firmly even when she's in this position, so well rounded and full and a perfect size for her young body, the cone shaped pointy nipples giving her breasts an erotic appearance. So far she hasn't touched any of the Asian's sex organs but as she moves to her breasts, Selena sits up suddenly, her legs still outstretched. "Oh Josette I didn't know you must do this to me, do you have to touch me here? Mr Pardie doesn't have tits like me to massage."

"No my sweet but you do, I have to do your chest, in fact, while you're sitting up now I'll do them how they look when you sitting, they are so supple and firm looking. "Now take our hands away Selena, we are both women and you need not be frightened, you're not nine or ten now when that other bad woman was feeling your body for a different reason, it's me, right here with you, showing how you must look after Mr Pardie tomorrow morning."

Selena, ever compliant, does as she's told. She's been that way as a child always doing as she's told by someone superior to her and at 19 plus she's little different. The French woman's hands glide all over her breasts making sure she massages well into the nipples and the sensitive sides of her breasts. The nipples quickly become erect, standing out quite outrageously and making Josette wish she could suck on them now. She knows it would break protocol with Jacques as he must be the first to taste her in his mouth. But as she continues to move down her abdomen the sexually stimulating effects of the aphrodisiac in the oil is warming Selena up and she's sighing appreciatively with a much more relaxed look on her tender face.

Working up from her ankles to the tops of her thighs it's an erotic image looking up between her legs at her well formed camel toe pussy curvaceously sweeping down between her thighs. The extra amounts of the arousal aphrodisiac she spreads in the close inner thighs and either side and across pubic swell will help, but not as much as what she's putting on her fingers now as she spreads them flat across the top of her clitoris and slowly, but with pressure slides her hand downward and then quickly back up over her vagina and clitoris and then quickly back down again, repeating the movement until the oil is well embedded into the folds of her outer and inner labia as well as around her clit glans. Selena, caught by surprise, yelps and her hips leave the bed for a moment but Josette quickly pushes her back down and continues to move three flat fingers in a slow circular manner over her clitoris with such immediate efficiency that the young Asian lies prone, emotions in a muddle and giving way to perfect pleasure

She feels the heat from the stimulants working into her and creating spicy tingling sensations inside her thighs and even more quickly in the soft and sensitive surfaces of her vagina and labia. The Pardie wealth makes it possible to procure only the ultimate in sexual stimulants worked into the body's strategic places.

Her clit is fully erect and she swoons as this unusual and new to her feeling makes it impossible for her conservative nature to escape being seduced. The French model looks glowingly at her as the young Asian au pair stares at her plaintively, moaning softly, her mouth open as if she wants to speak but words are frozen in the burning heat she feels in her sexual regions, her nipples, anus, inner thighs and whole vulva seem to be on fire. Her eyes, wide open looking fearful at first, turn to a dazed expression, then wide open again and she frowns before shutting her eyes and throwing her head right back moaning, "oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh" her chin pointing to the ceiling.

Josette continue to rub the massage oil around and around her engorged clit to bring on the impending orgasm, leaning across to squeeze her breasts with the free hand. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh the au pair pants quite loudly signally to Josette that she is on the way. Selena's eyes stay shut, transfixed in the heat of a burning passion, her right hand grabs for her hot button in an attempt to satisfy the lustful feeling burning in her loins. The French woman, beaming at the sight, moves her own hand away from the hairless pussy glistening in the dampness of the oil and watches with a playful look as her young charge masturbates furiously from the effects of the Spanish Fly and other arousal agents penetrating deep into her major erogenous zones. 

The innocent maid is being driven into a torrent of sexual torment; rubbing her breasts with one hand and dazzling her clitoris with rapid circular stroking as the intensity increases. Josette uses both hands to caress inside the girl's upper thighs and Selena, seemingly unable to lift her head now tilted back even further, her eyes still shut, moans continuously in short, sharp jerky gasps as her pulse races, her heart beat pounds and her breathing is erratically fast. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! O! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! She gasps in loud puffing exclamations her left hand now driving her fingers into her vagina as her right hand's fingers swirl around her engorged clit. Josette massages her breasts knowing the orgasm will be quick and hard but it won't wait.

She comes with a loud cry as the raging sexual tension releases from within, her erect clit retracts into its hood in nature's way of protecting it from further exposure to touch due to its high sensitivity at this stage of arousal or she could pass out if continued to be stimulated. Her loud cry is heard by Jacques across the hallway and he smiles. It's a cry that sounds like she's in pain, but she's so deeply embedded in ecstatic pleasure her immature emotions can't cope. Her hips are thrusting rapidly as she throws her hand away from her clitoris during her orgasmic scream she but continues to plunge her fingers inside her vagina while the spasms consumes her sexual regions  

Josette strokes Selena's forehead, her eyes still shut tight up with a strained expression of concern on it momentarily before she opens her eyes in a look of wonderment, breathing fast as the roller coaster ride inside her comes out of the last steep dive with its rushing speed and turns the last corner to ease up and stop. The heat hasn't gone out of her loins yet and will remain with her through the night making her wake up in the morning feeling sexy.

The French woman speaks first, softly. "Get your breath first darling, you had an orgasm and it must have been a good one," she purrs. "You look so serene right now, so beautiful and so sensuous I could eat you." The connotation of being eaten by the older woman goes over her head since she was forced to do this for more than a hundred times over seven years when captive to the orphanage staffer but in the maelstrom of orgasmic euphoria the remark goes past her ears.




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She struggles to sit up, resting on her elbows. "Oh Josette I'm so sorry. I don't know what come over me; I'm so embarrassed I lost control. I was enjoying your massage and it was making me feel so...so. It was making me feel..."

"Sexy?" Josette answers.

"Yes, that must be it. I felt so sexy I can't understand it. I'm sorry for the noise I made please don't tell Mr Pardie I can't control myself when I'm touched by someone. It all started when I was taken to that lady's home at weekends from the orphanage. The two ladies there always gave me something to drink every time and rubbed something all over my bare bottom and between my legs when they put me into the bed between them. I made such a noise when they excited me I couldn't help myself and I've been like that ever since I was that earliest age like I told you."

"That's all right Selena, lots of women are very loud when they get aroused. I think it's a good sign of healthy release. No good bottling it up. I'm a bit loud myself at times; don't be surprised if you hear me from across the hallway. But Selena those women were despicable and were not interested in helping you, they were just helping themselves to you; they must have been lesbians using your innocence for their own kicks but here in our home you will always be safe. 

Selena smiles as Josette caresses the side of her face and runs her fingers down the girl's arm. "Thank you for showing me what I must do. I don't feel as frightened about it now I've allowed you to see me with no clothes. Your massage was so beautiful, at first I felt I could float away on a cloud but before you could finish I got this feeling coming over me and..."

"Just relax now Selena, a good orgasm like that one is good for your nerves and you will sleep well, and I'm going to let you go to bed now so you can sleep on that lovely sexy feeling. Tomorrow morning put on your black negligee and come to our room at 7.30. Jacques will be ready, lying on the bed on his stomach with a towel under him because I will put it there and make out I'm getting a glass of water. He thinks I'm massaging him and he won't see you enter the room the way I'll have him lie down, eyes shut waiting for my touch. 

"When you come in, just pick up the oil on the side table that will be near where his feet come to. Start by putting it on his derriere. Now it's a very sexy one, those cheeks are tight like a young man's and just the perfect shape and size it turns me on. You could really enjoy doing this."

"Josette I will be a nervous wreck inside but I will try my hardest to do it properly. What if he gets an erection? I looked at him there in his gym trunks this morning and oh, oh, it seems quite big, what if it's like that when he turns over?"

"Selena, it's much easier to massage a man's penis when it's hard than when it's soft. If he gets an erection seeing you in your negligee consider that a compliment. It means he's happy to see you."

"Oh yes, that's nice to know. I want him to be happy to see me and think I am doing my job well. I do so much want to keep my job; I would not like to lose it by not doing my jobs well. Surely though he won't expect me to massage it will he? Can I go around it as thought I'm not looking at it?"

Josette laughs cheerfully. "No darling, you can't go past something like that. I assure you if he's hard you won't want to go around it, you will want to take it in your hand and feel it, squeeze it, rub it, and make him come."

She blushes at the thought. "You make a difficult thing sound s so simple but that is you, not me. I will be shaking, and yes, I could get excited and be shaking more again but I will be glad when it's over and I can make him happy so he knows I am good at my work."

"Just remember to rub the oil all around his testicles, now they're quite large in his scrotum bag thing and that's because he carries a lot of sperm in there. Your job will be to make him release some of that. It's important for a man's well being to release it now and then unless he's having sex all the time."

"Oh Josette, it sounds too much for me. You know I've never seen a man naked and never touched anything like that so what if I freak out and make a fool of myself? I can't imagine me making it spurt out, I wouldn't know how."

"Tut tut my young lady. That's enough of that. You might surprise yourself yet. Don't forget you are part of our private ménage a trios and that's far more important than being a servant. We brought you into our household in the traditional French au pair custom but here in Singapore we are doing it slightly different. You are part of our family, Jacques, me and you, we will all be very close."

"Thank you both for trusting me. It feels so good and makes me happy to work for him; he is such a man I respect him so much. I like to think he is like a father to me. I never knew my real father. Mr Pardie can be like my father, I feel so safe and happy around him. He's so handsome and strong, you are a very lucky lady Josette to have him as your man. I have no one."

"But you do, my dear, you can make Jacques be your father figure. He can be your pretend father from now. He will respect you and look after you like a daughter and all you have to do is please him, it's that simple."

"Oh but I will, I will," she trills like a happy canary in a cage. "If he's my pretend father, you will be like my pretend mother and I can be like your pretend daughter. Can we be like that? It would be nice, would he mind?"

The French model giggles like a girl. "It all sounds so crazy but why not, we are one happy family here, the three of us and whatever you wish to think to make you happy you can believe and enjoy." The two women hug each other as though something's been decided. "Selena, I will tell him tonight that his pretend daughter wants to please him, that's all I have to say. Jacques never married and never had children. He'd be delighted if he thought you would act like a daughter to him. Daddies and daughters go well together"

"But I can't be his real daughter can I? I can't be?"

"No of course not, no more than I'd be your mother but in our cosy ménage a trios anything is possible in our thoughts so we have these fantasies of what it would be like to be close in a family sort of way in ordinary times and in times of pleasure it can be naughty fun."

"Oh Josette, I couldn't possibly do anything rude in front of him. He'd be horrified if he thought I was a loose woman. I would be ever so happy just for him to hug me and I can him and maybe steal a little kiss if you let me."

"I'm going to bed now, our little flower, so I'll leave you to your dreams and see you in the morning. I will come in after you've started massaging him as though I didn't know about it but don't jump up and try to hand the job back to me, it's our little secret. I will just make out I'm surprised and pleased you were so thoughtful to offer to do this as a surprise for him. Now you just lie back on your bed now and think about Mr Pardie wearing those tight satin trunks this morning and how you're about to find out what that big shape looks like without his trunks."

Josette puts her bedroom light on the lowest dimmer switch as Selena climbs into bed with no clothes on and waves goodnight to her She lies there on her back, still feeling sexy after her experience and kept more so that way by thinking of how she can make him happy. This is her big chance to really get on side with her master and cement her position in the household. She lies back thinking of how he looked with that iron bar shape inside his satin trunks outside the gym room and then switches off the light to lie there in the darkened room to fall asleep.

She finds it hard to sleep for a while, tossing and turning and suddenly she hears his voice, it's muffled, but it's him. She hears Josette's French accent too. They are mumbling and whispering something and it's coming through the intercom above her head near the bed. She tries to switch it of but it seems stuck so she tries to ignore the sounds, but listens for his voice which bewitches her.

Selena doesn't know but this is another one of his seduction techniques to draw her in closer to him, to be fascinated and made to wonder about his strength, his masculine aura, his sexuality. Josette plays along, both of them well aware that unless she's already asleep she will hear them quite clearly. 

"What do you think of Selena?" she hears her ask.

"A rose in the Spring would not smell as beautiful as this young woman," she hears him reply. The young Singapore girl smiles to herself, her hand reaching between her legs as she wonders.

"Jacques she's a very sexy young woman, I can tell, she's got the looks of an angel, a heart of gold and a figure better than mine at her age. Do you think she's perfect?"

"Nothing is perfect," he replies, but we all try for perfection. If Selena has any faults I will find them but I will not harm the girl, she is a breath of fresh air to me."

Josette and Jacques are aiming their words at Selena's ears, not to each other, hoping the innocent virgin is still awake and will hear them. "Oh Jacques, you're hard already. God your cock's so sexy, so big and powerful looking, it's so thick in my hand. Having you inside me makes me feel a real woman. I never felt like a real woman until a man first put his cock in me but yours, my god, it's something else. Did those pretty models fight each other for you?"

Selena is sitting up now, all ears, straining to hear better but the reception is loud and clear with no background noise to interfere. "They were nothing like you Josette, you know how to reach me."

"Jacques you, my ardent lover, never before have any men reached so deeply into my heart and my soul as you. When you hold me in your strong arms I feel like a baby safe in your protection, your kisses melt me and your presence makes me feel like I am the only woman you'll ever need. And what of Selena; do you think of her?"

"She is pure as the driven snow which is good, there are not as many like her today at her age, but she is still a girl waiting to become a woman. I will take her there when she is ready."

"You want to fuck her don't you, my darling?" 

"She will come when she is ready, only she will know when. I cannot and will not make her want me inside her. She must want sex first and then she must desire me so strongly she cannot wait any longer for such love."

"Our love, don't forget," Josette reminds him. 

"Yes, our love, I know my dear heart that you desire Selena too and I can understand why. I think the young woman has so much restrained passion deep inside her that when the time is right and when she comes to me so I can penetrate her to end her virginity only then can we expect this precious jewel in our life to bond with us in the one bed. My first time with will last for hours, I will know every inch of her body, feel her heat, taste her breath, our bodies will be as one, intertwined."

"Oh god, you turn me on just saying that Jacques. I can imagine it now,"

Selena, hearing all this, is shivering , her teeth almost chattering. But not from being cold, it's from the sudden realisation of where she fits in. She's now more confused than ever; she wants so much to be accepted by him as a fine woman he can admire but she now realises there is a catch. She wants so much for him to be a father-like figure for her esteem, but she knows now he wants to bed her. She wants so much to be retained as the couple's au pair help for the security and comforts of a good home it provides but she now realises they will expect her to join them in lovemaking.

But when? How long do I have? She asks herself. Her resilience to falling like a leaf from a tree will remain with her, she knows she must massage him in the morning and according to Josette, spend much time handling and massaging his big penis. Doing this is her greatest test of character in her life so far. She can actually be with the man she feels she is starting to love and have her hands over ever part of his bare body, to see his huge erection standing up like a light pole and be excited by the sight and feel of it and yet she must not be affected. She must keep her composure and never let them know she overheard their conversation but protect her virginity even if he gets annoyed or angry with her.

By the tone of their conversation she wasn't supposed to hear – she thinks - Jacques and Josette have brought her into their household to groom her for lovemaking. Is this a better life than living in the small but friendly apartment alongside the Indian landlord Mr Singh? Yes, she decides, but she is not ready for sex with him. In her heart of hearts she feels the pain of waiting to be satisfied by a man and Mr Pardie, to her, is more than just another man, he's her Superman and she will almost worship the ground he walks on as long as he gives her the time she needs to say 'it's time.' 

She will do her best to please him but the Big Man will find this virgin is a difficult catch but worth waiting for on another day. When it happens it will surpass anything he's ever experienced in his life of lovemaking and it will take him by surprise.

CONTINUING: In Chapter 6 Selena has her hands around the nine-inch thick penis she knows will one day plunge deep inside her, ending her virginity and making the girl into a woman, but there are adventures to overcome first and things are not always as they seem. Meanwhile in chapter 6, her former Indian landlord, the randy Mr Singh is locked in a sexy game of cat and mouse with the promiscuous school girl tenant hotties, Mandy and Sherrie, to see who comes out on top. 



Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 06



Continuing this one-third true and two-thirds fictional story about the sexual awakenings of a scaredy cat sexually afraid Singapore virgin's transformation into a playful sex kitten. This series is based on real events in the life of a 20 year-old Singapore resident Asian girl over a three- year period. It is condensed and embellished to allow it to be told in a limited story form with her approval and with fictional names of all characters. 

Raised in an orphanage she's never touched a man's body but now finds herself having to give a full body massage to the masterful seducer, erotic photographer Jacques Pardie, 50, who's hired her as a live-in 'Oo-La-La' au pair maid in company with his ex-Parisian bisexual glamour model lover Josette, aged 30.

Selena, not quite 20, beautiful and graceful with her 36-18-34 shapely figure, wakes to a new dawning in her private quarters of the French couple's bungalow in the upmarket area of Bukit Timah in central Singapore. It's a part of the city she could never afford to rent but since being recently employed by wealthy and well travelled French business couple as their au pair, she's found herself living in luxury compared to her cramped quarters across town with the opportunist Indian landlord.

She's beginning to discover that everything comes at a price. The trappings of a fine lifestyle with a caring couple in Jacques and Josette in their luxurious French decor bungalow, the excellent wages and bonuses she can earn, the importance of finding herself in life in a good situation after so many years of orphanage uncertainty has her thankful for this change of direction yet the strict virgin that she is makes her fear she will be seen by the worldly Frenchman as a comparative child after his 30 years of work surrounded by sexy models.

His imposing accent and commanding physique, his gentle ways, confidence and way with words somehow haunts the young Asian girl's senses. Inwardly he excites her but she's not sure why. Perhaps it's because she never knew a father, abandoned as a week-old baby.

She's hardly slept all night overhearing them in their bedroom talking about her. She thinks the intercom connecting their bedrooms was accidentally left open and their conversation was meant to be private between lovers in their bed, but it was a deliberate ploy of the masterful artist of seduction to condition her puritan mind that sex is good. She can't get their words out of her mind... "but she is still a girl waiting to become a woman. I will take her there when she is ready" and then hearing Josette say "you want to fuck her don't you?"...

What were quivers running through her body until then suddenly became tremors of trepidation, the knowledge of what must somehow lie ahead. It strikes mild panic in her mind that "unless she performs in her duties as their au pair" all she has gained is lost and it's back to a life of drudgery and uncertainty, yet the poor girl is in no position to give them what it appears they want: her body, her innocence, the only thing she can say is her own. As she gets ready she realises with horrifying reality the real meaning of a French ménage a trios. She is caught between a rock and a hard place -- the rock in this instance is her rock solid desire to remain a virgin at all costs and the hard place is where his penis resides.

He knows that for a man 30 years her senior, he will require every skill in the book to win her mind before he can win the body of this stunningly beautiful young woman who is totally inexperienced and scared of sex after being indecently fondled over years of outsourced company with a female staff member on weekend stopovers.

Even that it happened between the ages of nine and 16 the latter realisation that it was wrong is embedded in her mind, a feeling of confusion and fear at being touched sexually yet the latent natural desire of a girl who's now a young woman with physical needs based on affection cloud her thoughts. She's instructed by Josette to body massage her employer wearing just her black negligee and to approach him offering to do it as a surprise to please him.

This is something thrust on her; she'd never volunteer to do this but it's Josette's way of forcing her to move on in her life and bury the past events that have stilted her confidence about herself. Physically she is stunning to look at with a near perfect figure but mentally she is naive, gullible, lacking confidence with low self esteem, an academic flop at school even believing that being gullible is something to be proud of. Her poor understanding of the meaning of some words and expressions show up her weaknesses. Her real strength is her absolute innocence, and her natural beauty.

It will dwell within the Frenchman's mind like a drug driving him crazy and unsatisfied until the day he can get her to surrender herself to him. For a man so many years her senior it's a tall order but one he pursues with unrelenting zest, for he must win her mind piece by piece like winning a game of chess. There is no simple single move, but a series of carefully constructed tactics that move by move can move her closer towards him. 

The Frenchman wants to meet this self-imposed challenge to test his ability as a renowned seducer. Has he lost it with advancing age? Can a man of 50 sexually attract a young woman just leaving her teens by his presence, not his wealth? He needs to know, and this is why he's employed her. His lover Josette being bisexual is keen to help; knowing that if he succeeds there will be self gratifying rewards for her with Selena, too.

His slow hand approach is chipping away at the fortress-like mindset blocking her willingness to open up to them. Slowly but surely it's working; his many platonic touches and the way he mesmerises her with his sexy soft French accent sends tingles through her body. But Selena is a tiger for protecting her pussy: she's determined to remain a virgin until she finds real love so she can give to her man her only life's possession -- her purity -- knowing how much it means to a man. 

Her quandary now is how to cope with what appears to be happening after hearing their bedroom conversation they wanted her to overhear 'accidentally' through the connecting intercom. They've hired her and put her on the path to financial freedom, security and a luxury style living experience in return for something she doesn't want to give up, her only real possession. She can't go back to the old address -- her old job is gone and so too the cheap rent she got from the Indian landlord who's since taken in two saucy school students recently expelled from high school.

Selena has no choice but to continue in her au pair role, never realising at the outset it would amount to wearing see-through body hugging clothes around the house and now, instructions to massage her employer on Saturday mornings. She's never touched a man in her life and despite freaking out at the thought of it, the Frenchman's partner, Josette, insists Selena must do this as a means of helping her mature more in the mind if ever she's going to make a suitable wife for a future husband.

It's 7.00am and she's on her way to his room wearing the black silk negligee she thinks best covers her as it's the only one that's not see-through, even though it's a baby doll length falling to the tops of her shapely smooth thighs. The matching thong-type silk panty is alluring to say the least and barely covers her vulva but she figures it hides her better than the one-piece skin coloured silk body suit she wears without anything under it in the daytime as her so-called uniform. Josette has provided Selena with the massage oils she needs and makes sure she's not in the master bedroom when Selena arrives there for what is surely her most daunting experience about to happen.

He's lying in bed, his face turned away from the door as she enters, just as she hoped. He only knows that Josette has gone to the kitchen and is coming back to massage him as she does every Saturday morning. Her first words seem as though they could be part of a dream.

"Sir, Mr Pardie sir, please wake up, I'm here to give you your massage."

Her voice electrifies him. This is a real surprise, something Josette has not ventured to tell him. He rolls over at the sound of her words. "Selena! What are you doing here?"

"Sir I am here to give you your massage, I asked Josette if she'd let me," she lies. 

"Am I hearing things?" he looks at her quizzically, his nudity covered by the satin sheet from the waist down. "No sir, I would wish I could learn from you by doing this. Josette thinks it will help me understand why she loves you so much and how I can appreciate you more," she replies. He's instantly suspicious that Josette has made her do this but he doesn't mind; it can only help him lure her closer to him. Selena is hoping he's wearing something no matter how brief it is.

"Sir I must confess I have never done this before, I've never massaged anyone but I'm willing to learn. You said when you hired me that you would forgive me if I make mistakes until I learn my job better as I go so how would you like me to start?" 

His eyes are now wide open and he realises she's wearing just a black negligee, her well formed 36-inch breasts pushing the top of the garment outwards and making the bottom of it barely reach the tops of her youthful thighs. The way she's dressed, standing at the side of the bed with the negligee promoting her sensuality makes her worthy of a young woman ready to make love on her wedding night. He wishes he could lustfully pull her onto the bed alongside of him and have his way with her, her body so seductively appealing to a man who's had many women but is trying to recapture his long lost youth, wanting one more of the age when he started enjoying sex 30 years earlier.

She looks forlornly lost in his huge bedroom waiting his instructions, unable to make a decision what to do first in case she goes about it the wrong way. He asks her to sit on the side of the bed for a few minutes and he sits up, still covered just above his thighs, and puts his arm around her shoulder in a calming gesture.

"This is new to you isn't it Selena? You've never been in a man's bedroom on your own before have you?" he asks, looking at the way she tries to put on a brave face but cannot hide the truth that she's nervy.

"No sir, I feel out of place here. I've never done anything and no one's ever showed me. I think you should have your privacy from me; it's not fair to you that I should see you without clothes."

He puts his hand under her slightly dipping chin, the sign she's trapped and feeling helpless. His other hand strokes the side of her face gently with a reassuring calmness in his action she appreciates."Do not be afraid of the dark, do not be afraid of the light," he says softly in his fatherly-to-her tone. "Do not be afraid of me, what you see of me or what I may think of you. Do not be afraid of showing me how beautiful you look. If I were a much younger man I would pursue you to be my partner in life, such is your beauty and your immaculate character."

She looks at him, and he can see she's close to showing tears. In her mind the way he speaks to her gives her confidence she desperately needs to go on. She wipes a tear falling from her eyes in gratitude for the way he seems to understand how she feels. "Thank you sir, I do want to please you but I've never been alone with a man before like this and massaging you is a new experience. I have never done this sort of thing; I'm afraid I'll look silly in front of you. You will think of me as a girl, not a woman."

Jacques chuckles and makes her smile slightly. "Madam Selena has it ever occurred to you, one being so beautiful and in the prime of her youthful life, that this old man you are about to massage is three times your age and to you, I might look silly?"

"No sir, I never thought of that, I think you are very fit for your age. I 'd never guess you are that old."

He laughs. "Let's drop the word old for a start for we are only as young as we want to be. Age does not weary some people, and that's why when you massage me you will see the dedication I make in staying young shows in the firmness of my body. I have the heart rate of a man half my age and the strength and endurance of a man not more than 40 so I say to you don't be afraid to touch me with your hands because as you rub those soothing oils into my skin you are helping me stay young and vital. Do you think that is a worthy thing to do?"

Cornered, as usual, by his chess-like tactics, Selena half smiles and answers the only way she can."Yes sir. What I do to you will be good for you."

"That's what I like to hear so let's get started by grabbing that big towel on the chair over there and lay it on the bed so me to lie on. Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes sir," she answers, doing as she's told. "And don't keep calling me sir, you can call me Jacques if you wish," he adds.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir," she says automatically as she looks away so he can get settled on the massage towel.

When she turns around the sight of his face down naked body mesmerises her for several moments and she just stands there looking. For the first time she is alone in a room with a man naked and the sight of his masculinity is having a strange affect on her. Timid as she is - and she is - she admires his muscular build, his strong legs and powerful thighs. All her years without a father figure in her life seem to speed home to this single occasion. 

She's influenced by this man, she respects him, she finds an unusual and rather unnerving attraction towards him and feels safe in his presence. And now he's lying naked face down before her waiting for her to run her hands over his whole body back and front. It's a daunting moment in her youthful life, something she's not prepared for and a mixture of curious excitement, embarrassment and shyness floods her mind.

Jacques turns his head to the side facing her as she moves in close and starts spreading the oil around his shoulders, rubbing it into the skin and squeezing although there is little strength in her grip on his muscled toned body. Her arm movements, leaning across his body make her negligee rise high enough for him to see up close her black silk thong hugging her vulva, making a pronounced dint as it clings across her clitoris and vagina lips, the shape of her pussy is undeniably so close yet so far. His face is a mere foot away from it as she does his shoulders and moves down his back. 

He can smell the sensual delicate scent of the top of the range body perfumes they gave her to wear but her own natural body scent would be enough for him. He's pleased she's using the French products anyway. The view between her legs makes her even more ravenous but for his natural urges it's not the time to scare the horses by personal indulgence when there is such a shy pony in the room trusting him not to ride her.

Selena knows she's doing the easy part -- his back but his soft groans indicate to her he's appreciating her efforts. Jacques can tell the difference between Josette doing it and Selena as the young virgin is more or less stroking and caressing his skin rather than manipulating muscle for tone or using strength where it's needed. He doesn't mind the difference one bit. The longer she goes the more her confidence increases. This is easier than she thought -- but only because she's just rubbing the palms of her hands flat to push the oil into his skin rather than a remedial massage. 

Reaching his buttocks she pauses a moment and takes a deep breath just staring at how well rounded, tight and youthful the cheeks look. This is the father figure she always wanted, a strong man but a gentle man, a handsome man she can look up to and respect -- and love. Selena loves this man, but she is not in love with him. But she's certainly falling under his exotic spell of possessing some kind of hypnotic charm she can't quite fathom only that she enjoys being around him and happy in his presence. Secretly she wants to imagine he's the father she never had but deserves. 

Seeing the shape of his large penis underneath his tight satin boxers outside the downstairs gym the previous day was a shock surprise, never having before seen a man like that. It resembled a thick iron bar inside his underwear and her first thoughts were to wonder what it must look like in the flesh. She was not to know then that Josette would spring this job on her but she did when she saw the young Asian keep glancing down at the way the swollen shape stood out beneath the tight satin material. In a matter of minutes she will see it uncovered and bolt upright.

From the back even, he looks a commanding sight of raw energy and physical appeal. Masculine powerful -- and she admits to herself -- sexy. The sight of his well developed backside and tight cheeks make her linger longer there and without realising it, she's going over the same place both sides time and time again, admiring his manliness and how solid his bum feels. Like most women, the sight of a tight butt on a man is a turn-on and despite her innocence nature plays a role in the Singapore girl's mind and she can't help but realise she's turned on his raw presence and her sweet spot is getting wet.

As she moves from his butt to his broad muscular thighs she compliments him on how strong he looks. He smiles, his head resting on folded arms enjoying her touch but anxious for the best part to come, and teases her with his engaging accent. "Selena I may look strong in the legs but your presence and your beautiful scent makes me weak in the knees."

This makes her giggle softly to herself feeling she must be doing something right for a change. She squeezes her small hands down between his thighs and he adjusts himself suddenly to give her massaging access. Her eyes widen as she sees his scrotum nestled between the tops of his legs and can't take her eyes off it because he can't see her looking. She knows it's his testes that produce the kind of sperm she saw on the faces of the models he showed her in the portraits on his studio wall. She's never seen a man's genitals before, but only art images of them such as the Statue of David, and she's fascinated seeing the egg-like bulge of one of his testicles squeezed upwards slightly the way he is lying there. Josette cautioned her only to fondle them, not to squeeze them or he'd be in excruciating pain.

She feels like a mere child beside the size of his six feet two inch tall body but behind the lacy silk of her black negligee beats a heart of increasing tempo, the erect nipples of her magnificently shaped firm breasts caressing the silk backwards and forwards as she moves her arms about on his body and unintentionally making her feel sexy.

"Am I pleasing you sir," she asks as she reaches down to his ankles and squeezes his feet and rubs back up to the point behind his knees again. "Yes" he whispers in a tone that's husky and strangely endearing to her ears. Jacques lets out a low groan at the very thought of what it could be like just to leap up and pin her to the bed, rip her negligee from her luscious body and give her a long and riveting fuck. He won't do this of course, that would spoil the sense of the chase. He will be patient beyond belief until somehow in some way on some day she will come to him. That's what he wants to show he hasn't lost his seductive mastery. 

She continues to rub gently with her fingertips around the back of his knees and inner thighs where Josette says he likes it. She didn't describe them as erogenous zones in case Selena thinks she'd be deliberately trying to make him feel sexy and he may want to touch her. The sound of his soft groans pleases Selena who's not endeared with much confidence at any time but it suggests to her he's enjoying her hands on his body. Now comes the hard part and from what Josette tells her it will be hard. "Sir, I've done all your back, is that enough for today?" she asks with hesitation in her voice, hoping against hope he will say yes. 




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 06



"That was very good Selena, and you will get better and better each time after this but now you must do the other side and my thigh muscles are feeling quite sore from the gym workout. I want you to put extra effort in that area above my knees." His reply quickly shatters any false hopes she ever had of getting out of this lightly. His words 'each time' alarm her and she realises this is not a one-off occasion she's hoping for. So much for volunteering - thanks for nothing, she thinks about Josette. As much as she likes being around the man she never intended it to be in this kind of situation. 

Jacques turns about quickly and in an instant as he settles on his back she sees his perfectly proportioned penis, fully erect and ready for what may come. He lays back, his hands clasped behind his head smug enough in the knowledge he has her where he wants her -- in a position where she must take in every detail of his major sex organ. Thanks to Josette initiating this bold opportunity it brings the sweet Singapore virgin face to face with reality. But a woman can love a man and not be in love with him, and a woman can be turned on by the sight of a man's erection but not necessarily want it inside her. Selena's curvaceous cunt is wet but for once she's not wet behind the ears knowing she must defend her modesty.

"Oh my God," she utters at the first sight of his nine-inch manhood. "It's bigger than I thought," she splutters not meaning to say it aloud. "Sir, I can't possibly touch you there, it's too personal."

"Don't be afraid of it Selena, it won't bite you," he replies."Now just go ahead and do my chest first, then my legs and you can do my thighs and my cock last as I want you to satisfy me completely."

Trembling slightly and her mind in a whirl, not wanting to look at his erection yet unable to take her eyes off it, the shy teenager is in a state of mental and physical confusion. It's the first time she's seen a man's penis let alone one so big and supposedly ready for action and she's unable to fight back a sudden sense of sexual excitement as nature has its own way of empowering certain responses. Counteracting this natural response her steel trap mind for remaining modest is forcing her to stay in control of her emotions. At school Selena may have been last in the class at mathematics, geography and English, but the spectacular sight of his rocket-like phallus doesn't stop her from correctly adding up its size, where she is at the moment and in plain English what he wants her to do.

She thinks by placing her knees each side of the back of his head to lean across and massage his chest he won't know where her eyes are and she wants to look at his erection without admitting it. Typical of Selina's innocence she's unwittingly positioned herself so that as she leans forward over him to rub the oil on his chest he's looking directly up between her thighs, and from such a close position he can tell her tight thong panty is anything but dry. It's working, he thinks to himself. And it works fine for her too -- for a few minutes. As his skin becomes more slippery from the oil things change dramatically.

There's never a day goes by that Selena somehow doesn't get clumsy and for all her other perfect ways she sometimes should join the circus. Leaning even further over him to reach as far as she can without changing her position her oiled hands moving flat on his skin are naturally slippery and suddenly her hands skid downwards towards his lower abdomen and she falls across his body. The front of her previously impeccable black silk negligee is smattered with the oil and her virtuous vulva lands smack dab on his face. He can't get any closer than this if he's looking to check out how wet she is inside her fragile silk thong.

Reminiscent of her earlier mishaps at the Indian landlord's apartments (Ch 2) falling on her bum and accidentally exposing herself and later, fainting while wearing nothing but a man's t-shirt all because he tricked her into thinking a dangerous spider was crawling on her sole piece of clothing, she's now spreadeagled on top of her employer in a sexy black negligee and frantic.

Selena shouts "Oh!" loudly as she slips, knowing she's stuffed up again, but luckily for her Jacques Pardie couldn't be happier. Her curvaceous cunt is pressed downward onto his mouth and he can feel the wetness. It's extra virgin oil not massage oil he can feel dampening his face. Lips meet lips but not in a way either ever expected. Selena struggles to get up quickly as possible and drops the container of massage oil on his belly and watches horrified as it pours out over him in abundant quantity, trickling all the way down to his closely cropped pubic hair.

She grabs the bottle and gets her balance just in time to push the spilt oil back to the centre of his abdomen so it won't run off his body. Mortified and looking it, she flashes a glance towards him, apologising profusely. "Oh I'm so sorry, so sorry sir, I didn't mean to be so clumsy falling on top of you; I shouldn't have tried to lean over so far."

Inwardly Jacques is overjoyed. She's put herself closer to where he wants her to go.

"Selena look at what you've done to that beautiful brand new negligee, it's covered in greasy oil," he says with an air of authority rising in his tone. "Yes sir, I know, I'm so sorry, I'll go to my room and take it off."

"No, don't do that," he says more commandingly. "Look, you've wet it so much take it off now and use it to mop up the excess oil you spilt."

She looks at him in disbelief, the garment sticking to her skin and making her look twice as sensuous as she seemed just minutes earlier. "Take it off? she wails plaintively. "I'll have nothing on but my thong."

"Yes so you will remain decent if that's your concern. Hurry, we must continue without delay, we are running out of time, it will soon be time for breakfast. Besides you need not be embarrassed me seeing you bare breasted, I've seen as much in your bodysuit except now the oil coming through the silk will make the ends of your breasts rather shiny looking. I can handle looking at that."

Selena kneels beside him frozen like an Arctic iceberg set to melt through climate change she brought about by her clumsiness. "Please sir, I'm so embarrassed seeing you without clothes and doing this job wearing a negligee that was Josette's idea, and now I'll feel ashamed of myself if you see me with nothing on except my tiny thong. Can't I just leave it on as messy as it is?"

"No you must do as I say, and right away. I like tidiness."

"If I do, will you promise not to touch me?"

"Touch you? Touch you? Selena you are so mistaken about my intentions. I won't touch you I promise but you'll be feeling me and that will please me in the end, the end that's growing impatient for the grace of your warm and wholesome touch."

He smiles at her mournful expression, cornered and defeated and yet another time in her young life she does as she's told and lifts the negligee over her head and mops up the excess oil with it, kneeling and when it's done she looks at him what to do with the soiled garment. He's staring at her bulbous breasts and he's right about the oil coming through the silk to leave its residue across the front of her silken white tits, her teats sticking out poignantly in their shiny oil smeared way, so pointed and slightly upturned in line with her magnificently shaped twin sex organs jutting out in a forward thrusting way. 

"Put that soaked thing on that chair there," he directs, pointing to where he wants her to go. He studies her bare backside with the thong cord reaching well into the crevice of her sexy posterior, so firm, so young, so alluring, so grrrrr. His penis proudly stands up to its pipe-like fullness saluting this very delectable virgin's innocent beauty as she turns around and her pointy breasts jiggle slightly as she walks over to him to continue the massage as close to nudity as she'll ever get without being completely naked. 

"I'm sorry Mr Pardie, it's so embarrassing for me to be in front of you like this; how do you want me to go about it?" she asks, completely forgetting everything Josette told her last night. "Don't worry about my legs now," he replies with relish, "we've lost too much time, I'll move my thighs aside and you can sit your derriere down on the towel between them and put your legs each side of my chest so you can massage my manhood more comfortably."

Her error in the way she tried to massage him from behind his head so he couldn't see her for much of the time has backfired in an expressively inviting way for the Frenchman as now her tiny silk damp thong covering her pussy will be directly in full view of his eyes with her legs parted either side of his body as she is sits on her bare bum facing him, confronted by his upstanding masculine edifice.

Totally in a spin at the fast moving turn of events in what was an already onerous task for her, she holds the massage oil in one hand and looks at him limply, glancing down at his rigid rocket and back again into his eyes. "How...which....how....do you want me to start sir?" she pleads innocently, having to handle a man's penis for the first time in her 19 years and 10 months. It's hard for him and hard for her getting so personal with the man the orphan increasingly looks up to as a father figure.

He can see she's genuinely all at sea without a lifeboat and that's worse than being up the creek without a paddle."Just pour some of the oil -- not too much -- into your left hand and some over the top of my cock so it runs down the sides a bit and use both hands around the shaft to rub it into the skin. Not too much now, just enough to moisten it, not drown it," he says instructively. "Like this?" she asks, sliding the ends of her fingers on both hands up and down his stiffness. "Yes but just get used to feeling the size of it first; it's quite big isn't it? What's it feel like Selina?"

"It's sort of fat, but hard sir, I've never done this before, I didn't know a man's penis could be so hard and for so long. Why does it stay like this for so long?"

"Because of you my little angel," he replies. "When a man gets sexually excited the brain tells his body to send extra blood to his penis and within that hunk of meat in your hand there's capacity for the extra blood supply to engorge the shaft and make it more swollen and eventually rock hard. It's the same with your own clitoris only for women most of the organ is under the skin but it works much the same and that's why your clitoris sticks out erect when you play with it."

She's embarrassed that he even thinks she pleasures herself and goes to defend her modesty but remembers just in time he is so worldly he would only laugh at her, probably knowing more about how women act sexually than she herself knows. She becomes more adventurous as he allows her latitude to do as she pleases when he suggests she just play with his manhood for a while, bending it this way and that and squeezing it hard and fondling his balls the way Josette suggested.

Selina leans his penis upwards flat against his abdomen and tries to imagine all that length and its broad girth actually going inside Josette. It doesn't cross her mind her own vulva may eventually be inviting it inside. "It's further up than your navel sir, do you really put all of it inside a woman, inside Josette?"

Jacques chuckles as he watches her curiosity mounting now his voice is more subdued and she's doing something that pleases him. "No my young flower," he says, "I don't need to put all of it into my woman to give her a great orgasm, just a few inches inside is where it's most sensitive but most women like to feel the brute sensation of a man's cock deep inside them. Psychologically and psychically it's greater fulfilment to a woman."

Selina's not sure what he means by that but she nods as if she understands. She's moved his erection in every possible direction and looked at it closely as if it's a new discovery which, to her, it is. She's fascinated by the pliable feel of it in her grip and smiles at him enjoying her touch. "It feels so nice," she says childishly. She pushes the skin down hard at the base of the shaft making the erection tighter and then she pushes it sideways flat against his body like a young girl playing with it in wonderment and lets it bounce back of its own will.. 

He watches her eyes sparkle and the glee in her manner as she does it several times with girlish joy. He imagines what she missed out on growing up so that at almost 20 years of age this is like kid's play to her. The Frenchman is a patient man and so horny he's not lost any of his hardness and little wonder while he's looking directly between her parted thighs with the black silk unable to hide the deep inverted camel toe the way her thong is pulled tight against her labia. But now he wants to get her to make him ejaculate so he can see the look in her eyes when she sees his cum spurt up in the air. Selena's rubbed the oil into every part of his scrotum and penis so that it's now damp dry.

"Am I being good to you," she asks almost juvenile-like. "Yes Selina you're being very good to me and I really like how you've done it. Does my cock scare you any longer?"

"No sir, I like how it feels but I can't imagine how you can fit it into Josette or your other models; it feels so thick it must stretch them terribly. It would frighten me; I could never imagine something so big inside me when I meet my future husband."

"Dear Selina," he counsels, "you might surprise yourself but if you were sitting on this just now you would not only fit all of it inside you but you could accommodate one even bigger provided you were aroused fully. Your vagina is a remarkable piece of equipment and even from a young age it develops the natural function of expanding and contracting to accommodate and grip a penis of any size so don't delude yourself one such as the size of mine is too big for your comfort."

The young Singapore au pair averts his eyes shyly as he explains something about her anatomy. "Nobody ever taught me anything," she says defensively. "Don't let that upset you my dear, in life's time cycle you are not much more than a child in one sense but a young woman in another sense. I will try to educate you over time like a father would his own daughter."

Hearing him refer to father in his manner of care invigorates her mind and makes her more determined to please him. "I feel so foolish admitting I'm so inexperienced," she says." I never knew the love of parents especially a father and I do so much wish for that."

"Then let us get on with the job now Selina of showing you how you make me come with what we call a hand job. My balls are bursting, see how tight my scrotum is in your warm hand; that's the way just keep fondling the sac so affectionately like you're doing now, it's very stimulating. Just feel up and down the shaft of it for a minute or two while I explain something to you since you seem to know so little about a man's penis. Now the head looking like a helmet serves the same purpose as your own clitoris glans yet for some reason known only to our Maker the clitoris is much more sensitive with many more nerve endings than God gave men. 

"The head, like your clit bud, is the most sensitive part of the penis so this is why a woman sucks that part so much in her mouth..." Selena's eyes shift quickly from his cock to his face in somewhat surprise. "She sucks him there? Do all women do that? Do they mind? Is that what those models did to you?" she questions him rapid fire.

"Selena it's a natural part of lovemaking. Don't get ahead of yourself by interrupting. You will have many good times ahead to learn these things. I will fuss over you like a father so you learn well. As I was saying, the head of the penis and the underside part right under the helmet looking part called the corona is also extremely sensitive to caressing and fast moving touch. It's called the frenulum so you can practice on me to know how to please your future husband. Try placing your thumb and fingers around the part of the penis just behind the head with a light touch of lubricant; yes that's the way, now get to notice my responses to how you feel my penis because the whole thing is one big erogenous zone of my body."

She smiles sweetly and nods. "This is how a father teaches his daughter isn't it? she asks and answers in the same breath. "Yes perhaps," he answers.

"But I can pretend you're my father teaching me can't I? she asks rather incredulously. I never did get that chance so please let me. I don't feel so embarrassed doing this then as it's learning rather than seeming like it's sex."

"If it makes you happy then," the French master says in a father-like concession.

"It does, it does, it makes me feel I've regained something I've lost that I never had," she says in a confusing mouthful. "I can still have it with your kindness to make me a better woman for my future husband."

"Yes I think I know what you mean, so now you can try to make me come by massaging my cock like I told you. If you enjoy playing with my cock you can rub it as long as you wish but if you want to make me ejaculate you will need to do it incredibly fast with short sharp strokes around the back of the head where I showed you."

"Oh sir, let me rub it for a while as I hold it at different angles, I'm really enjoying this."

She continues for several more minutes and his balls are aching for the sexual tension to be released. Just as he is about to prompt her to speed things up she stops and looks at him. "I'd like to make you come. What happens when you do?"

Her voice is like manna from heaven, a comment he could only have wished for when he first met her in the Vis a Vis French restaurant.

"Now if I were doing it myself I'd come on you, like on your face; it's called a facial like you saw on those model portraits in my den, but that can be another day. I want you to make me come, not me do it. Now I must advise you that when a man nears an orgasm his heartbeat is racing very fast so don't stop suddenly.

"I suggest you get your fingers around the base of the shaft where it joins my scrotum and put downward pressure there making my cock as stiff as possible and with your other hand put those sexy fingers around it so you're partly holding the head and the back end and around the skin directly behind it. Don't try to strangle it, just medium to light pressure starting slowly then getting faster and faster, incredibly fast and you will take me past the point of no return. I will ejaculate quite strongly and when I do, don't stop rubbing me there, keep going, keep going until you can see I've stopped coming. 

"One final word Selina, and it's the same as for women, when a man comes his penis is extremely sensitive around that part I told you about, you will probably find there is sperm around the head as the momentum of the ejaculate slows up so use it to rub up and down my shaft as it dies up. You will get it over your hands or even your wrists so put that on my cock and rub it in if you want. That's the afterglow of an orgasm and like it is for many women, it can be the most pleasurable part of the entire event"

"It sounds very exciting; I hope I do it properly"

"You will, you will," he says. Just make sure after I ejaculate you keep rubbing until it's flaccid."

"What does flaccid mean sir" How will I know when that happens?"

"Flaccid is another word for soft and floppy. It means you've done the hand job really well. He moves his thighs wider and grabs Selena behind the small of her back and in one single movement plonks her butt down between his legs just inches from his penis."It will be easier if you sit closer," he says for no other reason but to see her cunt is now just a matter of inches from his erection. Her legs are spread so delightfully each side of his broad torso he can envisage how the lips of her vagina must be spread open in such a sexual situation behind the thin silk material posing as cover for her pussy. 




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 06



Selena is enjoying this at last, losing some of her earlier fears and shyness brought about by his words of encouragement that he'd like to treat her as if she's his own daughter. Unknown to Selena Josette's returned but doesn't enter the room even though the au pair is facing away from her and doesn't know she's watching from behind near the door. Jacques shuts his eyes after the young Asian further indulges in rubbing his penis in various ways like a kid playing with a new toy. "Make me come Selina, do it like I showed you," he says with eyes closed awaiting the onset of greater pleasure.

The sheer starkness of his fulsome rod that she knows must have given his previous lovers such pleasure makes her feel unusually sexy and she can't wait to see his sperm shoot in front of her own eyes knowing she's made it happen. She follows his advice and has his shaft rock hard and stretched to the limit with her fingers putting downward pressure at the base, her thumb and two fingers of her left hand seemingly driving the base of his penis deep into the skin against his scrotum and lower abdomen while her right hand commences to rub faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster with her grip around the back of the penis head.

She's watching his eyes squint and his lips moving about as the pleasure intensifies rapidly after such a long and drawn up build up due to her protracted playtime with his organ. And as organs go Selena's grinding out a symphony of sound from him and it's making her pulse race too, causing her to take short fast breaths watching him and hearing his ever increasing groans. She's hoping he doesn't have a heart attack such are the sounds he's making and as her hand rubs him with thrashing speed he emits a really long loud groan and his hips lift up off the bed slightly as a sudden streak of white spermatozoa flies into the air and lands back down on her knuckles causing the Asian au pair to give out a teenager's squeal of delight, her face brimming excitement and relief almost matching his. She keeps going faster still and she grins like a kid let loose in a lolly shop as she watches his manhood jettison three more streams of his cum and then deposit two further lesser loads that only go as far as landing on her fingers.

Remembering what he said, she slows her masturbating momentum down as the orgasmic pleasure takes its journey through his nervous system and his brain and seemingly to other parts of his body. He opens his eyes and shouts almost alarmingly, "Selena you are fucking brilliant!" 

But she's not finished. As he's muttering how great it was she's scooping up the sperm that's landed on her hands, wrist and his upper thighs and spreading it on his penis to rub it into dryness as he instructed. Her pussy is wet, but that's from her own sexual excitement but just the same, her spread lips behind her thong panties have never been so close to the juice that is the seed of life.

Jacques sits up and pulls Selena close enough to give her a light kiss on the side of her face, realising that Josette is back. They smile at each other and her face is beaming with anticipation hoping she's made up for her earlier blunder. 

"Was it good for you too?" he asks in typical male fashion."Oh sir I'm so happy I could make you come like that. There was so much of it, I couldn't believe how much. It was all over my hand and wrist as well."

"Yes I saw that, but you didn't put any of it on your tongue."

"Was I supposed to do that? I didn't know I could eat it," she says innocently. Never realising how often the Indian landlord put some of his in the goat's milk he gave to to drink up so heartily. "Never mind young one, there will be other times I'm sure," he says with conviction in his voice.

Both of them are still sitting upright and he puts his hands around either side of her upper arms but level with her bulging breasts so that his arms rest lightly against the sides of them as he pulls her arms in towards her body just enough to squeeze her breasts together slightly. "Tell me Selena, did you enjoy my cock?" he asks pointedly. Their faces are so close together she fears he's about to try to kiss her on the mouth and to her that's about as personal as it gets. "Yes sir, yes sir," she stutters meekly. "It was incredible, such an experience for me I won't forget."

He smiles and releases his grip much to her relief as she realises Josette is coming into the room. "Then when you retire to your bed tonight you will remember this, yes? And when you remember how you did it, how it felt for you, how you made me have an orgasm like I did I'll want you to give yourself an orgasm by touching what is behind that cute black silk thong I've been staring for quite a while now. You fill it out quite handsomely."

Selena blushes and realises how she must look to Josette, sitting astride his thighs, legs apart bare breasts almost in his face. "I can explain," she offers ahead of any cattiness from his lover. "Don't worry Selina, I saw everything and I'm proud of you. You are just so, so sexy. I've not seen Jacques ejaculate that far when he comes for maybe years now. You must have really turned him on. Oooh, and no wonder look at those lovely titties, such beautiful big nipples you have. Was it your idea or his to go topless?"

"It was an accident. I spilt the massage oil all over my negligee and Mr Pardie said I should take take it off."

"Oh did he eh? My man asking you to undress so he can perv on your teenage body? How utterly delicious, I don't blame him!"

Selena laughs with relief. "Can I go and get dressed now sir?" she asks knowing she must get cleaned up and prepare breakfast for them. Later in the day they are taking her out to lunch at the Vis a Vis restaurant and to see a show in town.

She scampers off to her room taking the messed up negligee to be washed. Josette gives her man a loving mouth kiss. "Tell me you really wanted to fuck the daylights out of her, she's so sexy," the French model whispers in his ear. "I don't have to tell you that, you already know it," he replies. 

But if this masterful French lover thinks he's got Selena ready to lie down and be taken so easily based on the massage outcome he's got another think coming.

Meanwhile, across town Selina's former landlord, the opportunistic Indian Mr Singh is already orchestrating some ways of making music with his new buxom teenage tenants, the expelled schoolgirls Mandy and Sherrie so it won't be just a fiddle no string attached. How the mischievous students handle him is another story and the temperature in Singapore is getting hotter as the randy voyeuristic landlord and the two slutty students come to grips with each other as to who's the smarter. 

That's leading off in the upcoming Chapter 6 of Asian Innocence Manipulated where Selena finds that tantalising times confront her every which way as the virgin vigilantly and valiantly veers into a new episode of protecting her pussy from a master of erotica who edges her closer and closer even if she frustrates him almost beyond his patience. If he can wait so must my readers for about 10 days.



Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 07



Following on from the hardest au pair job sedate Singapore virgin Selena's faced so far -- a full body massage to her employer -- the scaredy cat young Asian needs use her brain power to protect her pussy from a big Tom getting his paws on it -- the 'Tom' being the masterful seducer, Frenchman Jacques Pardie, her 50 year-old keeper. Selena never was much good at using her brain at school, finishing bottom of the class but top of the class for seductive natural beauty. 

How much longer the sweet 19 year-old -- she's financially poor - can continue working in her now luxury environment as the wealthy erotic photographer's au pair without giving up her virginity is making his quest to claim her innocence a battle of wits. He's gone to great lengths to discover -- and employ -- what he seeks out as not just a good looking young virgin, but one who's frightened of sex so he can overcome a 30-year difference in their ages. For him it's about personal pride, and for her, it's about her personal pride.

Her virginity is all she can claim to own in life and she desperately wants to keep it until she one day finds the man she can marry and give him her gift of purity. What Selena lacks in brain power she must make up with inbuilt female guile and instinct to keep her pussy from being penetrated. After having to massage him (Chapter 6) and finally come face to face up close and personal with his princely penis in hand as 'part of her au pair role' the young Singapore beauty is now fearful he will soon insist on more. 

Meanwhile, to kick things off this time in a bumper sex-charged chapter of 'Asian Innocence Manipulated' we must see what's going on across the city at Selena's former rented apartment where the randy Indian landlord Mr Singh is more than keeping an eye on his new saucy tenants, Mandy and Sherrie. The two provocative ex-students claim they were forced to start looking for jobs after being expelled from secondary high school a mite too early and their apparent slutty looks and attitude makes him not wonder why. He suspects they won't get a decent job as easily as they think.

So far though they've spent most of their daytimes sunbathing in skimpy bikinis in the courtyard behind their unit. They don't know that the wall length mirror on the wall dividing their bedroom to his premises was designed and sold to the artful voyeuristic Indian him by elements in the Asian sex industry as a two-way mirror so that from his side he can see in their room but they only see themselves. 

He's gratified to total satisfaction that both of them are using the big layback sofa he gave them as extra furniture. He made out he had no room for it but in fact purchased it to fit perfectly at the end of the double bed facing the mirror. Like the voyeur's wall length mirror and the hidden highly sensitive mini microphones he's secretly installed to hear them talking and making other sounds, the sofa in front of the mirror was a good investment in home entertainment. In the first week he's had to come to his senses many times watching them frisk about in skimpy underwear or total nudity. 

After seeing these pretentious sexpots and hearing them in their passionate bi-type playtimes, the only thing better than this is to somehow get inside them -- no doubt for the inner truth about them. In Singapore the age of consent is 16 - rather remarkable by world standards considering Singapore is renowned for sexual innocence compared to many developed countries. But age of consent is not the issue here; they had to convince the landlord they can get jobs to support themselves arriving near broke as disgraced ex-schoolies yet begging for the students' rental concession. When the shorter one, Sherrie, showed him the size of her breasts as proof of her maturity he had to agree she was very grown up indeed so he's taken them in and will take them in much further in this chapter. When she was at school Sherrie was the smart arse of her class but ironically always ended up at the bottom. Just as well she's got a good bottom to make up for what's missing at the top of her shoulders. Mr Singh can see why they'll most likely make it hard, really hard in fact, for even an easy-going employer to give them a decent job unless they get better manners and cover up some of the delicious flesh they like to flash.

Both young women must figure in the smaller percentage of Asian females who have small slim body shapes but Western type bigger than average firm breasts for their body size, accentuated by their narrow backs and relatively tight bums. Bust size to body size makes them appear rather stunning. Sherrie takes a 34-inch B cup bra and the slightly taller Mandy is slightly more rounded and fuller fitting into a 34-inch C-cup bra. By Asian standards these good looking gals are very well endowed indeed, in their body shape rather than the shape of their IQ.

He doesn't mind one bit if they lack much intelligence as long as they hang about their lodgings looking the way they are. One thing's certain: they've made the mid forties landlord feel a lot younger himself and if feeling younger makes you younger by influences around you then the Indian is going through a change of life -- reverse direction.

He's overheard the taller one Mandy, 5 ft 7in. telling Sherrie, 5ft 5 in. they are virtually out of food and what are they going to do for something to eat with no immediate employment in sight. This was always was going to be on the cards and he knew it when he agreed to let them take Selena's former quarters that adjoin his residence. He seizes on the moment and soon after knocks on their door. Sherrie answers, standing there in bare feet in a pair of lace trimmed beige coloured panties that pull into the cleavage and promote her well packaged pussy with its curvaceous cameltoe. Her matching low cut bra emphasises on both sides of the equation that she's growing up at last. He looks at her face and his eyes glance downwards to her feet and back up again in a mere two seconds. For a fast mover that's enough time to judge something like sexual attraction. He could never figure out why beauty quest judges take so long to make their decisions. 

"What do you want Mr Singh, we haven't done anything wrong," she says in a smarty pants tone so used to dealing with guilt. "No, quite to the contrary," he starts in his typical monologue sounding Indian way, "both you and Mandy have been very good indeed I must say from what I've seen. I do know the cost of living is hard for students like you and you are trying very well to find jobs so in my own quaint way I do invite you most humbly to join me for dinner tonight. I've made Madras curry, it is hot and spicy but very delicious but too much for me to eat alone so you will join me, yes?"

Cheeky as she is Sherrie laughs hearing the words hot and spicy thinking he's just talking about curry but he's thinking of giving them curry in another sense that can spice up his life. Sherrie likes the idea of a free feed without having to go downtown for a cheap snack and calls out to her friend. "Come here Mandy, it's Mr Singh, he wants to invite us to enjoy some of his fabulous free food -- something hot." 

Mandy comes to the door also in a low cut bra showing generous cleavage as her well formed jugs jiggle getting his immediate attention. She pushes back her black ponytail that trails halfway down her shoulder blades, wearing just a light peach coloured thong that allows a neat outline of a well developed clitoris under the tight thin cotton. She too, is barefoot as she ranges up alongside her flatmate to find out what the fuss is about. Sherrie fills her in which is something he'd like to do but in a different way.

Hearing his proposition repeated he smiles as Mandy nods her head. "Why not? Something hot is better than something cold," she says. "You'll both come then?" he asks, deliberately emphasising the word come. Sherrie, the cheekier of the two, picks up on the nuance in his voice and gives him a sexy smile of a kind that's normally akin to a cutie much older than her. "Mr Singh, we both will come."

The way she looks at him and the way both of them are dressed makes his cock swell in his pants and eagle-eyed Sherrie doesn't miss one crinkle in that direction. When he's gone they both embrace each other laughing that they've got a free meal.

Mr Singh dashes back to his apartment and goes to the speakers in the room adjoining their bedroom, separated only by the wall with the secret see-through mirror. He hears Sherrie talking back to something Mandy must have just said. "I noticed that too, I wonder if all Indian men get hard so quick. Ha, we wear clothes and he gets a stiff over that. I bet he's one of those men who ejaculate in the first couple of minutes when they're getting it." 

"Sherrie let's tease him; he looks so harmless and forlorn. He probably hasn't seen a bit of bare tit for ages, and no wonder he's not even good looking."

"You're right," the younger of the two says. "He'd have to have a good head on his cock to make up for the one on his shoulders!" The Indian's ego is hurt and he's seething at their insults but he knows he can expect it from young ones of today who think anyone in their 40s is old. He's a patient man though and will more than make up for their audacity when he gets them in the palm of his hand. 

He can hear Mandy again with more cheek coming from her mouth. He can't wait to see her turn the other cheek -- both of them inside her closely cropped panties -- when he gets them in his apartment for dinner. "You know Sherrie, when they get to his age they get desperate to see a younger woman's body. I bet he's frustrated that's why he's invited us in for dinner; he doesn't care one hoot about us making it and getting a job. I bet he wanks himself just thinking about how he's missing out and we're so close." He can hear them both laughing as he listens with a frown on his face and a hand over the outside swell of his pants.

"All men jerk off," Sherrie laughs, sounding as if she's an expert in human relations but she's only been on the block the past five minutes. "Wives give it to them and they still pull their dicks over someone younger, especially schoolgirls. Did you notice his eyes were popping out when he saw us in our panties at the door, fairly drooling?"

He 's drooling all right if they could only see him now, his cock rock hard in his underwear as watches them through the wall and hears their conversation. Revenge will be so sweet, he thinks, as he imagines both of them the way he wants to see them. He doesn't have to wait too long as the hours flash by quickly as if the hands on his wall clock can't wait to see their hands on his cock.

Here are two inexperienced opportunists, down on their luck, down on their money and more likely to be down on him before long if it takes sex to get money they need desperately. These two wags are not virgins and by their appearance he'd be amazed if they were. Incest took care of that.

He's got everything ready for them arriving at 6, right down to the goat's milk in the refrigerator that he's already sprinkled with a generous amount of the tasteless but powerful sex aphrodisiac Spanish Fly. Mandy and Sherrie weren't wrong when they joked about him probably jerking off over their sexy looks. He's just done that in the same manner he did so successfully for the more sedate Selena -- jerking off into the goat's milk so she drank his cum mixed into the milk. They are next on the menu.

This horny Indian doesn't fool about with his fetish for planting his seed in their drinks, he does it in real style with a dessertspoon full amount in each glass - a conscientious sperm donor this man - spacing his gift an hour apart to make sure they get the same amount each. He carefully mixes his contribution into the milk along with the amorous aphrodisiac and tops both cold glasses with nice tasting nutmeg powder to camouflage the appearance and taste of the milk. Normally the cock precedes the cum going inside the woman, but in the case of these two sexy students the lesson he delivers is that at times the cum can come before the cock.

It's six o'clock and they turn up on time ever hungry to take advantage of him if they can get away with it. 

Mandy is wearing the same tight denim micro mini skirt she had on when they first turned up at his door a week ago. She's wearing a loose fitting white nylon top with thin straps over the shoulders and falling just short of her navel. The long straps pick up the garment three inches down her bare and stunning breasts. Her slim body, height and the size of her bulbous breasts are worth every insult she wants to utter if he can get his mouth on her udders. His eyes go straight to the shadowy outline of her nipples and wide areolas as her points press outwards against the nylon material.

Sherrie wears a light pink undersized boob tube that covers her tits just an inch and a half above and below her firm tits, hiding her smaller but more upraised areolas. She's tied her boob tube with a slip knot behind the back that takes a mere slip of the finger to undo. He hasn't seen the tattered look micro mini skirt before that she's sporting and how sporting of her having it so short her underwear shows when she walks.

He notices though that both of them have gone to some sort of trouble dressing up as well as dressing down with fresh gloss lipstick, eyebrow pencilled make-up and suddenly their eyelashes are longer and sexier, no doubt to impress him as if they're more mature than they are.

He ushers them in and hands them each a glass of his perfectly prepared goat's milk. "What's this?" asks Mandy, "that's milk, haven't you got something stronger than that?"

"Oh yes indeed I do, I do, but first you must drink from the fountain of youth where my milk comes from. This is goat's milk and I kid you not it will give you more energy and make you feel very good indeed like you will want to party and let your hair down, so drink it up. It's the taste of things to come and then I can bring out some champagne."

Both girls look at each other and shrug their shoulders. They like the sound of wanting to party and champagne so they gulp it down to the last drop, swallowing his cum and the powerful sexual arousal aphrodisiac powder as he watches greedily, rubbing his hands together thanking them. They can smell the drift of the Madras curry dinner wafting in from his kitchen, reminding them they are in for something hot. 

"Oh yes, very good, very good," he says in his humble voice. "Now we sit down and we eat something and then we can talk about things you two girls may be interested in." he says. 

Being the twitty bird that she is Mandy chirps up, "What would that be Mr Singh? Are you going to ask us to sing for our supper or something that sounds more like swinging than singing? You know, something that ravishing models in the making like we might like? " He just smiles and knows his turn will come. Champagne and Indian curry are strange bedfellows for his meal table but this pair wouldn't know the difference so he plays along with them, serving their dishes and pouring their bubbly well aware the spices will have them panting for breath soon.

The two Asians hungrily dive into the curried meal as if it's their first meal of the day and it's not long before they're fanning their mouths with their hand and emptying their wine glasses one after the other. He keeps topping them up just as quickly. "This is really hot; do you Indians eat this stuff all the time like this?" Mandy asks, washing a mouthful down with more wine. 

He laughs and if he were Irish and not Indian, he would say "it's hot, to be sure, to be sure." And to be sure he added extra spices to make them open their mouths panting and looking for the champagne bottle every which way. To be sure, to be sure again he has six bottles of the cheap champers in his refrigerator in reserve certain they'd sleep the night on his floor unable to walk back to their apartment.

"So you girls think you should be models?" he prompts. "Why not," we've got what it takes and we only need to get help with the make-up side of things," chirps the younger one. "God I'm feeling hot in here," she says."

He turns on the ceiling fan but Sherrie and Mandy are getting hot inside out, the fast acting aphrodisiac starting to kick in with the champagne. They manage to get through their meal still fanning their face and looking for more of the sparkling to douse the flames in their throats.

"Indeed yes you could be like models but I am no judge," he says to get them thinking of their body. 

"But you must think we're pretty, look at these," Sherrie asserts, cupping her hands under her memorable mammary glands and making him wince. Mandy gets off her chair and walks behind her friend, tugging the knot at the back of her boob tube and making it fall into her lap revealing in full splendour her prick teasing tits. "Show the man Sherrie, show him you're as good as anyone for someone just..." says Mandy cutting off her sentence suddenly as if she was changing her mind.

"Oh my goodness," he mumbles, "you should win every time with those."

Mandy complains it's too hot and he knows his plan is working as she undoes her blouse and leaves it on but this time she's not wearing her bra so it's better than at the door. The size of them with their wide areolas and thick nipples make him groan under his breath. Both girls are sitting opposite him and his eyes take in the delightful site he's forced to look at. The life of a landlord can be so hard.

"Are there any virgins left in this world?" he asks to test them out and to also get them thinking about things sexual. 

They laugh and then giggle looking at each other. "Are you?" Sherrie asks Mandy.

"Are you?" Mandy asks Sherrie.

They both giggle and look at him. "Mr Singh we lost that ages ago, most girls do these days do you know that? I suppose not," Sherrie giggles.

"When did you lose yours?" he asks suggestively to get to the point hoping to make her talk about it as he senses the influence of the sex stimulant and the bubbly wine is now getting into their nervous system.

"Oh that wasn't my fault; it was my married cousin that did it. Dirty old man he was taking me to show me the new condo he just bought but hadn't moved into yet with his wife and two kids. Well it was some time ago and of course I've been a good girl since"

The Indian leans forward topping her glass up again as he listens eagerly, hearing Mandy hiccup as she looks at Sherrie about to spill the beans on her some of her past. These pumped up students go off so easily he thinks, so much for them being smart arses they think they are trying to be one up on him. Soon they will be one up on him - at a time -- and in different way to what they might have planned.

"Your married cousin, how old was this man," he asks. "He was, I think, I think in his forties, very old actually."

"Sherrie, I'm in my forties and I'm not very old thank you, but do continue. Was this your first time?""

"Well yes, but he used to get me aside in his house and put his hand up my skirt."

"You let him?"

"It felt good; I didn't want to cause a fuss so I took it. It was the first time someone else gave me an orgasm touching me there. If it feels good I like to do it."

"But that's a long way from you know what, taking you to his room."

Sherrie laughs again, hiccups and looks at Mandy who's encouraging her to go on. "It wasn't such a long way to his room, we were alone - well so I thought - in his new condo and he got me so worked up I was already undressed before we got to his bedroom." 

"So you thought? His wife was there after all, in that house and he's undressed you? 

"No silly man how could that be? When we got to his room another man was already in there sitting in this big leather chair in the corner. The first thing I noticed he was not dressed and was stroking his dick, it was about six inches on first sight but it was hard so I thought uh oh, they're going to take turns on me."




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 07



"So?" he postures as she looks at Mandy wondering if she should go on. "So?" he repeats.

"My cousin carried me over to this man- he was older than him by a long way and mostly bald -- well he put me in his lap and this grandfather looking man, I still don't know who he was, was rubbing some slippery stuff into my bum and next thing I felt it..."

"What did you feel? You were feeling his cock perhaps? What, holding it?"

"No, no! He was putting it up me, up my back passage, wriggling about until it went into me and I just yelped out loud at first because it hurt a bit. Funny though, it felt really sexy and when the head of his cock was going in I got this real horny feeling there. He was up me sure enough and before I knew it he was thrusting into me slowly at first and holding me tight around my hips. My cousin just stood there watching for a while hard as a rock too but his dick was bigger. The more this man kept plugging into me the early ache went and I started to really like it. I mean I really liked it. I couldn't believe it. The old man leaned me back and pushed my hips up higher so my dirty minded married cousin could put his cock in me, bending over me going for it."

Mr Singh discovers he's in bonus confession capitulation time: two for the time of one. "Oh yes, I see it now," he nods excitedly. Your first was double penetration? How amazing and so soon? You are a fast learner then."

"I had no choice; they were both into me I couldn't hold back."

Mandy pipes up and she's feeling her breasts as she speaks, "you didn't tell me that Sherrie, you only told me you had two in your first time and I thought." 

"Didn't think you'd believe me," she replies, and besides I couldn't say much me being what I was at the time." The erotic Indian's mind works overtime trying to imagine this sweet peach held tight facing outwards in the lap of the grandfather-aged man, his penis vertically into her via the back alley, while her married cousin drives his cock into her via the main entrance.

"Did you come," he asks uselessly. "Now what do you think?" she fires back. "When it's two on one and it's good what do you think happens?"

"Would you do that again?" he wonders out loud for good reason. She looks at him and hiccups again and gets off her chair to go around behind him. "Why old man? Have you got two dicks to do me?" She moves closer and drapes her arms around him making him tremble with excitement. She can feel him shivering in his boots but it's not because of feeling cold it's because of feeling how hot Sherrie feels so close, her bare breasts brushing the sides of his face teasing him.

He lifts his arms up over his head and presses the point, "you haven't answered the question" he says, leaning back and reaching around her bare breasts and squeezing them against each other enough to make her tilt her head downwards to see his brown hands clasped around them. In her accelerated rate of sexual arousal she knows this alone is something he could only dream about and pacify his lust by jerking off at the very thought of feeling her youthful body and sensing the lustre of her smooth satin-like skin. She allows him to continue hardly concerned now that this swarthy skin Indian, the kind of man she can't stand, has his hands all over her breasts.

She finally answers him as his fingers move across and tweak her nipples making them harder and pointing out appreciatively. "Course I'd do it again you silly man. I just told you it was good. I'd never thought I'd do anal; no way but it was forced on me and them doing double on me was like, it was like unbelievable."

It pleases him to hear this and gives him an added dimension to his scheming. "Better than in the pussy?" he asks. "Just as good, but different, it was like electric impulses going through my whole body when I come, I couldn't get over it making me want it again when I thought about it later."

What inhibitions -- if any - the cheeky peach brought into his apartment are certainly gone. A little drink of his goat's milk works wonders. Mandy too, is feeling randy just as he expects now his dirty little trick is working. He really will have them in the palm if his hand at last and if he punishes them for being insulting he knows he can easily get them to turn the other cheek. 

"Let us sit on my lounge over there, it is more comfortable for you girls," he suggests, and this time they don't give him any lip. No yet anyway and when they do it won't be nasty ridicule because with four sets of sexy lips so close to his mouth he can afford to give them a tongue lashing for their rude behaviour and the many insults he's heard them dish out by eves dropping on their conversations behind his back.

They readily follow him and literally fall back into the cosy large leather lounge, giving him space to sit between them. "And what about you Mandy, you haven't told us about your first time. You must know something?" he proffers. 

Now that Sherrie's confessed Mandy's more inclined, and she too, feels her libido escalating to such an extent this ugly Indian suddenly seems sexually acceptable. "It was my uncle that did it," she confesses. "I've already told you I'm not a virgin now; go ask my uncle about it," she says.

"When was this?" he asks as she puts her hand over the bulge in his pants and slowly slides it back and forth. Sherrie's also taking up her option by sliding her hand up and down the inside of his leg sending urgent messages to his brain that he's being simultaneously caressed by two ravishing and somewhat ready hot-to-go young women.

Answering him by leaning into his ear she purrs teasingly, "now that would be telling but I'll tell you since you seem to have some sort of weapon there you might threaten me with if I don't. See how big my tits are Mr Singh, you like them I know you do and why not, I'm young and fresh, so firm and feeling so horny right now. I didn't know Indian men could make someone like me feel so horny. Well, my tits, let's just say they were nowhere near good as they are now when I had my first."

He's smiles the smile you smile when you have something to really smile about. "Oh yes," but if it's worth remembering you must know how you did it," he counters.

"For a start I didn't do it, he did it." 

"Who? Your uncle?" 

"Who else? I said to go ask my uncle. He lives on his own not far from us and I'd walk to his place and go there often as he liked giving me nice things. This day he took me up to show me the attic he added on top of the house. He was planning to sell it after making the additions and wanted to show me. The attic had a television set and all his private collections of things in there and just a single mattress he put on the floor to lie on with the attic window open on hot nights.

"He showed me some movies that had Asian women massaging Western men who were naked and the women put oil all over the men's bellies and chests and were sliding around on them until they ended up sitting on their hard cocks. Some of those Western men had big dicks, really big ones and my uncle said they make him jealous as his was just six inches and the ones the women were massaging were much bigger.

"He asked if seeing something big excited ne and I said yes and he put another movie on showing Asian women up close sucking really big ones They were not Asian cocks though, I think he said one was black American and another was Jamaican where he said lots of men are really big. Watching them made me lick my lips and he caught me doing that and he suggested I should learn now how it's done so if I ever meet a Western man like those in the movie I will know what to do. I thought it made sense as no harm could come from sexing up with my uncle in his attic. It was so private and I felt turned on, so wet and I ended up giving him what he wanted. When he took his pants off I got a pleasant surprise. I kept doing it until he made me swallow his cum."

"Now that's being a good fine young woman I do say," says the landlord pleased to know she can do something she's told to do without question. "But that's just the start surely. Did you do more to please him?"

"Is Singapore the capital of Singapore? she replies. "Does someone like me lie back on her uncle's mattress while he sucks her growing breasts and puts his fingers into her, exploring inside, making me wetter and wetter for him and not let him have his way with me to take my first lessons in pleasing a man? 

Sherrie chips in, "tell him Mandy what you told me, how he fucked you; go on I dare you." Encouraging words from the younger one to her friend encourage the Indian to fondle the breasts of both his new tenants as Sherrie continues to glide one hand up and down the inside of his thighs and with her other hand, moves her flat palm over the bulging sausage in his pants as Mandy pins her fingers each side of the shaft to let them see the size of its girth. They both lick their lips.

"Yes tell me, I insist," he orders Mandy, knowing she's more in the mood to do as she's told with the sexual stimulant in her nervous system now making her feel completely uninhibited and feeling hot and passionate in her loins.

"All right then, I'll tell you., My uncle was into some kinky things and he got this really wide and very sticky binding tape out like they use on large cartons and things only a different colour. He made me lie back, dragged my lovely new white panties down over my ankles then pushed my legs out wide with my knees pointing back and tucking my ankles in he then got my arms under my thighs and taped my wrists to the lower part of my legs so I couldn't move my legs or my arms. I felt really helpless and I was. In a way it was scary but exciting at the same time wondering what he was going to do. He said it's a game he's always wanted to play out with me watching me grow up over the years and now I was old enough it was time, whatever that meant I didn't know.

The Indian is now all ears. His Indian cock is red Indian at the end engorged with blood from excitement and he fights to contain his urges or he will waste what he wants to give them in the proper place rather than spoiling his new pants. "Keep going, keep going," he urges the ever more randy Mandy.

"Okay. He then put a black blindfold around my eyes so I couldn't see anything, not even a shadow it was black as black can get. I was already out of my skirt but my denim top and all I had left on was my pink and white Puma joggers. He ordered me not to talk but just to lie there quietly because talking he said just spoils things. All he wanted was to hear me moan and be puffing and panting when he got me worked up. 

"He got some other tape out and put it across my mouth so I couldn't talk and spoil his fun but it had air holes in and when I tried to talk and tried shouting it was just soft muffled noise, didn't make sense. I knew I was totally helpless lying there legs apart and my arms tied and it was pitch black and my mouth was taped so I couldn't make a noise. I had no ideas what his game and all he said was not to get frightened he would not do anything to hurt me.

"Then I felt him sucking my nipples, pulling them up into his mouth and sucking really hard. They were much smaller then but he said they turned him on. He was going from one to the other trying to stretch them up with his lips and suddenly something really strange happened. All of a sudden he was sucking both my nipples at the same time. But how could he? It felt really sexy as they were getting sucked differently and I was trying to sing out what's happening but the only sound that came out of my mouth was mmmmmfff mmmmffff mmmmfffff sort of like someone had their hand over my mouth only tighter. 

"The sucking on my nipples was really weird because as I said it was being done in a different way at the same time and I thought there must be someone else there but there was no one in the house that I could see. It kept going for quite a long while and I got this lovely orgasm but it wasn't exactly bone shattering. Not like the other ones than came later. More like a twitchy ripple effect. I was moaning in my muffled voice way and I heard him say something like 'that's the way go on moan as loud as you like because only we can hear you.'

"It didn't dawn on me at first but later on it did." The old Indian can't help but interrupt."Mandy you're making me feel like I wish I was there not him, this is so hot, are you just making this up?"

"No way, no way," she insists. "Don't interrupt and you'll get the whole story like I told Sherrie. She didn't believe me either at first. "Well he went down on my clit and I could feel him spreading my outer lips with both hands and putting his mouth on my clit and stretching it high as he could. He kept going back doing that over and over and then there was a change in how he did it, like it was now someone else doing it but I couldn't see any one and couldn't hear anyone and I never found out."

Sherrie is unbuttoning the landlord's shirt and trying to get the belt from around his waist as Mandy tries to finish her long winded version of her first experience. The Indian, still sitting but with his chair turned around into open space, is feeling sex from every direction now and listening to Mandy's first time on top of Sherrie's first time has his cock really throbbing. He wants to help Sherrie who's trying to get him undressed to check him out and she's looking impatient but he doesn't want to distract Mandy from finishing the confession of her hot first time, especially as an older man was involved. So far all he knows is that she'd been tied up and he's having his way with her but hasn't got his dick into her yet. Mandy pushes her tits into his face so he can lick them as she continues.

"Well next thing I felt his big hand under me and his thumb went into my bum and his fingers reached into my pussy like a pistol grip and squeezing. I'd never felt that sort of thing before and he kept it up making me orgasm quite loudly, it was that good especially from his thumb. 

"He found putting his cock in me was easy. I was so turned on and wet I felt it just slide into me even though it felt huge inside, even bigger than I thought sucking it earlier. I didn't know what to expect being my first time and but he pounded me real hard. I could feel it right up inside as if the head was going into my womb and the feeling, not being used to it, was incredibly sexy for me. I thought to myself I've got a man's penis up inside me already and just knowing it made me feel real turned on.  

"He was going full bore right into me in for a fair while and I could hear his balls slapping against my bum and his heavy breathing and there I was I'm lying there on my back, blindfolded, tied up and gagged not knowing what will happen next but I'm making my muffled noises like crazy behind the gag across my mouth and I could feel my body jerking back and forth from the way he was thrusting into me. Then suddenly he stopped and I thought he was coming on me or something but no, the cock was back in me again pretty quick only it felt different. It didn't feel as thick this time. I could tell because a minute ago my pussy muscles were real tight around it and this time it took a while for them to adjust to it and grip it again the same way while it was thrusting in me.

"He was doing it fast, really fast with much shorter strokes like it knows where to find my g-spot just inside and it sure it. I didn't know there was such a thing as a g-spot then but now I know that's he was aiming for. I could feel his breath and he was panting too like I was only he made more grunting noise than I did being gagged like I was. Must have been 10 minutes or more and I come real hard this time. The orgasm went right through me and I felt I'd been held up and rattled. He kept fucking me just the same, he didn't stop while I was going off my head muffing into the gag and then I felt this warm to hot feeling like a sudden surge go up into me and he was groaning loud while it happened and I knew then he'd come inside me. 

"My uncle kept me tied up legs still out wide and blindfolded for quite a while after that and I could only hear clicking noises but no other noise. It was eerie and I had to remember he said he wouldn't hurt me and he didn't of course. It seemed ages before he took the gag and blindfold off me but he still didn't untie me. Instead he had this big vibrator shaped like a man's penis and he told me to look down and see what it's like to see a man's cock go inside the pussy. He said I've felt what it's like so have a look at what it's like.

"I wanted to know why didn't he let me see him doing it himself and he said because being blindfolded so I couldn't see who was doing it made it more erotic and turned him on all the more. He said he'd been waiting for years to do it to me. I asked him about me thinking there was someone else doing it too but he laughed and said I was just imagining that as I didn't see anyone in the there when we arrived and the only other person with a key was his real estate agent he met that morning and he wasn't coming to inspect the place until the next day as arranged to go back on the market. Anyway I never knew and never found out so I just forgot about it except how good it was and that's my story, so there!"

"That is a very sexy recollection of your first time Mandy but I think perhaps your uncle's friend, the estate agent may have done an early inspection, shall we say a day early," the Indian says with glee written all over his face.

"I don't know, I never saw him but I do recall my uncle bragging how the agent waived his commission fee when he put the place on the market with his extensions."

Sherrie's finally got the Indian's shirt off and he lets her unbuckle his belt and both of them grab hold and start pulling his pants down. They are now feeling steaming hot, especially Mandy after recounting her first experience and memories of all the pleasures of a good fuck back into her presently sex charged mind. "Come on Mr Singh, Sherrie sings, we want to see if it's true all dark skinned men have big cocks"

They can see his energetic erection bursting to get out of his underpants as he tries to not get their hopes too high. "Girls, I must advise you," he says in his humble but now excited Indian tone," I am having to tell you that not all dark skinned men have big cocks but I am happy to show you my offering."

They drag his undies down and squeal as one, both grabbing for it at the same time but Sherrie getting her hands around its girth first making Mandy test the size of his testicles. "Oh shit Mandy he's all bluff, it's true about men with dark skin." 

He's all smiles and taking in a deep breath as he looks down at them, both kneeling in front of him, both bare breasted and fighting for possession of his penis. He knows that girls adore the male penis and some even worship it wishing they had one of their own (some do these days..oops) but these inexperienced hotties are not as yet fully undressed. He will work on that in a minute knowing he has them where he wants them. He plans on making this last for hours, knowing the drug will remain active in them for at least six hours and he still has two bottles of cheap champagne left. He lets them slobber greedily on his pulsating rod as they take turns sucking him rapidly trying to make him ejaculate but there's something on which they didn't calculate and it's called Tantra.

"Who is going to be first?" he asks as he surprisingly pulls himself free of their grip. They both put their hands up at the same time and then cup their hands under their bulbous breasts as if they are choice medium size melons on display and should be tasted. 

"You will do it my way," he says with unusual authority in his voice, something Indians are not famous for. "Both of you get your clothes off right away and be nude and feeling rude," he says feeling good about the way he used alliteration in what he said. "I am going to give it to you both, and perhaps even in both barrels"




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 07



"Oooh" chortles Sherrie. "I like the sound of that but you're an old man and we're only..." but she doesn't finish the sentence as he chips in aggressively, "I told you I am not an old man. Young people always confuse older age with poor performance but I must advise you that older age means great experience and knowing better how to please a woman. You will not find that in most males under 20" he returns with sting to hit back on the age gap.

"I said get your skirts and your pants off and be undressed like me." They obey him without question this time knowing he holds the perceived power of a perfectly positioned penis -- bolt upright, seven inches long and there's no holds barred with its thick two-inch diameter for a nice tight fit.

"Besides, I have to inform you that if you address an Indian about sex you are dealing with centuries of tradition in erotic experience, culture and knowledge about satisfaction.

"I will tell you just once but briefly ask you what do you know about Tantra in the religion of sex?"

Both girls look at him dumbfounded and look at each other shrugging their shoulders. He sees they both have a hand on their pleasure button and their fingers are slowly turning each of them around like winding forward the hands of a clock. Good, he thinks to himself, very soon he will be winding them up good and proper and then we'll see who can go the distance.

"You do not know. You are too young to know much about sex, you only think you know," he says with a touch of scorn. "It's easier to grow a sexy body in its form like you two and become wanton women but you are here today before me, naked and not knowing much about your own body I would be sure, so I will try to explain in quick time.

Mandy, still highly sexed up over recounting her first time experience and Sherrie talking about the double penetration invasion of her private quarters the day she really should have been taking different lessons in the classroom with just one teacher, show equal interest in his Tantra talk.

"What is it again? Tantrums?" she thinks. "I thought that's when someone carries on a bit like I did as a kid and got slapped around the legs for being naughty."

"No, as I expected, you are wrong. It's Tantra not tantrums and yes it's about being naughty I'll give you that," he says back sternly. "I can see I'll have to punish you in such a way it will please you as it pleases Hindu women in sex." 

Both girls until now remain kneeling before him -- a position he thinks is warranted, his intellectual superiority quite obvious even though they possess physical attributes made possible by the Ultimate Superior kindly gifting such heaven sent female forms for the benefit of mankind.

"Lie down there and I will educate you," he orders as he points where he wants them to lie on their backs side by side. "I'll now explain than in Hindu culture and centuries-old tradition in Tantra sexual activity is the divine link between heaven and earth. As both of you are Asian school drop-outs I would not expect either of you to be so educated about a foreign tradition. I will explain very quickly and you will then do as I order. In Tantra Hindu men learn to control and postpone ejaculation until their woman has achieved as many orgasms as she wishes -- it is always multi orgasm time and a good man does not leave his woman until she is nearly exhausted from many orgasms and then, only then he will plant his seed deep into her."

"Gosh Mr Singh are they that good? How long does that take?" Sherrie asks. "That my little pluckable flower is worth an answer. It is not like Asian or Western sex that lasts only a short while it usually takes more than two hours sometimes even longer than three hours. Could you handle that?"

"Being screwed for three hours?" Mandy shrieks. "You must be joking, no man will do that."

"Your uncle and his business friend didn't mind having you tied up blindfolded for a long and you didn't mind that," he reminds her as he stands over them, his erection appearing like a flagpole from their upside down position. "Well being blindfolded make it scary sexy in a sort of way, it turned me on heaps," she answers and gives him another idea. He thinks it's neat when young ones spill the beans so readily and give an older man an insight to their relatively immature mind.

"You two girls look so fuckable right now you want it don't you? You want my dark coloured cock I can see it in your eyes, especially you Sherrie, you haven't taken your eyes off it." He decides he'll tease them and make them really earn it the hard way, making them suffer for all their insults about him being wimpy. He knows the Spanish fly in their system is making them crave for sexual satisfaction and his erection is their most natural attractant. There's something about a hard penis that a female can't deny is good for her; she doesn't have one but she wants one. They want his bad as the combination of the alcohol and the aphrodisiac seem to burn into their pelvic area's sexual regions, igniting every erogenous zone of their bodies as well like a match does to tinder dry grass.

He pulls out a chair and sits it in the centre of the room, plonks his bum on it and orders Sherrie to get her tight arse over to him so he can rub her nicely rounded cheeks. She doesn't have to be told what he wants her to do though, her womanly instincts are already ahead of him as she plants her feet either side and pushes her hairless vulva on to his eager mouth. 

He's watched them doing this to each other through the wall into their bedroom but now it's his turn at long last -- a week is a long time for a man in his forties watching them cavort naked and playing sexually with each other almost within arm's reach yet on the other side of a wall and not have flesh contact with them until now. 

Her nectar is youthfully delicious to him, burying his face into her, pressing her outer labia out and sucking like a man possessed on her clitoris as she arches back, swaying on her feet moaning and leaning her head right back into Mandy's breasts as she stands behind her fingering herself unable to contain her own mounting desire.

And he is a man possessed at this moment. She's surrendered her prize jewel into his possession and there's another one in the queue waiting to be taken. Mandy's hands are all over her friend's breasts as she arches back, her eyes rolling back in her head as she orgasms so quickly that he can sense her shudder momentarily. 

He makes her stagger back to let Mandy push her equally shapely thighs up to his mouth, his tongue immediately darting between her lips and flaying the sensitive nerve endings provided by nature for Indians of his ilk to enjoy by going for the lick of their life. The man from Karachi will never be caught tongue tied giving sex education lessons to the needy who skip a whole year of school because they think they know best.

The lip service they're giving him now is not the kind they've been giving him behind his back; it's much more up close and personal. While the lips on their sensuous mouths are still velvety soft and glossed from lipstick his tongue is working like a dipstick between the lips inside their labia majora. He feels the excitement is making the inner lips of their pussies firmer and thicker as nature nurtures their vaginas to be very ready for what's to come.

He pushes Sherrie's shoulders down to kneeling position and gets his hand behind her head, holding it there to keep her mouth on his cockhead without lifting his face from between Mandy's thighs. He's an artful Indian that's for sure. Sherrie doesn't have to stay there more than five minutes as he's got Mandy moaning her head off massaging her engorged clit with his tenacious tongue and then inserting two fingers upwards into her sweet spot and expertly finding her g-spot to bring her orgasm on loud and clear. He wonders why females complain so much when at the height of pleasure, they're always moaning.

Mr Singh's in his element, two naked older teenagers with ravishing figures and both of them frantic for hot sex in his living room. This is what living rooms are for -- living it up! Both teen tenants are wet as wet can be and so is his face, smothered in their generous juices. His house guests are so turned on he's certain they'll be capable of taking the huge green cucumber he's saved for this 'slam bam thank you ma'am' occasion. It's his time to be dirty with them and dirty he will be knowing they'll love being downright degraded in his presence because their intense sexual fever for pleasure and need to be satisfied is more important now than their pride.

He's banked on them not being satisfied with an everyday sex romp and he's ready to go well into the night with his voyeuristic lust at long last finding sanctuary in the perfect haven for any penis, the soft warm and welcome folds of two hairless Asian vulvas. What else could he ask for?

Having two is better than having one because it gives one of them at a time to recover from their oncoming orgasms so they can gyrate to the next once he starts turning them over like plucked chickens or a porky pig on a spit. His religious belief in Tantra over the years enables him to control his ejaculation and maintain an erection for a long time, and even if it eventually flags, he's got two artful young Asian hotties on hand to get it back up again.

If there's one thing an old Indian hates it's being called old before his time. Mr Singh feels very young at heart right now feeling he can so easily dominate the desires of these two high school drop-outs and put a lot more into them than more respect for their elders.

Well, this is one pair of twitty birds not complaining now he's in control of the action. He's sucked their nipples, they've gone off their heads giving him head and he's had a hand in finding that their smooth bare pussies are fabulously finger lickin' good.

They want the main course and they're getting anxious, now begging him to fuck them. Can you imagine that? Two deliciously attractive hot body young women in his apartment begging him to fuck them? That's something he didn't have to put in the classified ad for the rent vacancy to land this bonanza. They just turned up at his door and of course, being an astute judge of character, he simply had to welcome them with open arms. For being so thoughtful he's being richly rewarded.

But the night is but a pup and this is one old dog not barking up the wrong tree as he orders them to get on the floor and give him a 15-minute demonstration of how two females fuck each other.

He knows they know how, but they don't know he's watched how they do it when spying through the wall into their bedroom. In this case the eyes have it more than the no's. 

"I know women do it and you two, young women that you are, must have the instinct to wrap your hips around each other and get into it," he says sternly, waving a finger at them as though they're suddenly back in the classroom and he's the principal without principles. "Show me how young sluts screw their cunts together and don't stop until I know you can come doing it," he booms.

Lusting for more orgasms in the grip of their feverish state of arousal they can't wait to show him, the exhibitionist side of their personas proudly on display for his greedy eyes. He wonders if they'd do this for him without being coaxed with alcohol and the amorous aphrodisiac he added to their goat's milk but it doesn't matter now he knows he can really reel them into his grubby clutches whenever he wants to as he's got money and they haven't

His greatest regret is that he didn't get the super sensuous Selena into such a situation when she occupied his only rental apartment. He thinks now she's moved on to a luxury life with a wealthy French couple uptown that his humble home is beneath her. What he doesn't know is that Selena often thinks of him and how it used to be less stressful living in the apartment now occupied by the two hot students. She's currently caught in two minds with the seductively clever Frenchman pressuring her gently more each day to claim her virginity and while he entrances her he also scares her. Mr Singh, she thinks, was so simple and so harmless she somehow misses him.

If she could see him now she would want to bite her lip. Engrossed in a gross sexual fantasy coming to life for him the now wild Indian thinks his new tenants are manna from heaven. He stares at them carrying out his orders to go fuck themselves and that's what they're doing and he's in the box seat in more ways than one. 

Sherrie lies on her back with the slightly more buxom Mandy spreading her hips over her. They merge their thighs as one like two dirty dancers in froze frame, hips locked together, two wet vulvas with vaginas at variable angles grinding and twisting, their pussy lips meeting and parting, then coming back for more, their clits erect and bending under the pressure of fresh female flesh, each student of pleasure licking their lips at each other as they strain to bring their mouths together but can't without releasing pressure where they need it most on their clitoris.

The Indian is beside himself gleefully taking this in, every twist and turn, every sigh and moan, every quick glimpse of bare pussy lips exposed before the next body movement presses them together, sliding across this way and that, Mandy holds the rudder from the back steering her genitals anything but gently in a slow but purposeful circular sweep across Sherrie's pink slit, the weight of her body squeezing the younger one's vagina petals and making them open only to get pushed the other way as Mandy bears down on her again. 

They keep swivelling and thrusting for 15 minutes and finally move from plateau to orgasmic phase. He sees them lock on square, both cunts curvaceously cuddling as they seem to shake their hips violently to create the clit on clit vibration that rapturously rocks them into their mind numbing finale. They were so good that as they sit huddled getting their breath back savouring the waves of pleasure rippling through their loins he's applauding them. He applauds them, calling out 'bravo bravo, more more!'

They look at him in disdain. "Mr Singh when are you going to do your bit and give us that cock, we've waited long enough," Mandy wails.

"Okay girls, but first I want to you to convince me you really want it, I mean want it real bad. Come on Mandy, you're the one singing out for you I want you to beg for it before you get it. Go on," he says as the voice of new found authority. 

"I'm burning inside for your cock landlord," she shouts back. "I've never wanted your cock so much as I want it now."

"That's very good," he replies back to his humble best. "I shall get pen and paper and ask you to write that down and sign it on today's date so I can always show you later that you told me so because young people have terrible memories". 

He returns seconds later with a clipboard and pen and gets her to repeat her statement in writing, preceded by 'to Mr Singh.'

"What about you Sherrie? Tell me something about my cock that turns you on. Go on, what is it, I can see it in your feisty eyes."

"All right then, the younger one confesses "Mr Singh when I look at your cock, your thick hardness I want you to put it up me hard and fast. How's that?"

"Oh that is very, very good and true I must say," he answers, "now put that sentence in writing and sign it underneath Mandy's. She does as she's told which is not like her at other times. 

"You are both very, very good for me," he says. "I am so glad you both come tonight and I am here to help you keep coming. Now as Tantra teaches me I must satisfy you both with my penis in you and give you many orgasms. Can you handle more?"

They look at each other and back at him convinced he's trying to mock them they're so turned on. "We can," laughs Sherrie in a semi-sloshed voice,"but can you?" You won't last the distance 'cos we're about 25 years younger than you for a start and there's two of us and just one of you!"

Mandy adds to his ire as she supports her friend. "Yes Mr Singh two of us and one of you 25 years the difference that makes 50 years of difference with two of us."

"I am a polite man at times and I will ignore you lack of belief in my sexual prowess," he replies. "I can see I will have to teach you both a lesson. I am going to put a challenge to you, you are both so hot for a big cock come into my bedroom and lie those hot arses on my bed, spread your legs and get ready for something big."

He's already made sure he's pulled the shades on the mirror on his side of the bedroom so they can't see he can see into their apartment and they dump themselves on their backs on his bed as instructed. He disappears into the kitchen.

"Shit I'm still randy as hell, I'm aching for it," Mandy mutters to her friend. "Wish he'd hurry up." Sherrie's just as impatient and is already imaging something nice and firm inside her passage that she's longed for ever since her once-only DP experience in her first year at junior high. "I want it just as much as you Mandy; at least he's got a decent sized dick after waiting this long."

"Well I'm a bit older than you so I'm the senior one and I go first and besides my tits are a bit bigger than yours so biggest tits goes first every time."

Just as Sherrie's about to return fire he turns up again with his erection amazingly still intact but it's not his dick they're suddenly fixed their eyes on it's what in his hand, a light green Oriental cucumber just perfect for eager pussies at its standard nine inches length and two inches width.

"You two don't get enough luscious fruit into you, that's your trouble so I got this for you, I personally picked this Hybrid Ninja variety oriental cucumber as it's perfectly straight with a permanent erection, and you should know how nice and smooth and fat it is," he says proudly holding it out to show them as if it's a replica of his own edifice.

"Oh my God," she says, 'it's like a horse's thing, surely you're not...."

"Oh yes I am afraid it is so, this lovely cucumber has a very long shelf life too, so I have some extra ones you can take back to your own kitchen, these oriental varieties are all identical in size and straight shape and you can always feel horny when you look at them. Didn't you know that cucumbers originated in my birthplace India before they spread to other parts of the world thousands of years ago? Didn't you two learn at school -- no I suppose not -- that cucumbers are more than three thousand years old in the Asian region?"

"I like the shape of it," Sherrie muses, "I can imagine it, yes I can; I'll have a go."

Mandy cuts in, "it's bigger than your cock it's more like...it's more like ..."

"It's more like something you've always wanted to try out," he suggests and hands it to her slicking it in baby oil." Mandy takes it protesting it's too big."It's not too big for you Mandy, you just might surprise yourself. It's long and strong but you decide how much of it you want to feel inside you as the cucumber has no brain, just lots of brawn for nice cute young women like you who like to see their pussy lips pushed very wide."

Sherrie looks at it in Mandy's hand, almost green with envy. "I'll give it a go if you don't want it," she urges. "It looks like it belongs to King Kong, what a dong!" 

Mandy pulls it away from Sherrie's outstretched hand saying it's hers to try first. They start to squabble over it, both hanging on to it at opposite ends until he takes it back, orders Sherrie to get down on her elbows and stick her bum up high so he can fuck her. That makes her move fast and she's glad Mandy's got the cucumber after all as she really wants the cock. 

Entering Sherrie was so easy for him, gripping her by her hips and quickly thrusting his seven inches of throbbing thick manhood where she wants it most. It's thick and he's fast, just the way she craves it and he looks down and knows why she's already moaning as he sees his dark skin weapon pummelling into her pink pussy between her satin white cheeks. 




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 08



IN THIS chapter (part 1) the shy and innocent Singapore virgin Selena works herself into sexual submission after an hour-long erotic photographic posing session leads to a lustful climax. The erotic photographer Jacques Pardie gives her a steamy facial -- her first taste of what's to come soon. In the sub-plot (part 2) the randy Indian landlord Mr Singh likes to soak up savoury juices as he makes a meal of two hot ex-schoolgirl tenants Mandy and Sherrie. 

It's another hot day coming up in Singapore -- hot in more ways than one -- as the sexually naive 19 year-old local girl Selena - au pair to erotic photographic veteran Jacques Pardie - wakes up after a night tossing and turning between the crisp white satin sheets.

She awakes to find her hand between her legs - very high up between her legs - touching herself as she comes out of a warm and fuzzy dream about him. They were on a big luxury motor yacht just the two of them on their way towards the Gold Coast on the eastern seaboard of Australia. His bisexual lover and ex-Parisian glamour model Josette was not in the dream -- it was so wonderful having his company all to herself.

He was taking her with him to meet prospective models in Australia's tourist capital where he owns an apartment on level 69 the 80-floor Q1 tower in the Pacific Ocean beachfront icon address Surfers Paradise, where Q1 stands as the world's tallest residential-only building. In her dream he told Selena the significance of selecting his luxury apartment with 360-degreee views on level 69 was because that's the most erotic address in the tower. He had his arm around her asking her to be the six and he'll be the nine when they get there and she nodded keenly but she didn't have any idea what he meant by it.

She sits up blinking, looking to the other side of the bed for Jacques but he's not there. Yet she just heard his voice, this ruggedly handsome six feet plus tall Frenchman with the slow hand approach and sexy accent asking her to imagine what it must be like to make love in the clouds.

'Do you mean it's heavenly,' she remembers laughing gaily. 'Yes, with you it would be even more than that,' he said back. The last thing she can remember is that they were together and he put the 70ft boat on auto pilot on a becalmed ocean just five miles off the coastline. Selena swooned as he took her in his arms and they danced cheek to cheek on deck with a full moon rising on the horizon behind them. She could hear out of nowhere the beautiful music of 'My Heart Will Go On,' the hit love song from the blockbuster movie Titanic, as he looked into her eyes and their noses touched. 'There are no icebergs around here are there?' she remembers asking; he laughed and moved his lips towards her partly open mouth for the lover's kiss she waited for since they first set eyes on each other in the Vis-a-Vis French restaurant in Singapore's Chun Tin Road part of the upmarket Bukit Timah province of the city less than a month ago.

The last words she heard from him before she got that sinking feeling that she was dreaming was when Jacques whispered in her ear "icebergs take years to melt but you make my heart melt so quickly from the heat of your body." 

Alas, for Selena there is no boat, just her empty bed except for one passenger lying there in the nude on this hot Singapore morning, her right hand still evident of how her dream affected her. The music from the movie Titanic was really the waves of emotion floating into her mind and the lapping sound of the water against the hull of the boat was really the feeling of wetness within her vagina as her fingers, not his hand, maintained course.

"My God it was so real," she says to herself greatly disappointed that it was a dream and she's still the sexually inexperienced girl from the orphanage who's never had a lover and doesn't know what to do if she got one; his 19 year-old au pair servant in his luxury abode with the 30 year-old former Paris glamour model Josette no doubt loving up to him right now while she must shower and get their breakfasts ready. "It's not fair," she wails to herself as the water caresses her stunning 36inch b cup firm breasts that are capped with big pointy nipples.

Jacques and Josette join her in the kitchen 30 minutes after she leaves her room to head downstairs to get the day under way. As usual, she's wearing their prescribed au pair 'uniform' -- the sensationally cheeky flesh coloured silk body suit that hugs her curves and creeps into her crevices, a walking talking advertisement for erotica in her sheer but opaque clinging outfit covering her from her neck to the end of her toes and wrists. If body suits of this kind could talk it would say a lot about her buxom breasts, tight well formed arse and genitals that so generously promote a perfect preteen-look hairless sexuality only bigger and better. 

She's telling them about her dream but not the romantic part or how she woke up wet below decks. And she's making out that Josette was there all the time so she won't get any funny ideas about the third player in their well planned French ménage a trios.

"Oh isn't that nice Jacques? Selena's even thinking of us when she goes to bed," Josette purrs without trying to sound catty. Her own pussy would be very much at home smooching up to Selena's. "I do hope darling we all ended up in bed together." The constant dropping of hints by her is part of the French couple's means of innocently making Selena be less fearful of a full blown eventual sexual union among them. 

"No, I woke up and realised it was a dream," the young Asian answers.

"Where were we then?" he asks in his low husky accent.

"Somewhere on a boat. You were taking us to the Gold Coast in Australia to show us the apartment you bought in a building called Q1, and you said it was the tallest residential tower in the world. You mentioned about going there only yesterday and it must have stuck in my mind."

"Yes I did but not going there by boat. I'm a VIP traveller with Singapore Airlines and you must know being a local Selena that Singapore Changi Airport is by far one of the best airports in the world. How could 80 airlines coming here be wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I've never been our airport," she replies sullenly. "That's for people who have money and travel a lot. I've got nowhere to go." 

The sexy young innocent Asian goes into sulking mode as his comments only make her feel even less qualified to ever be in his arms in a romantic way. She's shy, inexperienced and raised in an orphanage until recently and he's a 50 year-old worldly-wise erotic photographer used to jet-setting about and being in the company of sexy hot-bodied women. She realises how stupid she'd make herself look if she ever admitted her growing affection for him.

Selena is a very confused young lady; just two months off turning 20 and Jacques is some kind of an enigma to her. He's three times her age yet there's something about him that seems to be drawing her closer to him. There's an unusual kind of enchanted feeling being around him and even just listening to his voice. When he speaks to people on the telephone she can sense that he's in charge, confident and sure of himself yet not egotistically so. The way he uses his words with her at times makes her feel as though she just wants to run to him and throw her arms around him.

So is he just a father figure? The father he never knew or is it more than that? Massaging him last Saturday while he was naked as part of her au pair duties was a binding moment in her life; she's never until then seen a grown man naked, let alone had to feel and massage to ejaculation his huge penis. (Chapter 6). Are all men this big, she dared to ask but didn't? To actually witness his sperm shooting upwards as she made him climax brought a squeal of teenage delight from her lips, a moment of absolute wonderment in the first sexual act she's ever performed with a man. 

At that time though Selena wasn't thinking of it as sex but seeing him like a father figure as he explained to her the facts of life about how a man feels when he's stimulated this way. He coaxed her to believe this is what young daughters do to learn from their fathers so that when the time comes she will know how to approach and please her future husband. Selina thinks this is what all fathers do as a matter of course -- of course, especially after he let her play with it for some time as if was a new toy. He was merely toying with her but for her, his nine-inch phallus was an eye-popping educational opportunity. 

She seems to feel she could fall in love with him but rejects the notion as absurd because of the age difference and Josette's ever presence around him. Yet she wants him to be like a father to her as he's got the qualities she feels are admiral in such a man so that in a daughter-like way she could truly look up to him and respect him lovingly and even passionately, and of course be educated by him.

These thoughts are always going through her mind wondering how to handle this riddle she's found herself in. She's at the "should I" or "shouldn't I" stage after overhearing Josette three days ago asking him if he wants to fuck Selena and his answer still enchants her, that she will come to him when she's ready. The way he spoke further about it didn't sound as though he intended a quick bend over 'slam bam, thank you ma'am' sock-it-to-her sex romp but something much more torrid and longer lasting.

Selena's fearful of sexual intercourse because no male has ever attempted it with her, much to her relief. Being molested by two lesbians when taken home to one of the orphanage's staff member's home on once a month weekends between the ages of nine and 16 (hot chapter 5 ) has spooked her from being touched sexually. It was only Josette's sensitive understanding as a sexually exploited preteen model in her hometown Lyons in France that she could relate to Selena's plight at what the Asian teenager then thought was acceptable behaviour that gave her the courage to tell of her ordeal.

Her virginity is all she can claim to own in life and she desperately wants to keep it until she one day finds the man she can marry and give him her gift of purity. What Selena lacks in brain power she must make up with inbuilt female guile and instinct to keep her pussy from being penetrated. She can almost feel him closing in on her and now she's seen the might of his manhood it excites her provided she doesn't have to let him put it inside her. She can't imagine it fitting into Josette but realises it must somehow.

To Jacques, Selena's heavenly body has become a new place of worship. He will not let her know how much he yearns to make love to her patiently, then passionately, and then in bondage-like lust until he explores every inch of her shapely figure and understands every single sound she utters in unbridled passion. He's thankful that Josette understands his needs. 

A pause in a conversation can be a long time when the brain works at lightning speed thinking. He's looking at her across the kitchen table after thanking her for cooking such a delightful egg omelette and as his dreamy eyes meet her gaze in those mere seconds Selena's mind works overtime. The sound of his voice, the slow and convincingly manner of his tone gets her. It was this very same deep baritone pitch and sexy sound of his French accent that captivated her at their first meeting in the Vis-a-Vis restaurant where he sent shivers up and down her spine the way he held her hand, running his finger up to her elbow admiring her tender skin. And no man had ever kissed her hand when meeting her. That night, alone in her new bed of luxury comfort, her hand went to her clitoris in warm and relieving comfort, reliving that moment.

Selena's discovered she gets wet at certain times when he's around. This makes her conscience remind her she must be doubly on guard never to go too far or she will lose the very thing she rightfully cherishes most -- her virginity. 

Since arriving at his Barker Road residence the young Asian looks up to him but knows now that the battle lines are drawn in his pursuit of erotic pleasure with her. She is the quarry and she must adamantly defend her chaste ways no matter how much he chases her. 

"Selena it's a funny thing you should dream about us going to Australia," he says in a remark that snaps her mind back to the present. Josette and I were going together of course but now you are with us in the true French meaning of ménage a trios you are not our servant, but you are one of our family and as such we do things together. Would that please you?"

His double-edged question puts her on the spot in what is like a game of chess -- he wants her to make the wrong move so he can pounce and as slow as she was at school the pretty young thing wrapped so tight in her silk bodysuit must think quickly when he puts a question to her. 

"Oh yes sir, it would be very pleasing to travel with you to the Gold Coast. I could never afford a holiday like that."

"Good! Then it will be done and give you something to look forward to."

"Do you really have an apartment called 69?" she quizzes him, thinking back to her dream based on a short conversation she heard him having with Josette the previous day.

The Frenchman chuckles. "Yes, of course, but it's not called apartment 69 it's on the 69th floor and I chose that level for a good reason."

"You are such a good judge of things sir, so why that number, it must mean something to you?"

"Yes Selena it does, but I suggest it will mean as much to you as well."

"Why is that? I don't understand."

"Let me keep it a secret and it can be a surprise for when you go there and we can christen the apartment 69 with the joy of your company."

She repeats the words she recalls from her dream, "I'll be the 6 and you will be the 9,' it sound like fun sir," she says without having a clue what he's on about. She figures it's always safer to agree with him because he's very clever and has a strong sense of direction in his life. Selena sees herself as usual in a subservient sense typical of her low self esteem and ever-ready to cling on to his beliefs in the hope it can make her a stronger woman.

Breakfast over Josette has gone for an appointment at Raffles Place in the central business and Jacques is working at the keyboard of his computer in their study while Selena is clearing the dishes and starts dusting. She wonders what he's working on at the computer so when she gets to that part of the house she calls out if it's all right for her to do the dusting without disturbing him.

He stops working behind the keyboard and watches her lithe frame flicking the feather duster about. He shakes his head and smiles. Selena's not cut out for housework he can see that but she's so cute, so attractive, so sexy and so innocent who else would he want to do it?

Just watching her bending over working the duster about the legs of a table makes him groan inwardly. Her tight butt's sitting up as she bends over and the full shape of her pussy is clearly visible from behind, almost as if she's inviting him in. There's no doubt in his mind she's a distraction but one he's prepared to accept for it would be folly for a man of 50 to forgo such scenery when it's so close and so serene.

"Selena, sit down at my computer for a moment," he says instructively sounding like a teacher talking to a student. It catches her by surprise and she's suddenly fearful he will ask her to do something on the computer. She's fascinated by them but doesn't have one.

She sits as told. Jacques stands behind her telling her to look at the screen showing a big picture of a beautiful woman's face. As he speaks in his low husky French accent he runs his fingers through her hair, sending little tingles across her scalp. "That face you see in front of you is one of my models but if you look closely you will see, as I can see, she is not as beautiful as you"

"She looks very pretty though, sir, I could never look as beautiful as she is."

"Oh but you demean yourself so much Selena, you must get more confidence in yourself," he says lowering his voice even more so she can barely hear him. His hands, both of them, are stroking the supple soft skin of her neck and he traces a finger around one ear and down again. The sheer touch of his hand and even more so his single finger sends a ripple through her nervous system and she sits rigid not knowing what he's up to.

"Selena I want you to do something for me. I want you to look at that woman's face and imagine it's yours there. I want you to know that I know you are better than her; you are younger, more vivacious and ready to reveal your true soul. Your face, your innocence and your figure are the embodiments of eroticism and I will be the judge of that not you." As he speaks his finger trails a path lightly down from her neck, across her shoulder and ever so slowly slides down her right breast, circling at first her nipple three times but closer each time until his fingertip glides across the nipple and then back and forwards three times before retracing its movement back to her neck. 

He watches how her nipples harden at the sudden excitement, jutting out thick and forcefully against the tight sheer silk. She's so easily aroused he notices. It would be so easy for him to cup his broad hands around she sides of her ample breasts as they sit up so firm with youth on their side but instead he merely gets his strong hands on tops of the shoulders and gently squeezes several times as he commences to massage the stiffness he can feel there. 

"You are tense yet excited my precious orchid," he whispers, leaning into her ear. She's electrified rather than pacified as his very touch on her body sends quivers through her sexual regions. She's aware Josette is out of the house and fears he may force her to have sex with him yet at the same time she hopes Josette stays out longer than she needs to so they can be alone.

He sits beside her and moves the keyboard in front of him."I will show you something," he says talking like a father to his daughter. With a few more keystrokes he calls up the image of a Polynesian islander, a woman he describes to her as being just two years older than Selena. 

"This young lady is a called Ursula," he says. Ursula is tall, she'd got impeccable light brown skin, small breasts with puffy nipples and she's completely naked. The picture of the Polynesian woman she shows her is taken from behind the model, her legs held apart but her torso turned to the left, her hands behind her head smiling at the camera with wonderfully white teeth and her left breast visible from a rearward side profile. It is a very sexy image Selena agrees. "Why are you showing me sir? This is part of your work so you want me to know what you do?" she asks and answers at the same time.

"Precisely," he answers anyway. That picture disappears and he shows Selena a quick range of other poses but they are all showing the same model wearing a tiny g-string that sits right at the very top of the crack in her pussy so the pubic bone is bare and fully visible but not her vulva.

"Do you think she looks very sexy in these pictures?" he asks. Even if she disagreed she wouldn't say so. "Yes sir she looks very pretty, very sexy. She has a lovely figure and she's so tanned looking."

"Well that's her natural colour of course," he replies. "Yes of course," she says.

The next picture is a full screen image of her Ursula's face, her lips parted and her tongue pointing into the corner of her mouth. "Oh!" Selena utters almost astonished by the sight of so much sperm around the model's mouth and dripping down her chin. 

"This is the girl I saw in your studio," she blurts. "One of those with your signature on their faces." 

"Yes you have a good memory for faces," he replies, glancing at her eyes fixed to the image in front of her.




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 08



"This is what you called a facial?" 

"Yes Selena it's so because my client asked for it of the model. He is a New Zealand businessman working in Tonga and this young lady -- she's a part-time model -- works as a bank teller where he does his banking. When he discovered she does part-time modelling he did an internet search for a credible photographer specialising in erotic art that he could get to help convince her to pose for something super erotic. He specifically wanted just pictures of her with a man's cum on her face but of course I don't go and do just that; the model gets paid a full day's pay and I take many pictures in different outfits, some completely nude but only in erotic poses, nothing explicit."

Selena seems mesmerised for a few moments, trying to imagine this 21 year-old bank teller in Tonga kneeling before Jacques as he splashes her face with his white cream.

"So you client got you to go to all that trouble just so that every time he goes to the bank and speaks to her she doesn't know that he's seen her with your man milk around her mouth?"

"In her mouth too, Selena, that image there is just one of several taken with a shutter than captures continuous motion images in freeze frame mode so my client actually has images of her lips around the head of my penis, then with her mouth open tongue out waiting for me to ejaculate, then several in sequence mode of that happening and finally with her licking the end of my penis dry."

"Oh my goodness!" Selena says shaking in her seat. "How could she do all that for this man?"

"She did it for me Selena, she doesn't know my client from a bar of soap. She was very well paid and appreciated the money and no other person knew about what she did apart from my client. He was so impressed with her beauty and her erotic nature he went to the bank soon after and offered her a job as his receptionist for twice the money she was earning at the bank."

"Did she go?" 

"Oh yes indeed, young women like to earn as much money as they can while they are young. They know that beauty is on their side while they are younger so they should take opportunities when they can." 

"Yes I understand," she replies. 

Jacques flicks a range of the other images of the pretty Polynesian on the screen in sequence order of him ejaculating on her face but dwelling longer on the first one showing the young woman's mouth around the head of his shaft.

From the corner of his eye his eagle-eye he notices his au pair's tongue brushing along her top lip. "It seems so big in her mouth sir," she comments, her own nipples already erect.

"I could never do that, she must be very game and needing money so badly," the young Asian suggests as if to atone herself for looking so keenly at the images.

"Selena, let me tell you something, when a woman sees a man's penis and it's erect it sends an erotic impulse to her brain and she will adore it, want to feel it perhaps, want to suck it and as you just saw, want to offer her face for it."

"Why are you showing me this sir?"

"I never thought you'd ask. Because it's what many fathers like their daughters to understand as they grow up and get interested in the physical shape and development of their own bodies. It's natural for them to be inquisitive about the man's penis as they don't have one.

"I can't speak for Singapore but in Europe by the time they're eleven years of age six out of every ten girls -- that's more than half of them --- have some kind of experience with a man's penis whether it's just feeling it, sucking it or taking it into them."

"It never happened to me sir, I never saw one until last Saturday," she says defensively.

"Did it feel good in your hands when you were massaging me?" he asks, this time back on his feet and gently caressing the sides of both arms level with her breasts. 

"Yes sir, I did not know anything about it, a man's thing. I never thought they were all as big as that. I could never imagine how women fit them inside them. It would frighten me."

He laughs and leans into her ear making her quiver again. "They are not all as big as mine Selena; you will walk a long way to find many young Asian men with a penis nine inches long. But penis size does not maketh the man, that's a fable not to be believed, what matters most is a man's understanding of what maketh the woman and how to please her more than just please himself. Women are such exotic creatures; the depth of their feelings runs deeper than the ocean itself.

"You must not confuse yourself with size and satisfaction. A man much smaller than mine can satisfy any woman sexually if he knows the way not just any way. And listen to me my little orchid; do not delude yourself that your pretty pussy can't gobble up a big penis. It is made so it can but if a woman is not interested yes it would not be as easy. A man is lucky in some way because it is so easy to make a woman wet down there. I tell you this as a father would tell his daughter, you understand don't you." 

"Yes sir, I think so." She nods because anything he says is fine by her because he knows so much and she knows so little. She wants so much not to be such an amateur in the company of a professional. Inwardly as much as she wants to be all woman to him she somehow wants him to treat her like a prepubescent daughter willing to learn the 'hard' way about physical chemistry and what girls need to know and be good at so when they meet the love of their life later on they will be more confident in lovemaking. 

He looks at Selena and his mind is always working well ahead. "I have a proposition for you Selena, when Josette gets back from shopping we will go to the Vis-a-Vis restaurant for lunch like when I first met you but this time for a proper lunch not just an entree. It will give you a break from the housework. You will like that I know."

"Oh yes, it must be so good to go there again, thank you sir. But surely I do not wear my bodysuit there."

Jacques squeezes her like any father would like to hug his teenage daughter with big firm 36-inch b cup breasts pressing in to his body if they were lucky enough to have them be on hand in a see-through sheer silk skin tight bodysuit promoting the erogenous nipples in their third dimensional delightful way. 

"Of course not," he laughs. Your private beauty is for me alone to view and think about in the confines of my home. You can wear one of your short skirts or whatever. When we get back around 2 o'clock this afternoon Selena I want you to help me in my studio."

"Yes sir, of course, how can I possibly help you? I know nothing of photography."

"I am trying out a new camera and some lighting settings and I need you to pose in some underwear before I use the camera on a new model next week."

Selena's taken aback, not expecting this and for a moment is flabbergasted. 

"Oh, oh I suppose...yes ..It's. do I have to be naked sir?"

"No of course not," he reassures, well aware of how female models become randy the longer they pose in front of a camera and are willing to show more. He intends to give her a facial so the experience will bring her yet a bit closer to one day wanting his cock inside her. It's a decision he will leave to her, knowing she may never allow it and his whole au pair mission would be in vain and yet...

She looks up at him, smiling, thankful for the fact she doesn't have to be naked even though by the time she gets into some of the outfits it hardly matters.

"Josette? What about Josette? She will be jealous I think?"

"Don't even think about that. Josette doesn't mind. She likes you to help me in any way you can. She is a very understanding woman."

"Yes sir, I believe so, she was so understanding with me the night before I had to massage you. I was so afraid and she was so helpful."

"Yes I know," he says knowingly. "Josette told me."

"She told you? She told you I massaged her with no clothes on to learn how to do it to you? "

"Yes Selena and she told me about your hang-up; about why you were so fearful of being touched sexually."

Selena's body freezes. "What? She told you that? About the orphanage?"

"Yes my little orchid, we have no secrets; we are now three and in threesome not two people and someone else. You are part of our life now and we share your fears and your joys. Do not feel upset; anyway I wanted to ask you something about it. As you know, being an erotic photographer I am erotic in the mind, you can tell that by how I ask you to dress for me in the house. Many women like the feeling of erotic jewellery in and around the lips of their vagina for the pleasure it gives when they move in certain ways and the jewels of my mind are the very thoughts of sexy things that happen, have happened or could happen. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so, sir. What must I tell you?"

"I am fascinated by the passion of the female for another female such as my Josette now needs you to massage her this Saturday as you did to me last Saturday so tell me about the women who pleasured you when you were at the orphanage."

"Must I? It was so long ago and besides it didn't happen at the orphanage, it was...."

"Yes Selena you must not have secrets from me. I can only be strong when I have the strength of my own courage to be honest and you must be likewise," he replies. Jacques knows only little from Josette, but just enough to spark his imagination and in his erotic mind he must know more to keep gingering up his libido with anything to do with Selena.

"But it was three years ago when it ended, I tried to put it behind me," she replies, acting more coyly. He is not to be denied. "How old were you then?" he asks. 

She shrugs her shoulders. "Just sixteen but it started one month before I turned ten."

"Who touched you? Josette said there were two women." 

"Elsa, the woman who worked at the orphanage started taking me to her house on monthly escorted leave from the orphanage. Some staff members were allowed to do that if they'd worked there for more than five years and could be trusted. For a while it was just her and we had lots of outings together."

"Did you sleep with her?"

"Yes. She lived alone. There was only a double bed with a pillow on each side. She cuddled me at first and she taught me how to kiss properly."

"She used her tongue?"

"Yes sir, of course, she said that is how I should kiss."

"And you reciprocated?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean did you do the same for her?"

"Yes sir."

"What else?"

"She kissed me somewhere else...between my legs."

"What happened?"

"She kissed me there and kept kissing me and after a while my body shuddered."

"She gave you an orgasm?" 

"I didn't know what it was except that it felt good and she did it three times the first night."

"Did you have to do that to her?"

"She showed me how to do it and put her hands behind my head to hold me there until she shuddered like me, only differently."

"There were two women Josette said. Where was this other woman?"

"She turned up for the first time after I turned 11 and was always there after that. She was Elsa's new friend that's all I knew."

"How old were they?"

"I don't know. I think about 35 or 40."

"What happened?"

"Her friend -- Eloise was quite bossy and said I was to sleep in the middle of the bed. She wanted to do things with me on her own a lot as Elsa watched and then I had to do things back to her."

"What sort of things?"

"The same as she did to me?"

"Kissing pussy she called it."

"You liked it though?" 

"Yes sir, not so much doing it to her but her doing it to me was very nice. My little body shuddered a lot. They didn't harm me, everything was just playful and it felt nice but I did not like kissing them the same way. I had to do it or Elsa said there'd be no more weekend holidays away from the orphanage.

"How often did this happen, your visits to this woman's house?"

"Once a month so it must have been 12 times each year until I was 16."

"So Elsa took you to her house when you were just turning ten until after you were 16; that's seven years multiplied by 12 times a year. Selena, that's 84 times. Are you sure?"

"Yes sir, I would not make it up. It is true. It did happen."

"But you make out to me you are frightened of sex and now you admit to me that two women made you share their bed all that time? Was it just one overnight stay when you visited this Elsa's house?"

"No sir, it was Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights."

"My God Selena, that's more than 250 times they had you in their bed. How could you possibly now be afraid of sex or being touched?"

"Well sir, it's just.. Well after it stopped it didn't bother me as I was leaving the orphanage soon after and I never did complain as Elsa said if I did I might have to stay at the orphanage a whole year or longer as punishment for misbehaving. It's then I started thinking I must have been doing something wrong but I never did tell on her. When I finally left the orphanage I read in a women's magazine a story about things like this only different but it made me realise I was being used by those women and what I did was not what all girls do every day like they told me.

"I felt ashamed of myself for being manipulated for the things I did, even though I had to do what I was told to do being young. I did enjoy it and I think that's why I felt ashamed later to find what I was enjoying was breaking the law."

"No Selena, get it through your head, you didn't break any law, they did. You were not to know any different." He puts his arm around her shoulder and tells her to put it out of her mind.

"Selena my little orchid, it is not what you did yesterday or the day before, what's most important is what you're going to do today and tomorrow, always the future is what counts. You will pose for me this afternoon I know you will."

"Yes sir. I can feel like I'm important as your models then." They are interrupted by the telephone ringing. Selena answers it quickly. It's Josette calling to say she's on her way back.

"Who was it?"

"It was Josette to tell us she's on her way back."

"She never does that," he mutters. "Why would she ring now?"

Selena thinks about it too. Perhaps she wanted to see how long it took one of them to pick up the phone. Did Josette think, perhaps, if they were having it off behind her back the phone would ring a lot longer, or maybe not be answered at all?

Josette arrives back at the house just 15 minutes after her phone call without any hint of suspicion whether her lover was taking advantage of her being way from the house and having Selena all to himself. Half an hour later and Selena changed into street clothes they head off to his favourite haunt in Chun Tin Road.

It's a busy day and the place is packed but his favourite table has been reserved so they take their seats and look at the menu. He pats Selena on the knee under the table. "Come on Selena, you must eat up well today. You have looked after us very well with your cooking so don't settle for the onion soup today, get more adventurous, I need my new model to feel satisfied," he says , this time squeezing her gently above her knee under the overhanging white linen tablecloth.

Josette orders the house salad because she likes the combination of sweet cherry tomatoes, fresh baby spinach, melon cubes and crunchy Fuji apple while Jacques as usual starts with his aphrodisiac oysters, winking at Selena saying they are good for a man's sex drive. Selena's selected the house version of lobster salad -- a potpourri of lobster, avocado and tangy pink grapefruit tossed in basil infused olive oil and laced with a 40 year-old balsamic vinegar and horseradish cream. Jacques orders for his main the Carpaccio of beef Rossini. 

"What is this about Selena being a model for you," Josette asks him. "You did not mention that earlier?" He pushes away the empty oyster plate and smiles.

"No my pretty one I didn't, it just came to me as I was showing Selena some of my work on the computer and she thought that Polynesian girl Ursula from Tonga was very sweet, the one with the closely cropped tight black curls.

"Yes I know the one," Josette says. "She was your last one that the New Zealand man wanted for his collection because he knows her as young bank teller in Tonga where he's got his business."

"Yes Josette that's right and he's a smart man to find out she does modelling part time and then to find me on the internet to see if I could entice her into my signature collection."

Selena's eyes dart quickly from Jacques to Josette once he mentions his signature collection now the young Asian knows what it means. "And will our sweet Selena pose for your signature on her face?" the French model asks.

"Oh Josette I couldn't imagine me doing that," she replies. "The model from Tonga had some much of it on her face I am amazed she did not complain to Mr Pardie." Jacques and Josette laugh and say something to each other in French that she doesn't understand. 

He leans across the table and takes her hand in his, stroking her palm gently and making her suddenly feel very girlish and helpless. "I think Selena would like me to do a lovely portrait of her looking so beautiful and youthful and of course she would want me to provide my personal signature, isn't that true my little orchid?"

Selena looks at Josette but doesn't know why. Should she or should she not? 

"Selena I am not asking you, I am telling you," Jacques says, squeezing her hand. "This is good for you. My personal gift could not be more personal and I know you will want it after you do the photo shoot." 

"I don't know what to say sir; it's all so new to me. I've never posed for a real photographer before. The only time anyone ever took pictures of me was when Elsa's lady friend one night had a man come to the house in a suit and he took lots of pictures of me for about an hour but I never saw him again"

"How old were you then?" Josette asks. "I was fourteen."

"Well Selena, you're 19 now and you've filled out quite a lot and nicely so. You have perfect facial features for photography and a lovely figure with a perfect derriere. It will be good experience for you. So you say yes?"

Selena can't say no to him. She wants so much for him to regard her as a woman, not a teenage girl. "Sir, I will do this for you if it means much to you."

That pleases him immensely and as soon as they finish their coffee he is anxious to get back and get it under way. Is this as close as it will get, he wonders, his thoughts flashing ahead to how he will end the photo shoot session with Selena. She's thinking too, but about how she can possibly do a good job of posing in sexy underwear when she's so naturally shy and will her teenage looks make her seem a girlish comparison to the beautiful models he's used to working with in photo shoots.

Back at Barker Road he wastes no time setting up the lighting in his huge studio, asking Selena to get changed into just her white satin bathrobe while Josette fetched a selection of sexy things to try on when she returns to his studio.

The studio, adorned by many of his selected best works in erotica including the Polynesian model's cum covered face, is well set up having high 16ft ceilings to allow overhead strobe lights for effects and 30ft long by 25 feet wide. It abuts a small room where he digitally processes his work.

Selena arrives back in her knee length white robe wearing nothing but her black silk thong and matching half cup lace bra underneath. Despite her inferiority complex about posing for a man who's used to working with professional models she's inwardly excited about the opportunity of seeing his large penis again. 

Ever since the first day she saw the bulge in his satin trunks when he came out of his small gym after a workout -- the day Josette made her parade her new silk bodysuit for him -- she's been fascinated by his manhood. Seeing how the pipe-like bulge went to an 11 o'clock angle when it suddenly became fatter in shape when he looked at her stunningly sexy outfit Selena has had the size and might of his penis on her mind.




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 08



She's surprised to see him wearing just a pair of dark blue satin Calvin Klein briefs that allow her to see the shape of his thick penis set to the left like a log. The sight of his taut well formed backside makes her gulp when he turns around and she sees the outline of it in his tight underwear.

"I always dress this way doing studio shots because the arc lamps get so hot," he says. She's been turned on by his masculinity from day one at Barker Road and no different to most women, she adores a tight well shaped butt on a man. 

Selena's fixated by the size of his penis and glad he's wearing something she can look at as much as possible. She once read an article in Cleo Singapore magazine about penis envy and the writer suggested alternatives for women who can pleasure themselves with penis-shaped vibrators but Selena is certain of one thing: there is nothing better than the real thing. 

When she first touched it last Saturday having to massage him she had to get a grip on herself in her bedroom that night after having to get a grip on the size of his manhood that morning. She couldn't imagine how Josette could take all thick nine inches of his firm flesh. Ever since that massage she can't wait to set eyes on it again provided it's not aimed at her pussy.

It was a day of quick education for Selena about the anatomy of a man's sexuality, asking what makes it so hard for so long, and then admitting to him she liked how it felt in her hands. She just doesn't want him to try to put it in her. He has his own ideas about that.

She's aware he will want to get a picture of her like the 21 year-old bank teller part-time model from Tonga but she can't imagine how he can do it if he's ejaculating. But just the sight of his swollen shaft can more than make up for her embarrassment as far as she's concerned. 

"What have you got on under that robe? " he asks.

"Just me," she answers.

"No I mean what you are wearing under it?" he tries again.

"Oh just this, what I had on at the restaurant," she says trying to sound like a real model as she unties the cord to reveal her black lingerie.

He gasps at her innate beauty. This is a young woman who absolutely underrates herself he is certain, and all the better for him so he can train her by teaching her things. The black silk thong is one of the French underwear garments they gave her in the gifts to make her feel at home the day she first arrived with a small suitcase of very basic clothes. The thong is a size 6, perfect for typical young Asian women's sexy small but well developed bums.

"Selena you wore that today at the restaurant, something so sexy as that? You did that for me, yes, no?"

"Yes," she fibs. "But I was wearing a shirt and a skirt over them you will recall."

"No, I did not notice, I was too busy studying your lovely shiny black hair and how radiant you looked in the face. You looked so happy. Was that because I asked you to pose for me?"

"Yes" she fibs again and he feels his organ grinding inside his pants while he groans softly in the throat. Jacques is ever confident he will get this young wench into his arms and into his bed before long. He can sense it. 

"Let us start," he announces. "You look so good in your bathrobe, we will start there and I want you to put some expression on your face, no deadpan looks and don't smile too much. I want to see sensuality not a cheerful social expression. 

"In your robe you have just come out of the shower and you are feeling very sexy so you leave it undone as if your lover is in the next room and you are about to go to him. Stand there like this...move your head on this angle. Pull the robe away so you see your whole naked thigh; now forget I'm here, forget who you are and it's a studio scene, imagine real hard you are about to enter your man's bedroom, so put some feeling into your expression Selena, you must feel sexy, you want to make love...he's waiting with a big erection just for you; open your lips a bit more, run your tongue along the top of your top lip, think passionately as if it's real, be the model about to make love and you want him to see the desire in your eyes....hold it! That's perfect; stay there...that's it! Perfect. 

"Now we'll do a few variations of the same picture. Those few expressions were excellent. Are you sure you did not take lessons from your Indian landlord somewhere? For a novice that's very good."

"What's a novice sir?"

"A novice is someone who's like...who's like an amateur. It's someone new to something like you are to this. Now we'll do those same shots in that position without the robe."

Selena's getting wet below from the excitement of posing for the camera. What is it about girls and women who just love to pose in front of a camera -- still photos or movie camera; it seems there's no worldwide shortage of females who get turned on when they spend enough time in front of a camera. 

Jacques would probably tell Literotica readers it's because in front of the camera all the attention is on them; the fussing with the make-up and props, the sensuality of facial expressions required, the very often very sexy lingerie and sexually expressive clothing, the baring of smooth naked flesh and being the dominant centre of attention makes young women come out of their shell prepared to play and invariably they like to show more than they planned to show.

The Frenchman knows that by the time he's finished taking the shots he wants of Selena in the underwear and then doing more suggestive but not explicit poses in even sexier underwear, she will be wet as wet can be. And she'll be twice as willing to suck the photographer's erection. If young models can do it without any pubic hair so can young ones of Selena's age he's sure, so the scene is set in more ways than one.

Half an hour goes by and he's done all the shots he wants with her robe and black bra and thong ensemble. "Selena you were very good, I'm very proud of you," he praises and she instantly feels taller than her 5 feet seven inches. Now change into this red g-string and bra, the red will look very good with your long black hair."

She hesitates as there's nowhere private to get changed without leaving he room. "It's all right Selena; you needn't be embarrassed in front of me."

She hesitates longer as she's always been fearful of taking everything off ever since her younger teen age experiences being manipulated into naked frolics by the two lesbian women. "Don't look sir," she pleads as the little girl inside states her case. "Okay Selena," he smiles and shakes his head; "I'll turn the other way."

A minute later she sings out "Okay" and he turns around and he says "Oh my God, you look stunning." And even for someone so seasoned in seeing sexy women in daring dress ensembles right down to the tiniest bits of cover, Selena looks sensational. 

The only thing missing is a Polynesian style tanned skin but her typical Asian white complexion looks just as compelling in another way especially the way the bra cups her magnificent breasts and the cut out points of the garment allow her voluptuous pink nipples to jut out provocatively. Her nipples are thicker and larger thanks to years of manipulation on them by the two lesbian women when Selena was selectively taken out of the institution for weekend sex play visits to their home over such a long period of time. 

The g-string bikini bottom, like the red bra is a woven lace silk design showing small pockets of bare flesh. It's more a preteen size and holds the well developed outer lips of her vulva in tightly at the base and accentuating a slightly upwards projection of her entire vulva so that it seems to sit up higher and more sexily. A tight grip for a tight pussy, he thinks. From the back the g-string cord is so thin it's completely hidden in the crack of her bum.

Selena doesn't feel comfortable wearing it and she doesn't like the colour or having her nipples promoted so aggressively in this kind of bra top but she hides her feelings to please him. 

Jacques sits on a stool adjusting his camera and Selena walks over to him asking if his camera is all right. "Yes, it's fine," he replies and is looking directly into her thighs. The light is just right for him to notice the sensuality of her tightly compressed vulva and he puts a finger to one side and runs it down the side where the g-string binding sits against her skin. 

"This is a good fit for you Selena, it's very tight but I can tell your beautiful pussy wants to get out of it," he professes. His finger runs up the opposite side now in the reverse direction, sending a tingle of excitement through her. Then, just lightly and only the once he draws a finger on to her vagina from the very bottom of the crack and drags it upwards until it reaches her clitoris where he stops, presses in very lightly and withdraws his hand away. She liked that.

"Yes, it is a nice outfit and I can see it fits you well. It will look good in the photographs," he said standing up and indicating to her where he wants her to pose. 

"This time though he's moved to more suggestive and erotic poses in an effort to make her feel sexy and more giving of her emotions. He's using angles that give the impression she's got no pants on at all the way she arranges her legs so the suggestion is 'I'm here, come and take me' and as he switches her from one position to the next, getting her to practice seductive looks in sulky eyes, bedroom eyes and closed eyes as if she's enjoying it. Selena's really getting turned on.

This is new to her and the real woman starts to emerge from within the shy teenager. "Blow a kiss and I want to see emotion in your eyes that you are in love with someone," he instructs, and although it takes several attempts to get it right for Mr Perfection, Selena's got his erection up and almost giving him three legs to get around on.

"Now in this one I want you to lie down facing up, tilt your head back, eyes closed, mouth open and I want your tongue touching your top lip as you imagine your lover's penis is inside you and it feels so masculine and powerful driving into you, you are moaning and enjoying the pleasure so much...."

"He takes her right hand and places it on the hot looking piece of red material barely covering her pussy. "Now to get the feeling right I want you to imagine, Just move your fingers around just there so it feels good and will make your face expressions more natural." 

To this stage she's been posing for 40 minutes and it's taking its toll on her usually well controlled modesty. She's feeling erotic and wants to look sexy so she's happy to do as she's told for him to get the best camera angles for hot innuendo. She's feeling more daring than ever before in her life knowing she's in a private room with him and pleasing him. He wonders how long it will take to actually get his hungry member inside her. At the moment she's not giving away membership to go there.

Jacques is getting the images he wants and moves to a more suggestive mode but within the confines of erotica not pornography. He gets her to lie on her tummy and with her legs outstretched, bring her left hand up from under her to slide under the red cover and touch herself while her right hand reaches around and over her bare bum and inside her g-string so she's feeling herself from two different directions. Her sex organs are not visible, just the direction of her two hands going to them as she lies on top of them. 

He uses this method as a disguised tactic to make Selena hot and so turned on she'll be more likely later on to grab his penis as keenly as a kid being handed a juicy lollypop to suck on.

"We're nearly there Selena, you've been wonderful," he praises and makes her feel even better than last time with her rising libido helping. What's helping her libido to leap higher too is the way his satin tights are giving her an eyeful of a huge erect penis almost popping out the top as it sits in an upright angle inside the dark blue underwear. Every chance she gets she keeps looking at it, mesmerised by the size and shape of a man's status symbol.

"Now this last screen shot is the hardest so I want you to try real hard and get the effect I want, is that okay with you?" he asks, not telling her what it is and Selena agrees without knowing what he wants. She's in the mood to be more liberal with her feelings, wet as wet inside and staring at every opportunity at his bulky erection. Jacques knows she's fascinated by the size of his manhood from the very first time she got a glimpse of its bulkiness inside his togs coming out of his gym on the first day she arrived at Barker Road. It's why he deliberately stands up close fronting her so at eye level she can't help but visualise its masculine meaning.

"Now I want you to kneel down...yes like that, now put our knees apart and I'll be photographing you from a three-quarters rear angle so I see all the cheeks of that lovely fleshy butt of yours; now I want you to keep your shoulders only slightly turned as you turn your head tilting over in a rearward direction....."

"Like this," she offers.

"Yes exactly but that's the easy part. Now this image is of a woman showing real emotion in her face as she has an orgasm....."

"You want me to have an orgasm?" she blurts in an astonished voice. "How...how.."

"How is easy," he says. "I want you to come for me. And this is what you'll do...give me your hand."

He takes her right hand and slides her fingers under the side of her tiny red g-string bikini cover, forcing the cloth to give up her privacy and reveal the moist lips of her genitals with her fingers on top.

"Move your fingers and masturbate for me," he demands in an upraised yet encouraging voice. "You must get yourself excited to get the feeling I want to see in your face when you climax for me. The camera does not lie only if you pretend to have an orgasm. It must be real. It must be passionate and with real feeling. You must shut your eyes and keep your head turned back as I showed you. You must keep going, let me hear you moaning with pleasure while you touch yourself for me. Keep your knees apart and hold your left breast with your left hand. Without warning he suddenly unhooks her top and throws it behind him so Selena is left with just a miniscule g-string on and even that's now pushed to one side by her hand going under it to masturbate for him.

The young Asian would never do this for anyone but him. His intoxicating pheromones invade the realm of her senses and sexually that makes her want to be close to him and to please him.

"Is this what models do?" she sighs.

"Yes, sometimes, now Selena you must concentrate on what you're doing. Stay in that beautiful subservient position and relax your body, keep your chin just above your left shoulder as you turn your head back, now keep those eyes shut, mouth open and feel your fingers at work. Pretend it's me doing it and you want to please me to show me you are a sophisticated woman, not just a teenager. I want to hear you moaning as the feeling gets better. I want you to feel erotic, to feel dirty and sexy, to let yourself go, I want you to perform for me. Show me how well you can perform sexually in excitement, show me how your lovely fingers dance and tease your clit making you so wet and wild. Show Jacques what he wants to see, give him your orgasm."

The very sound of his voice sends tingles through her and she's already turned on enough to do anything he says, the long photographic session, the constant sight of his hidden erection and the sexy poses in sexy underwear and being alone with him in a private room has conditioned her to let go her inhibitions and become a real woman, and for the first time in her life, feeling somewhat lustful.

He's not telling her that he's ready to put his manhood in her mouth once she orgasms. This is how he did it with the 21 year-old Polynesian model and the others that bedeck the walls of his studio with their faces rendered by his cum. And soon, it will be Selena, another step closer to getting inside her.

She's listening to his dreamy voice instructing her and her fingers push the bikini cover aside showing her entire vulva in a 'don't care so unlike Selena' act of exhibitionist self-satisfying lustful play. Her mind is racing and her eyes are closed tight thinking of his face, the sound of his voice, the shape of his manhood inside his short tight briefs and knowing he must be watching her right now, the g-string pulled up tight between the crack of her perfectly shaped bum making her appear naked, daring to expose her pussy while she's kneeling and fingering so furiously.

Jacques sets his camera up on the tripod to catch the moments he wants to catch that are so important to him -- the time of her orgasm so he can capture her expressions in orgasmic euphoria' her mouth around his penis and ultimately using a hand held shutter button her taking his cum in her open mouth and over her face. 

He's enjoying her soft sighs turning to soft moans graduating to louder more urgent sounds as her clitoris -- the most sensitive part of the female or male sex organs combined --builds up responsive intensity in her nervous system. 

Just now he's sure Selena's not even aware he's in the room. He's taken his briefs off and his raging erection stands up proudly, his balls swollen and ready to send forth with the combined interplay of his prostate. She's panting and her breath is short and fast, her head bobbing about as it leans over her left shoulder. It takes 10 minutes but she does it. She lets out a long loud moan and her body stiffens as her pelvic region tightens sharply at the peak of stimulation flooding Selena's brain with a sweeping sensation of blissfulness, her mouth suddenly feels a rush of added saliva, her temples become sensitive and parts of her body are endeared to the warm and fuzzy feeling of what happens when you organise an orgasm. 

Jacques captures on camera her mouth wide open, eyes held closed tight in an orgasmic overture, her tongue pointing outwards and the muscles of her face contracting as if she's crying. He watches and waits for the moment to move in as he senses the phase is almost over. He times it well as she opens her eyes and takes a deep breath of air he grabs her face so she's still in camera range and direction and pushes his penis head between her lips.

The shy Singapore girl has become a hungry woman for his cock. His ploy to manipulate her mood by having her pose exotically in sexy underwear for an hour, then masturbate teasingly to orgasm in front of him knowing the camera is capturing the moment has taken Selena to somewhere she's never been. Her nervous system has set alight her erogenous zones throughout her body and now -- at last -- her beautiful warm lips are wrapped around his throbbing penis.

But she's never done this before and he realises it so he holds her head from the back and gently pushes in and out of her mouth so she gets the idea and continues without being prodded. 

Here's a 19 year-old sexually naive Asian lass who's delivered countless orgasms with her mouth on the pugnacious pussies of the two lesbians who manipulated her when she was domiciled at the orphanage throughout her earlier teen years and now she's sucking a man's sex organ for the first time as euphoria still rides within her from her clitoral orgasm.

She can't believe she's doing this: kneeling naked but for her g-string bikini bottom that's dragged to the side of her wet but satisfied pussy, her bulbous breasts shiny in the strobe lights of his studio as this man she reveres so much stands over her like a dominant symbol of authority. His thick manhood makes her nearly gag as she slides it deeper inside anxious to have as much of him inside her as she can get without resorting to the real thing.




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 09



In this saucy chapter a chance meeting in a Singapore beauty salon adds a telling new erotic dimension to the innocence of sensuous Selena, the buxom local virgin just one day out from her 20th birthday.

The naive au pair to a 50 year-old masterful seducer, French photographer Jacques Pardie, is turned on by his ardent amorous charisma, yet she's determined not to surrender to him the ultimate prize he seeks. Piece by piece he's putting the human jigsaw together in his quest to win her totally. The shy scaredy cat is learning from him inch-by-inch, touch-by-touch, word-by-word but her willpower to protect her virgin pussy from penetration remains so far frustratingly inpenetrable to her employer.

Conversely and across many rooftops to another part of Singapore, the ever-inventive Indian landlord Mr Singh is making much faster progress in his sexual sejour (to use the French spelling) with two spunky expelled Asian schoolgirls Mandy and Sherrie. 

Just as Selena on this sunny Saturday morning is dressed to make a 10am appointment at the Bioskin Beauty Salon at Raffles Place in the CBD where she meets an American raised but Filipina-born woman who will have an educational impact on the shy Asian, the erotically inclined Indian landlord is licking his chops. 

He makes good use of opportunity to titillate further the two supposedly 18 year-old disgraced senior schoolies he finds still out cold on his living room settee after excess alcohol and lots of hot action (hot chapter 7). What happened was of their making, he considers, for making him demonstrate that there can be a dark side to a dark skin man.

Yes they were certainly asking for it he's sure after he overheard them joking about Indian men being wimps in sex. What stung him the most was their cheeky jibes about him probably having a harmless penis. Well, so much for that.

Mandy with a 34c size breasts and Sherrie 34b cup size are big girls on top but more like little girls in the mind – easily led and curious, lacking maturity but full of cheekiness, especially around their generously formed backsides.

Just from their conversations he heard through the speaker on his side of the wall they ceased being virgins at the turn of their teen years and probably because of those early experiences they've become a sexually precocious pair of adult wannabes who lack commonsense. Sex in the city is one thing but sex in the science lab was something else between classes at school and their experiment literally blew up in their faces, putting them at odds with the school principal who got even by expelling them.

How lucky they were to find Mr Singh advertising a vacancy left by Selena taking up her au pair job with the French couple and how lucky they were to convince him they qualified for the students' concession even though they admitted they now had to try to find jobs. Indeed, how lucky again they were to find a landlord who so readily was sucked in by the size of their tits.

Their proof of age was to flash the size of their breasts. They rightly believed that any Indian landlord would gladly invite such glorious physical attractions into his abode as proof of their youthful maturity. He knows Indian women are among the most erotic and beautiful as any females in the world, but the innocence of younger Asian women rattle the Bombay-born man's balls.

What he likes especially is the proliferation of big thick nipples on so many Asian chicks and the pair of pairs in his living room is living proof that a living room is a good place to let him live it up. Like many other young Asian women's nipples, including Selena's he's seen lasciviously through his spy wall into her bedroom, Asian dollies really get to the point in making their tits mouth watering.

Losing Selena was hard to take but gaining Mandy and Sherrie was hard for him in another way. He suspects they put their age up a year or so to get the apartment as senior students but just seeing the size of their knockers as their only proof of age demonstrates that when opportunity knocks he should not sit back and look at gift horses in the mouth, he should lead them into his stable. Since the age of consent in Singapore is 16 anyway, if they fibbed to him about their age he's still on safe ground.

Now, the next morning, they're still lying there naked; two attractive Asian angels disguised as little devils. But so much flesh so soon is not what he's after; he wants to enjoy getting them out of their clothing as it's sexier for an older man than such a walk-up start like they're offering him this moment. He decides to just have a soft suck on their breasts and not get overly amorous of they'll wake too soon.

He then goes to his bedroom and returns with two sets of opaque silk g-string panties for body hugging appeal. He's very much into curves and he wants to be into their curves again, especially the ones that start at their pubic bones with the big swell that curves down between their legs. He's got the underwear set from a sex shop anticipating at the time that the day will come when he can get these two sassy lassies to parade in them for him.

After a brief struggle putting the outfits on the girls without waking them from their deep sleep he pops a powerful sex aphrodisiac pill down their throats that is timed to start working on them within half an hour. He stands back and admits to himself that sexy lingerie makes a beautiful body much sexier and for him, he's lucky to have two for the time of one and both girls in their prime youthful years makes it all the better. Their curvaceous figures are so firm, so full and so f-u-c-k-a-b-l-e, his erection returns readily but all too soon. He's ready to wake them from their 3am sleep wearing just a pair of white hipster briefs that don't hide the shape of his manhood.

While Mr Singh taps Mandy on the shoulder across town at the Raffles Place beauty parlour three other women are seated ahead of Selena and talking their heads off for the past half-hour about men - a popular subject in an all women's domain in Singapore. Two of them are in their mid twenties and will walk out the door with brash but trendy tints and dyes in their hair – anything to be different to black. 

Josette's booked Selena into the salon as a further way of spoiling her with a manicure, pedicure and a facial; this one quite different to the one she received from Jacques just the other day after their erotic photographic session

The other woman sitting nearest to Selena is an American educated Filipina woman aged somewhere closer to 40. She's elegantly attired and far more sophisticated than the two local Singaporeans who get up to leave. Sensing Selena's shy the older woman introduces herself.

She's immediately attracted by Selena's look of pure innocence and her buxom curvy shape in the traditional slim Singaporean mould. In fact, she feels she's never seen a face so sweet and innocent as the young woman now taking a seat close to her. It stirs an interest within her.

"Hello, I'm Meredith, what's your name," she inquiries looking at the slightly built but curvaceous figure settling next to her and showing her hands to the manicurist. "I notice you did not comment when those other two young women and I were magging ours heads off about men just a while ago," she says with a friendly tilt.

"Oh hello," the shy one laughs lightly. "It's just that I was brought up not to speak unless I'm spoken to first; it was the way I was educated at the orphanage."

"Good for you then, but now I've spoken to you first, you can tell me your opinion of men today; do you think they have lost their romantic ways because modern women are now more liberated?"

Selena hates being put on the spot in case it shows up her many shortcomings, her sheer lack of any world experience especially with the opposite sex. While being asked for an opinion seems simple and harmless, it's seen by her as a test of her knowledge. How can she explain why her knowledge of men is so limited when she's just a day off turning 20? After all, Singapore girls who go clubbing have no trouble meeting men it's just that she's not one of them for reasons she likes to keep to herself – the fear of being exposed to sexual advances. 

"Oh men, yes, well I think we have to live with them, we can't expect them to be perfect," she laughs nervously. Meredith is an experienced lover, a sexy woman in her own right and she senses that Selena is exceptionally shy in company and unusually guarded.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" 

"Oh no, heavens no," Selena answers hoping to change the subject away from anything she's never comfortable about. "I'm not ready for that yet."

"How old are you sweetie?" the older woman asks looking at how Selena seems uncomfortable talking about relationships, and wondering why. Selena tells her she turns 20 tomorrow so this is her last day as a teenager .Meredith decides in her own mind she must get to know this young woman better. She's got some time on her hands with her American husband in Thailand on business until Monday and she's keen for a casual encounter with the pretty Singaporean if for no other reason her youthful wholesome appearance.

Meredith takes a longer look at Selena's slinkiness, her young face and well developed breasts positioned inside a white cotton top over which she's wearing a cream coloured satin lightweight long sleeve jacket with collar. A silver pendant in the shape of a cross hangs around her neck with the cross sitting just above the top of her bustline. 

The Filipina woman is dressed smartly in casual business attire – black full length wool/polyester pants, black high heel shoes and a white satin blouse unbuttoned at the top to reveal a sexy cleavage. Her 38b cup black lace bra holds a more fulsome set of tits that would tantalise any male onlooker and rightly deserve to be stamped proudly with a 'Made in the Philippines' label. Despite her older appearance compared to Selena's youthful body Meredith's bust looks better than her actual years suggest and without the need of clinical help.

"You know, I think I've seen you somewhere before only a week ago perhaps," she chats. You were getting in the back seat of a sporty red Mercedes Benz with white upholstery. I'm sure it was you and I remember noticing that girl had a silver pendant around her neck just like the one you are wearing. I have a good memory for faces and something made me look twice. Were you ever at a restaurant in Chun Tin Road? You might have been that young lady that was just ahead of me leaving the restaurant."

Selena's face brightens, remembering the visit to the Vis-a-Vis French restaurant with Jacques and Josette. "Yes, yes I did go to a restaurant there called the Vis-a-Vis, my employer Jacques Pardie is a Frenchman and he goes there often."

"Well, there you go, I was right, it must have been you. Now you mentioned that I do recall a very smart looking woman and a very, very handsome older man getting behind the wheel of the car. Now you say he is your employer? How lucky!"

"Yes, he is a very nice man, he is French and his partner is also French; she used to be a model in Paris I think. She is very sexy; I just wish I had her confidence."

"And what do you do working for them, do they run a business?"

"Oh yes, I am very lucky to recently be selected as their au pair as he is a very busy man. He is a photographer and he travels many times. He wants to take me to Australia with him next week where he has an apartment called 69 I think it was called in the Q1 beachfront tower in Surfers Paradise."

"That's an unusual name for an apartment," Meredith suggests.

Selena laughs "I am sorry, I always get it wrong, it's on floor 69 and he wants me to be there to celebrate it with him as he hasn't strayed there yet even though he bought it fully furnished as an investment property. I thought how lucky could I be just working for him. I said I could be the six and he could be the nine and he laughed at me because he thinks I am very gullible especially when I keep telling him it's one of my strengths."

"Were you a good scholar at high school?" Meredith can already tell that indeed Selena is naive and probably very gullible, so naive to think it's an advantage to tell her boss she's gullible. She was never good at understanding the real meaning of many words.

"Oh I was not good at school I am sorry to say. I always finished at the bottom end of my class. I was so lucky to get my au pair job," she explains. 

"Well you do have a good boss then don't you; I used to work as a secretary to a company director in California and I was younger then of course, in my late twenties, single and little bit trimmer too than I am now. He was a man about 50 with a shock of white wavy hair and quite dashing. He took me on several business trips with him. It was quite exciting as I enjoyed the jet travel and staying in fancy hotels."

The manicurist working on Meredith's fingernails blinks and can't resist a secretive smile.

Selena, being so subservient, naive and inexperienced did not even ponder for one moment that Meredith could have enjoyed some frisky fun when with her boss so she falls back to what little she knows of Mr Pardie's luxury apartment in the Q1, the tallest all-residential building in the world when completed in 2005.

"Yes, I am quite excited about travelling to Australia. I even had a dream about him taking me there and we were dancing on his big motor yacht and we were just about to kiss when I woke up and I discovered I was still in Barker Road."

"Oh you live over there; it is a nice area. I don't live too far from there. My husband and I own one of the freehold apartments at the Balmoral Heights development. Do you have a car?" 

"No, I don't drive and don't have a car. Josette dropped me off and I was going home on public transport after looking around the shops."

"Well then I will take you back to your home when we finish here but we must go to my apartment and allow me to show you my aquarium and the lovely tropical goldfish and share a nice drink together. We can just swing off the Bukit Timah Road and duck into KFC at the Far East Plaza in Scotts Road and take back some hot roast chicken for a something to eat. I've got lots of things I can add to it in my kitchen."

Selena looks happy. "That sounds like it would be good," she smiles sweetly.

"Good, so we will do it and enjoy ourselves while the menfolk are away," her new friend informs. 

"Your man is away? He is not to be there?"

"No darling, he's in Bangkok until Monday we'll have the place to ourselves. We've just got our Jacuzzi fixed; there was a problem with the motor. You will enjoy it I'm certain."

Meredith notices her uniformed manicurist look across at Selena with a wispy smile at the same time feeling the subtle soft squeeze of her hand by the beautician.

"Yes I have a Jacuzzi at my place in Barker Road, they are lots of fun but I end up putting too much bubble bath in and I get lost in the suds," she laughs, not realising Meredith plans to get her to share a bubble bath with her. "It would be nice to see your aquarium too; Mr Pardie has a built in pond in our backyard, it's quite tropical the way it's designed and it has fish in it but one day when he was out I accidentally fell into the pond and got quite drenched and then I discovered I had locked myself out of the house. It was so embarrassing for me the kind of clothes I was wearing made me look quite rude and revealing."

"Did your boss find you like that?"

"Oh no, thank goodness, his driver came by early to pick up his wages and he helped me to climb into a window by me getting up on his shoulders. I must have looked so silly." (Chapter 5)

"Or possibly so sexy," Meredith adds.

They stop chatting for a while as the ever courteous staff finish their fingernails, toes and round off their pampering with an invigorating facial. They walk out of the salon feeling refreshed and soon after they are in Meredith's car on their way to what becomes a new and unexpected erotic adventure for Selena. 

While they motor to their destination Mr Singh is servicing his two tenants nicely too, giving the now wide awake pair a glass each of his special goat's milk concoction. It's a real concoction too, since his cock's added to the flavour with some of his of his own white gooey milk for added non-fat protein and minerals that's good for any girl. It's his way of making them swallow him cum whether they like to or not.

"I am so humbly glad to see you both did enjoy yourselves so much last night. I must compliment you on how lovely you look today," he says in his typical Indian calm and casual tone, yet eying their natural assets lecherously.

"Where's our clothes? Sherrie shrills. "How am I wearing someone else's underwear?

"Oh do not worry your pretty little heads about that. I let you put them on; don't you remember? Just before I went to bed I showed you those very cute items I bought from a special lingerie shop as a little surprise for you girls."

He knows that they wouldn't remember even if he did show them the underwear so they were very tired and ready to go to sleep on the spot.

"Well I don't mind," chirps Mandy. "I like this one, it fits well. Hey! How long were you looking at us lying here on the lounge in just this underwear?" He ignores the question and instead, cajoles the two delicious teens to thinking they are lucky to have such a good keeper as he is for looking after them by giving them rent-free accommodation for the first month.

It's really his way of keeping them close by so he can exercise some of his Tantra sex logic into them. This way they will unconsciously want to come to him time and time again for more of the pleasure building relaxation and sexual energy techniques he can deliver through the ancient form of Tantra massage.

He packs them off to the bathroom to tidy up so they're fresh again for him and he rewards them with a light breakfast of cereal and toast with marmalade. In that half hour of extra time he knows the aphrodisiacs in them will be coming to the fore and their pussies will be begging for his magic wand again.

He's right again. Soon after she finishes her breakfast Mandy puts her arm around his bare waist and coos in a mock innocent tone, "gee Mr Singh I didn't know Indian men could be as erotic as you were last night, you made us do things we wouldn't have dreamed about." 

Not much, he thinks, but let's that one go. He smiles and replies humbly as most Indians do especially when confronted with something delicious they want to get their hands on. "Ah yes, but a teacher can be only as good as his student wants to learn."

"You like us being school students don't you," Sherrie pouts. "You think it's big time being able to educate us, being so much younger than you."

"But of course," he says softly. "It is a man's task to do this. Do you find yourselves feeling good about me right now?"

The younger one Sherrie whom he doubts is lucky to be even seventeen but above the age of consent in this nation, sidles up to him pouting her mouth sexily. "Do yooooo feel good about me Mr Singh," she drawls in a half whisper, nudging her well developed breasts against his bare chest in her newly acquired sexy underwear ensemble.

"Oh yes of course. It is my duty as a man to admire a beautiful young woman and you must be the youngest one I've had to admire for many a year," he replies as he dresses his arm around her small waist.

"Well I'd better not tell you when I was born," she teases, "being an old man you might get too excited and have a heart attack. Besides me being younger than Mandy means if you're a dirty old man you can give me the candy instead of her."

He scoffs at the mere suggestion that he's an old man let alone a dirty old one even though she's said intending to provoke him into showing his masculine instincts.




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 09



"Come into the living room you two and listen to me. Did you enjoy last night?"

Yes they both nod affirming what he already knows. "Well if you liked so much my idea of sex and the Tantra belief in giving a woman many orgasms I am going to show you some more techniques of how..."

"Ooh this sounds exciting," Mandy gestures as she interrupts. "Will it involve your big fat cock again?"

"Eventually you must be knowing but my hands will do my bidding and I will bring you to good orgasms in a way....."

"I know!" Sherrie interrupts in her loud and sometimes childish voice, "you'll be fingering our pussies again."

Both girls giggle but he orders them to listen. "You pair are missing out. You need to feel the difference; neither of you have the patience but I will change that."

He spreads a white sheet on the floor and orders them to lie down and undress each other. "First, you will entertain me by kissing and fondling each other. I like to see how you play with each other when I'm not looking," he says, almost giving away the fact that he spies on them through the adjoining wall and has often seen them in sexual playtimes.

"All right, but first you must tell us some things," Mandy insists. "I want – we want to know how you could go for all such long time, maybe hours, with us last night and your cock could stay hard and did not cum but we had many orgasms. How you do that? You easy twice our age"

Mr Singh is such an 'Indian Giver' he doesn't mind explaining because what he gives them he takes back at the same time. "Asian girls are so cute," he starts and you Singaporeans are maybe the cutest with your brand of Singlish talk. So you really want to know why my cock, my Wand of Light, could make me feel as though it is five times longer when I make love with your beautiful bodies, the temples of your soul."

"Is it Viagra," Mandy asks. He feels insulted by the insinuation.

"That is as bad as me asking are your breasts that big because of plastic surgery," he retorts. "Young lady, I do not need drugs or enhancers to make my penis perform as long and hard as a woman can stand it – until she feels thoroughly sexually satisfied and totally nourished mentally, spiritually and physically; then and only then will I ejaculate on to her face where she wants it after such good times."

The two school girls look at him with amazed expressions. "You say you can decide when to cum?" Sherrie scratches her head. "What when you get very excited in pussy and can't stop? I am so young and sexy for man older as you that I make you cum too quickly for liking and then I miss out on more pleasure of cock. 

"I know this happens to many. It was in Cleo Singapore magazine that much women are frustrated in intercourse because man cum too soon and they feel cheated."

Mr Singh is now even more satisfied. "Ah yes my young student, you now bring me to what I am already telling you. Indian men, not all of them of course, understand all that and the teachings of Tantra sex allows most Indian women to be fulfilled in the way they wish. I can demonstrate anytime you wish to knock on my door that I can give you multiple orgasms and I can stay inside you more much more than an hour if need be while you go through your thrills one after the other. Yes, I will have my orgasms but they will not make me cum inside you."

"I can't see how," Sherrie counters.

"I will show you more fully in tantric sex that instead of just your hot little pussies, your sexy bums and your nipples being the centre of your satisfaction your entire body can be a living, breathing erogenous zone for sexual gratification."

"Oooh that sounds exciting, does that mean I can rub my tummy and get an orgasm or maybe just my shoulders," Mandy asks with great sudden interest.

"No, you are taking me too literally," he says to the not so literate teenager. "It only works that way when your lover knows how to take command of your body as the temple of your soul. It is by his actions, not yours that in tantric sex you reach the total fulfilment of joy beyond ecstasy. It is a great and wonderful skill that must be acquired patiently but for the receivers of such astute lovemaking it can mean the woman receiving the equivalent joy of orgasms elsewhere in her body and even make her so intensely excited she can ejaculate beyond her orgasmic contractions."

"That sound too good to be true," Sherrie says limply. "I wish it were so."

"You will soon find out it can be so," the Indian replies without the need of rhetoric. Sherrie you are the younger one and think I am an old man by my age when man in his forties only old as the young woman he feels. 

"I will show you soon and Mandy can watch to witness and count your orgasms while I hold myself back until you finally beg me to cum in your face. 

"What you must know is that I learned a long time ago the techniques of relaxation, mind control and the transfer of sexual energy from my loins to all parts of my body and not just how to hold back cum but to set on fire the sexual goddess in every woman who wants to be truly liberated in her responses to pleasure. I will make Sherrie very turned on where normal but will assure that feeling can transfer from clitoral area up the nervous system in the spine to reach all parts of her body. It will seem like magic."

"It sounds too technical for me," says Mandy, "but if you say so I'll believe you and I'll sit back and count Sherrie's orgasms if you are going to fuck her. And if you're that good, how about me?"

"Do you not believe she deserved to be fucked good and proper?" he asks.

"Yes," Sherrie cuts in, "I deserve a good one so I'll let you do it and I dare you to keep going more than an hour."

"It will be my pleasure," says Mr Singh, "now you two will entertain me for maybe half an hour in some sex play while I sit back and watch you." 

Both girls are feeling very randy from the aphrodisiac he gave them and just as Selena arrives at Filipino Meredith's apartment in Balmoral Crescent with their KFC chicken boxes, Sherrie and Mandy lie back on the sheet and start touching each other. Mr Singh sighs at the sight of two tight teenage bodies in such sexy underwear rolling at his feet on the floor. It will be a good half an hour's fun and he can't wait to add to the pleasure by taking the younger of the two to his bedroom for a marathon sex session with her. 

Over at Balmoral Crescent Meredith parks her Toyota Corolla and she opens the door of her apartment for Selena to enter, each of them carrying their box of take-away hot chicken pieces. It doesn't take them long to tuck into the tasty food, both of them jesting about possibly putting some extra carbohydrates into their body to give them energy.

"I love roast chicken, it's so tasty," Selena chirps in the more casual frame of mind since her enlightening experience doing the seductive photo session for Jacques supposedly testing out a new camera. She's still not aware it was merely his ploy to get her to pose erotically following his instructions and giving her exotic underwear to pose in. The whole exercise which ended very erotically was to bring Selena closer to the edge of surrendering her virginity by making her accept that sex can be.....sexy (chapter 8).

Meredith proudly shows the young Singaporean her big aquarium containing no less than 25 different varieties of goldfish. She watches Selena's eyes sparkle and light up as she gazes almost mesmerised by the darting actions of the tiny fish.

"See that lovely one there, it's chasing that one," she says excitedly. "It must be a boy fish chasing a girl fish." Selena's taking it all in, glancing back over her shoulder at Meredith who's taking her in.

"Do you know that watching goldfish in an aquarium is one of the most relaxing things a person can do – almost like meditating," the Filipina says knowingly. "I am not surprised, they are so beautiful and graceful little fish," her young charge replies. 

"You keep looking while I make us a cocktail." Meredith wants to keep Selena in a convivial mood and there's no better way than to serve up one of the world's most refreshing refreshers – a Singapore Sling.

Unlike the cocks tail drink based on goat's milk that her former landlord Mr Singh often gave her with his white seed mixed in, the adult drink Meredith is mixing is from the original recipe concocted at Raffles Hotel about 1905 by Chinese bartender Ngiam Tong Boon. Meredith goes behind the built in bar and after what seems a lot of preparation, returns and hands her younger company a cocktail that looks spectacular.

"Here Selena, this is the perfect refreshing cocktail for a sexy young woman on a sultry Singapore day," she says. "It's the nation's most famous drink, the Singapore Sling."

"Oh that looks really nice, what's in it?"

"Just about everything it seems, but I'll tell you now I know it off by heart, it's one and a half ounces gin, half-ounce cheery brandy, quarter Cointreau, quarter Benedictine, one-third grenadine, one-half lime juice, four of pineapple juice and a dash of bitters. Then I just shake it with ice and pour it into this sexy looking glass and top up with a cherry – thinking of you just now – and a slice of pineapple and there it is!"

"It seems a lot of trouble you did go to; I did not expect so much trouble for you just for me," the subservient one says in her typical apologetic manner.

"That's okay pet, it's your day off so you should let your hair down a bit," the older woman replies as they clink glasses and smile at each other. Selena' smile though is a partly nervous one, not being used to such strong cocktails. It's only after her third glass that Meredith becomes totally tantalised by the Singapore girl's naive mannerism and gentle though thoroughly innocent looks.

I'd like you to tell me about that wonderful looking man I saw you with outside the Viv-a-Vis restaurant; you said he was French and you work for him."

"Yes, Jacques is his name and he is my boss. He is very good to me."

"I'm not surprised," Meredith mumbles to herself, deciding next to show her the big Jacuzzi, her favourite showpiece of the apartment being big enough to easily accommodate four adults.

"Come and see the big Jacuzzi we have here, it's nearly big enough to have a private party in," she laughs and they go looking.

"I just love jacuzzi's so much, I could spend so much time in them; Jacques and Josette have two in their place and one is for the au pair – me, but it's much smaller than yours. Aren't they so much fun," Selena laughs, not realising she's literally put her foot in it.

"Well now that I know you love them so much it just so happens I've got this exciting new bubble bath that's like super bubbles; let's jump into the Jacuzzi and try it out. My husband won't be coming home until Monday so you needn't be afraid of being caught unawares."

Selena doesn't know what to do. She loves bubble baths and it's a great day for relaxing back and being spoiled but she's in another woman's apartment and her natural defences are up. "Do you should I should?" she asks meekly.

"Why not! Look, I'll go run the water now and gets the super suds set so it looks like a Hollywood film set. It can be really good fun with just our heads showing. I'll wash your back first with the scrubber, so you can't say no to that; it's just two girls cooling down on a hot day."

Meredith gets out of the room as quick as she can before Selena can say no and in just 10 minutes the Jacuzzi is ready. "Come on dear we'll get in together – in the altogether of course and you can tell me all about that sexy man you work for. He looked so...so..manly."

The young Asian is cornered and feels unsure about stripping off.

"I don't know Meredith; I'm not sure I can do this, but you can go ahead and I'll sit here and talk to you instead." 

"Oh you needn't be shy," the older woman says in a placating tone. "Look, I'll undress first and show you I have nothing to hide, I'm not a shemale or anything." Selena doesn't know what a shemale is anyway so the word went over the virgin's head. 

Meredith gets down to her bra and panties in her 38c-23-36 curvaceous figure. She's more buxom with a bigger bra cup size than Selena and growing up in a Western culture since a child she's not surprisingly a bit fuller in the figure. Firm fuller but not flabby fatty. 

"Come on dearie, don't be shy, I won't bite you," she coaxes.

"Oh it's not that," says Selena. "I would not think you'd bite me but I just think I shouldn't see you undressed. It's your privacy, not mine I'm thinking of," she replies defensively and in doing so, counters her own argument.

"If that's all you are worried about don't be a silly girl and think I would be offended if you saw me undressed. Besides, we are getting into the Jacuzzi and we'll be instantly covered up under the bubbles."

"I....I suppose..but..."

"No buts now Selena, we are grown up ladies. Here, I'll pull the zip down for you." She puts Selena in a position to continue or act like a child and that's one thing Selena hates. She desperately wants to be seen and accepted as an adult after too many years of orphanage life where she was treated as a child taking orders all the time.

Meredith steps out of her panties, revealing a nicely shaped but cheeky rounded bum. Her breasts are quite firm being so buxom with wide areolas and stumpy fat nipples. Her breasts stand up well and project forwards in a well rounded shape with scrumptious tips that angle out slightly away from each other. Her pussy is neatly shaved so that only a small patch of cropped and trimmed black curly buff the size of a matchbox is evident on her well raised pubic bone. Her clitoris is well developed and sits prominently atop her party exposed innerlabia that's been suckled on countless times.

"You have a lovely figure," Selena comments, not really knowing what to say when a woman strips off in front of her, a woman she's never met until that very morning in a beauty salon at Raffles Place in the civic district. Selena suddenly can't believe where she is right now and decides to get into the soapy suds water as quick as she can to cover up. She feels she must not insult this woman's intelligence by refusing to join her; it would be like someone walking fully clothed on a nudist beach, taking in the view but giving nothing away. 

There's a haunting mystique about Selena that catches Meredith's imagination and she can't quite put a finger on it. Perhaps she should. In a world, indeed a time and place in Asia where virgins are not what they used to be, the older woman wonders if Selena is chaste. Has she in fact been chased and caught in surrender by an older man perhaps after saying she has no boyfriend. She seems shy and inexperienced for someone just one day short of 20. 

Meredith has a particular penchant for erotic situations being an avid reader of erotic stories and finds herself on the cusp of an erotic opportunity of her own that began the moment she first set eyes on Selena getting in the back seat of the Mercedes and by chance, again today at the beauty parlour. Was it a meeting meant to happen? What attracted Selena to her imagination? Was it her innocent face? Was it sexual chemistry? Was it idle curiosity? Was it lust for an opportune dabble in dalliance while her man is away? Was it an experimental thing she can't explain?

She knows she deliberately steered this young woman from the parlour to her place for a reason. Was it just physical, the desire to use her considerable experience to seduce this young woman because she's been bored lately? Was it one of the erotic stories she read by that author BeamMeUp in Australia, who made her wet once too often that stirred something deep within her to venture out for this casual encounter almost as if Selena owes it to her.

Whatever it was it's working. Meredith is not lesbian and doesn't regard herself as even bi-sexual. Despite her sexy life she's never had an affair with a woman but touching 40 years of age she's coming into those hot passionate years when a woman can take more than she's getting. Yes, maybe the sex is slightly slower or not as often but it's better because in the realm of her own senses she's become an archetype of the erotic woman. She's gone from wanting simple hard thrusting intercourse for orgasms to wanting her whole body act like a walking talking erogenous zone where orgasmic delights are not confined to her pelvic region.

So why is she with Selena and not a man, a stranger perhaps? Simple. It's because Selena, just being the kind of innocent somewhat stumbling naive but deliciously sexy young woman she is, has lit a spark that every woman holds deep in her bosom. It's the desire to explore the closeness of another female, the natural part of every woman that only takes a certain person to walk into their life to ignite a line so fine in the balance from straight orientation to bi-sexual and then back again. 

Meredith can't help feel an unnerving anticipation for what lies ahead as her pulse quickens while she sits soaking in the suds up to her neck watching the lithe body of this pure teenager on her last day as a teen taking off her panties. She straightens up momentarily to brush back her hair and her breasts jiggle provocatively and for the first time Meredith can see full on her almost shiny satin finish bare pussy. Her body is immaculately balanced with her 36b cup breasts and solid pointy nipples on sex organs that stand out straight from her chest without dipping in the slightest. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, her pussy hairless and midsize with well developed outer labia and a clitoris that seems to be begging for love.

Selena carefully climbs into the bubble bath and immediately feels the power of the jet vents thrusting streams of luke warm water against her soft skin. "Ooh this is so nice," she purrs now there are two pussies in the Jacuzzi. Meredith's wet inside out from the shimmers of excitement she feels knowing she's just enticed a deliciously sexy innocent young woman to undress and hop in the spa bath with her, and her husband's away. It couldn't get any better. Or could it? The next thing is to somehow get Selena in a position so their bodies can touch.

They both laugh and joke about silly little things and the older women thinks it's best to get au pair Selena talking about her boss to divert attention from what's going to happen under the surface. So what's Meredith doing? She's reaching for the big soapy filled sponge to scrub Selena's back. 

"You must tell me about this wonderful man, this Frenchman Jacques you work for," she says leaning over towards Selena as they face each other, just their heads and shoulders above the bubbles. "Oh he is such a nice man, I could talk all day about him," the young Asian replies.

"Frenchmen are very sexy, they are very sexy lovers and the best lovers for women," Meredith states without certainty in her voice but enough to make Selena think.

"I don't know," she answers, "but just these past days he did get me to wear some very tiny underwear items and pose for him trying out his new camera in his studio."

"Selena are you sure he was trying out the new camera or trying you out, his new au pair? French men are good seducers of women so perhaps he was finding out how far he could get you to expose yourself. You know, a man feels that if a woman will allow him to see her bare essentials the woman will allow him to make a move on her."

"Well it did get very sexy in the end, he had me touching myself so he could get pictures of my face while I was so turned on; he said a woman's face tells him so much."

"Yes I believe him," Meredith says holding up the oversize soapy sponge, gesticulating to Selena to turn around. "Turn around and put your back to me sweetie and come to the middle so I can scrub your back for you."




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 09



Selena, safe under the water and covered in bubble bath foam allows herself to back up to Meredith who holds her by the shoulders and edges her backwards until her bum is sitting between Meredith's parted thighs, her longer legs down each side of the girl.

"You must like this," she quips as she rubs the younger woman's bare skin from under the surface. But it's the sponge touching Selena, not Meredith. However she imagines what it would look like if suddenly the water and the bubble foam were gone. This immaculate nubile Singapore girl naked, shiny wet, naive and close, would be within easy reach of her experienced hands, her bum and thighs squeezed between Meredith's and so easy to fondle.

"Your back is done but I must smooth it with my hands," she half whispers in Selena's ear. "Tell me about this Jacques, does he excite you?" 

'I must be true and say yes and I do think he would put me in his bed if I let him but I am still a virgin and I cannot just let him do that."

Meredith senses the conversation about Jacques could put the 19.999 year-old teenager in a more convivial mood for light massage so she runs the flat palm of her hands over the young woman's back. 

The sudden sensation of someone else's touch, even under the water, sends a shimmer through Selena's sensory system, her central nervous system's receptors picking up the feeling and interpreting it as pleasurable and sending the message to her brain that this is good. It encourages the youngster to relax just a bit more as her mind is on Jacques and how Meredith picked up on him being a man of great interest just from her fleeting glance of him. 

Selena considers her judgment is natural after all in feeling drawn to the man who's old enough to be the father she never knew. Her inner feelings are somewhat justified by Meredith's assumptions about him. A young woman's curiosity in wondering what it would be like having such a man take her in total surrender is vindicated by this older woman.

"He is 50 and I am just 20 tomorrow, he must think I am a child," Selena complains. "I wish he would not think of me as being so young as he does affect me so." 

This is where Meredith makes her move, hearing the girl's romantically inclined warm thoughts of this sexy man. Meredith rightly reckons that in those thoughts Selena's holds a sexual fantasy. 

Wet and warm underwater Selena feels Meredith's hands move around her side from her back and ever so gently slide slowly from the sides of her breasts and across the front until the massaging fingertips meet from either side. She slowly slides them back, noticing the Singapore girl's back jerk up slightly, so she repeats the subtle sensations. She must keep Selena thinking of her boss.

"This man Jacques, has he ever tried to kiss you?"

"Oh dear, yes he has ...oh.. and I rejected him. I ...oh...I spilt water all over my uniform and ....oh... he came to help me when I slipped on the floor. Oh dear....When he picked me up he held me close and put ..oh...put his lips to mine, making me kiss him. I struggled and pulled away begging him no."

Her caresses in the form of subtle massage are affecting Selena she's so sensitive to touch by another woman after all those years being brought to orgasms by the two lesbians while on weekend leave from the orphanage since she was nine.

"Did you not like the warm sensitivity of his kiss? Why were you afraid?" Meredith is making conversation to keep Selena's mind somewhere else until she can sense her delicate touches won't be rejected by the last day teenager. Selena finds it hard to concentrate on the question, not sure what to do about her body being fondled, aware she's in no harm and it feels good. It's not like before when she was a child captive to two lustful domineering adults who exploited her innocence behind a locked door in a private house away from the orphanage so she makes no effort to use her arms to block Meredith. 

The older woman's fingers now are moving over her nipples with very slow tantalising strokes. Meredith's mind conjures the image of Selena's bare breasts how she looked as she stood up after taking her panties off. It was her first sensuous sight of something quite erotic the way such a young, firm and slender Singapore girl proffered such well shaped tits with tips that come to almost sharp points.

The Singapore girl pauses, hearing the question about Jacques attempt to kiss her, before answering in a slightly broken voice as the sensation of having a stranger feel her breasts sends her pulse racing.

"The...his..Josette, his lady she..she was in the house somewhere; I was afraid she'd see him holding me tight against his body and our mouths so close she might want him to send me away and I do need the job."

"What do you like about him most Selena, you do seem to be fond of him," she asks, her hands now more determinedly cupped around the teenagers breasts and squeezing gently, then cupping her hands under them to jiggle them about. 

"Oh he's...oh..oh..he's so masculine and his body does excite me; he is strong and I wish ...oh..he was my father as I never knew my father."

"What about his manhood? Is it big? I like them big do you? Have you seen it? Meredith is just as interested in Jacques wishing she could meet him herself and she puts a mouthful of questions to Selena in a rush but critically timed to divert attention again from her own actions. She gently but cleverly pulls back to disengage the way Selena's facing away from her so she can reposition herself alongside the spunky young thing in the big pool of water.

"Oh yes, I do know he made me massage him one morning while he lay in bed. Josette knew I was doing it; I think she wanted him to see me doing it. I had to hold his penis and massage it like the rest of his body; his legs are so powerful looking they turned me on."

"So you've did touch his body; it must have made him feel good," Meredith says in a low somewhat sexy voice as her own hands are moving down Selena's side – both sides – as she leans over Selena without trying to disguise what she's doing. She wants to glide across as much of the teen's bare skin with light pressure movements as she can while Selena's answering questions about this sexy French man. It's to combine pleasurable thoughts of him with pleasurable thoughts about what's happening to her at the same time. 

"The bubble bath water makes my hands softer to gently massage your skin," she tells Selena. "It is good for your skin that I do this now while you can relax more. It is good to be pampered so you must enjoy my pampering."

"Every woman likes to be pampered," Selena sighs and uses that as reason for not objecting to the calculated caresses she feels underwater from her new friend.

"It's strange," says Meredith, I feel as though I've known you for months, not just today. For some uncanny reason I'm sure I had a picture of you in my mind. I had this vision of a face just like yours, perhaps identical as if it was you, and I used to think I wonder where that girl is now and what she's doing. It was so real, that same innocent face and it's almost as though some masterful person has brought us into contact. We were meant to meet, I don't know why. I never imagined in my wildest imaginings I'd be sharing a bath with you, massaging you gently like I am."

"Oh but it's so nice what you're doing, I am enjoying this bath, it is much fun when someone is pampering you."

"Yes of course," she replies, moving her hands from Selena's abdomen and the sides of her thighs to the insides of them towards her crotch. 

"I will run some of the water out so you can lay your head back but not be as covered," Meredith announces with a plan in mind. "It is very important when you're being pampered that you feel totally relaxed and you should try some relaxing breathing for added benefit, yes close your eyes like that and pretend you are floating on a cloud."

Selena laughs, "It must be a rain cloud I am feeling very wet." Meredith feels tickled pink too, telling the younger Asian that she's wet too but she's thinking of inside, not outside her body.

The Jacuzzi's big enough for Selena to lay down completely legs stretched fully. A waterproof head pillow is propped under her neck by a well organised lady who's reduced the water level perfectly so that with the gushing power jets turned off the calm bubbly froth sits level with the top of Selena's thighs so that visually, she's lying in the water but the water doesn't cover her breasts but comes up between her legs and covering her pussy partially but leaving it exposed just above the tip of her clitoris.

She gets her hand under Selena's right leg and suggests she lift it up and lies across hers so as she leans over from on her side Meredith has full access to any part of her beautiful body.

"That's better, are you more comfortable now you sweetie," she says but Selena doesn't even open her eyes, she's soaking up the aura of being pampered and wondering if one day he – he – could do this with it. Meredith can almost read her mind. 

"You're thinking of him aren't you? Her hands reaches down beneath the submerged lower part of the young Asian legs and slides upwards with an open palm until it reaches the top of her thigh, then she gracefully slithers her hand back in the opposite direction, repeating this but each time she draws upwards and moves her hand slightly more inside the upper thigh. 

"You'd like him to be doing this to you, I think, am I right?"

"Yes Meredith, I cannot fail to tell the truth; it is true I would if it could be. He is such a man you have no idea just being around him makes my heart flutter but he does not know about me."

"Well Selena maybe he does but you just think he doesn't. A man like him will know more about you than you realise. Just keep your eyes closed and think of him, think he's here now and it's his hand on your sexy naked body. He would like to see you like this I'm sure."

Meredith allows her right hand to slowly press the flesh on the inside of Selena's thigh just under the waterline, edging inch by inch towards her partly exposed genitals so shiny around the prominent pubic bone from the sheen of the water. As her right hand seems to crawl right up to the girl's vagina Meredith's left hand moves across, over and around her outstanding breasts, the nipples seemingly huge for her body size, a testament to the many sucking sessions on them in her early teen's orphanage days by the two lesbians.

She hears a soft mmmmm coming from Selena's lips as she traces her fingers around the nipples and holds them between her index finger and thumb, pulling them gently away from the breast. She's timed her touch of the youthful pussy at exactly the same moment she tweaks the already erect nipples and Meredith's fingers go in long and deep so that she has three fingers inside her vagina up to her knuckles. She holds them there and moves them about with the back of her hand downwards so she can angle her fingers up into the more erogenous g-spot under her clitoris shaft.

The first moment she enters Selena the Singapore girl jerks suddenly and her thighs automatically open a bit wider as the receptors in her sensory system are telling her central nervous system in her spinal cord to tell her brain to make it easier for Meredith to enjoy this too. Meredith is wide-eyed, don't worry about that readers, she's not missing out one bit. 

"You can feel this man Jacques, your boss, with his fingers inside you Selena; is it nice?"

"Ohhh....ohhh...ohhh...yes...do it to me....I need it....ohhh," the 19.999 year- old teenager sighs loudly without opening her eyes. "Would you like him to suckle your nipples while his fingers are caressing inside you trying to act down there like it's his cock, would you like to feel what it would feel like if he sucked your breasts?

"Ooh yes Meredith, show me. I must know," she whimpers breathing more heavily. "I could not think this could happen." Neither could I Selena, Meredith thinks to herself. BeamMeUp Brian is giving her a treat she never expected.

The older woman's mouth is one of those blessed with well shaped full lips and made for sucking. She encloses those hot lips around Selena's erect nipple and the suction is strong and direct making the Singapore girl sigh loudly, openly and unafraid. Filipina fingers push deep as they can go and thankfully, Selena's pussy is not as long as some, it's midsize and her fingertips reach the spot. 

Her wrist is under the water with her hand upside down clawing her fingers back and forth in a "here pussy pussy" beckoning motion that's making Selena start to shift her butt about squirming as the woman on top increases her stroking just as she sucks harder on the breast, gripping her nipples at the base of the areolas and sucking upwards into her mouth so her tongue can flick her engorged nipple about crazily. 

"Will you go to him Selena if he can do this to you?" she urges the girl as sexual tension mounts inside her mind and in her lower pelvic region. "Ohh! Ohh! It's so nice, so good, I could have him now but he thinks I'm just a child I know he does, just a little girl not mature for the likes of him."

Meredith takes her lips away from Selena's breasts and looks into that innocent face with eyes closed, the same face she swears she saw somewhere months ago, a premonition perhaps as she was sitting in the back seat of a limousine. She leans over and her moist lips meet Selena's and Meredith can't stop now, she presses her lips firms and locks on to the tender lips of the younger woman finding encouraged response.

Selena is thinking of Jacques while she opens her lips to let the tongue enter. Meredith is extra wet now even though most of her body is above the waterline. Mmmmmm, they both murmur as tongues entwine and lips lift up and then lock on again as passion mounts between them. Kissing erotically mouth to mouth is a woman's greatest sexual skill surely and since Selena first felt the older woman's lips clamp on to her mouth her sexual excitement increased dramatically.

The younger woman was taught how to kiss passionately nearly 10 years ago by the two women who gave her weekend stays from the orphanage in one of their homes (hot chapter 5) and in different times, a different place and a genuinely respectable woman now engaging her sensuality, Selena is relaxed and amenable. The subservient side of her nature allows her to give in so quickly to the Filipina woman. 

She's working her fingers quickly now and her house guest is breathing heavily. Selena can feel something like little electric shocks or spiked tingles and her right hand goes to her clit which is just out of the water, swirling it around quickly in an anti-clockwise motion. Every time Meredith lifts her lips away so they can gulp in more air Selena moans loudly and joyfully.

She's burning in the loins. The combination of Meredith's sexy lips kissing hers, the tongue, her fingers stroking harder and harder and harder on her g-spot inside the vagina and Selena's own fingers bouncing her engorged clit makes the young woman suddenly lift her hips upwards in a shuddering spasm as she orgasms.

Meredith lifts her lips away to hear the girl panting, her youthful heart beating like a tribal war drum as she rides the torment of an excruciatingly pleasurable climax. Meredith lets her get her composure before she speaks softly.

"Jacques will have you one day won't he Selena, you will go to him I'm sure."

"Oh Meredith thank you for being so kind; yes I did wish it was him doing it. You were wonderful and so nice to think of me not yourself by making me imagine it was Jacques."

The two women kiss each other lightly again.

"Let's go and have a cup of coffee," Meredith suggests. "Do you take sugar?"

They get dried, towelling each other down laughing and joking about who was the floozy in the Jacuzzi. Meredith hands Selena a spare robe and they head to the klitchen.

"Will you stay the night?" she asks. "I'd like us to sleep together, I have this feeling that I could cuddle you over and over."

Selena giggles but agrees. "I shall ring Josette and inform them you will drop me home on Sunday morning sometime. It's still my day off anyway. Maybe you could meet Jacques so you know what he's really like."

"Yes I'd like to do that. I like a strong man who knows where he's going. I get turned on by that kind of man; I can imagine him having a slow hand sex approach that sends women crazy."

They move to the living room. Selena has never been happier sensing that she's getting close to going all the way with her employer, this fascinating and exciting French man who treats her so well. But how and where will it happen? Josette his lover is always close by.

Meredith tells her to just be herself and it will happen naturally in good time.

"If you rush things it often disappoints," she says. "From what you tell me this man is extremely patient with you but I suspect he is pushing harder now to claim you but you must choose the time and place. The moment must be yours in surrender and then you will remember it more for the rest of your life."

"What is it like to have a man's penis inside you?" the virgin asks with typical innocence. Does it hurt? Does it feel big? Do you feel it much? How long would it last?"

Meredith laughs. Selena you are so beautiful, so many questions all at once. I can see why this man wants to, ah, shall I say fuck you."

"Yes, he wants to fuck me, he said so once to his Josette. I overheard him. She asked do you want to fuck Selena and he said yes but she will come to me when she's ready."

"Are you ready?"

"I'm not sure. It's a big step. I wanted so much to stay a virgin until I find a man who will marry me and love me for the rest of my life."

"Let me tell you something Selena, all that is very noble but virgins are not so many today because women have found themselves sexually, much so free from the repressions of many years and just look at the sex toys they make for us to enjoy today."

"But what about telling me what it's like, please do."

"Well sweetie I've never been to bed with Jacques but I venture he's a good lover. Yes darling it will feel big in you even if it's not. The first time it's always going to feel extra big."

"I found out his is nine inches long. It looks very big"

"Selena, that is very big but us women can handle a bigger one than that even if we're turned on properly. Jacques will know how to turn you on I'm sure. Oh, another thing, you will feel it inside you as though it's nearly up to your tummy. It's an incredibly good feeling and when a man does it well you will not be able to keep your mouth from moaning I promise you."

"More than just now, back in the Jacuzzi?"

"Yes darling, much more. The thing that will turn you on the most is just knowing he's inside you. It's a psychological thing not just physical. Your mind will control your emotions. When it happens I hope he makes it a very long and deeply satisfying experience for you."

"It sounds better than I thought, Meredith, thank you for telling me. I thought it might hurt."

"That only happens if a man is too brutish and forces you to have sex before your vagina is properly lubricated. Most men are wise to that nowadays. Now come into this other room and let me show you these wonderful sex toys my husband got for me. We can have some fun tonight."

CHAPTER 10 coming up in 21 days: Meredith meets Jacques and she gives him her cell phone number and the randy Indian landlord Mr Singh gives the school dropout brat Sherrie an arduous lesson in Tantra sex. After this sexy session young Sherrie will have much more respect for her elders.



Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 10



In this seduction-based and steamy sex chapter sparks fly as female jealousy comes to the fore as the naive Singapore virgin Selena, 20, is lured closer to intercourse surrender by the erotic photographer, Frenchman Jacques Pardie. His 30 year-old live-in bi lover, Paris swimwear model Josette signals an ultimatum.

Can you imagine a real cat fight between competing pussies where one seems to be getting more attention from the master? Hair flies and the catty wailing is anything but low pitch.

He's worked hard on getting the cute young Asian with the hot body closer and closer to total submission but she's so far met him at every one of his seductive twists and turns to prevent him from penetrating her pristine pussy. It's the only thing left in life she's genuinely owns and won't give it away in the heat of passion. He's got other ideas about that, already booking Singapore Airlines to take his gullible au pair with him and Josette on a trip to Australia where sparks fly and the tension between two sexy women becomes explosive.

Also and early in this chapter the irrepressibly randy Indian landlord Mr Singh's eccentric passion for teaching young ones to respect their elders sees him turn teenage ignorance into opportunity. He's teaching his promiscuous young Asian tenant Sherrie never to doubt the endurance of a dark skinned man.

Jacques Pardie's using his recent 50th birthday as a reason to prove something to himself that despite more than quarter of a century of photography work specialising in erotica and mixing intimately with hot models in different parts of Europe, Asia and the Pacific, he needs to know he can still seduce a woman under 25. 

It's the sole purpose of advertising and eventually selecting Selena for a well paid live-in position as his au pair helper in an upmarket area of Singapore, carefully explaining that in French tradition an au pair is not an outsider to the family in a servant mode but indeed taken into the household as 'one of them.'

Her qualifications were perfect. Genuine virgin number one, natural beauty number two, a gullible, shy persona number three, not very bright at school so basically she's easily led number four, raised in the cloistered non-sexual environment of an orphanage number five and the sixth was her beautifully innocent face merged to a buxom firm breasts shapely body.

He wants Selena to help celebrate him taking ownership of a luxury apartment investment on floor 69 with a you-know-what idea in mind how to do that. Of course Selena doesn't understand the relevance of why an erotic photographer chose the number 69. She's already playfully and gullibly volunteered to be the six if he's the nine for them taking her with them. Being so subservient as she is, Selena's happy to go along with his floor 69 celebration; after all, being so naive she can't envisage any sexual connotation or confrontation in agreeing to be the number six (pronounced sex in New Zealand).

She hasn't forgotten her dream about him taking her there on a big motor yacht and waking as they embraced and about to kiss on the moonlit deck to the soft lapping noise of the waves touching the sides of the boat. The closest thing to that was Selena waking up to find her fingers in her wet vagina. Yes, a very powerful microphone might have picked up those lapping sounds caused by her fingers touching the sides of the wet soft pink sensitive walls of her labia.

We pick up from the previous chapter now as the erotically inclined Filipina woman Meredith - they met at the Raffles Place beauty salon Bioskin - takes Selena home from her overnight stay at the friendly woman's apartment while her husband was in Bangkok.

Selena uses her door key to invite Meredith in so she can meet Jacques, who seems to have captured the 40 year-old Filipina's imagination. Hearing of his background as a widely travelled artist in erotica Meredith correctly guesses that Jacques has a passion for sex outside the confines of one woman. Since her apartment in the Balmoral Heights development off the Bukit Timah Road arterial in only 10 minutes drive from where he lives in Barker Road she's discretely written her phone number and address for him to tuck away for a rainy day. 

It turns out to be a smart move for a Filipina woman who gets turned on by his baritone French accent not to mention how Selena's described his well hung firm masculine body. It's not for description in this series but let it be said that the partly true parts of Selena's adventures (including her fling with Meredith) involved Jacques visiting Meredith on three occasions, but not to look at her goldfish. 

Imagine mamma Mia what happens after they tucked into some take-away spicy Italian food and a hot Frenchman and a feisty Filipina woman find their way to her bedroom and he's got two hours extra time with her? It's Selena' doing of course only she doesn't know they've done it. That tit bit was just for the record; the real Meredith reading this will understand because she's the very person that told the author about the real Selena's background for this 60/40 fiction/fact seduction adventure of an innocent Singapore virgin.

Time flies and just as Jacques and Josette tell Selena they've made their Singapore Airline bookings to Australia leaving in three days' time, Mr Singh is set to give some interpersonal relationship lessons to the disgraced Asian students Mandy and Sherrie.

He can rent their apartment out for a nice sum but he's let the two expelled and obnoxiously naughty school students get it for free for a month after they showed him the only proof of age they could offer -- a look at the size of their well developed breasts -- to claim an extended students' concession. 

Inviting them in for dinner was a smart move after overhearing them say they've got no food in their apartment and they need to get work somehow to buy things. Taking up the slack from the previous chapter as Mr Singh comes across better with his big erection, he certainly straightened them out with the help of aphrodisiacs. We catch up as he carries Sherrie to his bedroom and puts her down on her back. 

He's just a half-hour ago ordered them to entertain him and they did, spreadeagled on his living room floor in nothing but skimpy semi see-through silk g-string panties. Ordering them to show him how they pleasure each other in their own bed was just the warm-up to him going to demonstrate to Sherrie the power of his perseverance. 

Both young women are physically as attractive as each other with sexy bodies but he picks Sherrie for this demonstration about endurance because she's probably a year younger than her friend and much cheekier. He figures it's a case of the young and the restless needing help to know how to relax.

She's taunted him saying a man of his age -- early 40s -- couldn't possibly hold back while trying to have sex for an entire hour or more with such a buxom young Asian as she is. 

Sherrie acts like those typical of her age group, full of cheek and sexual fantasy, thinking she's grown up in the mind just because she's very grown up in the body. 

After all, her sexy tight bum, 36b cup breasts, long legs and a hairless midsize pussy is a sight for sore eyes. Her pussy stands out fat and juicy looking with a thick clitoris shaft that sits above a conspicuous and captivating cameltoe crack pointing down to a pristinely presented anus. Yes, quite a mouthful to describe but a mouthful he'll take in his stride.

"What you do to me now old man?" the sexy Singapore girl asks in her strident Singlish vocabulary. "You like young school time girl to please?"

He's long been a wake up to her deliberate teases about his age aware that most young ones her age think anyone in their forties is old. And he's used to her jibes about so-called old men desiring schoolgirls, even so-called schoolgirls. He'll enjoy controlling her sexually to prove that experience can counter balance the allure of the nubile anytime day or night.

"I'm going to own your body and you'll do as I say, you naked little sexpot," he replies with a glint in his deep brown eyes. "Students with big tits need extra education."

"I allright," she says. "You show, make me learn more. Me feeling sexy more now but you can't last; Me too young, you too old."

He's feeling all right don't worry, knowing the strong aphrodisiac pill he popped down their throats before they woke up properly is starting to make her genitals jangle inside. It's working well on Sherrie's major sexually sensitive body zones, making her aroused even before he lays a finger on her. All the cheekiness in the world taunting him will mean nothing in a few minutes as she succumbs under his control.

Her former high school classmate Mandy sits back watching eagerly. This Mandy's very randy too, feeling exceptionally willing to be pleased. She's masturbating as she watches him part Sherrie's shapely legs and squeeze an eye-dropper full of liquid aphrodisiac lubricant on to her anus, massaging it in to the delight of the sphincter nerves of that sexually sensitive area. Later he will insert a rippled surface one and a half-inch diameter throbbing vibrator into her there, pushing it in six inches while he mounts her in a fast thrusting fuck up front so she feels the experience of double penetration.

Going to her anus so early was merely preparation for bigger things to come. He likes to look closely and longingly at her pristine pussy. A bachelor man needs to enjoy these moments of intimacy while he can get away with it. His long fingers reach for Sherrie's well developed clitoris. For someone her age and build it fascinates him after seeing the size of her clitoral glans following the after dinner dalliance with her and Mandy the previous night. 

Mr Singh's never satisfied unless he can get downright very personal with this cute little Asian hottie and he brings his mouth close to her pussy and strokes her clit head with his tongue. It's remarkably much the same shape as his own cock's corona only much, much smaller as it juts from the end of the clitoris shaft hood that's the same thickness and two-inch and a bit length of Sherrie's tiny finger. 

He studies it again as he caresses around it to strengthen further the herbal induced existing stimulation she's experiencing and making her lick her lips already. Yes, there it is - no sooner has he increased pressure around the clitoral hood and pulling back the end of the hood slightly her clit head and some of the clitoral shaft emerges and juts out an appreciable quarter of an inch. 

The young tiger purrs like a house trained kitten and he watches her tongue poke out between her moist lips as she emits a long sigh that signals contentment on the verge of escalating urgency. She tries to sit up, looking into his face with a frowning expression as heat builds in her loins. Her pushes her back down again.

"Me feel very nau...naughty....want man... bad," she utters from between partly clenched teeth as his mouth clamps over one of her erect nipples sucking it up away from the breast and holding it in a state of stretched suspension. While he sucks her breast his long arm reaches between her thighs and he manages to slide his longest finger into her sensitive anus now it's lubricated and tingling for touch from the herbal stimulant. He adjusts his position and with his long arm reach gets his second finger into her quivering hole and buries it inside to its full length, twisting and turning it for greater stimulation. 

She jerks spontaneously at the insertion invading such a private part of her young body and a distinct moan escapes from her sensuous mouth. Even though only 55% of women are believed to seek anal sex he knows he can't go wrong after Sherrie admitted the previous night she was double penetrated a year earlier by her 37 year-old married cousin and his older accomplice, 49, that put the end to her virginity. Young ones just can't handle their drink; they open their mouth more easily and their legs too, when they get enough of it. Take Sherrie for example; Mr Singh's taking her right now. He sees in her eyes renewed pleasure going to the backdoor entrance and he's lucky she enjoys it. 

His big hand and her medium length vagina opening allows him to lean his wrist back and with his thumb, rub in circular traces around her erect clit. Sherrie's never before felt triple treatment to her sexual region, sucking her nipples, caressing her clit and feeling a massaging thick finger up her bum. 

Paying her back for her impudence will be fun, he thinks. "Give cock please," she begs as her breathing gets heavier and faster. Now it's his turn to tease.

"You're too young for my cock," he preaches. "You should be back at school."

"Me..okay...eighteen..you see me," she pleads, "why you say that?"

"Because you're a cheeky little hot pants thinking you're grown up just because your tits are big and beautiful. You deserved to be slapped hard on the arse and then fucked."

"I deserve yes...you do please," she says as the urge to be taken intensifies.

He can tell her pussy's burning with desire inside those moist lips thanks to the aphrodisiac impacting on her nervous system with special instructions to ignite her erogenous zones, and then his expert manipulation of her clitoris and anus in the one movement while he sucks her nipples.

He wants her to beg for it and he'll drive her bonkers as unsatisfied desire mounts increasingly in her mind and sexual regions. "Please.....fuck... please...please," she moans.

"No my young one, you must earn my respect first and beg much more while I play with you," he answers with his irksome Indian grin. Some dark men like to show a white woman they can have a dark side to their mind as much as a dark skin. Sherrie's, white, wonderfully junior to his age, buxom and while not beautiful she's a good student for looking absolutely alluring. And she looks better in surrender, her eyes pleading with him to do it, put it in her. 

He takes his mouth from her tasty swollen nipples and uses both hands to work on giving her a banger clitoral orgasm. With one hand free he hops to the other side of her so he can get the leverage he needs to finger her faster in the small hole and get his hand in proper position to push three fingers inside her vagina, moving them like a drag net around the soft sensitive inner surfaces searching for her g-spot.

For a man of his age and description he doesn't take long to get his probing fingers to the urethral sponge under the northern end of her clitoris and once there, he manoeuvres his head so he can lick her engorged clit while massaging both her anal cavity and the most sensitive spot inside her vagina.

Sherrie's not looking at him; her eyes are shut, her teeth are clenched but her mouth's open slightly so she can moan louder and louder and between breaths, begging him to fuck her.

"I'm enjoying your hot little body. I'm not here to please you, you're here to please me," he lectures in conquering tone. She feels the probing sensation of his bulky finger in her bum up to his knuckle as he leverages himself about to keep the twisting movement going. She keeps squirming, her bum shifting marginally this way and that. It delights him to know how a so-called old man can get a female student to take this kind of lessons lying down. The sensitive sphincter nerves around her anus record every shift in direction and sends urgent messages to her brain that arrive much the same time as messages to her mind flood in from her clitoris announcing an all point bulletin to her central nervous system that what's she's feeling is really good and getting better and deserves a fireworks party. 

The backdoor's fast finger action and the way the muscles of her reserve tunnel muscles grip his finger make pleasure seem an inadequate description. Sherrie's taking it all in, his mouth, his thumb and his finger all working unison taking her to the edge of the cliff. "P..pp..please...ff..fuck...big...cc.ccc...cock," she stutters, more anxious than ever to calm the craving. 

"You deserve this Sherrie, go on and beg for it," he says grimly through clenched teeth, his voyeuristic eyes taking everything about her into his inner sanctum of dirty desires. "You're the kind of girl that gets a man into trouble. How do I know you didn't put your age up to trick me?" He knows these taunts will rattle her the way her taunts about his age rile him.

It's what he calls a satisfying moment. He's got this spunky young big tits ex-schoolgirl naked and literally in the palm of his hand, teasing, taunting and taking her to a big O and she's begging for his cock. Not one word about him being an old man now he notices. It seems she's one expelled student that's tidied up her act and really wants to learn from someone older than her.

Watching, never missing a movement, her ex-school mate Mandy seems mesmerised by the way he's worked Sherrie up so fervently and so quickly. Mandy's making her own noises feeling sexier than ever now wondering what to do with herself as the aphrodisiac stimulant bites hard and makes her pussy tingle, her nipples go hard and her whole body seems on fire so much she just wants to fuck -- anything. She's looking around for a vibrator but can't see one so she goes to the kitchen and comes back with one of the perfectly shaped oriental cucumbers like he used on them the previous night.

Mandy's super randy and feeling desperate to be satisfied. A strange sensation keeps mounting inside her loins and she feels an uncomfortable emptiness in her vagina; a feeling it needs to be filled with something -- and soon. It's a gradual craving she sighs over as the big long cucumber slides gradually between her parted wet inner lips. Her eager vagina muscles automatically clamp around it and making it feel as it's him inside her again. The need to be filled when she feels like this is almost unquenchable.

Sherrie's at the landlord's mercy now; for him it's better than a month's rent in advance. Where could he ever buy this much sex joy for nothing in Singapore? She's twisting about begging to be fucked but her senses are being over taken or taken over and she can't even get one sentence straight between her rapid breaths. His fingers are still inside both entrances and if his cock was a lot longer he'd put that in her mouth too so she'd have nothing to complain about.

"Fff..ff..fuck....m..m..mm meee" she stutters through gritted teeth, pushing her hips up hard against his friction and trying to gulp oxygen into her lungs, moan and talk all in the one breath as she moves from plateau phase to orgasm.

"Ohh..waaa...f...fuck.....ya...shit!" she wails as the orgasm sweeps through her, cascading like an avalanche. Her sweet face looks strained and the vice-like clamping of her pelvic muscles is so strong she leans her head to one side and, eyes shut tight, clamps her teeth around the soft skin of her upper arm holding on. You'd think she's having a baby not having an orgasm.

He stops and watches her face like a proud father admiring a newborn baby at a hospital maternity ward. Her face is momentarily contorted indicating to him she's really feeling the pelvic shockwaves, the sudden muscle spasms throughout her lower abdomen and in that moment it seems like everything was in slow motion.

He sees a face that appears in pain rather than pleasure, her upper breasts and neck flushed as blood spontaneously rushes into tiny capillaries under the skin; Sherrie's clenching her fists and her whole body suddenly stiffens as she emits a long energy draining moan. For a second he hopes she hasn't gone completely over the edge as her eyes roll back, head tilted with chin pointing to the ceiling. 

That's what he sees. What she sees is something completely different. It's just a swirling dizziness in her mind, she feels her body suddenly in a vice-like grip and the Indian man seems a vague blur in the background yet all she can hear is his voice as though he's talking through a hollow tin and saying in slow motion 'Now I've got you, my sexy brat"




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While she's in recovery phase of her orgasm he leaves her panting and dives out of the room to wash his hands with soapy warm water. He knows that no matter how clean you are virulent bacteria can remain up the passage and with anal sex two essentials are cleansing and proper lubrication as it's not a self-oiled machine like the vagina. Yet it's one way of getting fucked that many women find deliriously good and tighter for shocking sensation.

Sherrie's just getting over her massive orgasm as he kneels down and lines up the lubricated vibrator after putting a pillow under her backside for better access. "You fuck me now," she whimpers? "Give me more happiness."

"Yes I fuck you now. You want my cock bad?"

"Yes do. Put it in me."

"You're going to get it back and front door, you like that, eh, you little sexpot?"

"Like two men do to me last year?"

"Who were they, the lucky men?"

"Cousin and friend, much older; he like young ones special."

"What did they do to you," he asks just for the voyeuristic joy of hearing her say it again since the first confession the previous night (hot chapter 7). "Me undress sit on old man's lap and me feel him going up me then cousin come forward and put erection in pussy. They tell me keep saying fuck harder fuck harder; make me get orgasm and big man take photo me undressed."

"You were still at school, the dirty mongrels," he says in lyrical vein, "how dare they do that to you; have they no respect for the young? Did you enjoy it?"

"Yessum, was good not to miss. I get it now?

"Yes get back and stay still; I'm going to fuck you real good my hot little tenant. A landlord must make sure his tenants are satisfied," he says hungrily as he slowly pushes the vibrator into her moistened opening. Sherrie recoils a bit as it presses past the sphincter nerve centres area of her anus and registers the feeling of pain or pleasure. He hears her taking a deep breath as he pushes it in further. Plenty of lube makes it smoother sailing and soon she smiles sweetly at him. 

He slides it in the full six inches and twists the vibrator on so it's slowly turning around and alternating to strong vibrations at 30 second intervals. She sighs louder. "Oooooh soooo good," she whispers loudly.

His cock's been waiting too long and it's just as hard as the vibrator as he aims up and slides it between her inner lips where inside she's still wet and wild from the clitoral orgasm. No sooner does the head of his penis penetrate than Sherrie's big brown eyes widen with delight. "Ohooh biiiig cock, I like you," she breaths sexily, "go me."

He does but this time he's not holding anything back. He's intending to fuck the daylights out of her for being so young and dumb and daring. All those instances of her cheekiness and the glimpses of bare flesh she flashed since arriving as a struggling finished student desperate for accommodation with her friend Mandy and him being so gracious to give them a unit free; well now it's part of payback time all over again even though he got even last night in much the same manner.

One thing about Indian landlords they can be real Indian givers. What this one gives her he likes to take back so he can give it to her again. To witness the way his bare backside's thrusting between her thighs any horny Literotica lover can tell he means business. Monkey business yes, but for him it's getting down to business making sure his tenants are not left for something to wonder about when it comes to dark skin men. 

Mandy's moaning in the background but he hasn't got time to look; he's got his rhythm going full bore to match the thrills cheeky Sherrie's getting up her anus from the vibrating sex toy. Talk about shake rattle and roll! Where's Bill Haley and his Comets, the kiss curl rock band leader who kicked off the rock n' roll craze back in the late 1950s while Elvis Presley was gyrating from Mississippi down south of USA? (Readers born post 1980 can be forgiven for saying Bill who?)

The noises Sherrie makes when she's worked up excites him terribly and makes him want to do this more often. The student drop-out's been extremely studious attending to the landlord's needs. She's on her back panting for breath and looks unusually innocent. Even a little she devil can be an angel at times. 

He fondles her bulbous young breasts gently bouncing to his regular rhythm and if he was one of her former school teachers he'd definitely give her full marks for putting one and one together. She never was good at maths and her command of good English is just so so and although there's many better looking Singapore chicks than her around the night spots, in this night spot she's a fucking beauty.

Mr Singh's a man of great stamina through his tantric sex training and could probably go for three hours or more but he doesn't want to make her sore because he's got a lot more in store like this if he plays his cards right. 

Sherrie's felt at least two small orgasms rippling through her but he seeks the big one so she can have something to really think about next time she goes to call him an old man. After what seems eternity she's perspiring but he's not. How can he be so cool she wonders looking up into his grinning face enjoying every minute having his cock inside a young woman when he's about three times her age? Landlord's don't have to tell their tenants even the time of day if they don't want to so he doesn't have to tell Sherrie why he's so smart and she's so dumb sexy.

She's on the cusp of crashing through the sound barrier as her moans become louder, constant and rushed. The plateau phase of orgasm is such a wonderful place to be that many a woman wishes she could bottle it and put it on the shelf to use again and again on her own. Sherrie's shaking inside and she knows something's coming she can't stop. He did this to her the previous night sand it was incredible. 

She's staring at him as if she's angry, her teeth bared like a snarling tiger as the little tigress is trapped by emotional excess, her scalp tingles, her voice tightens, her toes curl tight, her mouth opens just long enough to cry out the inevitable words. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Me cuuuummmiiinnnng! 

She arches herself up off the bed, the vibrator still vibrating inside her back passage, his cock still thrusting in the front, she throws her pretty head back eyes shut tight fists clenched as the pelvic earthquake starts with tremors throughout her lower abdomen then quickly becomes stronger and stronger over the next 10 seconds at the epi centre of her orgasm. This is a good one the wise old sage knows, even though he's not that old but he recognises a real vaginal orgasm when he sees one.

Mr Singh lets out a long sigh as he admires his handiwork. He's worse than a tradesman in that regard but he's done a tradesman-like job on her. Sherrie's shaking and feeling stuffed. It takes her minutes to get her breath back properly but eventually she looks at him and smiles. It's the kind of smile a young daughter gives her loving daddy.

"Good?" he asks as if he was her father.

She smiles again and breaks into a little laugh. "You big cock bang me so hard you make me very excited and cum good."

"Yes I know," says the teacher. "But was it good?"

"Silly man, yes, you know. You put happiness in me real good."

Mandy comes over and puts an affectionate arm around her friend who's now sitting up looking raggedly exhausted. 

"That was long fuck Mr Singh, you make me feel missing out big time. What about me?"

He turns to Mandy and says "do you want it like Sherrie?"

"No no, just pussy," she replies, eyes lighting up..

"Girls I've got news for you two," he says with an earnest voice. "Until you both get jobs to pay your rent you will have to trade with me. You've got two weeks to go rent free after that if you can't find jobs you will take turns coming to me for help."

"What you mean trade with you," Mandy asks. "What help?" 

"That my dear is very simple, for thousands of years merchants across the world traded things with each other, sometimes goods for money, sometimes exchanging goods for other goods. It's what makes the world go round, not music like everybody thinks. Now if you have no money to offer in exchange for my accommodation you trade something else."

"Pussy?" Sherrie looks at him knowing the answer.

"Yes, pussy. It will be one-hour a time on Monday nights for Mandy, one-hour on Tuesday for Sherrie, Mandy on Wednesday, Sherrie on Thursday, Mandy again Fridays and Sherrie on Saturday nights. Sunday is a rest day."

"You want fuck us every day of the week?"Mandy looks surprised.

"I'm sure you can fit me in. I've got the time and the energy. You'll be trading fun for free accommodation until you get jobs."

"Not easy us so young get jobs quick," Sherrie gestures. 

"I'm not in a hurry, just as long as it takes but I'll give you a little surprise. Once a week I'll buy each of you a stunning little bedroom outfit to wear for me so when you come to me you will look like you want to be fucked."

The girls giggle. Sherrie's already back to her old ways. "Me think Mr Singh dirty old man."

"I can live with that," he quips, taking Mandy by the shoulder and moving her to the bed and asking Sherrie to be patient while he gives some of his happiness to her friend. Now let your imagination take over. 

Three days later the naive au pair Selena is on the jet en route to Australia with her employer Jacques Pardie and his live-in lover Josette. Selena's in a sparkling mood and obviously upbeat but already Josette's getting moody.

She's discovered that he's brought with him his new multi thousand dollar Graflex 'speed graphex' professional camera with him intending to get Selena to pose scantily dressed and nude while she's 69 floor levels above the ground in the beachfront sky tower.

And worse. He's intending to take up Selena's gullible offer of her being the 6 and him being the 9 to celebrate him taking ownership of the luxury apartment in the Q1 Tower, the world's tallest residential only building at 80 storeys. 

They're sitting in the jet too close for her to really get into his ear not realising until a few minutes ago he brought his new camera to photograph her. Josette's still a pretty woman at 30 and far from done as a sexy image yet it's the 20 year-old au pair the object of his seductive obsession.

She's cool and feeling very cool -- about both of them. She's also bi and went along with all his plans to give him some seductive fun seeing if his charms can wear off on a young naive and totally inexperienced ex-orphanage raised girl. For Josette her idea of being part of the plot was to get Selena eventually involved in a French style ménage a trios where a threesome can be anything but tiresome.

She's even encouraged Selena hoping she'll melt and give him intercourse as a matter of course to get it out of his system and get his attention back to her. She even turned as blind eye when he got his naive au pair to pose erotically in underwear in his Barker Road studio he set up professionally in their big residence. 

What Jacques does wrong is what many men do wrong if they look for skirt out of the corner of their eye. He's paying too much attention to the younger woman and taking his partner for granted. (Big Mistake territory for male or female). Dalliance only works out when you don't forget to satisfy the woman/man you already have.

Selena's unaware of how Josette feels and all that's on her mind is the pending excitement of staying in a massively high tower right on the Pacific Ocean beachfront where people below look like specs and the 360-degree vision affords a 40-mile sight above land and sea. She's so excited she's even unaware that her pussy's wet and her clit bud's erect. (a phenomenon common for many women and doesn't have to be totally sexual if it's exciting enough). 

Ask Jacques, he knows, he's seen nude models with erect clitoris buds standing out and all he's done is to photograph them. Outdoors especially in natural remote settings often brings it on. It's the mood and the prevailing circumstances that make a woman feel that way. It sometimes has a similar affect on women being body painted nude. By the time the soft hairbrush gets to the genitals generally it has to brushstroke the erect part of the clitoris. Ooooh, that's nice, better put another coat on. Who said nude body painting's not erotic? (Read next Manipulating Jenny Ch 10)

One thing about jet air travel it sure beats hitch hiking by boats between countries and even 9.5 hours Singapore to Queensland is better than waiting for your ship to arrive or swimming through shark infested waters rather than to stand in a queue for a seat on a plane. But time flies too and the trio arrive at the Q1 apartments in the holiday hub and internationally popular Surfers Paradise with minimum jet lag. If they'd been swimming there they'd be a lot wearier.

Selena's agog at the views and the size of his new piece of property high in the sky above a 45-mile plus pristine clean sandy beachfront facing the great Pacific Ocean. For the well travelled Jacques and Josette it's a different kind of feeling. They're staying there for a week and arriving close to nightfall they decide to eat and retire early so they can get up fresh in the morning to see the sun rise over the ocean's horizon.

Selena takes the second of three bedrooms and it gives Josette the first real chance to question him away from the au pair's ears. 

"What are you doing to me Jacques, I wanted us to be alone on this trip and you bring your camera to photograph her again," she snarls, the first chance to show her real feelings.

"Why do you care so much my peach, you are my woman, you sound jealous maybe?"

The word jealous stings Josette who considers herself far above Selena in sophistication and experience. "What? Me jealous? What's wrong with you Jacques, do you not understand after all your life you are putting her before me?

"Don't be ridiculous," he asserts. "Nothing's changed, it's just that she's now with us and we can both learn to love her. It's the essence of our ménage a trios. Don't you still wish to kiss her in our bed?" 

"Yes but the whole idea was for you to see if you could woo her to intercourse on your own bat being Mister Seducer you think you are so why is it taking so long? 

"She is holding out," he says defensively."If I force her or use peer pressure to achieve it that's not seduction and I will fail. That will bring shame on my own beliefs about myself as a man. No, it must be natural and she must come to me."

"Oh fine. That's just lovely. And how long do we wait? You haven't made love to me hardly since she joined our household. You must be thinking of her all the time."

"I've been tired a lot..."

"Yes tired of her thwarting you. You're like a salesman that gets so close but can't close the deal so no sale."

"Listen Josette I don't have to take your criticism, it was your idea in the first place when you challenged me to see if I've lost my seductive prowess. It turned you on to see her massaging me, to know she posed in hot underwear for me in the studio, to talk her into letting you massage her nude and give her an orgasm. It was..."

"No!" Josette fights back. "You told me in one of our lovemaking sessions that now you're 50 and with my consideration you'd like to find out if you could influence a woman aged 18- 25 after all these years."

"My dear peach, why do we fight over this? I wanted to bring Selena with us as she's lived a very controlled life in an orphanage until just a few years ago and she's never been out of Singapore. I thought the change might make her sexier for both of us and she'd finally give in to me and you could watch me fuck her."

"Oh that's just great. Well the original idea of me watching you put that big dick in her was a good at the time but a week after she arrives at our place you've been going to bed obsessed about her instead of making love to me. How do you think I feel being pushed aside for a younger woman?"

"Josette that's ridiculous, I'm not pushing you aside for a younger woman. You're just trying to put a barrier between me and her and I'll never get her to agree to intercourse."

"Okay then my darling Jacques, I'll take it then you won't photograph her in the nude like you want to."

"Come come Josette, that's not very nice. Photography's my calling. This is what I do and it will put her more in the mood. I venture to you from this episode on she will come to me because of us having sex play here on holiday."

"So you're going to get her to pose?"

"Yes of course."

"What about us celebrating you buying this apartment. I was there when she offered to be the six if you be the nine and you know as well as I do you want her to give you head while you get your mouth on her pussy."

"She doesn't know that. She doesn't know what a 69'er means. I will explain what I want her to do."

"When?"

"Tomorrow sometime, before you get any crankier. I don't want her to know you're upset over her. We should all go to the beach first and the shops and make it a twilight celebration in the soft natural light."

They decide to call it a night and sleep well because the sun rises early in the east in summer and from 5am it's very much daylight.

The next day goes according to plan but Josette's watching her man every time he's close to Selena at the beach. The two women, just two good bodies among hordes of sexy local chicks, are amazed at how many local girls and no doubt visitors from other parts of the country go topless at Surfers Paradise, many with fractional fitting thongs to expose their suntanned butts. 

Australia's the skin cancer capital of the world because of the outdoor life and greatest percentage of daily sunshine yet it's a fact that seems far removed from the minds of the thousands of young people who worship the sun in this massive sunburnt and in many ways beautifully rugged country. 

Jacques is tinkled pink to see so many young women baring their breasts on these long stretches of golden sands and although Josette and Selena are wearing swimsuits considered daring in Singapore they are relatively modest on Australian family beaches.

Selena's excited to see the famous Australian beach lifesavers in action in a mass rescue when a rip takes away a sandbank and carries about 20 people beyond the patrolled zone. No one's hurt.

She sidles up to one of the lifesavers, a local man in his mid 20s after the rescue and speaks to him after the excitement dies down.

"Hello," she says cutely.

"How ya goin'?" he replies.

"I'm from Singapore on holiday and I like your beach. Do you do many rescues like that?"

"All the time lady," sometimes just one or two, eh, but most times when people ignore safety rules and swim outside the flags."

"I see the flags, why the flags?"

"To stop drownin' themselves mate. The area we patrol we know's safe but outside the flags ya get into trouble without warning. Lots of rips in long straight beaches ya see eh, but not so bad when there's a headland around them."

"I didn't know they let women take their tops off on your beaches, is it always like this, I'm surprised?" she asks enjoying the feedback from a dinki di Aussie. 

"Yeah mate, ya should come here in the school holidays, the place is covered with 'em. Young chicks like to show off ya know and where better than the beach, eh?"

"Is there an age limit?"

The lifesaver called Warren laughs. "Hey, sheilas here don't carry their birth certificates inside their thongs. Yeah, young 'uns ya never know how old they are; ya know what I mean, eh?

"There's this woman about this time in December 1961 she made headlines in Sydney when she was escorted off the beach and fined for wearing an inappropriate costume -- it was the first bikini seen on Bondi Beach. Ha, that's a good one!"




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Selena laughs with him realising how times have changed after looking around. "Thank you Mister lifesaver, it was good to talk."

"Yeah no worries miss. Hava good holiday, eh," he calls out as she saunters off with a sexy wiggle.

He comes over to another lifesaver stationed in their special zone.

"Hey did ya get a load of the tits and the cute face on that that Asian chick I was talkin' to? Reckons she's from Singapore; I betta go there for me next holiday mate."

"Yeah I saw the sexy backside on her. Shit mate, didn't ya find out where she's stayin?" Fuck! There's one that got away."

Later that day, showered and gone shopping Jacques, Josette and Selena arrive back at Q1 tower when Josette's going to pop some questions the way he's still paying more attention to his au pair. 

They dine in one of the restaurants and at 6.30 it's still daylight and Jacques asks Selena how she feels. "I feel most happy; it was so nice talking to one of the lifesavers on the beach today and see so many sexy bodies, all those men in brief costumes." 

Selena's not aware that Australia's the home country of the sexy Speedo swimsuit range, the brand that makes the high tech racing costumes for the Australian and American swim teams, the skin tight curve hugging long Spandex bodysuits uniquely designed to cut through the water like a seal with less drag resistance so Speedos and Aussie beaches are a like soul mates. The Australian Beijing Olympics triple gold medallist and glamour girl Stefanie Rice, 20, looks extra hot out the water in one of those race suits. 

Jacques wastes no time inviting Selena to come good with her offer to be the six if he's the nine to celebrate him buying his apartment on the 69th floor. 

"Oh goody," she laughs. "What do we do?" she asks looking at Josette.

"You have to go to our bedroom first Selena and do what he asks. He wants you to do this, not me," she says with a tinge of feeling mounting in her voice, but not noticed by the young Asian.

"We undress for this Selena, it's called doing the 69 kiss. I will lie on the bed undressed and you take your clothes off and lay on top of me," he adds.

"Is that all?" the innocent one asks.

"No darling," Josette cuts in, "you've got to go down on the master's big cock and he will kiss your tush at the same time. How cosy!"

"Oh! I didn't know I'd be doing that," she looks with alarm at the French woman bearing witness. Selena's always feared that Josette may one day pull the rug out from under her if she gets too personal with Jacques, even though she never instigates anything.

"Go ahead, I don't mind," Josette says in a more steely voice and wanting her to do it for proof of what she's accusing Jacques of doing.

"Come," says the man of the house, "on the bed with me Selena and show Josette how natural you are at being the perfect au pair."

"Are you sure?" the innocent Asian answers somewhat turned on by the bronzed male bodies she saw at the beach and the chance to live out a fantasy with Jacques.

"Do as I say, take off your clothes and let me be reminded of your beauty," he instructs and the Singapore girl slips out of them without a further murmur.

The worst thing Jacques could have said was the closing words of his last comment, 'let me be reminded of your beauty.' It riles Josette just that bit more so she chips in "why don't you just say you can't wait to fuck Selena and be done with it."

Selena, naive and not as bright as some, lets her expression go over her head. She already knows that's what he wants to do but she'll stop short of it yet enjoy the Frenchman's big cock in the meantime whenever she can. She's unaware of the rising heat in Josette's manner.

Her wish to please him attitude makes Selena do as she's told and with Josette's egging, stands lusciously naked for the man who signals where to put her body. She doesn't need much prodding once she's set eyes on his thick phallus standing rigid and ready for her mouth.

Josette watches and can't help but let her hand go to her lower regions because the size of his penis and the size of his wallet are two good reasons to do his bidding for the past five years. From Selena's first experience massaging him she's no longer the absolutely shy miss that tried to turn away embarrassed that she should be allowed to see his private parts while massaging him as part of her duties. Making his manhood shoot cum high before her eyes and landing over her wrists was an experience she'd never forget. 

Her lips close around the corona of his cock and it's a sensation she really enjoys, calling it his baby helmet. He feels her warm lips and Josette knows what he's thinking of already and she knows how it feels for his sexual understudy too. The French woman's fingers slide under the side of her panties as he pulls Selena's hips where he wants them, dragging her knees back a bit and his lover see his tongue reach up to caress the Asian girl's anus. 

It catches both Selena and Josette by surprise and the French model hopes Selena doesn't like it. Too bad Josette, jealousy's a curse. Selena feels the surprise sensation around the rim of her cute anus and momentarily stops sucking on his penis as the intensified sphincter nerve endings surrounding her rear end passage door make her feel tingles of delightfully pleasant wet vibration from his flicking tongue. "Ooooh" she signals through a partly open mouth while he's like a mechanic and she's the car up on the lube bay hoist.

She licks the head of his cock in all directions, stimulated by the different feeling but never expecting it could be so good. Selena's mouth gobbles the top part of his shaft and consumed by the feeling at the back end and the super turn-on of his monumental sign of masculinity she's going "mmmmmm" as they pleasure each other unaware now that Josette's even in the room.

She certainly is in the room watching fervently and her fingers are wet as she teases herself unable not to masturbate being such a sexy woman and seeing such a sensual innocent Asian girl hovering naked over her man and his well endowed manhood. It's teasing her and taunting her at the same time and she can't stand to see them doing it yet she can't take her eyes off them in case Selena rolls over and lets him put it inside her.

Jacques wants Selena to orgasm strongly to show Josette she's lucky to have him in her bed so his tongue moves to her already wet vagina and he wets the second finger of his right hand and wriggles it bit by bit into her anus, making the young Asian's body jerk noticeably. He's penetrated her -- with his finger but it's a start.

Selena's at sixes and sevens not sure what's happening and what she's supposed to do except suck his cock. The more she's got it in her mouth sliding her lips up and down on the thick shaft the more she's wondering how it would feel where a man's cock's meant to go. She recalls vividly what the friendly Filipina woman Meredith told her about big cocks and what they feel like inside the vagina.

It's exciting her knowing his cock must have pleased many women before he met her. She wonders if she's being childish rejecting the opportunity he puts her way since she took up the live-in duties in his Singapore home.

Josette's leaning back against the wall fingering furiously as she can see that Selena's making the kinds of sounds that mean she's losing concentration trying to suck him the way she should. His lively tongue on her erect clit is doing the damage to her concentration and he alternates by licking the length of her inner lips so she feels his tongue inside her then he's back on the clit in a fast moving and ever-increasing rhythm that's making her lose control. 

Josette's orgasmed and her back slips down the wall as her legs go weak under her making her end up on her bum on the floor, dress up above her knees, her heart thumping and her pelvic floor region shuddering as the sensation comes and finally goes.

She's just got over her climax as Selena enters the home straight visually panting, one hand around the base of his bolt upright penis, head bowed staring at its magnitude in her eyes, his long finger up to his knuckles darting in and out mimicking an anal fuck, his lips slurping around her engorged clitoris sucking it into his mouth and dancing his tongue around the solid glans. The Asian invitee is not just in Surfers Paradise Australia she's taking a trip over the moon. It's amazing how a hot night, two hot bodies with hot desires for each other and a hot headed onlooker can turn the heat up so much one of them can fly away eyes shut and think she's in heaven.

Selena cums just as strongly as he hoped, thanks largely to being an erotic Frenchman who turns her on just by hearing him talk, let alone letting his tongue speak for him when it's lapping around her erect clit. His finger work on her butt has her in raptures as the unique to her sensation adds fire to the sexual tension he's built in her vulva. 

She arches back suddenly and at the peak of her climax she squeals but it's not a scream; then her whole body seems to stiffen sharply as it if in the grip of a huge vice, squeezing her tight, making her pelvic floor go from jittery to jumpy and she gasps Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! three times as the wave of orgasmic serenity overwhelms her and her eyes roll back as if she's gone unconscious.

Josette's still on the floor but her eyesight's good and her hearing's good. She knows he's pleasured her real well and it only makes matters worse. He'd better do something with her tonight she's thinking.

Selena's all but collapsed on top of him, her legs spread out either side of his head and if he was a voyeur instead of a man of action he'd be in his element like his driver was looking up between Selena's legs the day she locked herself out of the Barker Road residence and he had to lift her up to a window looking point blank at her cute quim. Jacques looks at the view anyway, and it's a stunning sight when she's 30 years junior to him. Josette's climbed back to her feet and can see him staring straight between her parted thighs as they seem to be almost wrapped around his ears.

"Are you enjoying the view my darling?" she says with that kind of tone any man knows is sarcastically driven. Selena, hearing Josette's voice, comes to her senses quickly and tries to get up, only to roll over on her side. She's not recovered from the orgasm and she's still quivering inside.

The Frenchman wants to make her feel good. "You were good Selena and the best is yet to come," he says in a low but commanding tone. "Now you know what being the six and me being the nine means. This is what a good au pair does for the master; whatever it takes to please him."

"Oh Mr Pardie," she says formally for no reason other than her mind's not settled and perhaps the sound of his voice as the one in charge. "I couldn't help it; the feeling was so intense I just lost control. I do hope to please you."

"You did well but I know you will do better in days to come," he tells her in a clear signal he intends stepping up the relationship and making it even more personal. She shivers inside.

"I can't explain the feeling whatever you did to me," she says with her innocent expression.

"He had his finger up your bum darling," Josette offers to keep the mood simmering and this time Selena senses it was said in a less friendly tone. The Singapore virgin knows well where his finger was; she just didn't want to be told so bluntly to spoil the moment. The three of them have supper in the evening and Josette keeps her frustration under control but Selena senses there is more to the French woman's feelings than what meets the eye. Things come to a head the following day when Jacques brings out his new camera and asks Selena to pose for him. 

"Why don't you let the girl enjoy her holiday instead of having to please you all the time," Josette says in a sharp crack at him. 

"Selena likes to pose for me," he reminds her. "She did so well last time I got some memorable images and you like to please me don't you?" he asks pointedly looking at the young Asian now very much the 'other woman' in a couple's long relationship.

She looks at Josette who's glaring at her man and sees Jacques nodding gently to her that she should go his way. Her mind races almost as if it's someone drowning and, fearing the end is inevitable, parts of their entire life flash through their mind.

She sees her past life as a struggling nobody with poor education, no parents or family to fall back on and an orphanage history she'd sooner forget. If she poses she will upset Josette she's certain of that now. The bitchiness was too evident in her remark and the look on her face at him confirms it. Money is power, Selena knows it. He's wealthy, he's influential and respected and he's man at the top of his profession. To the hapless Singapore girl he's become a father figure in this part of her life, a time of new hope. He's certain to ensure she'll be protected.

Selena feels she owes nothing to Josette and for the first time sees her as a sexy woman who clung to Jacques for his wealth and position, and probably to make other models at the time jealous. For the first time she starts to feel she's just as much entitled to him as his French model lover. After all, he didn't marry her.

"I'd like posing for you, yes I do, it's fun," she replies, as if time stood still until she collected her thoughts. Finding courage from the instinct for economic survival and homely comforts she blatantly goes against Josette's wishes in favour of the man with the power.

"I'm sorry Josette I don't mean....."

"Yes you do!" the French model snaps. "You know very well what you're doing; you're trying to come between us."

"No...no I...."

"You're trying to make me jealous, you little cat!' Josette snaps. "All your acting innocent and lonely is just to take over because you know Jacques likes younger women and you're sucking up to his vanity."

"That's not fair, you're the one....." Selena tries to say but Jacques steps between them seeing his woman's mood is getting nasty. 

"Josette stop this immediately and get out of the apartment until you cool down," he orders. "I will not," she shouts.

"If you don't leave now and cool down I'll have to consider my options back home," he retorts, making her angrier but it's enough to make her back off and think about what she'd be giving up.

"All right then, I'll go down to the street in this mini skirt but I'm taking my panties off," she almost shrieks. "If I see a young man, not an old man like you, that takes my fancy he can fuck me. You seem more interested in putting it into Selena more than me!" 

Josette whips off her lace panties, flashes her bare sexy backside at them and storms out carrying her panties in her hand so she can advertise she's not wearing them. What a woman scorned will do...

Selena's starts sobbing and she's visibly shaken by the outburst after getting on so well with Josette for so long. He puts a comforting arm around her and tells her it's not her fault.

"You must take no notice. I've seen her go off like this well before I ever met you. She can be very possessive at times and yes it's true I want to go all the way with you. I feel it's our destiny to bond a very special kind of feeling between us even though I am much older than you."

"I don't mind your age Jacques...."

"That I'm old enough to be your father?"

"I wish you could be; I never knew him."

He's sure her adulation for him is in the vein of a father-like image but he'll take that as a compliment anyway as long as he can get her into bed for the real thing.

"You've been very good to me; I want to stay as your au pair while ever you'll have me to help you around the house...I've no one else."

She leans across and allows him to cradle her in his strong arms. Here's a sexy young innocent naive virgin, just 20, with a beautiful face, firm buxom breasts and shapely body putting herself completely in the hands of a master seducer. Or is she seducing him as Josette's making out?

"You will go to bed with me and allow me...."

"Oh Jacques I want to so much but I'm not ready. I can't. I can't. I'll have to think more about it," she answers with mixed emotions. "You have your woman and she's now mad at me; it would make it unbearable if she found out. Can't I just pose for you? What do you want me to do?"

Jacques won't press the point. He can see she's not far off from coming his way. When she does he'll make sure it's worth waiting for because in his mind he won't be satisfied until he's exhausted both of them in a graphic sexual encounter where intercourse is just the main course but in lots of variety and foreplay. He's waited so long what's just one more last episode of her story to wait since there'll not be one inch of her body to be missed worshipping her enchanting beauty. 

"Selena I want you to pose with just jewellery on. No clothing, but a long string of pearls I bought and you can keep them plus an ankle chain I've also got you for this occasion and a bracelet too 

"I want to produce some really erotic images your face is so sensual it can be some of my best work and I can offer it to high quality websites or magazines. You could become famous in your own right."

"What? Nude?"

"Of course, you have the body of a young goddess and the innocent look of an angel; men crave for such a woman."

"You too?"

"You know I want you so much."

"What about Josette?"

"She can wait. She must learn she can't boss me about."

"Where will you photograph me?"

"Here, looking out to the ocean, the lighting is perfect and the room is spacious for lots of different erotic poses."

"Will I have to touch myself like last time I modelled for you?"

"It helps to produce the expressions in your face I want to see, so of course."

"Posing for you turns me on, is that why you insist I undress?"

"Of course. Now let's begin."

FINAL CHAPTER -- diary this one! The French model and the Singapore girl get more than bitchy and the claws come out in a real physical cat fight between two competing pussies. Ouch! This is one super closing episode rounding off Asian Innocence Manipulated. If you like a graphically detailed account of Selena's ultimate submission to make you reach between your legs, this is it. (BeamMeUp thanks his Singapore friend and Selena confidant Meredith for her assistance).

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Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 11



A real cat fight with claws drawn erupts between two competing pussies in this semi-final conclusion about 20 year-old sensual Singapore virgin Selena's adventures as a hired au pair to a very broad minded French couple Jacques, 50, and his 30 year-old lover Josette.

Because Selina's ultimate surrender requires longer and more graphic erotic detail and would otherwise make this episode too long, the conclusion to her erotic awakening will appear as a separate and final chapter in mid February

Jacques Pardie, the widely travelled professional erotic photographer, is determined to see the innocent young Asian servant submit herself in total surrender to him to reinforce his ego as a masterful seducer. But his patience in waiting for her to come to him has worn too thin for his sophisticated live-in lover, the bi-sexual former French glamour model Josette. 

What she first agreed to with Jacques was for feisty sexual frolics in a French ménage a trios – Selena sharing their bed in combined playtimes – has changed to impatience, distrust, anger and finally the impulse for vengeance. 

She isn't near as patient as Jacques – when she sees something she wants she's got to get it quickly, his rock hard erection for example. But recently she's been missing out on that too, witnessing for the past few weeks her lover being too absorbed in the young Asian. 

Their visit to Surfers Paradise on Australia's Gold Coast a week ago was the last straw when he insisted on her posing for more than two hours in a whole series of erotic positions to supposedly try out his new expensive camera. Seeing how scantily clad and near nude she was at the time and how it excited him was one step too far. 

Jealousy rears its ugly head and a woman scorned is a woman indeed to be avoided. Burt it's hard to avoid someone you're jointly employed by when the workplace and their home is the one address in Barker Road Singapore. Even though Selena's not surrendered to him because she desperately wants to remain a virgin until she marries, Josette's worldly background makes her feel sure he's already rolled the ravishing young beauty behind her back while she makes out she's innocent.

Too many opportunities, too much temptation and Selena's got nowhere to hide if he puts her in a corner are the tormenting thoughts racing through the French woman's mind. She won't play second fiddle to any woman.

It was bad enough him ignoring her requests not to take more pictures of Selena  but worse – much worse – when many of the poses involved her in next to nothing and touching herself for him to get orgasmic plateau phase images of her serene face.

There's ice in the air despite being back in tropically steamy Singapore as Josette displays all the hallmarks of a woman scorned, and in any language, that talks trouble.

Back at his Barker Road residence the still seething French woman's serving him an ultimatum after catching them in close conversation again. The young Asian au pair isn't making the flirting moves - he is but Josette's convinced she's playing games at her expense.

She's discovered that the originally shy au pair's been getting turned on by posing erotically for him and the slinky Asian's showing unusually responsive patience every time he gets a chance to be close enough to her. Yes, Selena's enjoying his attention but looking up to him more like a father figure, the father she never knew as an orphan. She's been gradually seduced by the attractant resonance of his low pitch sexy French accent when he speaks softly in her ear while he cheekily nibbles her ear lobes and strokes his fingers through her hair making the sensual young Singapore girl break out in goose bumps. 

He senses that her defences are weakening, but in getting this far he's tested his long time lover's patience once too often. They're having it out in his downstairs study and Selena, two rooms away, doing housework is embarrassed to hear her name brought up so dramatically in a domestic argument that's loud and boisterous.

"You promised me," she hears Josette shout. "You promised that no other woman would ever again come between us! Now you're obsessed with an immature young Asian girl who hasn't got a brain in her head but just because she's pretty with big tits that's all that counts with Mister Wonderful, the big time photographer."

"Shut up Josette, you're just jealous, the girl's a virgin and I want to take her in good time and she's got to want it, not just me want it," he snaps back. "Nothing's changed between us."

"Ha!" she screams. "Bullshit! Why haven't you made love to me like you used to then? It's been two weeks now and nothing, you're saving your seed for this little servant girl that's why!  Go on, admit you've fucked her!"

"You're mad Josette, I'm 50 not your age; it's all in your mind and you'll not tell me I can't look at another woman so go to hell."

"See! You know you've done it behind my back but you won't admit it. I can tell by the way you're avoiding my eyes," she yells and Selena can hear the lift in her voice. "The whole idea was for us to get her into bed with us together not for you to have your own private thing on the side behind my back."

"Oh shut up Josette, you're just imagining it because you're jealous that she's 10 years younger and just as good looking as you. Jealousy's a curse."

"Well up yours Mr Thinks He's So Good," she shouts louder with venomous sarcasm. "I've stood by you and gave you sex whenever you wanted it, put up with your flirting with the models and you make me wait in line behind a little Asian schoolgirl."

"Selena's not a schoolgirl, you know that," he argues in a more restrained voice.

"Well she may's well be, she's so stupid and naive," the French woman laughs aloud.

Selena's heard enough to make her wince. Josette's called her a schoolgirl, stupid, naive, immature and without any brains and she knows the French woman is clearly livid with jealousy believing that Jacques has secretly had intercourse with her.

"Josette go away and cool off again, you're too hot under the collar," Selena hears him shouting at her. "I've got to take the car to the garage for service. I don't need this senseless talk."

Josette's convinced that when Jacques stopped making love to her suddenly he's almost certainly getting it somewhere else and who else but Selena is so young, sexy and privately accessible? She's made up her mind and wants to give the maid a piece of her mind and maybe more. 

Selena desperately wants to keep her job. Josette hand-picked her from a line of job applicants and interviewed her carefully. It seems the rapport they once enjoyed has gone, replaced by bitterness by an older woman feeling threatened by someone just as pretty and worse, 10 years younger and a sensuous virgin.  To the erotic minded Frenchman the young Asian is like pollen to a bee.

The innocent Asian gets more nervous when she hears Jacques yell at Josette to shut up or go find another sugar daddy. She scurries off when she hears him storming out of the house to take his Benz in for its service, shouting out he'll get a taxi back after he goes for a drink.

"Bastard!" Josette call out as he heads for the connecting door to the garage.

While pandemonium's about the break loose when Josette confronts Selena and it's like jungle warfare between two big cats, across town the very much in control Indian landlord Mr Singh has well and truly tamed and trained his two precocious teenage tenants Mandy and Sherrie into playful pussy cats he can sit in his lap to be stroked while they purr and let him have his way with them.

Like the circus ringmaster with the whip hand he's successfully got both of them jumping to his command by trading the money starved unemployed and recently expelled high school students with free accommodation and meals in exchange for them talking turns a night about in his bed until such time they can find jobs to pay their way.

 He sat them down soon after arriving after realising they hardly had enough money to buy food let alone the skimpy outfits he since got them into from one of Singapore's adult shops. After assessing their real potential he gave them a timely history and geography lesson the likes of which they didn't get in their primary school days. They'd have to be like the early traders from the Old World when the early Merchants (who were not just from Venice thanks Mr Shakespeare) travelled from one country to the next by boat to trade. 

Payment in the way of goods or services was the norm when opposite parties were offered something they either needed or could use but didn't already have – Mandy and Sherrie sure got the picture and just as well because a picture saves an author a thousand words.

And the not so bright one Sherrie nodded agreeably, showing she can learn something and let it sink in. Her former school teachers would be very surprised indeed. 

"You give three meals a day and free house and we give you sex," she summed up perfectly well at the time to which he added, "Of course, but don't call it sex, it's essential education  you both need because you dropped out of school much too early with much to know and I will teach."
At least they laughed, then looked at each other with that Asian-like frown that suggested they had no choice or it's back to their parents where they're already in disgrace.

That he can make them orgasm more powerfully than they ever believed possible makes them enjoy the unusual trade-off all the more. Sometimes he doubts if they're trying hard enough to find jobs and sometimes they doubt if he wants them to hurry because they know he's on a good thing. He's on two good things to be more accurate. 

It's been the best six months of the randy Indian's life in Singapore where the Asian girls are a cut above the Asian pack for beauty and almost unquenchable curiosity for bigger cocks. By the time they move on, he's had the best part of a whole year's almost continuous erotic opportunities with Mandy and Sherrie and broadly speaking, he's stretched much more than their imaginations.   

He's found that Sherrie, the younger of the two, can get orgasms just by the way he sucks her elongated puffy-type fat nipples. He thinks but can't be sure both expelled school students lied to him about their age because they just don't seem bright enough to be final year wannabes.

The size and firmness of their breasts tell him enough about their maturity – 34B cup in Mandy's case and 36B for Sherrie are notably nice sized tits for Asians their age, especially the way they sit up without any support. Here are two chicks that'll never need implants to impress anyone about their size. 

Every time he sees them one at a time taking turns in his bed at night lying back in their sexy negligees he bought them to make his enjoyment all the more erotic, he prays and thanks Buddha for turning a blind eye to his fetish for wanting to feel so much younger again.  After all, an Indian is only as old as the female he's feeling. 

He no longer needs to make up his energy drink for them as he did for Selena over 18 months when he added his own pure white cum to the goat's milk and sprinkled camouflage  nutmeg on top to gleefully watch her unwittingly swallowing his seed – even thanking him for it.

For a while he got Mandy and Sherrie to swallow down his 'energy drinks' just as happily to his everyday delight, saying how good it was for their young complexions.  Now he just releases it directly into their hungry mouths after he gets them so turned on they can't resist the feeling of his thick penis as he lets them suck on it for as long as possible before grabbing them by the back of their heads and thrusting it fast between their tightly clamped lips in lusty face fucks.

He enjoys hearing the slurping noises they make kneeling so subserviently before him as naughty ex-schoolgirls should, but he's gentlemanly enough to  stop just momentarily at times for them to get their breath and not gag on his bold erection. He knows they hated discipline at home and at school but in his humble abode they've been educated how to have more respect for older people.

He gave them the red carpet welcome when they arrived on his doorstep almost broke, desperate for somewhere to stay, and now each night about he gives each of them a white carpet of cum on their tongues at the start of his regular two-hour sex sessions.

It's his ritual every night, one at a time taking turns about with their only break to menstruate on their monthly cycle. He figures quite fairly they should have the comfort of getting over that without further penetration.

Each evening they turn up together for their free dinners but only one of them stays with him for bedtime. Last night it was saucy Sherrie's turn to undress sexily and she always does it in the best tradition of prick teasing. Sherrie's a born exhibitionist and always takes her time as he sits and watches gloatingly knowing he has them in the palm of his hand. 

He doesn't know where she learnt to strip so seductively being so young unless the Singapore education system has a more broadminded approach to preparing young women for the outside world. Sherrie's clothes come off piece by piece, her hands and fingers using body language innuendo to tempt the older man with her teenage taunts. She's just a natural at being so naughty as one of God's gifts to greedy guys. Mr Singh always groans as she finally turns her back naked and slips into the negligee that falls level with the tops of her shapely thighs before she turns around facing him sucking on two fingers to say she's ready for the real thing.

Isn't he lucky this pair of adventurous somewhat lost souls turned up at his door looking for someone to find them?  And isn't he lucky they've got an irresistible interest in bigger cocks? And isn't he lucky the good Lord blessed him with something the perfect size to sooth any female's longing for a man capable of lasting much longer?

By the time Mandy and Sherrie move on out of his life there's nothing any porn queen could teach them about sexual satisfaction. Mr Singh is a traditionalist in some sense. For example, after he face fucks Sherrie and Mandy on their respective stopovers he sticks to a routine that always works best for him. They must lay face down while he massages their entire bodies before getting between their legs and lifting them up, resting shapely young thighs on his 45 year-old  shoulders and using his tongue to tease them anally but not only. 

They love his routine, feeling so many tingling sensations around the rim and across the sensitive small divide meeting up with the lower end of their vaginas. He knows that females can't resist the feeling of being teased there in conjunction with clitoral touching so he always gets them lubricated enough in the back passage to insert his fat thumb up to the top knuckles first, twisting it about and sliding it in and out to excite each of them while using his other hand to reach around and stimulate the clitoris with impeccable precision rhythm. 

He never fails to get them to orgasm; it's so much easier when they're younger and not used to a man's erotic touch. And it's especially so when he slides two fingers into the other orifice while the vagina's wet from anticipation. Once they orgasm twice in his unforgiving foreplay ending with him stimulating their anus and clitoris simultaneously, he knows their hairless pussies are always ready for a long hard grinding session of intercourse.

It seems to Sherrie and Mandy that the Indian's insatiable but we know he can afford to be with such delicious playthings on hand behind closed doors at his humble abode. His tantric sex training discipline allows him to last much longer than most men and at the same time keep giving them multiple orgasms until they feel exhausted and can't take any more. This is how the real Indians do it and possibly why Indian women seem to go about with a smile on their faces most of the time.

 We leave Mr Singh, Mandy and Sherrie to their combined pleasures, comforted by the knowledge that as you're reading this they're still at it. Grown men are allowed to groan but let's not forget he's only doing this for their own good. Are there any ex-school students in your neighbourhood with the same problem that Mandy and Sherrie took to Mr Singh?  Great for bachelors but for married men it's best they behave and forever hold the peace – unless they've got a willing wife! Now smile.

Back at Barker Road though, a hostile French woman is anything but smiling.  Josette's out to jump Selena while Jacques is out of the house for an hour and to vent her anger in no uncertain terms. The steely minded and steamed up Paris model is coming after her and her claws are out. A cat fight is about to erupt that will see both pussies on all fours on the floor literally tearing strips off each other's clothes until they both end up near naked, bitten, scratched, bruised and strands of hair all over the place.

Josette catches up with Selena in the main living area, bending over adjusting the big cushions on their six-seater settee. She's heard Josette coming and she's frightened of any confrontation, hating to think her job's in jeopardy.

What a contrast in dress styles they make: Selena in her erotic attire of nothing but an opaque silk skin coloured body hugging full length catsuit and platform high heel shoes and Josette who looks so sophisticated in six-inch black high heel shoes, a black satin mini skirt that drops to 10 inches short of her knees and set off by her black nylon stockings, a long sleeved black and white jacket that comes to just below her waist and held by only two buttons, one just below her exposed bust line and the other level with her navel. Under the jacket she wears a matching black satin thin straps camisole without bra. 

Her smart appearance is complemented by an expensive double string pearl necklace that Jacques bought her in Paris – his very first gift for her. It's a new outfit and she intends going out in it after Jacques gets back. Well, that's what she intended anyway but sometimes when someone loses their cool it can change a lot of things. 

Josette sweeps into the room like a hurricane looking for somewhere to inflict damage, spies Selena and uncorks her bottled up feelings. 

"What are you doing Selena?"  the anger evident in her voice as she bears down on the hapless young Asian girl, a French woman scorned and eager to frighten the daylights out of her adversary.

"I do nothing wrong have I?" the target of her scorn replies in a tentative tone as she turns around finding Josette hands on hips seething.

"You little tart," she shouts, prodding Selena on the shoulder and making her step back defensively. "You've turned Jacques against me haven't you? Making him worship your little virgin body while I'm supposed to wait until one day you feel like giving him what he wants."

"I not know what....I don't..." Selena stammers.

"Of course you do you little cat, I got you this job because Jacques only wanted to screw a young chick your age to see if Mr Wonderful that he thinks he is was still up to it," Josette hisses, leaning forward putting her face right up to Selena who's turned ashen faced, blinking in fear.  "So the little au pair I trusted turns out to be a secret lover, that's the thanks I get for getting you a job with a big wage."

Her sarcastic shot at the au pair hits Selena where it hurts – in her heart. She's instantly shocked at Josette's sudden outburst and the way she's turned against her when they were getting on so well. It was a friendship she valued very much but after overhearing what she screamed at Jacques about her she sees her whole world crashing around her.

"But...but I haven't...we haven't," the 20 year-old tries to explain.




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 11



"Don't give me that look-at-me-I'm-innocent face Selena, I've seen the way he looks at you, you little sneak," Josette shrieks. "I've caught you twice now whispering together thinking I don't know you're up to something."

Selena's stung by the rage in the French woman's voice but at the same time she's getting angry too, at being insulted and the way Josette flicks her hand threateningly close to her face as if she's going to slap her. 

"Me sorry you so upset but true, nothing bad did happen, you just think" she fires back at the French woman. Josette, jealousy burning inside, pushes Selena forcibly back on the settee.  She gets up and Josette pushes her back much harder this time, making Selena's head bump the wall behind.

She gets up again and for the third time the taller and stronger French woman pushes her back down again and kicks her in the shins.

"Ow! Why you do that?" Selena cries. "You nasty woman - jealous maybe he think me more pretty than you," she shouts with rising emotion. "You not deserve him."

The young Asian's remarks really hit a nerve. Josette glares at her and lunges.

"How dare you of all people tell me I don't deserve him! You'll pay for that," she shrieks as she leans over and grabs the 20 year-old around the shoulders dragging her to her feet and shakes her. The force rips Selena's silk catsuit down both arms exposing most of her firm bountiful breasts.

"Wa! What you do stop" the au pair screams and lands an open hand hard slap on the 30 year-old's face. It came out of nowhere and Selena can't believe she did it but the resounding slap noise and the shocked look on the French woman's face was enough for the au pair to know she's in bigger trouble now.

"Oooh you bitch," she yells and pulls Selena's hair so hard the au pair loses her balance and falls over.  "Keep away from my man or I'll scratch your face you little slut. Your place's in the kitchen."

Josette starts to whack Selena around the head with a fashion magazine she grabs off the coffee table but Selena grabs her around both her nylon stockinged legs and heaves hard to one side in a rugby football-like tackle sending the elegantly dressed warrior to the floor knocking the coffee table sideways.

They start to wrestle but Selena's got to her feet first and bends over Josette with fire in her usually placid eyes.  "You rip my suit, how you like me tear your clothes?" she shrills as she rips apart the buttons in the satin jacket, the new outfit she intended to wear out, and drags it partly off her shoulders with buttons flying in the air.

"You slut! You little slut!"  Josette retaliates. "That's my new jacket!" a touch of panic in her voice as she tries to pull the jacket back over her shoulder but the fired up Asian, so certain she's lost her job anyway, rips her camisole down exposing her bare breasts. They struggle on the floor  shouting insults at each other, legs flying and arms thrashing about until Josette manages to get a firm hold on Selena's silk body suit and puts her fingernails through the flimsy garment shedding a long tear from the neck down to just below the navel. 

"Oh no!" the au pair wails"

"I'll fix you!" the French woman hisses as she lets fly with a flurry of clenched fists that miss as Selena gets to her feet first and jumps with faster agility behind Josette, grabbing the bottom ends of her spanking new satin jacket before reefing it with all her strength upwards until it drags her arms up and the determined young Asian falls on her back triumphantly with Josette's jacket in her hand. She screws it up and throws it in the taller woman's face.

Josette shrieks when she grabs the crumpled new jacket minus the only two buttons and sees the big rip in her matching camisole, now hanging below her breasts.

"You little hussy!" she screams at Selena as they both stand toe to toe pushing and shoving each until they both fall on to the settee arms thrashing and legs kicking.

"You insult me nasty woman, I no cheat you wrong," you take this!" Selena yells in loud Singlish as she grabs hold of the struggling Parisian's pearl necklace and snaps it off her neck.

Josette gets back to her feet wailing, "My pearls, my pearls, oh Jacques look what she's done!" Rushing over to where the broken strand landed in the middle of the room she shrieks, "Oh you despicable little Asian whore! Just wait till I tell Jacques what you did with his first gift to me."

She rushes at Selena so hard she bowls her over and gets her face down straddling  her, shredding her already torn silk cat suit until it's just hanging off her in pieces, the only undamaged part being from the lower thighs down. Selena's twisting and struggling about like a football player held down in a tackle but manages to get one hand back behind her and gets just enough leverage to thrust it up under her adversary's skirt to grab hold of the top of her nylon stockings, stretching them awkwardly as she tries to roll out of Josette's tackle.

The French woman's desperate not to have any more of her clothes ruined and lets go but the young Singapore girl won't let go of Josette's stockings until she's finally ripped one leg off her thigh and dragged it down to her knee.

"Ha see, you not so pretty now," Selina laughs but it's an emotionally nervous laugh not one of joy. "You make me no clothes on you rotten thing!" she screams and grabs hold of the other woman's skirt at the waist unhooking it frantically so she can start dragging it down over her hips. Selena's equal desperation rises to the fore so much she gets the French woman's skirt down low enough so that when Josette regains herself and tries to stand up she falls over on to the settee.

It gives Selena the chance to have another grab at her loosened skirt and she quickly drags it down to the ankles. Josette's kicking like a mad bull, cursing in French and narrowly missing Selena's head as the younger one in the struggle for supremacy bobs and weaves about. She uses Josette's prone position and flailing legs to advantage in getting the black satin skirt over the high heels to fling it into the corner of the room. 

Josette lets fly with a mouthful of French filth but the Asian doesn't know what she's saying anyway and they start to hand grapple again. Josette suddenly bites Selena hard leaving teeth marks on her forearm and making her yelp in pain. The audacious au pair answers anger with anger and bites her back, but it's no love bite; it's a fierce crunch on Josette's upper arm with a big blue bruise to show where she's been.

They fall to the floor, rolling over and over, cursing, screaming obscenities and both grabbing hold of each other's hair pulling so hard it jerks their heads every tug. Selena's all but naked, her silk catsuit in tatters, the top part hanging loose down over the only undamaged part now below her knees. 

Josette's lost her pearl necklace, one stocking's completely stuffed, her skirt's gone, her satin jacket's off and damaged and her partly ripped camisole's hanging down over her lower abdomen. All she's got left untouched is her black lace panties and black high heels. Selena's savage enough now to strip her of her underwear after the way the French model ripped into the Asian's silk catsuit rendering it useless.

They continue to roll around, legs wrapped around each other trying to stay in control as they slap each other hard about the shoulders and tug handfuls of hair but it's Josette that gets in the right position to land a really hard slap to the face that stings so much Selena cries out and swears loudly, "fuck you fuck you fuck you!"

They scramble to their feet and trip over the coffee table, Josette falling in such a way her shoulder catches the solid oak timber corner of it and gives her a big bruise to remember for days. Selena, as though fighting for her very life, leaps upon her and grabs the waist band of her opponent's lace panties and starts to drag them down but Josette fights back, grabbing one side of her briefs, tugging in the opposite direction until both women have the silk undergarment stretched beyond its capacity to retain its shape. Josette hears the unsavoury sound of silk surrendering to savage treatment and lets out another wail as the flimsy garment gives way and is left in two pieces, a portion hanging from one leg the other part in Selena's victorious hand.

"I'll kill you after this!" the French model shrills, going berserk over the way her new street outfit is totally wrecked, she's bruised and bleeding near the mouth where Selena's fist got too close. But her black high heels are untouched making her seem unusually erotic as she stands up hair in a mess to struggle face to face to the young Asian who's naked down to her knees, strands of her long black hair all over the place and she's breathing in panic.

As they stand up face to face like two prize fighters in the final of 15 rounds in the ring, the phone rings but they ignore it. Jacques wonders why no one answers the phone. 

He suddenly feels a cold chill down his spine, cursing himself for leaving Selena alone after seeing how emotional and fed up Josette was when he left to take the car in. Surely not, he thinks in panic. What if? he wonders as urgency takes precedence over his relaxing drink and he gulps it down to fetch a taxi.

He doesn't know it yet but the living room resembles a battleground with the imported coffee table on its side, flowers dashed to the floor, the six-seater settee sideways, bits and pieces of women's clothing scattered all over the place and two women standing toe to toe arms flailing at each other like two boxers going for broke hoping to land the knockout punch.

They get nowhere blocking each other as expertly as real fighters trained to defend while going on the attack.  Suddenly the screams, shouting and swearing stops as they whale into each other as thought it's a silent movie without an audience. 

They grab handfuls of each other's hair making them open their mouths again to screech when it hurts but it's close to the bell and while the punches fly left right and centre it's the one that lands on the edge of Selena's eye that gives Josette a technical knock-out victory. 

Selena feels the impact and reels, then comes the stinging sensation and she staggers back, losing her balance and falling on her back to the floor, crumpled but not hurt bad except for her pride and a whopping weal coming up as the bruised left eye shows absolute evidence that things turned nasty when Jacques left them alone.

Josette, puffing, stands over her shouting. "Had enough slut? I want you out of here! Get to your room!"

The French woman storms off to clean herself up knowing that Jacques will be furious and she wants Selena to cop the blame for starting it using the excuse she spoke to Selena and the girl ripped off his pearl necklace and ruined it in her temper.

Selena gets to her feet, battered and bruised too, with marks over both arms where the punches and bites landed on her tender skin. There are three bruises on her thighs and just as many on Josette's legs and arms when she gets in front of her bedroom mirror to survey the savagery of their cat fight. A bit of her hair's been pulled out at the roots by Selena and she throws herself on their bed sobbing. 

Selena's back in her room opposite her on the upstairs hallway, locking the door behind her. She tosses her tired and aching body on the bed and cries uncontrollably.

Fifteen minutes later Jacques arrives home horrified to find the main living room like a disaster zone, with remnants of Selena's silk outfit on the floor, and Josette's skirt, jacket and chemise in different parts of the room around an overturned coffee table. The women are nowhere to be seen and the silence is deafening.

He searches all the downstairs rooms before rushing up the staircase and running down the hallway to find both his and Selena's bedroom doors uncharacteristically closed. Neither door has ever been shut all the time the young au pair's been with them.

He tries to open Selena's door but it's locked so he's glad to find his bedroom door unlocked as he wrenches at the door handle.  Josette's on the bed just as she was when she landed there after the fight but she's no longer crying.

"What's happened? What's happened?" he asks excitedly, "place downstairs is in a mess and look at you."

"Oh Jacques," she cries plaintively for sympathy. "I tried to reason with her but she went crazy and attacked me"

"What? Selena? I don't believe it," he says with a sickening feeling mounting in his stomach that something really bad's happened in his absence. 

"She ripped that lovely pearl necklace off my neck that you gave me when we first met, it was awful, she's so jealous of me having you," Josette lies with incredulous cunning.

"How did this happen? I can't believe she'd do that; she's not that kind of woman."  The Frenchman is furious with himself for letting the two women get into a spat and probably because of Josette's apparent jealousy just as he had Selina on the edge of giving in to him.

He knows that when a woman's in emotional turmoil the last thing on her mind would be erotic sex and he was so close, so close. Has many weeks of deliberately slow hand approach to seduce her gone down the drain?

Josette's sitting up returning to her fiesty mood. "You've got to get rid of her Jacques, she's a trouble-maker," she demands. "Look at the bruises on me and this bite mark, she's a little animal."

"How did this start?" he demands.

"I just told her I wasn't happy with her flirting with you and she went crazy. Maybe there's things about Asian women you don't know yet but she fought me like a little devil; she was really trying to hurt me. I was so shocked I just had to defend myself. 

"Look at what's left of my clothes, she was insatiable ripping my new outfit off me because I'm your woman and I dress better and I'm superior to her."  

"This doesn't make sense Josette but are you okay or is it just your pride that's hurt?"

The French woman fumes at the first hint he's going to side with the young Asian au pair. 

"I tell you Jacques you must send her packing, we've been too long together to let someone so young come between us. She even said sometimes you make her sick the way you fawn over her and wishes you'd leave her alone."

She knows the very thought of that will hurt and that's what she intended as lie upon lie deepens her resolve to get rid of the au pair.

The Frenchman isn't anybody's fool but Josette's cutting remark exposes a rare weakness she knows she can exploit. Instantly Jacques feels his age. He's 50, Selina's 20; has he really made a fool of himself? Thoughts of panic at everything that he's ever said to Selena suddenly flood his brain. Has she just been nice to him to keep her job with a BMW sports car in the offering if she stays with them as their au pair for at least 12 months and meets certain qualifying conditions?  Is this why she's reluctant to 'come to him'? he wonders?  Is Josette right after all? Has he been unfair to his long time lover and is it time to end the au pair relationship?

"Josette I'm sorry whatever happened has happened but I warned you to cool down when I left here to take the car in," he reminds her. "It's just as well our driver Jusuf is bringing it back; I'd hate to leave you two alone again. Anyway, why aren't you wearing any pants? Don't try to tell me Selena took them off you; I'd like to see that."

"She did, she did," Josette complains, showing him two fingernail scratches and a bruise on her waist. "We were wrestling and it was horrible.  

"Jacques please believe me she's not as innocent as you think, she's a bad tempered little hussy and she's out to make a fool of you at your age and split us up. She only wants what she can get out of you."

Josette's cutting words really cut if they count for anything but he's been around her long enough to know how she can put the knife in and twist it in an argument and he's deeply suspicious about her side of the story and just as much hoping she's made it up.

He can have Josette anytime but not Selena; there's a window of opportunity that was opening up at long last but has it just closed? He must keep her faith in him at all costs or his erotic idea of a sexy ménage a trios has been a very expensive gamble gone wrong at the last minute. 

He knows if Selena quits her job now she only walks away with her lucrative weekly wage and bonuses he promised but if she stays the full agreed term and meets certain conditions such as his amorous touches, erotic posing for his camera and massaging him and Josette without their clothes when they ask for it, she's entitled to a BMW sports car showroom fresh and a wardrobe of clothes from casual to fashion wear when she goes. 

Jacques can't imagine Selena, being an orphan and basically broke, giving that up by deliberately attacking Josette yet he's amazed at how his 30 year-old lover ended up almost naked in a simple disagreement with the au pair. If Selena started such a physical fight it goes against her entire character and it must have been one with skin and hair flying for such a mess to be left behind.

"I'm going to see if Selena's all right so don't start anything Josette," he warns.

"Don't listen to her Jacques, she'll say anything to get you to turn against me, "comes her expected reply as he stalks out the door and across the hallway only to find Selena's door still locked.

He knocks loudly and calls out to open it for him but there's no answer. She's inside terrified to let him see her with a black eye and even though she's got into shorts and a tank top for decency she's acting like a nervous frightened cat, unhinged and jumpy.

He raps on the door again but louder and calls out to let him in. "I just want to talk to you," he sings out.  Selena's never disobeyed anyone in her life; she's the complete compliant but for the first time she's afraid of him over what's happened. Making it worse she remembers Josette screaming just wait till she tells Jacques about her ripping off her neck the pearl necklace he gave her and throwing it across the room.

"Selena I insist you open the door immediately!" he shouts and bangs on the door hard. "Now open it now or I'll get cranky with you."

Timidly she does, unlatching and standing back as he barges into the room looking frantic.

"What's going on?" he asks in a more reserved tone recognising that she's acting nervously. Then he spots her shiner.

"My God, did Josette give you that black eye?"

She simply nods and starts to whimper like a child. "I did best possible to not fight but she did push me over three times. Me hit head on the wall and she laugh and kick my shin saying bad things not true."

"Who hit who first?" he asks already knowing the answer.

"Not me, I did want to talk not fight. Me hate fight but she start it pushing me over. Yes me sorry I grab and broke pearl necklace you gave her but she did hurt me much first."

"Listen Selena, pearls are merely possessions they have no feelings. I'm more concerned about that eye of yours. Any other injuries on you?"

"Me feeling sore and she did bite me bad on arm here – look big mark from teeth so I bite her back too and slap her face. We punch many times and pull hair not good but sir, me not start, she did tear my silky suit and damage it bad making me look rude. Me just hit back, not start anything."

He notices after all his seductive successes with her she's gone back to calling him sir as she did when they first met, a sign of her retreating into her shell and feeling subservient.

"Listen Selena, I think you're in a bit of shock, you need to get some sleep and get over this and stop calling me sir, it's Jacques to you"

"Yes sir, yes Mr Pardie, me very upset and so sorry for everything. Do you want me to go?"




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 11



"Good God no that's the last thing I want Selena, I want to see you laughing and happy again. Would you like me to give you tomorrow off?"

"No sir, I mean no, I must work but Josette frightens me. She did want trouble so me not know what to do now, must keep job."

He gives her a reassuring kiss on the cheek and strokes the side of her reddened face. "Don't you worry about that, I will take care of it. Josette won't do this again I promise you."

"You good man like father to me, you make me feel good."

"Selena if you only knew how much I care about you; look I insist you take the day off tomorrow,   just go out on your own somewhere but put your sunglasses on to hide that black eye."

"I do that, you most kind but I get Jusuf to take me to Vis-a-Vis in Chun Tin Road he know how to find it."

"You want to go to the restaurant on your own?" 

She nods.

"Yes sir; it a happy place always. Me first meet you there. I will sit and think of this big man who kiss back of my hand and look at me and make me feel like me his daughter."

"You remember that? It was that important to you?" he asks fascinated and egotistically pleased. 

"Yes much so, no one ever kiss me on back of hand before when meeting, you made me feel like a princess."

"Very well Selena I'll be your knight in rusty armour because at my age I'm not as shiny as I used to be."

Selena smiles, making him feel relieved. "You very fit all over after so much workout, I know you most virile man where counts," she coos. "I see your manhood don't forget; you make me rub you down, you not rusty."

"I'll straighten Josette out, don't let her frighten you, she's just jealous and she can pull her head in."

"Me tell her she not deserve you."

"Oh you said that? No wonder she flew off the handle. Well listen to me Selena, your came here as our au pair and you're going to stay our au pair until the day comes like we agreed  you can one day go your own way and have that wardrobe of clothes and a new luxury car for being so loyal."

Selena beams just thinking of herself one day driving a Beamer. "You keep word for car?"

"Yes of course, if you stay loyal."

"Me very loyal person you know; I try much to please you."

He takes her hand and kisses the back of it like he did when they first met. 

"Now go to bed and I'll tell Jusuf in the morning to take you wherever you want to go."

"You not tell Josette?"

"No you can rest assured; if she steps out of line again like this she'll be looking for somewhere else to live."

He blows her a kiss as he reaches the door and closes it quietly behind him. Selena undresses and goes to bed. In the mere 15 minutes before she drifts off into a restful sleep she's thinking only of him like never before.

NEXT: FINAL CHAPTER - A surprise twist to the conclusion of Asian Innocence Manipulated is in store when Selena catches Jacques completely by surprise and surrenders totally to him in the most unexpected time and place. The real Selena in Singapore will read and approve the author's compelling finale to this partly authentic and part fiction erotic love story before it goes to Literotica. It's no holds barred eroticism and sensual sex that begs to bring out the best in BeamMeUp's writing so if you haven't done it already, save me in your Favourites and make sure you read this February blockbuster ending.



Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 12



Author's note: This final episode about the partly true/partly fictional adventures of the 20 year-old Singapore virgin Selena is, in my opinion, the most erotically stimulating story I've ever written. This series is dedicated to Mia and Meredith in Singapore, without whom there would be no story to tell. Thanks for your understanding and patience.

For more recent readers a reminder that the storyline is based on broad-based events as relayed to me via a third party close friend of the young Asian and embellished fictionally of course where necessary while retaining structure elements of actual events and finally, cross referenced by the actual Selena herself. Enjoy!

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So what does it take to finally push a 20 year-old sheltered resident Singapore virgin into the arms and the bed of a 50 year-old foreigner? That's what wily seducer, French erotic photographer Jacques Pardie keeps asking under his breath as he gradually manoeuvres his quarry, the innocently shy Selena - his employed au pair- closer and closer to real lovemaking.

Desperate to remain a virgin until she finds her own true love she's dodged and weaved around his artful ways of turning her on, inch by inch getting her into erotic situations hoping her mind will give up the fight and come to him.

For a man it's the ultimate conquest when a woman willingly submits to intercourse after being seduced into wanting his penis inside her; for a woman it's the ultimate act of giving of herself, motivated by erotic thoughts in the mind beyond passion. For a young virgin it's entering the unknown, but an answer too, in feeding the strange hunger she feels below after teasing herself all too often about the power and domination of a well endowed rock hard male penis.

For Jacques, forcing her into submission is not winning the battle of the minds; and in this case that's what it is. She must want him and come to him and submit her youthful and beautiful Asian body to him in genuine desire to be taken passionately. She must want to feel the lustful friction of his impressive manhood as it thrusts progressively faster into her vagina, the more sensitive sensations coming from just inside when he teases her in short jabs to her g-spot and the ultimate pleasure when she can feel its entire size fully inside her, squeezing its girth up towards her uterus and creating intense pleasure havoc over the highly sensitive nerve endings around the cervix as two compatible sex organs grind together in the absolute act of love.

But so far she's unashamedly denied him the last vestibule of his male ego, the victory of a much older man successfully seducing a sensual cherub 30 years his junior.

Ironically it's Jacques' own lover, the 30 year-old Parisian former glamour model Josette that unwittingly unlocks the door to his young quarry by accusing her of making him cheat behind her back. In a furious rage of jealousy the older woman screams abuse, pushes, punches and kicks the young Asian until they end up in a rip-roaring catfight of immense proportions and leaving both of them bruised and scratched. (Chapter 11)

Jacques arrived back to discover the jealousy-induced emotional carnage, Josette of course blamed the young Asian and Selena told him separately she only defended herself. Sporting a big bruise under her left eye where Josette landed a good one with her clenched fist, Jacques insisted Selena take the following day off until things cool down in the household. 

The young Asian dresses in one of her new outfits to try to feel better and gets his driver Jusuf to take her to the Vis-a-Vis French restaurant in Chun Tin Road where she was first met Jacques and Josette. To the naive orphanage-raised Singapore girl that meeting was the first romantic feel moment in her life and she's gone back there to find solace. She's can't forget his very first greeting when he kissed the back of her hand at their table and making her feel like a princess. Then the way he traced his masculine fingers so tenderly along her arm, giving her goose bumps of the like she's never experienced and a strange, unfamiliar tingle up her spine.

Selena's emotional and confused as she sits at the very same table sipping on her coffee and swallowing down a croissant wondering what to do next. Her mind's on him and she's embarrassed he saw her with bruises from the catfight. 

One part of her brain tells her he's like a father figure to her -- the father she never got to know being orphaned as a baby and her wanting to reach out to him for tender love while another part of her brain tells her that he's already got a lover and she's intruding on their patch. However, the allure of his masterful manner and his masculine seductive ways entices the inexperienced Singapore girl into feeling she's caught in a fantasy world unable to escape.

But is it fantasy, she almost asks aloud? Memories of how he's made her feel important to him flood her mind begging her to believe it's not just a fantasy between a young woman and a wealthy older man. Selena feels safe and secure around him with his confident protective ways but to the young Asian the Frenchman is also excitingly unpredictable and it fuels her curiosity. His low soft tone baritone voice and his accent make her want to throw her arms around him and give him the kind of kiss she knows he's wanted for past weeks.

People start arriving for lunch-time meals and she feels uncomfortable sitting alone wearing sunglasses inside the restaurant so no one notices her swollen eye socket. She pays for her three coffees and steps back into the midday hot sun in her classy silver ankle strap six-inch high heel shoes with two parallel matching silver straps crossing the bare foot style with a huge fake red ruby stone at the centre point making her look elegantly sexy despite her downcast mood.

On her days off Selena always wears some chic clothes to get away from the provocative apparel she wears inside the Barker Road residence in her au pair working hours. Her smart casual high heel shoes are complemented by her black and silver club wear dress --long sleeves made it the choice this day to hide the bite marks and bruises from her struggle with Josette. 

She looks elegant in it even in the daytime with its plunging V neckline that's cut so deep the eye-catching design feature takes the dress to the very edge of her buxom breast's areolas. Never wearing a bra, she's careful wearing the rather daring dress because her nipples can be easily exposed by any sudden movement to the side. The restaurant waiter wished she stayed for a fourth or even fifth cup of coffee as he looked down the dress admiring her shapely form. He only spilt the coffee once and had to replace it.

Walking down Chun Tin Road for five minutes Selena's daydreaming again and wondering if she should ring her new friend Meredith she met at the BioSkin beauty parlour at Raffles shopping centre for someone to talk to. Then she remembers her bruises and scratches could be hard to explain so she decides against that as she carelessly steps off the kerb to cross the road without looking in both directions.

She's stepped right into the path of a taxi. Bystanders hear a loud screech of brakes and are horrified to see the young Asian's body lying across the front bonnet of the car, her feet just touching the roadway and her two arms spread wide towards the taxi's windscreen. 

A woman witness screams as people in the nearby vicinity rush to the spot. By a miracle she's unhurt, the taxi managed to stop just as it reached the point of impact, forcing Selena --facing the car -- to topple over on to the bonnet. She's highly flustered telling everyone she's all right and eventually the small crowd dissipates and the taxi continues on its way. An unfamiliar voice out of nowhere speaks as she feels a man's hand grabbing her arm.

"Hey you had a big fright, you need to take it easy; I'll take you down to the hospital to get you checked out," the big swarthy-complexioned man drones in her ear and as he swings her about her left breast nipple becomes completely exposed. In her surprise Selena doesn't notice it but the man does with a gloating look on his face, his mouth curled as though he's got his own floor show.

Selena looks up at the total stranger, a foreigner in his early forties grinning at her. "You're lucky my van's right here in this parking spot, come on, get in." he orders, grabbing her dress and making her exposed breast pop out further as he pulls the side part towards him. 

Selena, still in a state of shock after going within a finger thickness difference of being hit by the taxi, sees another man behind the wheel of the black van grinning at her. The first man steers her towards the open sliding door of the van. 

"No, me not sure. Don't know you," she protests and starts to resist. "Me okay, not hurt." She's now aware her dress is adrift of her firm young buxom breast and tries to straighten up but the man just pulls the dress back further until he gets her left side breast completely out of the classy looking dress.

"Big tits too, we'd better get you checked out," the man with the European accent says leeringly. "I'm good at medical examinations."

Selena continues to struggle looking frantically around but unlike a short while ago there's no one close by. "Let go, let go!" she begs and he grabs her this time by the hair tugging her over further.

"Come on you sexy bitch, tarts like you shouldn't be walkin' the street with tits showin' I'll take you somewhere more private," the thuggish aggressor snarls, pulling her closer to the van's open door.

"No! Me not go," Selena shouts and tries to break free. The man behind the wheel of the van starts the motor and shouts to his accomplice to hurry as the first man gets Selena struggling to the edge of the van's open door. She desperately tries to dig her high heels into the last bit of pavement to stop him but they just slide from under her and she ends up on her bum. He laughs hoarsely at her fruitless efforts.

"Let me go! Let me go!" she screeches as he bends over and grapples with her body, lifting her up off the ground ready to shove her into the van. 

"Ow!" she screams out. "Help me someone! "Stop hurting me, let go!" she screams and bites him hard enough on the wrist to make him let go for a moment. The young Singapore girl throws herself back to the footpath, trying to scramble to her feet after landing on her hands and knees.

The big man curses in a Croatian tongue she doesn't recognise and grabs her again, dragging her back to where he had her near the open van door. It's all happening in the space of one minute. The driver revs the engine impatiently.

"You bitch get in and we'll get you fixed real good," he shouts, but sensing she could be fighting for her life Selena summons every survival instinct in her body and keeps struggling and screaming. 

"Let me go! Let me go! Help! Help!" she shrieks, halfway in the van, halfway out. 

"Fuck you, get in," he yells and brandishes his fist in her face but she spits in his eye just as she sees his arm go up to come down on her for a knockout blow to the side of her head.

She flinches, eyes shut trying to dodge but instead of feeling sudden pain from the blow she hears a loud gurgling noise as another man's arm grabs her attacker around the throat in a choke hold, forcing the brute to let go of Selena. 

"Pick on someone you own size you low scum," and with an experienced karate chop to the back of the would-be rapist's neck, her rescuer sends the unconscious assailant face down to the footpath. Selena staggers out of the van's doorway just in time as the driver suddenly speeds off, leaving his accomplice out cold for police to take away.

Through tear-filled eyes Selena throws her arms around Jacques.

"Oh Jacques it's you, me can't believe it, how did you know," she cries, hugging him as tears rain down her face.

"I went to the restaurant to talk to you but they said you left just a minute or so ago and I didn't know which way to look. I went in the opposite direction and coming back I heard two people say that young girl was lucky she wasn't killed by that taxi so I came running this way. You seem to get yourself into so many problems it made me think that's Selena for sure.

"I could see up ahead a man struggling with a woman in a black dress on the footpath and trying to get her into his van and my heart sunk and my blood boiled all at once. I thought it could be you, knowing you put on a black dress this morning. My God, I got there just in time. If I hadn't come to the restaurant those men would have drugged you and...I don't want to talk about it; you're safe that's the main thing."

The shock finally descends on her and Selena breaks down and cries uncontrollably in his arms in the street, the release of fear and joy in mixed emotions. He stands there like a sentinel guarding her as her arms hold him tightly until the crying eases into gentle sobs and she looks tearfully into his eyes. People walk by staring but say nothing assuming it's a domestic situation.

"Please Jacques, oh please take me somewhere we can be alone. Me want to be with you just now, not go back to Barker Road like this," she wails.

He comforts her with a gentle but powerful voice so soft in her ear she feels safe in his arms and desperate to return his affection. 

Jacques uses his mobile phone to alert police about the incident. He waits 10 minutes for them to arrive and take the Croatian thug away. Police take details from Selena and Jacques and at the end of the drama, the police and the attacker gone, he puts both hands on her shoulders and addresses her like a father to his daughter. 

"You are such a creature of beauty, I'll not let anyone ever harm you again," he breathes into her ear but he can tell she's not over her double-edged fright -- almost run down by a car and then almost abducted by thugs. 

"We'll go where you can relax and get over this," he reassures her as walks her back to his Mercedes. Jacques gets in the car and uses the car phone to call the swish Ritz-Carlton Millennia, Singapore hotel in Raffles Place, just 15 minutes drive away. "And make sure there's your best champagne and fresh strawberries in the bar refrigerator," he instructs a man he calls Henri, a French national working there as one of the senior managers. "We'll be there very soon, we're just down the road."

"You know they have hand-picked Tibetan rugs in this place, you'll just love the stunning views too," he says to get her mind off her ordeal and giving her a pat on her knee. He swings the car about and heads into the central business district. Selena leans her head on his shoulder and takes a deep breath trying to relax so thankful to be with him.

Jacques knows this is his best chance ever to get Selena on side and surround her in absolute luxury and in such a private setting where she can forget the frightening experiences she's gone through since her epic fight with Josette. 

"I've texted a message to Josette I won't be home tonight. I've gone looking for you as I think you've run away in fright; that will make her know she should feel guilty the way she lashed out at you," he says with a straight face that she notices seems tense, almost angry.

"Are things bad for me now?" she asks in a weak voice. "My job?"

He looks at her with a frown on his face as if he's miles away. "What? Lose your job? No I'll have none of that, you're too valuable."

They soon reach their destination, the swish 32-storey hotel with massive size guest rooms and raised feather beds. Selena's in awe of the sense of luxury that surrounds her. She thought she was living in luxury at Barker Road being a young woman of simple means and background, but the opulence of this hotel stuns her. 

Jacques knows by doing this he's helping himself too, well aware that a woman will be more likely to relax and embrace a sexual attitude if she's surrounded in such luxury, giving her a sense of something that's not part of her day to day routine and therefore creating a hidden sense of new adventure in the mind.

She returns to the main living area with a big shrug of her shoulders. "It's so lovely, everything so big," she carols. "Me so happy you bring me here." 

He draws her close to him, and gazes into her eyes, his French accent acts like an aphrodisiac to her senses. "Selena you're bruised but so beautiful, I must hold you." 

He takes her hand and gently feels her fingertips. "Your hands, so small, so tender," he breathes almost as if he's whispering to himself. 

He runs the back of his hand slowly across the soft unblemished skin of her face with wonderment written in her expression, and cheekily starts to nibble her ear lobes. 

"Oh!" she murmurs. "No one's ever done that."

He smiles, knowing his quarry is finally in a corral unable to bolt. 

"You're safe now and we're here together; this is your little paradise for tonight and you've nothing to fear, do you understand?" he asks lifting her chin up slightly as their eyes meet. Selena's showing her growing emotion but she nods affirmatively.

"Josette too bad, me with your man now and big chance making him happy special," she chimes in her Singlish manner. "You rescue me from Josette and now you rescue me from bad men. You like good father, wish you could be."

He breaks out in a smile at the absurdity of it and she frowns at him, wondering why he thinks it's funny. He knows though from previous conversations that she looks up to him as a father figure and can make him the image of the father she never knew.

The Frenchman runs his fingers through her hair again. "Do you know even the smell of your hair, so fresh and shiny, makes me want to do things with you and do things to you," he says in a voice that seems to caress her inner senses. "When you get close to me I feel your pulse, your heart beating and when look into your eyes I see a fantasy come true."

Tears fill her eyes again as he holds her close.

"Me want two men -- you and you," she says meaning it. He takes it to mean as a mentor father figure but as a stranger-come lover.

The sound of her gentle, now girlish voice as she looks up to him stirs him deeply and his erection hardens inside his pants. The sound of his voice so deep, so powerful and in charge yet so alluring makes her sensory system come alive after a long absence from lifting her libido and she feels as helpless as a butterfly caught in a collector's net. 

"Selena I want to run my fingers over every inch of your body, so gently you could hardly feel it and do it again from your scalp to your toes until your skin blushes and aches for more." Their faces draw closer and she can feel her heart beating with anticipation. He senses her melting minute by minute. Surely, he thinks, nothing can go wrong now to spoil what appears to be his greatest prize coming his way.

Their noses touch first and she giggles like a preteen getting a new Barbie doll. But Selena's a big girl now and shows it as her right hand drops down to his thighs and she presses the flat palm of it against the inside of his groin, nudging a bulky lump. This is her new toy.

She closes her eyes as she moves her mouth close to his, her moist lips partly open. Her left hand clasps around the back of his head as she feels the strength of his arms closing the intimate gap between their thighs so as their lips make contact, she feels the hardness of his erection against her. She whimpers so softly he doesn't hear it.

Months of pent up desire for each other's physical contact are finally rewarded as their mouths engage in passionate endearment. Their faces never so close, their lips moving against each other's, feeling, tasting, enjoying, knowing this is just the start of something different between them. For all his worldly travels as an erotic photographer this is the youngest woman he'll make love to and at the oldest time of his life.




Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 12



Selena knows about his virility in her once a week full body massage she gives him as part of her au pair agreement. There were so many times as she brought his erection to fulfilment at the end of the body massage that she wondered what it must feel like for Josette to have such a thick eight-inch penis thrusting into her. Selena's heard his French model's loud moans from across the hallway as she lay in bed, deliberately leaving her door open curiously to hear them making love. It was her only safe way of finding out. 

But for all her then 19 year-old desires and curiosity in all those au pair roles, she vowed never to let a man's penis penetrate her until she found her own true love in marriage. For Selena, making him ejaculate at first was an embarrassing chore but it didn't take long for her to enjoy seeing it shoot up in the air and giggle playfully with her fingers still clutching his two and a quarter inch wide shaft. She knows by the size of his testicles why he cums so strongly and with so much in store. Tonight her face will be saturated in it.

Now she feels that same hardness pressing in its vertical mode against the thin material of her dress and she moves her feet apart slightly more to accommodate the impression. Jacques simultaneously grasps her around her tight buttocks, each hand on each cheek, and pulls her in tighter so his erection is locked hard against her just above her pubic bone. 

For a moment he lifts her up off her feet so his hardness presses directly against her vulva. Their mouths also press together locked in exploratory arousal. Only their outer clothing separates them from what each sex organ seems to seek. The 50 year-old Frenchman's not showing his age, just his desire. His years of working out to stay fit in a demanding travel-oriented professional occupation pays off in moments like this. Never before has he wanted a young lover so excitedly and it's because of Selena's total innocence when he first met her, naive and lacking a good education. He may be 50 and she's only 20 but he knows that their bodies don't care one hoot about their age. It's mind over matter.

Selena's tongue slides across his and they dance playfully as if one is trying to catch the other while their mouths hold tight, their eyes close and he feels Selena's hand sliding over his pants between their closely knit bodies, the flat palm finally getting against the weapon-like shape and sliding her warm skin back and forth feeling the size and getting herself wet wanting to feel it in the flesh.

Jacques doesn't reciprocate where many men would. He doesn't go near her vulva to touch her already alerted clitoris; instead he pulls away from Selena's mouth and starts' giving her gentle love bites on the neck. Selena swoons and her eyes show him she's moving towards another zone, one she's never been to before.

"Mmmmm so wonderful, you give me so good," she moans softly in his ear as she squeezes the fat girth inside his pants. "Me so lucky too bad Josette jealous," she says in a voice that sounds shaky with emotion. 

He breathes into her ear and it hits her senses like a fresh cool breeze on a hot day. "Selena my little orchid, I'd like to make love to you in the summer rain in our garden, and for us to feel the raindrops landing sweetly on our bare skin as I push inside you. Smelling the flowers around us in their sweetness and that earthy smell of the water from heaven as I feel our bodies sliding against each other in the wet, your lovely hair soaked and your face shiny and begging for more of me, to hear your soft moans become louder and as we thrust harder and harder together to hear your screams of being lifted beyond the echo in the thunder of the growing storm... you would like that, yes?"

"You and me in garden making love in the rain sound funny but may be possible. Could be many way romantic," she giggles and he can see she's loosening up more and more.

The young Asian leans back and seems to be studying his face and for an eclectic moment a thousand words seem to pass between them yet the only sound is silence.

"Jacques me wanting you so much, take me to bed now....put it in me so hard....show me what I miss in your arms."

If ever Selena said anything that gets his attention this was it. They're the words he almost gave up hearing. Her eyes are fixed on him as he gazes intently at her youthful exuberance and suddenly a mere moment in time seems like half a lifetime.

The Frenchman takes a deep breath and kisses her again on the lips, nibbling her bottom lip tenderly. He's shaking inside.

"You make me feel a young man again." His uplifting tone remains steady, commanding and confident. "You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time my Singapore princess. Yes, I will take you to bed and the girl who came to work for me will become the woman I hope will stay a long time."

"Me feel good with you but bit scared your cock might hurt," she admits, hugging him tightly. "I know so little and you know so much. Can we?"

He laughs affectionately. "Of course. You'll fit me in you, I promise. I can't wait."

"Me too," she replies. "We go now to bed?"

"Selena you know I've waited a long time to hear you say that. We'll make up for lost time I'll never be satisfied until I feel I'm inside you as far as I can go."

"Me too," she whispers back. "Must feel you deep in my belly," she says as he unzips her dress right down to the waistline, revealing her bare breasts poignantly standing out firm and erotic in the muted light. 

"Do you realise Selena that when I see your beautiful breasts my cock gets even harder?" He wants her to get more and more anxious for it and he intends to make her wait longer so she's twice as wet and more capable of talking his solid girth all the way to her cervix without first time pain. 

She answers him innocently. "Your cock gets bigger? How so when it feels big size now inside your pants?"

"What I mean is that it will feel harder and stiffer when it's inside you, that's when you will feel it's bigger than in your hand"

"It gets bigger inside me?'

"Sort of, it will just feel even bigger than just looking at it."

"That must be super then, me hope you right it not hurt."

"Selena it won't hurt, I'll see to that. You trust me yes?"

"Always please do."

They kiss again and it seems minutes go by before he speaks.

"Do you know how a man my age feels when he's alone in a room with such a desirable woman as you so much younger, yes young enough to be his daughter and there's a bedroom so close? We're alone and nobody can interrupt us. Can you imagine how erotic this moment is?"

Naively she shakes her head. "Me don't know what man your age feels but you be very experienced. You like good father, too. You can teach well."

He chuckles softly at the very thought of how her words make sense.

"Selena I can pretend to be your father anytime you like or you can pretend I'm your father any time you like but right now, this minute, this day, this night an ageing photographer called Jacques is holding a sweet young lady who's his loyal au pair helper and she wants him to take her to bed for lovemaking.

He leans his forehead against hers, their eyes just an inch or so from each other as his hands move gently over her breasts, tweaking her thick nipples and tracing a circle around her one and a half-inch wide areolas. 

"Mmmm....mmmm" she moans softly in his ear as her nipples become erect and she squeezes his block-like cock harder through his pants. Her hand's never left the bulge since they first kissed and the size of it turns her on.

He scoops her up in his arms and carries her giggling again into the state room of the hotel suite normally reserved for honeymoon newlyweds. A wide upraised feather bed waits with its virgin-like pristine white covers and impeccable white satin sheets ready to be spoiled by the next sex hungry guest.

Putting her on her feet he rips back the covers and throws off his shirt revealing his broad shoulders and muscled upper arms so often admired by the young Asian. He drops his pants but leaves his spotlessly white sheer Calvin Klein briefs on that make his erection seem twice as exciting as her eyes stay fixed on his manhood's resting place.

He lays her down and undresses her slowly with cheeky licks on different parts of her body that make her wriggle about and his teases continue when he gets her totally undressed, a sight to behold for a man 30 years her senior. 

She's expecting him to put his penis in her quickly but he's got experience not simply lust driving him towards the ultimate quest. He knows his cock will be tight inside her untried vagina despite her being wet from anticipation. He wants to give her erogenous zones and sensitive nerve endings inside greater stimulation from her brain making her desire for sex more powerful than any aphrodisiac. He wants her to be deliriously satisfied.

Selena's so full of anticipation she keeps looking at his impressive erection thinking of the moment it will enter her, and her glances go from there to his face where she sees him looking back at her with a dominant, yet mischievous expression that excites her even further. He's in no hurry to exploit this opportunity by rushing things. 

Experience counts aplenty when a man with a big penis wants to satisfy the sexual arousal and natural curiosity of such a young virgin woman. Jacques wants her time with him now to be an experience she'll cherish for her lifetime. She's so naive to the worldly ways of everything that intercourse embraces in its romantic and equally lustful ways that he'll be patient and make sure she enjoys every inch of his delight by preparing her to feel the sensations of multiple orgasms before and after he penetrates her with his armed and ready brutish weapon.

His hands explore her entire body, caressing down each sides with light sensuous touches that gingerly probe her sensitive reaches as he kneels beside her smiling, his erection in full view of her gaze. He reads her eyes and he can tell she's bewitched by it, the apparent masculine symbolism of power and domination of a well endowed rock hard penis that a woman craves when she's in the right mood. 

The Singapore girl's never felt so powerless laying on her back wondering what he might do next yet happy to surrender her unblemished nakedness to him. From her forehead to her feet she's laid out fully undressed, her well formed nipples provocatively upright make his mouth water.

The Frenchman marvels at her firm breasts, well rounded, fleshy and because of her youthful stage in life and experience, more erotic than lover Josette's. He's studying them as he runs his fingers lightly around her wide areolas. She smiles at him realising how he must be enjoying what he's doing. He plants a wet kiss on each nipple in quick suck session.

"Me make you hungry for sex?" she asks already knowing the answer.

"Yes my peach I hunger for your wholesome innocence; I could eat you, that's how delicious you look."

Selena throws him a perky look, her eyes saving a hundred words as she wriggle her hips with even more body language. A woman doesn't have to explain how she feels -- not when the visual signs are so apparent. She wants him to put it in her now, feeling hot and sexy for his lust and he hasn't even gone near her clitoris yet. 

Jacques is too masterful to give her what she wants so quickly. When a whistling kettle is just getting hot you let it build up more steam to really go off with the sounds that say boiling point. Selena's not there yet. By the time he penetrates her with his manhood she'll be so steamed up with expectation it will make it so much easier for her to 'go off' and achieve multiple orgasms.

Building up sexual tension is his game plan and he intends to take longer with this prize because she's a sexual novice. He knows she'll be impatient once she's turned on by his seduction process of igniting passion with words and touches before he penetrates her but it will be worth the wait. He doesn't want her to be like other sexual novices and have intercourse at the drop of the hat as if lovemaking's only about a man's penis.

This way when she finally releases her sexual tension in orgasms the unleashed desire will be much more explosive. He wants to keep her guessing, wriggling and squirming as he caresses sensitive parts of her lower abdomen and inner thighs; areas she didn't realise were so immediately responsive to sexual arousal. He's like a playful cat but he's deliberately skirting her pussy.

The Singapore girl twitches again and he leans into her ear. "You want more don't you, I can see it in your eyes," he teases. "I'm going to feel every inch of your body first," he says in a low but commanding tone. "There's no part of you that can escape my touch. I'm going to go deep inside you where no man's ever been before. Does that excite you?"

Selena opens her mouth to answer but emits a soft moan instead. She shuts her eyes then opens them again watching the skilful hands of a slow hand masterful seducer on the way to having his way with her. That he's many years older doesn't matter to her, it's the feeling of confidence she has in him, the way he's there to protect her, his always-in-charge persona like a father with his young daughter, his soul stirring gentle ways with her yet his brutish masculine appearance with the kind of broad shoulders and powerful muscular thighs that makes her swoon laying naked before him. He's also ruggedly handsome, a fact not lost on this untried Singapore girl yet to find her true love, yet to be loved intimately.

The moment's closer and she's simmering inside for his majestic phallus. Selena feels out-of-character tingles inside her as his fingers glide across, circle and softly massage her sensitive regions making her purr like a kitten. The scratch by scratch catfight with Josette seems light years away and you'd never know she nearly got run down by a taxi, then groped and grabbed in an attempted abduction. Safely in Jacques' arms she's overcome with gratitude and her emotions give way to him doing as he pleases with her knowing he deserves his pleasure.

His blue eyes seem to sparkle as he watches her every expression, the myriad of ultra slight movements in her face muscles as his hands explore from her head to her toes. Now he's sucking her big toe and making her giggle as it tickles, but in her mind she imagines what it must feel like for him to be suckling her breasts, her engorged nipples waiting and waiting for a passionately erotic meeting of his mouth with her pointy tips.

Jacques slides his tongue up and down the soles of her feet. She giggles again and looks at him like a baby looks up at its mother as she pulls it from her teat. He rolls her over in one quick movement and parts her legs slightly before starting to massage tension away from her shoulder area and neck. Selena moans softly, enjoying it, afraid it may stop any moment and it's all a dream. 

Jacques is enjoying this too, don't worry. It's hard, especially in his cock, for a man not to enjoy the sensuality in private of a very pretty full bodied young Asian just out of her teens when she's surrendered herself to him naked and filled with desire to be taken roughly or serenely, whatever his pleasure. He's got her totally relaxed now and she's lost all the tension she carried in her muscles and nervous system when she arrived at the hotel. She always felt good in his presence but this is something else.

"Ahhhh" she sighs loudly to let him know he's taking her somewhere as he runs his hands up the backs of her legs, tracing circles with his fingers behind both knees and just inside them making her squirm again and her buttocks wriggle about sexily. When the Frenchman gets to her high arcing fulsome cheeks he pauses and takes a deep breath looking at how her vagina presents its full shape like a gift wrap package just for him ever so neatly between her slightly parted thighs. It's a sight sensual enough to bring even a dying man back to full life and as inviting as a banquet smorgasbord to a starving beggar.

But the only one begging here is the young woman with the prize between her legs; she wants every inch of him inside her so she can consume as much of him as she can. In her fantasies about his manliness she'd wrap her legs around him to lock him on never to part for being the kind of man she admires. 

In these thoughts Selena's always caught between a rock and a hard place in identifying him in her heart as two men: one she wished was the father she never knew even though he's French, and the man she wished could be her lover, even though he's got a French model that shares his bed. 

Selena senses he looking at the tops of her thighs now so she leans her body forward slightly and lifts her bum up slightly off the sheets without her movement being too obvious so her pussy sits up even higher with a 'take me' attitude.

A 50 year-old man and a 20 year-old shapely Asian girl naked as the day she was born lying before him in this position isn't just horny, it's erotic. Selena's oblivious to that but she wants him to do whatever turns him on without having to tell him. Jacques reads body language very well and he knows that in the seduction side of lovemaking -- where he is now -- it's the expressions and noises a woman makes that tells him what she wants. When a woman has to tell a man verbally he's already lost her.

His big hands move over her twin buttocks, so firm and fleshy but smaller than Josette's backside. He moves them downwards to where her bum meets her upper thigh and squeezes outwards to part her vagina lips, and then gradually he moves upwards a notch at a time increasing the power of his squeeze until he gets her pussy lips completely separated. He looks as if he's making a photographic imprint of her inner sanctum, the place he's wanted to explore and invade ever since the day he met her at the Vis-a-Vis restaurant months ago.

Selena's inner labia is dripping wet from anticipation, his slow hand massage and teasing touches work wonders on her libido. In her entire life she's never felt so horny, so much burning desire within to be ravaged sexually by someone she trusts so much. The look of his hard cock alone is enough to make her wet so his full body preparation she's almost afloat in natural lubricant juices. 

Selena knows little about penis size comparisons being so inexperienced. She's never been taken by a man - or a boy for that matter - and the only penis she's seen is the eight throbbing inches of the Frenchman kneeling over her now. Massaging him naked back at Barker Road was the main sex education she's had in life where a man's concerned. She's about to learn a lot more about penis power.

"You've got a very sassy derrière," he drawls in the exotic French accent she finds irresistible. "Mmm, so shapely, so tight, so fulsome, and so hot." 

No woman on this earth can complain about a compliment like that. The Singapore girl has no idea how her sexy bum so often turned on the Indian landlord in the 18 months she rented there and how it provokes an erection in a virile man like Jacques when it's seen in something tight, short and clinging.

"Me want you, please," she whimpers and seems to be pressing herself into the bed sheets. He flips her over on to her back again and she adopts a pleading expression watching his hands move towards her vulva. He places his entire hand over her cute curvy flesh and holds it there making her feel the heat from his body. He can feel the soft texture moistened skin of her most private part and he's literally got her in the palm of his hand. His fingers trace lines up and down each side of her fat outer labia making her more impatient for his cock.





Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 12



The little Asian kitten doesn't know whether to purr or meow loudly for his rocket-like rod with the conical head. Jacques explores her pussy like a boy with a new toy fire engine he's just got for Christmas, prising her lips open, nudging her clitoris shaft from side to side but deliberately skirting around her highly sensitive clit bud. Five minutes of sending her crazy with his sensitive strokes, pushing and squeezing her labia about he suddenly drops his head low enough to suck her clit into his mouth. 

He pulls the shaft upwards, stretching it away from her vulva making Selena gasp and she lets out a longer moan to show him she wants him to do it again, and again. Her clit head's sticking out prominently and his tongue goes to it, flicking it about like a fast spinning merry-go-round. He loves the sound of her whimpers and moans but he's yet to hear the sound of unbridled ecstasy from her that he knows will come soon.

He's literally tongue tired from working her up, lavishing her sacred spot with erotic licks and the darting movement of his mouth organ that finds every crevice available to it so he can say he's been there and done that. Selena's hot as hell now begging for it with emotion written all over her innocent face calling out to him to give it to her, give it to her, as she twists her backside about churning up the sheets.

He gets his index finger and the longer one beside it and makes her suck on them. "I'll fuck you with my fingers first my petite au pair and you'll come for me. You'll come because you want to do it for me, you want to surrender your self control to me, to let me have my way with you, you'll be helpless in my hands and when my fingers bring you to orgasm you'll think only of my big cock ready waiting its turn," he says in a dominant tone. "You want to be fucked don't you?"

"Me do, yes, oh please. Do it, do anything you like to me," she pleads. "I want to come for you, I want it, I want it."

"Hold on to your ankles," he instructs firmly speaking like a lecherous lecturer to a student in a sex education class at the School of Hard Knocks. He pushes her legs up, outwards and back so her knees are level with her breasts, her hands holding them up explicitly. Selena -her head on a pillow - gasps as she sees the glint in his eyes as he prises open her pussy one more time, pulling the outer labia away on both sides and tracing a learned finger up and down the open space between outer and inner lips. 

She gulps excitedly as she watches him open her vagina lips and she knows he's got the best of her inside out; all she needs now is to feel his cock bulging its way into her wet passage. 

She whimpers softly like a child as she witnesses her deflowering unfold before her eyes, then draws sudden breath and gasps audibly as his tongue licks around the sensitive rim of her sexy tail making her emit a surprise squeak. Then with his hand upside down he gets two fingers into her sweet spot and curls them back as he probes along the roof of her vagina. She starts gasping in slow breaths just witnessing where he's going. 

Jacques moves his long fingers in a bit deeper and moves them around in a circular manner feeling for her g-spot somewhere on the roof of her vagina. He keeps beckoning his finger tips back but also pressing more firmly first against the upper wall where he finds the soft spongy area filled with erectile tissue under her urethra. 

He presses and slides his finger tips slightly harder into the central area of the wall realising Selena's getting hot as he continues. His probes are turning her on beyond anything before just knowing he's exploring her pussy and it's Jacques himself -- the man -- his own flesh inside her body. She can't help making increasingly louder moans and soft groans as he works on the spot. 

He knows that putting just the right amount of pressure against the roof of her vagina in the erectile tissue area will spark greater sensitivity. He learnt many years ago feeling around there is fine and dandy but the most sensitive spot that forces the orgasm requires a bit harder pressure against the resistance. True to form as he pushes his fingers up against the ceiling in the area, pushing and circling them at the same time, Selena's suddenly taking much shorter, sharper breaths. 

His fingers continue their relentless rhythmic pressure there and it sparks an electric-like current in the soft erectile tissue of the urethral sponge. The stimulation quickly engorges the erectile tissue and the multiplicity of nerve endings there becomes alive and throbbing, sending Selena' mind into a spin. He watches Selena's face as she stares at his hand pressing into the opening, her legs held up high in the air and outwards, her ankles gripped by her hands making her vagina horizontal to the ceiling. 

Her breathing's much faster in gasps and highly audible panting noises as his fingers dance inside building immense sexual tension in her nervous system. The pressure on her g-spot has the young Asian helpless to control her emotions and she looks anxious as though she's got all the worries in the world on her shoulders instead of just taking a magic carpet ride to ecstasy.

"You feel it don't you? My fingers in where they belong?" he asks blithely, knowing she's struggling to cope with her fast rising emotions let alone discuss things.

Her face starts to look tortured and he knows the orgasm's not far away. She keeps looking at his hand going in to her vagina and then looking back into his eyes, then back to her pussy and back to his face continuously as though she doesn't know where best to look as sexual tension takes her magic carpet ride into Cloud Nine and she's feeling she's in heaven.

"Good?" he asks and moves his fingers even faster to bring it on.

"Yuh! Yuh! " she half shouts. "Ooooohhhhh!" comes the muted scream and it's taken him just It takes him just 10 minutes to deliver the orgasm he's always wanted to witness. He delights in watching her pleasure-packed look of pain written on her face as she clutches her ankles in a vice-like grip, moaning explicitly and pulling back so hard it seems she's her hands and ankles are glued, unable to separate. 

His cock's rock hard again at this revelation seeing her innocence laid out so bare and unforgiving for her master's pleasure. Selena's shut her eyes grimacing as the orgasm rips through her senses making her whole body seem to tighten up all over. She feels the tremors of it right through her lower pelvic region and her anus twitches in quick quivering sensations as the pleasure waves rides from deep inside to her erogenous zone extremities.

Jacques smiles but the best is yet to come, he knows only too well.

Singapore girls are ever so sexy and the Frenchman has a prize 20 year-old catch ready to be taken beyond her wildest dreams. This one's still panting as she lets go of the grip around her ankles and lays her head back looking up at the ceiling, her eyes seemingly in a daze. He strokes her neck and face gently.

"You look so beautiful, just like an angel," he whispers as he watches her recovering from an orgasmic storm. "It was nice wasn't it? Better than playing with yourself at night?" 

Still panting slightly as she comes back down to earth from up in the heavenly clouds of unbridled passion his sexy au pair smiles guiltily and nods yes. 

"Me not ever do that so good," she confesses. "You too good. All over me feel tingly nearly get cramp."

"I saw your legs stiffen there, it was good for you to release that tension," he counsels. 

"Yes me feel quickly tired could sleep easy now but give me your cock first," she gushes.

"Selena your pussy begs for my cock, and I don't want to disappoint your cute pussy, so smooth, so bare and so womanly. But you must beg for it, my cock likes his woman to beg for him."

She sits up on her elbows, eyes still slightly glazed, her pussy still throbbing, and looks into his eyes as though she's hypnotised. "I want your cock, give it to me now," she begs with bated breath.

"Where should I put it?" he teases.

"Put cock in me, please not wait."

"Selena, where do you want me to put it?"

"Me not understand. Give me, just put it in me," she answers anxiously.

"Yes my little Asian angel but tell me the place."

"My pussy, in my pussy, put it in my pussy," she replies with agitation, clearly begging for it.

This is what he wants her to do. It makes him all the more excited and her all the wetter watching his powerful erection taunting her. 

"No, it's not your pussy, give me the naughty name for it, the name nice girls don't say," he demands as he kneels beside her face his swollen shaft with the one eye staring into her face. She can't take her eyes off it.

"Where do I put my hard cock where you'll feel it going deep inside you?" 

"My cunt, in my cunt," she whimpers loudly. "Put it in me, put it in me!" 

He does, the first of six different occasions and in more than 15 different positions before they eat breakfast together in the morning. Jacques tilts her back and gets his strong hands under her cute bum, lifting her slightly off the bed and resting the head of his thick girth to the entrance of her vagina. 

Then, teasing her for yet another moment, he lets her go and pounces beside her, pushing his thick dick up to her face. "Suck it first, make it slippery," he demands.

The Singapore girl's sensuous lips quickly close on his penis and she sucks hard and fast, almost in feverish motion she's so worked up. He lets her do it for no more than a minute and whips it out of her mouth and lifts her bum up again.

The head of his rock hard erection rests against outside of her vagina and he holds it there for her to gloat over, knowing his cock belongs to her for tonight and it's not even 4pm in the afternoon. She looks at him anxiously thinking he's teasing her again. "Please fuck me," she pleads.

He urges his thighs forward slightly, and the ramrod phallus pushes wide her slippery and eager inner labia to make way for the two and a quarter-inch thick shaft but he pauses, just allowing the head to disappear out of sight as Selena gawks at it, a very special moment in her life the reason he's doing it in slow motion.

She's leaning back on her elbows looking at what is to her a wondrous sight. 

"Oh look at that, look at that," she utters like a preteen discovering the first signs of breast development or the very first strand of hair to sprout over her bare pubic bone, only this is much, much more momentous.

Then the feeling of immense swelling inside as he pushes it slowly into her, forcing her labia out wide as her vaginal muscles grip the intruding cylindrical shape starting to disappear under the surface like a submarine. He looks at her face, showing a mixture of emotions.

"Oh! I can feel it in me, bigger like ahhhh ...look at it go," she carols, eyeing the hugeness prying open her most sacred place. She quickly glances up, catching him watching the way her eyes dart about in excitement. Now she knows what he meant when he said it would feel bigger inside than what it looks like outside.

She takes a deep breath with a series of sudden "uh uh uh" sounds as she feels it squeezing against the untried vaginal resistance, gradually forcing her walls outwards to accommodate its broad girth, gripping hold tightly to the shape as keenly as a mother could cling to a new born baby. Only his advanced lube preparation on her allows the fat swell inside her to gradually slide deeper with just the right amount of friction to create unforgettable pleasure. 

Selena feels the tight clamping feel of her vagina muscles around him and the dominant pushing power of the penis forcing its way in against the natural resistance of her tight passage. It's an incredible sensation she's never experienced until now and she knows why women seem to go off their head moaning, their mouths wide open sounding off once a man starts thrusting fast into the vagina if it's anything like what she's feeling.

Jacques holds her each side of her body and slides his manhood in slowly to the halfway point then retracts and puts it back in again and retracts but withdraws it completely on the third stroke. It teases her all the more and she tells him to put it back in. He just wants to look at how her inner lips pop out wide and stay open when he pulls his dick out. It's very personal now.

He leans forward and pushes it in slowly again and deeper. Selena feels her pelvic muscles contracting so the vagina walls grip it tightly despite the natural ability of it to expand longways and sideways to accommodate big shaped intrusions. She keeps staring up to where his body meets hers against her open thighs on a 45-degree angle, hanging back on her elbows watching the delight in his eyes. 

Jacques feels the tightness and takes his time. He knows this is her first and he wants her internal lubrication to get the friction just right so she enjoys the thrusting without any pain. Selena's automatically locking on to his penis with the determination of a street beggar picking up a $100 bill on the footpath before someone else grabs it.

He continues to slide it in amid her sighs and uplifting sounds that indicate she loves it really good. He exerts more pressure until it's in all the way and he's up to his scrotum inside her. He wants her to savour the importance of every minute in her first intercourse by adding to the erotica by making her imagination work overtime. 

"My cock's in you all the way and my balls are pressing against your groin, you've got a man deep inside you; it feels good doesn't it?" he says before he starts thrusting. 

"Me feel it real deep, so tight, so good, keep going," she murmurs excitedly. This is what she's read about, heard about, wondered about for so many years and now it's her turn to enjoy sex at its fullest conclusion. He begins the thrusting action, slowly at first to fully engage her vagina's natural expansion when stimulated internally. Selena takes a deeper breath and starts to moan softly as she feels the brute force of his shape as it squeezes its way through her internal cavity's natural resistance on every forward and back stroke. He's got the friction and pressure just right after weaning her to the point he can thrust harder and ultimately savagely to bring her to orgasm.

Satisfied she's comfortable with his cock fully inside Jacques smiles at her and she smiles back in a half grimace as he uses the flexion strength from his muscular thighs to pump his penis into her with increasingly faster strokes. 

Selena's so sensitive to this sudden invasion that feels so good, so incredibly dominating and powerful her head moves left and right making the kind of moaning noises he hears so often from Josette. Women can't help singing the same words in sex; it's just that they come out in different ways, different pitches and different volume 

Within 10 minutes the young Asian's incapable of putting a sentence together to talk to him even if she wanted to as she gasps and groans, breathing faster and needing deeper intake of oxygen as sexual tension mounts. He can see she's enjoying his cock and her wants to keep stimulating her mind to enjoy it all the more.

"I'm turning you on your side so I can fuck you where it feels different," he boasts in her ear, and the sudden withdrawal of his cock makes her feel momentarily lost for the swollen shape filling her insides and stirring her senses.

"Don't stop, don't stop, it was great" she wails but Jacques isn't stopping. He's just making it more interesting.

He gives her a warm kiss on the lips noticing her eyes looking wildly excited as he turns her over and lays behind her. He quickly drapes her left leg over his upper thigh for leverage and pushes inside her again. Her immediate reaction is a cheeky squeal recognising he's back in.

It seems to get better, she thinks, or is it just that the longer he's in her the more she wants it and can't get enough of it? The sexy Singapore girl's outstretched arms reach for something to cling on to as her body jerks from the powerful thrusts. Jacques is grimacing too as the mature man works harder and harder to pleasure her to the fullest. It's old on young, teacher on student, man on girl, and experience on virgin all rolled into one as he drills her hard before he's ready to tantalise he again. 

Selena's voice becomes a continuous chorus of uh uh uhs and oh oh ohs and yyyyeeees' as emotions ride higher and higher as the sensations become more and more sensational, her face contorted but not from pain. He's perspiring: it's a torrid workout when she's less than half his age and he's doing all the work but he needs to. 

Before the morning Selena will make up for it, doing much of the work, screwing around on his cock facing him in his lap and riding him backwards, twisting and thrusting as she grinds her pussy into his erection. Right now however, she's learning what it's liked to be fucked good and proper.

A feeling of complete helplessness comes over her as his cock drives into her making her feel hornier and hornier and desperate to be satisfied but not knowing how. She's powerless and she knows it, but she's enjoying it and her sounds, the facial expressions and the way she keeps twisting her hands into the bed sheets tells him all he needs to know. The old boy hasn't lost it.

Jacques leans over and sucks on her upside nipple so fully erect and tasty and the look she gives him would mimic a mother watching her baby's first time suckling her breast. 

He's got Selena perspiring too; despite the air conditioning their body heat mounts fast in such close encounters of the ferocious fucking kind. He grunts a message to her and pushes her on to her stomach telling her to angle her bum upwards. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back to whisper in her ear. The sudden caveman-like physicality catches her by surprise but excites her even more the feeling he's taking her ruggedly by comparison while she's in a high state of arousal.

"I'm going to fuck you to orgasm now, do you want to come for me?" he announces in a sexy yet lurid tone that sends her impulses racing even more. 

"Yyy...yyyes," she begs between breaths, her puffing getting heavier and harder. He's got it right, he can't make her come, only she can make it happen by mixing mind and matter together in a free-for-all explosive finale.

The position he's got her in now gives his penis the right downward angle to thrust more directly into her g-spot so he doesn't need all eight inches when a blur-like concentration of shorter thrusts will do the job after 40 minutes in action since he first penetrated her.

Selena's so excitable now he could have added an inch to his girth and she'd take it or another two inch or so in length and she'd gladly take it but it's all about direction of his erection now. He's got her moaning loudly and looking frantic in the face as his short lightning fast-like jabs push into the sensitive upside of her vagina until she loses control. 

When it comes she feels like nothing she's ever felt before, the intensity's so strong with his cock inside her it surpasses the sensation of his fingers inside her earlier as the fast rhythmic sensations storm into her brain and get relayed through myriads of messages to different parts of her body, especially her pelvic region where the contractions come hardest making her grit her teeth and moan loudest but it's a cry of elation and ecstasy in confused togetherness.

The wily Frenchman's short of breath too, his nervous system racing as he watches her in a kind of elation that only he knows what it means to a man his age. He's finally fucked his 20 year-old au pair and she's riding high on the shockwaves of the human endeavour between two supple bodies coming together in lovemaking lust. 




Asian Innocence Manipulated



"But he sees so many women better than me in his work why would I have to take my clothes off? I've never had to do that with my jobs and he doesn't want to photograph me surely, I am not a model, I couldn't ever do those sorts of things."

The French woman takes a deep breath and folds her arms. "I will make this simple. Beautiful women, exotic women, sexy women, and very experienced women surround Mr Pardie in his life's work. He wants an au pair girl the opposite to all that. He wants to employ a real girl next door, someone from the suburbs who is not a sexpot or aspiring to get into the porn industry for big money. 

"He wants a young woman pure in mind and deed. In other words, a virgin and even better still, a better type of virgin. Someone very gullible you might say. The choice will come down to you or another young woman I interviewed earlier today. Now will you please undress, as I will be phoning him within the hour to give him my opinions of the two best candidates? I might add that the other applicant didn't hesitate to undress."

"Oh Josette, I'm so embarrassed. How can I do this? It is not like me to undressed and be naked for anyone. It is such a private thing to me. Could you not just take my measurements over my clothes and tell Mr Pardie I undressed for you. I would be so grateful."

Josette throws her head back, smacks her hand on the desk and raises her voice at Selina with a tone of real authority. "You are not listening to me. Now I insist you get your clothes off right away so I can get on with the details or we may as well end the interview right now.

Shivering inside, Selina lowers her head and seems to be looking at the floor. "Well, just this once, I am not someone to exhibit my body to someone else. But I trust you not to tell anyone except Mr Pardie."

"You have my word; here I will help you get that dress off."

She stands in only her white lace half-cup bra and matching flimsy white lace trimmed panties that hold a bulging tight package while from behind, her panties give a clear outline of her tight well- rounded buttocks. The French secretary is impressed. She can see that the wannabe au pair girl has a very neat hairless pussy.

She knows Jacques would be impressed, but she doesn't let on as she unhooks the bra and pulls it away, saying she must get exact measurements. She not only wants the measurements, she wants to see how well they are presented. The panties come off next. Selina is not to know that Josette is bisexual and gets turned on by a nubile body and her young charge is way above average. "Hmm, you are just on 36 inches in B cup bra and mmmm, congratulations on a fine set of tits. 

"Your waist is a weeny bit over 18 inches, so we will say 18. That's cute. Now let's get these panties off you so I can measure your hips on bare skin for true measure. "Yes, that's better. Your proud pussy need not be shy; you don't have to cross your legs for me. 

"Mmm, I see you keep yourself nice and trim my young friend, not even a shadow of hair there. Very pristine, very nice. Mr Pardie likes a woman to be tidy at all times.

"Ah, your hips a lovely 34 inches, so I will tell Mr Pardie he has a choice between a 36-18-34 young lady and one 34-23-37."

The French woman gives her two sharp but not hard slaps on her tight butt, making Selina blink in surprise. "I am just congratulating you for a fine body when I do that, no flab there but plenty of nice firm flesh." She squeezes the baby smooth cheeks with one hand and runs an open palm over the other. "Yes Selina, you have what the Americans call a damn good booty."

"Can I get dressed now," Selina asks meekly. "Yes, I am sorry you had to strip off but at least we know what we are getting if we employ you. And by the way if Mr Pardie decides you are the one, I will give you some very exotic creams to rub over your pussy area to keep it hairless and give yourself a glistening appearance as if you just polished it with wax. I saw many pussies today and none of them were as prepubescent looking as yours and in those little panties your shape stand out like a billboard. 

Selina feels flushed in the face, somewhat embarrassed about her own sexuality, never believing what she has could be any different or better than any other young woman her age, and especially that Josette took so much notice of her private parts.

The teenager is encouraged though, thinking Josette's tone of voice may be an indication she is leaning her way rather than the other rival applicants. "Thank you," she says weakly. "That would be nice if I am lucky to be the chosen one." Inside she is quietly trembling after undressing in front of a stranger, so fearful of being inspected for any imperfections. That's why Josette asked her to strip. She couldn't find any imperfections. 

"Please sit down again Selina while I have a few more questions to put to you. A person's attitude is very important in this particular job, for example, if someone doesn't like doing a chore they may not try their best at it and Mr Pardie is a bit of a perfectionist. But he is also an understanding man so if he know someone is trying hard he will be more likely to restrain his disappointment.

"What are you like at doing things you are not used to or maybe afraid of doing?"

Selina takes a deep breath not wanting to spoil her chances by being too honest about her sheer timidity at the unknown. "In my past jobs when I was shown something I hadn't done before, like how to greet customers at the restaurant and how to give better service I always put my best foot forward. When I was on the supermarket checkout it was strange at first, as I was not used to so many people lining up watching how I do my job but I soon got used to that. It only scared me for a short while. But your advertisement for a young lady to assist the international businessman stated no experience is necessary as training provided so I thought I could make good any lack of experience for my role. If I do not do it right at first, I may be shown how to improve and get better and better with practice."

"Okay then Selina, that's promising. I get the message you are prepared to learn and that's a good sign. However, you have only worked for two other bosses and they were in shops and café places and you don't often get to interact much with those superiors. In this job as our au pair you would be more directly under the supervision of Mr Pardie, a 50 year-old genius in his chosen field. What makes you look up to a boss in an employment situation, and more so in this case as it's more a private job than one in public? 

Selina doesn't have much to go on so she guesses. "I think it's good to work for a boss who looks confident and is really a true master of his trade and especially if he respects me and treats me well as if he cares. Oh, I don't mean romantically, I mean that he would care about wanting to help me be better in everything I do as his au pair girl. I guess I would like to look up to him knowing he is very knowledgeable, experienced in life and admired by other women."

"Well Selina Mr Pardie is not like your other bosses. I know their type. They take no interest in your welfare. Mr Pardie is the kind of man who will take a personal interest in whoever gets this job and will help that person to be better and better as they gain confidence. Does that sound comforting to you?" 

"Oh yes indeed. It is nice to know he is a kind thoughtful man I can look up to as masterful but helpful. I would not want to disappoint such a boss even if some jobs I must do seem very difficult from lack of any experience."

"Finally Selina, this position requires a live-in applicant to be successful. It's the nature of the job that requires you, for example, to be near us morning, afternoon and night and as I said, au pair is one of our family, just the three of us in this case, we French call ménage a trios."

"I've never heard of that term but it sounds very French and nice," the young one grins happily. "Oh, I am renting but only have to give one week's notice to the nice Indian landlord if I get the job. I am sure he will miss me since he said once he would hate to see me leave. At least it's nice to know there are such kind men around and I will miss his goat's milk (laughs) and being so helpful to me without wanting anything from me in return. Maybe I can give him something to remember me by before I go if I get the job."

"Okay Selina, I think that's all I need to know now. Give me your phone number to contact you and let you know the result sometime tomorrow."

"I'll have to give you my landlord's phone. I don't have one but his living quarters are on the other side of my bedroom wall and he will bang on the wall if there is any message and I can go into his place to take your call. 

"Fine. Thanks for applying for the job and I'll ring you tomorrow about midday to let you know who gets the job."

Selina leaves for her pokey apartment full of hope but crosses her fingers she gets the job. That night as Selina goes to bed early full of dreams of what could be, Josette and Jacques are discussing the outcome of the many applicants for the au pair position. 

"This one Selina you say is more special, is that because she appeals to your erotic ways but maybe not what I want?"

"Jacque she is so naïve I couldn't believe it. Not only is this pretty one a virgin, I think she is a virgin's virgin; she was even scared of taking off her clothes for me to measure her properly. She is absolutely pure of mind I'm sure of it just by some of the things she said. 

"Ha, she is pretty gullible too about her landlord. She thinks he is looking after her interests but I wouldn't be surprised if he has a peephole or hidden camera in her bedroom. He would certainly be looking at a junior beauty queen that I am sure. "

Jacques looks at her vital statistics and raises his eyebrows. "This little flower may be from the Garden of Eden, eh? Is her figure as good as it looks on paper?" Josette laughs." Jacques I tell you this young girl has breasts and great nipples and a backside any man would die for, but she doesn't realise how sexy she is. The kid has only just come out of an orphanage so she is quite green.

"I measured her tits a true 36 inches but they seem bigger than that because she is so cute and slim with a rather girlish back. But you would love those raunchy nipples and the way her tits stand up so firm. So firm I am jealous." 

He raises his eyebrows at the prospect of bringing such a nubile young body into his erotic realm, especially if she is as gullible and naïve as Josette says.

"Jacques she even turned me on. She doesn't think she is anything out of the ordinary but my God, she will make you horny too."

" He grins. "So this young lady is not very bright but very cute and likes to please and looks quite sexy eh? Josette, I do not get turned on by just another good body; I've seen so many, but you have that magic I need."

"Jacques, if she turns me on she will definitely make you lick your lips I swear."

"I cherish the thought. But you have not told me much about this second girl you narrowed it down to, why not?" 

"That's because there is no second girl. I made that up to make her more keen to go my way; our way. I knew once I saw her perfect figure unadorned she is the picture perfect girl for our lifestyle."

"So we choose her, eh? You like, I like. It could be fun having her with us if she is as meek and mild as you say. This is a challenge for your masterful lover to educate her in time. We must not rush though or she may want to leave. I must get her confidence so she will do anything I say if only to please me, not herself. Do you agree my little love flower?"

"I can't wait. We French are so wicked."

CONTINUING: In Chapter 2 soon, Selina's clumsiness unintentionally and unexpectedly gives her landlord something to incredibly good to remember her by before leaving to become the French couple's au pair girl where a new destiny of erotic awakenings awaits.