The beautiful young Britney was due to take one of her conquests out clubbing on the Friday night as instructed by her mentor. If you do not understand the previous sentence, I recommend you read chapter one of her story. As a brief memory jogger for those that did read it, I dabble in writing erotic fiction and Britney had seen my stories, she was very frustrated sexually and I had been assisting her in broadening her limited experience.
On Friday I kept an eye on my friends pub, they were on a world cruise, and managed to be locked up by half eleven and drove home. As Britney lived with her parents, I had offered her the use of my spare room for her sexual experience and expected her back after the clubs finished around two o'clock. When I pulled up my house lights were on, the randy girl, she must have preferred sex to clubbing.
Although I could not hear clearly what was happening in the bedroom, it was apparent that the occupants were very active on at least three occasions. A taxi pulled up at around two o'clock and the guy, obviously not offered breakfast, left. I had to wait until the morning to get any details of what happened.
I was sitting in my kitchen having a morning coffee and cigarette when this beautiful creature walked in, wearing just a rather short dressing gown. It was not in anyway transparent but she had belted it tight around her waist and it did not hide the shape of her lovely body. I wished her good morning and offered a coffee, which she accepted and perched on a stool across the table from me.
"I hope we did not disturb you too much last night, we did seem to get a little noisy a few times."
I told her not to be stupid; she was welcome to make all the noise she wanted, that was why I gave her the use of my spare room. "My mentor should be rather pleased with me, we had a few drinks in a couple of pubs but I convinced him that it would be more fun to come back here than to spend time in a noisy club. He was not hard to convince and he used my newly liberated pussy three, very pleasing, times."
"Although you are very welcome to use the room anytime you want to I think my duties as mentor seem to be over, you are doing very well on your own."
"No Ron, you cannot stop, I am having so much fun doing exactly what you tell me to do. If you stopped I would have no mental excuse and would just slip back into being the frumpy Britney you first met."
I took hold of her hand on the table and said "The original Britney I met was a very nice person, are you sure that she wants to be a total slut?"
"I hope that does not mean you do not think I am nice anymore, I am just enjoying my body while I have the chance. I expect I will settle down one day but in the meantime you can continue encouraging me to have some fun."
"You are still a very nice person, with a much happier smile on that lovely face in the last few days. As your mentor I had better point out that you are running a little bit behind target, a dozen condoms divided by three guys is four each."
"Hey that's not fair, it's the guys fault, I could have managed plenty more, but he gave up on me. Talking of which I had better have a bath and get ready for my lunch time date."
Sometime later, she came back down dressed in a low cut white t-shirt and a very short white mini with a grey and black pattern. A nice pair of white stiletto boots completed a sexy look, which was not over the top for her age. I complemented her on a perfect appearance and offered to drive her into town. It actually needed two trips as on the first we collected her car, which she had left in town the night before.
I think slut was the correct description for her; she was due to meet him for lunch at twelve. They must have had some fast food because they pulled up outside in the guys car well before one o'clock. They, of course, went straight upstairs and I heard nothing more until the guy drove off around half two.
The lovely body came down the stairs; I was watching from the hall, she did have fantastic legs. "I think if my mentor gives me high targets to meet, he should supply Viagra as well as condoms, I only managed two from him. I am not complaining about the quality just the quantity."
She gave me a kiss on the forehead and said she was going to have a shower and would then show me the dress she was going to wear clubbing. Sometime later, I heard the click of heels coming down stairs, I sound I always found erotic.
While appreciating that I am getting old and she was only twenty-two, but the dress she was wearing was downright rude. A simple black number, which covered virtually nothing, the front, was open to below her navel and showed half of each tit, just managing to hide her nipples. She turned around and the only part of the dress visible was the very short skirt and the loop of material around the back of her neck.
Black four-inch court stilettos, a small black handbag, and a nice pair of gold loop earrings completed the look. "I am completely lost for words; if you are going out looking like that I suggest either a gross of condoms or a very big stick to beat them off."
She took hold of my hand and placed it on her virtually naked left boob and said "Your jeans look very uncomfortable, hasn't my mentor got any instructions for me? We would probably not need a condom but could count it towards my target."
"Thank you for the thought, but that is not part of the deal I am very happy just helping you out, I am far too old for you." I was managing to make the correct sounds but my cock was just about bursting and I admit that my hand was getting quite personal with the underside of her boob.
She snuggled her almost naked body into mine and said "I realise you cannot tell me to do this so I am asking you to take me to bed and fuck me. Why not, you have been so good to me and you are a much nicer person then all those guys that you have encouraged me to fuck."
