YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE
Written by Ossified
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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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TO BE CONTINUED


  
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