"You look perfectly adorable Missy."
Professor tells me this at the door to Mr. Morton's guest house.
"You will be just perfect. I will pick you up tomorrow," he says kissing my head.
I open the door and step into what is less like a guest house and more like million dollar condo.
I smooth my Catholic school-girlish skirt, pull up my white knee socks up, and make sure just the top button of my white blouse is undone.
There is a mirror on the wall and I adjust my pigtails and ribbons and sit on the couch as instructed.
This whole experience has been scripted by Mr. Morton and I have to say it's kind of hot.
I pick up the notepad, school book, and pencil and sit down to do my homework.
Behind me, I hear Mr. Morton come through the door.
I do not even know what he looks like. He selected me from my profile available to club members.
"Well hello Missy. Mrs. Morton isn't home yet?"
"No Sir, Mr. Morton, she called and said she tried to call you but she is stuck in San Francisco until tomorrow evening. Something about a mix up with her ticket?"
Mr. Morton pretends to check his phone and say, "Ah, yes, I did miss a few calls from her. Phone was on silent. I'm sure she will call back."
"Yes Sir. I'm sure."
I stand and start to gather "my things" when Mr. Morton stops me by touching my hand.
"Missy. I sure could use some help with the baby. Won't you stay for awhile? We can get to know each other better?"
"Um OK. For a little while."
I have to admit playing an innocent and barely 18 from an all-girls Catholic college is starting to really turn me on.
"The baby is sleeping I assume, why don't you come sit by me and we can watch a movie?"
"OK Mr. Morton."
"Why don't you have a seat and I'll get us something to drink," he suggests as he turns on the TV to reveal a sexy movie.
I pretend to be shocked at the man and woman slowly fucking under the covers (in an R rated way) with her titties hanging out when he returns.
My mouth hangs open as he says, "Oh dear Missy. I'm sorry to have that on."
He takes his time sitting down before he hands me my drink.
I take a sip. "Mr. Morton Sir. This is alcohol. I'm not supposed to drink."
"One glass won't hurt young lady. Now, what should we watch?"
"I'm not sure Mr. Morton. I don't really get to watch movies."
"You don't? Then I'm sure this is shocking to you, no?"
"Yes Sir. Her breasts are showing while they wrestle. I guess it is?"
"My. You are naΓ―ve aren't you? Have you ever kissed a boy Missy?"
"Goodness no Sir!"
"Is that so," he asks as he slides just a bit closer.
"I haven't ever been alone with a boy Sir. We always have chaperones when we have dances with the boy's school."
"Have you ever been curious about it Missy?"
Fuck this is hot. My pussy is no doubt starting to make my white cotton panties damp.
Stammering, "a little bit Sir."
I feel like I am nailing this game.
"Would you like to try just a little peck to see what it's like?"
"I don't know Mr. Morton. I'm not sure."
"Just a little peck Missy. Like you kiss family, just on the lips."
"Won't that make me a bad girl Mr. Morton?"
"On the contrary Missy. It will make you a very good girl. Plus, you would like to get married some day right?"
"Yes Mr. Morton."
"Well, don't you want to be able to be a good wife for him right?"
"Yes of course Mr. Morton."
"It would be good to study what makes a good wife wouldn't it? To make him happy of course."
I feel my panties starting to get wetter.
"Yes Sir. I suppose so"
"Good. Now slide closer to me."
I scoot just a bit and he urges me closer until my thigh is touching his.
"Are you ready Missy," he asks rhetorically, "close your eyes."
I do as I am told and he gently kisses me, a tiny bit more than a peck.
"That wasn't so bad now was it Missy?"
"No Mr. Morton. It felt nice."
"Would you like to try a little more Missy?"
"Are you sure this won't make me a bad girl Mr. Morton?"
"It will make you the very best girl Missy."
"OK. Just a little more."
I'm starting to really feel like an innocent teen being coerced by an older man.
This would have been a more pleasurable experience than a teen boy mauling me and cumming in T minus 15 seconds when I actually lost my virginity.
"Close your eyes again Missy."
As I do, I feel his hand on my knee. This kiss was a little more than the first with him running his tongue across my lips, just barely parting them.
"How was that Miss Madison?"
"It was nice Mr. Morton. It made me a little tingly."
"Is that so? Where are you tingly?"
"I think my bottom Sir but I can't really tell. It was just a bit. Is that bad?"
"I don't think so Missy but we should find out where you are tingly. We should kiss again."
I never would have been attracted to this man if I met him on the street. He is rather lanky and non descript.
"OK Sir. Just to make sure I'm ok."
"Yes. I'm sure you are. Close your eyes."
This time his hand slides further up my thigh and his tongue breaks the barrier of my lips as I softly part them.
I am definitely tingly. I hope this guy has no intention of not allowing me to cum.
"You are very good at that Missy. Are you still tingly?"
"Yes Mr. Morton."
"Maybe we should try just one more Missy. Close your eyes again."
I do as I am told and his hand slides dangerously close to my damp pussy.
He kisses me longer, passionately, and this time I kiss back just a bit.
When he stops I say nervously, "Mr. Morton Sir. I'm very, very tingly now and my panties feel a little wet. What is wrong with me?"
"I am sure it's nothing but we should check to be sure."
"OK Mr. Morton, what do I have to do?"
"Why don't you stand right here and take your panties off so I can check."
"Umm. I don't think that's something a good girl does."
"Very good girls do it Missy and you said you wanted to be a good wife right?"
"Yes Sir."
Reluctantly, I stand before him and remove my panties, placing them in his outstretched hand.
He lifts them to his nose and I pretend to be mortified.
"I think we may need to take a closer look Missy. Step closer and lift your skirt for me?"
"Surely good girls don't do that Sir?"
"Of course they do Missy. I'm here to help you and I would never lead you astray. You know that right?"
"Yes Sir. I guess."
"Good. Now step over here and lift your skirt in the front."
As I do he motions me closer and turns on the light on the side table.
I stop before him and he motions me closer still.
My knees are touching his as I bare my seeping pussy.
"You are liking this very much aren't you Missy?"
"Why would you say that Mr. Morton? I just want to make sure I'm ok."
"I can tell you like it by your leaking pussy," he says rubbing my wetness on my lips.
It almost feels as though I am being touched for the very first time and my body is responding with a combination of nervousness and excitement.
"What does that mean Sir?"
"It means you are a woman and that you want to be touched there."
"But I don't know if I do Mr. Morton."
"Missy, surely you have learned that God made our bodies perfectly? Your perfect body is responding just the way God intended. We shouldn't go against God should we?"
"No Mr. Morton. I guess not."
"Good. Now how about you take off that skirt and let me examine your pussy."
I do as I am told and my pussy is burning up.
He earnestly slicks his finger in my juices and when he bumps my clit I shudder.
"What was that Mr. Morton? It felt strange."
"Bad strange?"
"No Sir. It felt good and made me all hot."
"Well if you are hot we should probably get you out of those clothes to cool you off. Undo your blouse and remove your bra."
I slowly, tentatively, undo the buttons, and drop the shirt to the floor. When I undo my bra I see Mr. Morton adjust his cock.
"Well Miss Madison. God certainly made your tits perfectly didn't he? I'm going to have to touch them to make sure they are healthy."
He places both hands on me and squeezes somewhat roughly.
I can see how hard his cock is now and I need it in my pussy.
"They are perfect all right. Let me taste them to be sure."
Pulling me between his legs he starts to suck one nipple and pinch the other.
A moan escapes my lips and he sucks harder.
I need him to touch my pussy and as hot as this is it is achingly slow.
"We should check you again Missy. Spread your legs."
I do and he is rubbing my clit gently and I start to buck into his hand.
"That feels good Missy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. Just enjoy it and let whatever happens happen you are being a very good girl."
He is gradually increasing pressure on my clit and I know it won't take much before I cum.
"You have a very nice pussy Missy. Have you ever touched it like this before?"
"No Sir. It feels very good and it feels sort of strange."