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Nothing in Life is Free — 05
I’m Bishop. I’m a middle-aged, balding guy who has a penchant for younger women. Nikki is twenty-two years old and has been living in the efficiency apartment over my garage for the past four months. She was homeless, dirty, smelly and hungry when she moved in. Over the past four months the ugly caterpillar has transformed into a very pretty butterfly. She’s not a classic beauty by any means but, to my eye, she’s absolutely lovely.
Nikki has straight, dark, almost black, shoulder-length hair. She’s nearly six feet tall and naturally slim. She’d been positively skinny when she moved in; her ribs, collar bones, shoulder blades and hips were all very pronounced. Now that she’s been on a steady diet of home-cooked food and the occasional take-out pizza, beer and ice-cream she’s begun to fill in. She has a beautiful smile now that her face has filled out a bit. Her stomach is still flat as a board and quite muscular but her tits seem to have grown slightly. They’re still only just teacup sized but they seem to be fuller now. They’re topped by small, pale areolas and long, perpetually stiff nipples that always seem to be trying to tear their way through whatever fabric covers them. Nikki hardly ever wears a bra and is fond of wearing small, tight t-shirts that never get anywhere near the tops of her tight jeans, let alone her shallow belly button.
Nikki’s ribs can still be seen but they’re not nearly as pronounce as before. Her thighs have thickened a bit but there’s still a wide gap between them through which daylight can be seen. Her boyish hips are very narrow, they’re only slightly wider than her thin waist but her ass has filled in very nicely. It’s still very slender with large dimples on either side but it’s firm, muscular and very nicely rounded. Her tits may not be quite a handful but her butt cheeks are just a little more than a handful.
It’s difficult to describe Nikki’s personality. She’s very odd to say the least. I’m not certain but I think she may have Asperger’s Syndrome. She seems naïve about some things but she’s very bright and articulate. Her own mannerisms and her reactions to people and situations are always just a bit ‘off.’ She’s usually very polite and friendly but she’s also brutally honest and very blunt. She’ll tell a complete stranger that he has bad breath.
I’ll admit that I wasn’t happy at Nikki’s arrival. Without any plans or means of support she’d left her wealthy parents’ home at age twenty-one. She was demanding, obstinate and spoiled. I’d agreed to let her stay rent free in the apartment above my garage until she could get on her feet but that wasn’t working out. I had to buy her some clothes to wear and even the simplest hygiene products like soap, shampoo and a hairbrush.
Nikki was always ravenously hungry. She could eat an entire large pizza in one sitting and still eat a heaping bowl of ice-cream for dessert. On top of that Nikki could drink an entire six-pack of my favourite craft-brewed beer before she started to show any outward signs of inebriation.
She had gotten a job stocking shelves at the local drugstore but had been fired after only two weeks when the manager caught her in the storeroom blowing the clerk in exchange for a bag of candy. Her excuse had been that she was hungry.
When I found out she was still blowing the occasional stranger in exchange for a Big Mac here and there I put my foot down. I told her that if she was going to stay rent free, she was going to have to start giving me sex. She hated the idea of having sex with a man who is the same age as her father but the idea of being hungry and homeless was even less appealing. So, we came to an agreement; in exchange for a place to stay and at least one full meal per day, she would have sex with me and only me.
That agreement has now evolved. None of Nikki’s previous lovers had ever brought her to orgasm. She’d had at least a dozen sex partners and given dozens of blowjobs but no one had ever given her an orgasm. She always thought of sex as something that guys enjoyed and that the only orgasms she’d ever have were those she’d give herself in private. That is, until the first time she’d had sex with me and she experienced her first orgasms with a partner. I got her off with my fingers, my mouth and my cock and she couldn’t get enough. She was now as hungry and demanding for sex as she had been for food.
Nikki turned out to be an adventurous lover. She doesn’t seem to have any gag reflex so she’s able to take my cock into her throat with ease. She loves sex in any position and, after getting over her initial fear, has even admitted that she enjoys anal sex. At more than twice her age, I’ll admit that I was having a little trouble keeping up with her appetite so we recently modified our agreement. Nikki is allowed to have sex with someone else if she first gets my permission. This resulted in a wild threesome with me, her and my best friend Paul.
So, now things have changed. Nikki is very content and canlı bahis says she’s in love with me. I’m finding that I’m also very content and that I’m falling in love with this odd little waif. Now what?
Nikki waltzed into my kitchen early on Saturday morning after our Friday night romp with my buddy Paul.
“Good morning. What’s for breakfast?”
“Good morning, Nikki. I’m making eggs, bacon and biscuits this morning.”
“Good. I’m starving.” No shocker there.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. I was really tired after last night.”
“Was that fun?”
“Yeah! Can we do it again?”
“Sure, but not today. I don’t think Paul is coming over today.”
“OK. Will you fuck me then?” She was, as I said, very blunt about most everything.
“Sure thing, Nikki. I’d love to but let’s have breakfast first. OK?”
“Sure.” She sat down in her regular seat at my kitchen table and waited patiently for her breakfast. She was dressed in her tightest blue jeans and her tiniest t-shirt. She might’ve had a thong on but I couldn’t tell. She was also barefoot, as usual.
I served her four eggs, two biscuits, several slices of bacon and a tall glass of orange juice. I held another two eggs and some bacon in reserve as I knew she’d probably want more. The reserve turned out to be a wise decision as she did indeed ask for more. This girl could eat!
She was still eating her breakfast when I pushed back from the table and carried my dishes to the sink. I put the skillet into the sink and started washing up. I turned around to get Nikki’s dishes and found her standing in the middle of the kitchen nude from the waist up, having tossed her t-shirt in her chair. She was wiggling out of her jeans and revealing that she did indeed have on a thong. They were bright red and they hit the floor on top of her jeans.
I picked up the dishes from the table, rinsed them and was bending to put them in the dishwasher when Nikki came over, leaned her butt against the kitchen counter next to me and started running her right hand across her belly and down to her bald pussy. She spread her tight lips apart and rubbed the length of her pussy several times before settling in and concentrating her efforts with two fingers on her clitoris.
I moved back a couple of steps in order to take it all in. I just stood and watched as she rubbed herself harder and faster. She was spreading her wetness liberally between her thighs and all the way up across her smooth pubic mound.
“Uh huh. I’m horny.”
“I can see that. Are you going to cum?”
“Uh huh.” She bit her lower lip and stared into my eyes as she intensified her masturbation.
I was so stiff that I had to reach into my shorts and rearrange things so that I could stand up straight without hurting myself.
Nikki set her feet apart, bent her knees, spread her thighs more and began pressing hard and rubbing herself with her entire hand. She started to emit little grunts “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” as she continued to stare directly into my eyes. After a little less than a minute of this Nikki started cumming. She started bouncing on her toes and thrusting her hips into her hand as she got herself off. She never broke eye contact.
After a couple of minutes, she started to slow down and breathe more regularly. She cupped her entire pussy with her hand and sighed deeply. Her hand was visibly wet. I was afraid that my shorts were going to be visibly wet from all the pre-cum that I was leaking.
“That was beautiful. I love watching you cum. Do you masturbate a lot?”
“Yeah. Probably about four or five times a day.”
“Do you usually get off standing up like that?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I do it in bed but sometimes I do it in the shower or in my chair. Once I did it while I was sunbathing in the yard.”
“The backyard, I hope.”
I have a privacy fence but a couple of my neighbours have second story windows that overlook my yard. Those neighbours have undoubtedly discovered Nikki’s less than bashful nature but nobody has ever complained.
“Do you like watching me?”
“Yeah, Nikki. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you get yourself off and I really liked it. Will you do it again for me sometime?”
“Sure. Whenever you want. I like making myself cum. It’s easy”
I started to strip off my t-shirt as I headed for the living room. Nikki, already completely nude, followed me. I dropped my shorts on the floor, sat in the middle of the couch and, without words I invited Nikki to sit on my lap.
Nikki sat facing me. She put her hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head and leaned in to put one of her lovely little tits in my mouth. I kissed and suckled her nipple until she shifted and put her other nipple in my mouth. I let her show me what she wanted. She went back and forth feeding me her nipples and each entire tit for several minutes. All this time she was pressing herself into my lap. She didn’t take me inside her but bahis siteleri rocked back and forth, rubbing her pussy along the length of my rigid cock.
Nikki rested her chin on top of my head and moaned as I continued to stimulate her tits with my mouth and tongue. She abruptly sat up straight, dropped all her weight onto my lap and leaned hard against me with her tit in my mouth. She gave a series of squeaks and drenched my cock.
She didn’t wait to recover before sitting back a little, reaching down between us, grabbing my cock in a tight fist and basically shoving it into her cunt. Once she’d accomplished this she started to rock again, then bounce, gyrate, and generally go completely spastic on my lap. She had a look of deep concentration as she focused hard on her task.
Eventually she developed a rhythm. She put her hands on my shoulders and started to ride me as if ‘posting’ in an English horse saddle. She would come down hard, slide forward, come up and back and repeat. For my part I held my hands at her waist and let her do the work of making me cum.
I can usually hold out for quite a while but after all the verbal and visual stimulation, coupled with her riding skills I didn’t last long at all. “Honey, I’m gonna cum.”
“Uh huh.” She only intensified her efforts.
“Oh, Nikki,” I sighed and bucked underneath her as the spasms started. My muscles clenched involuntarily at least eight or ten times and I let myself go inside her.
I started to calm down and pulled Nikki against me. She sat, with my cock buried inside her and hugged me tightly. I returned her hug and said, “You’re really wonderful. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Blunt and honest as usual.
“Did you like that?”
“Yeah. I love it when you cum.”
“You make me really happy, Nikki.”
My cock started to soften and I could feel my cum starting to leak out of her pussy onto my balls. Nikki put her hand under herself; cupping it over her pussy she disengaged and got up from my lap. She didn’t head straight for the bathroom as I expected but instead stood in front of me, feet spread apart with her hand cupped between her thighs. She let my cum drip out onto her hand and then brought it to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and seductively licked our combined cum off the palm of her hand. She looked straight into my eyes while she licked and then sucked each individual finger into her mouth. Like a cat, she cleaned her hand thoroughly before leaning in to kiss me.
Nikki stuck her tongue in my mouth and kissed me deeply. I was a little freaked out that I was not just tasting her but I was also tasting myself. This was completely new behaviour but I was too turned on by her to say anything or to do anything other than kiss her back.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, “You’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you?”
Nikki, stopped and stiffened a little. She looked at me with real concern in her eyes and said, “Sorry.”
“Oh! Honey! No! I didn’t mean that in a bad way. Not at all. I love it that you’re such a nasty girl when you’re with me.”
She softened a little.
“Nikki, you should always strive to act like a nice young lady in public but it’s perfectly fine if you act horny and nasty when it’s just me and you. As a matter of fact, I love it.”
“OK. You’re not mad?”
“No, that was really sexy. Where did you learn that?” I was afraid she was going to tell me she’d learned it from the mailman or some stranger in the park.
“I read a story in a magazine. I was really horny when I finished so I decided to do it with you.”
“I see. Well, it was very sexy. I don’t think it’s for every time we have sex but it’s good to try new things.”
“Oh, good!” I watched her skinny little butt as she headed toward the bathroom.
I pulled on my shorts and my t-shirt and sat back on the couch. When Nikki finished up in the bathroom, she came back to the living room and sat down next to me. She was still completely nude but seemed unbothered by it, almost unaware.
“Nikki, I need to talk to you about something. OK?”
A brief look of concern, “OK.”
“It’s nothing bad. It might be good. We’ll see.”
She sat quietly and looked me straight in the eye.
“Nikki, I’ve grown very fond of you. I never expected to but I’m falling in love with you.” Her eyes brightened and her face broke into a wide smile.
“I love you.”
“I know, Nikki. That’s very sweet. I’ve been thinking…”
She continued to sit passively and wait for me to finish.
“I… Uh… Uhm… I’ve…” I finally just blurted it out. “I’ve been thinking that you should move in here with me instead of living alone in the apartment.”
“Really?” Huge, bright smile.
“Yeah. I’m not sure how it’ll go. It might not work out but maybe we should try it on a temporary basis. If you don’t like it or if I change my mind then you can always go back to the apartment. How does that sound?”
“It sounds nice.”
“We would be spending a lot bahis şirketleri more time together. We could sleep together or I can clean out my office and make that your room with your own bed.”
“Can I sleep in your room, with you?”
“Yeah. We can try that.”
“I’ve never slept with a guy before.”
I chuckled, “Most of the time when people say that they’re ‘sleeping together’ they mean that they’re fucking one another. In this case we’re talking about actually sleeping together.”
“Yeah. We can fuck and sleep together too. I like that idea. I like it a lot.”
“So do I Nikki, or I wouldn’t be asking you. There will have to be some other changes too.”
She just sat and waited as if for instructions.
“I’d like to have your help around the house. I’ll need you to help keep the house neat and clean. We have the small bathroom off the kitchen but it’ll mean sharing the master bathroom. We’re going to be sharing things more often and we might get in each other’s way. It’ll take some getting used to.”
“I won’t be in the way, I promise.”
“Would you like to go and get your things and bring them down here today?”
“Yes!” She practically jumped up and sprinted, completely nude, to the backdoor.
I spent the next half hour cleaning out half of my closet, two drawers in my dresser and half of the double vanity in the master bath. Nikki came back and found me in the bedroom adding another set of pillows to my king-size bed. She was dressed in her black slacks and one of two blouses that I’d bought her. She was still barefoot. She was carrying her old backpack and an armload of books and magazines.
“You can put your things in this side of the closet or in either of these two drawers. I’ve also made room for your things in the bathroom vanity.”
She hung her sundress and a blouse in the closet and put the rest of her clothes neatly into one drawer. I noted that there were only two pairs of jeans, two t-shirts, several pairs of thong panties and a barely worn sports bra. She had various other small items for grooming that she put in the bathroom but that was about it. She just didn’t have much.
“That’s all you’ve got?”
“Where are your shoes?”
“You don’t have any shoes? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you’d be mad.”
“Nikki. I’m not mad that you broke your shoes. I’m a little mad that you didn’t tell me.”
“You’re not going to throw me out, are you?”
“No! Just because I get annoyed doesn’t mean that I’m going to throw you out. I want you here as much as you want to be here. I’m not going to throw you out.”
“Dad threw me out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that sweetheart, but I’m not your dad. I may be old but I’m nothing like your dad. OK?”
“Yeah.” Her expression said she was still a little worried.
“We need to go get you some new shoes and you’re going to need more clothes too.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“OK. That’s another thing that’s going to change with this new arrangement. I’m going to support you a bit more. I’ll get you some more clothes and some other things like makeup if you want. I’ll have to rent out the apartment so that there’ll be enough money but, in the meantime I have enough to get you some clothes if we’re frugal. We’ll go back to the thrift store again. OK?”
“Oh, Thank you, Bishop! That’s wonderful!” She actually danced a little jig.
I pulled on some jeans and a polo shirt and tried my best to convince Nikki that she had to put on her sports bra under her blouse before leaving the house. In the end she opted to change out of her blouse and slacks and into her sundress to avoid the need for a bra. I gave her an old pair of flip-flops that were too big for her and off we went.
We drove back to the thrift store. I wanted to know what she’d choose so I gave her a shopping basket, sat down on a bench and told her to, “Go get some new clothes.” She just stood and looked at me, not quite knowing what to do.
“Look, Nikki. You know what you like to wear. Go choose things that you want to wear. Be sure to try them on and make sure they fit and try not to spend more than a hundred dollars. I’ll wait here until you’re done.”
“A hundred dollars!?”
“That should be enough to get plenty of clothes here.” I worried that she considered me cheap.
“That’s a lot of money!” I felt relieved.
“It’s OK. Be sure to find at least two pairs of shoes too, if you can.”
Off she went; wheeling her shopping cart in front of her and browsing through every rack of clothing. We were going to be here for a while.
It took almost two hours but she met me near the front of the store with a half-full shopping cart. She said she had everything she could possibly want.
“Did you find shoes too?”
“Yes. I got two pairs and a really cool pair of boots too.”
“OK, let’s go see how much it all costs,” and we headed for the cashier.
Nikki had apparently been quite frugal. Her purchases only came to just over eighty dollars. I gave her the remaining twenty dollars and told her that it was hers to keep and spend any way that she wanted. She grinned so widely that you’d have thought that I’d handed her a gold bar.
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