Brie's Ballet Sponsor E-BOOK

I lived for ballet. Mum passed away when I was young, and she had encouraged me to start, so it was natural that I threw myself into it. Apart from dad, who supported me all the way, there was nothing else in my life; no boyfriends, as little school work as possible, and no friends who couldn't pirouette!

Then, I got an apprentice place, I was so excited at the prospect of my life-long dream coming true, until the cold reality of money bit. However, a curious chain of events unravelled. Dad revealed that Mum had had a lover, who he knew all about, and in fact condoned. He told me that this man knew about me and wanted to help me financially. He made the introduction and before I knew it, I had a sugar daddy! Me, a virgin, who had never even heard the term before, was being offered up to a man over three times my age. Alan, my Mum's lover, wanted my cherry and was prepared to pay me handsomely for it!

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He took my hand and led me inside. "I've known you all your life, in fact Brie," he said, as we walked down a long hallway."I watched you grow, and I've seen you blossom into a gorgeous young woman, just like your mother." He opened the door into a lounge with a huge fire blazing in the grate.

"Yes, I know about you and Mum," I said quietly, as I accepted a glass of Champagne.

"I loved her, Brie," Alan said quickly, and I wondered if I'd offended him. "And she loved me too." He paused, and we both sipped our Champagne, as my mind raced. I could see an obvious bulge forming in his crotch area, and the idea of losing my virginity to Mum's former lover suddenly seemed real, and very intriguing.

"She loved Dad," I replied weakly.

"I have no doubt of that," he replied. "I mean, of course she did. The love we shared though, was quite different, and very profound. Can you understand?"

"I'm not sure," I said honestly.

"I hope you'll learn to understand, Brie," he smiled. "In fact, I'm sure you will. You see, I love you in the same way."

"Oh!"

Alan took my already empty glass off me and set it next to his on the big oak mantlepiece, as he stood in front of the fire. He slipped my cardigan off my shoulders and held my bare arms tightly, drawing me towards him, as he dipped his head and his lips found my own.

My head swam, as for some minutes, Alan kissed me like a lover. His breath tasted minty and pleasant, as his tongue gently explored my mouth and he pressed his body against mine. Then I felt his strong hands move down my back, before clasping my round buttocks, thrusting my hips forward, so there was no doubting at all the size of his erection. Then, he moved us slightly apart, and I felt those iron fingers squeezing my boobs. My always sensitive nipples sprang to attention, and my whole body began to tingle.