Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 10

One Saturday, I was sitting at home, while Tracy was at work, when there was a knock at my door. It was a loud hard knocking and I wondered who that could be. I opened the door to find a rather grim faced man, an inch or two taller than me and about forty pounds heavier. He looked at me as though he wanted to kill me, which I didn’t understand.

“You are the creature that ruined my Donna.”

I remembered that Tracy’s given name was Donna, though she didn’t like me to use that name. She said that Donna was a name and person she wanted to leave far behind her. The man appeared to be about my age, so I took a guess that he was likely Tracy’s father – a correct guess, as it turned out. Somehow he’d found out where I lived and that Tracy was living with me.

“Ruined? She doesn’t see it that way.”

“You are a demon inspired slime that despoiled my daughter.”

“Demon inspired slime? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You are a pervert who molested a child and ruined her.”

“She’s not a child. She’s nineteen. She has the right to decide when, if, and with whom to have sex.”

I had backed away from the door, and the man had stepped into my place. I wasn’t sure what to make of him, or whether he posed any real danger, but I preferred that my neighbors not hear what he had to say. I closed the door behind him, came over and sat on my sofa. He walked to where I sat and hovered over me threateningly.

“You led her on the path to sin and debauchery.”

“She has one lover – me – and no others, that I know of anyhow. And she’s my only lover.”

“And you clearly have no intention of marrying her.”

“She’s not ready for marriage. She’s made that pretty clear.”

“So you use her for your depraved purposes in the meantime.”

“If sex is depraved, why did God create it?”

“For the purpose of procreation and only between husband and wife. You’re engaging in fornication and debauchery.”

“We’re two people, both of age and consenting. Besides, you threw her out – you and her aunt.”

“In the hopes that she’d realize how she was sinking into depravity, and perhaps would straighten out.”

“You threw her out. She had no place to go. I took her in, no conditions, and we were not intimate until she’d been here a while.”

“You’re a liar as well as a pervert.”

“Whatever. She is here by her choice, and can leave if she chooses.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You get to molest her, then get rid of her and find someone else to ruin.”

“She’s here because that’s what she’s chosen. If she leaves that’ll be her choice, not me throwing her out.”

“She was promised to a good Christian boy.”

“And if she wanted him, I suspect she’d be with him.”

“I’ve checked. Legally, there isn’t much I can do. Morally, we’ll see.”

“I’d say it’s been a pleasure talking to you, but that wouldn’t be true.”

“Don’t think I’ve enjoyed this.”

“You’ve been filled with self righteous indignation, and have enjoyed your self-righteousness immensely.”

“Maybe you should try some righteousness.”

“And maybe you should, as well. In the interim, leave Tracy, or Donna to you, and I both alone.”

“You haven’t heard the end of this.”

“I better have.”

With that, the man turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I got on the phone immediately to Tracy to tell her what happened and to warn her to be on the lookout for him. We decided that I should pick her up after work, to be safe. He showed up where Tracy worked and caused a scene, which made the manager have him thrown out.

He was waiting outside when I picked Tracy up from work. He glowered at her and I was pleased that she didn’t seem too intimidated by it. As we walked to the car, he came up and confronted us.

“Girl, we tried to raise you right, but with what you’re doing you’re going straight to hell.”

“We’ll look you up when we get there.”

He got right in my face and raised a hand as though he was going to strike me. I’d called the police when I saw him, and about that time, a police officer came up to where we were.

“Is there some problem here?”

“I was walking my girlfriend to my car when this man seemed to threaten us.”

“This girl is my daughter, and this pervert has molested her.”

The officer took the man aside and another officer came over to talk to Tracy and I. He talked to us each separately, but checked her identification to verify her age. Tracy said she made it very clear she was staying with me voluntarily, and that she wanted to continue that. The officers told us that if Tracy’s father persisted, he could be arrested for harassment. We went home and talked.

“What can we do, Charles?”

“Well, Tracy, we could get married. If you’re my legal wife, he can’t do much of anything. Besides it gives you health insurance through my job, and gives you other protections.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I want to be with you, and that way nothing can interfere with that unless you or I want it to.”

“What if we realize we aren’t right for each other?”

“Then we divorce and move on with our lives.”

“Some people already think you’re my father.”

“What do you want, Tracy?”

“I want to be with you.”

“Marriage just makes that legal, and makes it harder for your father to cause problems.”

“And that’s what you really want, Charles?”

“It is.”

We kissed, then tenderly made love. A year from now we may or may not think this was such a great idea. But for now, we’re going to be husband and wife. Later on, I wondered if her father’s visit was set up to trigger this. But for now my bad girl will be my good girl.

 

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Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 9

We finished dinner, rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, which took three times as long since we seemed more interested in each other’s body than in the dishes. When we were done with that, Tracy took my hand and led me back into the bedroom, pulling me down on the bed on top of her. We spent a long time kissing and touching, before she spoke.

“Charles, I want you on top of me this time.”

“Are you sure you aren’t too sore for another go-around?”

“It’s still a little tender, but I want this – I need this – I need you – and I need you in me.”

“We can, but there’s more to being lovers and making love than just locking loins.”

“We were kissing and touching all through lunch. I need more now, Charles.”

I rolled enough to one side to be able to touch her better and took my finger down her pussy lips. She was wet, so I eased a finger in her while I tweaked her clit with my thumb. She moaned and thrust against my hand. I moved my finger deeply in her and back out again. I picked up speed and finger fucked her while playing with her clit.

I kissed her and slowly moved from her lips, down her face and neck to her boobs. I nibbled and teased her boobs, kissing, licking, and sucking on them, adding in some very light bites. I tried to make sure I’d leave no bruises from my bites, not that she seemed to mind anyhow. It didn’t take long for me to bring her to another orgasm.

“Charles – please, inside me – now.”

I reached over and grabbed another condom, quickly putting it on my cock. I ranged over her and she grabbed my dick and guided it into her pussy. As I got balls deep in her, Tracy made the most satisfied moan and wrapped her legs around my waist. I began to slowly fuck her as she kissed me and held on tight to me.

“Please – faster, harder.”

Who am I to argue with the lady, particularly when she wants this – especially not when it’s what I want too. No more slow and sweet, I pounded that little pussy for all it was worth. Tracy responded by fucking me back hard. My world became focused on nothing more than my dick, her pussy, and her cute body under me.

I lost myself in it until I collapsed on her, cumming harder than I ever had in my life. I could feel her pussy grabbing my cock and not wanting to let go as I emptied myself into her sweet cunt, or at least into the condom I wore. I came so hard, I swear I saw stars in front of my eyes. It was a little scary, but the kind of scared I wanted to feel a lot more of.

“I love you, Charles.”

“And I love you, Tracy.”

We rolled on our sides and kissed and touched while we cooled down. Finally, I laid back, with Tracy’s head on my chest, and my hand stroking her back from her shoulders down to her ass. Occasionally, as I caressed her ass, she’d moan and squirm her hips against me. I had vague memories of when my ex-wife and I had good sex, but even in my memories, it never felt this good.

As good as it was, I found myself wondering just how long it could last. I was more than twice her age, which for most people was a real problem. I wanted her to stay with me, but how long before I needed more than just a cute young thing to fuck? She seemed to really enjoy this, but what did she really want out of this? Could I still see us together in a year, five years, ten years?

All this ran through my mind as I held Tracy and dozed off. I woke up later as she got up to go to the bathroom. I drifted off again, then woke back up to her getting back into bed and snuggling up with me. For all the problems I saw, for all the potential difficulties, I didn’t want this to end – certainly now yet. I fell into a very satisfied sleep.

We fell into a routine. I had my job, she had school and her job and studying. Then when neither of us were otherwise tied up, we fucked like rabbits. No more thought or conversation came up about her finding another place to live. She was living with me, as my lover, until further notice. I occasionally wondered when the other shoe would drop.

 

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Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 8

Often I worked nine or ten hours. It wasn’t like I normally had loads of things waiting for me after work. Today was different. I left there immediately and had to control myself to keep from speeding on the way home. I’d given Tracy my spare key so she could let herself in and out as necessary. I came in the apartment, looked around and saw no sign of Tracy.

I went in the bedroom to change and found Tracy naked on the bed with her legs spread wide and that shaved pussy inviting me in. I almost tore a button off my shirt taking it off, quickly getting naked and climbing into bed alongside her. She pulled my head to her and we began to kiss. She grabbed my dick and seemed to be trying to get that inside her.

“We have plenty of time. There’s no hurry, and we need to use a condom when we do that.”

We resumed kissing and I brought my hand up and began to fondle one of her boobs. I’d been aching to do that and I reveled in it now. They were warm and soft, though her nipples could almost have cut glass. I stroked it from the outside, working my way slowly to the nipple. As I ran my thumb across the nipple, Tracy gasped and pulled my head closer.

As I worked her breast over, Tracy pulled her head back and moaned. I took advantage of that to slide down her body and begin to kiss the breast I’d been playing with as I began to stroke the other one. I kissed the nipple, sucking it into my mouth and pulling away on it until it popped from my lips. She gasped and moaned, so I did that a few more times before licking, sucking and kissing my way around that one.

Tracy ran her hands through my hair as I enjoyed the sweetness of her titties, then I shifted to kiss the other one as I moved my hand down to her little pussy. I ran my index finger down the middle of her slit. She was wet and her labia were starting to spread slightly. I then took three fingers, one down each side and one up the middle. Tracy moaned and began to pump her hips.

I took my middle finger and parted her lips getting just inside her sweetness. I had it maybe a quarter inch in, just stroking up and down until I felt her clit start to peek out from its hiding place. I gently stroked her clit while putting my finger further in her. I fingered her as best I could while sucking on her breast.

As I stroked them, her labia seemed to get slightly puffy and spread a bit. I could hear Tracy moan and buck as I enjoyed stimulating her boob and pussy. She began to gasp and moan and I felt muscles rippling around the pussy and up into the abdomen. She grabbed my head and she was fucking my finger every bit as much as my finger fucked her.

She began to relax, and I kissed her before sliding down to kiss her pussy. I kissed and licked, paying special attention to her clit. She soon had wrapped her legs around my neck and was moving her hips, fucking my tongue as I licked her. She pulled me tight as she came for a second time. My mouth was covered in her juices as I kissed my way back up her body.

“I never imagined it could be like this.”

“I wanted your first time to be special.”

“I knew it could feel good, but not like that.”

As we kissed, she had to taste her own juices on my lips. That didn’t seem to bother her. After we kissed for a bit, she reached down and grabbed my cock.

“Would you like me to do the same for you?”

“I don’t need that. I’ve been happy with what we’re doing.”

“Do you think it’s time to…?”

“Is that what you really want, Tracy?”

“You’ve taken me in, you’ve bought me things, you’ve made me feel good. I want to do nice things for you too.”

“It should be about more than being grateful to me.”

“It is more than that. I just – ”

“If that’s what you want, I will, but we need to use a condom.”

“I understand. No babies. Not yet.”

I stopped and reached over into the side table by the bed, opened a drawer, and found the condoms I’d bought. My cock was rock hard as I opened the package. I lay on my side with my dick sticking out as Tracy watched. I put the thing on, then rolled onto my back and pulled Tracy on top of me. She squealed as I did, then smiled and kissed me.

“I want you to drive the train this time. If this is what you want, then guide it in. If you’ve changed your mind, just kiss me and roll off.”

“That won’t happen.”

She reached down and grabbed my cock and put it at the entrance of her ecstasy. She eased it in just a little, with just the head in her. She looked at me with an expression of wonder, leaned forward and kissed me then thrust her hips, burying my dick deep inside her. She whimpered just a little and closed her eyes, then opened them, smiled and kissed me again.

“It hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would.”

“Take it slowly, as it feels comfortable. We don’t need to hurry.”

I reached up and began to caress her sweet little breasts, paying close attention to the nipples. After an initial quick squeal, she kissed me and seemed to revel in it. As I played with breasts with one hand, I brought my other hand around and began to massage her ass. Tracy began to slowly move her hips back and forth. She moaned and squirmed as she did.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only a little, but it’s a good hurt.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Don’t you dare think about stopping this.”

As she got comfortable, Tracy began to pick up speed. The condom reduced my sensitivity just a little, but it still felt absolutely wonderful having my dick in her tight little pussy. I still wasn’t sure we should be doing this, but we were long past second thoughts. I surrendered myself to the feeling of my prick in her tight pussy, as my hands explored her ass and breasts.

I was glad in a way for the condom. Not only did I not want to get her pregnant, but I was so horny that I might have cum almost immediately. Instead I felt the kind of ecstasy that I hadn’t known for years. Bad girl or good girl didn’t matter. Tracy was in my bed, riding my cock and we both seemed to be lost in our pleasure.

Tracy covered my lips with kisses until she got too much into the fucking to pay that much attention. I moved from her lips to her ear lobe, kissing and nibbling on it. Tracy moaned and picked up the pace, driving my cock faster and deeper into her pussy. I kissed my way down her neck with her moaning and writhing until I got too caught up in the fucking myself.

I felt a heat rising through Tracy’s body, then her pussy tightened up around my dick even more, and she was pretty tight to begin with. I felt her stomach muscles contract as Tracy lost herself to her pussy and my cock, frantically driving me deeply into her. I could feel my own orgasm building as she seemed to lose herself to the feelings.

I felt myself start to cum and pulled her ass tightly to me as I came with my dick buried deep in her sweet tunnel. I came so hard, I almost blacked out from it, and Tracy seemed similarly lost in her pleasure. Gradually, the room came back into focus and I looked up into Tracy’s eyes. She smiled and we began kissing with my slowly shrinking cock still buried in her.

We kissed and touched each other as my prick slowly eased its way out of her. I had to be careful to make sure the condom came out of her along with my cock. I didn’t want to lose the condom in her and undo the effect of using it. We rolled on our sides and continued to kiss and caress until we both paused to catch our breath.

My stomach rumbled and I realized that I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and it seemed Tracy hadn’t either. Reluctantly, we disentangled and made our way to the kitchen, still quite naked and stopping to kiss and touch each other often along the way. I don’t know how we managed to make dinner without burning ourselves or the food, but we did.

We sat at the table, with Tracy on my lap as we ate. My cock had recovered and pressed against her cute bottom. I held her on me with one hand and ate with the other, though our eating was regularly interrupted my stopping to kiss and fondle each other. I was on the verge of cumming all through dinner as my dick sawed across her ass.

“Charles, you said you wanted to make it special, and it was.”

“I wanted it to be good for you – at least as good as I could make it.”

“I don’t know how anyone could make it better.”

“I know there are other men with more experience and better techniques than me.”

“It isn’t just what you did – it’s that I could tell you cared about me, not just using my body.”

“But I did use your body.”

“And I used yours and want to use it again, maybe lots of agains.”

“I’m an old man. I can’t get it up like a twenty year old.”

“We’ll work with what we have, and you might even surprise yourself.”

 

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Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 7

The next morning, I got up and got ready for work, while she slept in. I was glad for that, having spent the last three nights sleeping beside her in bed I was so horny I was about ready to burst. I jerked off in the shower, thinking about Tracy the whole time. I mean, I tried thinking about other women, but my mind kept coming back to her.

I didn’t realize I even had that much cum in me, as it felt like a gallon of it spurted out of me. I washed myself and as I was finishing my shower, the bathroom door opened and Tracy came in. As I stood there gaping, she took off her tee and was completely naked. Okay, I’d gotten some flashes of things, but had never seen her completely bare.

“I need to shower too. Do you mind if I join you?”

“I was just finishing. I can let you have the shower to yourself.”

“Or you could help me wash.”

She got wet under the water and handed me the soap. She lifted her arms and gestured toward her body.

“Where would you like to start?”

“Where do you want me to start?”

“With a kiss, then maybe wash my chest.”

I kissed her and she grabbed my head, holding me tight as she pressed her body against me while we kissed. I might have cum just five minutes before, but my cock recovered and was pressing into her body about halfway between her pussy and her belly button. As we kissed, she got up on her toes and pressed down on my prick, causing it to slide across her pussy lips on the outside.

As we continued to kiss, she grabbed my dick and seemed to be trying to guide it into her pussy. I don’t think I’d ever desired a woman the way I desired Tracy in that instant, but I pulled back.

“We don’t have a condom, and your birth control might not be effective yet.”

“We could always take a chance.”

“Let’s wait. Tonight we’ll do this right.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. When you lose your virginity, I want it to be something special – not just a quick fuck in the shower.”

“I wish we didn’t have to wait.”

“I’ll try to make it all that much better.”

I quickly got out of the shower, dried off, dressed, and went to work. I could hear Tracy moaning in the shower as I left. I so wanted to be responsible for those moans, but I knew I needed to get to work. I also knew I wanted something more than just a quick fuck. As it was, I just didn’t have the time to do it right.

I spent my day working, though I thought a lot about Tracy and her body and what I wanted to do to it. About noon, I got a text from her which was a naked selfie. She had a message of ‘This is waiting for you’. She also sent a closeup of her lips, a picture of her breasts, and a closeup of her pussy. She sent another text, asking if I wanted her to shave her pussy.

I sent her back something saying I wanted her whatever way she wanted me to have her. I also asked how her exam had gone. She said the exam had gone well, then shortly after sent another picture of a shaved pussy. ‘This is urs 4 as long as U want it.’ It’s amazing that I was able to get any work done at all that day. I did though and left just as soon as I’d put in my hours.

 

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Kita – Chapter 68 – Special Date – Part 2

“Hello, Kita.”

“Hi Sir. I’m so happy to see you.”

“That’s good dear.” I stand. I am truly honored that Kita has followed through. “Please, sit, honey. The menu is there.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Kita is smiling, and looking absolutely filthy in her cute little schoolgirl outfit for Rittenhouse. I love it. everything’s coming together! I can’t believe it!

She joins me at the table and I can already see the people around us raising their eyebrows and are beginning to whisper.

They’re thinking I’m her sugar daddy and she’s my girl. I love it. I never go out anymore. I’m tired of the drunken bar scene. All losers. The reps, bartenders, and everyone else are all just a symptom of what’s wrong with the hospitality industry.

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“You look beautiful, honey.”

“Thank you Sir. she smiles, happy in her servitude.

The server comes by and asks for her ID. She provides and then gets a glass of Chenin Blanc.

Kita is embarrassed but I like that she came willing to wear the little schoolgirl outfit. That tells me she is committed to this role. It will get easier, and harder for her, but I swear I will protect her through the entire process

Again, she wanted this. She came to me.

“I’m so happy you asked me to dinner. The food at college is not so good, Sir.”

“You get what you want, Kita.”

“I would like the lobster., Sir”

I smile.

“Whatever you want babygirl.”

“Thank you. for taking care of me, Sir.”

“When men walk by cross and uncross your legs so men will see them. They ‘re pretty and it will catch they’re attention. I want other men desiring you when youre with me.

“Yes sir.”

Guys walked by and Kita was obedient. Her shapely caramel legs were busy during dinner.

“Oh and any old guys that look at you give them a flirty look. Jut for the fun of it.

“Yes Sir.”

I loved when older couples walked by our table, Kita would give the eyes to the husband, I know it made his night. The poor old bastard thinking he still had game on a young girl, but I wanted that. Give a little joy to some old guys. It’s absolutely free.

She smiles at me and actually seems really happy to be here. Who wouldn’t be? (Free food and drinks.)

The dinner goes well and I’m really enjoying her company.

Kita…”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to reach under the table. What are you going to do?”

“Appreciate your affection.”

This is insane…

I reach under the table and feel her kneesock that clings to her supple calf. I travel further, and feel Kita’s sweet knee, I explore her tender joint behind her knee feeling her Achilles tendon flex and continue up her thigh.

So soft.

“That tickles.” (giggles)

When you can’t see something you’re touching it’s always better. By removing the visionary aspect of any encounter, the tactile becomes so much more intense.

Kita’s thighs are sooo soft. Those sweet caramel pillars are yielding to my touch.

“How does that feel, dear?”

“I love the way you touch me, sir.”

I look at Kita’s eyes. Green lights all the way.

She loves this.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. But I’m honored to be the steward to her joy.

Her thigh is warmer the closer I come to her crotch. But I withdraw.

“Really, Sir?”

“You hush. Enjoy your lobster honey.”

 

People walked by. The staff knew. There was a middle-aged man sitting with a little Asian girl who looked like a teenager in a schoolgirl outfit at the restaurant tonite. Or maybe she was a real schoolgirl and that’s his little sugarbaby.

That’s what I want on the other side of this dominant submissive relationship we’re having

“You’re doing well Kita. Everyone is reacting accordingly.”

“I actually like it, Sir. I like being your little girl.”

I loved the feeling of disdain of me dining with this young Asian girl dressed as a little student. It made me happy to fuck the system here in Rittenhouse. On any given day you can see old rich dudes having dinner with young babes. It’s so obvious that there is a whole sugar system going on.

But I like that Kita wants something different. I’m new to this too, but I’m very creative. Kita has no idea where I will take her.

I hope she’s ready.

But even if she’s not.

I’ll train her to be ready.

“May I speak?”

Of course. You’ve been so good tonight, Kita.

“This has been such a wonderful night. I never get taken out to a nice dinner like this. No one I know treats me like this. Only you, Sir. This has been so nice..”

“Good. dear. You’re learning what real life is like..”

“I like being with you. Forgive me, but what will happen now?”

I look at my beautiful baby and pass her an envelope.

“What is this Sir?”

It’s money and your next assignment.

Kita looked at me and I could tell that she was disappointed.

She reached out and took the envelope.

Put it in your bag and read it when you get home, Kita.

As she stuffed it in her bag she never took her almond eyes from mine.

Sir, May I please ask you a question?”

“Speak.”

“Will there be a time I can be with you and there isn’t an assignment?”

I paused.

“What are you asking, little one?”

“Umm… will there be a time when I can please you master for taking care of me?”

I knew what Kita was asking. “There will be rich bounty of pleasure once you prove yourself to me Kita.”

She smiled and I knew my sub understood.

“That’s what I want sir, so I’ll do as you want.”

“Are you truly prepared to be completley controlled by me? Are you saying you’ll do anything I ask you to do?”

“I promise. Teach me everything.”

Good. Read whats in the envelope, and do as I say and everything’s going to be great.

Thank you, Sir.

I’ll pay for your Uber.

I stood, and took Kita in my arms.

She hugged me hard like a lost relative. Not good. She clings to me for safety. Should I like this?

I take her face in my hands. She’s so beautiful. I want to kiss her.

Kita looks up at me with yielding eyes.

I kiss her. Our tongues swirl in a symphony of sex that accidentally happened months ago.

I hold her lovely face in my hands, I can still feel the sticky sweet taste of her cheap lip gloss on mine.

“I’m so sorry Charles. I just need you.”

I almost said… “You can’t say that” but I found refrain.

“It’s okay, Kita, We can stop anytime.

 

“I never want to stop, Charles.”

 

 

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Kita – Chapter 67 – Special Date – Part 1

I texted Kita and checked her availability for our special date. Our first date since our agreement. I was apprehnsive  that she’s even show up. You never know with new crazy things. I have a great deal of experience with crazy since my days in California, but this was all new ground.

Would she simply bail and I’d never hear from her again? Possibly.

I had given her money to buy her outfit and knew that if she simply kept the money and disappeared, I’d be fine with it. My real target has become Rebecca.

And I mean that in the most romantic of ways. I feel that since I met Rebecca, she is the girl I care for the most.

I’ve come to a point in my life and age, that I can no longer maintain a boyfriend/girfirend relationship in the traditional sense anymore.

I just no longer have the energy to play that game.

But if I could find a girl that could spend a little time with me on a Sunday when I’m off to take in a movie or a meal and a drink or two that would be fine.

Cherie was amazing, but the emotional part of that relationship destroyed all the fun parts of that tryst. Had Cherie been able to keep her self together and fully understand what that relationship was, it would still be standing today.

I blame her career, education and most of all, her son for the demise of our relationship. But those were all of Cherie’s choices. Not mine.

Here I am sitting at an outside table at Parc, a posh french restaurant on Rittenhouse Square.

Only the best for my baby.

I think of Rebecca, and how I really feel about her. I also think about what she said as she exited our last date.

“I want to meet her.”

Rebecca wants to meet Kita. She knows about how Kita wants to be my little sub and now I feel that things have become complicated. I don’t want to lose Rebecca through this because she is the prize. Sadly, Kita is but a toy. I will be careful with Kita, and I really like her but the stakes are now at a premium.

I will have to tread carefully in both camps.

I thought things were intense with Chreie and Ambria, but now thing have become far more complicated.

 

The pretty hostess seats me and the server brings me a little basket of bread. I order a heady cocktail.

I never go to places like this even though this is my neighborhood. Too expensive, and I know where to find delicious food and the hookups.

I’m a little apprehensive about Kita’s arrival. Will she even show up? Am I fucked? Has this all been a farce?

I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s a little twisted. But it’s not my idea. How much has Kita researched this? What does she know? What doe she really want? My anxiety is kicking in. I take a strong pull on my Manhattan.

I look around. All of the tables out front are taken. Parc has heaters above the tables to create a false comfort of being outside. I love those outdoor heaters. Couples and families are stuffing their heads with delicious cuisine at each and every table. There are luxury cars parked in the street before us.

Funny about that. Rich enough to afford a luxury car. That machine can’t come in the house, or the restaurant, or the bedroom. Such a waste. Sorry to hear about your penis. A vehicle has nothing to do with who you are as a man. So sad, guys.

I look across at the park. Our mini Central Park. A welcome pretty repose from the urban surroundings. I watch people walking thier dogs and playing with their kids. All nostalgia. I smile at the people as I sip my drink awaiting the inevitable.

Or not.

What’s Rebecca doing right now? I look at my watch. She’s probably at Trader Joes, or home watching Netflix.

I need to stop.

I love that they put a brandied berry in this Manhatten like I told them to do.

I’m sipping, and worried, and then I see this:

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Kita arrives dressed as a little Japanese schoolgirl.

Just like she has been ordered to do.

It’s working. I’m delighted.

She looks 14 dressed like this.

I want Rittenhoue to look. I want them to loathe me. I hate Rouge and all of the Rittenhouse spots that are just expensive spots for crazy sports cars and riches. I want to be the bum that shows up at their restaurant with the hottest most forbidden baby they can imagine.

The women whisper. I scan the room. The men, especially the older one grin in recognition and admiration.

I knew it.

I love my address, but the people around me are vacuous. I know they all think a clown like me doesn’t deserve to live here in this incredible zip code, but I do.

Fuck you all.

You can’t even see the game I’m playing not only with my little plaything, but with all of you now.

All of those rich guys would love to have what I have right now and they have no idea the hand I’m playing right now.

It has nothing to do with any of them, or where I live, but they can’t see that. All they see is and old guy with a hot little fantasy toy. They would kill to have that. But what they don’t realize is the relationship I have with this young lady. She’s not one of their escorts or whores they hire for a night of drinks, food and sex. This is a real girl, that wants to explore some new things. I’m not going to let anything happen to her. I’ve done my research, and I’ll never hurt Kita. But if we’re going to do this Dom Sub thing, then she needs to come to Parc with me and blow some minds.

 

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Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 6

I did none of those, but instead got up and pulled on a pair of jeans. I came out of the bedroom to find Tracy still in her tee, getting a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and was consumed by a desire to grab her, touch her body, turn her around, pull up her tee, prop her up on the counter and plunge my dick into her sweet pussy.

Somehow I knew that she would not object, and in my mind I could feel her arms wrap around me and her mouth against my lips as I took her virginity. I took a deep breath and my knees got a little weak as I thought about what I wanted to do. I knew though that it would just be a mutual satisfaction of the lust we both had. There would be no true emotional feeling, nothing but quenching of physical desire.

I needed more than that, and she deserved more than that. Could we find what we both needed? I wasn’t sure but I also wasn’t ready to settle for anything less. I knew in that instant that Tracy moving in would not be for a few days, but would last until either we caught fire or until these feelings burned themselves out.

I sat in a chair at the table, awash in lust and a whole range of emotions. Tracy came over and sat down right next to me. She ate her cereal as I tried to clear my head of the swirling conflicting emotions. Every now and then, she’d look over at me and give me a sweet little smile, before returning to her breakfast. I placed on hand on the table, and she reached over and petted my hand before returning to eating.

“So are you the bad girl, or the good girl?”

“Maybe the good girl who’s willing to be bad for the right guy.”

I reached out and brushed her hair away from her face. She smiled, grabbed my hand, brought it to her lips, and kissed it.

“Do you think you’ll find the right guy?”

“I’m taking applications and interviewing candidates.”

“Any good prospects for the position?”

“One possibility – if we can be sure he really wants the job.”

“Sounds like the interviewing process could be fun.”

“Maybe even a lot more fun as we go along.”

“I can hardly wait.”

“Same here.”

I’d just met this girl something like thirty six hours ago. She was staying in my apartment and had spent the night in my bed twice, though we had yet to have sex. Was I insane? Was she? Was this just a divorced horny guy getting caught up in lust for a cute teenage girl? Was there any future for this? Did I want for there to be any future for this? I had no idea.

I grabbed a bagel from the fridge and made some coffee for the two of us. I had mine with cream, Tracy took cream and sugar. I guess normally Tracy would have gone to church on a Sunday morning. She passed on that today. She was taking a couple of classes at the local community college and said she needed to study for a test tomorrow.

Tracy settled in with her textbooks and I got on my computer and explored news and social media. Tracy had two social media accounts – one as Donna, with her as the prim proper church girl, another as Tracy with her as the party girl she pretended to be. I friended and followed both accounts, exploring a little of what I could of Tracy’s lives.

A little later, we went out and grabbed some lunch. There is a little place I go to, with burgers as well as exotic dishes. Tracy had the pizza with grilled chicken, pesto alfredo, portabella, red onion, mozzarella & asiago cheese. I had the pan seared butter basted chicken breast stuffed with asiago, mushroom, garlic confit served with fettuccini alfredo with sundried tomatoes, pancetta and grilled lemon.

We also went by Target and I bought her a couple pair of nice jeans and some cute but modest tops. We then went by a theater and caught a movie. Tracy wanted to sit near the back and have me hold her during the movie. All we did was snuggle a bit and kissed a few times. We walked back to the car and I had my hand on her lower back. She took my hand and moved it down onto her ass.

When we got to the car, we spent a few minutes kissing before she was ready to sit down. Back at my place, she wanted to cuddle so I brought my laptop over and cuddled with her as I checked things on the web and she finished studying for her test. It got to be late, and I had work the next day, though she only had school. She changed into her tee again.

“You know, I’m going to end up in your bed anyway. We might as well do it up front and not pretend.”

“So much for the girl who said she was going to behave.”

“You don’t like this behavior?”

“I like it too much, and that’s the danger. Did you hear if any of your work friends found a place for you?”

“Do you want me to go?”

“If you stay, we’re going to be doing a lot more than kissing and cuddling before very long.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“What if things don’t work out long term?”

“Isn’t it worth the risk?”

“I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“You wouldn’t deliberately hurt me.”

“Sometimes people who like each other and are attracted to each other aren’t right for each other.”

“We don’t have to make any permanent decisions.”

“Let’s not make any changes in things tonight, but sleep on it.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“I’m just concerned about how much older I am than you are.”

“Hasn’t that worked out for some couples?”

“Yes, but it’s a risk.”

“You live, you take a chance.”

I was going to wear my shorts over my underwear, but Tracy said I should sleep as I normally do. Besides, I’d only been in underwear for the last two nights. Why wear more now? We settled down in bed with me spooning her. She put my hand directly on her breast. It was warm and soft, and I so wanted to stroke and caress it, but I knew I shouldn’t – not yet anyhow.

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Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 5

When I woke up, somehow my hand was not only on her breast, my thumb was on her nipple and moving slightly even as I came to consciousness. Her nipple was as hard as my penis was as it pressed against her ass. Her tee had ridden up during the night, and my bare legs could feel the skin of her ass. I wasn’t sure if she wore no panties or just skimpy ones, and was afraid to check.

She was moaning as my thumb stroked her nipple, but as soon as I realized what I was doing with my thumb, I stopped. She turned over to face me. I heard a sigh before she spoke.

“You don’t have to stop. That felt wonderful.”

“I’m sorry. I was asleep and didn’t realize what I was doing.”

“I don’t mind. I liked it. Didn’t you like it?”

“I did like it, but I shouldn’t be touching you that way.”

“I’m starting to understand why women like sex so much.”

“Tracy, I’m not only old enough to be your father, I’m probably older than your father.”

“You probably are, but does love know an age?”

“Is it love, or just mutual lust?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Time, and time isn’t on my side. In twenty five years I’ll be a geezer, and you’ll still be a beautiful woman. Do you want to spend the best years of your life caring for an old man?”

“A little early to worry about that isn’t it?”

“And what happens when you meet a sexy man your own age?”

“I’d have to tell him I was taken.”

“And your birth control won’t be working right for days yet.”

“You don’t want to make a baby?”

“Certainly not yet. You need the chance to live and have some fun before you have to worry about taking care of a child.”

“There are other things we could do.”

“Let’s wait. You’ve only known me for thirty six hours. Don’t you think we should get to know each other better before we go there?”

“Most guys don’t care about that.”

“And you know I’m not most guys. A couple of months down the road we may realize this isn’t what we both want.”

“We can wait. I wanted you to have that option though. And I know you bought condoms, so we wouldn’t have to make any babies yet.”

“We need to wait.”

“We’ll wait, but I did like what you were doing to my titty.”

“You seem to have very nice ones.”

“And they’ve taken a liking to you.”

“We’ll temper that liking – at least for a while.”

“As long as you give me a nice kiss.”

“I’d enjoy that.”

She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me to kiss. I could feel her hard nipples through her tee, rubbing against my chest. We began to kiss – not some quick peck, but rather it got pretty intense pretty quickly. Almost against my will, I started to put a little tongue into it – not deep in her mouth, just skirting over her lips. She did the same.

At first, I just put my arms around her, then as we kissed, I began to move my hands up and down her back, mostly just the upper back. Tracy didn’t seem inclined to break the kiss and my hands seemed to have minds of their own. One hand was on her upper back as the other one slid down first over her lower back, then further down over her ass.

Her tee was still ridden up and I quickly realized that she indeed had no panties on, as my hand strayed down over her bare ass. Tracy moaned, kissed me harder, and began moving her hips around as my hand explored her ass. Any rational thought process seemed to have gone out the window as I stroked and squeezed her bottom.

She spread her legs and began pumping her hips back and forth. I could feel wetness from her pussy on my jockey shorts. My hand that was on her ass was starting to slide between her legs and I was moments away from touching her pussy from behind. I was on the edge of losing whatever reservations I had about fucking this girl, when my logical mind clicked back on.

“My God, Tracy. This is going farther than I think we intended to go.”

“It felt so good, I didn’t want to stop, and I owe you so much.”

“Let’s stop before we do something we’ll both regret.”

“Are you sure we’ll regret it?”

“No, but we need to be more sure that this is what we both want.”

“You’re not sure you want this?”

“I do want it, but I’m not sure either of us should want it.”

Tracy rolled off me and got out of bed. Her tee was bunched up around her waist and she didn’t seem inclined to pull it down. She had a little pussy that was peeking out of a tuft of brown hair between her legs. At that moment I craved her more than I’d craved anything or anyone in years – maybe ever. She lifted slightly on the bottom of her tee and for an instant I thought she was going to take it off.

Instead she unbunched the tee and pulled it down over her pussy and her cute little ass. She looked at me and her eyes had some strange mixture of relief and disappointment. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before turning and walking out of the bedroom. I sat up to watch her go, and as she reached the door, she turned, gave me an enigmatic little smile and exited.

I slumped back onto the bed and tried to breathe normally. My dick was threatening to tear it way out of my underwear. I lay there craving the woman, the body, who had just walked out of my room. I wanted first to touch her, to caress that body, to play with those boobs, to fuck that pussy, or at the very least to stroke myself to orgasm.

 

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Kita – Chapter 66 – Before the Game… Reality- Part 2

I carried tiny Kita in my arms through the vestibule of my Rittenhouse brownstone. She wanted this. She was light in my arms. She giggled and threw her head back as I entered the codes to get into my apartment.

I prayed Lorelei wasn’t present.

Kita is giggling, and lovely. her blonde hair is everywhere. She’s drunk. I love the idea of carrying her in my arms to my lair.

Not in a bad way. Never. But in a fun diabolic way that she is complicit in.

I can smell her perfume and her hair as she gasps against me. It’s obvious she can’t hang. But she’s the right candidate. I feel the tendons in the back of her thighs near her knees and love that. I always love the and admire the structure of a woman’s’ legs.

This is the child who has agreed to enter into the game with  me. I don’t even know if I’m ready to do this.

I click the lock. Daughter Lorelei isn’t due back until Tuesday.  That gives me two days to play.

But we haven’t come to a full agreement as to what this relationship is yet. I must honor that.

God…. I would honor it anyway with any woman. I would never take advantage of anyone… ever.

I know our night together has been established and it is all before what we are about to do, but I must remain in control.

I place Kita upon my bed and reach for a soft blanket.

Before I place it upon her I take a moment to look upon my folly.

 

A lovely Asian girl. 22 years old. Raven hair, fit and attractive. Has already decided that she wants me to dominate her and run her life when she’s with me.

I cover her with a soft blanket at leave the room.

I walk back towards the kitchen.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

 

Kita is so turned on she wants to play now.

 

But we’re trying to create the thing she wants.

Do I begin tonight or be with her one last time as a couple and then it starts tomorrow?”

“Where are you, Chaz?”

I’ve had the luck of grabbing a Maccallan 15 year scotch from my bar before I answer.

I grip the old-fashioned glass in my hand and draw deeply on the intoxicating nectar.

I look upon Kita on my bed. The dark blue curtains are drawn. The pattern on them is falling leaves. I love it because when I need to sleep it brings me peace. But because the room is so dark it’s actually hard to see my quarry.

Then I see the white underwear at the corner of the bed.

 

“Don’t you want me before the game begins?”

 

“The game begins when you say it begins, Kita.”

“Can we pre game tonight before you take ownership of my time with you?”

“Is that what you want, Kita?” (The Macallallan is already pushing my response)

“Yes, Sir.”

At this point I am starting to wonder who is really the master and who is the slave.

I can no longer resist her again.

I look upon her and Kita is literally ripping her clothes off.

I’ve been caught off guard. Or have I?

No I have.

We’ve come so far and I shouldn’t screw it up with a clumsy fuck.

 

“Chaz… please.”

 

What should I do? I have a lovely girl who wants to become my sub and I get to live out a fantasy and have the time of my life, but could this infraction ruin that?

This is all new ground for me so I don’t know what to do.

“Come on Chaz, before I become your little slave, you’re still attracted to me.”

I see what’s happening now, and what Kita is doing.

Low self-esteem. Low self-worth. I get it. It’s her adoption and upbringing.

But I see what’s happening here. She’s the sub. I’m the Dom. I know this could happen.  She obviously has all of the power. Kita’s smart. She has obviously done her homework. She’s trying to break me early because she’s young.

I like this. I could fuck her back to the stone age tonight but then she would gain control before we ever began.

Is that what she really wants even though she set this up as a Dom/Sub relationship?

Is this a plan to reverses what she initially said?

I like the idea of this and it only strengthens my ambition to control Kita.

But now I have a more challenging partner.

 

I look upon lovely Kita in my bed. Her black tresses are scattered over my pillow, she’s giggling knowing she’s won, as she spreads her caramel thighs revealing her glistening cleft for my approach.

She dips a finger between her legs and smiles. “You like this, Chaz?”

I’m overcome.

Kita’s eyes are warm and welcoming. Like a model that wants you to buy a product.

We’ve made and agreement and Kita is testing the boundaries of that pact. I understand her shortcomings, but feel her commitment.

“”Close your legs. I’m calling you an UBER.”

“Really? We can’t play before you help me?”

“I am helping you. You’re going to go and when I call you, you’ll come.”

Kita got to her feet. She looked like a child.

 

“I’m sorry, Sir”.

 

“You’re forgiven. But the next time I see you, you’ll be on point and we’ll look back on this as a little practice run where you failed.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my girl.

“I’ll do better next time. I’m sorry.”

“Cheer up. next time you’ll be on a date with me being exactly who I want you to be.

“Yes Sir. I look forward to that.”

 

(This is nuts, right?)

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Kita – Chapter 65 – Before the Game… Reality – Part 1

I take Kita’s dainty hand in mine and lead her from the restaurant. She obediently grips my hand. I like that. This is what she really wants. I can’t believe it. A young woman I mentored has now decided she wants to be under my control.

I have no experience in this arena of relationships. Anything I’ve ever done has been a mutual celebration of a mutual love and turned into a love affair or a relationship.

This is all new ground for me but at my age I’m willing to play along. I can’t imagine her actually being able to sustain this kind of relationship. But who knows? I have nothing to lose.

I think of Rebecca.

That nagging feeling of love that haunts me.

In the last year I have burned through what I think could be my finale relationship with Cherie.

I just can’t do it anymore.

The “I love yous”, the “Good Mornings”, the “I’m so horny” texts.

It’s trite, boring and cumbersome.

Everything is going so well in my life in a simple and elegant way now, I don’t think I can ever be in a loving relationship ever again.

And I’m happy with that.

I see all of the lost and lonely losers looking for long-term relationships on all of the sorry dating apps and sites.

I don’t ever want to ever swipe right on a 50 something woman who is, “so proud of her grown kids, loves working out, anything on a beach, travel, dogs, traveling and looking for the next chapter in her life.”

They’re all of the leftover losers that failed in their previous marriages. It’s all the same shit. Over and over again. All of the dating sites are littered with them and it’s really sad. After being married for so long and being middle-aged, they lack any of the skills to move on with their lives. They are all looking to re-boot what they once had with their original failed idea of what a marriage or a relationship should be.

As I edit this I watch as all of those losers tumble into a pit of loss.

It’s a shame, but they all need to realize that marriage isn’t natural to the human species. Fuck your theories about penguins. If we were penguins we have fewer choices to mate forever. We’re freezing our asses off, killer whales and Polar bears want to eat us, and we all look like shitty birds dressed in tuxedos that all look-alike.

I put Kita in the Black Uber SUV that is waiting outside. Her caramel legs are sumptuous. Tan and lithe as she climbs in the back seat. She giggles and clings to me. Playing with her phone. I tell her to put it away and she silently obeys.

Kita reclines in the leather seat. She gently raises her right leg and runs her fingertips up along the length of her shin. (Checking for its smoothness) and looks at me and smiles. She believes she’s going to get what she desires tonight.

The car glides forward into traffic. The driver knows the address.

I think about when I began this blog two years ago, I decided to tell some stories, and realized that if I was going to write a dating blog, I’d have to date again. I navigated the barren waters of dating women my age. I tried again and again to make it work.

I found that all of the women my age have rolled the dice like I did and left the table empty-handed.

My mother once told me marriage was a dice roll. You made a bet and hope it paid off.

It’s not that simple but sometimes it literally comes down to that.

But there are better gamblers out there.

If you’re not good at the game, or lack experience, or have and idea that’s been sold to you, or you think IT IS TIME TO SETTLE DOWN…Or you have a second chapter, you’re dead wrong.

You are so fucking wrong.

That was me.

I watch as the city glistens before my eyes as the Uber speeds through traffic.

I’m not saying you’re wrong in your actions.

That’s what people do. They are brought up in an ideology of what life should be and it’s simply not true.

It’s wrong.

And please don’t think I’m the bitter divorced guy dolling out his homespun bitter bullshit. I’ve already forgiven everyone. Including myself a long time ago.

 

“Where are we going?”

“Exactly where you want to go right now, Kita.”

“Kiss me.”

“You’re the breaking the rules again, but I’m kind.”

“Sorry.”

I take Kita in my arms and kiss her deeply as the Suburban rolls down Broad Street. Her tongue is minty from the trident in her mouth and we tangle to go deeper.

She grabs my hand and presses it to her breast.

“Easy, dear.”

Kita looks up at me.

 

“Soon.”

 

It rained earlier, and the city yields its best refection as we speed through traffic.

Philadelphia glistens in its brilliance at night. Maybe it hides our failures. Maybe it hides mine too. I’ve had many here. But I’ve had SO much success here in this city since I finally got to live here.

This is where I belong.

I know it.

I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life here at my age living here in Philly. The Eagles won the Superbowl against the New England Patriots. Philly. A city that an actor once called the forgotten city has been resurrected once again.

That actor as Sylvester Stallone when he made Rocky.

 

I’ve been through so much. I have no interest in climbing the steps of the PMA.

The street lights and the traffic flash before me as the SUV turns onto Pine street.

How long can I do this? I’m not getting any younger. Here I am again, with a young girl riding on a line to nowhere.

This has been my whole life outside my marriage. It happens over and over with the same result. Isn’t that the definition of crazy?

“Doing the same thing over and over hoping to get the same result.”

I’m not crazy.

I think I’m a complex but simple man who has anxiety and depression trying to find his way through life without medication.

He loves beauty and women, and music and alcohol because that’s what fixes him to fly right.

No. He loves to work. More that anybody else he knows. Most of the people he knew in his previous lives were lazy. People like being off but I like to work. Apparently at anything. Just to curb my anxiety and depression. Oh look, I found a cure. It’s not a pill.

Medicine for anxiety and depression don’t work on me. Never had them, never will.

I conquered both of those fuckers and I’m really good pals with them now. Funny how life turns.

The black SUV quietly pulls up in front of my Rittenhouse brownstone.

“Honey… are you awake?

Kita smiles. (It’s not a smile of awareness, it’s a smile of enthusiasm.)

It’s been a short car ride to my house.

But it’s been a long journey home.

 

“Please carry me upstairs, Sir”

 

“You walk into this yourself, Kita”

 

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