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I noticed she didn't keep her pussy
trimmed and that would have to be dealt with. I would
scheduled
her a spa appointment for the next day to have her taken care of. Whether it
was because she was poor or whether it was a cultural thing didn't matter, I
like my ladies pussy to be bare or at the very least trimmed nicely. I liked
the taste of pussy and I didn't want to think of coming up with a mouthful of
hair. I would reward her by giving her all the oral she wanted in exchange for
her virginity. It would be a gift to me as well as I loved nothing more than to
lick a girl to orgasm. Just thinking about putting my tongue between Grace's
legs made
me
rock hard. She had never been touched
before, I wondered what it would take for her to orgasm. I had every intention
of making her first time the best experience of her life and I would enjoy
every minute of it.

           
Now I needed a sex fix. Who would
fill my needs now that I had walked out of Grace's room? I sent a couple of
texts to a few regular girls I slept with to see if one of them would come and
handle my needs. I was thinking of bending one of them over my desk and fucking
her hard when I received a text from both that they already had plans that
evening. I text my assistant, since she had given me an insane blow job a few
weeks back and thought she could suck me off again but even she was busy.
Fuck.
I guess I will have to do the job myself. When you want something done
right sometimes you have to do it yourself. That was crazy talk however, I
would always rather a woman do the job. Hand jobs served their purpose but they
were
no where
near as fun as being with a woman.

           
My jet would be leaving soon so I
quickly stepped into the shower. I wanted to get myself off and then rest on
the jet for the evening. It would help to relax me and get my mind off of Grace
for the time being. I had to focus on business for the next two days.

           
The temperature was hot and I
grabbed onto my hard cock. I start stroking it feeling the strength of it. I
think about Grace's naked boys as start stroking the tip of cock hard and fast.
I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation. All I thought about was what it would
be like to fuck that tight pussy that grace had. She looked so hot standing
there in her bedroom and tasting her pretty little mouth had turned me on so
much. I continued to pump my cock to her image until I blew my load in the
shower.
God, that
felt so good. I immersed myself in
water and rinsed. I cleaned myself off and exited the shower.

           
As I dried myself off I continued to
think about Grace. One of the nice things about her was that she looked good
without makeup. I had noticed that fact when she had stepped out of the shower
without any makeup on. She was naturally beautiful and that was very appealing.
Too many of the chicks I had been with looked like entirely different people
after their makeup came off at night. It was enough to give you nightmares.

Chapter Eight

Grace

           
It was definitely an experience
living in a mansion, I couldn't deny how exciting it was. It was something to
get used to however especially with Kip gone. It was hard for me to think of
the place as my own home so traipsing around Kip's place seemed inappropriate.
It was silly however, I knew that it was my home too and I needed to get used
to being there as I would be living there for....well hopefully forever. But
time would tell. I had no idea what to expect from that arrangement as there
was no love between Kip and I. At least when most people married they had the
love between them to get them through the hard times and Kip and I didn't have
that. I hoped one day that would develop but again we were in a weird situation
and I would probably be a fool if I expected happily ever after.

           
I found it weird that I had no idea
where my husband to be was, just that he was gone away on business for a few
days. He never checked in with me once while he was gone, should I find that
weird, I wasn't sure what was normal in a situation like this.

           
The day after he left was a busy day
for me. I had a morning appointment with the spa which surprised me. I was
there for hours being pampered. Facials, massage, full body wraps; my body felt
like jelly by the time they were done with me. The only non-relaxing part was
the Brazilian waxing that I received. That would certainly take getting used
to. It had to have been a request of Kip's after he saw me naked, which
embarrassed me. I wasn't used to that kind of attention to detail but I knew that
I wanted to be the kind of woman that he desired. It was easy to excuse after
all the pampering I got.

           
When I returned home, Marcus was
there to meet me. He brought me to my room where I gasped. “Oh my god, what is
this?”

           
“That miss, is your wardrobe.”

           
In my room were racks upon racks of
designer wear.

           
“There are a wide range of styles
for you to choose from Miss Grace. Pick the ones you like and we will return
the rest of them. We got your measurements from the...website miss. Everything
should fit you perfectly.”

           
“Oh gosh.”

           
I went to the racks and started
looking at the clothing. There was everything from socks to dresses, thongs and
sweaters. Everything that I would need to have a full wardrobe. There were
boxes upon boxes of shoes and even a box of shampoos, soaps, toothpaste,
toothbrushes and other toiletries. This had to have cost a fortune. These
people lived like Kings and Queens. It was so hard to get used to.

           
The next two days were all about
getting the hang of things in the mansion. There was a chef that made me
whatever I wanted to eat; the food was unbelievable. I often let him choose my
meals as a surprise so I got used to new things, tastes and flavors. I assumed
we were dining out at times and I didn't want to be nervous about eating
something new while with Kip.

           
The day Kip returned from his trip,
there were butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't sure what to expect from him,
especially after our kiss. How would he behave around me and what would his
expectations be for his new
bride.
The thought of
marrying a man like him thrilled me to no end. I had been wondering where he
had disappeared for two days but hoped that as we grew closer together in the
future that I would be privy to that information. I was sure upon seeing him if
I should even ask him any questions. We were complete strangers in an odd
situation.

           
I sat on my bed when there was a
knock on my door. Finally he knocks, I thought.

           
“Come in.”

           
It wasn't Kip who came in however
but instead Marcus.

           
“Evening
miss
Grace.”

           
“Hello Marcus.”

           
“Kip has requested to have dinner
with you in the main dining room.”

           
I glowed when I smiled at him.

           
“I would love to.”

           
“He is also requesting that you wear
one of your new dresses.”

           
I nodded. Was that customary? For a
man to choose what a woman wears to dinner?

           
“Certainly Marcus, thank you. I will
be down shortly.”

           
He nodded and left the room.

           
I was so nervous that I thought I
would throw up. I didn't know what to do my mind just felt so frazzled. I
rushed to the bathroom and quickly took a shower. From there I went through the
process of looking stunning. I dried and straightened my hair until it fell
soft and light around my shoulders. I put a bit of blush and some eyeliner and
mascara on to highlight my features. I then went into my massive closet to
choose a dress for the evening. I wished I would have asked Marcus what Kip's
favorite color was, in order to pick such a dress. I settled on a tight yellow
dress that hugged my body. Once finished I stood in front of a full length mirror
and gaped. I couldn't believe my eyes, I no longer looked like that poor little
girl from Australia. I looked classy and sophisticated. I twirled around in
front of the mirror and felt pleased with my appearance. I smiled at my
reflection and felt ready to go and see Kip.

           
I took a deep breath and headed
downstairs. I walked through the doors to the main dining room where I had
eaten most of my meals. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Kip was
sitting at the other end of the long gigantic table and dinner seemed to be on
the table waiting for my arrival on the other end.

Chapter Nine

Kip

           
When Grace walked into the dining
room and stood before her seating plate I sat in awe of her. I had thought she
was stunning in regular clothes when I picked her up at the airport, but she
was an absolute vision in that yellow dress. I had never in all my life seen
anything so beautiful. She was
mouthwatering
and I
had totally forgot about the food that was sitting before me. Once hungry and
waiting, the last thing I cared about in that moment was eating. The yellow
dress was probably the best thing that I could have ever purchased the girl; it
hugged her fit body tightly and emphasize her beautiful breasts. Every curved
was accentuated and her tight, youthful body was made for a dress like that. I
almost couldn't wait to take her out with me. When people saw what kind of girl
I had on my arm they would envy me even more. Girls like Grace were hard to
find in my world, because so many women decided to be fake and plastic. Grace
however was all natural and her beauty would only compliment my life. She would
be the best accessory that I had ever purchased. Looking at her again, I
couldn't believe she only
cot
me $150,000, she was
virtually priceless. I was certainly a lucky guy though not for the reasons
that would matter to Grace. Right now I just saw her as the perfect trophy
wife. That was more than enough reason to get married. But looking at her right
then, my thoughts weren't just on that. I felt lustful looking at her, I could
definitely skip dinner entirely to fuck her good. As a virgin I could really
fuck her good, give her so many orgasms she wouldn't know what to do. I would
be the only man she ever slept with also, she would never want anyone else
after I was done with her.

           
All I could think about was tearing
that dress off her in that moment and fucking her right on the table. I would
toss aside food, plates, whatever I had to and place her beautiful body down
and take her. It was probably time to discuss my arrangement with her. She was
probably unsure of what things meant between us and I didn't want her to
believe that falling in love and living happily ever after was an option for
us. Not that I wouldn't treat her good, but I just didn't believe the rest was
possible. We needed each other for different reasons so I had no intention of
making her life hell, but I would expect things from her. After we laid down
the guidelines for the relationship I may consider fucking her. Yes, there was
definitely a very good chance that I would be taking her that night. She was
looking so incredible how could I possibly pass up the opportunity to sample my
prize? I bet she tasted just as good as she looked. Tasting her pussy would be
all the dessert I needed. Damn, I really needed to calm my thoughts down or I
would grow hard sitting at the table with her. That would probably not be the
best impression to give the girl for our first dinner together.

           
She sat down at the other end of the
table and said simply, “Hey Kip.”

           
I smiled, amused by her way of
addressing me especially in such as formal atmosphere. It was like she thought
we were old friends catching up. Or maybe things were just so informal back
home where she was from that she really didn't know how to respond in these
situations.

           
“Hi yourself.”

           
“How was your trip?”

           
“Well it was all business so I'm
afraid it wasn't exciting at all. How was your stay so far?”

           
“Overwhelming. But I'm getting used
to things. You have quite the life here. It's exquisite, dreamlike.”

           
“Well I want you to enjoy everything
that my life has to offer Grace. I want you to be happy here.”

           
She smiled, “Thank you for your
kindness.”

           
We started eating and it looked like
Grace was trying to hold herself back from devouring everything before her.
Although she was a charming woman, I thought she could use a few etiquette
classes to help her when dining out. She would need to know how to hold her
utensils properly when we were at corporate events. She could find herself
embarrassed in certain situations without learning a few things. This wasn't
Pretty
Woman
after all, people in my world had expectations or you got shunned. I
didn't want to be embarrassed by her and I didn't want her to be embarrassed
either. I wanted her to be comfortable in my world and fit in.