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Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 06

Continuing this one-third true and two-thirds fictional story about the sexual awakenings of a scaredy cat sexually afraid Singapore virgin's transformation into a playful sex kitten. This series is based on real events in the life of a 20 year-old Singapore resident Asian girl over a three- year period. It is condensed and embellished to allow it to be told in a limited story form with her approval and with fictional names of all characters.

Raised in an orphanage she's never touched a man's body but now finds herself having to give a full body massage to the masterful seducer, erotic photographer Jacques Pardie, 50, who's hired her as a live-in 'Oo-La-La' au pair maid in company with his ex-Parisian bisexual glamour model lover Josette, aged 30.

Selena, not quite 20, beautiful and graceful with her 36-18-34 shapely figure, wakes to a new dawning in her private quarters of the French couple's bungalow in the upmarket area of Bukit Timah in central Singapore. It's a part of the city she could never afford to rent but since being recently employed by wealthy and well travelled French business couple as their au pair, she's found herself living in luxury compared to her cramped quarters across town with the opportunist Indian landlord.

She's beginning to discover that everything comes at a price. The trappings of a fine lifestyle with a caring couple in Jacques and Josette in their luxurious French decor bungalow, the excellent wages and bonuses she can earn, the importance of finding herself in life in a good situation after so many years of orphanage uncertainty has her thankful for this change of direction yet the strict virgin that she is makes her fear she will be seen by the worldly Frenchman as a comparative child after his 30 years of work surrounded by sexy models.

His imposing accent and commanding physique, his gentle ways, confidence and way with words somehow haunts the young Asian girl's senses. Inwardly he excites her but she's not sure why. Perhaps it's because she never knew a father, abandoned as a week-old baby.

She's hardly slept all night overhearing them in their bedroom talking about her. She thinks the intercom connecting their bedrooms was accidentally left open and their conversation was meant to be private between lovers in their bed, but it was a deliberate ploy of the masterful artist of seduction to condition her puritan mind that sex is good. She can't get their words out of her mind... "but she is still a girl waiting to become a woman. I will take her there when she is ready" and then hearing Josette say "you want to fuck her don't you?"...

What were quivers running through her body until then suddenly became tremors of trepidation, the knowledge of what must somehow lie ahead. It strikes mild panic in her mind that "unless she performs in her duties as their au pair" all she has gained is lost and it's back to a life of drudgery and uncertainty, yet the poor girl is in no position to give them what it appears they want: her body, her innocence, the only thing she can say is her own. As she gets ready she realises with horrifying reality the real meaning of a French ménage a trios. She is caught between a rock and a hard place -- the rock in this instance is her rock solid desire to remain a virgin at all costs and the hard place is where his penis resides.

He knows that for a man 30 years her senior, he will require every skill in the book to win her mind before he can win the body of this stunningly beautiful young woman who is totally inexperienced and scared of sex after being indecently fondled over years of outsourced company with a female staff member on weekend stopovers.

Even that it happened between the ages of nine and 16 the latter realisation that it was wrong is embedded in her mind, a feeling of confusion and fear at being touched sexually yet the latent natural desire of a girl who's now a young woman with physical needs based on affection cloud her thoughts. She's instructed by Josette to body massage her employer wearing just her black negligee and to approach him offering to do it as a surprise to please him.

This is something thrust on her; she'd never volunteer to do this but it's Josette's way of forcing her to move on in her life and bury the past events that have stilted her confidence about herself. Physically she is stunning to look at with a near perfect figure but mentally she is naive, gullible, lacking confidence with low self esteem, an academic flop at school even believing that being gullible is something to be proud of. Her poor understanding of the meaning of some words and expressions show up her weaknesses. Her real strength is her absolute innocence, and her natural beauty.

It will dwell within the Frenchman's mind like a drug driving him crazy and unsatisfied until the day he can get her to surrender herself to him. For a man so many years her senior it's a tall order but one he pursues with unrelenting zest, for he must win her mind piece by piece like winning a game of chess. There is no simple single move, but a series of carefully constructed tactics that move by move can move her closer towards him.

The Frenchman wants to meet this self-imposed challenge to test his ability as a renowned seducer. Has he lost it with advancing age? Can a man of 50 sexually attract a young woman just leaving her teens by his presence, not his wealth? He needs to know, and this is why he's employed her. His lover Josette being bisexual is keen to help; knowing that if he succeeds there will be self gratifying rewards for her with Selena, too.

His slow hand approach is chipping away at the fortress-like mindset blocking her willingness to open up to them. Slowly but surely it's working; his many platonic touches and the way he mesmerises her with his sexy soft French accent sends tingles through her body. But Selena is a tiger for protecting her pussy: she's determined to remain a virgin until she finds real love so she can give to her man her only life's possession -- her purity -- knowing how much it means to a man.

Her quandary now is how to cope with what appears to be happening after hearing their bedroom conversation they wanted her to overhear 'accidentally' through the connecting intercom. They've hired her and put her on the path to financial freedom, security and a luxury style living experience in return for something she doesn't want to give up, her only real possession. She can't go back to the old address -- her old job is gone and so too the cheap rent she got from the Indian landlord who's since taken in two saucy school students recently expelled from high school.

Selena has no choice but to continue in her au pair role, never realising at the outset it would amount to wearing see-through body hugging clothes around the house and now, instructions to massage her employer on Saturday mornings. She's never touched a man in her life and despite freaking out at the thought of it, the Frenchman's partner, Josette, insists Selena must do this as a means of helping her mature more in the mind if ever she's going to make a suitable wife for a future husband.

It's 7.00am and she's on her way to his room wearing the black silk negligee she thinks best covers her as it's the only one that's not see-through, even though it's a baby doll length falling to the tops of her shapely smooth thighs. The matching thong-type silk panty is alluring to say the least and barely covers her vulva but she figures it hides her better than the one-piece skin coloured silk body suit she wears without anything under it in the daytime as her so-called uniform. Josette has provided Selena with the massage oils she needs and makes sure she's not in the master bedroom when Selena arrives there for what is surely her most daunting experience about to happen.

He's lying in bed, his face turned away from the door as she enters, just as she hoped. He only knows that Josette has gone to the kitchen and is coming back to massage him as she does every Saturday morning. Her first words seem as though they could be part of a dream.

"Sir, Mr Pardie sir, please wake up, I'm here to give you your massage."

Her voice electrifies him. This is a real surprise, something Josette has not ventured to tell him. He rolls over at the sound of her words. "Selena! What are you doing here?"

"Sir I am here to give you your massage, I asked Josette if she'd let me," she lies.

"Am I hearing things?" he looks at her quizzically, his nudity covered by the satin sheet from the waist down. "No sir, I would wish I could learn from you by doing this. Josette thinks it will help me understand why she loves you so much and how I can appreciate you more," she replies. He's instantly suspicious that Josette has made her do this but he doesn't mind; it can only help him lure her closer to him. Selena is hoping he's wearing something no matter how brief it is.

"Sir I must confess I have never done this before, I've never massaged anyone but I'm willing to learn. You said when you hired me that you would forgive me if I make mistakes until I learn my job better as I go so how would you like me to start?"

His eyes are now wide open and he realises she's wearing just a black negligee, her well formed 36-inch breasts pushing the top of the garment outwards and making the bottom of it barely reach the tops of her youthful thighs. The way she's dressed, standing at the side of the bed with the negligee promoting her sensuality makes her worthy of a young woman ready to make love on her wedding night. He wishes he could lustfully pull her onto the bed alongside of him and have his way with her, her body so seductively appealing to a man who's had many women but is trying to recapture his long lost youth, wanting one more of the age when he started enjoying sex 30 years earlier.

She looks forlornly lost in his huge bedroom waiting his instructions, unable to make a decision what to do first in case she goes about it the wrong way. He asks her to sit on the side of the bed for a few minutes and he sits up, still covered just above his thighs, and puts his arm around her shoulder in a calming gesture.

"This is new to you isn't it Selena? You've never been in a man's bedroom on your own before have you?" he asks, looking at the way she tries to put on a brave face but cannot hide the truth that she's nervy.

"No sir, I feel out of place here. I've never done anything and no one's ever showed me. I think you should have your privacy from me; it's not fair to you that I should see you without clothes."

He puts his hand under her slightly dipping chin, the sign she's trapped and feeling helpless. His other hand strokes the side of her face gently with a reassuring calmness in his action she appreciates."Do not be afraid of the dark, do not be afraid of the light," he says softly in his fatherly-to-her tone. "Do not be afraid of me, what you see of me or what I may think of you. Do not be afraid of showing me how beautiful you look. If I were a much younger man I would pursue you to be my partner in life, such is your beauty and your immaculate character."

She looks at him, and he can see she's close to showing tears. In her mind the way he speaks to her gives her confidence she desperately needs to go on. She wipes a tear falling from her eyes in gratitude for the way he seems to understand how she feels. "Thank you sir, I do want to please you but I've never been alone with a man before like this and massaging you is a new experience. I have never done this sort of thing; I'm afraid I'll look silly in front of you. You will think of me as a girl, not a woman."

Jacques chuckles and makes her smile slightly. "Madam Selena has it ever occurred to you, one being so beautiful and in the prime of her youthful life, that this old man you are about to massage is three times your age and to you, I might look silly?"

"No sir, I never thought of that, I think you are very fit for your age. I 'd never guess you are that old."

He laughs. "Let's drop the word old for a start for we are only as young as we want to be. Age does not weary some people, and that's why when you massage me you will see the dedication I make in staying young shows in the firmness of my body. I have the heart rate of a man half my age and the strength and endurance of a man not more than 40 so I say to you don't be afraid to touch me with your hands because as you rub those soothing oils into my skin you are helping me stay young and vital. Do you think that is a worthy thing to do?"

Cornered, as usual, by his chess-like tactics, Selena half smiles and answers the only way she can."Yes sir. What I do to you will be good for you."

"That's what I like to hear so let's get started by grabbing that big towel on the chair over there and lay it on the bed so me to lie on. Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes sir," she answers, doing as she's told. "And don't keep calling me sir, you can call me Jacques if you wish," he adds.

"Yes sir. Thank you sir," she says automatically as she looks away so he can get settled on the massage towel.

When she turns around the sight of his face down naked body mesmerises her for several moments and she just stands there looking. For the first time she is alone in a room with a man naked and the sight of his masculinity is having a strange affect on her. Timid as she is - and she is - she admires his muscular build, his strong legs and powerful thighs. All her years without a father figure in her life seem to speed home to this single occasion.

She's influenced by this man, she respects him, she finds an unusual and rather unnerving attraction towards him and feels safe in his presence. And now he's lying naked face down before her waiting for her to run her hands over his whole body back and front. It's a daunting moment in her youthful life, something she's not prepared for and a mixture of curious excitement, embarrassment and shyness floods her mind.

Jacques turns his head to the side facing her as she moves in close and starts spreading the oil around his shoulders, rubbing it into the skin and squeezing although there is little strength in her grip on his muscled toned body. Her arm movements, leaning across his body make her negligee rise high enough for him to see up close her black silk thong hugging her vulva, making a pronounced dint as it clings across her clitoris and vagina lips, the shape of her pussy is undeniably so close yet so far. His face is a mere foot away from it as she does his shoulders and moves down his back.

He can smell the sensual delicate scent of the top of the range body perfumes they gave her to wear but her own natural body scent would be enough for him. He's pleased she's using the French products anyway. The view between her legs makes her even more ravenous but for his natural urges it's not the time to scare the horses by personal indulgence when there is such a shy pony in the room trusting him not to ride her.

Selena knows she's doing the easy part -- his back but his soft groans indicate to her he's appreciating her efforts. Jacques can tell the difference between Josette doing it and Selena as the young virgin is more or less stroking and caressing his skin rather than manipulating muscle for tone or using strength where it's needed. He doesn't mind the difference one bit. The longer she goes the more her confidence increases. This is easier than she thought -- but only because she's just rubbing the palms of her hands flat to push the oil into his skin rather than a remedial massage.

Reaching his buttocks she pauses a moment and takes a deep breath just staring at how well rounded, tight and youthful the cheeks look. This is the father figure she always wanted, a strong man but a gentle man, a handsome man she can look up to and respect -- and love. Selena loves this man, but she is not in love with him. But she's certainly falling under his exotic spell of possessing some kind of hypnotic charm she can't quite fathom only that she enjoys being around him and happy in his presence. Secretly she wants to imagine he's the father she never had but deserves.

Seeing the shape of his large penis underneath his tight satin boxers outside the downstairs gym the previous day was a shock surprise, never having before seen a man like that. It resembled a thick iron bar inside his underwear and her first thoughts were to wonder what it must look like in the flesh. She was not to know then that Josette would spring this job on her but she did when she saw the young Asian keep glancing down at the way the swollen shape stood out beneath the tight satin material. In a matter of minutes she will see it uncovered and bolt upright.

From the back even, he looks a commanding sight of raw energy and physical appeal. Masculine powerful -- and she admits to herself -- sexy. The sight of his well developed backside and tight cheeks make her linger longer there and without realising it, she's going over the same place both sides time and time again, admiring his manliness and how solid his bum feels. Like most women, the sight of a tight butt on a man is a turn-on and despite her innocence nature plays a role in the Singapore girl's mind and she can't help but realise she's turned on his raw presence and her sweet spot is getting wet.

As she moves from his butt to his broad muscular thighs she compliments him on how strong he looks. He smiles, his head resting on folded arms enjoying her touch but anxious for the best part to come, and teases her with his engaging accent. "Selena I may look strong in the legs but your presence and your beautiful scent makes me weak in the knees."

This makes her giggle softly to herself feeling she must be doing something right for a change. She squeezes her small hands down between his thighs and he adjusts himself suddenly to give her massaging access. Her eyes widen as she sees his scrotum nestled between the tops of his legs and can't take her eyes off it because he can't see her looking. She knows it's his testes that produce the kind of sperm she saw on the faces of the models he showed her in the portraits on his studio wall. She's never seen a man's genitals before, but only art images of them such as the Statue of David, and she's fascinated seeing the egg-like bulge of one of his testicles squeezed upwards slightly the way he is lying there. Josette cautioned her only to fondle them, not to squeeze them or he'd be in excruciating pain.

She feels like a mere child beside the size of his six feet two inch tall body but behind the lacy silk of her black negligee beats a heart of increasing tempo, the erect nipples of her magnificently shaped firm breasts caressing the silk backwards and forwards as she moves her arms about on his body and unintentionally making her feel sexy.

"Am I pleasing you sir," she asks as she reaches down to his ankles and squeezes his feet and rubs back up to the point behind his knees again. "Yes" he whispers in a tone that's husky and strangely endearing to her ears. Jacques lets out a low groan at the very thought of what it could be like just to leap up and pin her to the bed, rip her negligee from her luscious body and give her a long and riveting fuck. He won't do this of course, that would spoil the sense of the chase. He will be patient beyond belief until somehow in some way on some day she will come to him. That's what he wants to show he hasn't lost his seductive mastery.

She continues to rub gently with her fingertips around the back of his knees and inner thighs where Josette says he likes it. She didn't describe them as erogenous zones in case Selena thinks she'd be deliberately trying to make him feel sexy and he may want to touch her. The sound of his soft groans pleases Selena who's not endeared with much confidence at any time but it suggests to her he's enjoying her hands on his body. Now comes the hard part and from what Josette tells her it will be hard. "Sir, I've done all your back, is that enough for today?" she asks with hesitation in her voice, hoping against hope he will say yes.
"That was very good Selena, and you will get better and better each time after this but now you must do the other side and my thigh muscles are feeling quite sore from the gym workout. I want you to put extra effort in that area above my knees." His reply quickly shatters any false hopes she ever had of getting out of this lightly. His words 'each time' alarm her and she realises this is not a one-off occasion she's hoping for. So much for volunteering - thanks for nothing, she thinks about Josette. As much as she likes being around the man she never intended it to be in this kind of situation.

Jacques turns about quickly and in an instant as he settles on his back she sees his perfectly proportioned penis, fully erect and ready for what may come. He lays back, his hands clasped behind his head smug enough in the knowledge he has her where he wants her -- in a position where she must take in every detail of his major sex organ. Thanks to Josette initiating this bold opportunity it brings the sweet Singapore virgin face to face with reality. But a woman can love a man and not be in love with him, and a woman can be turned on by the sight of a man's erection but not necessarily want it inside her. Selena's curvaceous cunt is wet but for once she's not wet behind the ears knowing she must defend her modesty.

"Oh my God," she utters at the first sight of his nine-inch manhood. "It's bigger than I thought," she splutters not meaning to say it aloud. "Sir, I can't possibly touch you there, it's too personal."

"Don't be afraid of it Selena, it won't bite you," he replies."Now just go ahead and do my chest first, then my legs and you can do my thighs and my cock last as I want you to satisfy me completely."

Trembling slightly and her mind in a whirl, not wanting to look at his erection yet unable to take her eyes off it, the shy teenager is in a state of mental and physical confusion. It's the first time she's seen a man's penis let alone one so big and supposedly ready for action and she's unable to fight back a sudden sense of sexual excitement as nature has its own way of empowering certain responses. Counteracting this natural response her steel trap mind for remaining modest is forcing her to stay in control of her emotions. At school Selena may have been last in the class at mathematics, geography and English, but the spectacular sight of his rocket-like phallus doesn't stop her from correctly adding up its size, where she is at the moment and in plain English what he wants her to do.

She thinks by placing her knees each side of the back of his head to lean across and massage his chest he won't know where her eyes are and she wants to look at his erection without admitting it. Typical of Selina's innocence she's unwittingly positioned herself so that as she leans forward over him to rub the oil on his chest he's looking directly up between her thighs, and from such a close position he can tell her tight thong panty is anything but dry. It's working, he thinks to himself. And it works fine for her too -- for a few minutes. As his skin becomes more slippery from the oil things change dramatically.

There's never a day goes by that Selena somehow doesn't get clumsy and for all her other perfect ways she sometimes should join the circus. Leaning even further over him to reach as far as she can without changing her position her oiled hands moving flat on his skin are naturally slippery and suddenly her hands skid downwards towards his lower abdomen and she falls across his body. The front of her previously impeccable black silk negligee is smattered with the oil and her virtuous vulva lands smack dab on his face. He can't get any closer than this if he's looking to check out how wet she is inside her fragile silk thong.

Reminiscent of her earlier mishaps at the Indian landlord's apartments (Ch 2) falling on her bum and accidentally exposing herself and later, fainting while wearing nothing but a man's t-shirt all because he tricked her into thinking a dangerous spider was crawling on her sole piece of clothing, she's now spreadeagled on top of her employer in a sexy black negligee and frantic.

Selena shouts "Oh!" loudly as she slips, knowing she's stuffed up again, but luckily for her Jacques Pardie couldn't be happier. Her curvaceous cunt is pressed downward onto his mouth and he can feel the wetness. It's extra virgin oil not massage oil he can feel dampening his face. Lips meet lips but not in a way either ever expected. Selena struggles to get up quickly as possible and drops the container of massage oil on his belly and watches horrified as it pours out over him in abundant quantity, trickling all the way down to his closely cropped pubic hair.

She grabs the bottle and gets her balance just in time to push the spilt oil back to the centre of his abdomen so it won't run off his body. Mortified and looking it, she flashes a glance towards him, apologising profusely. "Oh I'm so sorry, so sorry sir, I didn't mean to be so clumsy falling on top of you; I shouldn't have tried to lean over so far."

Inwardly Jacques is overjoyed. She's put herself closer to where he wants her to go.

"Selena look at what you've done to that beautiful brand new negligee, it's covered in greasy oil," he says with an air of authority rising in his tone. "Yes sir, I know, I'm so sorry, I'll go to my room and take it off."

"No, don't do that," he says more commandingly. "Look, you've wet it so much take it off now and use it to mop up the excess oil you spilt."

She looks at him in disbelief, the garment sticking to her skin and making her look twice as sensuous as she seemed just minutes earlier. "Take it off? she wails plaintively. "I'll have nothing on but my thong."

"Yes so you will remain decent if that's your concern. Hurry, we must continue without delay, we are running out of time, it will soon be time for breakfast. Besides you need not be embarrassed me seeing you bare breasted, I've seen as much in your bodysuit except now the oil coming through the silk will make the ends of your breasts rather shiny looking. I can handle looking at that."

Selena kneels beside him frozen like an Arctic iceberg set to melt through climate change she brought about by her clumsiness. "Please sir, I'm so embarrassed seeing you without clothes and doing this job wearing a negligee that was Josette's idea, and now I'll feel ashamed of myself if you see me with nothing on except my tiny thong. Can't I just leave it on as messy as it is?"

"No you must do as I say, and right away. I like tidiness."

"If I do, will you promise not to touch me?"

"Touch you? Touch you? Selena you are so mistaken about my intentions. I won't touch you I promise but you'll be feeling me and that will please me in the end, the end that's growing impatient for the grace of your warm and wholesome touch."

He smiles at her mournful expression, cornered and defeated and yet another time in her young life she does as she's told and lifts the negligee over her head and mops up the excess oil with it, kneeling and when it's done she looks at him what to do with the soiled garment. He's staring at her bulbous breasts and he's right about the oil coming through the silk to leave its residue across the front of her silken white tits, her teats sticking out poignantly in their shiny oil smeared way, so pointed and slightly upturned in line with her magnificently shaped twin sex organs jutting out in a forward thrusting way.

"Put that soaked thing on that chair there," he directs, pointing to where he wants her to go. He studies her bare backside with the thong cord reaching well into the crevice of her sexy posterior, so firm, so young, so alluring, so grrrrr. His penis proudly stands up to its pipe-like fullness saluting this very delectable virgin's innocent beauty as she turns around and her pointy breasts jiggle slightly as she walks over to him to continue the massage as close to nudity as she'll ever get without being completely naked.

"I'm sorry Mr Pardie, it's so embarrassing for me to be in front of you like this; how do you want me to go about it?" she asks, completely forgetting everything Josette told her last night. "Don't worry about my legs now," he replies with relish, "we've lost too much time, I'll move my thighs aside and you can sit your derriere down on the towel between them and put your legs each side of my chest so you can massage my manhood more comfortably."

Her error in the way she tried to massage him from behind his head so he couldn't see her for much of the time has backfired in an expressively inviting way for the Frenchman as now her tiny silk damp thong covering her pussy will be directly in full view of his eyes with her legs parted either side of his body as she is sits on her bare bum facing him, confronted by his upstanding masculine edifice.

Totally in a spin at the fast moving turn of events in what was an already onerous task for her, she holds the massage oil in one hand and looks at him limply, glancing down at his rigid rocket and back again into his eyes. "How...which....how....do you want me to start sir?" she pleads innocently, having to handle a man's penis for the first time in her 19 years and 10 months. It's hard for him and hard for her getting so personal with the man the orphan increasingly looks up to as a father figure.

He can see she's genuinely all at sea without a lifeboat and that's worse than being up the creek without a paddle."Just pour some of the oil -- not too much -- into your left hand and some over the top of my cock so it runs down the sides a bit and use both hands around the shaft to rub it into the skin. Not too much now, just enough to moisten it, not drown it," he says instructively. "Like this?" she asks, sliding the ends of her fingers on both hands up and down his stiffness. "Yes but just get used to feeling the size of it first; it's quite big isn't it? What's it feel like Selina?"

"It's sort of fat, but hard sir, I've never done this before, I didn't know a man's penis could be so hard and for so long. Why does it stay like this for so long?"

"Because of you my little angel," he replies. "When a man gets sexually excited the brain tells his body to send extra blood to his penis and within that hunk of meat in your hand there's capacity for the extra blood supply to engorge the shaft and make it more swollen and eventually rock hard. It's the same with your own clitoris only for women most of the organ is under the skin but it works much the same and that's why your clitoris sticks out erect when you play with it."

She's embarrassed that he even thinks she pleasures herself and goes to defend her modesty but remembers just in time he is so worldly he would only laugh at her, probably knowing more about how women act sexually than she herself knows. She becomes more adventurous as he allows her latitude to do as she pleases when he suggests she just play with his manhood for a while, bending it this way and that and squeezing it hard and fondling his balls the way Josette suggested.

Selina leans his penis upwards flat against his abdomen and tries to imagine all that length and its broad girth actually going inside Josette. It doesn't cross her mind her own vulva may eventually be inviting it inside. "It's further up than your navel sir, do you really put all of it inside a woman, inside Josette?"

Jacques chuckles as he watches her curiosity mounting now his voice is more subdued and she's doing something that pleases him. "No my young flower," he says, "I don't need to put all of it into my woman to give her a great orgasm, just a few inches inside is where it's most sensitive but most women like to feel the brute sensation of a man's cock deep inside them. Psychologically and psychically it's greater fulfilment to a woman."

Selina's not sure what he means by that but she nods as if she understands. She's moved his erection in every possible direction and looked at it closely as if it's a new discovery which, to her, it is. She's fascinated by the pliable feel of it in her grip and smiles at him enjoying her touch. "It feels so nice," she says childishly. She pushes the skin down hard at the base of the shaft making the erection tighter and then she pushes it sideways flat against his body like a young girl playing with it in wonderment and lets it bounce back of its own will..

He watches her eyes sparkle and the glee in her manner as she does it several times with girlish joy. He imagines what she missed out on growing up so that at almost 20 years of age this is like kid's play to her. The Frenchman is a patient man and so horny he's not lost any of his hardness and little wonder while he's looking directly between her parted thighs with the black silk unable to hide the deep inverted camel toe the way her thong is pulled tight against her labia. But now he wants to get her to make him ejaculate so he can see the look in her eyes when she sees his cum spurt up in the air. Selena's rubbed the oil into every part of his scrotum and penis so that it's now damp dry.

"Am I being good to you," she asks almost juvenile-like. "Yes Selina you're being very good to me and I really like how you've done it. Does my cock scare you any longer?"

"No sir, I like how it feels but I can't imagine how you can fit it into Josette or your other models; it feels so thick it must stretch them terribly. It would frighten me; I could never imagine something so big inside me when I meet my future husband."

"Dear Selina," he counsels, "you might surprise yourself but if you were sitting on this just now you would not only fit all of it inside you but you could accommodate one even bigger provided you were aroused fully. Your vagina is a remarkable piece of equipment and even from a young age it develops the natural function of expanding and contracting to accommodate and grip a penis of any size so don't delude yourself one such as the size of mine is too big for your comfort."

The young Singapore au pair averts his eyes shyly as he explains something about her anatomy. "Nobody ever taught me anything," she says defensively. "Don't let that upset you my dear, in life's time cycle you are not much more than a child in one sense but a young woman in another sense. I will try to educate you over time like a father would his own daughter."

Hearing him refer to father in his manner of care invigorates her mind and makes her more determined to please him. "I feel so foolish admitting I'm so inexperienced," she says." I never knew the love of parents especially a father and I do so much wish for that."

"Then let us get on with the job now Selina of showing you how you make me come with what we call a hand job. My balls are bursting, see how tight my scrotum is in your warm hand; that's the way just keep fondling the sac so affectionately like you're doing now, it's very stimulating. Just feel up and down the shaft of it for a minute or two while I explain something to you since you seem to know so little about a man's penis. Now the head looking like a helmet serves the same purpose as your own clitoris glans yet for some reason known only to our Maker the clitoris is much more sensitive with many more nerve endings than God gave men.

"The head, like your clit bud, is the most sensitive part of the penis so this is why a woman sucks that part so much in her mouth..." Selena's eyes shift quickly from his cock to his face in somewhat surprise. "She sucks him there? Do all women do that? Do they mind? Is that what those models did to you?" she questions him rapid fire.

"Selena it's a natural part of lovemaking. Don't get ahead of yourself by interrupting. You will have many good times ahead to learn these things. I will fuss over you like a father so you learn well. As I was saying, the head of the penis and the underside part right under the helmet looking part called the corona is also extremely sensitive to caressing and fast moving touch. It's called the frenulum so you can practice on me to know how to please your future husband. Try placing your thumb and fingers around the part of the penis just behind the head with a light touch of lubricant; yes that's the way, now get to notice my responses to how you feel my penis because the whole thing is one big erogenous zone of my body."

She smiles sweetly and nods. "This is how a father teaches his daughter isn't it? she asks and answers in the same breath. "Yes perhaps," he answers.

"But I can pretend you're my father teaching me can't I? she asks rather incredulously. I never did get that chance so please let me. I don't feel so embarrassed doing this then as it's learning rather than seeming like it's sex."

"If it makes you happy then," the French master says in a father-like concession.

"It does, it does, it makes me feel I've regained something I've lost that I never had," she says in a confusing mouthful. "I can still have it with your kindness to make me a better woman for my future husband."

"Yes I think I know what you mean, so now you can try to make me come by massaging my cock like I told you. If you enjoy playing with my cock you can rub it as long as you wish but if you want to make me ejaculate you will need to do it incredibly fast with short sharp strokes around the back of the head where I showed you."

"Oh sir, let me rub it for a while as I hold it at different angles, I'm really enjoying this."

She continues for several more minutes and his balls are aching for the sexual tension to be released. Just as he is about to prompt her to speed things up she stops and looks at him. "I'd like to make you come. What happens when you do?"

Her voice is like manna from heaven, a comment he could only have wished for when he first met her in the Vis a Vis French restaurant.

"Now if I were doing it myself I'd come on you, like on your face; it's called a facial like you saw on those model portraits in my den, but that can be another day. I want you to make me come, not me do it. Now I must advise you that when a man nears an orgasm his heartbeat is racing very fast so don't stop suddenly.

"I suggest you get your fingers around the base of the shaft where it joins my scrotum and put downward pressure there making my cock as stiff as possible and with your other hand put those sexy fingers around it so you're partly holding the head and the back end and around the skin directly behind it. Don't try to strangle it, just medium to light pressure starting slowly then getting faster and faster, incredibly fast and you will take me past the point of no return. I will ejaculate quite strongly and when I do, don't stop rubbing me there, keep going, keep going until you can see I've stopped coming.

"One final word Selina, and it's the same as for women, when a man comes his penis is extremely sensitive around that part I told you about, you will probably find there is sperm around the head as the momentum of the ejaculate slows up so use it to rub up and down my shaft as it dies up. You will get it over your hands or even your wrists so put that on my cock and rub it in if you want. That's the afterglow of an orgasm and like it is for many women, it can be the most pleasurable part of the entire event"

"It sounds very exciting; I hope I do it properly"

"You will, you will," he says. Just make sure after I ejaculate you keep rubbing until it's flaccid."

"What does flaccid mean sir" How will I know when that happens?"

"Flaccid is another word for soft and floppy. It means you've done the hand job really well. He moves his thighs wider and grabs Selena behind the small of her back and in one single movement plonks her butt down between his legs just inches from his penis."It will be easier if you sit closer," he says for no other reason but to see her cunt is now just a matter of inches from his erection. Her legs are spread so delightfully each side of his broad torso he can envisage how the lips of her vagina must be spread open in such a sexual situation behind the thin silk material posing as cover for her pussy.
Selena is enjoying this at last, losing some of her earlier fears and shyness brought about by his words of encouragement that he'd like to treat her as if she's his own daughter. Unknown to Selena Josette's returned but doesn't enter the room even though the au pair is facing away from her and doesn't know she's watching from behind near the door. Jacques shuts his eyes after the young Asian further indulges in rubbing his penis in various ways like a kid playing with a new toy. "Make me come Selina, do it like I showed you," he says with eyes closed awaiting the onset of greater pleasure.

The sheer starkness of his fulsome rod that she knows must have given his previous lovers such pleasure makes her feel unusually sexy and she can't wait to see his sperm shoot in front of her own eyes knowing she's made it happen. She follows his advice and has his shaft rock hard and stretched to the limit with her fingers putting downward pressure at the base, her thumb and two fingers of her left hand seemingly driving the base of his penis deep into the skin against his scrotum and lower abdomen while her right hand commences to rub faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster with her grip around the back of the penis head.

She's watching his eyes squint and his lips moving about as the pleasure intensifies rapidly after such a long and drawn up build up due to her protracted playtime with his organ. And as organs go Selena's grinding out a symphony of sound from him and it's making her pulse race too, causing her to take short fast breaths watching him and hearing his ever increasing groans. She's hoping he doesn't have a heart attack such are the sounds he's making and as her hand rubs him with thrashing speed he emits a really long loud groan and his hips lift up off the bed slightly as a sudden streak of white spermatozoa flies into the air and lands back down on her knuckles causing the Asian au pair to give out a teenager's squeal of delight, her face brimming excitement and relief almost matching his. She keeps going faster still and she grins like a kid let loose in a lolly shop as she watches his manhood jettison three more streams of his cum and then deposit two further lesser loads that only go as far as landing on her fingers.

Remembering what he said, she slows her masturbating momentum down as the orgasmic pleasure takes its journey through his nervous system and his brain and seemingly to other parts of his body. He opens his eyes and shouts almost alarmingly, "Selena you are fucking brilliant!"

But she's not finished. As he's muttering how great it was she's scooping up the sperm that's landed on her hands, wrist and his upper thighs and spreading it on his penis to rub it into dryness as he instructed. Her pussy is wet, but that's from her own sexual excitement but just the same, her spread lips behind her thong panties have never been so close to the juice that is the seed of life.

Jacques sits up and pulls Selena close enough to give her a light kiss on the side of her face, realising that Josette is back. They smile at each other and her face is beaming with anticipation hoping she's made up for her earlier blunder.

"Was it good for you too?" he asks in typical male fashion."Oh sir I'm so happy I could make you come like that. There was so much of it, I couldn't believe how much. It was all over my hand and wrist as well."

"Yes I saw that, but you didn't put any of it on your tongue."

"Was I supposed to do that? I didn't know I could eat it," she says innocently. Never realising how often the Indian landlord put some of his in the goat's milk he gave to to drink up so heartily. "Never mind young one, there will be other times I'm sure," he says with conviction in his voice.

Both of them are still sitting upright and he puts his hands around either side of her upper arms but level with her bulging breasts so that his arms rest lightly against the sides of them as he pulls her arms in towards her body just enough to squeeze her breasts together slightly. "Tell me Selena, did you enjoy my cock?" he asks pointedly. Their faces are so close together she fears he's about to try to kiss her on the mouth and to her that's about as personal as it gets. "Yes sir, yes sir," she stutters meekly. "It was incredible, such an experience for me I won't forget."

He smiles and releases his grip much to her relief as she realises Josette is coming into the room. "Then when you retire to your bed tonight you will remember this, yes? And when you remember how you did it, how it felt for you, how you made me have an orgasm like I did I'll want you to give yourself an orgasm by touching what is behind that cute black silk thong I've been staring for quite a while now. You fill it out quite handsomely."

Selena blushes and realises how she must look to Josette, sitting astride his thighs, legs apart bare breasts almost in his face. "I can explain," she offers ahead of any cattiness from his lover. "Don't worry Selina, I saw everything and I'm proud of you. You are just so, so sexy. I've not seen Jacques ejaculate that far when he comes for maybe years now. You must have really turned him on. Oooh, and no wonder look at those lovely titties, such beautiful big nipples you have. Was it your idea or his to go topless?"

"It was an accident. I spilt the massage oil all over my negligee and Mr Pardie said I should take take it off."

"Oh did he eh? My man asking you to undress so he can perv on your teenage body? How utterly delicious, I don't blame him!"

Selena laughs with relief. "Can I go and get dressed now sir?" she asks knowing she must get cleaned up and prepare breakfast for them. Later in the day they are taking her out to lunch at the Vis a Vis restaurant and to see a show in town.

She scampers off to her room taking the messed up negligee to be washed. Josette gives her man a loving mouth kiss. "Tell me you really wanted to fuck the daylights out of her, she's so sexy," the French model whispers in his ear. "I don't have to tell you that, you already know it," he replies.

But if this masterful French lover thinks he's got Selena ready to lie down and be taken so easily based on the massage outcome he's got another think coming.

Meanwhile, across town Selina's former landlord, the opportunistic Indian Mr Singh is already orchestrating some ways of making music with his new buxom teenage tenants, the expelled schoolgirls Mandy and Sherrie so it won't be just a fiddle no string attached. How the mischievous students handle him is another story and the temperature in Singapore is getting hotter as the randy voyeuristic landlord and the two slutty students come to grips with each other as to who's the smarter.

That's leading off in the upcoming Chapter 6 of Asian Innocence Manipulated where Selena finds that tantalising times confront her every which way as the virgin vigilantly and valiantly veers into a new episode of protecting her pussy from a master of erotica who edges her closer and closer even if she frustrates him almost beyond his patience. If he can wait so must my readers for about 10 days.
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