When a perfectly normal, healthy girl as attractive as Julie looks at an older person...well, she couldn't help thinking that anyone over thirty is middle-aged, and over thirty-five they must be well past it!
It was perhaps this normal attitude towards older folk that made her just a little tremulous now as she waited in this very luxurious, sweet-smelling apartment of a certain gentleman of Oriental origin, whom she knew to be well past his fifties, and in her eyes a very old man.
Tse Ling had kept her waiting while he bathed and changed. It had been through a small theatrical agency that he part-owned that he had first become aware of this pretty girl who now waited for him in his scented living room.
Julie Taylor had taken part in many amateur theatricals while she had been in college. When she had taken a job as a fully trained shorthand typist with a firm in the West End of London, she had - more for a joke than anything else - visited the small office of the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, which happened to be close to her place of employment. If any part-time aspiring actresses were needed, she would be pleased to do some more acting, not that she wanted it as a full-time occupation but more as a hobby.
She had been surprised at the utmost care the woman in the Agency had taken in getting the full details of the young lady calling on them, and she had been even more surprised when a few weeks later she had a letter from the Agency explaining that they were engaging a few young ladies of limited experience, like herself, at a salary that made Julie's eyes boggle, and if she was interested she was to present herself at an address given in the letter on Tuesday evening next at seven- thirty.
The address was also in the West End, and she had to meet Tse Ling whom she remembered seeing for just a very few brief moments at the Agency, after she had been interviewed by the woman.
A small Oriental man had admitted her into this expensively furnished apartment, and now after a few minutes of waiting, the portly smiling Tse Ling himself came into the room, gave her his apologies for keeping her waiting, and bowed low. She saw he was wearing a very ornate silken dressing robe. She thought it odd that he should have been taking a bath at this time, when her appointment had been arranged. She had been on time to the dot, she was not early or late, and yet he had not been ready for her.
He poured her a drink and started to talk about the impending company that he was getting together. She sipped at her drink. It was strong, rather like a concoction of whiskey and other spirits. She did not drink much; the drink was positively too strong for her and she disliked it but feared it might offend him if she at least drink a little. She tried to continue sipping at it. She had heard that Orientals had strange ideas about hospitality being refused, and with the chance to get into a theatrical company at the wage that had been mentioned, the last thing she wanted to do was to upset this important little man.
He went through her previous experience; or rather, her lack of experience. She knew he must have all these details already, but he seemed to be intent on going through every minute detail again.
She wished she had taken more time with her drink, for now that her glass was empty he hastened to re- fill it. By this time, however, she was beginning to acquire a taste for it, not knowing that it contained an oriental aphrodisiac drug; and by the time her second glass was empty she felt strangely relaxed and happy.
She kept answering his questions, but instead of sitting upright in her chair and being very attentive to him all the time, she leaned back more comfortably, quite aware that his slanty little eyes were looking down at her legs, which were not being kept so primly together as had been the case when she first sat opposite to him.
Tse Ling was not sitting quite so demurely as be- fore either. For his part he began to sprawl on his chair, his change of position allowing the silken robe to fall open at the front.
Her eyes opened wide. She could hardly believe her senses, but the portly Oriental was really naked beneath the robe, and not far from her wide staring eyes was a huge glistening yellowish cock.
She knew he was watching her as she tried to avert her eyes from his naked torso. When at last she looked up into his beaming face, she felt embarrassed and ashamed, but when he placed a hand under his long thick dong, she again looked down at it. She saw him gently lift the heavy shaft in his palm.
His voice was teasingly soft as he said, "Young Missie likes, eh? You not feel so shy after the little drink Tse Ling give you eh?"
She felt almost hypnotized as he drew her to her feet, his strong hands on her wrists, pulling her to him as he also stood up. That long thick manly shaft was being sandwiched between his naked hairy stomach and her pretty dress.
He put his mouth to hers...during the long kiss that followed he insinuated his tongue well into her mouth. She wanted to resist, to make it not quite so easy for him, but her will power was gone...it seem- ingly had disappeared into that empty spirit glass.
Before her lips were released from his, she was returning the tonguing and rubbing her tongue-tip along the edges of his thick wet gums and at the back of his teeth.
His hands were gripping her youthful behind through her clothing, and the way he was pulling her against his naked, hard cock and slowly worming his body from side to side was making her experience thrills she knew she should never allow herself with an elderly man, and an Oriental at that...and yet she was getting pleasure from his kissing and his touching...a lot of pleasure.
When he was sure he had excited hid young playmate, he drew her down into the very large soft square-shaped divan that stood in the corner of his luxurious apart- ment.
She lay still, breathing heavily alongside him looking up at him with big eyes, as his hands commenced a thorough exploration of her lovely firm body.
When he briefly stopped kissing and caressing, he gave words of encouragement to her about what a lucky girl she would be if he decided to let her join the small select company he was forming, how much money she would be able to make, how much better off she would be than with her present salary...what an interesting wonderful life it would be...
And while he spoke and petted her, Julie became more dreamy and light-headed, easier to handle, more eager and happy to do anything to please this strange little Oriental man who in some way was developing such power over her.
It was during a long-drawn-out kiss that she felt him finally place his right palm flat on her belly. His long fingers began to knead her dress, causing the material to ride upwards. His fingers increased the pressure, the dress hem rose higher and higher, forming a crumpled ball at her waist within his fist.
She saw him looking down at the stretch of white flesh that now was exposed above the tops of her nylon hose, and suddenly he eased himself over her body, straddling her thighs and lay forward so that his balls and prick lay at the junction where her lemon-colored nylon panties covered her blonde bush. With his fingers he maneuvered the long thick shaft of his cock- flesh so that it lay flat and lengthwise up from her Vee to her belly.
She looked down at her loins, his thick cock looked like a snake resting on top of her panties, the dull yellowy flesh of his Oriental prick making a strange shading contrast with the bright lemon hue of her silky panties.
The licentious Tse Ling was lying in this style for a purpose. He wanted his young aspiring actress to see and realize to what depth his cock would be able to pierce up into her if it was given the chance. He saw from her expression that she certainly understood, that she was trying to imagine what it would be like to have that dong thrust up into her.
Julie had no idea before that moment, that man's penis could be so long, or that it would be capable of entering a woman to the extent that this long thick dick could delve into her.
Tse Ling lay heavily on her firm young body, pressing his mouth against her far from unwilling lips. He pressed hard on the front of her silken body; he knew it would be only seconds before he felt some sort of cunt-response from the young lady.
In a very short time, Julie was feeling that urge from within herself, she pushed her loins against him, trying to writhe her thighs against his thighs, trying to get pleasure by pushing her belly to and fro against that hard long dick that was like a bar of iron sand- wiched between their legs. She no longer thought of the consequences of her actions, she just wanted to satisfy her drug induced urges.
Then he rolled off her to one side, she saw his expression had changed. Instead of a benign sort of kindly sympathetic expression, his face was set into a grim smile or rather a leer. He flipped her crumpled dress higher above her waist, his eyes seemed to be burning deeply into her own slightly glazed eyes, as his hands groped between her thighs.
For a moment or so, his hot hands caressed the smooth naked flesh above her nylon-tops, and then they moved to the bare flesh of her belly immediately above the tight elastic waistband of her panties.
He started to unbutton the front of her dress bodice, his eyes were still burning into hers, as if daring her to blink an eyelid or even dare to think of resisting his eager hands.
For the first time she realized that another person was in the room. Silently and unseen, the little manservant who had let her into the apartment had come into the room, and now he was bending over her from above her head, helping his Master to take her dress right off over her head.
It was the little hand of the manservant that gripped her hands and made her grope down to the heavy testicles and prick of his master. Not that she needed a lot of persuasion. She was like soft putty in their hands, and the heated emotion of hump-lust within her young hard body was making her a willing and eager plaything for Tse Ling. After all he could do things for her if she pleased him. The thought of his age never crossed her mind.
She thrilled and adored the sensation she experi- enced as she held that huge, throbbing prick in her fingers, and drew the foreskin down in the way the manservant had shown her.
Tse Ling had his hands under her knees now, lifting them, making her raise her knees and at the same time he levered her legs well apart...what a delicious fuck- provoking sight the pretty young woman made... Those shapely legs sheathed in the smoky nylons, the sheer whiteness of her thighs above the darker reinforced nylon tops, the pale lemon slither of nylon that covered her sweet young pussy and the dark navy girdle from which stretched the narrow suspender straps that kept her stockings so perfectly in place and taut. Above the top edge of the girdle where it nipped in at her white belly skin her small but perfectly oval- shaped breasts were just being exposed as the manservant carefully unhooked her bra and removed it from her knockers.
Tse Ling was pleased to see that although her nipples were certainly not fully aroused, they were dark crimson in color instead of the pale pink that so many women usually were...this was the sign that she was ready for a man.
The Chinese man knelt close to her allowing her to retain her clasping fingers on his prick and balls, while his manservant busied himself getting the girl's garters unfastened and the nylons rolled down to each trim ankle. He instructed his man to leave the girdle on, as he liked the contrast of the navy elastic tight- fitting girdle against her pure silky white flesh.
He also derived erotic pleasure from watching the young girl tremble with anticipation as she fondled his ever-growing cock and felt the hands of the man- servant at the waistband of her panties.
She knew what she was going to happen when her panties were taken from her, and he was happy to see no resistance in her lovely face.
Her panties were discarded on the floor beside the divan, she lay with knees raised and thighs well open as both the Orientals gazed at the soft wispy "beard" of dark blonde bush at her pussy. The aphrodisiac drug had done its work well. Her soft wet pinkish cunt-lips were agape. They throbbed and appeared to be opening and closing in with her heartbeat.
The old Oriental slid his silken robe from his shoulders. He and his manservant knew what this lovely young girl wanted now at this moment above everything else. He saw her writhing and softly moaning as the manservant continued to caress her long shapely legs and when his long talon-like fingers combed through her bush-hair, she almost went insane with frantic efforts trying to lifting her belly to his hands and rotating her pelvis and thrusting her loins from side to side, as if already she had the hot Oriental cock plunging into her.
Tse Ling stood close to the divan stroking his prick, which had visibly grown erect even during the last few moments. He watched the young white girl writhing under the clever, if wicked, fingering of his lecherous manservant. He knew the little man could use his fingertips in the most fiendish way on a girl's pratt so as to get them as aroused as was humanly possible. Her cunt juice was so plentiful that it slop- ped over her puffed cunt-lips and covered the little man's fingers down to his knuckles.
The elderly Tse Ling now stooped over the writhing figure of the young woman: he moved his face to her belly and then moved it lower to her inviting pussy.
The fingers of his manservant held her cunt-lips apart, so that Tse Ling could detect at once with his tongue, her swollen clitoris. The thrill he experi- enced while 'milking' this white girl's clit with his lips caused his dick to throb almost to the point of orgasm, his balls were as heavy as lead, full of hot- sperm for this horny white girl's belly.
Tse Ling knew they had the pretty young woman to the stage where she would do anything to reach satis- faction. She was a mare who needed a stallion...a bitch who had to have a mating...
Then she was screaming...at first with the startled pain, then with the realization that she was getting the hot cock she craved. Tse Ling had mounted her...he was riding her...it was that massive fleshy prick in her cunt... Her inexperienced but fully aroused body was being filled with the hot throbbing flesh of her 'stallion'...she was having her mating.
The extremely experienced whoremaster, Tse Ling pushed his thick dong of pleasure into his young victim from as many angles as the compass has points. The room filled with the panting cries of ecstasy, the agonizing sweet feminine cries of pain, mingled with lustful pleasure, as the girl was given as through a fucking as she would ever be likely to have again.
The cleverly manipulated cock of the old Oriental was giving her the sheerest ecstasy that any girl could wish to experience and he was starting her on the road that would lead her eventually and in a very short time to the adoration of cock for cock's sake. He was forc- ing her to experience and enjoy the complete surrender of the mind as well as the flesh to the utter bliss that only fucking under his Oriental aphrodisiac would provide for her...he was making her have the hump- experience that would by its very nature force her to want to enjoy it time and time again.
To even contemplate visiting the his private apart- ment, the girl must have been comparatively innocent. By the time she left that apartment she would be so much more world-wise in many ways.
Tse Ling liked his girlie acting aspirants to be innocent, so long as they were healthy and able to be aroused sexually as this young girl had been aroused. As long as they could be made horny and sexy, then he didn't mind how innocent, how unsophisticated or how inexperienced they were to begin with...he would shape them as he wanted them shaped, he would map the path he wanted them to follow...he would guide them...pro- cure them...debauch them, and then sell them.
The little manservant was keeping a careful watch and count of the times their latest young victim was brought to orgasm. He and his Master kept these sort of records to improve their technique with application of the aphrodisiac drug in the drink. They had been able to almost gauge the amount of the drug to use to make a girl reach her peak for a certain number of times. During their experiments they had almost killed one young woman in their efforts to drug her enough to make her experience twenty orgasms before passing out from exhaustion.
They never repeated the experiment on such a scale. They had reckoned this Julie Taylor would have about four climaxes in her young belly. She had already had three, her loins, thighs and Tse Ling's balls and stomach were sopping with her cunt-juice and now as the old Oriental quickened the tempo of his fuck to bring his own crisis to its fulfillment, they saw and heard the girl gasping and screaming in her lust as her fourth orgasm of the evening was reached and passed.
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A heavily breathing old Tse Ling lay alongside her... He had drained himself and her as well, and she wanted to do as he was doing, drift away into a deep sleep, but it was the agitating thin wet lips of the manservant on her mouth that was preventing her from relaxing. He was hurting her with those thin talon-like fingers of his clawing at her naked breasts while he kissed her mouth.
She could feel his long cock was out from his trouser front, and it was clear now that he too was going to enjoy her. With Tse Ling she had neither the strength nor the will to resist, she had wanted him to do what he had done to her...now with this little servant man it was different.
She was satiated. She was revolted by the thought of the wizened old manservant defiling her body. She had the will to resist him, however, but not the strength. She felt his long horrid cock thrust up into her saturated and quite sore cunt-hole. She felt his balls slapping against her crotch, felt him jerking her with every thrust of his slender but strong body and she saw that Tse Ling was lying on his side watch- ing her being fucked by his manservant.
Julie was surprised that she was beginning to derive pleasure from this second hump even though at first she had tried so hard to prevent the servant from doing it to her. He gave her pleasure in the act, even when she tried resistance. A moment after this realization the long thin cock of the manservant exploded its load of hot come high up inside her. She lay still under the scrawny old manservant, feeling his long cock slither from her abused cunt as it shrank into liflessness.
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It was two hours later that she was sufficiently refreshed to leave the apartment. She had been given five hundred dollars as a payment towards her first salary from the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, and was told she would be hearing from the impresario again in the near future, when she would be given more details of the venture. It was, he mentioned to her blandly, a touring company, and they had been offered engagements abroad.
Pleased with her money, happy with the exciting prospects before her, not quite so pleased at the knowledge that she had a plentiful supply of Oriental male sperm in her belly, but happy to think that Tse Ling would not be accompanying on the tour, Julie trotted off home to pack.
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It had been a distressing afternoon. Since just after lunch Susan and her husband Jack Bowing had been going through the cupboards and drawers and suitcases in a small furnished room not far from the Earl's Court Road. They were in the room that had, until recently, been occupied by Tina, Susan's younger sister.
When the girl had left home to come up to live in London, Susan and Jack had asked her to live with them in their small but comfortable semi-detached house in Purley.
But no, the headstrong seventeen-year-old had wanted her own place, had wanted to be independent, and now after only six weeks she had vanished. It was the landlady who had first raised the alarm. She had telephoned the Bowings when the youngster didn't return to her apartment after three nights. At first she thought the girl might be staying with friends, but by mere chance the sharp-eyed landlady had noticed the girl when she met her out shopping in the market. Tina had been hurrying along, anxious not to be seen by anyone she knew, it seemed, and she was not alone. A slimy horrid-looking foreign man had been on with her. The eagle eyes of the landlady had noticed that the man had hold of the girl's arm.
Susan and Jack had come up to town as soon as they had the frantic telephone call from Tina's landlady. They persuaded her not to report the matter to the police, not yet at any rate, they wanted to keep the disappearance of the girl from the knowledge of her mother and father. If they could not trace her or find her by the end of that week, then the police would have to be informed. Until then, they would try and get a clue as to where she might have gone.
The description the woman gave of the foreign man with Tina gave Susan and Jack the idea that he must have been Oriental, and when going through some of the discarded papers and rubbish in Tina's room they found a torn card on which had been scribbled 'The Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency' with its address, the couple thought they might have a lead.
Pretty young Tina had always had a hankering after a life of glamour, a life of bright lights that show business might have to offer a young pretty girl. If she had gotten into the wrong type of Agency, if she had been fool enough to fall for a lot of wild promises that some of the vile men who lure young girls put to them...well...this Ling-Tan Agency might be the right lead.
Reluctant as he was to let his wife go to the office of this Agency on her own, Jack knew this was by far the best way of finding out what sort of organization was run by this Ling-Tan firm. If it was the sort of company that looked for lone girls, it would be quite useless for a man to try to get any in- formation from them.
The only way was for Susan to go along to the office, just on the off chance, as it might appear, to see if they had any suggestions for her, she would pretend that she wanted to go on the stage. From that point of introduction she would see which way the cat jumped.
They tried taking off her wedding ring, so that she could make out she was a single girl without friends in London. They wanted to make it easy for the Agency to lure her if they were that sort of organization. If this approach led nowhere, then plainly it was through this Ling-Tan setup that they were going to trace the missing Tina. If, on the other hand, they showed great interest in Susan despite her lack of dramatic or theatrical experience, then this might prove as likely as not an invaluable clue that could lead them to Susan.
The wedding ring had to be put on again. It left a deep impression on the finger when it was removed. This might well be suspicious to an alert-eyed person.
"Better say you are a widow, dear," Jack told his wife. "They won't be very interested in you if they know you have a husband near at hand."
"No, darling, I just can't say that. I won't think of anything as horrible as losing you," insisted Susan. "I will say you are abroad on business and you won't be back for at least a year. That will help to make a good reason why I am alone in London and why I want to join a theatrical group, to meet friends and fill up my time while you're away. That sounds feasible, doesn't it? It will make them think I'm going to be an easy haul for them, won't it? That, is, of course, if they're the sort of people we think they might be."
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