Gill

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Squirting, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Simple sex session between a man and a young woman. She is payment for her father's gambling debts. Reposted to correct spelling, puncuation and grammatical errors, but there is still one error there. Can you spot it?



In answer to some very sensible critism, I have read this through, made the corrections to puncuation and two spelling mistakes, now, I hope, it reads a whole lot better. Thank you anon for the tips.


We left the relative shade of the peristyle garden with its white marble fountain depicting Venus, a ewer hoisted on her shoulder. The trickling figure stood in the centre of a shallow square pool, surrounded by smooth flag stones and then by a grassed border skirting up to a colonnaded cloister that hemmed the garden in, providing a screen to the outside world.

I took her small hand in mine to lead her away from the site of our tryst, to the coolness of the house I had had built in a Roman style.

She hesitated as if frightened by the sudden change of light. A gently guiding hand at the small of her back motivated her forward step into the cloister.

Gill was here for one thing, she was payment in kind for services rendered. Her father had defaulted on a gambling loan; I had his marker now, won in a hand of poker. He would continue to default; his business was shot, crippled by union activity and a falling market share. It was true, I had kind of ensured he would fail; buying up everything around him was having a disastrous result on him. All's fair... as they say, and what goes around comes around. He had made a virtual pauper of my Daddy; I had the wherewithal to repay the deed. With no hope of repaying his debt, Gill was the best her could offer.

She wasn't quite what I had expected. Not that I had any previous knowledge of her, only a glance at a silver framed photo on John Craig's desk as I delivered the news of his immediate future. I might have harboured some respect for him, for his business dealings perhaps, but any respect evaporated the moment he offered Gill as a bargaining tool. I wanted to see him with a hole in his forehead, such was my disgust. Hypocritically, took him up on his offer though, deciding to have him erased latter as I said, "sure, she will be full and final payment."

Gill was nothing like her photo might have indicated. The picture showed a confident young woman, who looked squarely back at the lens, an enigmatic smirk on her lips. It showed a woman without a care in the world, who promised a wealth of sexual enterprise and freedom. In fact, the almost complete opposite had tremulously knocked the door, had timidly made her way to the meeting in my garden, had stood nervously clutching the strap of her purse between her wringing hands, head bowed.

Even allowing for the impossible situation her father had caused her, Gill's mouse like appearance and squeaky voice gave rise to the possibility that the photo had lied. I could sympathise a little with her position, but found her completely unattractive as a possible sexual partner. A glass of ice cold chardonnay did little to ease her, but it gave me the chance to evaluate what I would do. If I sent her home unsullied, undefiled, I would have to exact my revenge on her father long before I was ready. I was enjoying the spectacle of his gradual decline too much. If I took her, took my payment, then his life would be extended and my revenge would be all the more complete when he eventually folded or put a nine millimetre in his head.

I decided to take the easier, hopefully less messy option. She would do for the evening's entertainment. Was that a callous thought? It possibly is, but do I care at all? Not in the slightest.

We passed through the cloister with its vaulted ceiling, through a heavy carved oak door into the coolness of my study. The garden is completely shrouded from the outside world, but the study offered an unlimited view through patio doors of a landscaped terraced rockery that lead eventually to the street. If patient enough, it was possible to see people walk along the pavement some fifty metres away.

I let her hand go and watched as it dropped to her side lifelessly. The whites of her knuckles showed where she gripped the bag in her other hand. She stood statuesque in the middle of the room; her head still bowed, a thin cotton flower print dress hanging on her limp body.

"Put the bag down." She dropped it at her feet, simply opening her hand to allow it to fall. It was the simplest of movements, almost pitiful.

"Take your dress off." I noticed her glance up at the window, the calculation of the possibility of being seen through the patio doors was plainly evident as it flashed through her mind.

"It wasn't a request; take it off." Her head still bowed, she reached behind her neck to start the zipper and then she reached around her back to complete the undoing. With a slight shrug, the dress fell to her feet.

Her hands wrung together in front of her panty covered mons. The heavy lace successfully hid any allure she might have had inside. A matching bra did the same for her breasts, hiding anything underneath in the heaviness of the fabric.

"Lose the underwear." Again, she glanced up at the glass doors, causing her to hesitate.

"Lose the underwear now." I raised my voice to emphasise my meaning. Her bra had a front clasp that sprang open with a twist. It dropped to the floor to join the dress. Her breasts, slightly pointed with raised nipples shone whitely in the reflected sunlight. She hooked her thumbs into the elasticated waist band of her panties and eased them over her hips and then stepped out of them.

She stood with her feet surrounded by the conglomeration of clothing. Almost pure white, almost transparent, like fine bone china held up to the light. It was possible to see the veins under her skin, pronounced in her breasts. She was only an average size, thirty four perhaps, waist in the twenties and hips in the middle thirties. At five feet six inches, she had absolutely no spare flesh, not quite skinny or anorexic, but not too far from it either. Her hip bones protruded forward a little, but not so much that it detracted from the overall picture. Her hands clasped together in font of her cunnii, hiding her femininity.

"Put you hands behind your head." She complied slowly, nervously, but she complied.

I sat down on the nearest settee to me so that I could look her over. Gill could not be called a beauty. At twenty three or so, her face was more than passable, but the slightness of frame and her timidity did nothing for her. It indicated a narrowness of mind, even shrewishness. That was probably unfair, but an accurate description of the persona she projected.

Gill's skin was almost flawless; a small brown mole on her left breast was the only apparent defect, spoiling a totally unblemished body. She wore no adornments, no jewellery. Her pubic hair was unshaved; a vee-shaped mass of black hair hid her genital region. She didn't shave her arm pits either. Un-adorned, unsullied and in a completely natural state, she stood with her hands clasped behind her head, eyes downcast, waiting for me to give her an order; a blank page.

I sat back in repose to appraise her. She stood motionless, hips askance, one knee slightly bent, her weight carried on one leg. Did I want this girl who stood naked in front of me? Did I fancy her? Was my desire for revenge against her father that great? I decided that she did not do anything for me sexually. It was nice that a naked woman stood in my study, there for my pleasure, but did I want that pleasure. Arousal could not be further from my thinking. Gill was going to have to work for me to take her.

"Spread your legs." She was slow to respond, but slowly her weight shifted, her feet planted the width of her shoulders apart. It improved the overall appearance of her, the light from the garden shone between her legs, through her pubic hair.

"Now come here." She stepped out of the ring of dress and underwear and traversed the short distance between us. Her eyes still didn't look up, even when she was directly in front of me, standing between my parted knees, taller than my sitting position, she hid her eyes.

"Kneel." Gill knelt, her hands still behind her head.

I pulled on the plastic coated end of the tie to my jogging pants. The knot undid easily.

"Pull these down." Gill took her hands from behind her head and grasped the waist band and eased the jogging bottom down over my hips, exposing my cock, then passed my knees that I had obligingly pulled up and together to help her.

"Suck it." I ordered her when the garment was on the floor next to my foot and I had once again, placed my feet down and parted my knees to either side of her slim body.

She didn't respond at first, I was about to repeat the order, but she grasped my cock at its root and lowered her head. Her mousy brown hair hid her face, but I could feel the heat of her breath as her mouth descended slowly toward my flaccid prick. Then the pleasure of her warm, moist mouth enveloped my length. I felt her teeth rub slightly as the head passed through to rest on her tongue.

Somewhat inexpertly, she began to bob her head, sucking my cock into her mouth, allowing only the head to pass between her lips and teeth. In a strange way, it was quite erotic, knowing that she was inexperienced, I didn't know if she was a virgin or not, but could guess that her lovers were counted in multiples of ones. It made a change to the usual bimbo I was more accustomed to; sexual athletes with all the guile of a guided missile. Gill's ineptitude made a refreshing change; it had a positive effect on my cock. Her mouth was working a magic, causing hardness and a need to shoot a load quickly.

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