Part 7
It was 3:00 AM when I woke her. She had been asleep for at least three hours. We
had been out to dinner with my friend Jay and his concubine Bianca. At the meal,
Jay had enjoyed Aline thoroughly. I had taken oral and anal pleasure with his
little girl Bianca, but not in that order. I had taken Aline back to the suite
that I keep in the hotel, and used her in much the same way that I had used
Bianca. This had been at Aline's request, and it had been extremely challenging
for her. Earlier in the day she had been a complete virgin. How dramatically she
had changed! I was reminded of the words of Machiavelli some four hundred years
earlier. "It is good for your people to fear you, and it is good for your people
to love you. However if you must choose between the two, it is more practical
for your people to fear you." In Aline's case, I used fear to invoke love.
At any rate I awoke at 3:00 AM in a state of arousal. So I woke her with a kiss.
She was of course, still nude. She kissed me back without a word. I put my hand
into her loins, and immediately put one, and then two fingers into her vagina.
She was obviously very sore, but she didn't say a word, and very, very quickly
became quite wet. I gently spread her legs, and mounted her casually. As I
entered her, she was still very tight, but no longer like a closed fist. I could
feel her tearing slightly, as she again began to bleed. She wrapped her legs
around me tightly as she had been instructed to do, and moved in concert with me
as we accelerated toward a collision. I held her ass cheeks in my hands, and
periodically fingered her rectum. She whispered her love to me through her
tears, which had renewed from the pain she was in. I climaxed in an explosion.
There is no other way to describe it. It was simply a sexual collision. In that
long moment there was a flash of white, and I felt that I was in contact with
her essential being. We both fell back to sleep.
I awoke first in the morning and called room service. The waiter delivered it
with Aline still naked in bed. I put a robe on and let him in. I had him bring
the tray out to the terrace of the suite. The view of the street was always
enjoyable to me, especially so in the morning. I could look out at traffic, even
though the vined trellis made it nearly impossible for passersby to see in. The
waiter set the tray up and left. I poured a cup of coffee for myself, and called
Aline out, as I sat down. She demurely came out onto the terrace completely
naked. She stood in front of me as with one hand I drank my coffee. With my
other hand I fondled her inner thighs and buttocks. I looked into her face as
she looked at the floor. I asked her to get onto her knees, and she did so
immediately in front of me. I said to her, "You know what to do. Do it."
I opened my legs around her as she opened her robe. Kneeling between my legs
first thing in the morning, she was amazingly beautiful! In spite of that, I was
not yet aroused to an erection. With one hand she lifted my flaccid penis. She
opened her mouth and put the entire flat part of her tongue onto my scrotum,
leaving it there as she breathed onto it with her mouth. Her breath was
incredibly warm! She did this like an act of worship for two or three minutes.
She had learned well from the videos! At the end of this period, my penis was
fully engorged, nine inches long and two inches thick. She worshipped her way up
to the top of it with her mouth, and buried it in her mouth to the front of her
throat.
I spent the next ten minutes eating my breakfast, as she sucked me for dear
life. She made slurping sounds unashamedly. She circled my cock with her tongue
when it wasn't all the way down her throat, almost giving it a massage while it
was in her mouth. Every second stroke she took it down into the small part of
her throat, burying all nine inches in through her mouth, all the while cupping
her hands under my balls. She did this as though her life depended on it, and in
one sense it did. Finally I exploded. I could feel her sense the first spurt as
it hit the back of her throat, and my pleasure heightened as I felt her swallow,
as she continued to stroke and suck. I believe I spurted six times, and she
gulped all of it without ever breaking up her pace. She continued to massage it
with her tongue until it again went flaccid, and I lifted her head gently. I
kissed her lightly on the lips, told her she was a good girl, and motioned her
up into a chair so that she could enjoy her breakfast. This time, there would be
no brushing of her teeth until after the meal. She would eventually adjust to
this taste, and all the other tastes of her life.
We finished this meal in silence, enjoying the simple sounds of the street. I
told her to shower quickly, and get into the thong bikini I had purchased for
her the day before. We were going to the hotel pool for a couple of hours.
Shortly we were both showered and appropriately changed and Aline walked with me
to the pool. I inspected her closely before we left. She had been paddled very
hard three times the day before. She had been extensively spanked hard another
two times, all on her bare bottom. The record of this was very, very clear on
her ass cheeks and thigh backs. The paddlings had left four donut shaped
bruises, one on each ass cheek, and one on each thigh back. Each of these was
black and blue, leaving absolutely no question about what had happened. The
spankings had left her entire backside red, with some of the capillaries
showing. Obviously it was a supplemental beating that anyone looking at it would
immediately understand. Her bikini was a thong, string bikini. This meant that
her entire ass was completely visible. The front of the bottom had a very small
V that at two inches wide, at the widest part, left virtually nothing to the
imagination. In this case, reality was as good as imagination. The bikini top
was similar. Most of it was string. It covered the nipples of her 34 C cup
breasts and that was all. Gravity didn't seem to touch her breasts at all.
As we passed people, and they looked back at her, I took pleasure in their shock
as they realized some things she had been doing in the last 24 hours. Aline, on
the other hand, seemed only to focus on whatever I wanted her to do, as I
directed her toward the hotel pool. There were a couple of personal security
guards with us also, that were on my payroll, and they were huge, but extremely
discreet.
We walked into the pool area and took a couple of chaises by the cabana that I
keep there. A valet put towels down for each of us. Aline looked at me
questioningly, and I took her face in my hands and kissed her lightly. I
politely suggested that she might be more comfortable lying face down. She
nodded, and without a word lied down on her stomach on the chaise. I sat on my
chaise next to her, and reaching over to stroke her legs, I opened them to
afford a better view of her crotch. I realized that men in particular were
likely to casually walk by, as they feigned wanting to take a simple stroll
around the pool, in order to get a better, close up view of Aline's ass and
body. I therefore had her open her legs enough to give them the ability to look
up into her crotch area as they walked past. Aline probably realized this, but
didn't reveal her recognition in any way.
I continued sitting on my chaise as various men walked by. There were a number
of men that I knew well, and I nodded at them, speaking to a few. A number of
men kept suites at the hotel, in much the same way that I did. There were
perhaps 10 of them around the pool this morning. They were all accompanied by at
least one girl. Some had two or three. The girls ranged in age from what I would
guess was 14, to perhaps 27. They were all beautiful. Most of them were marked
in some way. A few girls were striped on their asses, backs, or thighs from a
caning or a whipping. Others had very visible finger marks in red, on the parts
of their asses that were visible. One or two had bruises like Aline's, although
to my perception, they were not as pronounced.
The thing that was interesting to me at the pool though, was not the men that I
knew. It was all the people that I didn't know. There must have been 75
strangers. Most were tourists, vacationing in a tropical climate. Of these, some
were couples, and others were families. The men of the families could not stop
their eyes from roving to the various girls that were being displayed by their
owners. They were almost spellbound. They were obviously torn between wanting to
protect their families from the lifestyle being paraded in front of them, and
wanting to participate in that same lifestyle. One man in particular walked
around the pool 5 times. Each time that he passed Aline, he drank her body in
with his eyes, and his mouth opened as he stared at the donuts on her legs and
ass. He looked at me. I returned his gaze with a small smile. The most
interesting thing about the man however, was his family.
You see the man was with his wife and daughter. I would place his wife at about
35. I would place his daughter at perhaps 15. He was about 45. His wife was very
attractive. She was perhaps 5'3", and she probably weighed 110 lbs. Very good
figure. Nice breasts and a tasteful bikini. She didn't look at me at all. Their
daughter on the other hand, was gorgeous. She was just under 5 feet tall. I
would guess she weighed 95lbs. Blonde hair to her shoulder blades, and somewhere
between an A and B cup breasts. She had perfect creamy white skin. More strange
yet, she had a thong, string bikini on that I could have interchanged with the
one Aline was wearing. I found myself wondering what this father and mother were
thinking when they let their daughter come to this particular pool dressed like
this? Obviously, they had not been thinking at all.
I could stop myself from staring at his daughter. She was absolutely perfect. As
she lied on her stomach, I stared at her ass. She looked up, obviously feeling
someone staring at her, and looked around the pool until she made eye contact
with me. As we connected from across the pool, I smiled at her. She blushed and
looked down, and then she looked back at me. I smiled at her again, this time
more aggressively. She smiled a little bit, in spite of her embarrassment. I
motioned her to come over, and this gesture proved to be too much for her
father, who as he had been staring at Aline, had watched this entire
interchange. He transitioned immediately, probably without ever realizing it,
from leering adult, to indignant, protective parent.
He motioned for his daughter to lie back down on her chaise, and walked over to
me in a belligerent manner. I don't think he even saw my security guards walking
right behind him. He came right up to me and said, "Who the hell do you think
you are? You think you can stare at my daughter like you own her? You think you
can ask her out? I know all about you people, and you don't scare me at all!!
You want to fuck with me? Let's have it out it right here, Motherfucker!"
He was just about to poke me in the chest with his finger, when he felt the huge
hand of my security guard on his shoulder. He turned to look, and the anger left
him, like the air out of a balloon. I motioned to the security guard to stop for
a second. I said to the father, "UM, I'd like to thank you in advance for
everything that you're going to give me." I said it softly, almost in a whisper.
He had to strain to listen, and he looked perplexed. He asked me, "What do you
think I'm going to give you?"
I looked him in the eyes, and connected with him in the warmest way I could. I
smiled at him as I answered. "Everything. Everything you have."
