THIS IS THE FOURTH INSTALLMENT OF NASTY OLD MAN. IF YOU LIKE IT, LET ME KNOW. IT'S LONGER THAN ANY OF THE OTHERS, BUT I AM SETTING UP ANOTHER STORY LINE. WANT MORE? _____________________________________________________________________________
I awoke after about 20 minutes to find Phil had rolled off my chest and was cuddling against my side, his head on my shoulder and his leg across my groin. Careful not to wake him, I gently disentangled myself and left the stateroom. I checked the forward stateroom and found Janey and Tom asleep, spooning, with Tom's hand clutching Janey's cock. He needed the sleep, and I knew that Janey would comfort him and help him to rest.
Passing through the main salon, I grabbed my satellite phone and moved to the cockpit. It was still dark, with just some slight light to the east. There was a light mist clouding the few remaining lights on in N____, and I knew it was unlikely that anyone was watching. I slipped the painter of the stolen dinghy and let it drift free on the outgoing tide. Then I went forward and slipped the mooring pendants allowing the yacht to also drift free. I went to the mast and raised the mainsail, allowed it to catch the light breeze and returned to the cockpit and trimmed the sail to head downstream toward NY.
Activating the satellite phone, I first called a friend in NY I knew I could trust and told him basically what had happened. I told him to remove the bodies, have both Phil and Tom's house and my house cleaned and closed up for at least a year. I also gave him instructions to make sure the bills were paid for that time and that the house was protected against vandalism. I also told him what to do with the kid Gary if he was still there.
Next I called Zurich and ordered 1,000,000 British Pounds to be transferred to my account in Savannah, to be available for me under one of my aliases. Finally I called Raul and told him I would take the contract in Caracas and that I had my own team, usual rate plus $150,000 for the team. Raul said he would have expense money available for me through his agent in Miami. I told him it would probably take about six months to complete the contract, and told him I would be emailing photos and I wanted three passports for each of the team, in different names, from English speaking countries. Again, they would be available through his agent in Miami. Finally I opened the small hatch in the sole of the cockpit and took $5,000 from the safe hidden there.
I engaged the autopilot and went back down to the galley, put the money on the table, and started a pot of coffee. While I was rinsing the tea cups from earlier, I heard stirring in the forward stateroom and the door opened. It was Janey, looking tousled and with sleep puffing her eyes. Even that way she looked great to me. "I heard you crashing about in the galley and came to see if I could help," she said. I told her everything was taken care of, and went to kiss her. As usual she responded, grabbing my cock as she did so. I moved away, giving her class A cock a tug as I did so, and poured some coffee for both of us.
"What's the money for?" asked Janey as she sat at the table.
"You guys need clothes and such, and we're going down to NY so you and Phil can shop. Tom will stay aboard with me while you get whatever you need. You need to be careful, though, as I don't know at this point whether anyone is looking for Tom and Phil."
"What about ?," she started to object.
"I'll explain when the others are up," I said. "Grab a cup of coffee and join me in the cockpit."
I climbed the companionway to the cockpit, punched off the autopilot and took the helm. I was still naked, but in the darkness I wasn't concerned. After about a minute, Janey came up. She was also naked, her heavy cock and balls swaying as she moved across the cockpit to sit next to me. She took a sip from her coffee and put her hand on my leg. "Are we going to fuck in the open air?" she asked.
"No more for now," I answered. "I'm a little worn out."
"Yeah, I heard you and Phil. He's good, isn't he?"
"He's worn me out after our sessions yesterday. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Don't worry. You don't have to do anything but watch. I'm still turned on by what I heard a few minutes ago coming from your stateroom," she said.
Her perfect soft little boobs jiggled a little as she leaned back against the coaming opposite me in the cockpit. She began fondling her boobs using the palms of her hands, pressing them flat, then cupping them and lifting them up, then pressing them flat again. She spread her legs slightly so her cock and balls fell between them, her semi-hard cock hanging well below the balls. With one hand she pinched a nipple while with the other she caressed her own abs and slid down to the perfectly trimmed pubic hair. "Is your dick long enough to reach your asshole?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied.
"Well, watch this!" Holding her hand against the length of her cock, she pushed it down further between her legs. She put her other hand in her mouth and wet it with her saliva then reached down and smeared the saliva around the head of her dick. She then pushed it further between her legs so it lay between her ass cheeks as she raised her knees. Her dick hid her asshole, so I wished she would push it aside. That asshole was perfect, and I never tired of looking at it and kissing it. Instead, she bent her dick almost double so the head pressed against the pucker, took a deep breath, then pushed the head in. The entire mushroom shaped head went in one smooth movement, and she held it there with her hand while she played with her tits with the other. Another breath and she pushed it further into the already stretched hole, and a full two inches went in, in addition to the huge head. With that, she began fucking herself with her hand, pushing it in and letting it slide out, at the same time pinching her nipples and wetting her fingers so she could rub them across those beautiful tits.
I could see that her cock was getting harder, but bent double like that it couldn't get completely hard. Letting her tits go, she began massaging her balls, still pushing her cock in and letting it slide out. Every time it came out a bit it seemed to get even bigger and harder, until I could see it straining to break free and spring up against her abs. Her breathing became shallow and quick, with little moans every few breaths. Soon her moans turned to grunts, and her abs began to twitch and contract. As the grunts became louder and transformed into stifled screams, her cock sprang out of her ass and slapped against her belly. Simultaneously it began spurting cum into her face and hair, leaving a trail of cum down her chest to her navel. She came more than I can remember and I was astonished, especially since this was her fourth orgasm that night. When she finished, I dropped down to my knees and began licking the cum starting at the navel and moving slowly up to her chest, neck, face and finally her hair, and then I thrust my cum-covered tongue into her mouth. She sucked the cum off and swallowed with a satisfied sigh. "Damn, I wanted to cum in my own ass."
"Then I wouldn't have seen it."
"What do you think," she asked.
"I think you don't need me," I answered.
"No!" she said. "Please don't think that. I haven't done that since I was a teenager. I wanted to show you. I only wanted to let you see what I could do. Didn't you like it?"
"Of course. I haven't done that since I was in my 20's. I don't think I can anymore. But I really enjoyed watching you do it."
"Why don't you try," she asked. "I'd like to watch."
"Another time."
"Do you think Phil can do that?"
"Yes, but you're still the champion," I answered. After a pause, while I drank some coffee in silence, I said, "Janey, I need you to tell me about yourself. All we've done is suck and fuck, which is great, but I need more from you."
"I was born in Montreal, went to University there, and moved to NY. When I met Phil and Tom, I moved to N---- and that's that," she said.
"No," I answered. "I know where you were born, where you were educated, and more. But I need you to tell me. I need to be able to trust you, and lying about your past is counter-productive. Remember, I crave intimacy. You need to provide it to me if we're going to continue as friends."
"What about you? You haven't told me anything. Why you're so accepting of Phil and Tom and me, why you haven't asked any questions, what you do for a living, how you have so much money - don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in your money, I have enough of my own to live well."
"I think you know all that. I spoke to Raul."
"Uh-oh," she said. I kept silent, giving her a chance to think. She was quiet for a while, then sighed.
"OK, I'll tell you what I can. You may not like it."
"I like you," I said. "Whatever you have to say I will accept, just as I accepted your blatant sexuality. But we can't have secrets at this point."
"How much do you actually know?" she asked, obviously stalling.
"Pretend I know nothing."
"Alright," she said after a pause. "I was born in Marakesh. My parents were wealthy. My father was French and my mother was French Canadian. They were murdered when I was eight, during an uprising against the government. They were leaders of the insurrection, and were beheaded in our home, right in front of me. The troops grabbed me and took me away."
"They were supposed to kill you, too," I said.
"Instead they sold me to a brothel."
"A cute 8 year old boy in Marakesh, they probably got a good price," I said. "Moroccans like virgins, whether boy or girl."
"Yes, and I was just what they were looking for. But I stayed a virgin for five years. There was a man there, he owned the place, and he introduced me to North African sex." From this point, she simply talked, as if I weren't there, exposing her secrets and her anguish.
JANEY'S STORY
"He was actually very gentle. I learned later that that wasn't the usual way. When he first saw me, he seemed to be so kind. He gave me some food, clothes to replace what the troops had torn off me, and showed me to a beautiful bedroom. He let me sleep for a night, and told me not to worry, he would take care of me. He said that I had been through a terrible time, and he wanted me to learn to forget what I had seen.
"In the morning I was awakened by the electronic sounds of the Muzzein trumpeting through loudspeakers outside the building. I got up, and looked for a bathroom to pee. When I opened the door to the bedroom, I saw about a dozen men and women lounging about, wearing thin muslin and silk trousers and nothing else. I was astonished to see that the trousers actually hid nothing, but showed everything. Cocks and pubic hair. Tits and butts. Bruises and cuts. I had never seen a grown person's genitals before, and my eyes must have been the size of dinner plates.
"When they spotted me, they all moved toward me like a pack of wolves. I shrank back into the bedroom and tried to close the door, but they held it open. They looked like they hadn't eaten in a year, and saw food for the first time. I yelled at them to get away, but they came into the bedroom as if they owned it - or me. I was terrified, they looked so hungry for me. As they started to undress, the owner came up behind them and ordered them to stop. They did, looking frightened themselves, and silently went back into the common room, avoiding his gaze. Then he came into the room, and asked me if I knew where I was. I told him no, and I wanted to go home. He said that this was my home now, and he was going to teach me how to earn it. He said he would feed me and clothe me, and make sure I studied. He said he had a small school in the house, and that his business was teaching young boys and girls how to earn great amounts of money without ever leaving the house.
"Then he opened a drawer and pulled what I later learned was a butt plug out. He said that this was my first lesson. He gently laid me down on the bed, face down, and pulled my pants down around my ankles. I protested, but he rapped me on the back of the head and told me to shut up. Then he licked his finger and began rubbing it against my butt hole. I was embarrassed and started to cry, but he soothed me with his voice and told me not to worry, this wouldn't hurt for long. Then he pushed his finger into my tiny butt hole and very slowly moved it around a little. He was right, it only hurt for a moment, then it felt not bad, if a little uncomfortable. I really needed to pee, and when he pushed a second finger in, I wet the bed. He spanked my ass and told me he hadn't given permission to pee, and I was to do everything he said, and nothing he hadn't said. Again I started to cry, missing my parents and humiliated by his power over me. He rapped me on the back of the head again and told me to stop crying, I'd better get used to this - it was going to happen a lot, and other guys wouldn't be so gentle. I mustn't cry, ever, not even when I was hurting or angry. Not even when I was alone in my room. I was never to cry again, no matter what. I tried to stop, but couldn't, and he slapped me hard on my shoulder. His hand was soft, but strong. I stifled another sob, and got so angry at that that I vowed I would never give him the satisfaction of having another reason to strike me.
"He then pulled his fingers out of my butt, and replaced it with the butt plug. He took my pants off my ankles and ripped the shirt off my back. He told me I was to keep the butt plug in my ass all day, and I was not to dress, so everyone could see it was still there. If it came out, I would be punished. Then he took me into the common room and told everyone that if the butt plug came out, they were to fetch him at once. Nobody was to touch me, ever, not for any reason whatever. Then he took me into the bathroom and took out the butt plug and told me to shit in the toilet - he said my ass was dirty and I needed to clean it out. The finger and the butt plug had made me really need to go, so I sat on the toilet and shit everything out. Then he took me to the sink and washed me head to foot, paying particular attention to my swollen butt and tiny helpless dick. My nuts hadn't descended yet, and he felt for them and told me I wasn't ready to earn any money yet, but he would make sure I learned, and I was to do everything he said. When I was clean, he dried me with the softest towel I had ever felt. It felt good, but then he rammed the butt plug back into place and took me back to the common room where there was fruit and cheese to eat, and yoghurt, and some cool water to drink.
"He then told the others we were open for business. I was to stay in the common room, and if I had to pee or shit I was to send for him. But I was to watch everything that went on, because in time I would have to do everything the others did with the customers. For the next six months I watched customers come and go, men seeking women, men seeking men, men seeking one or two of each, three ways, four ways, fucking, sucking, rimming, bondage, pissing, everything sexy or filthy you could think of, including coprophagy. Each time I saw something new, I asked the owner to explain so I would be able to do it when necessary. During that time, I kept the butt plug in place, and my little cock began growing and my balls descended. I was hard most of the time, and lots of customers asked for me, but the owner always said not yet, I would be ready in time. After six months, he began massaging my body with aromatic oils, pulling and stretching my cock, caressing my ass, stretching it with his fingers, making my cock grow bigger and bigger. After a year, I had the second biggest cock in the house, even though I was only 9. My ass learned how to take three, then four fingers, and in time I began to crave it. On my tenth birthday, he taught me how to jack off, and after a few tries I actually started to spurt cum. It was total enlightenment. I began doing it three or four times a day, and after a while he let me do it while watching others, and letting others watch me.
I realized that I was in fact special, and pretty soon he began letting me do shows, shoving larger and larger dildos up my ass and jacking off so the customers would get really hot and spend even more money. Each time I came they would throw money at me, cheering and grabbing a partner and fucking right in there in the common room in front of everybody. My cock continued to grow, and by the time I was 13 I was really beautiful. The customers were still not allowed to fuck me, and I was getting really anxious to experience that. But the owner said he was saving me for something really special. He began feeding me food different from the others, with spices and herbs I had never heard of. At 14, I began growing tits and my waist narrowed as my hips spread. From behind I looked like some of the women, but from the front I was a male with tits. I learned to play with my tits while jacking off, and that really drove the customers wild. I hadn't worn any clothes for several years, always naked, always on display.
One day the owner came to me and said I was ready for a very special customer he had. I had to get dressed, in a very expensive woman's suit. My hair had grown very long, and he called in a woman to cut and arrange it and teach me how to use makeup. When I saw myself in the mirror I couldn't believe it. I was the most beautiful woman in the house - more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen. He took my photo and had a passport made. For the first time in five years, I left the house, got into a limousine with him and we were driven to the airport. We had suitcases with us which the driver loaded into a private jet, where the special customer was waiting. He saw me and I thought he was gorgeous - tall, slim, perfectly coiffed blond hair, a small mustache, also blond, and a silk shirt in a Hawaiian pattern and silk trousers pressed and perfect which showed his cock perfectly, almost as if her were naked. He gave me a kiss on the hand and said we were going to Zurich, where he intended to show me off to his business rivals. I was not to let on that I was a man until he told me to.
On the plane I changed into a slinky silk dress and very tight lace panties which held my cock and balls uncomfortably tucked into my ass crack. When we landed it was night, and we were immediately driven to a very expensive club where everyone was as gorgeous as he, but I was still the most beautiful woman in the place. The silk dress, with spaghetti straps and no bra, made my nipples stick out like erasers, and the dress clung and moved with my body, showing off my soft ass and slim waist. Everyone turned to me when we entered, and I could tell the customer gave the impression he wanted. He whispered in my ear that I was better than he had hoped, and if things went well I would get a very large tip. He introduced me to everyone as Jeannette from Montreal, the daughter of a business associate, and I was in Zurich to learn the banking business. One of the men I met was obviously very wealthy, and he told me to pay particular attention to him. I began flirting, touching his arm, shoulder and chest as we talked, and I could see that he was becoming very horny. His expensive wool suit showed that he was boning up, which made me even more excited, and I started to get hard too. It was really uncomfortable in the tight panties, and I began to worry that my cock would show in the back. The customer came to my rescue and took me to a private room where he told me that the expensive wool suit would be in in a minute. I was to sit on the couch so my cock wouldn't show and blow him when he came in. I wasn't to say anything, just sit there while he came to me.
When he came in, the customer left, saying I was there to do whatever the suit wanted. The suit walked over to me and unzipped his trousers, showing a small but very hard cock. I had seen enough blow jobs to know just what to do, and still sitting on the couch I took his cock in my mouth. It tasted a little sweaty and funky, but it felt wonderful in my mouth. It was the first time for me, and I wondered how good I would be, but I didn't have to wonder long. He came almost immediately, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of cum. I gratefully swallowed it all, and not a drop spilled onto my dress. I found out that it tasted great, and I was determined to do this more often. When he finished, tucked himself back in and zipped his trousers, thanked me, and offered me a drink from the bar. The customer came back in, and asked how it was. The suit said it was great, but he wanted more. The customer then whispered to me exactly what he wanted me to do, and I said OK.
The customer left, and I was again alone with the suit. He brought me my drink (my first, as in Morocco we weren't allowed to drink. It wasn't good for business, I was told). I took the drink and asked him whether he wasn't too hot in that suit, and wouldn't he like me to take it off him. He eagerly agreed, and I undressed him slowly, caressing his chest and legs as I removed each item of clothing. He was hard again almost instantly, but I didn't touch his cock or balls. He asked if I wanted to get naked too, and I slowly and teasingly eased the straps off my shoulders and let the dress fall to my waist. When he saw my tits, he immediately fell to his knees between my legs and began sucking each of them in turn. What a feeling! I was really hard now, and sitting on my cock and balls was getting painful. I lay down on the couch and asked him to pull my dress off slowly. I raised my hips as he pulled the dress down further, showing off my untrimmed pubic hair sticking out from the waistband. I was still uncomfortable, and told him to slowly pull my panties down and kiss my navel and pubes as he did so. He was by this time so horny he was sweating profusely, occasionally wiping his brow and upper lip. I told him not to worry, it was only sweat, and I kind of liked it on my belly. As he got the waistband to just above where my dick began, he began licking in earnest, thrusting his tongue under the waistband and licking the base of my cock. He looked a little confused, but didn't stop. I knew he was looking for my clit. He told me I smelled different, not like any woman he had ever had, and I said I had used a special cream to cover the smell of my period. He asked if I wanted him to take the tampon out, but I told him it wasn't necessary. Again he looked confused, but continued to lick further down. It was becoming obvious to me that I didn't have a cunt, but it never seemed to occur to him.
As he continued licking, he moved on the couch between my legs, and soon he had pulled the panties down far enough to show anyone watching that I had a dick. He still didn't stop, and as I massaged his shoulders and pushed his head further into my crotch, he began to moan. One last pull on the panties, and my cock sprang free, hitting him in the face and splashing a load of precum into his hair. At that moment, the door burst open and several people ran into the room, some of them with cameras. There he was, naked with his ass in the air, with my enormous cock in his face, my body fully exposed, tits hard and my breathing heavy. He looked up, saw what was happening, and started to get up. Then he said he'd been had, so he might as well let it happen. With that, he crouched again between my legs and took my cock into his mouth, cupping my balls and sucking for all his might. Cameras flashed, I began bucking and thrusting, and soon came in his mouth. He gagged and spit it out, but returned for more. He held the next several shots in his mouth, and when I was finished, he got up, still holding the cum in his mouth, walked over to the customer, and spit the cum violently in his face. Then he grabbed his clothes and stalked naked out of the room, across the club room, and out the door. As the front door closed, I could see him gesturing to his driver, about as angry as any man I had ever seen.