Lion and the Lamb - His Pov

He's been here for 5 days and he's already bored out of his damn mind. All because his bitch of an ex had decided she was too good for a 40 something lawyer at his peak in the legal world. Rather, she wanted some two-bit masseuse who fucked her brains out whilst he worked overtime to afford the glitz and glam lifestyle she had become accustomed to. Not to mention she wanted to take him for everything, despite giving him nothing but misery and complaints over the last 15 years.

So here he is, in a town far removed from the city, with a few boxes he had paid someone else to collect. As much as he wished he could stay in the city to fight the bitch for everything she wanted to take from him, the firm had agreed, if not practically forced him to take time off to remove the conflict of interest from the case.

The house is on the outskirts of town, bordered by a nice enough street and forest. The first day he got the lay of the land... which took all of 10 minutes. On one side there's a church. The centre of town is a street with all of 2 shops, and then the other side of town is his street. It's a town where everybody knows everyone else, so he's somewhat of the odd one out and had a steady stream of visitors over the past few days.

Jarred from his thoughts by another knock on the door, he prepared for yet an inane offering from some old lady welcoming him to the neighbourhood and hoped for a pie rather than yet another pot meal. Instead when he opened the door he was greeted by a rather intriguing sight.

A girl, long legs with painted on jeans and curves barely contained in a sweater with just a hint of skin flashing on her midsection. A pair of tits, beyond generous on her slim figure, framed by lush brown hair holding a container of food.

He barely listened to what she was saying, caught off guard when she mentioned her mother. "Does she now?" he asks smiling, wondering if her mother would be so welcoming if she knew all the decadent ways he wanted to use her daughters' tits. Fucking them would be too simple, though perhaps they'd feel better than his ex's fake balloons.

Bypassing the hallway, instead going the long way around to the kitchen, carrying the food, what looks to be muffins. Score. Screw the food, he was thinking of entirely new ways he'd like to score with this babe.

She stands awkwardly in the kitchen, everything about her screaming lost little school girl. She goes to church? Perhaps she's a virgin, or better yet a naughty little religious slut who will spread her legs for anyone. Finding out she's 18 perks him up considerably, he could almost say she's a woman, except her doe eyed innocence as she looks up at him makes her seem way more innocent then he'd first thought.

Disappointed he won't be getting any, he finishes the polite talk. Once she leaves he will yank one out, picture cumming on her tits, her legs spread wide as she begs for it. Leading her down the hallway, he mentions walking next to the wall when no sooner had the words left his mouth, he hears a cry and turns to see her covered in tar and varnish.

"Oh god honey, stay still. Don't touch the acid." Thoughts spinning, he almost says he's joking, it's on the tip of his tongue but her wide little doe eyes peer up at him in fear.

"Acid?"

"let me help you up, but stay still alright? This stuffs strong enough to eat through anything. We need to get your clothes off straight away before you get injured."

He almost laughs at his lie, except she hasn't said a word. As a lawyer he can feel when he's losing a case, that gut deep dread, but this doesn't feel like a loss. He picks her up off the ground, trying not to cop a feel. Moving away he pretends to look for scissors, knowing exactly where they are as he thinks. Wonders how far this charade can go.

Walking back with the scissors he expects her to demand to leave, to call her parents, anything, something to stop the bid bad stranger from getting her naked.

"Are you alright honey? Is it okay for me to cut your clothes off you? We need to get you straight into the shower." He pulls out his poker face, struggling not to laugh.

"Yes, please" her voice teary, eyes big and sad as they look to him like he's the answer to her problems.

Starting slow, he slices through the sweater, top to bottom, scissors dulling quickly. Once the sweater and bra are off he tries not to look, doesn't want to let on yet. Quickly he goes to the kitchen for the sharpest knife to slice through her jeans. Yeah, he could probably ask her to remove them herself, but then she might not believe that the 'acid' she slipped in was just a mixture of varnish and tar to prime the wooden floorboards.

Making quick work of her jeans he gifts himself small glimpses of her body when she's not looking. "Honey can I carry you to the bathroom? Don't want you walking acid through the house."

As soon as she nods, he moves fast, not wanting to offer any hesitation, barely able to believe his luck. He almost puts her down beside the shower but thinks ahead to dumping them both in the shower spray, giving him a reason to get his clothes off. He didn't get to be a lawyer without thinking ahead.

She showers slowly, hands stroking her tits as she palms then jiggles them under the water. He almost came until she bent over, ass in the air as she rubbed her feet and legs. It almost felt like a tease, he still wasn't sure it wasn't as her hands scrub her body.

Averting his eyes as he sees her reach for the tap, dick as hard as a rock he counts tiles hoping she doesn't notice. From the corner of his eyes he sees her looking around, water dripping from her tits, down her long legs. About to say he hadn't unpacked any towels yet, he decides to distract her instead, wonders how innocent she is.

"I'm so sorry Cassie. Should I call your mum? We should probably check you over, I can still see some stuff on your skin. Otherwise I can take you to the hospital and hope by the time we get there any damage is reversible." He adds regret to his voice, hopes he fakes it well enough whilst wondering how tight her snatch is.

He looks to her as she looks up at him, eyes wide begging him to help. "It's my fault, I wasn't paying attention. No hospital, please can you help me?"

Thinking ahead he wonders what it would take to get in her. "Go sit on the vanity and let's see how bad it is before we worry about doctors." Watching as she sits, tits large and perky, nipples puckered begging him to touch. He asks if he can touch her whilst wetting a cloth, making it at least look like he would be clinical about it. He works her neck, her hands, her face watching from the corner of his eye as her tits jiggle enticingly.

"Cassie, I need you to keep your eyes open now to help search your body. I don't want to miss anything." Really, he just wants her to see him touching her, feels a thrill as her innocent eyes watch his hands manipulate her breasts and soon her cunt. He really wants to get in there.

"Honey I need you to spread your legs wide, prop them on the vanity if you can, so I can make sure your clean down here. Don't want any of that nasty acid here, do we?"

Her legs spread wide and his cock twitches as he sees her folds bared to him. leaning closer he blows softly and when she spreads her legs wider, asks if he can wet her. When she agrees he lets his mouth instead of the towel cover her cunt, tongue licking around her clit, dipping down to thrust into her hole. Moving back to watch as he dips his finger in, he feels her wet and ready.

"I'm sorry Cassie. It's worse than I thought. The acid has made its way inside of you. I can't tell how far it's gone but we need to act immediately." Surely this will alert the little lamb to his deception, he prays it doesn't, not that he expected such a concession from god.

She asks what he can do, and he looks away, bites his lip to stop himself from saying he could fuck her till she forgot her name, let alone his lies. Instead he looks back to her and says "I have an idea that I think could work. But I don't think you can do it."

He walks away knowing this is the make or break moment, the moment in court where the opposing team can either call him on this bluff or buy the offer before he walks away. "No, I can. I know I can."

Pausing for a moment he grins in victory before pulling out the poker face again. "We need to get as much cum inside you as possible." By the time he's done with her she'll be stuffed. Literally.

When she asks about cum he explains, imbuing his voice with a sense of urgency. After seeing her spread her legs with an innocence that bellied her age, she's no doubt a virgin and sorely lacking in any sexual health knowledge which, well will be up to him to teach her. Such an arduous task whilst pumping her cunt, but ah well, someone's gotta do it.

He urges her into him arms, feeling her long lean legs grip him tightly, her generous tits smashed against his chest. He kisses her cheek ready to get some relief for his aching cock. He places her on his bed, her tits wiggling before letting his lips finally suck her nipples. She feels perfect, nothing fake just all-natural woman. Sitting back when she's still tense, he tries talking, knowing he needs to ease this lamb, so she will want a repeat. "Cassie" at her name she looks at him. "Do you know what these are?" he asks lightly pinching her nipples.

"My breasts?" her eyes a wide, her voice hesitant.

He agrees, focused on teasing her nipple "your tits" He lets his hand wander down to her cunt circling her clit lightly. "and this?"

"um..." his finger dips in and out teasing her tight entrance.

"Women call it their pussy or their cunt. Are you a woman Cassie?" he asks goading her. His hand teases her nipple whilst his lips and tongue go to town on her pussy. She tastes of innocence, clean and womanly. He rewards her with harder strokes as her legs spread wider for him, her body arching to press him closer.

"How do we get your cum inside me?"

Not surprised she hasn't forgotten his lies yet, he moves away from her eager to use her mouth like he'd been doing for her. "Come here.'' He watches as she moves shyly hands covering her tits to kneel before him on the bed. He undresses whilst thinking of all the ways he plans to fuck her. Hopefully she'll be a good lay and not lie there like a limp bitch. Palming his hard cock, he says "This is my dick. Or cock. My cock goes inside you to cum."

He watches as her mouth opens in an 'o' wishing she knew enough so he could thrust between her plump lips. When she asks why her mother hadn't told her any of this before, he grins imagining that conversation. He wasn't concentrating when he replied or her questions, instead focussed on her pink tongue peeking between her lips, reaching down to palm her tits to distract her.

"Are you ready?" she nods, and he continues emphasising how a woman knows to take a cock and worship a mans cum. He can't wait to fill her with cum, see her tits covered whilst she begged for it. He gripped her hair tugging her forward gently, can't spook her yet. "Suck my cock Cassie."

She gently kissed the tip, lips barely brushing. Pushing down his impatience he moved forward nudging her lips pointedly. Her wide brown eyes stared up at him as he slipped between her lips. It was cute, watching her mouth suck him, like a lollipop, but he had more tempting grounds to cover. He stroked her cheek, pulling out of her mouth and telling her to lie back on the bed before moving to an unpacked box in the corner. It had been useless to him, an accident that any of this shit had ended up in his possession or perhaps fate knew he would need it. He popped a little blue pill, not that he needed it but he wanted to fuck that girl as much as possible so, whatever helped. He palmed the small silver vibrator eager to have her screaming for him.

Moving back to the bed he admired the feast laid out before him. Youthful innocence gazed at him surrounded by a halo of dark brown hair. Her full tits swayed gently covered by several love bites, nipples puckered begging for his touch. Slim waist flared out to full hips and legs pressed together to hide her secrets. Turning the vibrator on he slid it down to her clit, mouthing at her neck and shoulders whilst she arched beneath him. Feeling her tense, he moved his free hand down, feeling her wetness flow from her cunt. He knew it was coming, could practically feel her orgasm so thrust his finger in, as her body spasmed around him. As quick as her first subsided she was fluttering again, feeling cruel her grinned as his cock begged for entrance, he heeded his desire and pulled back before she could cum again, his finger still inside her.

"What's happening." she moaned, legs falling wider as she arched towards him, so close to begging.

"Do you want to cum again Cassie?"

"I was cumming? Why'd you stop then." At her feminine plea for more he slipped another finger in, stretching her, strumming her clit with his thumb.

"You want my cock to cum inside you, don't you? Well I need to make sure your body is ready."

"I'm ready, please my body needs this" she moaned, and he wanted more. Wanted her moaning. For her to let him fuck her face, her pussy hell even her ass. And he wanted her to beg for every second of it.

With his fingers still inside her he looked away, feigning confliction. He played well in the courtroom, but he knew better how to play a woman. "Honestly Cassie, I'm just not sure if I can do this. My body can't give a woman its cum unless it knows how much she wants it."

He watched as she looked to him guiltily, sitting up to soothingly rub his shoulder as she asked how she could convince his body to cum. Like he wasn't ready to bust a nut just sitting here. "When we're fucking I need you to tell me how much you need my cock in your cunt. Beg my body to fill you with my cum so it knows."

"what's fucking?" head tilted, tits shaking with his fingers in her pussy, such an innocent question from someone so defiled. Not looking for a lengthy explanation he just said it's for when he's inside her. "Fuck me please" She begged.

He did just that, thrusting his fingers faster, harder preparing her to be taken. She squealed and let him know she was Cumming, not that he couldn't feel her little cunt fluttering around his fingers. He bit her nipple, rougher than she was ready for but as her hands clenched his shoulders he moved his cock to her entrance, he couldn't wait any longer. Thrusting forward till just the tip was inside, unable to work anymore in, he grabbed the vibrator and quickly switched in on against her clit. Seconds later he felt her squeezing the tip of his cock, the warm wet massage excruciating. As she came he thrust roughly inside, her scream loud and pained. He held still for a moment letting her adjust before moving slowly in and out. He stroked his body inside slowly, feeling the tug as he pulled out. Feeling her flutter again he moved faster, throwing the vibrator away.

"Remember Cassie, tell me how much you want it."

"Please fuck me with your cock. I need your cum in my pussy." He thrust harder, her legs wrapping around his waist letting him thrust deeper inside. "Deeper please. Fuck your cock deeper inside me." He palmed her tit, squeezing as he roughly teased her clit. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Please I need your cum." Groaning he moved faster, letting his body roughly slap against her, the thought of his cum spilling from her pussy pushed him closer. She bit him as her cunt clenched on his cock, milking him. He thrust as deep as he could and held himself still, primal satisfaction filling him as he pulled out, seeing his cum spill from her, dribbling between lips drenched and used. He fell beside her on the bed, wondering when the little blue pill would work and how long till he could get inside her again.