Hi Mister Can You Love Ena Lots And Lots Again? Thank You! (half 2)

Title: “A Lecherous Lesson”

Ena timidly approached the previous man, her coronary heart pounding in her chest. She might hardly imagine she was about to satisfy her grandmother’s lewd request, however the considered the aged man’s roaming fingers on her nubile physique despatched shivers down her backbone. The younger lady stood earlier than him, her lithe determine barely hid by a tiny, yellow bikini that left little to the creativeness. The skimpy triangular high struggled to include her budding breasts, their rosy nipples clearly seen by means of the skinny, stretchy materials. The bottoms have been much more daring, leaving her comfortable, supple ass cheeks virtually fully uncovered.

“H-hi Mister, it’s me again. Ena,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. “Can you…can you love me again, like you did last time? Please?”

The previous man’s eyes gleamed with lust as he took within the sight of the hardly authorized magnificence earlier than him. Ena’s petite body was like a murals, her easy, flawless pores and skin begging to be caressed. Her pert breasts jiggled enticingly with every labored breath, and he might see the faint define of her delicate flower by means of the skinny material of her bottoms.

“Well well, if it isn’t little Ena. Of course I can love you again, my dear,” he stated, his voice dripping with age and want. “Why don’t you come inside and make yourself comfortable?”

Ena hesitated for a second, her nerves getting the higher of her. But then she remembered her grandmother’s phrases, remembered how good it had felt the final time the previous man had touched her. She took a deep breath and stepped into the home, letting him shut the door behind her.

The home was darkish and musty, the air thick with the scent of age and decay. But Ena barely seen, so targeted was she on the previous man’s gaze as he led her by means of the corridor and into the lounge. She perched nervously on the sting of a worn, ratty sofa, her fingers twisting in her lap as she waited for him to make his transfer.

He did not preserve her ready lengthy. In one easy movement, he was beside her, his bony hand touchdown on her easy, naked thigh. Ena gasped on the contact, her physique instantly responding to his contact. She might really feel warmth blossoming between her legs, her virgin slit throbbing and aching to be crammed.

“Such soft skin,” the previous man murmured, his wrinkled fingers sliding slowly up her thigh. “And so young and supple. It’s a pity it’s wasted on a girl like you.”

Ena bit her lip, making an attempt to suppress a moan as his hand reached the hem of her tiny bottoms. She might really feel his breath on her cheek, scent the sourness of his pores and skin. It ought to have revolted her, however as an alternative it solely made her extra aroused. She needed him to the touch her, to assert her, to make her his.

As if studying her thoughts, the previous man’s hand slipped beneath her bottoms, his fingers brushing towards her naked, swollen lips. Ena whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily towards his contact. He chuckled, a dry, wheezing sound, and slid a finger inside her tight, virgin gap.

“Oh!” Ena cried out, her eyes flying huge open. It was an odd, overseas sensation, however not disagreeable. In truth, as he started to work his finger out and in of her, she discovered herself craving extra.

The previous man appeared to sense this, and rapidly added a second finger, stretching her even additional. Ena squirmed beneath his contact, her breath coming in brief, sharp gasps. She might really feel one thing constructing inside her, a stress that threatened to eat her fully.

And then, simply as all of the sudden because it had begun, it was over. The previous man withdrew his hand, leaving Ena panting and determined. She appeared up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would proceed, would end what he had began.

But as an alternative, he merely smiled and patted her thigh. “That’s enough for now, my dear. I think you’ve had quite the filling already, don’t you?”

Ena needed to protest, needed to beg him to maintain going. But she knew higher than to argue with him. Instead, she merely nodded and climbed off the sofa, adjusting her bikini as she went.

“T-thank you, Mister,” she stammered, her cheeks burning with disgrace and want. “I…I enjoyed that very much.”

The previous man simply laughed, a raspy, merciless sound. “I’m sure you did, you little slut. And don’t worry, we’ll be seeing much more of each other in the future. Your grandmother has made sure of that.”

Ena felt a chill run down her backbone at his phrases, a way of foreboding settling within the pit of her abdomen. She had a sense that this was solely the start, that her grandmother had plans for her that went far past a easy hand job from an previous man.

But whilst concern gripped her coronary heart, she could not shake the sensation of want that also lingered between her legs. She knew it was mistaken, knew she should not need him, however she could not assist herself. She was already hooked, already prepared to do no matter it took to really feel his contact once more.

And so, with a parting smile and a wave, Ena turned and walked out of the home, her thoughts already spinning with darkish, forbidden fantasies of what the long run may maintain.