Belle was deep asleep, dreaming of a time when she was innocent. She was running through the woods in her back yard, her mother laughing and close behind. Her mother swept her up into her arms and spun her around. “Come Belle, lets go home.” Her mother whispered in her ear. Belle could remember this day well. It was the day she learned that nymphomania was in her family.

She woke that night, hearing loud moans from her parents bedroom. Belle wasn’t sure what she thought, but she needed to see what was happening. She clambered out of bed, tiptoed through the hall, and cracked her parents door open. What she saw glued her in place. Her mother was on all fours, head toward the headboard, mouth open and moaning. Her father was behind her, clasping her waist and thrusting quickly and hard. He leaned forward, hunching over her, continuing his humping motion as he reached around and clasped her boobs with his hands.

After they had climaxed, they collapsed on their bed, and Belle was released from her position in the door way. She snuck back to her room, and fell asleep. She awoke to the smell of bacon, and her mother calling her to breakfast. Belle woke up disoriented. The room wasn’t her own. The smell of bacon wafted through the open door, and Belle sat up. She tensed her ass, shocked that she felt no pain from the sex last night. She grabbed one of Gabriel’s discarded shirts and pulled it over her head. She slipped her skirt on, and followed the smell to the kitchen.

Gabriel turned and smiled at her as she sniffed loudly. He motioned her to the counter, and she silently slid onto the stool. He slid a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast buttered perfectly towards her. Handing her a fork, he said, “Dig in.” She thanked him and ate ravenously. He soon sat next to her, pausing to kiss her neck before taking his seat. She bit her lip, uncomfortable with the easy act.

“You don’t approve. I’m sorry.” Gabriel apologized.

“N-no, it’s fine.” Belle quickly protested. She had actually liked it. “It’s just, not something I normally do, that’s all.”

“Well you’re a whore. You don’t spend the night, usually.” Gabriel pointed out.

Belle nodded mutely, no longer having much of an appetite. She poked at the remaining eggs on her plate. She kept her eyes down, feeling his eyes on her, a blush creeping up her cheeks. He tilted his head at her quizzically. “You are ashamed?”

“Wouldn’t you be? I mean, if you did something for a living that disgusted most people, wouldn’t you feel… ashamed for it to be talked about openly?” Belle retorted.

Gabriel nodded. He collected her dishes and dropped them in the sink. He pulled out his wallet, and slid a credit card across the counter at her. “Go shopping. Buy a formal gown. Something… sexy, but not slutty. You need to catch attention, but not arouse immediately, tonight. I’ve got a task for you to do.”

Belle stood with a frown, her eyes on the card. “You’re not going all ‘Pretty Woman’ on me, are you?” She demanded nervously. He chuckled. “Hardly. This is for your benefit, not mine. What pleasure I may gain from this, is secondary.”

She picked up the card. “What, are you trying to tell me you’re on a mission from God, or something?”

Gabriel walked toward her. He ran a hand through her hair, and kissed her soundly. “I’m on a mission for you.” He said. He gave her a gentle push. “Be back here by 7pm.” Belle smiled and collected her things from his bedroom. She dressed and caught a cab.

After trying several gowns, and asking the opinions of several customers, she settled on a silk, moss green gown that cascaded down her body and showed the swell of her breasts. She spent the rest of the day browsing shops, in case she were to find a more attractive one.

She returned at promptly 7 to Gabriel’s door. He let her in. “Get dressed, quickly. We have to hurry.” She hefted her bag and made to go to the bedroom. He caught hold of her arm. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen. Change here.”

Belle rolled her eyes and stripped before him. She removed her bra as well, and he raised an eyebrow questioningly. “This dress can’t be worn with a bra.” She explained. He frowned, and she quickly interrupted. “It’s not slutty, it just shows cleavage. I even asked opinions before buying it.”

She bent over and dug into the bag. She paused as he ran his hands over her ass. “We don’t have time.” She gently reminded him, straightening and stepping into the gown. She turned her back, and he zipped the gown with a sigh. She bent once more to get the matching shoes she had bought. His hands were on her back once more. Belle giggled as she straightened. Suddenly strong arms wrapped around her, and warm lips pressed against her neck.

Gabriel pressed his body against her, his arousal by no means hidden. He began walking her into the bedroom, kissing her neck and nibbling her ears. Belle sighed and moaned softly, aroused by the scene. Gabriel tugged at the zipper, slipping the gown off her shoulders and caressing her breasts. His lips moved to her shoulder and he lowered one hand to her panties. He slid his hand into them and with one finger massaged her clit.

Belle gasped and bucked against him. He groaned as she rubbed her ass against his erection. Suddenly he released her and yanked off her panties. He stripped swiftly and pressed her down onto the bed. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, and Belle cried out. “No!”

“Shh.” Gabriel whispered. He continued to rub his cock against her, then climbed over her legs and pressed it against her tits. Belle sighed with relief and pressed her boobs together. He buried his cock in her cleavage, driving back and forth, the head popping out above as he thrust all the way. She lifted her head and stuck out her tongue so that each time, she flicked the tip. They continued this frantic humping for several minutes, until Gabriel grunted and sprayed his cum all over her chin. Belle licked it up, ravenous.

Gabriel pulled away and climbed back down to her pussy, pressing his face against it. He began licking her in earnest, slipping first one finger, then two into her tight hole. He pushed only so far before he felt her hymen. He pushed against it, then pulled out, simulating the thrusting motion of a cock. He added a third finger as he lapped at her clit. Without warning, Belle came hard and violently, her pussy sucking his fingers in and sweet liquid gushing over Gabriel’s tongue.

As she recovered from her climax, Gabriel slid back up, kissing her cheek gently. “We’re going to be late for whatever you needed me to buy the gown for.” Belle murmured, embarrassed.

Gabriel chuckled. “Their loss.” They cuddled for several hours, Belle telling him about herself. Gabriel made love to her in the ass once more, before spooning her and talking her to sleep.