He met her on the Internet, sent her one of his published stories in fact. It was called "Straight Edge," a knife play story. Her response was straightforward, "i've never been more aroused in my entire life till i read that." She wasn't much for grammar or capitalization, but he already knew that from her web site postings. That was how it al started.
They continued to trade e-mails for a while, and then Denis told her he had to come East for a few weeks, a consulting project in DC.
"I worked for this company before I retired, and they want me to back for several weeks, labor contract negotiation planning, and the pay is very good," he told her. He went that it was a long flight from Phoenix, Arizona, and that he intended to stay in the DC area over the weekends.
In another email he told her, "I plan to do some day sailing out of Solomons Island." "Why don't you drive up from St. Mary's and meet me for dinner on Friday night. I'll choose a restaurant on the water, and we'll have a chance to meet in a neutral setting, talk about our mutual interest, check out the chemistry." And to tease her a little bit, he sent a photo of the straight edge razor he mentioned in the story that started it all.
Merry knew the interest he was referring to: her interest in cutting herself or being cut, his interest in sex with a woman when she was having her period.
The restaurant was right on Chesapeake Bay, high up, the deck on three sides, the view spectacular. She found him easily enough – he looked exactly like the photo he posted at Literotica.
They were a spectacular couple as they sat on the deck of Stoney's Crab House. It wasn't only the difference in their age, but also their appearance. He was in his 50s, about 5'9", 150 pounds. She was about 20, only 5'4", but she weighed almost as much as he did. Both were dress in black. He was fit and trim, she was all tits and ass.
Denis was wearing a black Italian T-shirt and black silk trousers, black loafer, no socks. Both his beard and hair were trimmed short, and his pale blue eyes sparkled.
Merry was wearing a sheer black silk blouse, with a lavender demi-bra underneath. Her black skirt was short and tight, showing off her sexy ass. She was also wearing black fishnet stocking, and low high heel black boots with very pointy toes. The fishnets were held up by a black garter belt, and her skirt ended about two inches north of her stockings tops. Her black shoulder length hair was streaked with red highlights, and her eyes were also blue, but more silver that Denis's. He finger nails were long, and painted with a shiny black lacquer.
Given the difference in their ages, it wasn't clear if they were Dad / daughter combo, or just some guy who had the hots for young Goth chicks. But all in all, they were a spectacular couple.
"I'm drinking white wine," Denis told her. "But if you'd like a beer ..."
"Wine will be fine," Merry responded.
They ordered dinner, crab cakes and grilled scallops for him, crab cakes and shrimp for her. They ate slowly, made small talk, neither wanting to mention the subject that brought them together.
Finally, the table was cleared as they were finishing the last of the wine.
"Give me your hand," he said.
"Why?"
"Trust me. You'll like what happens next."
Reluctantly, Merry held out her hand, palm up.
Quickly, Denis took something out of his pocket. It was the size of a ball point pen, made of blue plastic.
"It's called a lancet," Denis told her as he grasped her middle finger, squeezing the tip. He put the tip of the lancet against her finger, and pressed on the white control button. She heard a clicking sound, followed by a sharp pin prick.
"Ouch!"
Denis squeezed her finger tip and the drop of blood quickly appeared. Instinctively, Merry put her finger to her lips and sucked the warm, sweet blood. She could feel the familiar tingle starting between her legs.
"What was that thing?" Merry asked, still sucking the blood from her finger tip.
"A lancet. It's used by diabetics to draw a drop of blood for testing, but I've found a more creative use. The nice thing about it is that I can adjust the depth of the needle."
"Really?"
"Do you want another hit, a little bit deeper?"
"Please ..."
Denis had started with the smallest setting, just a slight pin prick, really. For the second draw, he turned it up one notch.
"Your hand, please."
Merry held out her hand again, and this time he chooses the first finger. He pressed the lancet a little bit tighter against her finger tip, pressed the white trigger button, and she heard the click.
"Ouch," again. The needle hand gone in deeper, hurt a little bit more, but the blood drop was larger. Again, she immediately put her finger tip against her lips, tasting the blood, tonguing her finger tip.
"You look very pretty when you're doing that, very sexy," was Denis comment.
"Doing what," she teased.
"Putting things in your mouth ..."
There was a long pause, and then Denis went on, "I think you like the lancet. But Stoney's isn't the place to draw more blood. We can go back to my motel, if you're interest."
"If I go with you, where would you draw the blood from," Merry asked.
"First your arms, then your breasts, and finally your labia. The first two are for you – the third is for me. Do you think you can handle it, having your pussy pierced so I can suck your blood?"
At that instant, Merry was wet with desire, desire for the taste of her own blood, and for the pain and pleasure of giving her blood to another.
When Merry decided to meet this older man, she hadn't decided how the evening would end up, or if she would fuck him. She was a teen, she had sucked and fucked guys in their 20s, even their late 20s, but never a man as old as her Dad.
There was something deliciously kinky about this man, something about him wanting to pierce her labia and suck her blood. Using the lancet to draw blood from her arms and breasts was fine with her, she had cut herself to taste her blood, and the lancet was no worse than cutting. But piercing her pussy was different. Merry could feel a sense of apprehension.
"When you do it, you know, use that thing on my pussy, will it actual pierce my ... my ...." She couldn't find the right word.
"The medical term is 'labia,' but I think you're thinking of them as your 'cunt lips'."
Merry wasn't normally shy when it came to her body, but talking about her cunt with a man her father's age was a little bit embarrassing.
Merry looked down at the table, and started to twirl a lock of hair.
"Say it," Denis told her.
"Say what," Merry asked.
"Say the word 'cunt.' Tell me you have a very pretty 'cunt' and then I'll tell you what I intend to do to you."
Merry had to know the answer. But this was so new, talking about her kinks.
"Cunt. I have a very pretty cunt." She had often seen her pussy in the mirror while trimming her pubes, but she never thought of her cunt as 'pretty.'
"The lancet has seven depth settings," Denis told her, "and there is spring mechanism that retracts the needle as soon as it enters the flesh. The needle is quite small, not more than a quarter of an inch, so there is no way I could actually pierce your labia."
That was a relief. Merry wasn't ready to be fitted for a cunt ring, not just yet.
"Then you're comfortable with what I have in mind?"
"Kind a ..."
"Before we head back to the motel, I have just one question for you."
"Yes ..." The hesitancy was creeping back into her voice.
