J. Benford - The Family Haven 1

The address was also in the West End, and she had to meet Tse Ling whom she remembered seeing for just a very few brief moments at the Agency, after she had been interviewed by the woman. A small Oriental had admitted her into this expensively furnished apartment, and now after a few minutes waiting, the portly smiling Tse Ling himself came into the room, gave her his apologies for keeping her waiting, and bowed low.

She saw he was wearing a very ornate silken dressing robe. She thought it odd that he should have been taking a bath at this time, when her appointment had been arranged. She had been on time to the dot, she was not early or late, and yet he had not been ready for her. He poured her a drink and started to talk about the impending company that he was getting together. She sipped at the drink. It was strong, rather like a concoction of whiskey and other spirits. She did not drink much, and this drink was positively too strong for her; she disliked it and yet feared it might offend him if she showed she did not want to drink. She tried to continue sipping at it. She had heard that Orientals had strange ideas about hospitality being refused, and with the chance to get into a theatrical company at the wage that had been mentioned, the last thing she wanted to do was to upset this important little man.

He went through her previous experience; or rather, her lack of experience. She knew he must have all these details already, but he seemed to be intent on going through every minute detail again. She wished she had taken more time with her drink, for now that her glass was empty he hastened to re-fill it. By this time, however, she was beginning to acquire a taste for it, not knowing that it contained a sex-lust-inducing drug; and by the time her second glass was empty she felt strangely relaxed and happy. She kept answering his questions, but instead of sitting upright in her chair and being very attentive to him all the time, she leaned back more comfortably, quite aware that his slant little eyes were looking down at her legs, which were not being kept so primly together as had been the case when she first sat opposite to him.

Tse Ling was not sitting quite so demurely as before, either. For his part he began to sprawl on his chair, his change of position allowing the silken robe to fall open at the front. Her eyes opened. She could hardly believe her senses, but the portly Oriental was really naked beneath the robe, and not far from her wide staring eyes was a huge glistening yellow cock. She knew he was watching her as she tried to avert her eyes from his naked torso. When at last she looked up into his beaming face, she felt embarrassed and ashamed, but when he placed a hand under his long thick dong, she again looked down at it. She saw him gently lift the heavy shaft in his palm. His voice was teasingly soft as he said, "Young Missie likes, eh? You not feel so shy after the little drink Tse Ling give you eh?"

She felt almost hypnotized as he drew her to her feet, his strong hands on her wrists, pulling her to him as he also stood up. That long thick manly shaft was being sandwiched between his naked hairy stomach and her pretty dress. He put his mouth to hers, during the long kiss that followed he had his tongue insinuated well into her mouth. She wanted to resist, to make it not quite so easy for him, but her will power had gone, it seemingly had disappeared into that empty spirit glass. Before her lips were released from his mouth, she was returning the tonguing and rubbing her tongue-tip along the edges of his thick wet gums and at the back of his teeth.

His hands were gripping her asscheeks through her clothing, and the way he was pulling her against his naked, hard cock and slowly worming his body from side to side was making her experience thrills she knew she should never allow an elderly man, and an Oriental at that, to get her to enjoy… and yet she was getting pleasure from his kissing and his touching… a lot of pleasure.

When he was sure he had excited her enough, he drew her down into the very large soft square-shaped divan that stood in the corner of his luxurious apartment. She lay still, breathing heavily alongside him as his hands commenced a thorough exploration of her lovely body. When he broke off from the kissing or the caressing of her face with his lips to speak, it was with words of encouragement to her about what a lucky girl she would be if he decided to let her join the small select company he was forming, of how much money she would be able to earn, of how much better off she would be than with her present salary… what an interesting wonderful life it would be… and while he spoke and petted her, Julie became more dreamy and light-headed, more easy to handle, more eager and happy to do anything to please this strange little Oriental who in some way was developing such power over her. It was during a long-drawn-out kiss that she felt him finally place his right palm flat on her belly. His long scraggy fingers began to knead her dress, causing the material to ride upwards. His fingers increased the pressure, the dress hem rose higher and higher towards forming a crumpled ball at her waist.

She saw him looking down at the stretch of white flesh that now became exposed above the tops of her nylon hose, and suddenly he eased himself across her, straddled over her thighs and lay forward so that his balls and prick lay at the junction where her lemon-colored nylon panties covered her girlish bush. With his fingers he maneuvered the long thick shaft of his cock-flesh so that it lay flat and lengthwise up from her Vee to her belly. She looked down at her loins, his thick cock looked like a snake resting on top of her panties, the dull yellowy flesh of the Oriental prick making a strange shading contrast with the bright lemon hue of the silky panties.

The licentious Tse Ling was lying in this style for a purpose. He wanted his young aspiring actress to see and realize to what depth his cock would be able to pierce up into her cunt-hole if it was given the chance. He saw from her expression she was certainly understanding, and trying to imagine what it would be like to have that dong of his thrust up into her. She had no idea before that a penis could be so long, or that it would be capable of entering a woman to the extent that this long thick dick would delve into her. Tse Ling lay heavily on her body, getting his mouth again glued to her far from unwilling lips. He pressed hard at the front of her soft body, he knew it would be only seconds before he felt some sort of cunt-response from the young lady.

In a very short time, Julie was falling to the temptation of that urge from within herself, she was trying to push her loins against him, trying to writhe her thighs against his thighs, trying to get pleasure by pushing her belly to and fro against that hard long dick that was like a bar of iron sandwiched between their legs.

When he rolled off her to one side, she saw his expression had changed.

Instead of a benign sort of kindly sympathetic expression, his face was set into a grim smile or rather a leer. He flipped her crumpled dress higher above her waist, his eyes seemed to be peering deeply into her own slightly peering, slightly glazed eyes, as his hands groped between her thighs. For a moment or so, his hot hands caressed the smooth naked flesh above her nylon-tops, and then his hands moved to the equally bare flesh of her belly immediately above the tight elastic waist band of her panties. When, after another brief fondling of her belly, he started to unbutton the front of her dress bodice, his eyes were still staring into hers, as if daring her to blink an eyelid or even dare to think of resisting his eager hands.

For the first time she realized that another person was in the room.

Silently and unseen, the little manservant who had let her into the apartment had come into the room, and now he was bending over her from above her head, helping his Master to take her dress right off over her head and away from her. It was the little hand of the manservant that gripped her hands and made her grope down to the heavy testicles and prick of his master. Not that she needed a lot of persuasion. She was like soft putty in their evil hands, and the heated emotion of humplust within her young body was making her a willing and eager plaything for Tse Ling.