"Companion Erotica" from the world of Holmes & Watson, a series from Richard Saw. Amazon.com: Richard Saw: books, biography, latest update
Chapter 2 – The Date
I had presumed that Taylor was joking when he said he wanted to go on a date, and I honestly never expected to hear from him again. But a day or so later, he texted me asking when and where we were going. I had to read the text message twice, but it looked to me that he was serious. So I guess we were doing this. I thought about saying no, because where could this possibly go? But he had been so sweet, even with the very kinky things we did, so I relented.
But I still couldn’t believe there was any future in this, so I deliberately did some things that would politely suggest to Taylor that any fantasy he had, simply wasn’t going to work. I booked us into a very elegant restaurant and as I was coming directly from work I was wearing one of my better business suits when I arrived. Part of me felt bad that I was deliberately trying to make him awkward, but you have to be cruel to be kind, right? Surprisingly Taylor was already there when I arrived. And while he wasn’t in anything like a suit or tie, he was wearing a very nice business shirt. Or at least a young person’s interpretation of what a business shirt might be. God, he was taking this seriously.
As I approached the table Taylor’s eyes lit up and he jumped up to greet me. “Hello daddy,” he said, a beautiful smile spreading across his face. I felt myself strangely melting. I hadn’t felt like this with a man in a long time, but this was ludicrous. This was just some young guy who had fucked me really well. I must be getting weak in my old age, I decided.
I leant over, gave him a kiss, and sat down across from him. If this really was a first date, it turned out to be a fairly good one. Taylor talked very articulately for someone so young. He talked about his work at the software firm, and all the projects he was working on outside of the office. Unlike some of the millennials I worked with, he didn’t believe the world owed him a living, nor that his ideas were ground-breaking. He was also fascinated in the work I did, and I ended up telling him a great deal about my life then I usually would.
“There’s just so much I want to do with my life,” Taylor sighed.
“You’re young,” I protested. “You’ve got time.”
“Did you think that when you were my age?”
“Hell no!” I laughed. “Of course not.”
“Oh,” he stopped the conversation. I almost forgot. I got you a present,” he said and handed me a small and very neatly wrapped box.
“What is this?” I looked confused. “You don’t need to get me presents. I thought I was the daddy. If anything, I should be getting you presents.”
“It’s just a little something,” he said with a cheeky smile. “After all, you’re paying for dinner right?” and he laughed, waving his hand to show that he wasn’t serious, though I intended to do just that.
The box didn’t weigh very much, and I still had no idea what it could be as I unwrapped it. As I finally opened it, I spied a flash of lace. It was a tiny little lacy feminine thong. I couldn’t deny it, I felt a tingle in my hole. “Oh my goodness,” I whispered.
“You like it?” Taylor whispered. I had not told him anything about my deepest, darkest thoughts and yet it seemed that Taylor really understood sexual desire much better than people years older.
“It’s um…” I didn’t know what to say. I mean my hole knew what it wanted to say but…
“Go into the toilets and change into it,” Taylor ordered. “And when you come back you can give me your other underpants.”
His tone brook no argument and strangely it totally aroused me. The fact that outside of the bedroom Taylor was still a sweet little twink, made it all the more arousing. I said nothing but did what he told me. I awkwardly undressed in the restaurant toilet, taking my shoes and trousers off and then removing my boxer briefs. I slipped one leg and then the other, into the tiny lacy thong. The touch of it on my hole as it slid between my cheeks made me bite my lip in delight. The front easily covered my dick which, despite the rest of my body’s excitement, wasn’t the slightest bit aroused.
I put the rest of my suit back on and returned to the table, my underpants bunched into my hand. Taylor looked at me innocently but put his hand out for me to pass over my underpants which I shamefacedly did. “Good boy. But how will I know you’re actually wearing the underwear I bought?” he asked.
“Ummm…” I felt flustered, I didn’t know how to respond to that question.
“I guess we’ll have to go back to your place, and then you can show me, won’t you?” he explained, as if I was too simple to understand.
“Oh yes,” I smiled. God the whole thing, Taylor being sweet and adorable, the lace thong, me being befuddled at the thought. I wanted it all so much. “Let me pay for dinner then,” I signalled for the waiter and Taylor smiled innocently.
All the way back to my place, Taylor remained chatty and interested, as if the sexual talk was reserved for home. It was only when we were walking up the stairs did he say anything. “You are such a beautiful, sweet, sexy girl. But now I’m going to take your pussy and smash the doors open, until you can’t stop moaning and you scream my name.”
“Is that want you want me to be?” I whispered.
“Oh no,” he whispered back. “It’s what I know you want to be. You’re the big handsome man out in public, everyone sees you like that, and I want people to think that’s what you are too. The manly, masculine man. But as soon as the door closes you’re a sweet, delicate little princess, who moans and begs for cock.”
“God. It’s like...” I gulped.
“You’ve dreamed of meeting someone like me, haven’t you?” Taylor whispered. “Course you probably thought it would be someone your age or older... but when a real man comes along, you know what a girl has to do.”
“Holy fuck…” I whispered. I didn’t mean to, but sometimes you can’t hold back.
“Yeah, I knew you’d like that. The panties were a bit of a test which you passed with flying colours.”
“There’s more?” I gasped, my key in the door.
“Do you want there to be more?”
“Oh yes,” I gulped.
“You are a good girl,” Taylor smiled. “Well, you want to be a good girl. And so you know that you need to do what I tell you. You know that no one has probably ever fucked you like I did, and I will,” and his hand slapped my arse hard.
“Yes…” I whispered.
“Good. So, when we go inside you’re going to be addressed as a girl. Do you understand? Only female pronouns. Even after the sex has finished.”
“And what do I call you?”
Taylor thought for a moment. “Inside there you call me Daddy.”
“Really?” My eyes flashed wide. “But I…”
“Think about it,” Taylor smiled. “What would a little girl like you call the man who gives her pleasure? And what better name is there for you to show you know your place?”
I was lost in thought as I opened the door and Taylor walked in. “So come on baby,” he smiled. “Why don’t you get naked and show your daddy how sexy you look in your new knickers?”
I didn’t know to say, but I wanted this. I wanted to explore it all now... I wanted to see where this would all lead. So, I walked into my flat and removed my shoes, suit, shirt, and tie without saying a word. Taylor had walked into the kitchen and helped himself to a scotch when I turned to face him, wearing only the little lacy thong. “You like... daddy?” I whispered, not really ready to say the words.
Taylor looked me up and down. “Oh, my little princess. You look so precious in your tiny lacy knickers. And those big titties of yours,” he chuckled.
I blushed and placed my hands over my big pecs and crossed my legs at the same time.
“What is it you want from your daddy?” Taylor asked, smirking at me.
“I want...” I found my bottom lip trembling. “I want...”
“Com’n princess. You’re a big girl now. You need to tell daddy what you want.” And Taylor rubbed that huge cock in his pants. “And I wanna hear you say it all.”
“I want...” and I gulped. “I want your big cock to slide in my tight pussy... I want you to fuck me hard. I want your cum in me, so deep you’re gunna get me pregnant. “
“Why don’t you get down on your knees in front of me,” Taylor whispered. “Like you’ll do every morning after you’ve made me breakfast. In your sweet little lingerie that just covers your little clit.”
“Yes...” I whispered. Taylor spoke words that I had only dreamed of hearing. Maybe I didn’t even know I wanted to hear them. So, I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth.
“That’s it my darling,” Taylor whispered, stroking my head. “All the way in... oh yeah... you take it all in. Can you feel how big it is? Can you feel how thick a man’s cock really is? Mmmm. You like it, don’t you?”
I murmured ‘yes’ without releasing the cock from my mouth. I didn’t want to ever let it go, it filled my mouth, it filled me.
After a good number of minutes of me working that big cock down my throat, Taylor finally reached down and stopped me. “Time for bed, my pretty baby.” And he held out his hand so I could get up off the floor. Taking my by the hand he led me into my bedroom. I went to take off the lacy thong, but he stopped me. “No, no. Leave it on,” he said with a smile. “It covers that nasty little clit of yours. We don’t want that flopping around do we? Making a mess of things. A pretty girl like you should be nice and flat. Why don’t you lie down and open your legs nice and wide for me?”
I did as Taylor instructed, while he undressed and turned to face me, that huge cock bouncing in front of me. “Fuck you’re so hot,” he whispered again, as if surprised that he had lured a girl as hot as me into bed.
“Fuck me Daddy,” I whispered, not sure if I was really admitting to what I had just said.
“Yeah I’m your daddy,” he smiled. “And you’re my girl. And you’ll never forget it.” And then his cock, slick with lube, slide deep into me. And I groaned. No... I moaned. I moaned like I was made to be satisfied this way. I gasped as he withdrew and as he drove back in quickly, I squealed with pleasure. And that night I made no pretence to be masculine. No pretence that we were two men. That night there was one man and one girl in that bed.
The following morning I awoke to find Taylor innocently asleep next to me, with his cock tenting the sheet. I didn’t have to think twice as I crawled over and sucked that cock until his morning load splashed deep in my throat. Taylor didn’t open his eyes, but he did let out a contented moan and stroked my hair as I sucked him.
I got up afterwards and went downstairs to make breakfast, and just as I was finishing, Taylor appeared, nude with his soft cock, still a good seven inches of thick man-flesh swinging between his legs. “Hey baby,” he called. “You seriously didn’t make me breakfast?” He looked shocked.
“I did,” I smiled. “It’s what big boys do.”
“You treat me so good,” he chuckled and sat down at the table, devouring his first helping of pancakes before I had time to even eat one of mine.
“Do you want more?” I couldn’t help but smile at his youthful appetite.
“Only if you will,” he remained so polite it was adorable.
“I’m in my 40s,” I smiled. “I can’t allow myself such a privilege. But you’re still a growing boy, I’ll cook you more.”
“If you’re a good girl and stick to your diet I’ll make sure you’re well fed,” Taylor teased.
“You’re kidding...” I said aloud. I’d just blown him about 20 minutes ago.
“When you’ve finished making those pancakes why don’t you take off that dressing gown and crawl under the table. I’ve got more than enough for my girl.”
Those pancakes were very slapdash, but they were made quickly. I dropped my robe and crawled under the table with the haste of a true slut. And sure enough Taylor’s cock was standing straight to attention. He sat forward in his chair to help me, and I gratefully took his load for the second time that morning.
“I like going on dates with you,” Taylor said, reaching up to kiss me on the lips as he was leaving. “Can I see you again?”
“For a date or just sex?” I said, a little sarcastically.
Taylor looked quite hurt, but he covered it up with a brave smile. “I know we’re years apart in age and all that. But I’m game to see where this goes if you are. And I really like you.”
His youthful innocence melted the heart of this bitter old queen. Maybe there could be a future. “Very well,” I sighed. “One more date.”
Taylor’s face broke into a huge grin. “You won’t regret it Daddy,” he smiled.
I must have looked briefly confused at him calling me ‘Daddy’, so he quickly added. “I’m outside the flat.” And he lent up, gave me another kiss, and skipped down the hallway. “And don’t worry,” he added, truing around briefly. “Not every date has to end with sex.”
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