“Hey, you should get up and take a shower,” Jim tapped me on the shoulder.
“Morning,” I said as I rolled over. His hair was all wet and he was wrapped in a towel. I wanted to go back to sleep, though and covered my head with a pillow.
“Nope, none of that!” He tapped my foot. “Come on, we’ll be landing in an hour.” We were sleeping in the bedroom of Jim’s airplane. It was a bigger plane than the one we took to New York and we had our own bathroom, too.
“Oh, by the way,” Larry sat on the bed. “I don’t know what you did to my friend in New York, but he’s raving about you.”
“I dunno,” I sat up and the bedsheet fell off of me. “He made me pretend to be his granddaughter. Maybe I did a good job?” I rubbed my eyes.
“He made you pretend to be his granddaughter!?”
“Yeah, he made me call him Grandpa and had me wear her clothes—even her underwear,” I explained to Jim. He kept asking more questions, so I told him everything. I told him how Cooper wanted me to cry and tell him to stop when he fucked me. I even told him how he made me hold his cock while he peed in the shower.
“Thanks for telling me all this, Naomi, it could be really important for my work,” Jim said when I was done.
“How?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it, the less you know the better,” Then he leaned in to kiss me. I looked out at the window and saw the clouds below us as we flew.
The day before I had been with Jim in New York, he took me to the city for the afternoon and then we flew to Europe after it got dark. We had sex in the plane’s bedroom and then went to sleep right after. Jim said the time change wouldn’t be as bad this way. But I still felt tired.
Jim pulled me out of bed, though and helped me take a quick shower in the airplane. That day, Jim said he would have meetings, so Terry would be taking me around. Then later, Jim and I were going to dinner. He told me just to dress casual for now and I could just change before dinner.
So I put on a t-shirt and leggings again and brushed my hair before we landed. It was really fun getting to take a private airplane like that and even showering in an airplane. It felt really special.
Terry had a car waiting for us once we landed and he drove to us our hotel. It felt crazy being on the other side of the world. Usually car rides are pretty boring, but there was a lot to see. There were windmills and all the buildings looked really pretty. I told Jim how much I liked seeing everything.
Jim said we were staying in a city called The Hague because he had to meet with people in the Dutch government and that’s where the capitol is. Jim said Amsterdam was the real capitol but that they didn’t actually use it. That didn’t make any sense to me and Jim didn’t know why either. He also didn’t know why they’re called Dutch when the country is called the Netherlands. But whatever!
It felt even crazier when we got to the hotel. It looked like a huge palace! Jim told me the name of the hotel like 20 times but I never remembered it. It was so pretty, though. Jim rented the presidential suite and the view was amazing. It overlooked the ocean and a big ferris wheel outside!
Jim said he was busy and had to go, but Terry was there to watch me. He still made me uncomfortable, but I was starting to like him more and I felt really safe around him.
“Can we go ride the ferris wheel!?” I pointed out the window and asked after Jim was gone.
“Sure, it’s a nice day, too if you want to go to the beach,” Terry said.
“Okay!” I said, excitedly. I went to my luggage and pulled out the blue and purple bikini that I’d packed. Then we went to the pier to ride the ferris wheel. It was pretty cool and we had an awesome view of the ocean and our hotel from the top. We ate lunch on the pier, too and then we went down to the water.
Terry didn’t swim, but I did convince him to take his shoes off and walk in the ocean. He says I’m annoying and silly, but I know he actually likes me—just not in the same way Jim likes me.
I even met some kids my age at the beach. They didn’t speak any English but their mom was with them and she did. It was kind of fun playing with them and their mom translated stuff for us so we could understand each other. I told her Terry was my dad which didn’t even seem that weird. Now that I’d finally started talking to him more, he felt more like a dad than my real one.
The girl I was playing with was around my age and she had a younger sister. We splashed and played together for a while. I noticed another family, too and there was a girl around our age. Except she was only wearing bikini bottoms and looked like she was just in her underwear!
“Why is she topless?” I asked the other girl’s mom.
“Why not?” She answered. “She doesn’t have boobies yet!”
“But we don’t have any, and we’re still wearing tops,” I replied.
“Sure, but you girls don’t really have to unless you want to,” she said.
“Naomi,” Terry laughed. “We’re just not used to that in the states.” The other woman laughed, too.
That’s when I decided to take my top off. I slipped my arms out and pulled it over my head. It felt silly to be topless outside and I liked it. So I ran over and gave my top to Terry so he could hold it for me. Both he and the other lady thought it was amusing.
“Okay,” I turned back to the ocean and felt my flat chest. The younger girl I was playing with took her tops off, too. Then so did her older sister. I thought maybe some people would be staring at us like my brothers always did, but nobody seemed to care.
We kept playing in the water and had a lot of fun. It started to sprinkle, though and Terry looked at his phone and said it was supposed to rain harder. That’s when the other family left. I said goodbye to the lady and her daughters and they taught me how to say goodbye in Dutch. That was kind of cool because now I know how to say some things in both Dutch and Spanish.
Anyways, Terry told me I should my top back on, so I did. I had brought a beach poncho that I put on to when we left, too. Earlier, we had seen an arcade by the pier, so I asked Terry if we could go play games since it was raining.
He agreed, so we walked to the arcade before it rained too hard. We played games together and we had a lot of fun. I wouldn’t have minded playing for longer, but he said it was time to meet Jim.
Fortunately, it had almost stopped raining by then. So we didn’t get too wet when we walked back to the hotel.
Jim got to the room a little after we did and told me to get dressed for dinner. I took a quick shower and then picked out a black spaghetti strapped shirt and a long black skirt to go with it. I like that skirt because of the way it twirls when I spin around. Then I put on a necklace with a heart shaped pendant that Jim had bought for me.
Before we went down to eat, Jim told Terry we’d meet him back in our room in an hour. I asked Jim when we were in the elevator and he told me that he had an important meeting. He also said that he needed me to be there. I wondered what it was about, but he told me I’d find out later.
We ate at a fancy restaurant in the hotel. The food was amazing and I was pretty full when we were finished. I told Jim how good it was and how much I liked going out to eat with him.
“I’m glad you liked it, little lady,” he told me. “I enjoy taking you out because you like to try different types of food.” It felt good to hear him say that.
Then Jim’s phone vibrated, “Looks like Terry is ready for upstairs—excuse me miss, can you bill this to the room?” Jim said to the waitress walking by.
“Yes, of course sir,” she answered, “Let me get you a receipt, one moment.”
“Thank you,” then Jim turned back to me. “Now when we get back to the room, I need you to do everything I say, okay?”
“Uh—okay,” I answered. I always did everything Jim said, so I didn’t know why he said that.
“Even if it feels weird or uncomfortable, you have to do what I tell you, do you understand?”
“Yes!” I was kind of annoyed. But I assumed we must be doing something important—like when Jim had me golf with Edward before he bought his company or something. It turns out I was right—sort of.
When we got back to the suite, Terry was sitting on one of the sofas in the living room. There was another man, too that I didn’t recognize sitting on the opposite sofa. All the curtains were closed and only a few lights were on.
“Mr. Morrison,” the man said and stood up to shake Jim’s hand.
“Maarten, it’s good to see you again,” Jim answered. The man glanced at me, but then looked back at Jim.
“So your associate here said you needed to see me in person,” Maarten said. “But he didn’t say much more. I hope everything is okay.”
“Oh yes, please sit,” Jim motioned toward the two sofas. Jim grabbed my hand and led me over to the sitting area. Terry stood up and gave us his seat. He stood nearby instead which looked kind of weird. I think it made Maarten nervous, too because I saw him look over at him once Jim and I sat down in front of him.
“Look Maarten, we’re very grateful for all the work you’ve done so far to help us get this contract,” Jim told him.
“I’m glad to hear that, I know it’s taking a little longer than we thought. But I am confident we’ll have it wrapped up in the next week or two.”
“That’s good to hear,” Jim said. “But I do want to make sure that you’re properly—motivated.”
“Jim, of course,” Maarten swallowed hard. “I’m doing everything I can.”
“Well, that’s why I wanted to speak with you,” Jim started out sounding like a normal business man, but then his voice got lower. “I just—think you could be doing a lot more.”
“No please, you have to believe I’m doing everything I possibly can to make this happen,” Maarten’s voice cracked. “This contract is just as important to me as it is to you.”
“Come on, Maarten, you’re smarter than that,” Jim’s voice sounded even darker. “You expect me to believe the threat of exposing your affair to your wife is enough for you to do anything to help me get what I want!?”
“Please you have to believe me!” The man sounded desperate. “There’s nothing more important to me…”
“I wish I could believe you, Martin, but it’s already been two months longer than you promised.” Jim interrupted. “So forgive me if I’m starting to doubt that you’re properly motivated.” Terry walked closer to where Martin was sitting.
“Look, I can make sure you get the contract in a week,” Maarten said, looking nervously at Terry. “It’s—it’s just like I told you over the phone. We—We’re almost there!”
“Just help me understand this Maarten… Let’s say your affair does go public,” Jim went on. “What then? Your political career is over, sure. But you’re smart and experienced—the private sector will snap you up in no time.” Terry was slowly walking behind the other sofa as Jim spoke and stopped right behind Martin. In the dim light, he looked like a shadow standing behind him.
“Your wife—probably leaves you and takes the house but you get a nice Apartment in Amsterdam and still get to see your kids every other week.” Jim motioned with his hands as he spoke. “Look, my point is—as we would say in America—you’ll land on your feet.”
Maarten tried to speak, but Jim held up a finger and stopped him, “And since it’s taken you this long, you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t think you are doing everything you possibly can to make this happen.” The room was silent when Jim turned to me.
“Naomi,” Jim looked me in the eye and brushed my hair back. “I need you to take your shirt off and suck this man’s cock.”
“What!?” Maarten said in a panicked voice—nearly yelling. It took a moment for me to realize what Jim had even said. But I stood up and lifted up my shirt. I felt bad for the man and didn’t want to do it. But I knew I didn’t really have a choice either.
“Like I said, Maarten,” Jim answered as I dropped my shirt in the spot I had been sitting. “I need to make sure you’re properly motivated.”
“She’s a fucking kid!” Maarten’s yell sounded more like a cry.
“Exactly, and unlike your affair, if everyone finds you paid an eight year old prostitute to blow you in a hotel room, your life is over,” Jim taunted him as I walked closer.
“No, I didn’t pay for shit!” He cried. “You’re fucking sick, man!” By then, Terry was holding the man to the sofa so he couldn’t get away.
“Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be,” Jim told him. “And by the way, you actually did pay for this, Maartin. The 400 euros Terry asked you to get from the ATM—that’s for her.” I got on my knees in front of Maarten. Terry was already holding his arms tightly, but the man closed his legs when I tried to get closer.
“God, no—don’t do this!”
“Just let Naomi do her job,” Jim instructed him. “It’ll be easier for all of us, believe me.”
“Please, don’t,” Maarten was crying and looked right at me. “I’ll do anything!” He made a whining noise as I put my hands on his knees.
“Yeah, that’s kind of the point,” I heard Jim say behind me. “I really do believe you’ll do anything to avoid this one getting out.”
I looked up and saw Terry change his grip. Whatever he did made Maartin cry out. He seemed to finally give up and relax after that. I was able to push his legs open easily and crawl in between them. Then I reached up and unzipped his pants.
“Stop, please,” he cried, begging me to stop. I looked up at him and felt really bad. So I stopped and looked back at Jim. I hoped he would let me stop because I almost felt like crying, too.
“Little lady, you are going to suck his cock whether you want to or not,” Jim sounded meaner than I’d ever heard him before. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told him—don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.”
Understanding Jim wasn’t going to let me stop, I turned back to Maarten, “Sorry.” I said as I put my hand into the front of his pants. His body shivered while I felt around for his dick. He started saying some other stuff I didn’t understand, so I figured he was probably speaking Dutch.
I quickly felt his cock and eventually figured out how to free it from his underwear. He kept crying as I pulled it out the front of his pants.
It was soft at first, but I still lifted my head to his lap to suck it. Maarten gasped when I put my mouth around it.
“Please, just stop!” Maarten whined again. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away and decided I wasn’t going to cry—even though I felt really bad for him.
“She’s really a pretty great cock-sucker, so you might as well enjoy it,” Jim answered.
“Please—no! Oh fuck!” Maarten’s cock was growing in between my lips. “It feels—no stooop!” The man’s legs moved and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. When I looked up, I saw Terry had let go of Maartin’s arms. He was still crying, a little, but was more relaxed and seemed to like what I was doing to him.
After moving my head up and down in his lap, I pulled away and grabbed his cock with both hands. I jerked it for a moment and put it back in my mouth to keep sucking. He still mumbled or whimpered every once in a while and Jim said stuff to make him feel better. But I just kept sucking his cock like I was supposed to. It was a lot easier for me once he seemed to like it—at least a little bit.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Terry had gotten a camera and was taking pictures of us. Maarten had put his head back on the sofa and looked like he was really enjoying his blow job—but he mumbled a few times that he wanted it to be over.
I licked Maarten’s shaft up and down while Terry got pictures of us. I’m pretty sure he started taking a video, too. I swirled my tongue around the guy’s cock and put it back in my mouth. Then I heard him moan.
After I sucked his cock for a little longer, I felt his legs twitch and he started shooting his goo in my mouth. He moaned really loud and grabbed at the sofa, so I know it must have felt really good.
His sperm tasted really nasty and made me gag, so I pulled away and aimed his cock at my chest. I looked down and watched it shoot onto my nipples and drip down to my stomach. His cock kept moving in between my hands and I held it until it stopped shooting cum at me.
Then I pushed myself up on Maarten’s thighs and turned around. Jim and Terry both looked happy.
“Here you go, little lady,” Jim stood up and handed me my shirt. “Go in the other room and get cleaned up. I’ll be there in a minute.” I took my shirt from him and headed toward the master bedroom, but I listened to Jim talking to Terry as I left.
“Help him recover. Take him home or wherever he wants to go, titty bar, hookers—whatever,” I heard Jim say as I walked into the bedroom. I looked back and the man on the sofa and felt bad. He had laid down and curled up in a ball on the sofa. He had his head in his hands and looked like he might be crying again, but I couldn’t tell. I hoped he’d be okay.
I walked into the bathroom and got a washcloth wet to clean Maarten’s cum off my body. I started with the little bit that got on my face, then I ran it over my chest.
Jim walked in without saying anything. He picked me up and put me on the counter. Then he took the washcloth from me and helped clean me up.
“What’s going to happen to him?” I wondered while Jim wiped goo off me.
“He’ll be fine,” Jim got the washcloth wet again. “That’s just my way of getting people to give me their best work.” He looked down at my chest as he explained it.
“But it’s mean…” I said.
“It can be,” Jim agreed. I stayed quiet for a bit and watched him clean me some more.
“Am I a bad person?” I asked finally.
“No, you’re just a kid,” Jim pushed my hair behind my ear. “I’m the bad guy.”
“Okay…” That didn’t really make me feel any better. “Don’t you feel bad?”
“Sometimes—but doing stuff like that also makes me feel really happy and strong,” Jim put down the wash cloth and just stood in front of me. “I used to be an honest businessman, but that shit got boring. Plus—I like to fuck little girls.” He started undoing his pants and dropped them to the floor.
“What if I don’t want to be like you.”
“You’re so smart and beautiful, you can grow up and be whoever you want to be, Naomi,” Jim pushed of his underwear and grabbed my waist to pull me closer. “But for now, you’re my little whore.” He lifted up my skirt and didn’t even take my panties off. Jim just pulled them to the side and stuck his cock into my Kitty.
He didn’t hold back and I gasped. As he pushed his cock in and out of me, I started feeling better and better. It seemed wrong and I didn’t understand why, but I wanted to be Jim’s whore. I wanted him to make me suck random guys cocks while he watched me. I wanted him to drop me off at stranger’s houses so I could pretend to be their granddaughter. I wanted him to make me cum!
I squealed and tugged Jim’s shirt. He put his hand in my head and another on my lower back. His cock moved faster and my whole body shook. I kicked my legs out and was amazed how good I felt. Nobody had ever made me cum so fast before.
Jim kept fucking my kitty when my orgasm was over. I just sat there in his arms and enjoyed the noises he made while his cock moved inside me. I suddenly started feeling good all over again and was surprised.
I looked up at Jim he looked me in the eyes. I made another noise as another orgasm hit me. He made a weird face and moaned, too while his fingers dug into my head.
I wrapped my legs around him and we held each other. Both of us felt so good. He was filling my kitty and I didn’t want it to stop. I felt his heart beating as he hugged me close.
After a minute, we relaxed and he pulled his cock out of me. Jim’s goo started leaking into my panties, but it didn’t bother me. He leaned in and kissed me. So I grabbed his heck and kissed him back as best as I could.
Then when he pulled away, I said three words that made me feel even more amazing.
“I love you…” he paused and looked at me after I said it. Then he leaned back in and we kissed again. He didn’t say it back, but that was okay. I already had his goo in my panties, so that’s all that mattered.