Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2019 01:05:19 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Innocent To Indecent Part 4 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Innocent To Indecent Chapter 4 It seemed every rich teenager in France was at the party. Jean Claude's son, Etienne, was very striking looking. He must have gotten the best genes from both parents. I had seen his mother from a distance. She was quite beautiful. I attended the party, but just blended in with the crowd. I was to meet Etienne after everyone, including his mother, left. After seeing Etienne, I was kinda anxious to get to know him better. He was gorgeous. When he entered the bedroom later, he stood staring at me for a moment. "Uh...I uh...I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong room." "You're in the right room." "I was expecting a... I mean...Did my father send you?" "Yes." "But you're a boy. I thought my father would send a girl for me to...Wait. Does my father think I'm...I mean, well, last year he sent a girl." "Would you like me to leave. I can send someone else." "No!" he answered rather quickly. "But why did he send you? I mean are you a...That is, do you..." "Why don't we sit down." Etienne sat on the bed, and I sat next to him. "What exactly are you here for?" "Whatever you want. We can sit here and talk, or play video games or go outside and run a race. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it." "I see. It's just that last year he sent a girl for me to have sex with," Etienne explained. "So you came in here expecting to have sex?" I asked. "Yeah I guess." "Okay, then that's what we'll do." I said and pulling his shirt over his head. "Wait! I can't have sex with you. What would my father say?" "If you don't tell him, he won't find out. He sent me to do anything you want. You want sex, I'll do it. But if you'd rather play video games than get a blow job... " "Blow job? You're going to suck me?" "Have you ever had a blow job?" I asked reaching for his belt buckle. "No. Last year I only fucked her once." "Just once? Why?" I asked to keep him preoccupied as I pulled down his pants. He lifted his hips reflexively and I pulled them off. "Yeah, I was pretty nervous, and it took a long time for me to get...you know, hard. It was pretty frustrating for both of us, so she left right after. I was kinda glad to see her go," Etienne answered. I could see the outline of a very hard cock in his underwear. "You don't seem to be having a problem now," I said as I squeezed his nice cock. "Mmm. Uh..No, I don't. Ugh." "I think you're very attractive Etienne," I stated as I pulled his underwear off. His cock sprung up proudly. I think he is actually a little bigger than his father. "And you have a beautiful cock," I said honestly. "Do you really think so?" "Absolutely. May I..?" He nodded slightly. I got on the floor in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. "Oh fuck!." I slowly sucked up and down on him pausing to lick the head as I looked up at him. His eyes were wide open watching my efforts on his thick stalk. "Lay down," I said as I continued to stroke him. Etienne scooted back to lay on the bed. I crawled up beside him and admired his body. This was the first boy I had been with since leaving the county home. And what a beautiful specimen it was. I returned to servicing him. His cock going down my throat, thrilling me. I couldn't wait to taste his creamy deposit. "Can I see yours too?" Etienne asked. I gladly stripped for him. He watched every move I made. When I got back on the bed, I faced the foot of it so that my butt was nearest his eyes. He took the bait, teaching out and rubbing my butt. I let his imagination roam a while, before saying, "It's yours if you want it." "What?" "Would you like to fuck me?" "Oh god yes. Your ass is beautiful," Etienne moaned. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube. I worked his cock with the lube, driving Etienne crazy. I straddled him sliding my buttcrack along his straining cock. "Are you sure you don't mind? Won't it hurt?" "I don't mind. I want you," I whispered to him. I guided his knob to my hole and pressed back on it. My muscle gave way willingly and he was inside me. "Oh fuck. Am I really inside you?" "Yes, and it feels great," I said pushing back further. As my butt took more and more of his wonderful cock, Etienne moaned in pleasure. I knew he was close to spewing, so I rode him slowly, gripping his cock with my inner muscles. "Stop! Stop! I'm gonna cum." He grabbed me and rolled us over. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he sunk all the way into me. He looked down to where we were joined. "I can feel you in my belly." I whispered. "Jesus. That is so hot." He lay back down on me and began stroking in and out. His hands went around my shoulders as he picked up the speed a little. "Oh god, Etienne. You feel so good in me. I love it," I whispered in his ear. He looked at me. "Do you? I mean. Do you really like it?" "Yes. I love it. I want to feel you cum in me." He covered my lips with his, and headed for the finish line. I could feel his cock expand and explode his warmth inside me. That caused my own eruption. After a minute, he broke the kiss, looking at me with a smile on his face. "That was the most incredible thing ever." "It's because you're incredible," I said honestly. He felt the wetness between us and glanced down. "Did I make you cum?" "Well, somebody did, and I haven't touched it." Pride spread all over his face. His cock didn't soften at all, and he began working it in and out again. "Want to go again?" I asked. "Would you mind?" "I was hoping you would," I replied, lifting my knees in welcome. He lasted much longer this time, causing me to cum twice. He delighted in the fact that he brought me to orgasm. Afterwards we lay chatting. "I'm surprised at how well you speak English." "I spent two years in boarding school in Connecticut. I also speak German, and Italian." "Impressive," I proclaimed. "Not really. Most Europeans speak several languages. Do you know what we call someone who only speaks one language?" "Unilingual?" I asked. "No. An American," he laughed. "Oh.. You may regret you said that." I grabbed his cock, "Next time you want to put this in me, I might say no." He looked at me like a wounded puppy. "I love it too much to say no to you. It will always be yes for you." Etienne pulled me in for a deep kiss. We woke up twice during the night to make love again. In the morning Etienne said, "I wish you didn't have to leave so soon." "Me too. Wait, maybe I don't." I called the boss. "Walker is picking me up in Paris day after tomorrow, right? I think I will stay here until then." "You have an appointment tomorrow with Sheik Achmed Mohammed Akbar," the boss complained. "Cancel it or send one of the girls. I'm staying here." I could here the boss seething as he hung up. I felt really bad about doing that. The boss had been nice to me, and I repay him like this. But I really like Etienne, and wanted to spend more time with him. The chateau is in the beautiful French countryside. The grounds and gardens are well kept. Etienne and I took a long walk around the grounds. We stopped and made love under a tree by a running brook. We rode horses in the afternoon, and again stopped for lovemaking. I was falling for Etienne big time. And I think he liked me too. The entire time I was there, we spent together. Mostly talking and fucking. He was a great lover, and I grew addicted to him, more so than Tommy. I knew we couldn't stay together, and so did he, but we enjoyed what time we had. Walker picked me up in Paris as planned. It had been nearly a month since I had seen him. We were barely off the ground in his jet, when he wanted to fuck. I was surprised at two things. The first was Remy watched us the entire time. Second, Walker had improved dramatically in his skills and stamina. The first fuck was close to ten minutes from insertion to climax. After we finished, I asked where we were going. "First we have to meet Chalkie in Australia, Then we head to Russia to drop of some funds. Then to my place in Hawaii. Before we stopped to refuel, Walker had me again. He was even better than the first time. Remy watched and squirmed in his seat. "I feel bad for Remy," I told Walker. "Want to take care of him?" "Well, he will be of no use walking around with a hard on," I laughed. Remy's cock was probably eight inches, but on his big body, it looked small. He moaned in appreciation, and shot a huge load down my throat. By the time we reached our destination, they both got off again. Walker in my ass, Remy in my mouth. We landed in some dustbin somewhere in Australia. As the jet was refueled, Walker and Remy stepped out. I awoke briefly when the jet took off again. Next thing I know, someone is sucking me. I looked down to see Remy pistoning his mouth on my dick. The cabin lights were low, and Walker was asleep in one of the bed like recliners. Remy finished me off, then offered me his cock to suck. I hadn't had any cum for a few hours, so I accepted the snack. Again I woke up when we landed someplace else. I looked out the window but didn't recognize anything. Remy served us breakfast, then they gave me my first doses of cum for the day. One in each hole. We arrived at our destination in Russia. Walker and Remy exited, each carrying two small suitcases. They were gone for over an hour, and when they returned, there was another man with them. "David, this is Vlad. He's heard a lot about you and wanted to meet you." I was wearing only my thong underwear. I self consciously stood and offered my hand. Vlad looked at me like he wanted to slather me in barbecue sauce and roast me over an open fire. He motioned for me to turn around, so I did. He grasped my butt, and said something in Russian. It sounded like he probably said, "My god, what an ass." By the time we reached Hawaii, I'm sure I have paid enough dues to be a lifelong member in good standing in the mile high club. Walker didn't mind if I sucked Remy or Remy sucked me. But my ass was Walker's alone. We landed on one island, and a helicopter took us to another. The house was at one end of the island, with probably a mile of beachfront. It was a gorgeous house, with large open porches, pool, tennis court, hot tub and sauna. The interior looked like it belong on a magazine cover. The six bedrooms each had private baths. I think I got fucked in all of them. Probably on every flat surface in the house in fact. I was with Walker for three weeks. I got a really nice all over tan. I was treated like a king, and of course, got royally fucked. He may not have the biggest dick on the block, but by the time I left, he had the skills and knowledge to please any woman or boy. I didn't know it at the time, but it would be my last date with Walker. They flew me back to Miami to meet up with the boss. Remy escorted me onboard the yacht. He shook hands with the boss, but handed me an envelope, and said goodbye. Inside was a note: David, I want to tell you how grateful I am for all you've done for me. There is a wonderful woman I have known for a long time, and thanks to you, I now have the courage to ask her to marry me. Also because of you, I think I now have the skills to make this one last. I am forever in your debt. If I can ever do anything for you, don't hesitate to call me. Walker There was also a cashier's check for five million dollars. I got kinda teary eyed, and handed it to the boss. He read the note, and looked at the check. "Holy fuck," he said and passed it down the line to the girls. Each had about the same response. I eventually received an invitation to the wedding. It was at the Hawaiian house. Walker introduced me to his wife as a very close friend. I spent the night with Remy. He finally got to sample my ass. From Miami, we went to Rio. I'm not sure, but I think that the boss picked up some merchandise there, because we were suppose to go from there to Costa Rica. But instead we went to Texas where we didn't dock but a boat met us and they unloaded something. While there, the boss booked the girls for a party. Apparently Acbar was in Texas making some oil deal. He wanted to impress his business associates and the boss owed him for me canceling on him. The girls returned the next day complaining of their treatment by Acbar. After listening to their story, I was glad I had canceled. I told the boss I wasn't ever going with Acbar. "If you weren't making me a fortune, I'd leave you here in the middle of the gulf of Mexico." "Look Boss. You know I enjoy my job. I don't even mind that I'm making you richer. But I can't do what I do if I don't like it. That's the difference between the girls and I. I actually like all the sex. They're just tolerating it till they move on. If you want me to continue being as productive, I have to be able to decide who I want to do. From now on I want to know who is dangerous, who's nuts, or at least a little something about them." The boss fumed a bit but relented. And so it went. I took more control over who I saw and who I didn't. Though to be honest, I turned down very few. I came to understand more about myself and resigned myself to the fact that I was a cock whore. I mean I was a whore, we all were, but I loved cocks. Any cock. Age, race, size, made no difference to me. Just give me cock. Then one day Bruno called and wanted my services again. I agreed and the boss set it up. I arrived by helicopter again and was shown the Bruno's cabin. He was happy to see me and I let him know the feeling was mutual. He was only wearing a robe, and had put on a little weight since I had last seen him. He pressed a button on his desk, and a minute later the door opens and a little girl comes in. She was a pretty girl. Long blond hair, blue eyes, about ten or eleven years old. "What's this about?" I asked Bruno. "That first time you came to me, I was shocked at my response to you. I've never been gay or had any experiences with men. Yet you were able to get me hard and make me cum. First time in years. I finally figured it out. It was your youth and beauty. "I watched a lot of porn, and nothing did anything for me. Then I found some porn with kids. I enjoyed watching them a lot, but something was missing. I wanted to see it live. I bought her from one of those eastern European orphanages. I want to watch you fuck her." "But Bruno, I've never done anything with a girl." "Then it's about time. All the better as far as I'm concerned." "Well could I be alone with her for a few minutes? I can't just fuck on command." "Sure, no problem." Bruno left the room and I turned to the little girl. "English?" She shook her head 'no'. Shit! Okay, think fast. How are we going to get out of this alive? I grabbed a magazine off the table and leafed through it until I found an advertisement for Disneyland. It had two kids with their parents having a wonderful time on their Disney vacation. I pointed to girl, "Girl" I said. Pointing to the mother, "Mommy". Then to the father, "Daddy" She looked confused. I pointed to the door that Bruno had exited, then stuck my stomach out to indicate fat and repeated "Daddy" She giggled. I then held my palm to my mouth, moving it away slowly, said "Say" then paused, "Daddy" She tentatively said "Daddy" I nodded in relief. We were making progress. Now how to explain the rest? I made myself fat again and said "Daddy". She nodded. I drew my finger across my throat as if it was being cut, then I pointed to her. Her eyes flew open in fear. She got the message. I put my right hand to my chest, then my left to hers, to indicate I wanted to help her. She nodded again but looked at me questioningly. I pointed my finger back and forth between the two of us, then made a circle with my thumb and index finger of my left hand. I pushed my right index finger in and out of the circle. She understood that. Her eyes flew open again, and she shook her head no. I pointed to the door again, then back and forth between us, then across my throat. She looked sad, but nodded. Okay more progress. Now for the show part. "Say... Yes" I instructed. "Yes," she repeated. "Say...Yes Daddy." "Yes Daddy." "Say...Oh God." "Oh God." Smart girl. We might make it out alive. I turned her around and unbuttoned her dress. When she faced me I could see a tear in her eye, but also understanding. She didn't resist as I pulled her dress over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, only panties, as I reached for them, she stopped me. She pointed at me as if to say "Your turn." I removed my clothes, leaving only my underwear on. She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, then paused waiting for me to do the same. I did, and we slid our underwear off at the same time. We stood looking at one another for a moment. It was the first time I saw a naked ten year old girl. I suspect I was the first naked teen boy she had seen, but not positive. My dick when hard was little over five inches. Right then it was probably only three, I was so nervous. I had been so worried about how to communicate with her, I hadn't given a thought about what might happen if I wasn't able to perform. I turned down the bed covers, and she crawled in. She lay flat on her back with her arms stiff by her side. This was not going to be easy on either of us. I tried to remember all the things I had taught Walker. At the time, I never guessed that I would also need that information. I leaned over and kissed her. Her lips were tightly closed like she was refusing to take medicine. I smiled down at her the put my fingers to the sides of her mouth and squeezed a little. She got the message and relaxed a little and smiled back. I kissed her again, and slowly slid my hand to her nipple. I moved down to take her nipple in my mouth, and she reacted as if I had tickled her. I gave her a scolding look, and she relaxed again. I went back to her nipple, and slid my hand down to her pussy. She jumped a bit, but didn't push me away. I knew I had to get her wet, so I moved further down and between her legs. I licked her little clit, and slipped my tongue between her tight labia. After a while, I moved back up to kiss her again. Her hand found my soft cock and grasped it. I suddenly knew how Etienne felt when pressured into performing with a girl. The image of Etienne's beautiful body flashed through my mind, and I felt my dick start to harden in her hand. I continued to Kiss her and think of Etienne. I rubbed her little clit, hoping she would produce some lubrication for herself. I moved over on top of her and placed my now hard dick at her tiny opening. I looked at her and hesitated a moment. She nodded, and braced herself. I pushed a little, and she grunted, but I didn't break through. I pulled back slightly and shoved forward hard. I broke through her hymen, and she cried out loudly. I felt bad about it and started to retreat. Then I heard the door open behind me, and knew that Bruno had come in when he heard her cry out. I thrust forward a few more times causing her to groan in pain with each push. Soon, I was buried to the balls. I pushed in and out a few times, wondering if it was blood or natural lubrication that made my strokes easier. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that Bruno had removed his robe and was standing next to the bed. His dick was limp, and he reached for her hand. It was time to test my theory. I lay down on her and whispered in her ear, "Say..Oh Daddy." "Oh Daddy," she moaned. "Is he fucking you good, baby girl?" Bruno asked. "Say...Oh yes Daddy." I instructed. "Oh yes Daddy," she repeated. Glancing at Bruno, I see his dick is hard now. It was difficult to concentrate on orchestrating this whole show, and think about Etienne at the same time. I needed to keep hard while fucking the little girl. She raised her knees a bit, and wrapped her arms around me. I looked into her eyes, and they were sparkling. She was beginning to enjoy it. I could feel her hips raising up to meet my thrusts. I whispered to her, "Say...Oh God." "Oh God," she moaned. Bruno was now stroking his dick, she was bucking under me, and I was wishing I was in France. I picked up the pace, driving hard into her with every thrust. "Oh God...Oh God...Oh God" she moaned every time I hit bottom. Man she was getting good at this, I thought. Then she yelled, "OOHH..GODD." Her little pussy tightened around my dick, and I realized I had made her cum. I shot my load a couple of thrusts later, and looked at Bruno. He had cum running down his fingers that were still wrapped around his fat cock. Bruno picked up his robe and left the room. I looked down at her. She smiled and gave me a very nice kiss. It could have been gratitude or sexual. Either way, it was sincere and very nice. I pulled my dick from her, and saw that it was streaked with cum and blood. I went to the bathroom for a warm damp towel. I went back and cleaned her recently deflowered pussy. She smiled at me as I tended to her. I wiped my still semi hard dick off after I finished with her. She noticed, and took the towel and finished what I had started. Then she examined my cock, as if wondering how it fit inside her and brought her pleasure. I patted my chest and said, "David." She put her hand on her own chest and said, "Iga." Bruno returned with bottled water. "Time to rehydrate." We each took a bottle and drank. "That was even more wonderful than I had imagined. David, you're incredible." "So is Iga." "Iga? Is that her name? I just picked her up a couple of days ago and haven't really spoke to her. Well, Iga, you're a very pretty girl." "She doesn't speak English." I pointed out. "Oh, I see. Wait. Then how did...Never mind. You never cease to amaze me David." "How much did you pay for her?" I asked. "You can get kids over there pretty cheap. But finding a virgin her age is pretty expensive. She was fifth thousand. I wanted a virgin for you. I'm sure you don't get many virgins in...well, in your line of work." "So, what's going to happen to her now?" "Now that you've taken her cherry, I have several boys lined up to fuck her. Then, well, I really haven't thought about that yet." "I'll buy her from you. A hundred thousand." I didn't want Bruno to just drop her in the ocean when he was done with her. "David, my dear boy. You have no idea how hard it was to find her. I appreciate the offer, but I have plans for her," Bruno said. "One fifty, then," I countered. "It's not the money, dear boy. I have plans. But when I'm through with her, I will let you have her at her original price of fifty thousand. How's that?" "Promise? And you won't hurt her in the meantime?" "I promise. Though her little pussy may not be as tight as it is right now. You two get some rest. But no fucking until come back." When Bruno was gone, I tried to explain to her that he wouldn't kill her but she would be doing a lot of fucking. She grinned and pointed her index finger back and forth between us. I shook my head no, and explained that it would be lots of different boys. I told her to call Bruno 'Daddy' when she was being fucked, but any other time to call him Bruno. I explained as best I could that Bruno trusted me, and that I had told him not to hurt her, that I couldn't stop them from fucking her, but she wouldn't be harmed. Iga seemed to understand, but she was scared. She cried herself to sleep in my arms. I slept a while too. Bruno woke us up and told me to fuck her again. With Etienne in my head, I was able to give a believable performance. Iga appeared to enjoy it as well. Or maybe girls are just born knowing how to fake it. I would like to think she truly enjoyed it. That is how at the age of fourteen, I bought a little girl. It had been six months since I had been with them, when I got a call from Bruno. The boss was standing beside me, wondering why Bruno would call me and not him. I turned and asked him, "How much cash do I have?" The boss looked at me oddly and asked "In your account, or on board?" "On board right now in cash. How much?" "Close to a million that hasn't been put in the Cayman Island bank. Why?" "I need fifty thousand," I told him. I told Bruno I had the money and arrangements were made to meet up with them a couple of days later. When Iga saw me, she screamed my name and ran to hug me. I later learned that Bruno hadn't told her that I was the one that bought her. The boss got a little excited at the prospect of having a second child prostitute working for him. "Sorry Boss. I bought her. She's mine. And she's out of the whore business." "What do you plan to do with a ten year old girl?" "She can sleep in my cabin, and no I'm not fucking her. If you want me to pay for her food I will." Iga had learned some English and we were able to communicate better. When the other girls found out why I bought her, they had a new respect for me, each planting a kiss on my cheek. They loved Iga, and helped her a lot. The first night in my cabin, Iga was anxious to have sex. She was upset when I turned her down. She thought I didn't want her because she had been with lots of boys. I explained that I wished it had been me to be with all those boys. She finally understood when I told her the only reason I did it the first time was to save us, and the only way I could was by thinking about a boy I knew. But she had been having a lot of sex for six months, and had grown to like it. I pretended not to know that once in awhile she would let Marc fuck her. And one handsome young steward also got to have her when they could find a time and place. When she turned twelve, she got her first period, and I put her on the pill. The best part was, she was my roommate, confidant, and friend. Aside from the weird situation, we were like any two best friends. Laughing and playing and running around driving the grownups crazy. I just happened to be fucking strange men most nights for a lot of money. I was invited to Etienne's seventeenth Birthday party. I hadn't seen him in a year, though we did talk on the phone on occasion. When we were alone in the bedroom, Etienne said he thought my dick had grown a lot. I told him his had grown some too. After our first round of sex, Etienne guiltily admitted he had a girlfriend.His mother had pushed him into dating her, and now the girl was pushing him into sex. He hadn't done it yet, but felt like it was expected by everyone, especially his mother. I told him all about Iga. How we met, fucked, and now I owned her. He thought it strange that I owned a little girl. I explained that she really had nowhere else to go and that, in our world, she was protected by that ownership. I didn't treat her like a slave, but we were good friends. While in Hawaii for a few days, I thought about Walker. I called him just to see how he was doing. He was surprised but delighted to hear from me. I asked how his marriage was going, and he said it was great thanks to me. I told him we were in Hawaii, and I thought about him and the time I spent there, and was hoping we could get together for lunch or something. He said he was now living in Chicago, to be near his wife's family, and he had put the Hawaiian house on the market. I said, too bad because I loved that house. He said make me an offer. I offered about half what it was worth, and he accepted it. Over the next month I sold a few of my baubles and trinkets to pay for the house, took care of the appointments I had already booked, and got out of the whore business. I stayed with the boss for over five years. I saw each of the girls replaced by new Annes, Beckys, and Claires. I made a shitload of money, and more importantly, friends. I lived like a king, and saw most of the world. I hired Remy's younger, larger brother for security. He also kept me warm at night. That is until Etienne graduated from university. His father knew about us, but his mother was kept in the dark. When Iga turned eighteen, Etienne announced his engagement to her. There was a huge wedding with most the movers and shakers of the world in attendance, not to mention a large number of questionable people as well. I gave the bride away, after all, she was mine to give. Etienne's mother was pleased that her son chose such a beautiful bride. She was somehow under the impression that I was Iga's only living relative. Iga was married with the ring that Bruno gave me after that first visit with him. I thought it fitting. To the outside world, Etienne and Iga are a happy couple. It's really Etienne and I who are a couple. When Iga decided she wanted children, Etienne fathered a son, and two years later I fathered a daughter. We all live together in a beautiful house in Hawaii. All in all, not a bad life for an orphaned boy cock slut. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! 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