Chapter 1 - Inspection

Alan went across to the bed and stroked her breasts, marvelling at the way her nipples seemed to want to be fondled; they almost seemed to be climbing out of her breasts towards his hands.

As he stroked and then squeezed, and finally pinched her nipples, Martha said in a low voice, "Alan, not too rough, or I'll be angry."

His hands left her breasts as though they had been scalded and, after a pause, moved to her legs. He stroked her ankles and her thighs as though a woman's legs were something he had never seen or dreamed of before. Martha enjoyed the devotion he seemed to be showing towards her body, and wriggled a little to show that she liked what he was doing.

That was all the encouragement he needed to venture further. Seconds later his fingers were gently parting her cuntlips to look at the wonderful deep pink folds and the little lovebud hidden away among them. Spreading her cuntlips a little further he slipped one finger into her already lubricated entrance but it quickly met with a resistance which convinced him of her virginity.

"Careful," she said, "Not tonight, and not tomorrow if you are going to be rough."

Alan dipped his head and murmured something she did not catch.

"Speak up," she said firmly, sensing he was under her spell, "I can't hear you. I can't abide mumblers."

This last was a phrase her mother often used, especially to her father.

"Please may I kiss your cunt?" asked Alan as though this were the greatest favour she could possibly allow.

"Yes, if you are careful," she allowed.

Alan bent again and inhaled the wonderful slightly fishy smell of young cunt; he was pleased she didn't drown her natural scent out with deodorant. His tongue snaked out and onto her lovebud, which immediately jumped up to attention and clearly wanted more. Martha was becoming more and more excited by his attentions and thought that she had better stop this before she gave in to him now. If that happened she would lose her advantage over him and be at his sexual beck and call for ever.

Pushing his head away she stood up and said quite sharply, "That's enough for now," and stood up.

Starting to get dressed, she turned her back on him and gave him a perfect view of two round pink well-upholstered arse cheeks with just a hint of auburn hair peeping out beneath and between them.

"Now you can give me a lift to my parents' home, as you promised in the office," she said when she had finished dressing.

"Yes ... Mistress," Alan said to both Martha's and his own surprise.

The he turned it into a joke, and lightened the mood by quoting, "Oh, mistress mine ... but of course you aren't yet, are you?"

"Not until tomorrow, straight after work," she replied as though it were of no more consequence than posting a letter.