I got worried when George suggested, one evening, in the Back Shop, that he thought it would be a nice idea for me to get a tattoo – nothing ostentatious, he said, across my lower back, quite discreet, so really no-one but he and possibly some of his friends would ever see it. “What would it be?” I asked, feeling rather nervous. Because I don't like getting injections and the thought of having needles stuck into my back quite scared me.
“I thought it could be a little plaque, above your crack, the lovely cleft between your buttocks, that delightful path I'm so fond of following down to the entrance to your vaults. He had a way of saying things which quite disarmed me – because they showed how much attention he paid to every part of me and how much he thought about me and my body. I was only glad to be able to do anything at all which would please him, because I knew that was my fisrt duty as his Slave.
“A picture?”
“I thought a little plaque, like you might hang above an entryway: something like, “Tradesman's Entrance,” or “Deliveries Only,” something referring to me, because I own that entrance, just as I own your other entrances,” he said and smiled, like the little boy who got the last chocolate biscuit. Or Georgie Porgie, who kissed the girls and made them cry. No, My Georgie was the boy who stuck in his thumb and pulled out a Plum – Me!
And I couldn't resist that smile, it always melted something inside her and though I knew, that only 13, I was not his equal – in any way – but least of all, in experience, for George, in his 40s, was already a successful business man. Ok, he was a Greengrocer, but he had already – in the short time that I had been his Lover, his Sex Slave – acquired two more shops and was identifying others which would create a chain of establishments. hanging like a necklace, around the Southern curve of the City. And he wasn't content to be a Greengrocer like his Dad and his Grand-dad. No. George was expanding more into the wider Grocery market, even Licensed Grocers – now that was a different league and he knew he could conquer it. Listening to his Great Plan as he called it, made me feel like his Confidante, is that it, the person he feels safe discussing his plans, his hopes and fears with?
Anyway, I thought he was brilliant and loved being in his company, which wasn't nearly far enough, cos of Sandra and their boys, and me having homework to do and Mum and Dad always on my case, but never on Stacy's – she could get away with murder, that one! She'd lie about with a book of poetry in her lap and her Walkman piped straight into her ears and anyone could see her foot was jiggling in time to whatever it was she was listening to and she wasn't even turning the pages of her book, but did she get her head bitten off? No fucking way! It was my ear getting nipped all the time by Mum all week and Dad all weekend, if he was home and if I wasn't at Shangri La with George, which was where we were most weekends now – he'd taken on Managers for his shops, to give him more time to oversee the Chain (and adjust my chains too) so we got a bloody lot more fucking than ever, and if George was Happy, Teri was Happy, and when I was happ, I sucked and swallowed more and more.
I don't know if he was taking anything, but his erections were bigger and harder and lasted a whole lot longer than before and the amount of cum her was pumping into me could have been sold in pint bottles, no problem. And I wasn't complaining, because I'd really developed a liking for it.
So far nothing had happened about the Group Parties the other Men had spoken about, and I wasn't sorry about that. I liked us to be a couple. Just the two of us. We. I thought to myslef, three of us – Me George and Big George. To be honest, I'd grown very attached to Big George. Of course, I'd never seen any other penises and so I had nothing to compare it against. One night, he'd asked me to measure it – it was about 6” long when it was erect, after I gave it a good sucking, but not enough to make it cum yet. And 5” round. I thought that was pretty big and George seemed pleased,
He was especially proud of the Head, which was shiny and pink, and he could exercise some control over it, making it seem to pulsate while I licked it very carefully. It didn't have much foreskin, at least according to Geore himself, who said some guys have great big hoods of wrinkled skin that flaps down over it – I was learning all the terms from George, he should have been a Biology Teacher, and when I said that he laughed and said he only even wanted one Student – Me! Which made my face glow so hot I could feel it. So I bowed my head over Big George and took him in my mouth agaib, and this time I really worked him, my head bobbing up and down as I sucked really hard and my tongue was licking all around him, and when George did cum, my mouth was overflowing with cream, which spilled over my lips and ran down my chin, even after I'd swallowed most of it.
“Let's not waste it,” said George, and le raised my face and licked it all off my chin and lips, and even down my neck, where it had run. And then he clamped his lips on my neck and sucked and sucked and I thought he was maybe going to bite me like a Vampire, but when he stopped and gave me a hand-mirror to look in, I saw he'd given me a great red Hickey – a Love Bite, Oh, I felt so happy – it was as if he had branded me as his. I hadn't yet thought of the implication of walking around with this evidence of a Man on my neck! This was the first time ever in my life. I felt it made me seem more grown up. A real Woman. I know that must sound stupid and naive, but it was how I felt. It only increased my love for this man who had not only made me his own, but had given me a rea;isation of the worth of my own body – that I could attract and keep a mature, experienced, successful Man like George. Me, a silly little girl. I though how much I'd be envied if it were made public – not that I was going to do anything to jeopardise my relationship. It had to be kept secret for the sake of Sandra and his boys. And until I was 16 I would ensure that nothing happened to change that. Once I was 16 I could shout it from the rooftops, for George had promised me tat he would divorce Sandra and marry me. You might think me very simple, but I would have scratched the eyes out of anyone who had denied to me what I knew to be the God's Honest Truth: George Loves Me as Much as I Love Him.!
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