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YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE (Mf ff anal feet)
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Written by Ossified
Chapter 5
I have a weekend gig so I call Jenny up and ask if I can tell my parents I'll be sleeping over at her place. Jenny is the best of the girls to ask 'cause she never tells on you and will stick to a story no matter what. I expect her to ask me what's going on so I have this elaborate story worked out, but she just goes 'okay' and that's it. Jenny really is the coolest.
I've been told to pack my bags and be ready Saturday, and this weekend sounds like it's going to be a treat. I'm to bring something nice to wear for dinner, and they have a tennis court and a pool so I'm expected to bring a racket and a swimsuit. I pack lots of other stuff too. Probably way too much.
I bring this really nice, white tennis skirt and a tight spandex and cotton sports top which I have 'cause I had tennis lessons about a year ago. Way too expensive. Had to suck up to dad for ages before he said yes, and it was all because I had the biggest crush on the tennis instructor. He was this really nice looking guy with a great tan, and his body was just awesome. Then I saw him wacking off and cumming in my Sketchers while I was in the showers, and it was, like, eeewww! I had to walk home in those squishy shoes and everything. Really gross. It freaked me out so I stopped going. Doesn't matter really, 'cause I wasn't very good at tennis anyway. Not enough power in my arms apparently. I did okay though.
So anyway, the guy who booked me is this new client called Mr. Alworth, and he sends a car to pick me up. How cool is that? It's this absolutely huge, black Mercedes, and I'm glad I said to pick me up at the park 'cause a car like that draws a lot of attention. The driver has a uniform and appears to be totally mute even though I try to flirt with him, and when I sink down in the lush leather interior there's a film running on this small screen and a milkshake there waiting for me. It's even strawberry which means Mr. Alworth remembered I told him it's my favourite flavour. Told you this weekend would be cool.
I'm enjoying the film and feeling like a princess when the car pulls up to these enormous forge iron gates which swing open on their own accord. Then we drive for, like, fifteen minutes through the grounds before arriving at a huge manor. The driver parks between a Range Rover and what I think is a vintage Jaguar. I'm guessing that if I'd watched the news even once, I'd know who lives here. It's bound to be someone famous, right?
I get out of the car and a butler who looks like he's a zillion years old comes out to greet me. He can hardly walk, but still insists on carrying my bags. He asks my name and when I say 'Sarah' he's just standing there, waiting. I finally realize that he wants my surname, but I don't want to give it to him. Instead I say 'just Sarah' and he sighs heavily, like I'm totally hopeless or something. I follow him into the hall, and he drops the bags to the marble floor with a thankful groan.
There's a huge staircase facing the door, and when I look up there's a stunning woman of about forty walking slowly down towards us. Her long hair is shiny, dark and just beautiful. She's wearing a light yellow dress which looks simple yet elegant, and I'm kind of envious. I'm just in a pair of white shorts and a red top, and I feel too casual. This woman's dress is NOT Marks & Spencer. She's really thin, but when she gets closer I see her age is beginning to show. Thin is good if you're like me, but when you're older you get this sinewy look and it's not that great.
"Miss Sarah has arrived, Mrs. Alworth," the butler says, and I'm thinking 'WHAT? His wife is here?' I kind of freak out since I never thought Mr. Alworth would let his wife see me. She doesn't react much though, just seems bored.
"Another girl?" she sighs. "He had one here just last week. Oh well, you know which room to put her in." Then she's down the stairs and standing right in front of me. She gives me this totally intimidating, icy stare, but then she softens and reaches out to stroke my cheek, muttering 'My, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you?' which is kind of a nice thing to say. Then she just wanders off aimlessly.
The ancient butler drags my bags upstairs and shows me where I'm supposed to stay. It's this awesome room with a balcony and everything. There's a big, creaky bed where I guess Mr. Alworth is going to do me, and all these old-looking paintings of people in weird clothes hang on the walls. It's like they're looking down at me wondering what I'm doing here. I take off my shoes and bounce on the bed, then I flop belly down to watch MTV. I'm amazed Mr. Alworth hasn't been here to fuck me yet.
There's a knock on the door and I'm thinking 'here we go'. I check myself to see if I look okay, which I do, and then I shout 'come in'. The door opens, but it's definitely not Mr. Alworth.
There's a girl standing in the doorway, and she's a couple of years older than me. Eighteen tops. She's absolutely beautiful, and the summer dress she's wearing is to die for. I feel my mouth fall open, and I'm staring.
"Hi, I'm Alicia. What are you watching?" she says, and her voice is, like, really musical and soft.
"Ummm, MTV," I mutter, feeling confused.
She walks over, and her eyes trace my body.
"So, are you one of dad's girls then?"
She says this really matter of fact, not bitchy or anything. When I look at her I see she's a younger version of her mum, and the whole thing would have freaked me out if she didn't seem so relaxed about it.
"I guess," is all I can think to say.
Alicia gets on the bed with me and we both watch TV without speaking. After a couple of videos she turns and looks at me quizzically.
"You're really young, aren't you? Like, fifteen?" she says and brushes hair from my face so she can see me better. I don't want to meet her eyes so I stare at the TV where this totally lame band is whining about something trivial.
"Fourteen."
"I see. Mum used to be really pretty you know. She was a model and everything."
"Okay."
What's with this place anyway? It's like the twilight zone or something. I usually go somewhere, meet these older guys who do me, and then I leave. Nothing to it. Now I've been in this house for, like, half an hour, and I've met the whole fucking family except Mr. Alworth himself. And they ALL know why I'm here.
I decide to enjoy myself and go with the flow 'cause there's not much else I can do. If Alicia and her mum are okay with me being here, I'm not going to worry. I'm making so much money off this, there's no way I'm pulling out now. And the house is just awesome which is another reason not to leave.
Then someone flings open the door with a crash, and this guy definitely didn't knock first. I'm guessing it's Mr. Alworth himself, and he's standing in the room before I even manage to get up. I suppose he's in his mid sixties, slightly overweight and totally non-descript. I mean, it's like if I sat opposite him on the train for a whole day, I still wouldn't be able to describe him later. It's as if he has no distinct features whatsoever. Weird.
"Well, hello Alicia darling. So this is where you are. I see you've met Mary already."
"This is Sarah, daddy. Mary was last week, remember? The short redhead with freckles?"
"Oh right. Sorry about that. Sarah it is then."
It's weird, 'cause he says this like they just agreed on a random name for me, and it strikes me that it's unlikely that many girls in my profession use their real names. Maybe I should have called myself Britney or something? Maybe Hayley? Whatever. Too late now.
"So Sarah," he says. "Have you settled in yet?"
"Yes thank you, Mr. Alworth. The room is fab and I even met your wife."
I feel I need to tell him about this in case he might get into trouble, but he doesn't seem to care.
"You met Chloe? That's nice. Did you get to see the rest of the house?"
"Not really."
"Well then, Alicia. Why don't you show Sarah around, and then we'll meet, in let's say an hour, at the tennis court? Okay?"
It's like I'm a regular house guest, and it's hard to remember what I'm really here for. Alicia doesn't answer him though, and I get the feeling they're not on the best of terms. Hey, I know that feeling. Parents suck, basically.
"Alicia?" he says in this strict tone which would definitely scare me if it were my dad.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Alicia grumbles, and then Mr. Alworth leaves.
Alicia takes me by the hand, and hers is cool and dry compared to mine. Then she walks me around the house. Well parts of it anyway. It's absolutely huge, the floors creak and there seems to be dark wood everywhere. Although it's sunny now, I bet the house is all sinister looking at night. Way spooky. Great place for a whodunit.
It's like Alicia is a tourist guide, and I get the impression she's done this countless times before. She shows me the pool, which isn't as big as I'd hoped, and also the tennis court where we'll be playing soon. I'm kind of looking forward to the game even though I haven't played for ages.
Then we're back at my room and Alicia is about to leave when she turns and speaks to me:
"I know my family may seem weird to you, but it's been like this for years. Mum puts up with it just to keep him around."
This just seems bizarre to me.
"Why? Why doesn't she... like, divorce him or something?"
"Prenup," Alicia says, and I have no idea what that means. Then she leaves, and I need to get ready for the tennis game.
I put on my sports bra and these white, full-cut panties in thick-woven cotton. Then I bend over to find the rest of my tennis outfit, and Mr. Alworth comes crashing in again. He's wearing his tennis gear, white shorts and a navy polo, and he's clutching an old style wooden racket. He gasps when he sees me since I'm bent over looking for my stuff and my bum is, like, right there in his face.
I'm half expecting him to have a swing at my arse with his racket, but he's just standing there, gaping. My bum seems to makes guys do that. It happens A LOT. Then he smiles at me and he's actually licking his lips. He moves towards me and I smile coyly at him and cock my head sideways. My hair is in my face so I brush it aside and I expect him to try to kiss me since the coy smile usually has that effect. He doesn't though. He just feels me up really carefully, and his hands are all over me, on my tits and between my legs. When he presses up against me and nuzzles my neck I can feel that he's hard already.
"So, wanna do me, like, now?" I ask, and I start wriggling out of my knickers since he probably wants to get off quickly. He seems really horny.
"I would, but we mustn't keep Chloe and Alicia waiting. And anyway, I want to see that tight little arse of yours bounce a bit first."
"Okay."
So he stares at me while I finish changing, and he lifts up my tennis skirt from time to time to feel my bum. He looks at me while I braid my hair, and his fingertips stroke my neck and trace my collarbones. I think they protrude too much, but Mr. Alworth seems to think they're fine. He's sitting behind me on the bed while I lace up my Sketchers, and he slips a hand down my knickers to feel my twat. Then I grab my racket, and I'm ready to go.
I can't help being really excited about playing tennis again. I can hardly stand still, jumping up and down and feeling all energetic. I race downstairs and have to wait for him since he doesn't seem infected by my enthusiasm at all.
"Come ON," I go, and I take a few practice swings with my racket, almost knocking over some expensive looking vase. He just seems really slow to me, and when he finally gets downstairs I can't stand to wait for him any longer and run outside ahead of him.
When we get to the tennis court, Chloe and Alicia are already there and, surprise, Mr. Alworth wants to pair up with me for a double. Although Chloe and Alicia are wearing some nice stuff I don't feel out of place since my tennis gear is way cute. Skirt's a bit short since it's a year old and I also wanted to impress my tennis instructor at the time. Don't think Mr. Alworth minds since he can see my knickers almost all the time. Especially when I bend over, so I do that a lot. I wriggle my bum at him when his wife isn't looking and he smiles at me, hard-on visible in his shorts.
I do okay in the game since Chloe isn't really into it. Alicia, however, is totally committed, and although it's all friendly I can tell she wants to beat us. Mr. Alworth keeps missing the ball a lot though, since he's staring at my arse all the time. This means I have to run like crazy, and I'm working up quite a sweat. It makes strands of hair stick to my forehead, and it feels really hot and sticky in my knickers too. When I reach behind to pull them out of my bumcrack, they're, like, totally soaked with sweat.
Mr. Alworth moves up behind me from time to time during the game and feels me up, his hands roaming my body. He's really obvious about it too. There's, like, NO WAY his wife doesn't see it. Mr. Alworth even slips his hand down the back of my panties while I'm crouching, ready to whack Alicia's serve back at her. Alicia moans 'cause she has to hold her serve 'till he's done. She whines "Dadddyyyy! Stop it! You're ruining the game," which I suppose is true. This doesn't stop him from getting a good feel though, and he sniffs and sucks on his finger after slipping it up my twat. I feel myself blush, but Chloe and Alicia just seem bored with this pause in the game.
Mr. Alworth is making me feel really sexy and attractive even though it kind of weirds me out that his wife and daughter are watching. All the stuff he's doing to me in front of them makes me less and less self-conscious though, and it's kind of drifting away how strange all this is. Maybe it's this place too. The house and the grounds and everything. It's like it's a world to it's own, completely cut off from the sane universe.
After all this groping, Mr. Alworth is really unfocused and it annoys me that he misses the ball so much. It's like he's not even trying and I want to win the match so this pisses me off. I get that he's really horny and just can't take his eyes off my bum, but he almost gets hit in the face by the ball more than once and I'd have thought that would wake him up.
Then Mr. Alworth has had enough of the teasing thing and he wants to do me. Right here on the court, even though his wife and daughter are watching. He just stops playing and starts to really grope me, shoving his hands down my knickers, fingering my twat and kissing me like a hungry bear or something. His dick is staining all hard and urgent against my bum, and it seems the tennis game is over for now. This totally annoys me since we were really close to winning this set.
"Dadddyyy! Not in the middle of a game! That's so-o-o lame," Alicia whines again, but her mum just drags her over to a bench in the shade.
"Come on Alicia," she sighs. "We'll let daddy finish with his little girlfriend, and then get back to the game. Want a coke while we wait?"
I see Chloe pour herself a Gin and Tonic from the garden bar, while Alicia sits pouting on the bench with her arms crossed. Her legs are crossed too, and a foot is bobbing up and down impatiently. Can't say I blame her. I'd do that myself if I could. I can't though, since the only reason I'm actually here is so Mr. I-can't-play-tennis-to-save-my-life can do me. I really wish he'd wait 'till we'd won the game though.
Mr. Alworth lifts up my tennis skirt and he's rubbing my ass all over. He's loving the full cut panties even though they're, like, totally sweaty and sticky, and he's playing with them while he slips his hand up my top to feel my tits. He can't seem to get his hand up my sports bra, so he just fondles my tits through the fabric and it feels really nice. My nipples poke his hand and I'm totally wet and aroused.
I hear Alicia mutter "she has no tits at all," and I'm starting not to like her so much. She seems really annoyed and impatient, and she's moving around restlessly.
Mr Alworth spins me around so I'm facing him. He pushes me up to the net and I feel the cable that holds it up dig into my bum. I slip my hand down his shorts, blocking out that his wife and daughter are, like, ten meters away. He opens his fly and pushes his shorts down while I squeeze his cock. It's kind of average, just like Mr. Alworth himself, but it's all hot and slippery with precum. I guess he really, really wants to do me.
He tugs on my panties to get them down, but they're sticking to me so I help him. Then he fingers my twat while I wank him, and it feels, like, AMAZING. Bet he's done this to girls like me a zillion times before. He's really good and even though it's totally embarrassing with Chloe and Alicia listening, I squeal and cum really fast when he rubs me. I can't help pressing my thighs together and falling against him 'cause my knees buckle and it's a really powerful cum.
I'm leaning against him, catching my breath, and I can feel his impatience so I look up at him with innocent, wide eyes and talk in my awesome Lolita voice. Got to thank Katherine for teaching me this sometime.
"Remember what I told you on the phone Mr. Alworth? You can't cum inside me or anything. That would be, like, really bad, okay? And be gentle, cause I haven't done this much and I'm a bit scared."
Chloe mutters 'Yeah, right!" Alicia giggles, and I don't think they're being very nice.
Mr. Alworth is wheezing and his dick is jerking in my hand. I give it a couple more squeezes and wanks before I turn my back and present my ass to him. He flips the skirt out of the way, and then he wets his cock between my lips and pushes slowly into my cunt from behind.
"Christ you're tight, Sarah."
"I know. Sorry. Don't you like it?"
He doesn't answer this, he just grabs my hips and starts fucking me from behind really hard. I try to brace myself against the tennis net, but of course it's all springy and it gives so there's no real support. In the end I just let Mr. Alworth hold me up with his dick and his grip on my hips, and although he's really slamming into me it doesn't hurt much since I'm all wet from my cum.
Although I'm facing Chloe and Alicia it's hard to see them clearly, 'cause Mr. Alworth is fucking me really hard and sweat is stinging my eyes. I can feel I'm all flushed from my cum and I can't help grunting as he slams into me. I'm really embarrassed that Chloe and Alicia see me like this so I blush and have to look away. Then I can feel Mr. Alworth getting ready to cum, since his dick feels like it's expanding inside me and he's groaning loudly. I remember that he's the one paying me and that I should act professional, so I ignore his wife and daughter and squeal:
"Please. You won't cum inside me, will you Mr. Alworth? You promised, remember?"
"Don't uuugghh... know... if I can... uuuhhhg... make it, Sarah."
Suddenly I hear Alicia's voice, and it sounds really annoyed:
"Well, get on with it then daddy! It's taking, like, FOREVER! Jesus!"
I'm totally freaked by this outburst from Mr. Alworth's daughter, but I can feel his cock starting to erupt and then he pulls out of me and cums. He's standing behind me, wanking his wet, slippery dick, and loads of hot, sticky cum spurts up my back and onto my tennis skirt. My top feels wet and it gets in my braided hair and everything. Mr. Alworth looks like he's going to have a heart attack and he's shooting loads of cum all over my ass and my twat. It's starting to dribble down my thighs, and the skirt is a mess. Eeewww!
Then he's finally done, and I reach behind myself to feel all the goo he's gotten on me. My hand gets smeared with cum and like a real pro I lick it off slowly while purring like a kitten. Then I crouch down and clean his dick with my mouth, and although it oozes I manage not to gag. I taste myself on him, and while I usually lick my fingers after getting myself off, it tastes different mixed with his cum.
"Oh my! She IS good, isn't she," I hear Chloe say, and she sounds genuinely impressed with my performance.
"Yeah well, I just wish she'd GET ON with it," Alicia moans, and now I definitely want to beat the crap out of her in this tennis match.
I pull up my knickers and it's not easy since they're all sweaty and full of Mr. Alworth's cum, but I manage to wriggle into them. The skirt sticks to my bum and it's really yucky with all the goo and stuff, but I'm not going to forfeit this game to Alicia.
Even though my undies are all uncomfortable and squishy and there's cum running down my legs into my sneakers, I STILL manage to win the game for Mr. Alworth and me. Chloe was pretty sloshed from the Gin and Tonics, but Mr. Alworth just stood there for most of the game and wasn't much help either. Beat them anyway. Yay!
On the way back to the house, Alicia and I talk. Although she was a bit bitchy while her dad fucked me, I'm starting to like her again now. Alicia says nice things about my game and when I tell her about my tennis instructor she laughs and says she 'knows the type'. She tells me about a swimming coach she had at thirteen. He was in his twenties and she had a huge crush on him, but when he actually hit on her, she ran away crying. I'm starting to think we might be friends, but then I remember I'm here so her dad can do me and it makes me sad that I'll never be friends with Alicia.
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