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YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE (Mf ff anal feet)
(Codes apply to complete story, not individual chapters)
Written by Ossified
Chapter 6
I have to shower and then dress for dinner at the Alworth's, and I'm excited 'cause I've never been to a place where people actually change before a meal. It just seems so cool and sophisticated. At home we usually just plonk ourselves round the kitchen table after mum has yelled, like, ten times for us to come and eat. Bet the ancient butler is going to serve us!
I slip on my party dress - a simple two layered thing in satin and patterned chiffon which I use for birthdays and stuff - and it's totally innocent and sexy at the same time. It's white and pink and makes me look really slim, and I like the way it rustles very softly when I walk. You can glimpse my shoulders beneath the see-thru fabric and I look so cute I bet Mr. Alworth will want to eat me up.
I wriggle into a pair of snug-fitting, pink bikini panties which I think Mr. Alworth will like. There's a cute little cartoon fish with a diving mask and snorkel placed right above my twat, and I'm guessing Mr. Alworth will be impressed. Then I consider how to do my hair. In the end I go for braided pigtails since I'm in that kind of mood. Goes really well with the dress too, I think.
I forgot to bring my nice shoes though, which sucks. I consider the sneakers, but in the end I go barefoot. I love wiggling my toes in the lush carpets they have here, and I'm hoping Mr. Alworth will think it's cute too.
I walk downstairs to the dining room and I immediately see that I'm not dressed right. Chloe and Alicia are wearing these awesome dresses which probably cost more than my dad makes in a year, and it's all diamonds, pearls and designer shoes. I suddenly feel like a little girl, standing barefoot in my pink and white dress. The tattoo necklace I'm wearing just seems silly now. I'm chewing this strawberry bubblegum, and a bubble bursts JUST as I walk through the door. Typical! It sticks on my nose and everything, and I feel like a complete idiot.
The butler serves us Sherry from a silver tray. I feel conspicuous and out of place so I take a glass even though I'm not quite sure what Sherry is, and find out that I HATE it. I have no idea what to do with the bubblegum so I stick it under the table when no-one is watching.
Chloe seems a bit drunk and she's swaying slightly while balancing her glass. Alicia scowls at her dad who talks ALL the time, and when she winks at me I feel a little better. Mr. Alworth is just so incredibly BORING and he's talking about the stock market not caring that his audience is two young girls and a drunk ex-model. What a prat.
Then the butler announces that dinner is ready. I turn to look at the table which I haven't really noticed before and it looks awesome. The whole thing is sparkling with silverware and beautifully cut crystal and the flower arrangements are coordinated to go with the table cloth and napkins. How cool is that? When I sit down I see their china has a family crest on it and I'm, like, totally impressed. I want to live like this. Well, without Mr. Alworth of course, but definitely with this house and all the stuff in it.
When the butler serves this tiny fish course, I'm confused. There's, like, ten different knives and forks and I have no idea which to use. When I look around I see that I've picked the wrong ones, so I wipe them on my napkin and go for the ones Alicia and the others are using.
It's totally cool that I'm served wine along with the others, but when I taste it it's horrible and I can't help wrinkling my nose. Although Chloe seems totally vacant she actually sees this, and she smiles at me in a way that makes me think of my mum when she's having a good day. Then Chloe whispers something in the butlers ear, and minutes later I have a huge strawberry milkshake in front of me. Yummy! Chloe is way cool.
I don't catch much of the conversation during dinner since I'm focused on doing everything right. I thought the fish course was, like, dinner, but it's the first of many dishes that all go with different knives and forks. Even the cake is supposed to be eaten with a fork instead of a spoon which would be much easier, and all this stuff is confusing and requires total concentration. There's not much conversation required anyway, since Mr. Alworth is unstoppable, Chloe is sloshed and Alicia just plain bored. The only fun thing is when Alicia rolls her eyes at her dad's monologues, and I start to giggle and get milkshake up my nose.
Dinner seems to drag on FOR EVER, and I'm utterly bored and can't stop yawning. Afterwards there's drinks in the library and Mr. Alworth has a foul-smelling, thin cigar. It looks totally girly and not cool and gangster-like at all. He's leaning back in his chair puffing clouds of smoke, but it's kind of fun when he blows smoke through his nose 'cause he looks like a dragon. I giggle and ask him to do it more, but he soon forgets and drones ON AND ON about his work instead. Mr. Alworth really is a crashing bore.
I slip away with Alicia and it's a relief to leave her parents behind. She shows me her room and I lie on her bed while she puts on some music. I'm a bit freaked out since there's underwear and stuff on the bed and I can vaguely smell it since it's right beside me. It reminds me of being in Susan's room and Mr. Aitken making me wear her undies and school uniform. Never used to notice my friends' knickers lying about before. Never noticed how my girlfriend's clothes and rooms all smell different either. It feels really intimate when you start to notice. Like you're intruding or something. Maybe the job is getting to me.
Anyway, Alicia tells me about stuff she's interested in, like animal rights and global warming and other things that I don't quite understand. Alicia is a really serious person and she seems to know a lot of important things. I really admire how she knows all this stuff about the world and the environment and everything. Totally cool. She has this really sinister music too, and I've never heard any of these bands before. She's so awesome and deep and grown-up, I just know I could learn a lot from her. Wish she were my big sister.
Alicia is telling me how these cute little animals are kept in cages JUST so people like her mum can have a fur coat, and I never knew there was so much evil in the world. She shows me pictures of adorable little minks with shiny black eyes and I'm almost crying at this point.
This is, like, an emotional and intellectual high point in my life, and no-one has ever bothered to explain such important things to me before. Then, of course, Mr. Alworth comes crashing in.
Alicia squeals "Dadddyyy! You're supposed to knock first. Remember last time? You promised not to do that anymore."
Mr. Alworth doesn't seem to care about Alicia's protests. Instead he walks right over and sits on the bed beside me.
"Sorry honey, but you're hogging my little guest here," Mr. Alworth says patting my bum. He's not actually looking at Alicia when he speaks. Instead he's gawking at me, devouring me like a hungry wolf, and I feel like he's going to rip my dress off and fuck me right here on his daughters bed with her watching.
"We're just talking daddy. You and mum were being total bores so we came up here instead."
"Yes, well. I can understand that, but that's not really why Sarah is here this weekend, is it? She's here to keep me company."
"But we want to hang out here and talk, isn't that right Sarah?"
I nod enthusiastically since I'm really having a great time with Alicia, but I can see Mr. Alworth isn't happy with this so I try a compromise.
"If you just want a quickie, I don't mind Mr. Alworth. You can just, you know..., pull down my knickers and put it inside me a bit. When you're done you won't be so horny anymore. Would that be okay?"
"Don't think so," Mr. Alworth says and then he fixes Alicia with this really cold stare. "I'm paying for her and I want to play with her, so either you let me stay or she comes downstairs again."
Alicia rolls her eyes. "Okay," she sighs. "You can be here and fiddle with her and stuff, just don't talk or anything. And you're NOT fucking her in my room, okay? It really sucks when you do that."
"Sure Alicia. You won't even know I'm here," Mr. Alworth says, winking at me like it's him and me against Alicia which is SO not the case. Idiot.
Once this arrangement is made, Alicia seems to totally ignore her father and she's back to telling me all this interesting stuff about the rain forest. While I don't really understand half of it, it's still fascinating since Alicia is so into it and has all these amazing facts in her head. I'm on my belly, resting my head in my hands, and I chew gum and play with my pigtails while I try to concentrate and understand all the stuff she's telling me.
It's hard to focus at times though, since Mr. Alworth is rubbing and playing with my feet. It feels nice, and I get why my sister pesters me to do this all the time. Then I manage to blow this HUGE pink bubble and I'm really excited, but this seems to annoy Alicia so I stop.
Then Mr. Alworth starts with my toes. First he's sucking softly on my big toe, and then his tongue swirls in and out between my other toes. He's sucking and licking both my feet and I can tell he's really enjoying it. I KNEW he'd like me going barefoot. He's, like, worshipping my feet and I feel really pretty and sexy. Seems every single part of my body is attractive to these older guys and it's yucky but also really cool that they get off on my feet. Amazing. It's just stinky old feet and I can't see how that can be sexy AT ALL.
Although I want to listen to Alicia I can't help getting wet from all this attention Mr. Alworth is giving me. He's, like, adoring my feet, kissing and licking and slurping at them, and it tickles a bit. I try really hard not to giggle since Alicia is telling me all this serious and important stuff, but I can't help it and a few squeaks come out.
When Mr. Alworth starts kissing his way up my calves and the insides of my thighs, I lift my bum and spread my legs a bit for him. I'm kind of on my knees and elbows now, and I feel I owe Mr. Alworth access to me since he's paying me all this money. Then he actually sticks his head up my dress and starts to sniff me like he's a dog or something. It's kind of gross, but I still can't help getting off on how much he likes me. I get self-conscious about being wet since Mr. Alworth will definitely smell that, and when he starts kissing the crotch of my panties I can feel they're really slick so I wriggle uncomfortably.
I'm amazed that Alicia seems to totally ignore what's happening and I try really hard to focus on what she's saying. I'm so grateful that she's taking me serious enough to tell me this important stuff. No-one ever takes me seriously at home or at school or anywhere really, and it annoys me that I'm treated like an idiot all the time since I'm NOT. Don't care what Mr. Crane said about me either and Alicia doesn't think I'm a conceited moron, SO THERE!
Anyway, I shut out that Alicia's dad is rubbing his face all over my panty-covered twat and manage a few questions when Alicia tells me about something she calls 'consumer society'. I don't really get what this means, but I have the uneasy feeling it has to do with shopping less. I'm not so sure I like the sound of this, but she's so convincing that I can't help agreeing with her anyway.
I guess it's getting really warm beneath my dress 'cause Mr. Alworth pops his head out and pulls the hem up to my waist instead. Then he's rubbing his face all over my bum, pressing his cheeks against it. Then his nose goes into my bumcrack and it's giving me a wedgie.
I'm really embarrassed that Alicia sees her dad sniffing my butt like this so I wriggle uncomfortably and try to push him away, totally missing the point Alicia is making. This makes her react for the first time, and she gets really cross with her dad.
"Daddy, come ON. We're trying to talk about important stuff here, and Sarah doesn't want you sniffing her bum right now. Jesus! You're so... so... GROSS! Eeewww."
This outburst starts a yelling match and I feel lost in this domestic fight for my attention. I really want to learn more about this 'consumer society' stuff from Alicia, but I'm really scared Mr. Alworth won't pay me if I keep ignoring him like this and I DEFINITELY don't want that to happen since I won't be able to get that new clam shell design cell phone I want.
In the end Mr. Alworth sends us both to bed early, but he tells me not to go to sleep since he'll be coming for me later. Alicia points out that this is, like, totally unfair since she's older than me and should be allowed to stay up longer, but Mr. Alworth is pissed off and won't listen. Then he goes downstairs to take care of Chloe, and apparently she's passed out from all the drinking 'cause Mr. Alworth talks about having to carry her to bed.
When he leaves, Alicia tells me that her mum takes these pills which don't go well with drinking, that she won't wake up no matter what. I don't really get why she tells me this since I couldn't care less whether Chloe is awake or not, but Mr. Alworth told me to go to bed RIGHT NOW so I don't ask. Then Alicia looks really sad and hugs me. She says "I'm sorry," and I don't get this either since she's been really nice to me.
So anyway, I'm hardly in my room when there's a knock on the door. I'm thinking it's Mr. Alworth come to do me, but it's the ancient butler and he's brought another milkshake. How sweet is that? I go 'thanks' and kiss his cheek which feels dry and parchy against my lips. Then I say 'goodnight' and expect him to leave, but he doesn't and this confuses me.
"Miss Sarah. I haven't had a girl... a woman for twenty years," he blurts out, and he looks so sad that I feel kind of sorry for him. I mean, he's this totally adorable and sweet old man and it's not fair that he's not getting any when a creep like Mr. Alworth has both Chloe AND me.
"Do you think... maybe...?" he says.
He can't seem to say that he wants to do me, and he looks so sheepish and embarrassed that my heart aches. I feel like I owe him since he carried my bags and brought me all those milkshakes and stuff. It also occurs to me that Mr. Alworth didn't really specify what my duties are this weekend. Maybe this is expected of me? I'm not quite sure. I consider exactly what I should let him do with me, and I'm thinking maybe he wants to wank off on me or something. Finally I decide I'll let the old guy do me since he's so nice and the poor thing hasn't gotten any for yonks. How nice am I?
"Sure. You can do me if you want. It's not such a big deal," I shrug, and you can see he almost passes out from this.
I stroke his cheek, and he looks surprised - like he was expecting a slap or something. Then I pull up my dress and wriggle out of my knickers. He's staring at me with tears in his eyes, and I feel really good about letting him do this. It's like I'm an angel or something, and I bet this will be the most awesome thing that has happened to him for, like, a zillion years.
I let myself fall back onto the bed, and I smile at him while he takes off his trousers and underwear. Since he's so old and everything, his cock isn't all that hard yet and he's wanking it, trying to get it up while staring at my twat.
"You'll have to be quick though, 'cause Mr. Alworth is coming to get me soon."
"Of course, of course," he mutters. I worry that I've put too much pressure on him so I smile reassuringly and spread my legs a bit more.
"Don't worry. Just take your time and enjoy yourself," I say, and I'm hoping this puts him at ease.
It still takes a while for him to get it up, and I'm a bit bored so I pick my nails and scratch my nose. Then he's ready to go, and he gets on top of me. His cock isn't all that long, but it's quite thick and I'm almost looking forward to having him inside me.
He's not so heavy which is a relief since he can't seem to hold himself up and lets me carry all his weight. Although it's been a while for him, he finds the right place to put his dick after a bit of fumbling. Mr. Alworth's toe-sucking has made me wet, so he gets it inside me without too much trouble.
Although I suppose I should be nicer about this, I'm bored and I can't seem to manage the energy to move much. Doing him this favour makes me feel kind of sexy, but I just can't seem to get excited with what he's doing. I'm just lying there while he fucks me and I'm quite impressed with his enthusiasm despite my yawning. I study my nails, and although they're not that long I've still broken one, which sucks.
Then his breathing gets ragged and I consider letting him cum inside me. I mean, he's so sweet and pathetic and I'm in a charitable mood so it seems like a nice thing to do. Then I remember that Mr. Alworth is coming to get me soon.
"Mr. ummm... Mr. butler guy. You'd better not squirt your stuff inside me, 'cause I don't think Mr. Alworth will like that." Can't believe I don't even know this guy's name!
Anyway, he groans and pulls out, and he immediately starts spraying his cum all over my twat and belly. It's obviously been ages for him and he cums hard, semen going everywhere. He shoots off all over me and on the sheets too. I didn't really think when I said to pull out, 'cause loads of his sperm gets on my dress making it all sticky and wet and yucky. It never ceases to amaze me how these older guys get all worked up when I let them fuck me. They seem to shoot their sperm all over the place. Really gross.
The butler dresses and leaves in, like, supersonic speed and he's muttering 'thank you' over and over. Afterwards I'm lying on the bed, feeling drowsy and warm. There's cum everywhere, the dress sticks to me, and I need to clean up before Mr. Alworth comes. I sit up in bed, scared I might fall asleep if I don't. I feel like I've done a good deed today. If anyone deserves to go to heaven, it's me.
TO BE CONTINUED
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