Daniel Morin loved his wife. He couldn’t fault her or their marriage; both had fulfilled all his initial hopes and more. If he ever yearned for the heady days before their children had been born—when his wife’s passion and vibrancy had held him in thrall—he never said. Back then she had been an acknowledged beauty; those in the know had called him sharp and farsighted. Society agreed that they were well-matched, and over the years, her beauty had shaped itself into a sophisticated elegance. Meanwhile he had matured into a highly respectable and very wealthy entrepreneur.
It was a true appreciation of all he had that kept his infidelities under control. Astute enough to establish limits from the outset, he made arrangements with mistresses based on a meeting of bodies rather than minds.
Although he enjoyed intellectual stimulation, Daniel tended to compartmentalise. He liked things tidy. However, over the past few years he had noticed a change. Women who would once have accepted the need for discretion in return for his affection were wanting more, demanding that at some stage he would, if not divorce his wife, at least leave her. Daniel had no intention of taking such a drastic step.
He had turned to Stephanie for a solution, and she provided just what he wanted—young women who were attractive and educated. The additional condition for which Daniel paid the agency a substantial premium was to be every girl’s first-ever client.
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“What type of music do you like?”
He waved his glass at the Bose system, indicating that he would be happy to replace his choice with that of the young woman sitting opposite him.
“Actually, whatever’s playing is lovely.”
He was pleased with her response. So far things were going well, and he would be congratulating Stephanie on finding such a perfect candidate for her agency. The girl was nervous, but that was to be expected.
“I’m glad you think so. There is somewhat of an operatic renaissance going on, with quite a few pieces crossing over to a more mainstream audience. ‘Nessun Dorma’ being a classic example. There can’t be many who haven’t at least heard Pavarotti’s version.”
Anna nodded somewhat uncertainly, and Daniel decided to change topics.
“Anna, can I ask a little about you?”
“Of course. I believe you know this is all new to me.”
“Stephanie did mention it. So, other than for the purpose for which you are here, do you work?”
“Yes. In a bank.”
“This will be very different for you, then.”
Anna nodded. Daniel knew that she really didn’t want to talk about herself. He also knew that she wanted to get the sex over with and leave as soon as it was polite to do so. But that was not his style. He enjoyed savouring his pleasures, be they food, wine or sex.
“So what made you approach the agency?” He reached over courteously to top up her glass.
“Unfortunately it’s a necessity. I have bills to pay, and no way of doing so.”
“What type of bills?”
“The usual. Power, phone, rent.”
“I see.”
He placed ten one hundred dollar bills onto the coffee table, spreading them into a fan.
“One thousand dollars. Two hours of your time. Do we have a deal?”
She stared in astonishment, and then nodded.
Daniel’s cock, already hard, strained against the fabric of his trousers. He knew Anna’s sexual experience was limited from the comprehensive notes Stephanie had read him over the phone. That was what he wanted. Not a virgin; that was too much responsibility. No, what he happily paid for was the pleasure of initiating women like Anna into the realities and benefits of whoring themselves. Little would be left of her innocence by the end of the evening. He wondered if she really understood what she was doing in selling her body. After him others would make use of her, and reason offered that she would soon rationalise her situation and even find a tolerable acceptance in being fucked without any emotional involvement. Indeed, she may become very adept at the role. But that was her future and he had no interest in that.
“So Anna, shall we get down to business?”
There was the slightest hesitation.
“What is it you wish of me?”
Daniel recognised the phrase. He had heard it from others Stephanie had sent him.
“Well, first I would like you to take off that dress.”
She carefully put her glass down and stood. That she faltered a little had nothing to do with the wine.
She turned her back. “Would you unzip me?”
“Of course. It would be my pleasure.”
He waited as she lowered her head and lifted her hair out of the way.
His touch was deliberately gentle. Considerate. Slowly he manoeuvred the zip down and, after easing the dress from her shoulders, leaned forward to place the lightest of kisses on the nape of her neck.
“Please turn around,” he said.
She did so, and he took a step back in order to fully appreciate her.
“Now, take it off.”
She shivered visibly and his cock leapt again. Her attempt to preserve her modesty by lowering first one side, then the other, while not clumsy, was completed with a lack of finesse he found appealing. That, and the urge to cover herself when the dress finally puddled on the floor.
“Beautiful.”
Daniel gazed at her perfect globes. Her skin was like velvet and he reached forward to stroke and cup each breast in turn. Her nipples hardened when the palms of his hands brushed over them.
“Just beautiful,” he repeated.
Anna closed her eyes, making him even more aware of her discomfort. His fingers lingered on her belly and he felt her shudder again.
“Undress me.”
Obediently she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and eased the expensive fabric from the waistband of his trousers.
“Now touch me.” He took her hands and placed them on his chest. If he hadn’t known already, he would have been certain then that she had never been fucked by anyone substantially older than herself.
Shrugging off his shirt, he pulled her towards him, wanting to feel her soft and warm breasts against his skin. There was no resistance, not even when he took her arms and guided them around his neck. Understanding what was required of her, she laid her cheek against his, only flinching when he placed one hand on the small of her back and gently pushed the other between her legs. Her startled cry and natural reluctance caused him to increase the pressure while he held her in place.
“Don’t fight me. Let it happen,” he whispered. As she eased apart her legs and his fingers found their way inside her, the trembling increased, but he discovered to his pleasure that she was also wet.
“Good girl,” he said. He took care to ensure he didn’t unnerve her too much as he worked his fingers in and out. To his delight, she was soon responding.
“Such a pleasure finding a woman so naturally eager to be fucked,” he murmured against her cheek.
His thumb was pressed against her clit and she was jerking in time to the thrust of his fingers. Her breathing was ragged and she was holding onto him tightly.
“Do you want it so badly?” he asked gently.
Anna said nothing, and he understood that while her body might be saying one thing, her conscience was still arguing the morality of her choices.
“Undo my trousers.”
Nothing could have been more erotic than her amateurish fumbling at his belt and zip.
Daniel knew it would take an effort to control himself. He instructed her to lie on the bed while he put on the condom she had blushingly offered, then lay down beside her. He wanted to feel every part of her, to arouse in her a real need to be fucked, and so he moved slowly, ensuring that each touch afforded her pleasure. He knew she was close to accepting him when he suckled on her breast and she held him against her, moaning softly. He forced himself to wait a moment or two longer before mounting her.
Anna’s wetness helped ease his passage. Even had he not known already, it was clear from her tightness that she had very little sexual experience. When he had embedded his cock completely, he told her to open her eyes. He didn’t want her in her own world, enjoying the sensations being aroused in her. He wanted to savour the moment she finally understood that he was introducing her to a new life.