In Chapter 1, James, a wealthy widower in his seventies, decides to use his money to hire a sexy, young housekeeper. She will live rent-free in the third floor of his mansion and receive a very generous salary. In return, she will meet his needs in all areas. Celeste, is newly arrived from Finland, with no money, no place to live, and no contacts. She is thirty-four, a gorgeous blonde, knows it, and has no qualms about using sex to get a start in her new country. A girlfriend has sold her on the benefits of having an older man as a "Sugar Daddy".
After a titillating interview, James hires her on a one week trial basis. He makes clear that she is to submit to his every demand, or be physically punished. The idea turns her on, and she teases him as he explores her body. Chapter 1 ends with him about to claim his rights as a Sugar Daddy.
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James is out of his mind with lust. His nearly naked housekeeper has her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles locked over his ass. Her arms are around his neck, and she seems to weigh nothing as he carries her toward the bedroom.
"Your new flower of a housekeeper is ready to be plucked," she whispers. Her tongue plays with his ear, sending chills down his body. At his age he never thought he could be this hard. Briefly he thinks of the little pill he swallowed an hour ago, and wonders whether he needed it.
Celeste clenches her thighs, grinding her pussy against his stomach. She seems just as excited as he. It occurs to him that she may be faking it, but he doesn't care. His whole being is focused on freeing his cock from his pants and getting it in her.
Breathing hard, Celeste is surprised at her own reaction. She is definitely not faking. This distinguished gentleman in his three piece suit, with gobs of money and an authoritarian attitude, has awakened her inherent sexual desire to submit, to please. She knows she can make it really special for him, give him sensations he no longer thought possible.
The first floor bedroom is huge, with floor to ceiling windows facing a landscaped garden. Late afternoon sunshine bathes the king-sized bed. The turquois satin spread makes the surface gleam like a tropical lagoon. James shuffles up to the edge.
"Lie back," he says, his voice thick with desire.
She sighs and complies, offering her body. The bed is high, and her bare legs dangle over the side. Her blouse falls open, exposing the cones of her bare breasts, with their long, stiff nipples. Earlier, when he undressed her, he removed her bra, but left on the bikini panties, waiting for this moment.
Hands at her side and her legs open, her position is one of total submission. She smiles up at him. "Are you going to fuck me in your suit?"
James is too far gone to play. He shucks off his coat and drop to his knees. With both hands he yanks her panties down and off. The sight and smell of her further inflames him. She is blonde, through and through, and has trimmed herself to a fine fuzz. Droplets of moisture glisten like early morning dew.
Down comes his mouth. Her body stiffens as she arches her hips upward. Sliding his hands under her ass, he squeezes and pulls her into him. His nose nuzzles her clit at the same time his tongue licks and probes. She thrashes and moans, her mind wiped clean of all thought.
"OHHH... GODDDD..."
Her reaction takes away his last vestige of control. He is on his feet, unzipping his pants, extracting his rigid cock. With a groan he leans forward and guides himself into her, burying himself completely in one furious stroke.
"AYYYYEEE..."
Celeste cries out and wraps her legs around his waist. Her body responds to his eagerness by meeting him with a rhythmic humping. She takes control, drawing him in and out, massaging him with practiced inner muscles.
"GOOD GOD!" he cries. Never has he felt anything like this. Her tits rise in front of him, perfect handles to grab while she bounces on his cock. He twists and squeezes, bringing long moans and more fluids. Taking her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, he alternates pinches.
Celeste's breasts are super sensitive, and rough treatment always drives her crazy. She reacts by gripping him harder. Her eyes are wide, staring into his, communicating how close she is. He is enthralled, cannot hold back any longer.
"Cum with me, Celeste," he wails.
"YES, YES..." she urges, and cups his balls in her hand, palpitating the swollen orbs to trigger the eruption. His legs stiffen as the explosion racks his body. Her orgasm rides on his, absorbing his spasms and drawing them out with the undulating motion of her hips.
Waves of pleasure surge through them. Finally, he collapses on top of her, raining kisses on her eyes, her cheeks, her neck. Celeste raises her head, seeking out his mouth and assaulting him with her tongue. He is quickly spent, but her convulsions continue. The rough fabric of his vest rubbing on her breasts keeps her going.
James is astonished at her passion. He had expected submission, but having her react this way is an incredible bonus. For another minute she squirms under him, mini orgasms gradually fading. He props himself up on his arms and stares down at her.
"You are really something," he says. "To think I've lived this long without an experience like that! Are all Finnish girls so hot and good at pleasing their men?"
She laughs. "I wouldn't know. But in Finland we have long, dark winters, with lots of time to practice. Sex is one of nature's great gifts. I enjoyed it as much as you."
"If I were a young man I would keep you in this bed for the next twenty four hours. But now it would probably kill me."
"Oh my. We can't have that. I don't want to lose my new Sugar Daddy so soon. You'll know when your battery is charged again, and I'll be available when you want me. That's our deal."
"Damn right it is," James says, determined to re-establish the boss-servant relationship. He is aware that this vixen could easily consume him. A good spanking will put her in her place.
"I'm going to stand up now, and you are to restore my appearance to what it was when you arrived. Then I will show you to your quarters."
Celeste grins. "Yes, Sir. As you wish, Sir."
James eases his body off and stands by the bed. His pants and shorts are bunched at his ankles, and his cock hangs loosely, wet with her secretions. She sits up, perched on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor. He shuffles forward, bringing his naked lower body to within inches of her face.
"Clean me," he orders. "Use your tongue."
"Yes, Sir." She rests his limp cock in her palm and brings it to her mouth. With long stokes she licks slowly from the base to the tip. Again and again she baths him, each time using her lips like a folded sponge to cleanse her tongue. Finally she grasps him with thumb and finger just below the crown, lifting so that she can lick the underside. He sighs and runs his fingers through her hair.
The taste is slightly bitter, but not unpleasant, and Celeste is aware that she is actually tasting herself. She wonders how long before he will begin to stiffen. Maybe she should lick his balls, encourage him to return the favor. She could use another orgasm.
"That's enough," James says suddenly. "Dress me now."
She pulls up his shorts, arranging them over his cock, petting him to smooth out the wrinkles. Then she slides up his trousers, tucks in his shirt, and buckles his belt. Except for his coat, he is fully dressed. Celeste has on only her unbuttoned blouse. He smiles and takes her hand.
"Well done, my dear. Come now. We'll go up to the third floor."
She stands and pulls her blouse down as far as it will go, but it covers only half of the enticing bubble of her ass. When she moves to retrieve her discarded clothes, he jerks her back. "Leave them," he barks. "We will order you new clothes tonight. You will remain dressed as you are until they are delivered, probably in a day or two."
"But..."
He turns her and delivers two quick upward slaps to her bare ass. WHAPP... WHAPP
"Ohhh..."
"You will learn not to object to any of my commands. Now move!"
With his hand on her back he propels her through the bedroom door into the hall. A long corridor leads to a stairway at the back of the house. His hand drops to her butt, urging her to keep moving. When they reach the stairs, he follows her up, providing extra lift with a hand low on her ass. He marvels at the compact, tight shape, and thinks how he is going to enjoy feeling her up as he spanks her.
Already in a state of arousal, Celeste is inflamed by her stinging ass and James's exploring fingers. She wants him to fuck her again, slower this time. If he's not up to it, she will be bitchy, egg him on to punish her, get off that way.
They reach the top. The stairs empty into a large sitting room, well-appointed with modern, comfortable furniture. She sees no hint of the Victorian style in this part of the mansion. An arched opening at the far end of the room frames an elegant dining area. On one side a doorway leads to a wide hall, suggesting a connection to multiple bedrooms.
James pats her ass one last time and steps back. "I created this suite for important guests," he says proudly. "You will find it quite comfortable. Beyond the stairs on the ground floor is a private entrance. The place is yours as long as you are my housekeeper."
"Not your typical housekeeper apartment," she says smiling.
He puts a hand through the opening in her shirt and fondles a tit. "You're hardly the typical housekeeper."
Celeste takes a breath and twists her nipple into his palm. She thinks she has found the perfect Sugar Daddy—a wealthy, generous, and strong man who will use her sexually the way she likes, but leave her free to live her own life. She pulls her shoulders back, offering herself. "Are you going to fuck me again, Sir? So soon?"
With his other hand he grabs her hair and pulls her head back. "No, you saucy wench. First I'm going to knock some of that sassiness out of you."
He drags her across the room toward a straight-backed, armless chair. Many times he has pictured himself sitting in that chair with a lithesome girl bottom-up across his lap. Now he will live that fantasy. From her reactions so far, he is confident that his new housekeeper will willingly submit.
"OHHHhhh...", Celeste squeals. "What are you doing? Oh... my hair..."
"DOWN!" he commands, pulling her over his knees. With his hand clenched in her thick curls, he forces her head down. She acquiesces, lying meekly across his thighs, her arms on the floor on one side, and her toes gripping the carpet on the other. The dome of her tight ass rises in the center of his lap, miraculously still partially covered by the tail of her blouse.
James breaths in the feast before him. He knows that with a flick of his hand he can bare her, but he wants to take his time, feel and tease before beginning the spanking. Then when she pleads him to stop, he will make her open her legs, and his explorations will continue. He feels himself getting hard.
Celeste tenses. She has been in this position before, and it never fails to excite her. The expectance before the first spank, the helplessness and vulnerability, the giving up of control, the awareness of the coming merger of pain and pleasure - all combine in a sexually charged cluster that resonates powerfully in her psyche.
He begins on the back of one upper thigh, lightly tracing his fingers upward. The crease at the juncture of her buttocks draws in his fingertips, and he lingers, following the shallow valley. Celeste squirms and relaxes, elevating her ass even more.
