The CEO Ch. 30

The car turned into a narrow drive along a stone wall and started winding up the hill. It seemed so narrow Eva couldn't figure out how Henrich managed without scraping the side of the car. As they neared the top, a large iron gate loomed across the drive, and it was opened by an attendant seemingly in uniform.

"We're here, Fraulein," Henrich announced. Eva looked out the window at the looming old facade. It was like a castle, but looked to be from an early period, and there was little refinement in the window frames and doorways. Nonetheless, it was a grand old house.

The only bits of color were small flags on either side of the doorway that appeared to have a family crest on them. They were illuminated from below and cast shadows on the gray-brown facade. An attendant came out of the door and opened the car door.

"Welcome, fraulein," he said as he extended his hand. Eva put her gloved hand on his and lightly used his assistance to exit the car. "Herr Gerhart will receive you in the front hall."

Eva climbed the steps and passed through the open doorway, looking at the carving in the obviously heavy wooden door. It had a pair of shields crossed by a lance and a sword. The inner hall was smaller than Eva had imagined. A suit of armor stood on either side just inside the doorway, silent ghostly guards of the house.

Implements of war were fastened to the sides of the hallway in open cabinets with iron bars that prevented their easy removal. One held nearly 40 swords. The next, 20 lances, another two rows of pistols, and the next a row of muskets.

A dark figure walked towards Eva in the dimly lit hallway, wearing an old military uniform, mostly of blue with dashes of red material across the collar and sleeves. The navy pants made the blue seem a little brighter as he approached. His hair was curled and dark.

His face had strong features, a large heavy brow with a slightly red nose. His sideburns extended downward and forward, making his jaw seem even stronger than his features already suggested. His coat fit tightly, especially across the belly, as the buttons cleaved to the material tightly, pulling and stretching it, but he was nonetheless not significantly overweight.

In her heels, Eva almost seemed taller than him. The attendant quickly approached and offered to take her coat. Eva removed her gloves then slipped out her arms.

"Madamoiselle, Enchante!" the man offered a large toothy smile, and his hand was held open with the palm up. "Je m'appelle Monsieur Gerhart." Eva placed her hand onto his and felt him grasp it lightly.

"Enchantee, Monsieur Gerhart," Eva replied, making sure she maintained his formal use of last name. "Je m'appelle Madamoiselle Etoile."

He leaned forward and gently kissed her hand, lifting his eyebrows to peek at her face as he did so, or perhaps he was looking at her cleavage, before he stood back up.

"Wunderbar," he beamed, now switching to German and then English. "I'm told that you speak mainly English, so we can speak in English most of the time, but I do enjoy using my French when I can."

Eva gave a small nod, indicating that she understood. Eva felt a little shy suddenly, and a little out of her element, not sure what to say.

"Come, Come, let's move to the sitting room for a drink. Dinner will not be long," he encouraged. He offered his arm and Eva placed her arm through it.

"My family has been here for six generations. Alas, I have no heirs, so I may be the last." He paused before a large portrait in the hallway. "This is Ferdinand, the builder of this stronghold. It was a difficult time, and the structure has been burned several times and taken forcefully at least twice. Yet his legacy remains."

He pulled Eva onward through a doorway. The room was much brighter in appearance, artificial light glowing from a large chandelier. There were also sconces on the walls and a small fireplace, appearing as if it had been designed for coal. The walls were a bright green, and the molding was white with bits of gold accents.

Eva's mouth fell open in astonishment, as it seemed far too opulent and slightly out of place based on the rough hewn wood and dark appearance of the main hall.

"Yes, my great grandmother was quite the interior decorator, don't you think. It is not original, but she so wanted to have a great room in the house for entertaining guests. She commissioned to have it redone using some elements from a more modern and prosperous era," he offered in response to her expression.

"It is amazing! She must have been a great lady," Eva said, as her head continued to circle the room looking at the details of the wood work and the decorative painting in the corners of the ceiling. The furniture was also very finely detailed. There was a sofa with three rounded sections with ornately curved wooden arms. The marble coffee table had metal work along its rim that made it seem daintier than its weight would otherwise indicate.

Eva suddenly felt that her dress seemed entirely out of place. It's simple modern look was in stark contrast to Herr G's uniform and this formal room.

"Sit here," he offered helping Eva into her seat. The servant brought out a tray with two drinks in long stemmed ornate glasses. He picked one up and offered it to her before picking up his own.

"A toast," he started, "to the Gerhart legacy and an enjoyable evening with a beautiful lady."

It seemed like a bit of an odd toast, but Eva moved her glass towards his and once the ring of the crystal indicated they had met, she took a sip. It was surprisingly strong, but tasty, nonetheless.

"I decided to pull out an old bottle of port just for the occasion," he said emphatically as if it were a great triumph.

"It is quite good," Eva offered.

"Fine! Fine stuff, I say!" he grunted as he recovered from taking a large swig.

"So, where did you learn your French?" he asked.

"In school," Eva replied. "I study in the United States."

"What good fortune had brought you to my abode?" he asked.

"It's a long story," Eva replied, "but it would only bore you." she offered, not really wanting to talk about that particular subject.

"There is nothing better than inspiring the mind through a good education. I mean, what separates barbarians from our civilization? Sometimes I think we still have barbarians among us." he paused. "I'm sorry to digress. So, have you decided on an area of study?"

"Well, Monsieur Gerhart, I am still finding out what really interests me. There are so many things to try, and to explore, don't you think?" Eva said.

"You are quite right. Have you studied the classics? Art? Science? And please, we have shared a drink, so now we can be friends. Call me Georg," he said excitedly.

"Ok, Georg. I go by Julia," she replied.

"That is a lovely name, indeed," he said, his nose appearing redder than before. A servant entered from the far door and announced that dinner was ready. "Shall we, Julia?" Georg said standing and offering his arm.

Eva passed back into the hallway and then went through a door on the other side. It was a fairly large room, but certainly not as ornate as the last. There was a large long table with seating for about 12. It was empty except for two places set on one end of the table.

A candelabra with nearly a dozen candles provided the only light in the room besides the fireplace burning at the far end. The light flickered from the fireplace, casting shadows on the ceiling and walls from the tall chairs along the table. The fine china was white with gold trim. Georg pulled out a chair for Eva and she sat, placing her clutch off to the right on the table.

"Merci, Georg," she said. Eva looked along the walls at the various paintings and tapestries hung on the walls. There, a scene of hunting. Here, she guessed, a former patriarch of the clan. There was even a stuffed boar's head and a set of antlers from a deer.

"As you can see, Great Grandmother didn't get to decorate this room," he laughed as he took his seat. A bowl of soup was placed in front on her. Eva took the linen napkin from the table and slipped it onto her lap.

"The table looks lovely," Eva said with a partially enhanced smile.

"Most of the staff have been here longer than me," he laughed. "They are really the ones that run the place. It's a funny arrangement when you think about it, isn't it," he mused. "I get to eat at the nice table with the beautiful women, and they get to eat in the back of the kitchen and tease the maids. Yet, they do all the real work." He looked as though he had just figured out the meaning of life and that the thought was indeed quite important in determining the oddity of said life. "Of course, I've been known to tease the maids as well." he chuckled some more to himself.

"Have you had a chance to visit the Christmas Markets while you've been here," he asked.

"Yes, I went to the one in Frankfurt. It has a wonderful atmosphere. I enjoyed the gluhwein, as well," Eva replied.

"Frankfurt is so crowded now, I try not to go too often except when duty requires. The life out in the country here much more suits me. Besides, I can never figure out what young people are wearing these days," he said with an exasperated tone.

"I enjoy the hustle and bustle, but can say that some the European fashion is lost on me," Eva said jovially.

"You are the picture of elegance and class, so I would say you understand fashion," Georg said, looking at her intently. "You are stunning, not that I need to tell you that. I can't imagine how some young man hasn't scooped you up."

"Maybe I'm not looking to be scooped up," Eva suggested, actually thinking that she wouldn't mind Lucas scooping her up. But she was intent on having a lot of fun in the meantime.

Eva sipped some soup. It was warm and odd, but quite good. Some bread was placed on the table.

"Thank you, Bruno," he said reaching for a piece. He buttered it carefully before stuffing a large portion of it in his mouth.

The chit chat continued, and it seemed he spent more and more time staring into her eyes. After the first course plates were cleared, his hand reached across and found hers. Eva let him have her hand. He caressed her hand softly but intently, and she could imagine that was how he wanted to touch all of her.

Eva used her other hand to casually slide her dress slightly off her shoulder to reveal more cleavage without being too obvious. Now that she was here, her thoughts started drifting to what was going to happen later. Eva was there to satisfy his needs. That's what she was being paid for.

She was going to get him aroused and make him desire her until he couldn't wait to get in her. She fully intended to suck him, and she was going to let this man get between her legs and stick his cock into her. The idea of it got her aroused and her pussy quivered slightly thinking about it.

Georg released her hand as the main course was presented and the wine was poured. Eva recrossed her legs and let one foot drift over to his leg touching him slightly. He flinched at first. Then she moved it in again, and this time he didn't pull back. Eva knew she was supposed to let him take the lead, but there was no reason she couldn't let him know she was open to his advances.

The discussion changed to classic literature, and he suggested that he would show her the library when dinner was finished. The main course was duck in an orange sauce that was very good. Still, there was more than she could or wanted to eat. A strudel was served for desert. It wasn't as sweet as American desserts, she decided, but was good nonetheless.

The staff walked in and out, and stood in the shadows throughout the dinner, but the glow from the candles made it difficult to focus on anything except the animated caricature of Georg. It was obvious that his senses were heightened and he was focusing his energy on her. She observed him, slightly detached, partially lost in her own thoughts of sex and partially evaluating his character. He seemed slightly stuffy, and yet he was self-demeaning and precocious.

It really wasn't her job to figure him out. The most important part was obvious; he liked pretty young women. Eva sipped some more wine, and realized that she was feeling quite good. He released the top button on his coat, with some difficulty.

"Bruno, that was excellent," he said boisterously as though the show were being made in front of a room full of guests, his hands motioning broadly. "We'll make a short stop in the library before we head to the grand room."

He lumbered up from his seat and stepped across to take her hand. Bruno pulled her chair out, and she grabbed her clutch in one hand as she took Georg's hand in the other.

"Might I freshen up a bit?" Eva asked.

"Positively, it's right here in the hall," he said showing her the door. Eva used the restroom, then rifled through her clutch for her lipstick. She suddenly realized that she hadn't taken her pill this morning, and she didn't have them with her now for tomorrow morning, either. It should be okay, she thought, she would take them as soon as she got back.

Still, she didn't think she had ever missed two days before. What if she did get pregnant? She couldn't even think about that right now. I mean, if it was with Lucas that would probably be okay, but she had been with a lot of men at the club, and she was going to take this man's cum in her pussy soon.

Eva's pussy tingled more from the thought of it. She suddenly realized the idea of it had her even more excited than normal in some weird way. She tried to push it out of her mind. But subconsciously, she knew that there was some chance that she could get pregnant.

She reached under her dress and slid her finger under her silky panties and along her slit. Yep, she was totally wet and ready to take some cock. Patience, Eva told herself, it wouldn't be much longer. She recalibrated and touched up her lipstick, and went back into the hall.

"I don't normally take guests into my library. I keep it such a mess with writing and research, but I really think you'll appreciate it," he explained. Eva made sure she pressed up against him closely as she took his arm, pressing her breast against his arm softly. He smiled at her as he glanced toward her, obviously taking note of her affectionate posture.

He opened the door and turned on some lights. The room had a large desk cluttered with books and papers. The walls were lined with book shelves, most filled with old large bound books. One wall had some maps, and a large globe sat in a stand. He pointed toward a set of shelves.

"These are mainly old Deutsche texts, some in dialects I can hardly understand," he chuckled. "Ah, but over here we have quite a few English texts, and maybe even an original Dickens. Have you read him?" he asked.

"Great Expectations, of course," Eva replied. "Unrequited love is actually my favorite story line, so sad. But I think most people can really relate."

"Ah, you do surprise me. I wouldn't have taken you for such a thoughtful soul at first look," he smiled. He pulled the book down and let her examine it. The binding was thick and heavy. The edges of the paper were slightly brittle, but in good shape really. It was amazing to imagine that it had been bound and read so long ago.

"It's quite remarkable how the past is sometimes connected to the present, and while so much changes, some things, such as basic emotions, remain constant. Isn't it?" Eva watched his face to see if he agreed.

"It is, indeed," he said, taking both of her hands into his and facing her. She could see that he was taking the moment to adore her, to bring to full belief that he had connected with her, and that she wanted to be near him. Slowly, he turned to lead her off into the grand hall, and she took up her position on his arm, her bosom pressed against his arm and side.

They went back into the main hall, and then turned left into another doorway. A short corridor opened into an opened double doorway. A set of columns lined each side with a chandelier mounted to each one, providing a rainbow of glittering lights in the room. The wooden floor was layered in an interlaced parquet pattern with an ornate design around the edges, and the ceiling had a slight domed shape. There were a few chairs and tiny tables around the edges, but it was really a tiny dance hall.

"Tell me you can Tango," he said.

"Mais, Oui, Georg," Eva said in a sexy voice. Music started to magically play. She set her clutch on one of the small tables, and Georg walked her out into the floor. He positioned himself in front of her and held up her right hand. She let her left arm fall across his shoulder and along his right arm.

For the briefest moment he pulled her body against his, and she felt his torso up against hers, his hand cradling her lower back, before he stepped off into the dance. At first she tried to make sure she stepped correctly and followed his every lead, but while he was proficient, he certainly wasn't Lucas. The wine was also making her feel warm and fuzzy, and she decided that she would just enjoy the movement and the feel of him whisking her about, and not worry so much about getting it perfectly right.

The lights spun in tiny dots around her, and she enjoyed the feeling of his body up against hers, imagining how it would feel later when he moved up against her without the hindrance of clothes. At first, there was an uneasy consciousness and mistiming between the two of them, but then, they fell into sync and the rhythm became natural and enjoyable, not that different from when two people have sex, which Eva knew this was a precursor to. Georg came to a stop, obviously winded and breathing heavily, his face red from exertion and dots of perspiration on his brow.

"That was wonderful! But, you've got to let me catch my breath," he said puffing and nearly gasping. Eva leaned slightly forward and into him, nearly holding him up as she pressed her body against his.

"Here," he said motioning toward one of the small love seats on the perimeter of the room, "Let's sit for a moment." He turned and led Eva toward a seat. On the way he raised a hand and made a small gesture, and she heard someone walking on the floor. Eva sat down, as he waited for her, before plopping down himself. A tray was soon offered with cool drinks. He drank quickly.

"Aww, that's what I needed," he exclaimed. Eva took a sip. It had ice in it and was refreshing, but definitely had some type of alcohol as well. She took another drink before setting it on the small table to the side.

"I'm quite sure I can't keep up with you," he sighed breathing heavily.

"Oh, you are quite capable of keeping up, I'm sure," she encouraged him.

"I'm afraid I'm getting weak as I get older, and don't have the strength I need," he replied.

"You felt strong holding me in your arms," she reassured him. "And you are a fine leader in the dance."

"Awww, now you patronize me. Don't let experience pass for capability," he argued.

"I find that experience has much to do with one being capable, don't you," she countered.

"I shall not argue with you. You have made a fine argument," he admitted nodding his head and tipping his hand. "You seem a much older soul than your face would suggest," he added. Eva wasn't sure how to take it and it must have shown on her face with a slightly quizzical look.

"Oh, I mean that only as the highest of compliments. So many young people can't seem to reason, make argument, or even set their minds to the task of such things. It is of utmost delight to hear you espouse such traits."

"I'm glad to hear that I have won over your mind," Eva said. "Now, what must I do to win over your heart?" She tilted her head slightly and played with one of the curls that dangled near her ear.

"Alas, you are of more value than I deserve. I'm sure that you don't understand, but for a man of my age, one evening with someone like you..." he trailed off. "It.... It's beyond my wildest expectation. How can you find me the least bit attractive or desirable." he dropped his head slightly before looking back up. "Julia, you are the most valuable thing on earth, the most rare commodity. For a man of my age to spend time with you, immeasurably valuable. But, inside, I know it's not real, and somehow that ruins it for me. I know you must think me a fool, but more than anything, I hope that you understand."

He leaned back, seemingly defeated before the skirmish even had begun. Eva knew that she was going to have to do something. But what? She decided that she would have to work at this one, and not be in too big a hurry. She sat up a little bit and scooted toward him slightly.

"Georg," she said softly touching his knee. "I volunteered to spend the evening with you because I enjoy meeting new people and getting to know them." she paused trying to read his expression. "I don't have any expectation about how we should spend our time, or what's expected to happen along the way." He didn't seem to move, and Eva didn't know if it was going to work.

"To be honest with you, I've never worked as an escort before, and I volunteered to try it just for you." She paused again, and then she reached out both hands. "Come here where I can talk to you," she pleaded. He slowly sat up and brought himself back toward her. She looked carefully into his tired eyes, searching them for a hint of energy.

"First of all, I promise that I won't do anything with you that I don't want to do. Is that fair?" she asked. He nodded in sullen agreement. "Second, you should know that men like you are few and far between in this world. It's obvious that you cherish a woman for more than just her looks or her body. Only one in a thousand men cares for anything except whether a woman is willing to pleasure them, and many of those men don't even care if she's willing." He looked up at her, and he seemed to have regained a slight glint in his eye.

"I can honestly say that, so far, I've thoroughly enjoyed my evening with you. You should not count yourself short, Georg Gerhart. Not every woman is looking for the same thing in a man, just like you are not looking for the same thing in a woman as most men." She let her hand touch the soft material on his shiny lapel and trace the outline gently. She looked back to his eyes before she continued, "Just be yourself. There are women out there that will like you for what you are."

He smiled momentarily, then appeared about to say something, but paused. Finally he started, "I don't know why I should let such logic allow me to believe what you say, but you do seem quite genuine, Julia," he admitted. Now that Eva had him talking again she knew she needed to get him talking about himself.

"You like this uniform, don't you?" she asked touching the medals on his chest. "What makes it special to you?" He looked down at her hand and then back at her.

"It was my grandfather's, actually. It was his dress uniform before the war, World War I, that is," he explained, "And the colors are based on the family heritage. He did his duty, but I don't think he was ever truly a believer in the war. Our land lays not that far from the French border, and many people in this area are of French decent. He met his eventual wife during the war, a young French girl that worked cleaning the officer's clothes and such as a house maid after her town had been overrun. She was 20 years younger than he, but they never even spoke of it. She was a fine woman indeed, and had a irresistible spirit."

"So, you feel connected to him and your heritage when you wear it. It must be hard for you, since you feel so connected to family but don't have one of your own," she observed, trying to understand him.

"I was married as a young man, if you call 35 a young man, to a raven haired beauty, also a French girl. We met at the Sorbonne when I studied there briefly. Unfortunately, illness took her from me several years later. We always talked about seeing the world before settling down and starting a family. It just wasn't meant to be. I tried to find distraction in other things, and I think my mental state after her death kept most women at arm's distance. By the time I finally came back around, I was too old to be a good catch, as they say, and I didn't want to marry someone who was only interested in my status or money, not that there is really that much left of that." he explained.

"Ah, so that's why you like a girl that speaks some French," Eva put it together, and accidently said it out loud. A slightly awkward moment ensued before she figured out how to recover the moment. "Do you have a picture of her?" she asked and then thought about the portraits she had seen. "Wait, the painting of the woman in the library across from your desk," she said the image coming back to mind as she put two and two together.

"Yes, that is my dear Marie," he said. "You are quite observant."

"She was lovely," Eva offered, letting both hands now rest on his chest. His hands came up and he placed them on hers, then cradled her hands in his and held them between them.

"You remind me of her, in some ways," he said, the adoration coming back into his eyes.

"Well, my hair is definitely not dark like hers," she said, pointing out an obvious difference, and bringing him back to the present.

"Ah, you know what I meant," he said with a little wry smile.

"And, you know what I was getting at," she said with a little wry smile of her own.

"You are not what I was expecting, at all," he said. "And yet, you are all that I was hoping for."

"I had no idea what to expect, but so far I am pleasantly surprised," Eva said.

She leaned forward and gave him a small peck on the cheek. When she sat back she remembered that she was supposed to let him take the lead, and his face seemed to contort slightly, and she feared she had made a mistake. Then without warning he thrust his face toward her and kissed her directly on the lips. Eva was taken aback at first, and was not at all in tune with his desires. He lingered with his mouth on hers, not retreating, and she relaxed to meet his lips allowing her mouth to open slightly.

His tongue slipped between her lips, and he was quickly kissing her passionately, deeply. He paused for a moment, letting go of her hands and then placing them on her neck and cheek before gently pulling her head toward him so that he was passionately kissing her again. Eva let her hands fall back onto his chest and neck and she let him kiss her deeply. He finely eased away, his lips lingering, touching hers softly before he finally drew a deep breath and sat back.

He seemed to be overcome with emotions and feelings. Eva leaned forward and put her arms around his neck, putting her cheek up against his, and pressing her body against his chest, holding him close. His whole body seemed to heave then relax slightly as she held him.

"You just don't know..." he nearly blubbered.

"It's ok, Georg," she tried to comfort him.

He held her for a long time, his arms pulling her close to him. She could feel the heaviness of his chest as he breathed, and his warm breath on her neck, along with a tear that ran onto her shoulder. She continued to hold him, swaying slightly together. She didn't know exactly what he was feeling, but she knew that his emotions were earnest and overwhelming, and endearing. Finally, he slowly pulled away from the embrace. 0

"Now you must think me a dolt," he lamented.

"Not at all," Eva replied. "I only feel closer to you for letting me share in your emotions." He took out his handkerchief and dabbed along her shoulder and neck where the tears had run down. He then dabbed at his face and the corner of his eyes before stuffing it back into his pocket.

Eva touched his face, whisking away a small spot of water he had missed. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. At first he seemed taken aback, not sure of her intent, but she didn't retreat, but let her lips linger on his. He eventually relented, succumbing to her advance and allowing her tongue to slip past his lips. Eva kissed him passionately and deeply, letting her hands touch the sides of his face and feel the coarse hair of his large sideburns.

He pulled her back closer to him and then turned her slightly so he could lean her back toward the back of the small sofa, and eased her slowly backward. Eva let him push her slowly, easing herself back until she leaned partially against the upholstery of the seat, and braced herself on her elbow on the seat cushion. He repositioned slightly, leaning partially on her and partially on the seat back, slipping an arm under her and resting on his elbow as well. Eva was reclining, and he was now above her, but not really on top of her. He stayed close, looking into her eyes and letting his free hand trace her shoulder.

"You are so beautiful, Julia," he whispered in adoration.

"Thank you, Georg," she acknowledged his adoration.

His hand moved slowly along the strap of her dress and traced its line down toward her chest. He paused at the necklace and touched it, before his hand returned to the edge of the material, now trembling as it approached the edges of her breast. Eva placed her free hand on his and held it close to her chest, waiting for his hand to relax. She looked at him and pursed her lips slightly and he took the cue to kiss her. Once he was fully involved in the kiss, Eva pulled his hand to the side placing it squarely on her breast. He automatically began squeezing it, sending a little ripple of pleasure down her spine.

Eva had been anticipating this moment for hours, and yet she knew she still had a lot of work to do to actually get him inside of her. Nonetheless, feeling his hand on her breast, she knew that that moment would eventually come. Georg continued to kiss her. She let him, encouraging him with her lips and tongue. He finally paused to look into her eyes.

"You are a great kisser, Georg," Eva said.

"I am just responding to your sexy lips," he replied.

"I love it when you touch me, your hands are so strong," she whispered seductively. His hand pulled away from her breast, now embarrassed that she was watching him squeeze her tit. She grabbed his hand and pulled it back, placing it on the other one.

"This one needs some attention, too," she cooed.

"Your breasts are so fine," he stammered.

"It would be a shame if no one ever felt them, don't you think?" she asked rhetorically. Eva repositioned slightly and pulled him back toward her, beckoning him to come closer. He followed her, moving so that he was now sitting between her legs and leaning onto her on the couch, her neck against the arm rest. She felt the weight of his body shifting onto her and pressing into her lower abdomen. His hand still groping her breast, he kissed her once more.

Their lips and tongues danced, and he continued to kiss her, occasionally coming up for a few breaths of air before beginning again. His hip was against her groin, and she moved her hips, feeling it press against her mound. Eva teased herself, rubbing up against him, and she could feel that she was getting wet. Drat, this was taking so long, she thought to herself, and all she wanted at this point was to get his dick inside of her. But, she tried to just enjoy the sensation and work on getting him to the prize.

He shifted again, and now she could feel his hard on pressing against her pussy. Alas, there were so many layers of clothes still to discard. Eva let him press against her, and felt that her panties were completely soaked already. Finally, he sat back up. He was breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath. He took his drink from the table, his brow slightly wet with perspiration again.

"I'm sorry, I just need a short break," he said.

"It's fine, you just sit back and relax," Eva said, sitting up and placing her hand on his leg. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable if you took off your coat," she suggested as she undid the lower button and then slowly pushed it off of his shoulders. He sat his drink down, and then let her help him as he struggled to break free from the arms of the coat clinging to his sleeves. Finally he extricated himself, fully revealing his ruffled shirt.

"Now, isn't that better?" she asked, running her hands down his chest across the ruffles.

She leaned forward to kiss him and distract him while she let her hand continue down to his crotch. She rubbed the front of his pants, searching for his hard on, and then once she found it, rubbed it softly. She continued to kiss him so that he couldn't object to her advances, as she used her other hand to loosen his belt. She finally got his pants loose at the top and paused to assess Georg's mindset. She stopped squeezing his cock and placed her hands on his chest, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, glancing up at him repeatedly to read his face.

"You know you don't have to," Georg reminded her, placing his hands on hers.

"Georg, I want to," she replied kissing him softly with her lips. He relented by leaning back slightly. She responded by finishing the buttons on his shirt and then opening his pants to slide her hand inside his underwear, pulling out his cock. She pulled his t-shirt up slightly revealing his hairy lower belly and crotch. His cock was alert, but not fully hard.

Eva slid off the seat onto her knees, positioning herself in front of him. She grabbed his cock and lifted it so that she could place her lips and mouth over it, teasing it to full erection. There was already some precum on the tip, and he moaned in appreciation when she took it into her mouth. She slid her mouth and tongue up and down on it, while she looked up at him, watching his reaction to her servicing of his cock. He quickly got hard, and his face smiled then scrunched slightly in a mix of pleasure and intense effort as she bobbed up and down on his erection.

"Lord, I won't last long if you keep that up," he managed. Eva paused a moment to reply.

"Not to worry, you'll be able to cum again, I'm sure," she said to let him know it was okay to cum. Evan then quickly slipped his cock back into her mouth to continue sucking it. She let go of it with her hand and placed her hands on his hips. Then she forced her head down hard onto his shaft, feeling it hit the back of her throat several times. He groaned his appreciation, and when she looked up again, his head had rolled back his eyes closed.

She could tell he was nearing his climax, and it only encouraged her to suck him more vigorously, anticipating the flood of cum that would soon be shooting into her mouth. Her pussy was responding as well, and she quickly pulled up her dress and ran her hand under her panties so that she could shove a couple of fingers into her wet cunt while she sucked him off. She moved her hand and head more quickly, stroking him and feeling his body stiffen as he groaned and pressed back into the couch. Then he grunted, releasing his cum into her mouth and throat.

Eva loved the feeling of his cock pulsing in her hand and took the cum into her mouth eagerly, tasting it and rolling it around her tongue before swallowing it. She looked up at Georg, and he rolled his head forward to look back down at her in appreciation. She sucked him nice and clean while looking into his eyes, then sat back to admire the contented look on his now red face. He was breathing heavily again, trying to recover. Eva got up and sat back down next to him.

"That was amazing, Julia," he said between breaths.

"You have a nice cock," she replied, trying to let him know that she enjoyed it, too. She scrunched in next to him, putting her body against his and laying her head on his shoulder while letting him recover from his exertion. Eva watched the afterglow on his face after having achieved a climax. She could tell that he would need a little time to recover before she could get him to cum again. She took her drink and sipped on it.

"This is my favorite part," Eva said, working on her bond with him, knowing that it would be important to her eventual satisfaction. "Sharing quiet time afterwards and feeling so close."

"You are a special young lady," he said looking at her intently.

"And you are a fine man," she replied. He looked as though he was about to object or reason otherwise before he started.

"But you don't know my dark side..." he said before she cut him off by quickly placing a finger on his lips to quiet his objection.

"Georg, I've been watching everything you do. How you've treated me and your servants, how you carry yourself, and what your interests are. Now, I know that I haven't known you very long, but it is already apparent to me that you are a man of substance, honorable, and caring. Be that man for me, Georg. Love me, and let me love you," she encouraged him.

She swung her leg across him and straddled him on the couch while she leaned in and kissed him softly and passionately. He acquiesced and kissed her back, and she melted into him. Finally, she stood up. Eva still needed to fill more time and keep him close. There was still some soft music playing in the room.

"Let's dance a slow dance," she suggested, pulling him from his seat. He stood up and situated his pants buttoning them back up. She pulled him into her arms, and pressed into him, feeling her body up against his. She tried to hold his gaze as she rocked slowly back and forth in his arms.

"This is a wonderful way to spend an evening," Eva commented trying to make a little small talk.

"Yes, indeed," he agreed. She touched his face, coaxing him to kiss her. Then she made more small talk while she slowly danced with him. Eva occasionally pushed her pelvis into him, checking to see if his hard on had returned. Once it was apparent it had, she brought him to a stop.

"Georg, take me to bed and make love to me," she pleaded. He paused and kissed her before turning and leading her back into the hallway. Nothing was said, but she could tell that he was feeling that she wanted to be there and that it was a mutual endeavor to go to bed. He led her to the staircase and then up the stairs and down a candlelit hall toward his bedroom. There were already several candles lit, and a small fire was going in the fireplace.

The chest of drawers was large and heavy, and a large canopy bed filled the center of the room. He led her toward the bed and sat down. Eva stopped short and stood before him. She reached behind her and managed to pull the zipper down her back. Then she sensuously took a hand and pushed each side of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall, exposing her body to him while the flickering of the fireplace light danced on her skin.

She put her hands on his chest and slid his ruffled shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. She lifted his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his hairy chest and belly. It was covered with dark hair, even on portions of his back. Then she released her bra, and held it in her arms momentarily, watching the anticipation in his eyes before she let it fall away.

Eva took his hands and placed them on her tits, letting him feel them without any covering, and enjoying the electric sensation it sent to her pussy. Then she stepped back getting him to watch her while she slowly pushed down her panties. Eva turned so he could watch her ass while they went down, and then she turned back around so that he could see her shaved mound.

He turned quickly and threw back the heavy comforter revealing the silk sheets, and she crawled up into the center of the bed and laid on her back with her head on the pillows, her legs slightly open so he had a full view of her body. He pushed down his pants and crawled up over her, his slightly arched cock curved upward toward his body surrounded by a dark bush of hair. He was already hard, and Eva started anticipating how it was going to feel when his cock entered her, finally. At this point she didn't even care if he was slightly overweight and hairy, she just needed to be fucked.

His body weight fell down on her before his cock came to the entrance of her pussy. She reached down and grabbed it, pulling it into her. She felt her pussy lips separate, and she exhaled loudly as she took it inside of her. For a split second she thought about the condoms that she brought, and how glad she was that she wasn't using one right now. The whole idea that this man was paying her for sex, that she was selling her body for cash, somehow made it that much more exciting and thrilling, and made her feel dirty and shameful.

But she didn't care, because she loved how it felt, and she had thought about how it would feel to be a whore, and now she truly was one. His cock pushed into her, and her pussy nearly gushed with excitement. She was going to fuck this man, take his cum inside of her. She didn't need the money; she needed to be wanted just like this.

He grunted, shoving his cock into her, and she thought he was going to crush her as his weight came down on her. His wet mouth was on hers, his tongue probing in her mouth and his hands groping at her tits. It was nasty, naughty, and illicit, and she wanted it. No, she needed it.

He was working hard but couldn't seem to cum, which was fine with Eva, as she arrived at her first wave of orgasms making her pussy pulsate and jump. It was obvious that he couldn't keep it up. So, she slid out from under him and rolled on top of him, quickly straddling his hips. Then she guided his cock back inside her as she slid down his curved shaft.

She let her hands follow the curve of his hairy belly to his chest, while sitting straight up and bouncing up and down on his cock. She had been so soft and sensual, but now she was just overcome with the need to get off. She starting grinding her hips back and forth on his rod.

"Mmmmm, do you like that, Georg?" Eva moaned in a sexy voice. "I do." she added.

He grunted his approval. She leaned out over his belly to bring her tits to his mouth.

"Suck on my tits, Georg," Eva insisted squeezing and lifting a tit to his mouth. After he nibbled and sucked on it, she offered him the other one.

"Harder," she demanded. "Yes, like that." Her hand went down to her clit, and she started rubbing herself off, bringing herself to another miniature climax while riding his cock.

"Yes, Georg, you're making me cum. Cum in my pussy, fill me up," she encouraged him, wanting to feel his hot cum spurt inside of her. She leaned over him now, kissing him, his hands now on her hips pulling her against him harder with each rotation of her hips as she pushed down onto his cock. Eva wished he was bigger, but with each thrust she could just feel the tip of his cock hitting her on the inside where she wanted it, and it was just enough to get her off.

She sensed that he was stiffening, and he started groaning, "Ohhh, yaaaa, unnhhh!"

She looked at him as his head and eyes rolled back as he pushed his cock upward into her with all he had. Her insides pulsed realizing that his cum was squirting inside of her, his load filling her wanton pussy. She kept grinding her hips, milking his cock and taking all of his seed. All that work and anticipation and Eva had finally taken his load. She was sweaty and hot, but pleased with herself and the feeling in her pussy.