She was taught what to do

A couple of weekends ago I spent a weekend in Melbourne. I was at a loose end and messaged a few girls on AMM. I was after a younger, submissive girl. One who was looking for an older guy to take control and do what he wanted with her. Luckily there seems to be quite a few of these girls in Melbourne and I found one who was free.

We chatted on MSN briefly - just long enough to know that we were after the same thing. She was shy but clearly in need of a man to take control, to make her do the things she really wanted to do. We arranged to meet in the bar on the 35th floor of the hotel I was staying in. I asked her to wear a short skirt like the one she had in her profile pic, and to not have anything under it.

As soon as she walked in I saw her. She was 23 and although lacked confidence was very pretty. We sat down and chatted and I watched as she gulped down her drinks. By the time she'd had her third she was feeling relaxed and clearly pretty ready for some fun. We were sitting in chairs, close, facing each other and I asked her if she'd not worn any underwear as she'd been told. She said yes. I ran my hand over her left knee and under the outside of it to support its weight. Then I told her to lift her knee up to show me, so I knew she was telling the truth. She looked around a bit nervously and then did so, revealing her beautiful young, completely waxed pussy. I told her it was beautiful and that it was making my cock hard. I lifted her leg a llittle higher and put her shoe up on my the edge of my chair so I had a perfect view - and then started running my hand up her leg. She quickly spun her head around to see if anyone was watching. At the same time she instinctively tried to put her leg down but I was holding her leg just above the ankle with my other hand while I continued to slowly run the other up the inside of her thigh. She looked nervous and tried to close her legs but I gripped her ankle and told her in a firm voice to stop. I told her she'd this is why she'd come to meet me. I told her firmly I wanted to keep looking at her pussy, and I was going to touch it, right here in the bar. Somehow me taking control seemed to relax her a bit. I told her she was going to keep her leg raised and her thighs apart and that I was going to slide my fingers into her cunt and she was going to sti as stlll as she could so as not to draw attention.

And that's what I did. As it happened we were in a moodily lit, quiet lounge area of the bar without too many people around. I very gently pushed her back into her chair, lifted her leg a little higher and ran my hands up until my fingers were brushing against her lips. I could feel she was already wet. I pulled my hand back and wet my fingers with my lips, then put them back, sliding one finger slowly in. She gasped but I told her to be still - that I wanted her to keep perfectly still while I explored the inside of her and that I was going to use as many fingers as I wanted for as long as I wanted.

Over the next 10 minutes I ran my fingers all around her lips and up inside her - slowly - but as far as they could go. By now she was very wet and horny as hell. She asked if we could go upstairs to my room. I told her we could, but not yet. I told her I was going to take her up there later and when I did I was going to work her over slowly and for hours. I was going put cuffs on her legs and tie them to the corner of the bed and make her so wet she'd be begging for my cock. And that finally when she couldn't take it anymore - when I'd kissed, and fingered and slapped her pussy til it was red and aching - I was going to rub my thick cock against it and slowly drive it in, all the way to the hilt til she was gasping. That'd I'd fuck her slowly, but hard, or fast and hard, or fuck her with her hands held down above her head, or fuck her from behind while I pulled back on her hair, or fuck her up against the floor to celing window that looked over melbourne, slamming her pussy again and again.

But for now she'd have to wait. For now I wanted her to learn further back in her chair, with her one leg up and her tiny skirt pulling back a little to show her wet cunt - and that I was going to call over the waiter to order another drink while she sat there like that.

By now she knew I meant what I said and she didnt resist - just listened, then did what I had said. I motioned to the waiter we wanted more drinks. He was around 30 and good looking I suppose. He came towards us and as he rounded the partition shielding us from the other bar area I could tell from the change in his body language that he'd seen my girls legs apart, and tight wet pussy peaking from below her skirt. I pretended not to notice and ordered us two more drinks - a double vodka for my girl. He didnt' say anything but I could tell from the corner of my eye he didn't take his eyes off her young cunt for the whole time he was there.

The bar wasn't very busy and I knew he'd be back with our drinks in just a few minutes. I reached my hand around and lifted up her other leg so both feet were on my stool on either side of me and her skirt rode up completely exposing her. I reached forward and slapped her pussy a few times. She smarted but I told her that she'd be getting more severe discipline than that soon. I could see the drinks were almost ready. I spat in my hand and lubed her up so her lips glistened under the light and told her I was going to the toilet. I told her the waiter would come over and I wouldn't be here but that she had to leave her feet where they were. I told her her he would see how wet she was - that she'd have nowhere to hide - but that she had to leave her legs up the whole time he was delivering the drinks and that she should spread them further if she saw him looking.

Then I went to the bathroom. I could see he was on his way as he left. I went inside and looked at myself in the mirror and waited one, minute minutes. I knew he'd be at our table now - would have put the drinks down, and if he wasn't gay and had half a brain would have said something to her - anything to drag out the experience so he could take in more of her perfect little gift.

I was right. When I came out his back was to me and he seemed to be saying something. I moved quietly back to our chairs and he saw me just before I arrived, suddenly straightening, afraid he'd been caught in the act.

I smiled at him and nodded in her direction and made a comment that it was a beautiful sight. He agreed and smiled, although was a little unsure how to take it all. I stepped over her leg and sat back in my seat and pushed her legs further apart with my knees. I explained that she had come to my hotel so I could use her body, to train her how to use her cunt to please a man. I said I'd need 2 or 3 hours to teach her the basics but if he wanted to come by after that he could test how well she'd learnt. That he could knock on the door, come in and he'd do what he wanted to her. That he could fuck that tight pussy after me, but first he'd want to slide his fingers into her mouth, to open it up so she could take another cock into it. All the time I was saying all this I was sliding my finger in and out of her, and when I said certain things I could feel her muscles spasm tighter around my knuckles. It was then I knew I'd picked the right girl. She was shy, but she couldn't help herself. She needed a man's cock and she needed a man who knew how to give it to her in a way she was to shy to ask. I could tell I was in for a fun night...