times worse!'
'What did you have in mind then, my dear?' he asked, vastly relieved.
'Speak frankly; I'll not be offended!'
'Oh, Mr. Heely, it's something… it really happened in a dream once. I felt so much better that way than when I… you know what I mean… and the bad feeling didn't come back for a long time, but…' and I hid my face against his shoulder, 'it's dreadful to ask you such a thing!'
'Let's consider that after we know what it is!' he urged tensely.
'If you… if you… oh, Mr. Heely… it sounds so terrible… but if you would… if you would just put your hand there where the feeling starts… if you would just put your hand there for a moment each night before you leave… I know the feelings would finish and go away and I wouldn't have to do that in the night!'
A tremor passed through his body, his arms gripped me convulsively, and though he spoke with forced calmness, I knew he was in exquisite torment.
'You think that would calm your nerves?' he asked in an unsteady voice.
'I feel sure it would… I know it would… if you wouldn't mind doing it!'
'Shall we try it tonight?'
'Yes, yes!' I whispered.
'Now?'
'Yes!'
So realistically had I enacted my self-imposed role of ingenuous impudicity that, unconsciously, it had quite taken hold of my own imagination, and for the moment I was actually living the part I had assumed.
As I slipped from his lap I distinctly felt a tremor in my own knees, and the warm glow of sexual excitation was permeating my body. I had 'acted' myself into a real heat.
With trembling fingers I undid my panties and without troubling to remove my dress lay down on my back upon the bed. Shielding my eyes with a forearm and in a fever of anticipation I awaited his approach.
He rose from his chair and sat down on the edge of the bed by my side.
He hesitated uncertainly for a moment and then slowly inserted his hand up under my dress. Seeing that he had not the assurance or temerity to throw the dress back and expose my body, and having succeeded in working myself up to a degree in which my own organism was now imperatively demanding satisfaction, I reached down and pulled up the dress myself, revealing my cunny which just that morning had received fresh depilatory attentions.
Just as an electric current is transmitted from one metal object to another by contact so does that mysterious force called sexual exultation communicate itself from one body to another under favourable circumstances. I had deliberately induced an erotic tension in this man such as he probably had not experienced in years. I had been actuated by kindly rather than lewd motives for, as a matter of fact, I had never felt the slightest sexual inclination toward him. Now, having succeeded by my artifices in exciting his sterile passions to an exquisite pitch, I found myself caught in my own trap.
A moment or two after I pulled up my dress I felt his hand on my cunny. I separated my legs a bit wider, lay back, closed my eyes, and prepared to yield myself up to the pleasurable sacrifice. I sensed my clitoris, now excited and swollen, pulsing impatiently in anticipation. It wanted to be rubbed and rubbed vigorously. But as I waited expectantly there came no motion in the hand which lay firmly, but inactively pressed against it. I waited a long minute and then moved my hips suggestively once or twice. The hand still lay motionless over the pubic mound with the fingers, likewise motionless, resting lightly along the extension of the crevice below.
It was tantalizing. Didn't this man know anything at all? I wriggled my hips again, once, twice, several times. I squeezed my thighs together, compressing his fingers between them, and still that hand remained impassively quiet.
The tension in my nerves was now such as to render further delay unendurable. I seized his hand in mine and forcibly imparted a rubbing motion as I pressed it harder against my clitoris. Under this friction and pressure the current of erotic sensation began to generate swiftly.
Having set his hand on the proper frictional course I released it and lay back again to savour the ravishing caress until the mounting sensations attained their maximum and, like a bursting rocket, exploded and hurled their melting fires through my body.
Mr. Heely was all tenderness and solicitude as he hovered over me, nor was it difficult to assure him that I now felt immensely relieved and was certain of a peaceful sleep and rest.
Needless to say, the 'treatments' were incorporated regularly as a preventative of further nocturnal disquiet, and thus, by the simple expedient of inducing the kind-hearted man to think he was safeguarding my health and morals by masturbating me once a week, I found a way to warm the blood in his aged veins and recompense him in a small way for his generosity.
CHAPTER 8
I had been with Madame Lafronde about three months when the patronage of Mr. Thomas, another well-to- do but also middle-aged gentleman was steered my way by the astute old lady.
Things had run along in a pleasant manner; I had gotten along very well with Madame Lafronde. She seemed to take a genuine interest in my welfare, and some of the girls who had at first treated me with a certain coolness, doubtless inspired by the fear that patrons might be tempted from them by my juvenile coquetteries, had been won over and were now cordial and friendly.
Mr. Thomas was too much a man of the world to be at all deceived on the matter of my alleged innocence, but beyond passing a few halfcomical, half-cynical observations, he did not dwell on the subject.
Although this gentleman was fairly well along in years, he was hale and robust and had no physical deficiencies. My relations with Mr.
Thomas were so entirely normal, or so purely ethical, if I may use the term, that there is little to tell which would be of interest.
Like Mr. Heely, he was a single man, but there the similarity ended. He had engaged my companionship for one quite specific purpose, and between times regaled me with piquant accounts of amorous adventures during his younger days in Ceylon. With apparently no qualms of conscience to disturb him, he told me of having fucked little native girls of eight, nine and ten years of age, of having two or three of them in bed with him at the same time, and of other salacious combinations.
I say he regaled me with these stories 'between times' because it was his regular and unvarying procedure to do it to me twice on each of his visits. He was entitled, by virtue of an exorbitant fee paid for my companionship, to pass the entire night, but he never stayed after the termination of the second act. He arrived generally around ten o'clock, spent an hour amusing himself in the parlour, and then came upstairs, where I was waiting for him. He was always prepared for an immediate encounter with a hard-on which belied his years, the potency of which was probably contributed to by aphrodisiacal sights, conversations, and liquor in the parlour.
When the first episode was concluded an hour would be passed in conversation, stories and banter while I sat on his lap naked. As he talked, his hands roved over my body, caressing my legs, thighs, and breasts, and lingering on my hairless cunny where the tantalizing touches kindled fevers in my organism while his own recovered its original potency. When he was ready for the second round we repaired again to the bed and I lay on my back with legs clamped around his middle and wriggled my bottom until I coaxed his second spend from him, whereupon he was ready to cry quits, and I was free for the rest of the night.
This man frequently disconcerted me with some outlandish story, told so seriously that I never failed to be taken in. While in charge of a plantation he had taken a baby, left to the vicissitudes of life through orphanage, and with no facilities other than those available in isolated bachelor quarters, had endeavoured to care for it and attend to its requirements.
What a kind-hearted man, I thought, much impressed with the patience and benevolence the act implied, and passed some observation to this effect.
'She was a pretty little thing,' he concluded, puffing meditatively at his cigar.
'Ah… it was a girl,' I murmured.
