A dirty old man

A portly middle-aged man in fine clothes stepped into the room. His neatly bearded face was round with flushed cheeks, his hair thinned and snow white.

Scarlett ordered a panicked Christine to stand. She then explained, "You will only know this gentleman as father. He has requested this to be strictly adhered to. If you develop a relationship, then it is his decision whether he wants you to know more about him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Christine curtsied deeply conscious of how tightly her dress was pulled across her breasts.

"So, no needless questions."

Christine could not bear to look at the man. "Yes ma'am, I understand."

"Good. You will not disappoint him. Should you please him you'll receive your first payment this evening. And let me assure you he has left a very impressive deposit."

"OK. Thank you."

Scarlett smiled at the odd couple. "Right, I'll leave you two lovelies to get to know one another. " She turned the wall-mounted sand timer before locking it in position. "You have an hour."

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The elderly man sat on the bed and gestured Christine to sit beside him. She was shivering with fear as she gingerly sat beside him. "My child, you're shaking like a lonely autumn leaf."

Christine didn't answer and just stared down onto the elegant blue silk skirt covering her small lap.

"Your name is Evelyn. Is it not?"

"It is."

The man snapped. "It is…?"

"It is, Father."

"Good. I will answer to dad, daddy and papa." He tried to ignore the look of disgust on Christine's face. "I must say, I was rather excited when Scarlett told me she had enlisted the services of a virgin highborn." Christine continued to gaze at the floor like a lost soul while the man continued. "I had to outbid several lords and half the region's clergy."

There was no emotion on Christine's face, only sadness.

The man felt a growing frustration within, so gently pulled up her white smock to reveal the smooth virgin skin of her legs. Grinning widely, he then rested his hand on her upper thigh then began to stroke her soft skin. "Do you like that?"

Christine closed her eyes. Her heart was racing, and her throat was closing due to fear.

The man growled. "I asked you a question, my child."

"Yes. Father."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. I do?"

"Do you want me to go further?"

Christine closed her eyes to stop a tear from escaping. "Yes Father."

"Good." He began gently squeezing the soft skin of Christine's inner thigh. "Open your legs, give in to Daddy."

Christine did as she was told and slightly parted her legs. She then froze as she felt his hand slide up her inner thigh pushing her skirt higher and higher.

"Give your father a kiss."

Christine planted a quick peck on his stubbly cheek.

"On my lips."

Eyes tightly closed she reached up and rested her lips on his. She then shivered as he began to feel the outer lips of her sex.

"Your folds are tight. Locked up like a treasure chest."

The man slipped his tongue into Christine's mouth. She recoiled backwards, but he followed her down onto the bed then climbed on top.

"Please take pity on me."

The man sneered. "You know what to call me."

"Please Father. No."