The Elevation of Sarah Stevens

The days flew past. Ms Staunton brought Sarah some test sticks and instructed herself and Mary how to use them. Staunton wanted Mary to actually perform the tests; perhaps she didn't trust Sarah to be truthful about the results. Sarah found it quite embarrassing to have Mary hold the stick in her urine stream, but eventually she got used to it. The morning the stick went positive, Sarah was instructed that she was expected in Master Fitzpatrick's room that evening.

Sarah wondered how it would go. The first time with Daddy was when she was vulnerable and upset. The second, he'd been angry and had spanked her and then taken her forcefully from behind, bent over the back of the sofa. She'd orgasmed explosively on both occasions. While initially angry at being effectively blackmailed into this arrangement, she couldn't deny the butterflies in her tummy as she prepared to go to him. Mary had laid out a transparent baby doll nighty for her.

"It originally came with panties, Miss, so I've laid those out for you as well."

Sarah blushed, but nodded her acceptance.

She sat while Mary did her hair and applied her makeup. She brought out a small bottle of perfume, something that Sarah had never used before.

She applied drops behind her ears but also between her breasts.

"You also put some behind your knees and on your wrists, Miss."

"And if I might make so bold, Miss, perhaps some at the top of your thighs?"

When she's finished, Sarah felt a bit dizzy from all the perfume.

"Are you sure this isn't too much, Mary, it's so strong!"

"Men like it, Miss, especially older men and they tend to lose their sense of smell as they get older."

Sarah stepped into her high heels, rather than her fluffy mules; the extra height made her more confident and mature.

"Oh, Miss! You do look beautiful! And so sexy, Miss, if you don't mind me saying so"

Sarah looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't deny Mary's comments. She felt very much conflicted. On the one hand she saw herself as a lamb led to the slaughter, a slave girl being led to the block. On the other hand, she couldn't deny the excitement building in her belly.

When Sarah entered Daddy's rooms, she was taken aback at the sight. The lights were switched off but there were candles lit all around the room and flowers everywhere.

"My goodness, Daddy's gone to so much trouble!" thought Sarah.

Daddy was wearing a silk kimono and he came and took my hand and gazed into my eyes and I felt lost in their depths. He kissed me, gently and tenderly and I found myself eagerly opening my mouth to him. He led me to the bed, which was strewn with rose petals. He sat me down on the bed and kissed me long and tenderly, his tongue skirting my lips before slipping into my mouth and sliding over my own. This was a side to Daddy that I hadn't ever seen, and I could feel my arousal building rapidly. He slowly lowered me to the bed, and I reached to take off my shoes.

"Leave, the shoes on, Sarah."

I lay down and I gasped when his hand found my breast, fondling it gently through the transparent silk. When his fingers reached my hard nipple to stroke and gently pinch it, it couldn't help but moan into his mouth. He switched breasts and as he continued to manipulate my nipples, which were actually aching from their hardness, I found my breaths becoming quick and shallow and sparks were flying from my nipples to my cunny. He never let up and I could tell that the little panties that I was wearing were completely soaked. The feelings built until I could hold them no more and an orgasm washed over me.

As I relaxed, Daddy move his hand down to my cunny and slipped it underneath the panties. He teased my lips and then moved down so that his head was between my thighs. He pulled the crotch of my panties aside and seemed to spend ages just looking at me and I guiltily wondered if I was just too wet for him.

"Sarah, you are so beautiful down here, and I bet you taste wonderful."

Daddy started to lick me. At first it seemed he just wanted to lick up all the wetness down there but the feeling of his tongue on my nether lips was divine! Then his tongue found my clitoris and I found heaven. He licked me there, not on it directly, but around it, and as the feelings built up, I couldn't help but keep moving my hips to try and get him to lick my clit directly. However, he skilfully avoided my movements and the frustration and anticipation built to unbearable levels. Eventually, he surrounded my clitoris with his lips and sucked and I exploded into a climax that left me dead to the world. I eventually recovered enough to see that Daddy had shed his robe and was running his hands over my breasts. He kissed me and I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his lips, a fact which started my arousal anew.

"I need to feel your beautiful soft skin on mine, Sarah."

Daddy fumbled with the bow that held the neck together with trembling hands. I could feel his hardness against my hip, and I felt a growing anticipation of feeling him between my legs and inside me.

Silly Daddy had caught a free end of the bow inside the loop and in trying to untie the bow had just knotted it. I tried to help him, but in frustration, he just took each side of the neckline in each hand and ripped it down the middle from neck to hem, the last requiring a second pull to part it completely.

I heard myself cry out in passion as though the voice belonged to someone else. A distant part of me recognised that I took pleasure from being ravished. I'd spread my legs to allow Daddy to get between them, but my panties were still on. He tried to pull them off but I kept my legs apart and so he was forced to rip my panties from me, to my utter delight. When he plunged his hardness in to my very soft and warm, very wet cunny, I felt complete. Daddy fucked me hard and I clasped him to me with both my arms and my legs. He then spread me wide and hooked my legs behind his arms. I couldn't move and just had to let him pound into me. I'd noticed that one of my shoes was just hanging from my toes, but the thought was soon lost in my mounting passion. Again, I felt that different orgasm building, the one that didn't start at my clitoris but started deeper, building to fill my whole body. The sounds of groaning and cries of passion reached my ears and then I realised that it was I that was shouting out my passion.

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! Fuck me Daddy, Fuck me hard!"

When I eventually came, I screamed.

When I eventually became aware of my surroundings once again, I realised that Daddy was holding up my legs and smiling at me.

"We need to keep my sperm in you as long as we can, Sarah"

I snuggled into his arm. "Oh, Daddy, I don't know what to say, you were so good to me. You went to such great effort to make it good for me, Daddy! Thank you so much, Daddy."

Daddy kissed me tenderly, saying, "Are you up to making your way back to your room Sarah?"

"Yes, I think so, Daddy. I also think I'll sleep well tonight," smiled Sarah.

Sarah secured her errant shoe and made her way back to her room, unmindful of the fact that she was walking the corridors almost naked.

When she got back to her room, Mary was waiting for her. She took in the sight of her mistress. As expected, the panties were gone, but the fact that the nightly was only held together by the thin ribbon around her neck spoke volumes. Her hair was dishevelled, and her lipstick smeared all around her now swollen lips. Her nipples were red rather than their usual coral pink and the insides of her thighs were shiny with moisture. She wore an expression that could only be described as 'dreamy'.

"Would you like me to draw you a bath, Miss?"

"No, Mary I just need to sleep."

Sarah collapsed onto the bed and lay passive while Mary took some wipes to remove the worst of her smudged makeup and cut off the ribbon of her nighty. She removed her heels and rolled her into bed, covering her with the quilt. "I'll have to change the sheets in the morning, thought Mary. As she left the room, she looked back to see her Sarah settling deep into the pillows with a smile on her face.

The following day, Sarah relaxed in the garden by the pool, knowing she'd be in for another session with Daddy the following day. She was calm and relaxed; there was nothing like a satisfying orgasm to put one at one's ease, she thought. She still didn't think it was proper for a man nearly 40 years her senior to be fucking an 18 year-old girl, but at the same time she was looking forward to it. She was so conflicted! Her mind kept going round in circles but at the end of the day, she just had to accept the way things were. Her body, the one that God gave her, said it was good and all she could do was to listen to Him through her body.

The following evening, Sarah stared to prepare herself. She started to feel uncharacteristically bold and a little naughty and searched through her drawers until she'd found what she was looking for. She put on a half cup bra that not only lifted her breasts but pushed them in together such that she had a canyon of cleavage that Daddy could drown in. She then put her legs each side of the string of pearls 'panties' that consisted of nothing else but that and a frilly band of lace around her hips. As she pulled them up, she felt the pearls slip between her cunny lips. Oh, it felt delicious!

She put on her stiletto sandals and looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts seemed impossibly large and she could just see a hint of the pearls as they went between her legs, the lace band concealing most of her bare pussy.

"Goodness, I look like a complete slut like this! I hope Daddy likes it."

I put my kimono on over the top to make her way to Daddy's rooms. Even just the walk to Daddy's rooms had the string of pearls sliding deliciously between my cunny lips, adding arousal to my anticipation. Once there, I looked up and down the hall and seeing the coast was clear, untied the kimono and let it slip from my shoulders. I then knocked on the door, casting nervous glances each way while I waited to be invited to enter.

Daddy called me inside and I stepped in. I was nervous and I held my hands behind my back and bowed my head. I wasn't sure if I was trying to be demure, despite my slutty appearance, or whether I was playing the submissive slave girl.

Marcus looked up and took in the sight of Sarah before him. God, she was delectable!

I stood and went over to the girl. She was hanging her head and blushing, the redness going all the way down to her breasts, breasts which were being forced up and together by her bra to create a massive cleavage. I took hold of the front of her bra and pulled her towards me. I put my finger underneath her chin and lifted her head. I could feel her trembling through her lips as I kissed her. I pinched the clip of the bra and her breasts seemed to explode free. I pulled the straps down her arms and used it to tie her forearms together in front of her. I moved my hand down to the junction of her thighs and found a string of pearls between her cunt lips. They were already slick. I gripped the string and pulled it tighter into her cleft. She made a sound somewhere between and a cry and a squeak. I gave a sharp tug and the string snapped.

Daddy snapped the string of pearls that was lying between my lower lips, the bite of the pearls into my sensitive skin caused me to cry out in pain and pleasure. The first few pearls came free and bounced on the wooden floor of his study. I parted my legs and the rest came free and bounced across the floor every which way. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. He held my arms above my head as he kissed me hungrily. As he moved down to kiss my breasts and suckle on my nipples, I held onto the head of the bed. He soon moved down to first kiss and then lick my cunny and I could feel my wetness running down between the cheeks of my bottom. As he concentrated on my sensitive bud, I felt his finger circling my entrance. I yearned for it to be filled, but he just teased me, and I lifted my hips, searching for him. I then felt his finger lightly skate over my bottom hole, which was wet and slippery with my secretions. It felt so naughty as he slipped the tip of his finger inside. At the same time, he put more pressure on my clitoris and I could feel myself about to climax. As the dam burst, he pushed his finger right into my bottom and my climax erupted. But I wanted more.

I watched with lidded eyes as he climbed between my legs which I opened wide to receive him. "Oh, Daddy, please fuck your little girl!"

He just growled his passion and thrust hard into me. I was so wet, he slipped in so easily, yet he stretched me so wonderfully. I gripped the headboard still and just let him have his way with me. When he finally spurted into me, I'd climaxed twice more, and I then lay back, spent.

"Oh Daddy," Sarah murmured, "you fucked me so well, it was wonderful!"

After a short pause, she said, "Daddy, you don't have to wait for my fertile time... you can take me at other times...whenever you want, really," she said hopefully.

Marcus was both gratified and tempted but knew that if he indulged himself his businesses would suffer; besides, he wasn't as young as he once was and trying to keep her satisfied might kill him. He'd need to find a substitute for her when she wasn't fertile.

Daddy roused me and encouraged me to go back to my room. I opened the door only to find my kimono gone, and so I walked back along the hall, naked but for shoes and a useless band of lace around my hips, reeking of sex and completely dishevelled, and I didn't care; my head was held high.