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Nikki reached into Charles’ lap. She was kneeling in front of him, his legs spread, her knees between his feet. She reached to his belt, undid it, and then pulled open the zipper of his fly. His cock was hard. Already straining against the fabric. When she released it, it popped forward like a flagpole.

Charles’ cock was beautiful. Long and straight and thick, big without being too big. Elegant in a way. So fitting with the rest of him. The head was dark with blood, swollen, pulsing. The ridge of the head was rounded and looked almost like it was screwed onto the shaft; as if she could unscrew it like a lid. Nikki could see the veins standing out, particularly the large vein running along the bottom. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. It was just so luscious looking, looked like it would fit perfectly in her mouth. Oh how she wanted it.

“I want your clothes off dear. What is left of them.” Charles’ voice broke Nikki out of her reverie. “Stand up.”

Nikki followed his instructions, tearing her eyes from his penis. In her peripheral vision, she could see him take it in his right hand, stroking slowly up and down the underside. She stood in front of him, waiting. Knowing that was her job. To wait. To follow. She didn’t need to wonder what he wanted, what was expected. Didn’t need to take any initiative or worry in anyway. It was really quite pleasant, if slightly humiliating.

“Unzip the dress… I think the zipper is on the left side.” It was. Nikki reached up and unzipped it.

“Now let it down off your shoulders. Quick.” Nikki pushed the straps down, and the dress fell into a heap at her feet. It was torn and sweaty anyway, being wrinkled wasn’t going to hurt it more. But Nikki struggled against the instinct to pick it up. He hadn’t told her to do so, and he was clearly in command mode.

“You can pick it up, I can tell you want to.” Charles laughed. “Put it on the back of the desk chair. You may need to wear it to go home.” Nikki did as he told her, and then came back, in her torn stockings, incredibly high shoes, and her tight garter belt, to stand in front of Charles.

Charles was still stroking his cock, lightly. Keeping it hard. “Turn around, girl. And back up closer to me, right up here.”

Nikki’s ass was level with his face. She knew he could see every imperfection, every dimple in the flesh, every bump and blemish. He could smell her. She was glad that Tran had removed all her hair and cleaned her so carefully. At least she didn’t have to worry about hygiene. She could feel him unlacing the back of the garter belt. Ahhh. The release of it! It had been so tight. She hadn’t even realized how tight until he took it off.

“You can unsnap the garters yourself, and take the belt off. Turn back to me to do it.” Nikki bent over and fumbled with the fasteners. She wasn’t used to it. The stockings were in shreds, but the little bands of silicone coated elastic were still holding them up.

“You will have marks! It looked nice, but I’m going to tell Mark not to lace it so tight when he’s presenting you.” Charles seemed pensive, like he was trying to record this for future reference in his memory. “Some people like to see marks on their girls, but others don’t. Personally, I prefer to make the marks.” Charles looked at her with an openly lecherous look. Nikki shivered. After all, he could do anything he wanted to her. Mark wasn’t even watching this time. But she trusted Charles. Strange, she had only known him for such a short time, but their bond was already so strong.

“Put your right foot up here on my knee, and I’ll unstrap your shoe.”

It was an awkward position, balancing on one leg. But she did it. First for the right foot and then the left. She slipped her feet out of the shoes and then he let her remove the tattered stockings.

Now Nikki was standing naked before him. They had been through so much together, in the few short hours they had known each other. But this was the first time he had seen her naked. A new level of intimacy. She felt his eyes on her. Saw him still stroking his cock.

“Oh, my dear. So pretty. Such creamy skin. Such full breasts. And your nipples! So pretty, so so pretty. Mmmm.” Charles seemed almost lost in thought.

“Come over here. Come sit on my lap. Yes, like that.” Charles’ voice was encouraging as he helped her straddle him, spreading her legs and settling her down, one knee on either side of him. His hands were on her hips, her breasts in his face. He was still fully dressed, but she could feel his naked cock, hot against her thigh.

Charles’ hands were tracing her body, moving over the curve of her hips, over the marks on her waist, up to her breasts, cupping them, holding them, kneading them. She felt so beautiful, feeling his hands on her. She could feel his appreciation of her body. Could feel it like a balm. He felt all of it, wanted to possess it. And took it all without judgement, with just a wide eyed wonder. He didn’t care about the little roll of fat in the middle of her back, or the way her breasts hung down a little. He didn’t mind that she had thick ankles, and a lot of muscles, that she wasn’t tiny, that she didn’t look like a Barbie doll. She was a real woman. And he was enjoying that. It made her feel great.

Nikki could feel the arousal building again. Could feel the warmth of it, as Charles’ hands moved over her. She moaned softly as she felt him touch her nipples. He brought her breast to his mouth and she felt the wet warmth of him enveloping her. She felt her nipple respond, the tissues contracting, the sensation moving down from her nipple, connecting directly to her cunt. Like her clit was linked with a cord, through her core, to her breast. She felt the moisture surge.

Now Nikki was moaning with each breath. Rhythmically. Her hips were moving in space, her cunt contracting -- searching, wanting, hoping. Oh how she wanted his cock inside her. Wanted to feel the heat of it, the warmth filling her, expanding her from the inside out. She could feel the head of his cock, sliding now along the length of her labia. Warm, firm, bigger and warmer than any finger. Her wetness so slick that he was gliding, frictionless. She was rocking against him now, moaning, moaning, moaning.

“Steady now girl. I’ll give it to you, don’t worry.” Charles was speaking softly in her ear, as he would to a skittish horse or a baby he was trying to change.

But his mouth was on her breast again, his cock still hot against her. She tried to breathe deeply to hold it off. Tried to keep the orgasm at bay. Her voice was getting louder, she could hear it in her own ears, her arousal intense.

“You want it? Tell me. I want to hear you beg for it.” Charles’ voice was low, now, insistent. He was going to impose some discipline here!

Nikki struggled to get enough control over her breath. “Oh, Sir. Please Sir. Please! I want it.”

“Tell me what you want.” Charles took Nikki by the shoulders and pushed her slightly away from himself so that he could look her in the eye.

“I want your cock inside me, Sir. I want you to fuck me.” Nikki gasped again. “Please, please, please, oh Sir. Please fuck me.”

Charles smiled. “Good girl. That was what I wanted.”

He took Nikki by the hips, pulled her up to let his cock extend to its full length, and settled her back down on him. She could feel the velvet head touching her opening.

“Ohhhhh” It felt like the air was being expelled forcibly from her lungs. The anticipation of it. The feeling of warmth, the sensation of it right there, ready to enter her. She gasped again.

“Please, oh please, oh please, oh please.” It was almost a chant now. She felt like she had been reduced to some basic element. She was all cunt. All gaping, wanting, desiring, cunt.

Charles lowered her more now, and she felt his member sliding in, pushing into her swollen vagina, pushing deeper, entering, probing. Her stomach tightened, ribs contracting, feeling his heat. “Ahhhhhh!” Such a relief. She felt him inside her, and felt the orgasm well up, too strong to hold off now, she just let herself feel it, succumbed to it. The warmth spread out like a mushroom inside her, expanding, expanding, expanding, and she cried out, her head snapping back, voice ringing in her own ears, she could feel her cunt contracting on his cock, could feel the spasms radiating out from deep inside her.

Nikki collapsed forward, gasping, resting her head on Charles’ shoulder. His cock still buried deep inside her, rocking gently, just sliding a tiny amount.

“Ohh, Sir, Ohh. Ohhh.” Nikki couldn’t speak. She was like a puddle, all of her muscles relaxed. She felt as if she were floating, her mind floating above her body, the bliss infusing her. So warm. So happy. So full.

She just wanted to stay this way, right in this moment, forever. But he wasn’t stopping. Charles was rocking his hips up now, moving inside her. Sliding just a little bit in and out, his pelvic bone crushing up against her clit. She wanted a little more time to recover, but he wasn’t going to let her have it. He was sliding, sliding, pushing up through her incredibly hot wet cunt. She was like liquid heat inside now, the orgasm making her so incredibly wet.

Nikki could feel Charles hands on her hips, his cock filling her. She moaned, but could feel the feeling starting to build again. She sat up a little straighter and started to rock, moving up and down on his cock. Her breasts were jiggling in front of his face, her thighs straining as she moved up and down. It felt so incredibly good. She could feel the soft fabric of his Egyptian cotton shirt, the rougher fabric of his summer weight wool trousers. But mostly she could feel his cock, hot, hard, pulsing inside her.

Charles sped up his thrusts. She could feel his intensity building. His cock seemed to get even bigger inside her. She could feel the ridge of the head rubbing against her vaginal walls with each thrust. Now he was thrusting even harder, breathing harder, grunting a little with each stroke. His desire only fanned the flames of Nikki’s. She could feel herself react to his intensity. His voice reaching deep down inside her. She looked at his face, could see him building, his mouth opening, wide, wider.

Charles was pushing hard up into her as she moved up and down on his cock, riding his thrusts. She could feel it building in her, too. Her nipples getting harder, her skin flushed, her mouth open. And her noises. She could hear her own voice ringing in her ears, it was deep and throaty now, urgent. Charles could hear her reaching for her orgasm, getting closer and closer.

They were building on each other, each getting closer as they felt the other get closer. Nikki saw Charles’ face unwind further, his eyes widening, his mouth opening, his breath hard. She felt her body answer, going up, up, up. The muscles in her stomach tightening, the warmth expanding out. She could feel her thighs shaking, her breasts still bobbing in front of him.

Nikki saw Charles cum, before she felt the spurt deep up inside her. She saw his face contract, his eyes glaze completely; he looked incredibly far away. And then she felt it, felt his cock expand, felt the hard thrust as he let go, and felt the hot eruption deep inside her. The combination of seeing him and feeling him, pushing her up and over the edge. She came, hard, her breath exploding from her lungs, her cunt spasming, milking the last drops of cum out of him.

It was quiet for a moment or two as they both caught their breath. His cock was still deep inside her, softening now. She felt the drops of sweat running down her sides. Knew her hair was totally plastered to her head. Charles held her to him, letting the cotton of his shirt absorb some of their sweat. She didn’t want to think about what his pants were going to look like. She hoped that most of their juices had been absorbed by his shorts.

After they had recovered sufficiently, he gently pushed her away, gazing into her face. He searched her eyes, looking from one to the other. “Yes. I see it. I see you. We are connected now. You will never forget me. I have marked you. This was a special moment.”

“Yes, Sir. You have, Sir.” Nikki could feel it. He was part of her now, part of her soul. He had touched her in a special way.

“Now clean me off, girl. Slide off carefully, and then use your tongue. I don’t want to have to dry clean these pants.” It was back to business for Charles.

Nikki very carefully pushed herself up, stumbling slightly as she reached a standing position. She blinked. She felt lightheaded. But she had a task to do. She kneeled before him again, leaning forward and extending her tongue. Ohhh the smell of it. Her juices mixed with his cum – pure sex. Strong, sharp, pungent.

Nikki started at the head of his cock and worked her way down. Most of their fluids were pooled at the base of his cock, easy enough to clean with her tongue. But she needed to move his pants away to really get at his scrotum.

“Sir, may I remove your pants?” Nikki tried to strike the right respectful tone. She had her hands poised at his waist.

“Start with my shoes, girl.”

Nikki bent down and unlaced his shoes, remembering how she had kissed these shoes at the restaurant. It felt like ages ago, but it must have only been an hour or two. She carefully opened the laces, and removed the shoes. She put them carefully to the side.

“Now you can remove the pants.” Charles stood up. She reached forward and helped guide the pants down over his hips.

Ohh! She had almost forgotten. In the throws of the pleasure he had given her and the connection she felt with him, she had lost sight of how old he was. Now looking at his slightly wizened legs, the skin discolored in places, the knees wrinkly, the flesh hanging slightly from the bones, she was confronted by it. He might be incredibly well preserved, athletic, strong, but he was still 71.

Nikki swallowed hard. Feeling disgust and revulsion welling up inside her. It went against everything she had ever believed in, to be with a man over twice her age. More than old enough to be her father, old enough to be her grandfather (even if just barely!). She blinked again, and centered herself on her submission. Thought again about what Mark had told her – it didn’t matter what Charles looked like, how old he was, how fit, how attractive, he was responsible for her, he was in charge, he would take care of her, he owned her. This was part of her submission.

Nikki felt the transmutation; felt the unease transform itself through submission to desire. In a split second, less than the time it took to totally remove Charles’ pants, she had gotten over it. She had accepted her position, accepted what was happening, submitted to it, all anew. She had connected with Charles’ position, his role, rather than his physical manifestation. She felt warm towards him, attracted to him, wanted to please him. She smiled, loving her submission.

“Quick now, dear, take off the rest of my clothes. I want to take you to bed.” Charles was encouraging. “Oh, darn. I better call Mark and let him know I want to keep you. Don’t want him waiting up. Bring me the phone.”

Nikki looked over at the desk and saw that there was a cordless phone. She brought it to Charles, realizing that he was about to call her trainer and have another conversation about her as if she was not there, as if she was not human.

Charles dialed a number. A moment or two passed. “Oh, hello Mark. Charles Tilton here.”

“No, no, everything is fine. More than fine.”

Nikki could imagine Marks’ end of the conversation, even if she couldn’t hear it, but it was still strange to only hear one side.

“She is quite a slave. She pleases me. I am going to keep her overnight. I have a meeting in the morning, but I don’t need to leave for the airport until 3, so you can pick her up then.”

Another pause.

“Yes. I will. Unhuh.”

Shorter pause.

“Yes. You can expect my report by the end of the day tomorrow. I will complete it on the flight.”

“Yes, good-bye.”

Charles turned back to Nikki. “Mark seemed quite pleased. He told me to tell you that he is proud of you.” Charles smiled at Nikki. “He knows I haven’t kept a girl overnight in a long time.” Charles paused to think. “I think it has been 10 years!” He made a little noise, like a “hunh”, through his nose. “I hadn’t thought of that in ages. But nobody has pleased me enough.” He smiled again.

“You however, girl, you I want to keep by my side all night.”

He took Nikki by the hand. “Come, let’s go to bed.”