Chapter 3
Jack Bums was a tough man. He had always been that way. Growing up he was a creep. In school he was nasty. His meanness helped him when he took over other people's small businesses. Before long he had moved from the small time into a position where he controlled a whole section of an industry.
It was only a small leap from that spot to his present position as the president of an international firm.
His group had fingers in a lot of pies and tentacles everywhere. For this he had to cater to a lot of different tastes. In every major city, men working for him paid off and got rid of those who didn't follow company line. He sat safe and clean. Few people knew he was around, and most of those who did wished they didn't. He was a ghost of a millionaire.
Jack Burns stood over the bathtub. His big hulky body naked, sweat running down his face and neck. The water ran from the tap for his daily bath. Jack always took one. He liked to soak for hours in the hot tub, feeling the oiled water seep into his tawny skin, making it tender and soft.
He liked the way it made his mind feel as clean as his body. It was one of the secrets of his success.
When the bath was ready he stepped into it, testing the heat with his toe. The water swooshed up over the edge of the oversized tub, spreading a thin film across the tile bathroom floor. Jack sank under the comforting liquid. The tub was large enough to accommodate three people instead of his oneself and he moved casually in it, shifting his body gracefully in the uplifting water.
Putting his hands on the bottom of the tub, he pushed himself along the edge, his body floating on top. His limp cock flopped between two dark and hairy thighs. He flicked a finger at the flabby organ and watched as it swished from one side to the other. He slapped it harder making small so very small waves with his hands. His prick was his favorite toy.
Now when he moved the cock, some life appeared. It slowly straightened out, its flaccid form filling up with blood. Jack reach for the bar of soap. He quickly rubbed it over his hairy groin, raising mounds of lather. Then he replaced the soap and stroked the climbing cock, making the head push through the water, bigger with each beat of his hand.
When it was full size and the head was a purple-red, Jack dunked his body into the hot water. He held it under until the cock fell back into its limp state. Jack stroked his balls under the water, watching closely. He returned the soap to his hand and scrubbed under his ass cheeks, putting the soap into his crack, then swishing his body back and forth to remove all the suds.
Jack rubbed every part of his fifty year old body until it gleamed. When he was through with his bath, he yelled. The sound was followed by a slamming door and a woman's soft footsteps down the hall.
Nancy Ames had worked for Jack for a year and knew he would call for her every day at this moment. Her childish beauty always shocked people when it was seen next to his raunchy old body, but Nancy had stopped caring about all the strange stares and nasty remarks. She walked towards the bathroom clad only in one of his shirts. Beneath the shirt her slender figure moved with the happy grace of a healthy child.
Her long legs were tanned from hours of sun-bathing on the penthouse roof. She turned the corner and saw Jack still in the tub, waiting for her. A slight smile crossed her face as she approached him. He had quite a reputation as being a tough guy, but she knew how to handle him, and she was just a kid.
Once in a while he demanded incredible things of her, and sometimes his sadistic streak made a horrifying impact on her youthful body, but usually he could be handled by the girl, and she knew it. She had been kept in style, more than any runaway kid could hope for. And given all the material comforts she could have desired. All she had to do was turn her body over to his demanding hands. That was usually fun.
Nancy's long black hair shone in the streaming sunlight as she quickened her pace towards the tub. About a foot form the edge she stopped and removed her shirt. Her child-like figure bloomed in the tile room. Her breasts were tiny but stood up, tipped with long hard nipples, brownish red. Her stomach was flat, smoothing over luscious hips, down into that tangle of black kinky hair that surrounded her teenage cunt. Her ass was perfectly matched to the rest of her and jiggled slightly as she resumed her walk.
Jack held his breath as Nancy came closer. She always hit him that way. His stomach tightened and his head had a strange buzzing. It was like having his own daughter for his mistress.
Ever since the day he spotted her crossing the street on the way home from Junior High, he was certain she was the one. From that day on he had her tailed, until he knew everything about her. He knew she had screwed around as much as she could.
It wasn't hard to arrange for a kidnap. One that Nancy never forgot.
During lunch in an exclusive French restaurant, Jack plied her with rich food and imagine talk, telling her how she could earn plenty of money and have the kind of life she wanted just by being his little girl. He said he wanted just someone to share his business trips and conferences with and to live in his large penthouse apartment. Nancy was surprised by this strange offer, but Jack kept on, never missing the chance to make a point. Finally she agreed to see the apartment without screaming for help, and they left the restaurant after Jack left an enormous tip, making sure that the roll of bills flashed in Nancy's face.
In the penthouse, Jack showed Nancy around pointing out a luxuriously furnished, feminine room, complete with a closet full of junior clothes, all perfectly designed for her. Her mind reeled at the possibilities, and she sat, thinking long and hard at his proposition. Up until this point, no mention of sex had been made, and Nancy assumed that she would be free from such flings with a man his age.
Her room seemed private enough and had a lock on the door. She knew that Jack didn't interest her. She still missed her young boyfriends and wasn't really interested in anyone. But, in any case, the middle-aged man was not her ideal fantasy. Too much like daddy.
Nancy set up shop the following week. She never worked up the courage to tell her parents she was not being held by force but instead left them a note explaining that she was involved in a Hollywood scheme for immortality and it would be best if they let her be. She promised to contact them, when everything was settled down.
Since she had lied about her age, there was no problem on striking out on her own, and a surge of excitement rushed through her when she slipped into the plush interior of Jack's chauffer-driven limousine. Jack patted her hand, assuring her that she was making the right move, and they moved off inside the quiet environment of the luxury apartment.
Once they arrived in the penthouse Jack had the Jamaican housekeeper take her to the bedroom. Then they sat in the open living room, the glass wall before them showing a great view of New York's skyline. It was a breathtaking view and Nancy knew that she was not wise to fight him. It would all pay off well in the long run.
In the first few weeks of her imprisonment, she flew coast to coast, legally, of course, always free to roam the shops and explore while her Jack held high-level, lengthy business conferences from which she was always excluded. Jack never talked to her about the work he was in and it was just as well, because her youthful mind, would not have been able to handle it. Nancy did not stop wondering, however, and kept her ears and eyes open for information possibly useful in the future.
Nancy was happy. Not only had she flown to exciting places and begun collecting all kinds of expensive goodies, but she was left alone to have young friends and to play her rock music when in the penthouse. What could be better.
The only thing that was missing was a boyfriend her own age, but she was sure that would come sooner or later and when it did, if it meant leaving this fairy tale life, she would. But that was a long way off.
Several months after she began living with Jack, keeping him company during nights and making trips with him, he told her he had to leave her for a few days and that she would be alone in the apartment. Nancy had begun to like the old man, his strange sense of humor and his seemingly gently ways always providing her with fatherly friendship. When he was leaving the apartment, his briefcase in hand, she stood up on tiptoes and kissed the man's cheek, just as she used to do when her father left for work.
"I'll miss you, sir. Have a good time." She was sincere in her message. He had made her a happy little girl.
"I'll be back in four days. You be a good girl."
He wrinkled his face into a wry expression and gave forth with a loud laugh. Then he swooped the girl into his arms and planted some hard full kisses on her surprised lips. He had never touched her before, but now his kiss seared her body, his tongue rapidly piercing her lips and driving hard into her mouth.
Nancy stood, breathless and somewhat shaken by the brutal power she felt when in his arms. She straightened her hair and shook her head once, trying to erase the hot feeling that clung to her thighs. Jack smiled again and left, locking the door behind him. Nancy was alone, the housekeeper having been given a vacation while the boss was away.
It was strange being alone in that large penthouse and Nancy wandered back and forth in the place, figuring what she should do first. The kiss Jack had planted on her still lingered, and she wiped her lips, trying to understand what it had meant. It certainly was different from the way he had ever treated her before. There had been nothing fatherly about that tongue, and it bothered her.
She snooped around his bedroom, but the door was locked and after jiggling it a few times, she was content to leave it, afraid she might break the lock. Then she wandered back to her room and lounged on the bed, leafing through confession magazines. Nothing interested her and she got up again.
Her image flashed back at her from the full length closet mirror. She stared at herself, pleased with the way she looked. Her black hair was long and straight, forming a halo around her head and her shoulders, stretching down her back almost to her waist. It was naturally wavy and she was proud of it. Still watching, she ran her slim fingers through the mane, fluffing it out, letting it fall back and caressing the silky strands. Her face was clear and inviting.
Her nose and mouth formed a sweet set, the full lips pouting by themselves while her pert nose made her big eyes look even larger. She flicked her tongue over her lips, still feeling those brutal male lips that Jack had rammed against her. His taste was strong and wouldn't leave. He had been the first man to kiss her like that. Now she wished she were back in the car with a handsome boy, their bodies pressed tightly together as they petted the way teenagers will.
She tried not to cry and resolved to wipe that sad memory from her mind. Nancy returned her attention to the mirror. As she moved closer to it, her eyes traveled down from her face, meeting her still growing breasts, jutting from her loose blouse. She breathed deeply, watching the sensual motions that her boobs made, letting her hands run up along her sides, pushing more sexual energy towards those large globes.
She felt very grown-up and checked herself once more. Her smock was short and barely covered her crotch. That was the way Jack like her to dress and she was never one to hide her body. Ever since she had matured, at about twelve, she had exhibited her glowing figure, making sure every male within seeing distance was aware of her.
Now she was aware of her own budding charms, and the thought of playing with herself in front of this large mirror. She hadn't done something like that since she was ten. Yes she hadn't masturbated in years, but even then had never done it in front of a full length mirror. Her sexual drive had been triggered by Jack's hard kiss and now she had to finish it off, to make herself happy with the self-manipulation that she had learned as a little girl from her friends.
She wasted no time in stripping off her clothes and flinging them on the bed. Resting her body on the carpeted floor, she placed a pillow beneath her head, moving so she could see every part of her in the mirror. Then she opened her mouth, exhaled twice, starting her own temptation. Her breasts rose to meet her hands as they caressed the budding mounds. Her nipples straightened under the fondling, and Nancy spent some time rubbing the hard points, feeling the warm feeling move into her little crotch.
She rubbed her thighs together all the while, letting her legs send wild sensations through her body, while her hands worked over her two tits. She pushed them together and drew them apart. Then she pushed one breast high, towards her mouth, straining with her tongue to reach the nipple. She had always fallen short, but she tried nevertheless. Frustrated, she resumed the massage, sending rippling signals of desire further along her spine. Her cunt filled with juice, but she ignored it, leaving the best for last.
In the mirror, Nancy's body rose and fell like a machine. Her hands trailed to the soft undersides of her breasts, cupping them and pressing them against her rib cage. The slapping motion set up yet another series of erotic waves, and as she gazed at herself she became a beautiful mature woman who had power to build the sexual urge in Nancy at the same time she fingered herself.
The fantasy built in her head, driving all reality from the scene. She wanted the mirror image to be down beside her and caress her skin and kiss her. She began constructing a complete personality for the mirror woman, giving her horny loving feelings for her real body, telling herself that the fantasy girl loved her, and would be sweet and loving to her. She told herself to get closer to the mirror, and to touch it with her flesh.
She inched across the floor, keeping the pillow in position. Nancy lifted her legs high across the mirror, spreading them so she could still watch he reflection as she caressed her firm flesh. A smile passed her lips as her hands finally left her hard nipples and soft breasts. They slowly worked over her stomach, stopping a moment and then suddenly diving for that moist darkness that clung to her thighs. Her fingers played at the tip of the crack a second, running over the lips and then gingerly touching the clitoris that nestled beneath a flap of skin.
She panted now, free of any ties to the real world, demanding and getting fulfillment from her imaginary lover. The flow increased and she yelled for more.
"Oh, yess ... oh harder, faster ... shove those fingers innnnnn."
With one final outburst of dirty words and come she fell back against the rug, her hands still kneading her flesh, three fingers lodged deep in the flooded slit, her face twisted in lust, her mind reeling with erotic images that spun like her fingers inside.
After a series of small spasms that drained her dry, Nancy slumped on the floor, letting her legs slide down the mirror. She shuddered as her heels hit the floor and slowly removed her hand from the dripping hole. Her fingers were sticky with white cream and she wiped them on her tummy, feeling the smooth cream flow over the still heated flesh.
When she had cleaned up all the leftover come, Nancy got up and filled the bathtub. She washed the sticky substance from herself and got dressed. The rest of the day she spent with her music and her fantasies.
For the next few days she prowled around the house, always on the search for clues to her master's past. Still she was able to find no evidence, and resolved to ask him about it when he returned. Each day, too, she repeated her sexual barrage, making love to her own body with stroking fingers, always ending the fun by coming in giant spasms and rubbing the white liquid over herself. Then she would bathe and do it some more.
On the expected day of Jack's return, Nancy prepared a special supper, with fried chicken, and home made french-fries. As her mother had taught her. The place was clean as a special welcome home treat, but he never showed in time for the meal and she ate alone.
Later that evening, she went to her room to read one of his books. She lounged on the bed, her door wide open, listening for the tell-tale sounds of the elevator. Hours passed and there was still no sign of him. Nancy shut her door, turned out the light and slept. She cried during a dream.
She was awakened by a wet kiss sliding down her neck. Nancy shuddered in her sleep and then turned over, opening her eyes wide in the darkness. She clutched her sheet around her, hid beneath the covers, frightened by the sudden assault. Then she sat up in the bed, squirming away from the hot lips.
Jack sat on the bed, facing her. His hands were on his lap as he looked at her.
"Nancy, I'm home! Sorry to scare you, but you looked so delectable."
Nancy relaxed, her face regained some of its color.
"You did scare me. I thought you would be home much earlier."
"I think it's time you called me Daddy. Come join me in the living room for a few minutes."
He rose and walked away, fully confident that she would follow.
Nancy put on her robe, and went into the living room. Jack was sitting on the couch, a large drink in his hand. He rose as she entered the room, and treating her like a special lady, waited for her to sit down before returning to the couch. Nancy sat, her bathrobe opening over her legs. She crossed her legs, letting the bathrobe remain open, but didn't know why.
Jack slapped a hand on her knee and Nancy jumped slightly. He had never before been this close to her, and in fact had led her to believe he wasn't interested in her body. She started at his face. Inside she shuddered at the thought of having sex with this older man.
She was glad to be seen in public with him, even though she knew what everyone thought. Still, as long as she didn't sleep with him, she wasn't a weirdo. Was he going to make her do it? She shifted, hoping the hand would fall off, but Jack held his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. Nancy seemed to sense the wav her body was reacting. She cursed it silently as a bolt of heat began circling between her thighs.
"Did you miss me at all?"
Jack smiled and sipped his drink. She was anxious to get back in her warm bed, safe behind her locked door.
"Oh, yes, I even made a special supper for you tonight, but you never made it. It's in the refrigerator."
Maybe a boring subject would keep his mind off her. No such luck.
Now Jack sipped again and as he did his hand crawled higher onto Nancy's thigh. A shiver passed over her spine and she looked at the man, her eyes pleading to be left alone. He ignored her and simply kept his fingers deeply creeping towards the hidden pussy.
Now Nancy was more than shivering. Her whole body felt the conflict within her. She hated the thought of having to perform sexually for this old guy, even though he had been nice to her; and then again her young ripeness could use some manly caresses. She knew that even though her afternoon hand-jobs were useful for her needs, they could never compare to the attentions of a real man.
Maybe Jack would be even better than her young boyfriend had been. But she didn't love him. Her body heat rose, as her mind shifted gears, trying to sort out the varied feelings that pressed in upon it. Jack placed his glass on the floor and leaned closer to Nancy.
"Listen carefully now. So far you have been left strictly alone except to accompany me to various public places. You have performed everything I have asked you, and I have no complaints. Now it is time for me to relax. I want you to help. To refuse would be a mistake. Do not make that mistake."
His eyes turned hard and cold. Nancy sensed that he wasn't joking.
Although she didn't know what he meant, she got the idea when his hand squeezed tightly on her leg, sending a sharp pain through her muscle. She jerked in agony, but it was impossible to move from his iron grip. He smiled again, this time showing a dangerous leer she had never seen before. Nancy cringed before him. She was in for it, and knew it.
Jack relaxed his hold then and sat back, leaving Nancy's body free. She rubbed her leg, working the circulation back into it, trying to rub out the white circles his strong fingers had made. Tears welled up in her eyes, on the verge of dropping and she turned to him, a hurt look on her pale face.
"You are here now because I had to get rid of a girl," Jack said. "She refused me something. As I said before, do not make that mistake. You will enjoy whatever I do. I will see to that."
His well-muscled body towered over her. He grasped her tiny hand and it was lost in his palm. Pulling her behind him, they walked into his bedroom. He unlocked the door, and entered, Nancy close behind. She had never been in this room before. There, covering half the space was an enormous water bed. He closed the door behind him, locking it and pocketing the key. Nancy trembled again, feeling completely trapped. She was terrified.
With each passing moment she became more convinced that she shouldn't be there, that she was about to became involved in something awful, something sick, something she wanted no part of.
Jack crossed to his bed and began undressing. He did it matter-of-factly, nonchalantly. The clothing fell at his feet. Nancy had never seen such an old body and the whole of it made her pass out. Jack continued undressing until everything was gone except his shorts. Nancy's mouth hung open as her gaze hopped to that spot. "
Beneath the white shorts she sensed a terrible weapon, one she knew would soon be turned on her. Almost as if he read her mind, Jack stepped from the shorts, bringing his hair covered crotch to her inspection. He moved forward, and Nancy hesitated. Then she knew what to do. There was only one way to please the man without getting herself hurt in the process. She unwrapped her robe. Jack paused and checked her out, his breath catching momentarily and then escaping.
"Smart girl. You and I will get along just fine."
Jack moved in. Nancy stepped around him, trying to delay the inevitable and climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs, feeling her cunt fill immediately with a lubrication that she hoped would be adequate for his cock. Jack went after her, the water shaking as he dove onto the mattress. Jack slid over to her, placing his large hands on her little breasts and squeezing. He panted now, losing no time in his urgent desires.
His hand slipped from her tit and headed for the space between her thighs. Nancy opened wide and shut her eyes. She tried to imagine it was someone else digging into that spot, but no matter how hard she tried, his physical presence brought her back to the reality of the scene.
Stabbing into her wet hole, Jack thrust three fingers in there, happy that they went in so well. Nancy rocked back, her legs pushing further apart to allow the fingers a deep entrance.
Jack's cock started to expand and as it did, he snuggled up closer, letting his thighs rub her side. Nancy felt the rod grow next to her and quickly turned a hand onto it, wanting to hurry the whole thing, wanting to retreat from this animal as quickly as she could.
Jack moaned once as his cock was handled. It grew by leaps and bounds until it was full and round, the head a darkly swollen mass of flesh, waiting for more attention. Nancy gave him what he wanted, hoping to bring him to a manual orgasm, but Jack wouldn't allow that. As she stroked, him, her own cunt became increasingly heated by his flying fingers.
Try as she might, she couldn't force her body to react without feeling. Every stroke inside her made her twat jump in pleasure. As much as she hated to admit it, the old man was making her feel good. He was keeping his word. She moved her hips in response, feeling her motion slide against his cock as well as over his fingers.
Jack pulled the sticky hand out and shifted his body. Then he hoisted himself until his prick was rubbing just outside that steaming pussy.
Nancy watched, her heart in her mouth. He teased her knowingly, rubbing the long wide tool over her pussy lips and clit, never sticking it more than just close to her pulsing hole.
Nancy was going crazy. Her body shot back and forth under him, her tits flopping wildly as she called to him, begging him to shove it in.
"Fuck me,. .Jack ... please do it ... I need your cock ... Now!"
She slung her legs up over his hot body and reached for his cock with her cunt.
A moan escaped from both of them, telling each other that the time was ripe. He shoved it ever so deep, hitting against the back wall, really grinding the tool into her. Nancy turned under him, feeling the hardness throb inside. Her cunt was on fire; her whole body was being broken up by the enormous goodness of this masterpiece.
Gently at first, and then with working pressure, he jammed into her, carefully as his cock slipped back and forth in her tight hole. His hands supported his weight just above her, letting only a part of the bulk hit her at any one time, as she looked so fragile.
Nancy was contracting, and her pussy muscles yanked on the pole, clutching it inside and hanging on. Every stroke brought her closer to a frantic orgasm and she grabbed at his balls now, squeezing them as she felt his stiff joint rock again in the slippery track. Her fears were gone as he was fucking her into womanhood.
She could feel him swelling even more inside her and she pushed back at his groin. She felt her own thrill building up inside her, like an angry storm. Then his swollen prick stabbed faster and smoother, driving the head against her clit on the way in. His hands caressed her clit and roughly worked over her outer vaginal lips.
With one last slam, he exploded, sending shot after steaming shot into her slimy pussy. She rocked under the trembling body and answered his cream with her own, mixing the two streams into a mighty river, carrying them both through the sea of passion until they washed up on shore, exhausted but content.
Now, years later, Nancy was face to face with that hard meat again. After that first encounter, when he was home, it had been her job to finish off his bath with some sexual entertainment.
Today she carried peppermint with her and when Jack pulled his body to the top of the water, she swirled the mints in her mouth, getting her gums and mouth all tingly. Then she handled his pole and drove it into an excited state with her fingers. She stroked over the entire length as Jack smiled up at her, happy as a clam.
The peppermint worked like an electric shock, making Jack's cock stand like a tent pole. Nancy smiled as she saw his face wrinkle like a child's and his cheeks get red. She stopped a second and his face looked pained, almost as if he was on the verge of collapse. Nancy scooped the last of the mint into her lips and holding it here, proceeded to rub the tingling stuff over the hard meat. Jack shoved his body higher, and the motion knocked the candy from Nancy's mouth and replaced it with the hard cock. She accepted it and stroked fast with her head now, her tits flopping against the side of the tub as her own body responded to the sexual play.
He pumped into her, shooting his pent up steam into her gaping jaws. Nancy swallowed and sucked. She took every bit that he had to offer always looking for more. Below the tub her hand was furiously driving into her pussy, bringing her own orgasm in time to match his.
When both had shot their hot juices, they fell back. Small curls of come drifted up through the water to float on top, as Jack dribbled his last. Nancy's drooling cunt spilled its last onto the floor.
Then Jack stood up, stepped from the tub, and pulled Nancy to him.
"That was good, Nancy," he said, his voice soft and distant. There was a look of contentment on his face. "You've been making me happy for quite a while now, and I hope that continues."
He paused. Thought for a second.
"I hope so, Nancy. For both of our sakes."