The Protege - Chapter 10: Boston, Part 1 (Mg ped oral swallow)

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Chapter 10: Boston, Part 1

I was quickly understanding that Piper was an excellent travel companion. It wasn't just that she took easily to different cultures, but she understood the processes of moving around as well as I did. She was efficient going through security, patient when we queued in long lines, and never much complained even when there were delays, as was the case in getting to Boston on Sunday. It took all day with thunderstorms through much of the country. We were stuck in Chicago for several hours before being cleared to leave, and Piper kept up a reasonably-affable attitude which helped me grumble less and relax a bit.

I continued to turn over what we'd said in the night, about Piper wanting me to be her first lover. I suppose I already was so, but she meant, and I understood her to mean, that I would be the first to make love with her fully, penetrating her with something more intimate than my finger. The same concerns in my head were floating through more pleasant imagery, but I had quickly become comfortable with what had developed between me and Piper in our private time. That's not to say I wasn't scared as all hell about someone finding out, but I was caught in the bubble of a new relationship, a taboo sort with wildly-arousing expectations and intensely-gratifying times spent between Piper's legs.

We got into Boston Sunday night, both of us completely spent. We showered at the same time, but did nothing more intimate than be wet and naked together. A late meal was shared in our room, a plate of spaghetti for her, a decent chicken soup for me, and before long, we were curled up together in our dark hotel room and lost for the night.

- - -

"This is sooooooo boring!" Piper groaned during the lunch intermission of the shareholders' meeting. She traveled well enough, but Piper was easily distracted and often restless in other situations.

"Told you it would be," I replied as I plugged in the camera and started uploading that day's shots. "I can take you back to the room if you'd rather be there."

"Noooooo..." she pouted, "that's boring, too..."

I pawed through my bag a moment, "Well... how about when we go back in, you practice a bit?"

Piper eyed the small camera I took out. It was an older model, not one I often used, but it was very durable, had a decent capture capability, and was a solid backup should my preferred hardware fail me. The girl took it, turned it over a couple of times, then brought it to her face, smiling, "Say cheese!"

I humored her as she snapped my image, flashing her a peace sign, then sticking out my tongue.

"Silly," she told me. "Be serious a second..."

I did so and let her take a few more shots.

My phone rang and I answered.

"Hullo Patrick," Gunther's accented voice greeted me.

"Hi."

"I've just arrived at Logan. Are we still on for a conversation in the evening?"

"We are."

I directed him to my hotel, where he would also be staying so as to make it easy to connect, then he thanked me and hung up.

"That was Gunther," I told Piper, still not sure if I was going to include her in that night's discussion with the man who wouldn't tell me the details of the special project he had in mind over the phone.

"Oh, okay. Is Lena coming?" she queried, looking through the camera's small viewer to check the shots she took of me.

"Uh, no idea, didn't ask."

"Oh..."

"Is she a friend?" I prodded gently. I found it odd that Piper didn't seem to connect with any of the other girls she saw every month at her competitions. She never much mentioned them unless it involved some subject I'd already brought up. I thought she would have bonded, at least a little, with one or two.

Piper shrugged, "Nah. I don't know her at all. She's always at the competitions, though."

"Piper," I said even more gently, "do you, you know, have any friends your age?"

She shrugged again, "Nah..."

"No time?"

"Yeah... and Mommy doesn't let me hang out with anyone, so... I dunno."

I felt sad for her. It wasn't really fair for a ten-year old girl to have no chance to make friends and play and do things little girls liked to do. All her life seemed to be consumed by more mature, adult pursuits and relationships, and again, I knew I was not helping the situation by encouraging her sexual curiosity. There wasn't much more I could say, though, so I swallowed any further questions, quickly dialed Veronica's number, and found, once more, a dead end. I didn't tell Piper and remind her that her mother was gone and out of touch. She knew. She had enough to worry about without constantly bringing it up.

- - -

Piper's enthusiasm for the day did pick up in the afternoon session once she had a camera in her hands. I didn't have a spare tripod with me, the two I carried everywhere already in use, so she figured out pretty quickly how to find ways to stabilize her hold on the camera, using the backs of chairs or tucking her knees up and resting on them as she shot the speakers on stage.

By the end of the session, I was rather weary, not unusual after such a dry and boring day. It was a job, I knew, and one which paid me well enough that it was worth suffering through the boredom to get to the events I really enjoyed, like weddings, celebrations, and, more recently, taking photos of nearly naked little girls.

We went back to the hotel. I texted Gunther to let him know I would meet him around seven. He confirmed and I showered, this time alone, Piper buried in some of the photography resources I had her reading.

When I came out and started putting on a fresh set of causal clothing, she kicked her legs off the bed and asked, "So, I'm coming with you tonight, right?"

I really didn't know what Gunther was going to ask of me, but I certainly had my concerns. It surely involved naked little girls, perhaps more explicitly attired than those in the competitions, something more like the private shows. But if it was that alone, I believed he would have at least said so in a general sense over the phone and not needed to spend a small fortune to fly to Boston to meet me in person. I was really not sure I wanted Piper to overhear whatever was being suggested.

Her stomach growled before I could answer and I shook my head, "I dunno, Piper..."

"Please? I'll be super quiet and just listen. Promise."

"It's not about that," I replied, "you're great out with people, I just... I dunno what he's going to ask of me..."

"Like... sexing girls or something?"

I groaned. "Yeah... that's what I expect."

"Oh... is that illegal?"

"Totally."

"So... are you gonna do it?"

"I don't know. I want to hear what he has to say first," I said, buttoning up my shirt and tucking it into my belted slacks.

"Please... I just wanna go and eat with you... I won't listen, if you care so much..."

I chuckled, "Liar."

She grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, okay..."

I let out my breath, deciding against my general sense of things to let her join us. "Not a word about us, okay? No matter what you hear, no matter how much you want to say something, it's our secret, right?"

Piper pouted, crossing her arms, "I know! Quit reminding me!"

"I just say it over and over, Piper, because... well, you know what would happen to me if someone found out..."

"I know..." she said more quietly. "I won't say anything. I won't let them take you from me, Uncle Patrick. I promise."

"Alright, then. Get a quick shower and put on something decent. You've got ten minutes."

Piper leapt from the bed, hugged me, grinning, and raced into the bathroom, tearing off her clothes along the way.

- - -

Gunther was already seated at a table in the hotel restaurant when I came in with Piper. Beside him sat his daughter, Lena. "There he is," Gunther said with a smile, "and you've brought your... niece?"

I shook his hand and replied, "Yes... Piper. I hope that is not a problem."

"Hello," she said evenly, keeping on a game face despite her enthusiasm for being included.

"Not a problem at all, she is quite a doll and welcome to join us!" the man said, staring just a little too long at Piper's face for comfort.

We greeted Lena, the girl nodding, a small smile on her face, a quick reply from her in exchange. We sat down quickly and ordered drinks.

The table was isolated near the back of the room, away from other tables, and as soon as the waitress left to get our drinks, Gunther leaned forward and said quietly, "So... the nature of what I propose is not something I can describe where we might be overheard."

I glanced around at the very public restaurant, raising my eyebrow. Despite the way the table was well separated from other diners, it wouldn't be hard for someone walking past to overhear us. I swallowed my protest and let the man continue.

"You see... my daughter has just celebrated a wonderful moment in her life. The photographs you took of her were fabulous, really," he told me. "Mementos she and I will forever cherish..."

Gunther glanced at Lena and I saw the girl blushing a little.

He said, "Hard to believe that was mere days ago, Patrick. But such as it is, she has made a decision, and that is where you come in..."

"And?"

"My daughter has chosen her first lover."

I sat silently, not even looking to see Piper's reaction.

"She wishes her first time with a lover to be captured perfectly, and since you did so well in preserving those moments of her first bleeding... She asked that you be there to again capture her joyous moments..."

I knew this was where things were headed. Maybe not so specific a thing, but the general sense of it was not a surprise. I glanced at Lena and saw her still looking flushed. Resolved, though. Her chin was up and she met my eyes as if to show me the decision was hers and not simply that of her father.

A million thoughts trickled through in the silence as Gunther waited for me to respond. Lena was ten-years old, barely starting into puberty. Underage by any jurisdiction's laws. I felt dirty simply remembering what I'd seen between her legs, and more so by the notion that her father was now proposing that I photograph the preteen as she had sex for the first time.

I couldn't deny the arousal I felt. Ashamed as I was, there was no doubt that the imagined scenes of Lena and her lover were so taboo and thrilling as to cause me to grow somewhat hard. I adjusted myself by shifting my legs, looking away from the girl and back at her father. I needed to stall for time before I let my prurient thoughts overwhelm my reasoning. "And... who is the lucky lover?"

Gunther beamed, putting his arm around Lena's shoulder before leaning towards me and saying very quietly, "Me, Patrick. She has chosen me..."

I swallowed hard. "You're... her father..."

He looked a little uncertain. "This troubles you, I see... I... I know this may seem... strange... that a young girl might chose to lay with the man who sired her... but this is her decision, her wish, one which I enthusiastically wish to fulfill."

I knew deep down Gunther's interests in his daughter were far more sinister than merely displaying her open sexuality, her budding form. I couldn't help that my mind was torn by the idea of incest, not as repulsed by the concept as would have been healthy and logical. I continued to stall. "Can we talk... just the two of us... a moment?"

The waitress interrupted us, bringing drinks. I mechanically ordered a pasta dinner and Piper did the same. Her face showed a rosy touch, her even expression broken only in the way her lips were pursed just a bit more than usual. I couldn't quite read her, but I really wanted a chance to talk to Gunther alone.

Once the server left, I said quietly, "Girls, maybe you two could go... catch up a bit? Let the two of us talk a moment?"

Piper said, "Okay..." to my surprise. She stood up, grabbing her root beer, then said to Lena, "I wanna show you the fish tank in the lobby..."

Lena accepted and seconds later, the girls were well beyond earshot.

I laid into Gunther. "This is incredibly illegal, as I'm sure you know... and... I can't imagine a ten-year old girl understanding what she's supposedly decided to do."

"You doubt me?" he whispered.

"I do. Look, you have total control over that girl. Total control of what she does, where she goes, how she lives her life. I find it far more believable that you have convinced her of this thing you seek for you own selfish desires. She did not come to this on her own..."

He sat back, clearly not happy with my pushback, then leaned forward again, saying, "I cannot deny some of what you say... I have, for all her life, tried to ensure she had a happy childhood and access to all the best things. Her mother, as well, has done this. Lena may be ten, Patrick, but she is a woman now."

"Maybe physically, but she has a long way to go emotionally... mentally..."

He paused before replying, "Would it ease you to know that her mother has also celebrated these moments? That she has been, for the past few days, teaching Lena things she wishes she had known for her first time?"

"Taught her..."

"I'm sure your imagination is not so sheltered, Patrick," he said, shaking his head, "how to please a man... how to take pleasure... how to make her own decisions about what she wants and doesn't want in her lovers... Her mother has taken great pleasure in teaching our daughter these things, and Lena has thrived under her tutelage. I promise you, Patrick, Lena comes to this moment fully prepared. We've discussed since she was nine her options and opportunities. We do not push her. We do not send our will against her. She came to us when she first noticed her blood. Lena was overjoyed at the timing, that she could celebrate her first menses so openly, doing what she loves!"

I stewed silently.

"And she's known her ability to take a lover would hinge upon that moment, that before she was menstruating, we would not allow it. But that time has come, and my daughter came to me and her mother and told us after the private show how she was eager to know a lover, and for a lover to know her. She did not wish to sell her virginity, Patrick. She loves me more than I could ever deserve. She wishes this gift to be mine. I do not take this matter lightly, I assure you... Can you really not see things through my eyes?"

The truth was, I could, but that didn't mean that I would make the same decisions, even if, in my case, Piper had come to me under similar circumstances. Though, I admitted to myself, the words we spoke the last night in my apartment made it clear that Piper had considered such things, and even though her time spent with me was a drop in the bucket of what Lena and Gunther had shared together, Piper made it clear that I was her choice when things were right. I gulped but remained silent.

"Talk to Lena, I beg you. Ask her yourself. See that my words are truth!"

I nodded once, then said, "I assume you understand my... resistance."

Gunther nodded in return, "Of course, of course! This I respect you for, I assure you! I would never harm my daughter, Patrick, never! I only wish to give her the gift she wishes to receive from me..."

"It's more than that, you know... If anyone finds out..."

He nodded, "I understand, yes... It will take place one week from now... at our home in Hamburg... No one will know beyond me, my wife, Lena, and, your niece... This is why... I could not risk anyone overhearing a phone call... your US security are notorious for listening in, and our German spooks are no better!"

"Then I'll talk with her... alone... or with Piper there with me. After we eat..."

"Yes, yes, of course!" Gunther said, more loudly than the quiet conversation we'd been having. "You will understand, I promise. You will see..."

- - -

I fetched the girls, catching Piper's eye a moment. She asked a question silently, something like, Is everything okay? I tried to make my face show her, Not sure yet.

The dinner was very quiet. Gunther had made his plea, and I had so far failed to bite fully. Before he'd cleared his plate, Gunther excused himself, claiming a need to make a phone call, leaving me the opportunity to interrogate his daughter.

"Lena... so... this is an important moment in your life, yes?"

She smiled and nodded, "Oh, yes..." Her accent was not as thick as her father's, and I hoped her English was as good.

"Your dad... he said you made this decision... to take a lover... on your own?"

She beamed, "Yes... I did."

"And... you wish your father to be that lover?"

Lena nodded, "I could choose no one else!"

I narrowed my eyes, "You could choose no one else?"

She shrugged, "He is the most deserving man I know... He... I want my gift to be his..."

I tried to be gentle. "Has he... you know... tried to convince you about this?"

She cocked her head, "Hmm?"

"You know... told you things that make it hard to make another decision, either about... giving him your virginity, or... picking your father as the one to take it..."

She wrinkled her brow, "No... I don't think so..."

"Don't think so?"

"He's never brought it up, really. Umm... Only he says things about this when I ask, or when Mother asks me. He lets me decide things. Always."

I wasn't convinced, but how would a brainwashed child know the difference between her freely-given consent and her deliberate programming.

Piper tugged my sleeve and said quietly, "Can I ask something?"

I told her, "Okay..."

She turned and looked at Lena, "How, um... how does your dad make you feel, like... inside..."

Lena smiled at the question, "Oh, lovely! I think he's just the best. Like... I love to be around him and all... he's strong... and, umm, I feel really safe..."

"Does thinking about him," Piper continued, "make you kinda tingly and stuff?"

Lena nodded, "Uh-huh."

"And, like, do you, you know... like... wanna touch your vul-va?"

I nearly spat out my drink but before I could reign in Piper's question, Lena responded, blushing, "Uh-huh..."

"So, you like, think about him when you touch it?"

"Uh-huh," Lena repeated. "I think about him a lot... and, yeah, umm, tingly... that's the right word, I think... Like..." she leaned forward, watching Piper with a big smile, "I feel that way right now..."

Piper looked at me, and I knew she was describing her own feelings for me as much as she was digging into Lena's thoughts. "Yeah, I figured. And, like, have you... let him do stuff to you?"

Lena shook her head.

I jumped in, "Has he ever tried, Lena, you know, such as touched you in the bath or a shower... or when you change clothes?"

Lena replied, "No... never. He sometimes, umm, says I look pretty, but, umm... no... I don't think so..."

"And has he ever, say, showed you his privates? Or asked you to touch him there?"

The girl shook her head again.

Piper asked, "But you want to, like, see him naked and touch his stuff?"

Lena blushed, looking away, "Uh-huh."

"Tell me," I said, catching Gunther out of the corner of my eye where he was watching from too far away to hear us, "about your mom... Gunther said she's been... teaching you..."

Lena's blush became deep, "She, umm... she shows me things..."

"Like what?"

"Pictures... movies... then she tells me what's going on and stuff, umm, so I know..."

"Does she touch you, down there?"

"A little," Lena confirmed, "just a little, like, to show me stuff, so I know what things are..."

"And does she make you touch her?"

"No... never. It's kinda, umm, like school, kinda, but, umm... you see... umm... I get... you know... tingly."

My erection was leading my brain into dark places, and I think that's the moment I knew which decision I would make. Whatever reservations I had, the thought of seeing this young, budding girl give her virginity away, to anyone at all, had my blood boiling. I was so turned on that I didn't realize I'd started doing more than adjusting my slacks under the table. Quickly, I dropped my hand away, but my cock continued to throb.

"Alright, Lena," I said after a pause, "I believe you..."

"So you'll, umm... take pictures for me? I wanna remember everything about it when it happens..."

"Let's talk with your father again..."

I looked back to where Gunther looked expectant and hopeful, nodding him to rejoin the table. He moved quickly and took his seat, smiling at Lena and kissing her cheek. The girl's reaction, which I watched for signs of any hesitation, showed only a sincere love for her father's affection.

He waited until I leaned forward and said quietly, "I need to think about it, Gunther... Give me tonight to do so... And there's still a possible problem with my schedule. After Boston, I don't know where I'll be next week. It might be... difficult... to arrange things around next week. Are you flexible?"

Gunther deferred to his daughter, and Lena said, "Of course! I, um... I hope it to be then, though... the time is right... umm... but... I will wait if I must!"

I nodded, "Alright. Not saying I've agreed to do anything, but let's discuss any compensation you feel this merits." After the crazy fee I'd gotten so easily from Otto to photograph his daughter, Heidi, this time I had some notion of what the ballpark might be.

"Of course. I believe I can meet whatever you suggest," he replied, kicking the negotiation back to me.

"Make me an offer," I countered.

He tapped his fingers together a moment, "Five thousand euros?"

I nearly shed my game face, the figure above what I'd expected, but kept my expression tight. If I was going to take the chances with my freedom and safety that this shoot would force me to risk, I wanted to push him towards whatever upper end he would consider acceptable. "Twenty thousand."

He gasped, mouthing something in German, then said, "Twelve."

"Fifteen. No lower..."

He looked at Lena and I saw the girl pleading with him to accept. "Fifteen. Yes, it is agreed."

"Only the price, not whether I'll do it, you understand..."

"Of course, of course! Take this night and think it through. Can I have your answer before I fly out in the morning."

"I'll meet you here for coffee at seven and give you my decision."

A smile crept over his face. "Good. Good..."

Piper got up to use the restroom and Lena went with her.

Gunther leaned close and said, "I do not wish to pry, but... your niece, she models, yes? Do you not... see her... as I do my Lena?"

I gulped, shaking my head, lying, "N-no..."

Gunther nodded once, then said, "Pity... you do not see the way she looks at you, I think. Her mind, like my daughter's, is filled with ideas and fantasies... for you, I think."

I remained silent and chose to ignore his probing question, words which struck much too close to home for me to answer him honestly.

- - -

Piper held my hand in the elevator after we left the restaurant. I was abuzz with so many thoughts I couldn't sort them or decide which were worth reconsidering. What I was certain about, though, was I needed to know Piper's touch that night, and I could see in her gaze exactly what Gunther had suggested, that the girl had thoughts of her own about me which were not so innocently formed.

Inside the hotel room, I turned Piper onto the bed and we kissed. I was swept up by her young body, by the arousal I felt in her lovely, soft lips. We rolled together, shedding clothes, no words spoken, none needed. Piper was as turned on and excited as I was, and I was desperate to taste her again.

I drew off her panties, leaving the girl naked over me. A thin, white discharge was in the gusset. Piper's arousal had leaked into her underwear all evening, and I forgot the fabric quickly as I sought the source of those juices, pulling Piper's hips over my face and settling her over my mouth.

"Mmmmmmm..." I moaned as I began to lick her, savoring sweet and pungent juices which were coating her labia. Piper was wet. Incredibly wet. More than I'd ever noticed. Inside, her vagina was a narrow, slippery channel. I probed it with my tongue, bringing a hand over her thigh so that I could caress her little erect button.

Piper's orgasm came quickly and with urgency, "Mmmm... Ohhhh... Ohhh... Uhnnnnn... nnnnnnnNNNN! NNNNN! MMMMM! Mmmmmm... Ohhhh... Oh... Oh... Mmmmmmmm..."

My face was covered in her juices by the time she rolled off me and turned so that she could take my penis in her mouth. Still tentative and gentle, Piper's lips slid over my glans and down just a little bit further. She hummed around me as I probed her little hairless cunt with a single finger, teasing her insides, the flesh there slippery with my saliva and her lovely cream.

I lasted only a minute, Piper's lips creating a seal around my upper shaft as she added suction to her simple motions. I pushed my finger deeper into Piper, deeper, and made contact with her cervix. She flinched but didn't pull away, instead pushing against my penetration and starting to move her hips forwards and back, forwards and back. I groaned, "I'm there... I'm cumming... Mmmmmmm..."

I felt her jump a little as I began to ejaculate. Piper didn't pull away, though, letting me finish spurting thick ropes of sticky cum inside her mouth while I fingered her little pussy. I groaned long after I finished spurting, Piper carefully pulling back to swallow my load.

I turned her around and kissed her, letting her knees fall to my sides, pinning my half-hard penis between her thighs. She rocked over me for long, wonderful moments until I started to feel a second load working up, the heat from the little girl's genitals too much for me to take. I came again between us as we kissed, a smaller load but a strong one. Piper ground herself down on me, her movements more determined than ever before, milking me along her slit until I was empty and sensitive and couldn't take any more.

Rolling her again onto her back, I rested on my elbows over her, softly kissing her lips and cheeks, kissing down her neck and over her little hard nipples, then back to her breathless lips. I whispered my love for her often and heard those sweet thoughts returned. I didn't want to clean up, too weary and overwhelmed and sated to move much more. I didn't even bother to turn off the room lights as I wrapped myself around Piper under the covers, feeling for her what I hoped Gunther felt for his own daughter. Nothing but love, sweet, passionate love, tenderness, a deep caring for her wellbeing, for her happiness. If Gunther felt half of what I did for Piper, he would make her first time simply magical.

I started to doze, half-dreaming about the scents between Piper's legs, the feel of her little lips around my cock, the slippery, hairless folds I'd explored with my tongue and finger. I roused a little, knowing Piper had just voiced something lost in the night, "Hmm?" I purred against her cheek, kissing her again.

"I said," she whispered, "I want to shoot Lena's first time with you..."

I was far too along in succumbing to the night to really think what that meant, so I simply said, "Of course... I'd like that..." I felt her smile.

Piper kissed my lips and told me, "He loves her, you know? Like... like you love me and I love you... She loves him, too... They're gonna make super lovers..."

I chuckled, once, letting that thought play out a moment before my mind shut down and I lost myself, wrapped around Piper's warm body and loving every moment of her touch.

- - -

Gunther's enthusiasm at hearing my decision was quite something. He was practically giddy, and Lena was even more so. I told them, "I'll still need to match up my availability, so be patient until I know when I might make it happen."

"Oh, joy!" Gunther replied, turning to his daughter, "Look at her lovely face!"

Lena beamed and blushed and smiled all at once.

"You have made her a very happy young woman," Gunther added.

Piper was bouncing beside me, grinning. I'd told her that morning that I would accept the risks and photograph the girl's first time with her father. She said she knew all along that I would and reminded me of the sleepy consent I'd given to letting her join me. I was too happy about the loving intimacy the two of us had shared the night before to reject that idea. I told Gunther and Lena, "I'm, uh, I'm teaching Piper photography, and... she would like, if you would agree, to take photos then, as well."

Gunther turned to his daughter. Lena nodded several times, "Oh, yes! Of course, that would be great!"

Piper smiled at me and said, "I'm still learning, like, I'm not very good, but... I'll sure try!"

"I'm sure you'll be wonderful... just wonderful," Gunther assured her. "It would be a pleasure for us to share this moment with you, as well, beautiful girl!"

I let the man know I would contact him and, in very carefully chosen terms, let him know when to arrange for the special moments. They were off to the airport soon there after, and Piper and I caught a bus towards that day's work photographing the corporate expo, a much less interesting subject than the one proposed to us the previous night.