by Ray Gordon
‘How the hell do you know about that?’
‘Like you, Deborah, I’m not stupid.’
‘You’re not, are you? To answer your question, I won’t be going into business with him. I’m going to set up on my own.’
‘So am I,’ Sheena said proudly.
‘Doing what?’
‘I have a little business plan. But I can’t tell you what it is.’
‘I can guess what it is. Oh well, I might see you around some time.’
‘Yes, maybe.’
Sighing as the woman walked away, Sheena thought it ironic that everyone seemed to know what everyone else had been up to. To think that Deborah had known about Sheena and Rod from the day they’d met in the pub was incredible. And George had known what Sheena had been up to with Charles in the hotel and . . . Trying not to think of the past, Sheena finished her coffee and walked aimlessly in the direction of the park.
Her phone rang several times as she sat on a bench beneath the summer sun, but she ignored it. Her thoughts turning back to Deborah, she thought about how well the woman spoke. She was a slut, she was into porn pics, but she came across as sophisticated. Even Nat had amazed Sheena with her posh voice. She’d also impressed Raymond, which had annoyed Sheena. When her phone rang again, she turned it off then parted her thighs and displayed the triangular patch of her white knickers as she noticed a middle-aged man approaching. Deciding that she might as well try to earn a little cash, she smiled as he walked past.
‘All alone?’ he asked her, stopping and gazing at the bulge of her tight knickers nestling between her naked thighs.
‘Yes, I am,’ she replied.
‘My name’s Jim. Mind if I sit with you?’
‘I’m Sheena. I don’t mind.’
‘You look sad. Is there anything wrong?’
‘I borrowed some money from my friend and I can’t pay it back. My dad will go mad if he finds out. I don’t know what I’m going to do.’
‘How much did you borrow?’
‘Fifty pounds. I borrowed it because my boyfriend needed it. Now he’s left me and I’m at college so I don’t have any money and . . . I just don’t know what to do.’
‘Perhaps I could help you.’
‘How?’
‘I’ve got plenty of money with me.’
‘How does that help me? You’re not going to give me fifty pounds, are you?’
‘I could. But I’d want something in return.’
‘Like what? I haven’t got anything.’
‘I’m sure you have, Sheena.’ He gazed at her naked thighs again and grinned. ‘You have something that I’d love to look at.’
She looked down at her legs and then frowned at him. ‘Do you mean you want to look at my . . . No, I don’t think so.’
‘Why ever not? It’ll be the easiest fifty pounds you’ve ever earned. Come into the trees with me and take your clothes off, and I’ll give you the money.’
‘What?’ she gasped, holding her hand to her mouth. ‘You want me to take all my clothes off?’
‘I just want to look at you, Sheena. Let me look at you, and I’ll give you the money.’
‘No, I – I can’t.’
‘Don’t be so silly. It’ll only take a few minutes and then you’ll be able to pay your friend back.’
She bit her lips and sighed. ‘Well, I – I suppose I could,’ she allowed, trying to look anxious. ‘You only want to look, don’t you?’
‘Yes, of course. It’ll only take ten minutes and your problem will be solved.’
‘All right,’ she agreed, leaving the bench and walking towards the trees.
He followed her, eyeing the backs of her shapely legs as she took a narrow path into the woods. This was easy money, she thought happily as she stopped in a small clearing. Turning and facing him, she knew she could earn a small fortune from her young body. She didn’t need Rod or his family to better her life. She had all she needed between her legs to earn more than enough money.
She dropped her handbag on the ground and unbuttoned her top as the man watched, then opened the front of the skimpy garment and exposed the firm mounds of her braless breasts to his wide eyes. He licked his lips and adjusted the crotch of his trousers as she slipped her top off her shoulders and dropped it to the ground. Focussing first on her elongated nipples, he lowered his gaze to the smooth plateau of her lower stomach as she tugged her skirt down. Imagining taking fifty men into the woods every day as she stepped out of her skirt and stood with her feet wide apart, she knew that this was the business to be in. It’s so easy, she thought proudly, showing off her tight knickers as he knelt before her.
She knew his cock would be as hard as rock as he moved closer and gazed at her sex crack, clearly outlined by the tight material. Finally slipping her knickers down, she concealed a grin as he stared in disbelief at the hairless lips of her young pussy and let out a rush of breath. There were dozens of men who’d pay to see her young body, she thought as she allowed her knickers to crumple around her ankles. If she rented a decent flat and went into business with Nat, she was sure they’d soon build up a huge list of eager clients. It wasn’t the lifestyle she’d really wanted, but needs must.
‘You’re so young and beautiful,’ he breathed, his eyes transfixed on her puffy outer labia, rising to either side of her tightly closed sex crack. ‘God, it’s been years since I’ve seen a bald pussy. You’re an angel.’
‘What about the money?’ she said softly. Clasping her hands and concealing the most private part of her naked body as if she were embarrassed, she hung her head. ‘Can I get dressed now?’
‘All in good time,’ he replied. ‘Tell me, do you masturbate?’
‘No,’ she gasped as if shocked.
‘You’ve never touched yourself?’
‘No, I – I haven’t.’
‘You said that you had a boyfriend. Didn’t he do anything to you?’
‘I wouldn’t let him touch me. That’s why he went off with another girl.’
‘So are you saying you’re a virgin?’
‘Yes, I am. Can I get dressed now?’
‘Yes, in a minute. Have you never touched a boy’s cock?’
‘No, I haven’t. My boyfriend wanted me to but . . .’
‘Sheena, would you allow me to touch you?’
‘No, I . . .’
‘Fifty pounds is a lot of money. Surely you’ll just let me touch you?’
‘Well, all right.’
As he reached out and stroked the bald lips of her teenage pussy, Sheena felt her young womb contract. She knew he’d do more than touch her, and she grinned as he moved forward and kissed the smooth cushions of her succulent outer lips. She was irresistible, she realised as he ran his wet tongue up and down the opening crack of her teenage vulva. Her pussy certainly was – it was worth a fortune. Wondering how many men she could entertain each day, she reached down and parted the smooth lips of her pussy, offering her gaping vaginal entrance to the man’s tongue. He breathed heavily through his nose and clutched her naked buttocks as he slipped his tongue into the creamy-wet heat of her young vagina. Sheena reckoned he’d want to drive his solid cock deep into her tight pussy before he left.
‘Do you like that?’ he asked her as he lapped up the hot milk flowing from her open sex hole.
‘Yes, yes, I do,’ she gasped. ‘No one’s ever touched me before and . . . It’s amazing.’
‘Would you like to have an orgasm?’
‘I’ve never had one, so . . .’
‘I’ll give you your first-ever orgasm,’ he said proudly. ‘Once you’ve had one, you’ll want a thousand more.’
Sucking her erect clitoris into his hot mouth, he snaked his tongue over its sensitive tip and managed to drive two fingers deep into the tight shaft of her teenage vagina. Sheena let out a rush of breath, her legs sagging as waves of sexual ecstasy rolled through her trembling body. She must have had a million orgasms since she’d discovered her clitoris. But she liked playing the
role of an innocent little virgin girl, and the man was obviously enjoying teaching her the delights of oral sex.
Her orgasm welling from the depths of her contracting womb, she clung to his head as her pleasure exploded and rocked her young body deeply. Rod and his family could go to hell, she thought dreamily as her vaginal juices streamed in torrents down her inner thighs. She didn’t need them or their money. She was young and sexy, she had what older men wanted, and she intended to exploit her feminine wares to the full.
Her orgasm peaking as the man massaged her hot inner flesh and sucked on her pulsating clitoris, Sheena parted her feet wider to allow him better access to her yawning sex crack. The slurping and sucking sounds of illicit sex resounding around the trees, he sustained her mind-blowing pleasure as she trembled and whimpered. He knew exactly what to do, she thought as he sucked her clitoris and squeezed the erect protrusion between his lips. Lapping at her slit, he fingered her spasming vaginal sheath until her legs crumpled beneath her trembling body and she collapsed to the ground, writhing in the aftermath of her orgasm.
‘You’re beautiful,’ the man breathed, kneeling beside her and squeezing the firm mounds of her petite breasts. ‘I’ve never known a girl like you. We must meet again, Sheena. Please, tell me that we can meet again.’
‘Yes, yes, we will,’ she gasped, still reeling after her amazing climax as he pinched and twisted her sensitive milk teats.
‘You’re so young and innocent. I can teach you things, Sheena. I can teach you about sex and . . . I’ll teach you everything if you meet me here regularly.’
‘And pay me?’ she asked him, her pretty mouth smiling as she recovered from her mind-blowing orgasm.
‘Well, I . . . Yes, yes, I’ll give you money.’ He reached into his trouser pocket. ‘Here’s the fifty pounds,’ he said, passing her the cash.
She stuffed the notes into her handbag and smiled. ‘Thank you, now I’ll be able to pay my friend back. So, what sort of things will you teach me?’
‘We could start now,’ he said eagerly. ‘I’ll teach you how to suck my cock.’
‘Suck it?’ She propped herself up on her elbows and frowned. ‘You mean, put it in my mouth?’
‘Yes, that’s right.’
‘No, I don’t think I want to . . .’
‘Just try it, Sheena,’ he persisted, kneeling beside her and unzipping his trousers. Holding his solid cock by the base, he retracted his fleshy foreskin and smiled. ‘Go on, I’m sure you’ll like it.’
Sheena concealed a grin as she parted her pretty lips and sucked his purple knob into her wet mouth. Running her tongue over the velveteen surface of his swollen globe, she breathed heavily through her nose and savoured the taste of his salt. He gasped, his eyes rolling as she took his huge knob to the back of her throat and sank her teeth gently into his veined shaft. How many men had fucked and spunked her mouth? she wondered in her wickedness as she grabbed his rock-hard shaft and moved her hand up and down its length. How many more cocks would she take into her mouth? Would Rod’s be one of them?
As Sheena sucked and gobbled, the man’s spunk came quickly. The creamy liquid bathed her snaking tongue, jetting to the back of her throat, and she repeatedly swallowed hard as he gasped and trembled in his illicit ecstasy. This was easy money, she told herself again as he held her head and rocked his hips. His throbbing knob battered the back of her throat as he fucked her pretty mouth until his balls drained and his cock finally began to deflate.
‘You were excellent,’ he groaned shakily, his wet penis slipping out of her spermed mouth. ‘God, you were perfect.’
‘I’ve never done that before,’ she whispered, wiping her spermed mouth with the back of her hand.
‘Did you like it.’
‘Well, I – I don’t know. I suppose it was quite nice.’
‘We must meet here again, Sheena. We’ll meet every day and . . .’
‘Every day?’ she echoed, her blue eyes frowning. ‘Can you afford it?’
‘It won’t be fifty pounds each time, will it?’
‘Yes it will,’ she replied, grabbing her clothes. ‘Or don’t you think I’m worth it?’
‘No, no . . . Of course you’re worth it. It’s just that fifty pounds is a lot of money.’
‘I have to go,’ Sheena said as she dressed. ‘I must go and pay my friend back.’
‘But . . . Tomorrow, can we meet tomorrow at the same time?’
‘All right, we’ll meet here tomorrow.’
‘You’re not . . . I mean, you don’t charge men for sex, do you?’
‘I’ve never been with anyone. You’re the first man, I promise you.’
‘That’s good. I’ll get some cash out of the bank and see you tomorrow. Have you got a phone number?’
‘No,’ she lied remembering that she’d switched her phone off. ‘I must go, OK?’
‘Stay and talk to me for a while.’
‘I can’t, I have things to do.’
Sheena grabbed her handbag and left the woods. She noticed a man sitting on the bench. He was wearing a suit with a white shirt and tie, and she reckoned she could lure him into the woods and take his money. The taste of sperm lingering on her tongue, she again pondered going into business with Nat as she hid behind a bush and watched her client leave the woods. They could earn a small fortune and afford a decent car as well as a flat. She switched her mobile phone on, and was about to approach the man on the bench when she had a call.
‘I’ve been calling you all morning,’ Rod complained. ‘Where are you?’
‘Out and about,’ she replied, hovering behind the bush.
‘Sheena, we need to . . .’
‘There’s nothing to say, Rod. Your dad made it clear that I’m not wanted.’
‘He wants to talk to you.’
‘What about?’
‘Come to the house.’
‘No, Rod,’ she sighed, watching the man leave the bench. ‘I’ve finished with you and your family. Your dad said that I was common and I wouldn’t fit in. Anyway, I’m busy at the moment.’
‘At least hear what he has to say.’
‘Are you at home?’
‘Yes, I’ve taken the day off. Please, Sheena, come over to the house.’
‘OK, I’ll be there in five minutes,’ she conceded as her prospective client walked away.
Slipping her phone into her handbag, she walked briskly across the park and headed for Rod’s house. What did the old man want to talk about? she wondered anxiously. She reckoned he probably wanted sex. She thought he’d make a good client. In fact, with the amount of cash he had, he’d make a very good client. Nearing the house, she realised that she was wearing a ridiculously short skirt. Her hair was a mess, her knickers were wet, her top was grubby . . . Just be yourself, she thought as she rang the doorbell. Once a slut, always a slut.
Rod answered the door and invited her in. He looked pleased with himself as he led her through to the huge kitchen and filled the kettle. She was sure he had something planned as he looked her up and down and said how attractive she was. Wondering where the old man was, she felt strange being in the house once more. She hadn’t expected to see Rod again, let alone be invited to the house.
‘What’s going on?’ she finally asked him.
‘I told you, my father wants to talk to you.’
‘If he wants to pay me off, he needn’t bother. I’ve finished with you and your family.’
Passing her a cup of coffee, he smiled. ‘He’s not going to pay you off,’ he said with a chuckle.
‘What, then? He said that I was common and he has business people round for dinner and I wouldn’t fit in.’ She looked around the luxury kitchen and sighed. ‘Are you back with Deborah? Will she be moving into the house as your wife?’
‘No, no way. Deborah and I are finished.’
‘How long did Nat stay last night? I haven’t heard from her.’
‘She went out with Raymond. They went for a meal at that new restaurant.�
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‘She’s well in with your old man, then? She can put on a posh voice so I suppose she got on well with him.’
‘My father didn’t meet her, Sheena. She went off with Raymond soon after you’d left the house.’
‘Your dad knows everything about me. He knows about my bedsit and . . .’
‘He’ll be calling you in a minute. Drink your coffee and brace yourself.’
‘For what? Rod, I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be part of your family and I – I just want to get on with my life.’
Rod said nothing as Sheena sat at the huge table and sipped her coffee. She looked like a right slut, she thought, noticing grubby marks on her white top. Brushing her dishevelled long blonde hair away from her pretty face with her fingers, she wondered whether the old man wanted to hire her as a resident whore. That would be interesting, she thought, and very profitable. No, he wouldn’t do that, she concluded. But he might set her up in a flat, she mused hopefully.
‘That’s what they do in films.’
‘What?’ Rod said, frowning at her.
‘Rich old men set up teenage girls in flats so they can fuck them whenever . . .’
‘That’s the last thing my father would do,’ he cut in with a laugh.
‘I suppose Raymond has dumped me for Nat. Still, that was our plan.’
‘Yes, I know all about your plan.’
‘Rod, you seem to know everything so at least tell me what I’m doing here.’
‘Wait there and I’ll find out whether my father is ready to see you.’
‘Aren’t you going to tell me what this is all about?’
‘Wait there, I’ll be back in a minute.’
As he left the room, Sheena looked around the kitchen and let out another sigh. This wasn’t just money – it was millions. She had to get out of her bedsit, she thought for the umpteenth time as she finished her coffee. She walked to the window and gazed at the swimming pool, imagining the old man asking her to marry him. Would she accept? With the amount of cash floating around, how could she turn him down? But she’d made her plans. She’d decided she wanted nothing to do with the family, and there was no turning back.