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YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE - Chapters 5 and 6 (Mf feet)

Written by Ossified

Comments welcome to ossified AT hushmail DOT com





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.




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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YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE - Chapters 5 and 6 (Mf feet)
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