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Subject: {ASSM} The  New Courtesan pt I    MF F-first 
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Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 05:10:05 -0400
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This erotic story is to adult enjoyment only.  Further
distribution without the express consent of the
commissioner is prohibited.  Any resemblance to actual
people or situations is purely coincidental.  No
animals were harmed writing this story.  Constructive
feedback is  appreciated.  
Enjoy

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	Meghan O'Connor returned giddy from her twenty-first birthday
party.  She had a great time with some of her friends from
school. Now, she had nothing to do at all. 
	However, her mother announced, "Meghan, I want to buy some new
clothes for your birthday.  I want you to meet Mr. Wesley.  You
ought to thank him for paying for your education."
	Her education consisted of an international junior college,
which taught young women to be pretty and charming in six
languages.  The assumption was that if a woman were pretty
enough, she would not have to actually do anything, but would get
a man to do everything for her.  Therefore, none of her friends
actually worked for money or did anything constructive. 
	When they went shopping, her mother sought out high fashion
outfits that accentuated and revealed Meghan's physical charms. 
	Meghan asked, "Why do I have to wear this stuff, mother?  It
makes me look like a slut."'
	"Because that is what Mr. Wesley expects from your college.  You
don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
	"Mother, what is your relationship with Mr. Wesley?  I was out
of the country or was cared for by nannies when I was growing up.
 Some of the kids I know told some pretty nasty rumors."
	"Well, when your father died, he was in pretty bad debt to some
fairly unwholesome characters.  He gambled and played cards.  I
think his heart attack was precipitated by his concerns about
that.  I was just a young mother of two young girls. Some of the
gangsters threatened me and even threatened you and Sarah.  I
asked Mr. Wesley for help.  He was able to save us."
	"Some of the kids say you have sex with him.  That's not true,
is it?"
	"Well, his kindness deserves some sort of compensation."
	"Mother, are you his mistress?"
	"No.  Mr. Wesley does not have a mistress.  Let's just say I
arrange social gatherings for him.  But in many ways, I'm too old
for this type of thing.  So Mr. Wesley and I reached an agreement
that if I could find a younger woman to take my place, he would
release me from certain financial arrangements that I made. "
	"What would you do?"
	"I'm not sure.  Maybe even get married again."
	"Would you marry Mr. Wesley?"
	"Oh never.  Marriage should be between equals, and no woman can
equal Mr. John Wesley.   I have my eye on someone else."
	"How would you find another woman?" 
	"Dear, this is where you come in.  If I leave Mr. Wesley, I
couldn't support you anymore."
	"Me? You can't offer me to Mr. Wesley.  What about Sarah?  She's
prettier and sexier than I am."
	"You are just as pretty as your older sister.  I offered her to
Mr. Wesley, but she does not have the personality to be a
hostess.  She is too involved with herself and her own pleasure.
She does not think of me or Mr. Wesley."
	"But Sarah is so sexy.  I love the way she flaunts her body
around.  I wish I could do that."
	"Dear, you can be sexy too, if you try.  That is why I want you
to meet Mr. Wesley."
	"What would I have to do with him?  Would I have to sleep with
him?  I'm not sure I could handle that.  I'm still a virgin,
after all."
	"How could a woman as pretty as you still be a virgin?  I
thought modern women drop into bed at the slightest suggestion. 
I know Sarah did.   You're not a lesbian, are you?"
	"Of course not.  Basically, I'm shy.  Also I knew many women in
college who had negative experience with their boy friends.  Some
of my friends have been beaten or raped.  So, I never allowed any
intimate contact with any of the guys."
	"Well, you don't have to do anything you don't want to.  No one
is going to beat you or rape you.   You just have to meet Mr.
Wesley, and we'll see where it goes from there." 
	"I'll try not to disappoint you, Mother."
	Beatrice, Meghan's mother, felt somewhat guilty lying to her
daughter about her history and about what might befall Meghan
when she met Mr. Wesley.  She had really been a courtesan who had
sex with Mr. Wesley and his associates. Beatrice rationalized
that nothing that could happen to Meghan would be any worse than
what had happened to her, and that if Meghan and Mr. Wesley did
not work our, Meghan might have to get a real job.   She was also
thrilled to discover that Meghan was a virgin, something that she
knew would please Mr. Wesley.
	Beatrice and Meghan drove to Mr. Wesley's estate in the country.
Beatrice pressed a button in her sports car that opened a gate. 
They drove several hundred feet into the estate, until they
reached the mansion.   A uniformed servant came to greet them.  
	The servant said, "Welcome back, ma'am.  Is this your daughter?
She is as pretty as you are.  I have instructions to bring you
into the house.  Mr. Wesley is on conference calls this
afternoon, but he will join you for dinner." 
	Meghan and her mother were shown to separate adjacent bedrooms.
A maid helped Meghan unpack.  
	Meghan was impressed by the size and luxury of the estate.  She
had visited the estates of some of her friends in college, but
most paled compared to this.  The bedrooms where large, each
having a king size bed, a small wet bar, and a large bathroom. 
The rooms looked out on acres of rolling woods and trails. 
	Before leaving for her own room, her mother said, "Dear, you
might want to shower and relax.   But be sure to wear the gown
that I chose for you."
	The maid collected Beatrice and Meghan, and brought them down to
dinner.   Meghan wore a low back dress, which enabled her to
display her ample cleavage, but precluded a bra.  Beatrice wore a
dress with high spaghetti straps.   In the large bar room they
finally met Mr. Wesley.   He was a handsome man in his late
forties, dressed in blue sports coat and open shirt.  He was not
tall, but he was well built, and had hard blue eyes and a focused
stare.   Meghan felt faint under his charismatic gaze. 
	He greeted Beatrice with a gentle kiss and an affectionate pat
on the ass.   
	He said, "It's good to see you again, Bea.   And this must be
Meghan.  Bea, she is even prettier than you described in your
pictures."
	Meghan extended her hand, and said, softly, "I'm glad to meet
you, Mr. Wesley.  Mother says I must thank you for paying for my
education."
	He replied, "Indeed you must tell me all about it.  But, first a
drink.  Arthur, let's have some Champaign" 
	After drinks, they sat down for dinner in the small but elegant
dining room.  Meghan gradually relaxed enough to relate stories
about her experiences in Paris, Milan, Madrid, and London, along
with the people she met there.  She slipped into French and
German to describe the students and teachers.  
	When dinner and desert was over, Mr. Wesley stood close to
Meghan.   She winced slightly when he reached to gently fondle
her 36C breasts through her dress.  
	"Lovely, just lovely," he commented.
	He pulled himself away and said, "Meghan, I want to get to know
you better.  Tomorrow, I will take you on a tour of the estate."
	He left the room, and the maid escorted Meghan and her mother
upstairs.   Meghan did not see her mother sneak into Mr. Wesley's
room that night. 
	The next morning, when Meghan went down to breakfast, she found
her mother and Mr. Wesley already there.   She gave both a
sensitive kiss. Mr. Wesley wanted a more thorough embrace.
	Meghan said, "Mr. Wesley, you did not come to my room last
night."
	"Did you want me to?"
	"No.  But I sort of expected you."
	"Well, I think we should get to know each other better first,
don't you?  After you get dressed, I'll show you around." 
	He showed her the gym, the library, and the pool.  They explored
his wine closet the kitchen.  They went down stairs to his large
party room, with a wet bar and several couches and beds. 
Finally, they went outside to his stable. 
	He asked, "Do you ride, Meghan?"
	She answered, "Yes.  They taught me that in school.  But I did
not bring the appropriate clothes."
	"I'm glad I'm finally getting something useful out of that
school.  I'm sure Mrs. Buckholtz can find something that fits."
	The maid, Mrs. Buckholtz, did find something that fit, after
being warned by Beatrice.  Meghan came back downstairs dressed in
a polo shirt and riding pants.   She chose a spirited mare, while
Mr. Wesley chose a stallion.   They rode through the estate until
lunchtime.   After lunch, Meghan changed and went swimming in the
pool.   In the evening she returned to her room to rest and
change for dinner.  Her mother chose a dress even more revealing
than the one she wore before.
	When she arrived for dinner, she found three other guests.  Her
mother introduced the first.  
	"Dear, this is Tom Elliot.   He runs a Fortune 500 business."
	Meghan noticed that Tom had his arm around Beatrice and was
holding her close.
	The second was her sister, Sarah.  Sarah ran up to her and
exclaimed, "Behold, a virgin about to be sacrificed to the
gods."
	Before Meghan could ask for an explanation, Sarah turned to the
man next to her, "Meghan, this is Lord Richard Fitzroy."
	"Charmed, Madam," Fitzroy said, kissing her hand.
	At first Meghan wondered whether Fitzroy was a fake, but it
turned out that she went to school with his cousin.  
	They had a delightful dinner, with excellent drinks and wine. 
Meghan wondered how her mother and sister had met such handsome
and rich men.   She then realized that Mr. Wesley was handsomer
and richer than both of them.  
	After dinner, they went outside on the balcony.   Mr. Wesley led
her to a dark corner.  He embraced her sweetly, placing his hands
on her back.  He lowered them, until he was fondling her ass.  He
then stepped back until he could reach inside her dress, to play
with her tits.
	He commented, "You are so lovely.  Come with me."
	He led her up some stairs to his bedroom.  After fondling her
some more, he said, "Lower your dress.  I want to admire your
body."
	She unbuttoned the dress, letting he fall to the floor.  She
stood in her panties.
	She murmured, "I will do anything you ask.  You may have your
way with me.  Just be easy with me.  I've never done this
before."
	He pulled her by the arm over to the bed.  He sat down and
buried his face in her breasts.   She delighted in the tingling
feeling.  He pulled her panties to the floor.
	He commented, "You have the prettiest cunt. It must run in the
family."
	If she had known where to look, she would have seen photographs
of her mother and sister, along with two dozen other women, in
highly provocative poses.  He gently felt her slit, causing her
to wobble slightly.  
	He instructed, "Lie on the bed.  I want to delight in your
body."
	She lay down, keeping her legs apart.  He dove between her legs,
filling her with wonder.  He licked and kissed her pussy until
she was almost screaming with pleasure.  He easily found her
sensitive clitoris.
	She yelled, "Oh my God!  That feels so good!  So good!"  
	Her body vibrated as a fierce orgasm coursed through her.   
	When she was finished, he let her relax.
	He then said, "This is not fair.  You are naked and I'm fully
dressed.  Let me remove my clothes so I can lie with you."
	He rapidly shed his clothes and retuned to her side.   He then
climbed onto her chest, leaving his prick in front of her face.
	He instructed, "Kiss it.  Try to return the pleasure I just gave
you."
	"I'm not sure I can."
	"Just try."
	She tentatively placed her lips on his penis.  She was surprised
by how rapidly it grew under her manipulation.   She could see
the pleasure in his face, so she knew she must have been doing
something right.  She resumed her efforts, until his prick grew
hard and his breathing deepened. 
	Suddenly, he pulled away.  
	"Is something wrong?" she asked.
	"No. I just want to take you the right way.   Here, help me with
this condom."
	She replied, "Yes, take me. Have your way with me.   But be
gentle.  This is my first time."
	Mr. Wesley found it hard to believe that this beautiful creature
was still a virgin.
	He got on top of her and eased his prick in her slit.  She
winced slightly as he entered, but otherwise did not protest. 
She sighed when he was fully encased in her quim.
	"That feels so good, " she sighed.
	She closed her eyes, letting the feeling engulf her.  He worked
over her slowly, letting it grow.  Her moans grew louder, until
they merged into a series of high-pitched squeals. She
instinctively thrust up him to magnify the fire in her loins.  He
tried to hold off his own pleasure, but her tight pussy brought
him to the edge. 
	"I'm going to cum," he grunted.  
	He sent waves of pleasure into her body.  However, when he was
finished he did not relax.  He kept moving inside her, even
though he had already filled the condom.
	He whispered, "You are so hot and so tight.  I want you again."
	"Take me all you want.  Take me forever."
	He resumed his thrusts, until his prick expanded even larger
than it was before.   She thrashed about the bed, letting him do
what he wanted.  She was in ecstasy.  He continued carrying her
through several orgasms until he reached the point of no return.
He then jammed additional squirts of sperm into the full condom.

	He finally withdrew, leaving them both breathless, but
satisfied.  When he got up to empty the condom, she drifted off
to sleep.   When she got up to use the bathroom, she saw that her
toiletries had somehow found their way in. 
	When she awoke in the morning, he was already in the shower. 
When he came out, he said, "You were wonderful last night.   Take
your shower, put on a bathrobe, and come down stairs for
breakfast." 
	At breakfast, every one could see her face glowing with sexual
satisfaction.  Then Mrs. Buckholtz came down with the bed sheet
displaying her virgin stain.
	Her mother exclaimed, "Oh Meghan, I'm so proud of you. "
	Sara commented, "That's better than I could do."
	Finally, Mr. Wesley said, "Meghan was better than I expected.  I
want to begin your training here next week."
	"What sort of training?"
	"Why, in the erotic arts.  In the arts of giving and receiving
pleasure."
	"Why do I have to be trained?"
	"My dear, you were a virgin until yesterday.  You have a lot to
learn.  Besides, what is your alternative?  Your mother can no
longer support you.   What else would you do, become a Hooters
waitress? "	
	The image of Meghan as a Hooters girl struck every one as
genuinely funny, except for Meghan herself, who did not know what
Hooters was. 
	Mr. Wesley told Meghan, "If you want to train here, get a
gynecological exam, go on the pill and have your pussy waxed.  I
will work out the financials with your mother." 	Mr. Wesley
ordered mimosas for everyone.  They all toasted Meghan and her
new adventure. 
	
	


 

	
	
	

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