Lolita Susi – A wacky story of a strange relationship …
George Genders is “back to net”. After several exciting years in which I am admittedly somewhat disappeared into oblivion, here’s a fresh start with a little history first.
Happy reading. Comments are of course welcome.
Chapter 1: A Conquest
I had to admit, I was horny for her. She stood by the roadside, as if waiting for a friend, casually leaning against one of those little gray boxes in which the telephone companies, the lines merging of entire blocks. I had become horny from the moment in which I had seen them. She wore a denim skirt and a T-shirt, dark long hair and a slightly gammlige bag thrown over his shoulder. What they had probably drifted down here? This was food line drugs. Here romped marginalized existences, some of which were even sent by their parents or partners on the dash to the miserable social assistance or who have never until the end of the month reaching Hartz IV some assistance supplement. But this little bitch over there was still quite fresh, unused, perhaps even a little inexperienced. I actually knew what she was doing here, and even that was not the truth, but more on that later.
I stood on my car and smiled at her.
The game which I had prepared meticulously for so long could begin.
She saw me, nodded hesitantly, which amounted to a kind of question. I nodded back and got in my car. She came over to me opened the passenger door and climbed without the usual cliched “oh sweet,” just one.
“Hi,” I greeted her kindly and looked at it this closely. She was very slim, almost bust, a little childish cheeky little nipples pressed themselves through the T-shirt and revealed that she wore nothing underneath.
“Hi,” she smiled back and her anxiety was obvious she was shaking really. “Masturbation is 5, bubbles 10, fucking 20!” Her lips trembled at every word.
I burst out laughing, laughing heartily, what drove her blush.
“Girls, girls, is that you do today for the first time right?”
Large dark eyes looked at me quizzically. She just nodded.
“So I could fuck you so now just 20 € you press in your hand and it would be good, but I like you, so I now tell you something. You are young, very young, much too young and you know. “Her eyes widened a bit more still, as if they were just caught doing something. “No, no, do not worry, I’m not the police, but one like you, so young and well maintained, no Heroinhure cheap, but a nice girl who gets a lot more for your job. 30 € for masturbation, 60 for bladders and 100 for fucking and as a special offer you offer for an hour for 200. Special requests are extra. And when you first get into a car, you say your name, even if it’s not your real name should be. Take one that sounds good, go to the men who love men like that, because most guys are looking for here just a little horny security, because you do not get at home, then there is a nice name is helpful, it helps to reduce barriers and loosens up the whole. For then the money bag sits a little looser and it makes you easier to earn your money. ”
“Aha,” and after a pause of a few seconds, “My name is Lolita,” came the shy response, and I could no longer laughing.
“Wow, you should choose a name you do not necessarily who is perhaps somewhat exaggerated.” Curled myself with laughter.
The girl next to me was slumped in a heap of small and large round eyes looked at me imploringly slightly, like a little school girl who had been caught cheating and now begs for leniency to the impending trouble to reduce a little. “My name is really so,” and despite a certain amount that was evident everywhere in her voice. I had to smile again wanted me to note, however, as little as possible and let responded only as calmly as possible: “What more fitting for a name”
“Tell me, how old are you anyway?” I asked playfully genuine ignorance.
“I’m 18,” came the defiant reply, which sounded to me as credible as saying the sun is green. She must have seen me that her answer had not sounded sincere, even if they did have been. She rummaged in her purse and handed me her card but actually under their noses.
Lolita Zusanna Slakowsky, born 19.03.1990.
I did my best interest and had to ease my anticipation did not give me leave to remark all too clearly. But I was on the right track and I hoped it would continue to run so well.
“Want to fuck you now?” She interrupted my thoughts.
“Nope, not now,” I replied, “Not yet, but you should not waste your time with me.” And so I gave her a 100, – EUR bill under the nose.
“And what can I do this?” Said Lolita little insecure. It was obvious that they had virtually no experience, which I liked so much the better again.
“Nothing,” I replied. “If you want you can go, but if you want more,” and while I wagged a whole bunch of 100, – EUR bills, then you can also live here. The decision is up to you
Their uncertainty was clearly felt, but their curiosity was aroused, it was her eyes to remember clearly.
“What do you think of visiting an iced coffee?” I asked.
“Okay,” was her terse reply.
The iced coffee I was looking for us a quiet, somewhat remote corner. I ordered a large nut cup and an espresso and a big strawberry ice cream for Lolita. I asked her, not even whether they liked even an ice cream. She would, she should decide to stay, will soon have to get used to it, which would determine from now on I.
The ice, however, seemed to like it. Just as they have a large strawberry in her sweet mouth balanced, I asked her: “How many have you fucked a hooker-free already?”
She shrugged lightly together at my direct approach and her face was the color of a strawberry on her spoon. With a penetrating gaze, I looked into her brown eyes and gave her to understand so that I expected an answer.
“No,” came the answer that I had somehow expected.
“Why?” I asked in a gentle but determined tone that made it clear that I do not want, why they had not had a free man, but that I wanted to know much more what she had ever made to it on the try to stroke.
“I had stress with my old man and ran away from home, but I can not pay my rent tomorrow and if I can not make an initial deposit, I fly out of the apartment. And … ”
I waved him off. I no longer listen to, I knew the rest
“And how much?” I asked.
“600″ Lolita murmured softly. I slightly whistled through his teeth, for the little that was certainly a pretty penny, especially associated with the prices which they had first made themselves, they would get the money together, may not close her legs.
I started asking myself, was it really so naive, or maybe a little horny nature. I would get it out. I put a stack of 100 on the small table, but kept my hand on it, so that the money was hidden underneath a little.
“Would you want this?” I asked with a sweet smile.
Lolita seemed undecided whether you should respond to my offer, they seemed to have a little fear. But I was sure that she would lose as soon. With an encouraging gesture I made her understand that I expected an answer. Very quietly got a “yes” from my new conquest. Well, the next step was done. Well then let’s see.
“Do you wear a slip under your skirt?” I asked bluntly. Lolita nodded.
“Take it off!” I commanded in a low voice. Lolita glanced in the direction the toilet was and wanted to get up just as I determined with a “Here!” Stopped.
Her eyes widened, so as if to say, “that is not serious!”, But my eyes told her it clear how serious was this to me.
Somewhat uncertain, scared she looked around the iced coffee, and when the realized that we were largely unobserved, they slipped a little on the chair back and forth. Only the trained observer would notice, perhaps, what was going on.
“And now,” she asked, one hand still on the table. I knew why she sat there. The operation was at the next table and wiped it and looked at it every now and then over to us. Lolita was really excited with her sweet looks, the attention of the young Italian.
I waved the Italian boys. Lolita did not, finally, that I knew him from previous visits here in the iced coffee. Luigi looked at my hand under the stack of 100 euro notes only partly concealed, and grinned.
With a gesture I gave him to understand that he should sit next to Lolita. As I expected, as did Luigi I had told him.
“Hey Luigi, have you a moment for us?” I asked with a grin, not hide the joy of being able stunned face of Lolita.
“Si signore,” he confirmed my question with a nod.
“Luigi can imagine, I,” I gestured with a nod in the direction of Lolita, “Lolita, my daughter!”
That hit home. The shock was formally written into Lolita’s face. But how was paralyzed on her chair and stared at me.
“He had the intention, I think Lolita will contact you to thank for the good and ask for a glass of ice water does not, my child!” I grinned at her cheeky face.
Luigi thanked politely and handed Lolita’s hand.
Lolita was deep red in the face. Certainly in part out of shame, because she knew that she now actually Luigi would also have to shake hands, but they still kept hidden under the table to her panties. Second, you certainly did not expect to suddenly when my daughter to be introduced. She was obviously angry at me. But her uncertainty was palpable.
Luigi could also not take his eyes away from the bundle of money, which was half hidden under my hand. I noticed his eyes and said calmly, “pocket money talks!”
“Signore,” Luigi nodded to me kindly, “they are very very generous!”
I smiled again towards Lolita and assured me that she was not about to take flight. Her face was again a mixture of curiosity, lust and fear. Sure, the money on the table was more than tempting, my way of dealing with it had certainly made some very exciting and you fear the unknown, while some was also normal.
I decided to take the next step.
“Luigi, even for me an espresso and a large glass of water for Lolita,” I ordered more than that it was actually a request.
The Italians gave a friendly nod and stood up.
Lush drinking and bribes always opened doors again. Now, should the couple of thousand euros, which I had in the past few months Luigi expect to send. And Luigi seemed to have no interest in losing his “side job”. Nice that he had grasped the principle that fast. I will pay you and I met a small request, I’ll pay a bit more and the requests are unusual and if I paid a lot, the requests were quite exclusive. And with Luigi I had already left very much money, he knew he was more so in my debt, a typical southern Italians, who knew what was proper. But it was time to devote to Lolita before Luigi came back with coffee and water.
“And Lolita, all right?” I said hypocritically.
A slightly embarrassed smile and a quiet “Yes, of course,” was the reply.
“I make you an offer”, I came without much ado, to the point. “Now you work exclusively for me, just for me, and I believe you I do not need to explain what that means!” At the end of the sentence, my sharp tone, and of course did not know what you’re getting into Lolita at it, even if you nevertheless quietly answered yes.
“Your payment you receive daily! As a transfer to your own account, 3000, – EUR for each day the you stand in my service, so good a million per year. If you want to cancel your job, you can do it anytime. The money you’ve earned so far is of course yours! ”
Lolita was as white as chalk. Its interior strike while trying to process what I had just revealed that it was their idea of the sums under nearly blew up and still they nodded almost imperceptibly, as if to confirm.
“The first month I pay in advance and I will not be petty!” I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket and held Lolita two bundles 500, – EUR bills under his nose.
Was it just was already pale, so now escaped even the last color from her face, even her lips were white.
I guessed what this sweet little head was going on, and it was just about too much for her. Ideally she would have asked 1000 questions, but the rattling in the background told me that Luigi would come back soon, and from that conversation, he had not notice I had to hurry me so.
“Do we have a deal? Yes or No? Decide before Luigi is back again, I’m not an offer twice. ”
When I heard steps in our direction, I reached out my hand for the money, but Lolita was faster. They grabbed the money and stuffed it frantically in her purse. Their jugular veins could be seen pulsating. The little one was close to a circulatory collapse, but I had achieved exactly what I wanted. Now it was the delicate little plant “Lolita” to make an orchid.
Luigi asked me the espresso and Lolita the glass of water on the table. As he saw it in her face he stopped short. “Is not you well?” He asked, clearly worried.
“It’s all right,” my voice was harsh and made it clear that I no longer needed Luigi. I casually tossed him the bundle 100 which was still on the table at his little waiter tray. There were certainly a few thousand euros. “Keep the change, get out!” I snarled at Luigi.
With a polite smile and a little bow, which he used this money to disappear from the tray in his pants pocket, Luigi adopted. I would call it now can also gay wop, he would still kindly passed me by. Not as fast as he once earned with his dirty little shops selling colorful pills to young girls, so much money.
Yes, you could say well, I was pretty well informed. Money not only opened doors and made almost everything possible, no, it also gave information which in turn could be used to invest his money wisely, so as in Lolita.
“Well my dear, what do you think of it, if we now only times calmly explain the details of our agreement,” I asked with a gentle smile and an incredibly sweet, slightly shy smile told me I was still on track. Lolita had only sipped a few times in their water, but I had already drunk my coffee, so I stood up and gave her his hand.
I could still feel her insecurity and a slight shiver ran through her body. When I put my arm around her. With a nod and we said goodbye by Luigi, one of us “Ciao Signore,” cried afterwards.
My car before we left the ice cream stand, because my real goal was just a few feet away. Before the entrance of the bank Gallinat arrived, shrugged Lolita back a bit. For they had come to enter such a bank entering a royal family the same. The perfect outfit for such an environment, they did nothing also. But I just took a little bit closer in the arm and pulled her into the bank.
A young woman came to meet us and she frowned a little when she saw my companion. But the good they had walked through the school forbade any further movement and so they quickly put back on her smiling friendliness. “Welcome Mr. Letni what we can do for you?” She asked with the courtesy you could expect from her when one of the best customers of the house entered the hallowed halls of big money.
“I think today what they can do more for my company. It is about time that my daughter learns to go with their money right to, and I think their home is because the best place to support them actively! ”
I was Lolita close embrace, and observed their reaction from the corners. She did her job brilliantly and showed less response than my opponent.
We were encouraged to follow her. Remembering in a cozy room, rather than to a noble living in a bank, we were asked to take place. I chose not the two big chair, the desk faced a serious but a small but beautiful sofa is part of a seating area was to our right.
“I’ll give the boss know that you are there, he will certainly be there the same for her!” Said goodbye to the officers and pulled the door quietly behind him.
“Well, sweetheart,” I whispered in his ear Lolita, “what makes you really horny, money sitting in your pocket or feeling without panties here?”
Lolita responded better than I expected, she learned quickly.
“Both Dad,” she retorted boldly.
“Really,” I asked her and pushed my hand under her skirt and blatantly glided with firm pressure between her thighs. What I felt delighted me. Skin, just bare skin and warm, even downright fierce humidity. Steps revealed that we would soon be no longer with us, so I pulled my hand out again.
“Mr. Letni good day, good day, uh …” faltered my opponent. “Lolita,” I added.
I rose only slightly and gave a “Thank you Mr. Huelsmann for their time,” stressed the hand on the small coffee table. Lolita also stood up and quickly with a slight curtsey she also gave him a hand. I was pleased to learn the little girl seemed very fast and have a good grasp on.
But the view of the banker was less of my supposed daughter, much more than a small coffee table between us, and a look at the reflecting surface quickly made me realize what was there to see it so beautiful. Lolita clothing was perhaps not quite so inappropriate.
“I’ve heard they want to bring her daughter in the financial world a little closer?”
“Just a little bit, I think with her age she is now old enough to learn how to deal with it!”
“Well since she has in her father indeed an excellent teacher, but I did not know that you have such a beautiful daughter.”
I smiled and thought to myself, ‘you did not bag horny that I have a daughter, and certainly not that I have one that you’re going to stare at her naked pussy! ”
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