Alain was the French artist who had rented the family's guest house for almost ten years. Unbeknownst to her parents Cassie had been Alain's muse and inspiration for much of his art and photography. He had nursed a desire for Cassie starting when she was fourteen and her countenance changed from that of a sweet girl to one of a young woman.
By the time she was sixteen Alain had made a decent income off of his portraits of the girl and the photography in which his hook was to never show Cassie's face. That was something he saved for himself.
Now she was older and her family's fortunes had turned for the worse. The rent money that Alain paid to them every month was critical to making their bills. So when Alain one day offered Cassie a large sum of money to pose nude for him she couldn't resist. That summer she posed for him in his studio almost weekly. By the fall she was comfortable being nude around the older man and would not bother wearing much more than a simple dress when she went to visit him.
Early one morning Cassie went to see Alain early in the morning and as was her custom she took off her dress and entered the studio.
"Cassie, come upstairs!" called Alain.
The thought of hesitating didn't occur to her and she padded her way up the stairs to the bedroom. Alain met her at the door dressed in a robe and he gestured towards the bed.
The soft downy bed was still warm with his body heat as she got onto it.
She lay face down as Alain preferred this kind of pose from her and that's what she expected.
What she didn't expect was for the older man to drop his robe.
"Alain?" she looked at him quizzically.
"Spread your legs, chérie."
She did as he asked and then drew in a breath as he ran his hands up the insides of her thighs.
"Alain! What are you...?"
He cut her off with a simple, "Silence, s'il-vous-plaît!"
His thumbs then fondled her pussy lips.
