Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Story codes: M/F voyeur, Hist Maximillian von Langsdorf Elizabeth started at the name. 'Baron von Langsdorf?' She had heard of this man and his reputation as a rich and womanising landowner. He owned the house that Bettina's friend, Katerina, lived in. And Elizabeth suspected that Katarina's mother, a young and beautiful widow, often paid her rent in much the same way as she herself paid for her groceries! 'The very same, Frau Schmidt.' 'Please, call me Elizabeth. I'm afraid you will find our house very humble, Sir. I am just a poor widow, struggling to support myself and my daughter.' 'A friendly house, especially one with a welcoming bed, is the finest abode a man could wish for! And this is, I have no doubt, such a house!' 'You are too kind Baron. But please, make yourself at home.' He sat down in one of the two small armchairs, not taking his eyes off Elizabeth. 'Would you care for some tea....?' 'No thank you. But tell me....the young lady that let me in....she is your daughter?' 'Yes, Bettina.' 'A charming young lady, if I may say so.' Elizabeth feels a moment of anxiety as this infamous man comments on her little Bettina. 'Shall we go upstairs my dear, or do you need a little more time?' 'No, no....well....er....' She paused, composing herself. She had been rather overtaken by events, and was rather unprepared for his request! 'Please come with me.' She turned and made for the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Bettina slipped into her room and quietly closed the door. Bettina heard the two adults come upstairs, and when her mother's bedroom door closed, she crept out onto the landing and listened to what was going on. 'Let me help you with that....there.....and this.....no, no, let me do that....' Then a silence for a few minutes, then, 'Shall we dispense with those knickers now? There....my word Elizabeth, what a fine example of womanhood you are!' Bettina was horrified! Her mother had just been undressed by this man! Even her knickers! Then something came into the back of her mind. Something she had learned at school. About babies. How men and women....Sex! That was it! Her mother was going to have sex with this man! Bettina glued her ear to the door! This was too good to miss! Inside the bedroom the voices had dropped to a much lower level. She could hear the man again. 'Ah! Yes! Very good! No, no. Not yet....suck a little longer my dear, suck a little longer....thats it....Ahhh!!!' Bettina was puzzled. Suck? She couldn't remember any sucking in the biology lesson. What had that got to do with sex? All was quiet for a few minutes, then she heard her mother's voice. 'Shall I get on top, Baron?' The man answered. 'Yes, well done....very thoughtful. Put it in will you?' Bettina's eyes widened. The man had put his thing in her Mum! No! Her Mum had! She listened intently, her ears picking up the sound of the creaking bed and the laboured breathing. She had seen dogs doing it, and had once seen a bull with a cow, so she now realised that the bed was creaking because the man was pushing in and out of her Mum! Wait a minute though; her Mum was on top, so that must mean....her Mum was doing it! A few minutes later Bettina was a little concerned by the grunts and groans of the man, and the funny squeaking noises her Mum was making! What was going on? Was he hurting her Mum? Suddenly all was quiet again, and after a few moments she heard the gentle breathing that told her that the someone had fallen asleep. She crept back to her bedroom, her head full of the mysterious and wonderful sounds that she had heard as her Mum and the stranger had sex! She climbed into her little bed and as she closed her eyes, her little fingers slipped between her legs, her mind running over the events of the evening. What, she wondered, did it feel like to have a man's thing inside you? A few minutes later she drifted off to sleep on the gentle waves of a diminishing adolescent orgasm. Back in the bedroom, Maximillian was stirring. 'Now my dear, shall we give Max the little extra he has paid for, hmmm?' Elizabeth felt a cold shiver run up her spine. 'What...do you want to do?' 'Just get on your hands and knees, and relax, hmmm?' Elizabeth did as he asked. She bit her lip as she felt his tongue lapping around her anus, gentle probing, wetting, lubricating. So that was what he wanted! 'Please don't hurt me Sir....no one has ever done that to me before....' 'Don't you worry, Elizabeth!' His finger probed and pushed. 'Push like you're giving birth, and all will be well!' Again she did as she was bid, and was surprised to find that his finger slipped into her anus without any trouble! He worked his finger around for a minute, then pulled it out of her. She immediately felt the head of his cock replace his finger, and he said, 'Push again, that's it, a little more...!' This time, despite her pushing, she felt the discomfort of her anal virginity being taken. His penis was long, and he slowly worked it in and out of her bottom. Gradually the discomfort faded, and she began to relax a little. 'Wonderful my dear Elizabeth! Wonderful! So tight......So virginal!' He gripped her buttocks and his action both lengthened and quickened over the next few minutes. Then she felt the familiar warmth filling her. 'Well, that was alright wasn't it? And well worth the price if I may say so!' He lay back on the pillow. 'Breakfast included is it?' and promptly fell asleep! Elizabeth lay there for a minute, her anus trickling semen. She tensed as it tickled her, and promptly embarrassed herself with a loud and wet fart! Bettina was up early. She spread a cloth on the table and laid out breakfast for three, as she had when Herr Poppel had stayed. Then it hit her. Of course! Herr Poppel had slept with her Mum too! He must have had sex with her as well! Baron Maximillian von Langsdorf was, at that moment, lying back on the pillow, watching Elizabeth impale herself on his cock. She was kneeling astride him, her hands on his hips, lowering herself onto him. He looked her up and down, taking in her large breasts with their big nipples, then down at the bush of black hair that his cock was disappearing into. He studied her face, unlined, framed by her long dark hair as it cascaded over her shoulders. A lovely woman indeed. And judging by the way she now moved back and forth on his cock, a woman just born to be a whore! 'Do you have many clients, Elizabeth?' he asked. For a second she paused, and he saw anger flash into her eyes. But it passed as quickly as it came, and she resumed her movement. 'No Sir, I have three gentlemen, all single and men of good manners, that regularly call upon me. I like to think that we all benefit from the arrangement.' 'I see. So you are in fact, shall we say, more of a courtesan, a mistress to several men rather than, er....anything else!' 'You may call me a whore, Baron, as in truth, that is what I have become.' He closed his eyes, and Elizabeth felt his hips rise up to meet her, and immediately felt the wetness of his ejaculation. Her words had pushed him over the edge of control, and had triggered his orgasm. The Baron, Elizabeth mused, was one of those men who liked to hear lewdness as well as partaking of it! Bettina had been in the little pantry at the side of the kitchen, where she had been organising breakfast. When she came into the living room, she found the stranger seated at the table. 'Good morning, young lady! My name is Max. And what may I call you?' Asked the Baron. 'My name is Bettina, Sir.' she replied. She stepped up to the table, placing a jug of milk in the centre of it. As she leaned across the table she felt the Baron's hand on the back of her knee. She turned slightly and looked at him. He just smiled, and slipped it a little higher, fondling her buttocks. Bettina stood up. 'Well Bettina, I see you look after your guests very well! You are a credit to your mother.' Bettina felt his fingers curl around her upper thigh, squeezing her leg through the cotton of her knickers, pulling her towards him, trapping her against his side. 'It's good manners to look after people in your house, Sir.' Something in her head told her to move, to get away from his hands. Something else, curiosity, perhaps, told her not to move! The curiosity won. Bettina saw the Baron's eyes drop down to her chest, inspecting the little breasts that had recently begun to signal to the world that her body was going to be a woman soon. 'Good manners and beautiful as well! My, my Bettina, what a lovely girl you are!' Bettina blushed deeply. Other people had told her in the past that she was lovely, but that had been different! They were aunts or women in the village. Not grown men who had their hand up her dress! Bettina started slightly as she realised his fingers were gently massaging her. In the same way she had massaged herself last night! The Baron felt a damp spot on the cotton material he had in his hand. His smiled broadened. 'And so grown up too....very grown up for your age! Just how old are you, Bettina?' She moved back a step, away from his touch. 'I'm twelve Sir, soon to be thirteen.' 'Ah! A young woman, indeed! And taking after your mother, no doubt!' Bettina frowned. She wasn't sure what he meant. It was at that moment that Elizabeth swept into the room. She eyed the Baron suspiciously. 'Bettina has been looking after me....' he said, pouring tea from the little china teapot that Bettina had so carefully filled from the big kettle on the kitchen stove a few minutes before....'she does you credit! And beautiful as well. You must be very proud of her!' Elizabeth looked at her daughter. For the first time she saw her as more than a baby. Of course, she had seen Bettina begin to develop breasts. She was planning to tell her about men and babies soon. But this was different. This man wasn't commenting on a child. He called Bettina by name; he looked her in the eye as he spoke about her. He was talking about Bettina as though she was a woman! Elizabeth caught her breath as she saw the expression on her daughter's face. Bettina was flushed, and smiling, her eyes were sparkling! And she was returning the Baron's gaze! Elizabeth felt panic rising in her! Her little girl was flirting with this man! 'Bettina....go and tidy your room....then go to the dairy for some more milk, please.' Bettina's face fell. 'Yes, Mother.' she said in a desultory tone. She went upstairs and began her morning chores. Maximillian turned on his chair to face Elizabeth. 'Bettina is a beautiful girl, just at that stage where innocence thrives and sexuality breathes the first breath of it's life! A veritable gemstone of femininity!' 'How can you talk like that!' Elizabeth retorted. 'She's only a child! She has nothing for a man to take interest in!' 'My dear Elizabeth!' he exclaimed, 'How wrong you are! Abbots hang themselves from the beams of monasteries because of girls like Bettina! Kings go to war with each other over the delights such a girl has to offer! Do you know nothing of men??!!' 'But she is only a child! Not yet thirteen!' She was confused and anxious. 'Ah! Child? Nonsense! Didn't you see her positively wallowing in female self-indulgence as I spoke about her! She loved being called beautiful! She gazed into my eyes like a mesmerised fawn as I complimented her! At this very moment her hormones are raging like a furnace! Her ears will be pink until lunch time!' 'Your imagination is over wrought, Sir.' She began to turn from defence to attack. 'I am sure no decent man would think of Bettina as....well....as a....' The Baron cut her short. 'A woman? A desirable female to be bedded? You are seriously mistaken Elizabeth! Many men, myself included, would give their eye teeth to introduce Bettina to the delights of love!' Elizabeth stared at him. He wanted Bettina? 'You would....' struggling with the whole concept she could hardly find words to speak. He spoke in a low urgent tone. 'Without hesitation! And I promise you, I will if the opportunity arises! And I'd pay handsomely to be given the opportunity! Ten times more than I paid for your company, Elizabeth! And that's a fact!' She stared at him, open mouthed. 'But...but....that would be.....' she stammered. The amount he suggested was a month's wages or more for a working man! To Elizabeth in her impoverished circumstances, a veritable fortune! 'Are you suggesting that I should....prostitute....my daughter?!' Her voice was a whisper. 'Such an ugly word!' cried the Baron. 'No! But would you rather she discovered her sexuality with some farm boy, who roughly handles her in a barn some day? Surely it's better that she is introduced to the ways of the world by someone caring and gentle? For be assured Elizabeth, it will be one or the other, for nature will not be denied, and Bettina has real blood in her veins, as I'm sure we both saw!' The Baron had gambled. Either she would throw him out in a fit of protective rage, or she would consider! And she had not thrown him out yet! He advanced his case. 'Here, take this and buy Bettina some new clothes.' He placed some banknotes on the table. 'Take it as a gift for her. Free of obligation.' Elizabeth sat down heavily on the chair next to the Baron. Her face was pale, heard breathing fast and shallow. She was shocked by his proposition. Why would a man want to pay so much for a little girl, when so many grown women, herself included, were available to him? She really could not understand men. She could however, understand the amount of money that had been mentioned! 'I could not Sir....Your charity does you credit, but....' he interrupted her. 'Nonsense! Can a man not see his mistress's children well turned out? For make no mistake Elizabeth, I am now your fourth gentleman caller!' 'I really couldn't take....' she stammered. He interrupted her again. 'I shall send what I think fit then. But I think it would be better all round if you were to supervise the matter. I am not familiar with ladies clothing, nor the sizes involved. I understand them only to be complicated, confusing and....' he added with a broad smile, '....far too difficult to remove!' 'Well, I suppose....in that case....' 'Good! The matter is resolved.' He added a few more notes to the heap. 'Shoes and accessories too. She must not be understated.' Elizabeth looked at him with a puzzled expression. He explained. 'A matter of personal pride, you see. I will not have half measures, nor second best. I have my standards, and I insist they are maintained. And that extends to any lady that I have the honour to have....er....well, to have!' Elizabeth tidied up the bank notes and took them to the little table in the corner of the room. Without counting them she put them in the draw. 'Very well. Thank you. I shall see to it.' 'I am welcome to call again, I hope?' he smiled softly, a hopeful tone in his voice, although he well knew that simply by plying her with enough cash, he was securing for himself a willing bed mate. 'As you wish, Baron. But please understand, I must keep a schedule of my, er, activities. Please let me know in advance when you wish to call upon me.' For the first time she saw his face harden a little. The Baron, it seemed, did not like to share! 'Yes, of course. You do have other commitments. I shall send a letter, well in advance. But what of Bettina?' 'Out of the question! She is far too young! She knows nothing of such things.' Now, Baron von Langsdorf was not just titled, he was as shrewd an operator and businessman as any! He knew an opportunity when he saw one, and was well versed in getting the best of a situation. Guiding the conversation to his advantage, he said, 'What if Bettina were to visit my house one weekend, with a guarantee that nothing would happen to her without her consent? That no coercion or pressure be used to obtain her consent, would that be agreeable to you?' Elizabeth felt cold inside, but had no chance to voice her feelings before he moved in with his masterstroke. 'Half the aforesaid amount before, yours no matter what the outcome, and the rest if my seduction succeeds?' She pursed her lips. Her thoughts raced round her head. Such an amount of money! Even half the amount! But her little baby! To loose her virginity to the Baron? She would lose it eventually of course, but surely, on her wedding night! Elizabeth's thoughts turned to her own deflowering. It seemed such a long time ago now. But she was much older than Bettina....she had been.... Like a thunderclap the memory came back. It was just after her fourteenth birthday. She had been only a year or so older than Bettina! (3000 Words)