6 comments/ 48413 views/ 6 favorites Seducing a Wealthy Snob Ch. 01 By: GWBosh Jack looked around at the new students in his art class. He was a post graduate art student and already had a bit of a reputation as a painter. He had irritated his professor by choosing to teach in a private academy rather than tutor under-grads at the university. The reasons for this choice were simple: the pay was better and the challenge was harder. That is the challenge of seducing his choice of the students. He had requested a late afternoon class and as usual all the students were women from the up-market suburb where academy was located. About half were blue-rinse widows filling out their lonely days. Jack enjoyed their company, they usually made a surprising effort, and once they had got used to him, responded happily to his banter and praise. Most of the rest were the "trophy wives" of the successful businessmen who could afford to live in this leafy suburb. He knew he would have to be careful here. The biggest risk was that he would not be the seducer, but the seduced. These bored, status seeking women were often only too keen to to have their own trophy "toy-boy". As he gave his welcoming talk, his eyes rested on Frances Barrington and her daughter Kathy. In fairness to Frances she looked more like the older sister than the mother of an 18 year old. The advantage of a personal trainer, botox and money probably. Long dark brown hair, expensively waived, an elegant, high cheek-boned face with a seemingly permanent haughty expression. All her clothes were obviously exclusive labels. Jack had noticed that her designer jeans were tight and showed firm buttocks and long slim legs. Kathy was in the uniform of an exclusive private girl's school. Her mother's face, but softer and the same hair. Her school uniform didn't reveal too much but Jack could see that Kathy had also inherited her mother's legs and slim waist. In contrast to her mother's haughty expression, Kathy's face radiated youthful enthusiasm and openness. Jack recalled the discussion when they completed their course registration documents. They had arrived in a brand new BMW 750 and Frances' diamond engagement ring could be used to anchor a reasonable sized ship it seemed to Jack. "Where is Melanie Bronson, the tutor I specifically requested," was Frances' response to Jack's welcome. "Melanie resigned two weeks ago. I am going to be your tutor. My name is Jack Webster. I'm sure you will enjoy the course." "This is most unfortunate," Frances eyed Jack with suspicion. "You look far too immature to know anything about art." "I am in my second year of post graduate studies and have been tutoring for almost three years." Frances looked him up and down critically and steadily. "I would have expected you to dress more respectably at an academy like this, she sniffed. "I am employed because of my abilities to teach." "And do you have any abilities Mr Webster?" "I try my best Mrs Barrington." "Well, your best had better be good enough. My husband is good friends with the owners here." Then she dragged Kathy forward. "This is my daughter Kathy. The art teacher at St Mary's tells us she is extremely talented. My husband requires that you pay particular attention to her." Kathy's face screwed up in embarrassment, then she followed her mother who had swept away to the classroom. Jack was justifiably confident of his attraction to women. Well, a certain type of women anyway. An artist, with a mop of slightly long hair, he was good-looking with a lithe slim body and had a good line of witty banter. But he knew he would need more than these with the haughty Mrs Barrington and her daughter. Indifference and jealousy might be the way inside Frances Barrington's designer jeans. Each of his classes followed a similar format. First he would talk for a few minutes about the history of art and then certain painting techniques. In this first class he used a print of Botticelli's famous nude painting of Venus to illustrate some of the development of painting in the renaissance. "Mr Webster," Frances' voice hissed from her seat. "Do we really need to have a discussion about a female nude in this class?." "I'm sorry you are upset Mrs Barrington. The content of my talks and the paintings to show were agreed with our executive staff in advance." Most of the lesson was spent going around the class to spend time with each of the students as they painted at their easels. He tried to be scrupulously fair in spreading his time between all students. Sitting next to Frances was Mona Brown. Mona was similar in many ways, the same age as Frances and attractive, although without that extra elegance of Frances. The two women knew each other and obviously didn't like each other, despite the polite conversation between them. First Jack stopped beside Mona and spent quite a lot of time discussing her work and chatting with her. Mona clearly appreciated this attention. Frances thought that she was laughing far too much at Jack's jokes. Jack paused briefly behind Frances. "Interesting use of blue, Mrs Barrington," was his only comment. He then spent more time with Kathy who was, in fact, extremely talented. Her eyes glowed with pride as he praised her work and she giggled at his jokes. Frances stared stony-faced at her easel. The next class followed this pattern. Mona Brown was patting Jack's hand as she spoke to him, thanking him far too effusively for his advice and glancing at Frances to make sure she was watching. "Interesting use of green, Mrs Barrington," was his only comment to Frances as he moved past her to her daughter. "Kathy, you really are very talented." She looked up at Jack, beaming. "Can we have a look at your brush technique. May I show you?" Kathy passed her brush to Jack. There was a fleeting contact of fingers. "Try it like that. See how it feels." Again the brush was transferred, again a touch of fingers. "Let's change the position of your fingers slightly. You really want to feel as though the brush is an extension of your hand." He held her hand with his and moved her fingers with the other. "Thank you Jack, I understand what you are saying," Kathy smiled, in no hurry to escape his touch. "Can you see that Mum?" "Mr Webster. I want to meet you after class." They met in his office. "I have two serious complaints Mr Webster." "I'm sorry to hear that Mrs Barrington." "First. I don't want you to touch my daughter again. My husband will raise this with your employer" "Mrs Barrington, showing a pupil how to hold a brush is important. I have shown three other people this evening in exactly the same way as I showed Kathy. Our academy has strict rules on how to do this and I followed them." "Second, I have paid good money for this course and you have virtually ignored me. You have said nothing apart from "interesting use of blue and green." But you spend all that time with that tramp Mona Brown." "First base!" thought Jack to himself. He pondered for a few moments. "Mrs Barrington, there are two talented artists in this class. The most talented is Kathy, she has a real gift and works hard." Frances nodded. Was that the slightest hint of a smile? "The other talent here is yours." There was a look of surprise on Frances' face. "Not quite in Kathy's class, but each time I look at your work I am really impressed." "Do you really mean that. You are not just saying that because of who my husband is?" There was an almost pleading look on Frances' face. "I've never met your husband. But when it comes to talking about art I couldn't give a rat's ass if he was Bill Gates or cleaned toilets for a living." "I can tell you I would give a rat's ass if my husband was a toilet cleaner." There wasn't quite a smile, but certainly there was a twinkle in her eyes. "Mrs Barrington, You very good at basic techniques, you have a good feel for color and you use your brain. "And," he added with a grin, "an interesting use of green and blue." Was that a slight giggle? "No-one else has ever seen one of my paintings. Not even my husband. I've been too scared to show them." "Ah, a hidden talent waiting to be discovered." Jack decided to take a chance. "Do you have other hidden talents Mrs Barrington?" A fully audible giggle this time, then an embarrassed silence. "So could you please spend a bit more time with me. I can see that you really know what you are doing. Painting really is my passion." Jack appeared to be considering this for some time. "One condition," he said, enjoying Frances' suspense. "Can we get past this Mr Webster and Mrs Barrington way of talking?" She smiled and held out her hand. "Hello Jack, I'm Frances. Can we start again?" He briefly shook her hand. "Hi Frances, let's have a closer look at your wonderful blues and greens." They went back to her easel where they had a relaxed conversation about her painting. When Frances concentrated on her painting and the conversation, her face relaxed. For the first time there was no trace of haughtiness, now there was an enthusiastic smile. There was a transformation at the next week's class. Frances wore a skirt which came to just above her knee confirming that Jack's impressions of her long, slim legs had been correct. Her tight top emphasized her trainer's expertise. Her waist was slim, her stomach flat and her medium sized breasts jutted firmly. Kathy had forsaken her school uniform and was wearing skin tight hipsters and a cut off T shirt with a marvelous flat stomach in between. Side by side they worked intently, occasionally chatting and laughing together. It was only when she talked to Mona Brown that Frances' haughty expression returned. Jack now gave them an equal time to all others in the class. Always professional, always interested and complimenting them both where they deserved it. "Is my brush technique better now?" asked Kathy. "Better, but try this." Jack moved her fingers slightly and had to escape Kathy's touch. At the fourth lesson Frances requested help on her brush technique. For some reason she was a slow learner and it took a number of attempts and rearrangements before Frances was satisfied. Beside her Mona Brown looked on frowning and then insisted that Jack correct her technique also. "Jack, can we meet afterwards," asked Frances. "We've talking about Kathy's progress and would like to discuss it with you." "Sure. My office isn't available. There's a pub called The Dog's Bollocks just down the road. Jack was first to arrive at The Dog's Bollocks, a rowdy student pub, and found a table. When Frances appeared with Kathy she surveyed the scene and her haughty expression returned. Then her face broke out in its now more familiar smile. "God, I haven't been in a pub like this since I was a student. At least there is no risk of my husband finding me here." "Jack, we are both loving your course, it is the highlight of our week. Kathy's art teacher is amazed at her progress." Jack was forced to divert his eyes from Kathy's openly admiring gaze. "Kathy really is very talented." A blush and a stroke of his hand by Kathy. "And you Frances, aren't far behind." A smile and a blush from Frances but no hand stroke. "We would like Kathy to have private lessons with you." "I don't come cheap." Jack took his normal rate and trebled it. "Deal," said Frances shaking his hand. "But there is one condition." She looked nervous. "My husband doesn't want Kathy to be alone with you. Mother comes too." Jack looked thoughtful for far longer than was necessary, leaving her in suspense. "OK Frances, " he mock sighed. "Mother comes too. Seven pm. Thursdays, same place" But his smile gave him away. "By the way, I met your husband at the academy the other day. Is it just me or is he such a pompous prick with everyone?" Both women were silent, then looked at each other and started to laugh. "He is a pompous prick," laughed Kathy. "Except with us," said Frances. "He adores us and let's us do as we like." "Except for you talking to men and me talking to boys." At the private lessons Jack placed his own easel between the two women to do some of his own work as they painted. Kathy sat behind him. "Jack, you are such an awesome painter. Will I ever be any good, really?" "One day, Kathy, you will be better than me. Truly" Kathy put her arms around him from behind for a brief hug. He was aware of her breasts against his back. He stood behind Frances as she sat painting and they discussed on her work. Frances leaned back to look at her painting. Her shoulders came in contact with Jack's loins. Frances took more than a couple of seconds before she leaned forward again. At the next private lesson Kathy had to leave early as she had a school play rehearsal. Jack didn't know who initiated these contacts, but twice again Frances leaned back when he was standing behind her. Again her shoulders came in contact with his loins. Again neither moved apart quickly and neither said anything. At the end of the lesson Frances said she had an hour to fill before she could pick up Kathy from her rehearsal and suggested The Dog's Bollocks. "Time for the home base slide," thought Jack. But this wealthy matron was going to find out that it would be on his terms. He found an alcove which had high walls on either side and he sat with his back to the wall with Frances opposite. "I met your husband at the academy again. He was so patronizing." "I know he is. His whole life revolves around his perception of his own status. He is so boring. And he gets fed up when Kathy and I talk about our classes with you. "Yesterday he said they must be the only thing that interests me," she hesitated. "I think he's right, coming to your classes are the highlights of my week." Frances looked at Jack, expecting him to reply. Jack said nothing, he just smiled at Frances. Frances, slightly unnerved by his silence, smiled back. "God, have I said too much?" she wondered. Jack leaned across the table and cupped her left breast in his right hand, still smiling gently, still silent. Frances' instinctive reaction was to remove his hand, then she hesitated, looked around to see that her modesty was safe with the high walls, and gently placed her hand on his, holding him to her breast. She now looked earnestly into his smile. "Say something, please Jack." "Go to the rest-room and take off your bra and knickers." Frances started to say something. "Now!" Frances squeezed his hand to her breast, stood up and leaned across and gently kissed Jack's hair and walked to the rest-room. Frances had a lovely confident smile as she walked back. She was aware her blouse was tight but she had good reason to be proud of the youthful uplift of her breasts. She sat opposite Jack and placed his hand back onto her breast. "Satisfied Master?" "I need to be sure." "But you can feel, surely?" "I need to be sure." Frances picked up her handbag to show him her bra. "Frances, make me sure." He was looking steadily into her eyes. Frances looked at the walls protecting her, looked equally steadily into Jack's eyes. Then she undid all of the buttons of her blouse and drew back the sides to fully expose her torso. Her breasts were youthfully firm and uplifted. Jack's favorite size, a little more than a handful. Her brown, peaked nipples seemed to point directly at Jack. Frances saw his adoring gaze and was happy. She again lifted his hand and placed it on her now naked breast. "Satisfied Master?" "Frances, I knew you would be beautiful, but I never imagined as beautiful as this. One day I shall paint you." He withdrew his hand to drink his wine. Frances did not cover herself, but leaned forward, elbows apart on the table, chin on hands, smiling at this extraordinary man, little more than half her age. She couldn't remember ever being as sexually excited. "Frances, I need to be sure about your knickers." "Jack, please." "Frances, you know you are beautiful, you can see that I worship your beauty." Frances half sat up from the chair and hoisted the back of her skirt, before sitting down with her naked bottom on the seat cushion. She then lifted the front of her skirt to her navel. "Push your chair back and move your bottom right to the front of the seat." "Now lean back and part your knees." Frances hesitated. But then she looked at Jack's face and saw that he was looking at her body with admiration and adoration. She did as she had been told. Her trimmed pubic hair revealed the shape of her pubic mound and external genitals and her beautifully firm and shapely upper thighs were on full view Never did she feel more thankful for the hundreds of hours spent at the gym and running through the park. "Thank you, beautiful Goddess, you may move your seat forward and sit straighter. But please, do not adjust your skirt and keep your knees apart." Frances did so. "You can do up your blouse if you want to." Frances looked at Jack but did not button up her blouse. She did not feel she was lewdly displaying herself. She felt erotically feminine and was luxuriating in the enjoyment her body was providing. Instead she pursed her lips in a kiss at Jack and idly stroked his hand. For the first time in her life she felt earthily, fundamentally, primitively, proudly sexual. She felt urges in her body she had not felt before. She knew her vagina was moist. "Frances, you have a body almost all teenage girls would envy." "If anyone had asked me an hour ago, would I be sitting here, loving you looking at my bare breasts, with my skirt above my waist, I would have said they were mad. "God, Jack you can make me do things my mind rebels against. And what is just as strange I get so excited doing it." "Frances, before we meet again you need to understand some rules." She moved his hand to her breast and nodded. "Number one. You are never to wear a bra in my company." "Yes, Master." "Number two. When it is only the two of us, you will always wear a skirt or dress and no knickers." "Yes, Master." "Number three. When you can do so without anyone else seeing, you will sit as you are now." "Yes, Master." "Number four. You will get a complete Brazilian. Not a single hair on your pussy." "What about my husband?" "That's your problem. I suggest you get him to ask for it." "Yes, Master." "Number five. I am in charge of all things sexual. You are to ask for nothing. You are to refuse me nothing. If you fail to do this you will be punished." "How will you punish me?" she smiled, surprised to feel a little thrill. "That is for me to decide." "Any questions." "No Master." "We will meet here next Tuesday at 7." "I have a dinner date next Tuesday." "That is disobedience. You will be punished." "Yes, Master." At next Monday's public art class Jack was interested to see if Frances had reconsidered. He knew she was a proud woman and had probably never been spoken to, as he had, in her life before. When Frances and Kathy arrived there was no obvious sign on Frances' face of any reaction at all to that evening at The Dog's Bollocks. She was friendly and smiling but no hint of intrigue or secret shared between her and Jack. However, when Jack walked over to her easel Frances leaned back and put her hands behind her head. Jack could now see the shape of her nipples against her blouse. "I see you have been following my instructions," said Jack, apparently studying her painting. "Yes, Master," she whispered in a giggle. But not quietly enough to prevent Kathy from hearing. Kathy immediately collapsed into giggles of her own and Jack could see by the bouncing inside her singlet that she was also had no bra. Seducing a Wealthy Snob Ch. 01 "Must be some contagious family failing," he mused to himself, but noted it for future reference. "And my fourth command?" Taking care that her daughter couldn't hear Frances whispered. "Well, Bob wasn't wildly excited but eventually agreed after I showed him some pictures. I go for a touch up tomorrow morning. "Are you sure you want all the hair removed, not even a little triangle?" "Brushes are for art, not for you to hide behind, Frances." They both laughed. Kathy looked across smiling, although she didn't know the reason for the laughter. Mona Brown looked as though she had lost a winning Lotto ticket. Jack was first at The Dog's Bollocks the following evening. There was no alcove free so he reserved one with the barmaid and took a table in the open area. When Frances arrived her smile was radiant and glowing. Jack contrasted that with the pinched haughty look she had only a few weeks ago. She didn't sit down straight away. "Excuse me Jack, I'm overdressed." She went to the rest-room and removed her knickers. Since they were last here Frances had given some thought as to why she was coming. Obviously it was crazy. She was taking a huge risk with her marriage, she was with a man 17 years younger who was dominating her in a way she could not have imagined herself agreeing to. But there was absolutely no doubt in her mind. She was now more sexually excited just seeing Jack in class than she ever was in bed with her husband. During the intervening days she had fantasized about Jack looking at her naked body, at feeling his intimate touch and most of all about her being made to do things she had always felt were taboo. She didn't know what they were, but that made it more exciting. She had been a virgin when she married and had never had an affair. She supposed that her sex life had been exciting at some stage with her husband. She couldn't remember any such events and it certainly wasn't exciting now. She had only ever come to orgasm by masturbation, never with her husband. But in the recent years even those events had become very infrequent. Frances looked around. "Do you want me to lift my skirt out here?" she asked. "Well, I'm sure all the male patrons would say yes. But your pussy is only for me." A few minutes later their alcove was available. Frances needed no prompting to unbutton her blouse. Again she looked at him earnestly, but loved his expression of delight. "I hope you will like my Brazilian, Master. I think it is beautiful, even if I am saying it myself." She half stood up to lift the back of her skirt, then sat down right at the front of her seat and parted her legs. Then, with a look of pride mixed with anxiety, she moved her chair back and reclined. Jack was in awe. The Brazilian was obviously the best that money could buy. Frances' puffy outer labia were displayed in perfection, her clitoral hood showed prominently. "Show me your inner lips, my lovely Frances." Carefully she spread her outer labia and the glistening thin, pink inner folds were opened for Jack's delight. He took her hand. "Frances, every new part of you seems to be more beautiful than I could imagine." And he licked the fingers she had used to open her intimacies to him. "And your taste is divine." Luxuriating under his reverent gaze and beautiful words Frances relaxed, her eyes closed. "Thank you Frances. Your body has just started on its long journey of being worshiped." She made herself decent and they walked the five minutes to Jack's modest apartment. It was in an older building but Jack loved its high ceilings, wooden floors and enormous windows. When they went inside Jack pointed to a floorboard just inside the entrance. "Rule number six. When we are in here alone you must be completely naked past this point. No clothes, no jewelry." "Yes, Master." Frances took off her shoes, her remaining two garments and her enormous diamond engagement ring and wedding ring and gave them to Jack. She was a little disappointed as he did not take her into his arms and make love to her. "And no make-up. There's the bathroom." Frances went and cleaned all the make-up from her face. "Frances the real you is even more beautiful" She was aware of his admiring, non-sexual gaze. "Rule number seven. Language. "This is not an upper class suburb. Here we do not make love, we fuck. Here this is not your vagina, this is your cunt." He gently stroked her pussy. "And I do not have a penis, I have a cock." "Frances, take off my clothes." She did so, loving the sight and feel of his lean muscled body. Her hands drifted over his flat abs and hard pecs. "Frances, kneel down and suck my cock." Frances was doubly dismayed. First, this wasn't the collapsing into his arms for the passionate sex that she was craving. Second, she had always refused her husband's early requests for this and now he had given up asking. "Jack, I have never wanted to do that. I have never done it." "Kneel Frances. I will help you." Fighting herself Frances did so. "First, kiss my knob." She did but it was just a fleeting peck. "Explore with your tongue. The rim around my knob is beautifully sensitive, lick around there." Frances was desperate to do things correctly and in her concentration, her revulsion reduced a little. "Now the slit at the end and especially the rough skin just underneath." Concentrating, Frances did so. Jack writhed and groaned in pleasure. Frances felt a little surge of pride that she had achieved this. "Frances, you are doing so well. Now lick a lot of saliva onto my knob and put it in your mouth." Frances' inhibitions were now being overcome by her desire to please Jack and also by straight out curiosity. His knob was firm, but spongier than she expected. With it in her mouth she still used her tongue to pleasure him. She experimented over the areas he had talked about. Again she was rewarded by his groans of delight and instinctively cupped his testicles in one hand, holding his shaft with the other. "Facially fucking Frances, you are fantastic. Now suck. There are two rules on sucking. One, you can never suck too hard. Two, use variety." By now she was an enthusiast. It had clicked in her mind. Not only was his cock there to give her pleasure, it was there so that she could give him pleasure. The more he groaned and writhed and stroked her hair and breasts, the keener she was to bring him delight. Frances released almost all his knob from her mouth and kissed and sucked on the very tip, her tongue playing in his slit. "Oh Frances, Frances, my face fucking Frances." "Now go down the shaft as far as you can, but don't make yourself uncomfortable." God, she wished her mouth was bigger. She loved this masculine intruder in it. She reveled in the strength and size of his cock, her power over it, her delight in giving to this wonderful man. Up and down, sucking hard, sucking gently, she could feel his excitement mounting. At the start she had dreaded the prospect of his coming in her mouth, now she wanted nothing more. Jack's groans grew deeper, he held her hair so tightly it would have hurt at any other time. His other hand squeezed her breast harshly. With joy Frances felt his buttocks brace, his cock thrust further into her mouth, his load shoot into her throat. She sucked every drop. "Just gently now, it's very sensitive. She squeezed the tube on the underside of his penis and swallowed all his come. Afterwards Frances felt strange. God she had loved that, his size, his taste, his delight at her. But although he gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek, there was no passion, little affection even. Instead he had asked her to get some wine from the fridge then to lie on the floor in front of him as he sat on the sofa. Her feet were towards him and at his instruction her legs were parted and her knees raised opening all her genitals to his gaze. He had given her some cushions so she could sit up a little. "Frances, you were magnificent, a wonderful oral lover," he said as he sipped some wine. "Thank you Jack, it was so lovely to make you happy. I feel as though I have wasted the last 20 years." "I think you will find that out in more ways than one," Jack said. Now that she was relaxing mentally, she was enjoying her blatant exposure. She could tell he was worshiping her intimacy and her beauty. She felt more erotically feminine than ever before. However her comfort was disturbed when she saw him frowning. "Frances, it is time for discipline. There are two matters. At the pub the other time you did not agree immediately to come her tonight. This evening you protested initially about sucking my cock." Frances started to feel nervous. "You may leave now, or at any time, but if you do, you will never come back." Her nervousness increased, but it was impossible for her to leave. "In the kitchen in the second drawer there is a plastic spatula. Bring it to me then kneel on the floor. As if in a hypnotic trance Frances went to the kitchen then knelt on the floor. "Shoulders right on the floor." "Knees together. Point your bum at the ceiling." "I must be mad," thought Frances. "I'm one of society's movers and shakers, but I'm doing this in front of a bloody student." "This will hurt." THWACK. The spatula whacked onto her left buttock. The pain was unbelievable. Frances heard herself shriek in agony. It was all she could do to stop sobbing. She felt humiliated mentally and physically. Yet when he said "Come here Frances," she leaped into his arms and held him as tightly as a drowning woman would hold a life jacket. Now she felt the joy of his kisses, of his tongue exploring her mouth, of his beautiful hands tenderly stroking her body. Tears of relief, of pain, of lust ran down her cheeks as he gently sucked her left nipple and massaged the welt on her bottom. Frances parted her thighs as Jack's fingers moved to her pussy. She gasped as she felt him titillate her labia, she could not believe the sensation as his fingers aroused her clitoris. "AAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," her orgasm caught her by surprise. Jack had hardly touched her yet she had lost control of her loins into writhing, bucking ecstasy. Before she had recovered she was only vaguely aware of his fingers entering her vagina. She felt them explore her inner labia, her vaginal canal, her cervix and then move on the top of her canal just inside. The sensation on her G spot was totally new to her, the excitement caused her to lose awareness of everything except these fabulous sensations. She felt a strange squirting from her vagina as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Frances was given no opportunity to recover. Gently Jack laid her on her back, a cushion under her head and another under her buttocks. His head was between her thighs before she realized what was happening. Another taboo. Her husband had never tried to do this and she certainly hadn't felt like asking. Jack now had a finger in her vagina on that wonderful, wonderful G spot and she felt his lips sucking her clitoris. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," Frances groaned as her pleasure mounted. "Ah Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Oh my FUCKING CUNT." His face moved up to her, kissing her, exciting her nipples with his fingers. Frances felt his cock enter. She had a desperate urgency to be filled by his masculinity and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Fuck me Master. Fuck me as hard as you can with your fucking great cock." And she felt his engorged member plunge into her cervix. Frances thrust her hips up each time he drove into her, trying to take him deeper and deeper. Then Jack's rhythm changed to a softer slower speed. Frances was momentarily frustrated because she wanted him hard and deep and strong. But then she felt the pleasure mounting irresistibly from her G spot. Her orgasm was coming again. Vaguely she wondered if she was a slut to have lost all self control, to be surrendering herself to this cock and the delights of her own flesh. She couldn't answer as yet another orgasm stopped all conscious thought of everything except her heaving loins. Now she just surrendered her body to Jack as his pounding became more frenzied. She felt one of his fingers enter her anus, another old taboo now gone, but now she wished there were more. She heard Jack grunt as he pounded. The base of his cock rubbing her clitoral hood and her ecstasy started to bloom again. Frances felt Jack's orgasmic final thrust into her and heard his animal grunt. Her own orgasm seemed to burst all the way from her pubic bone, through her cervix to her anus. Frances sat on the sofa with Jack lying his back, his head on her lap. She was leaning over as he gently sucked her nipples. She supported his head with one arm and fondled his scrotum and flaccid cock with her other hand. Tears flowed down Frances' cheeks. Tears because she loved the feeling of his lips on her nipples. Tears because she lamented her lost years of barren sexuality. Tears because she was afraid of this a new world she was now entering, where all her previous security would not exist. Tears because because her body was still humming from her orgasms. TO BE CONTINUED...