The Adventures of Isabelle an Upper Class Slut

[Newstart]

Sunday morning and the day Bella’s husband comes home. I’ve been out for a run – 40 minutes and close on 5 miles so a good start to the day and it keeps me fit. A pint of smoothie, a shower and TV Channel 9 for the local news at 6am.
It’s the usual stuff but the banner running at the bottom of the screen stops me dead.

Prominent local businessman Mr Carl Anderson found dead in hotel room in Nassau. Local police report no suspicious circumstances.

What the fuck?
I’m supposed to be picking him up from the airport after lunch.
What the fuck has happened?

Whatever, I need to get to Bella before the press does so I don my chauffeur’s uniform, park the limo at the front door and use the side door to the house. It’s Dolores’ first day back and I give her the news, call the Anderson’s security service and within fifteen minutes there’s two heavies on the gates.
There’s more news now.

“Good morning. This is Channel 9, first with local news and at the top of the hour this morning, prominent local businessman Mr Carl Anderson was pronounced dead by paramedics who attended the luxurious Ocean Club Bahamas where Mr Anderson was holidaying with a companion. It is believed that Mr Anderson died of natural causes.”

Natural causes? Ha! I bet he died on the job, probably a cardiac arrest brought on by his – well, let’s be polite – brought on by his exertions.

I go up to Bella's bedroom, She’s still fast asleep where I left her, looking as beautiful as ever. I sit on the side of the bed and gently shake her shoulder.

"Bella, Bella."

 

[angelique127]

Chapter Two : The Widow

I never expected to be widowed at a young age, but here I was, a very young and rich widow that had just inherited a multi million dollar estate ! Of course Carl's family lawyers and ex wife would certainly contest the will but there was, thankfully no pre nup. It was the one thing I insisted on before Carl proposed to me. It also saved the expense of a messy divorce unless my philandering husband agreed to my demands and terms. Not to mention the two million dollar insurance policy I was the sole beneficiary of. His sudden death did ruin my revenge I had planned, to make him grovel at my feet and beg for forgiveness for his infidelity.

Yes, I was a very wealthy widow indeed. But for now I had to play the part of the grieving wife, at least until the funeral was over...

Poor Carla was completely devasted, she loved her daddy dearly. Carl Jr. who I really didn't know all that well { he was always away at boarding school } was equally heartbroken. And then there was the greedy ex wife, the mother of Carl's two children. What a fake, crying and sobbing out loud in front of everyone. And if only looks could kill... I won't even bother to repeat the evil things she said about me. Not that I cared but her alimony was over upon Carls death and that gave me some satisfaction. Let her lawyers try to sue my estate, she wasn't going to get a penny from me.

And then there was my rock, Carlos. He comforted me and was there when I needed him, shielding me from the press and the gossip. For the meantime he played the role of the perfect chauffuer...

 

[Newstart]

It felt a little strange returning to the role of chauffeur as I held the limo doors open at the funeral, knowing that only a few days ago Carl Anderson’s widow and I had been sleeping together and making love, and at the same time I was taking his daughter in every hole she had.
I think we’d all grown used to the freedom of knowing that Mr Anderson was away with his mistress and had certainly relaxed, both socially and especially sexually in what could only be described as a week-long orgy of sex and indulgence.
And then there was Gina. She was now officially Bella’s personal assistant and would prove invaluable in the coming days, supporting Bella and helping her prepare for the funeral and well as comforting her and Carla.

But it was Carla that surprised me most.
In the days running up to the funeral she’d come up to my apartment over the garages a couple of times, just to talk about her father and the crazy week that we’d all spent while he was away.
She needed someone to talk to and I was happy to listen as she asked about her stepmother and me and how I thought things would be when the funeral was over.
I told her that Bella and I were very close and that I thought the week we’d had and now her father’s untimely death had brought us all closer together.
But she also asked to see the videos I’d made and it was apparent that she was very turned on as we sat and watched me filling her ass and mouth with cum and asked if we could do it again.
Well, how could I refuse a beautiful and willing nineteen year so I dutifully bent her over the end of the bed and fucked her until she was screaming for me to fill her with my load.

Later that evening in bed with Bella I told her about my afternoon with Carla and was interested to hear what she would say about it.

 

[angelique127]

My husbands death was so unexpected and dealing with the funeral and the lawyers was totally overwhelming. Carlos told me about the his day that he spent with my stepdaughter and what happened in his apartment. To be honest I was rather jealous but I realized that the events of the last week were all my fault, I had encouraged Carlos to be with her, and Gina too, as a matter of fact. What did I expect really, he was a red blooded alpha male ? Why shouldn't he eat his cake and have it too , as long as Carlos knew which side his bread was buttered on. He worked for me and I didn't mind if he got a little on the side, if he remained devoted and dedicated to my needs. As far as I was concerned, I should always cum first, after all, I was the lady of the house. I could care less what anyone thought, including the staff, I permitted Carlos to sleep in my room when I wanted his cock. My nineteen year old stepson, Carl Jr. moved home after the funeral, for the time being, until the will could be sorted out but he didn't pose any problem since he was even a bigger wimp than his father.

That night Carlos fucked me twice making me cream all over his rock hard big dick countless times. My handsome stud was now the man of the house, with certain benefits. Life couldn't possibly be better...

 

[Newstart]

I was quite nervous when I told Bella about the time I’d spent with Carla, not really knowing how she’d respond and although she seemed surprised that I would have sex with Carla without her knowledge, if there was any jealousy she didn’t show it and we spent a wonderful night together making love and cuddling, with Bella falling asleep in my arms.
The crazy, sex filled week we’d spent suddenly seemed a long time ago and the shock of Mr Anderson’s sudden death had changed the atmosphere in the house and between us.

However, some things needed to change and one of those was my relationship with Carla. I was happy to be a replacement father figure for her, to listen and counsel her, but unless we all went back to how we were in our orgiastic week it didn’t seem right to have sex with her.
Of course, there was always the possibility of making porn videos with her and Gina but that would have to be under Bella’s supervision and direction.

At first, Bella seemed a little lost with no sense of direction but after a few days, I decided that it was time to bring her out of her shell so as soon as I was back from my morning run I went up the bedroom and stripped the covers off her.

“Ok, get up, I’m taking you out.”
She started to protest so I rolled her onto her tummy and smacked her bottom.

“I said get up and I mean now. We’re going out.”
I pushed her into the shower, stripped and joined her, washed her from head to toe and then towelled her dry and whenever she started to protest I shushed her.
“No arguing, I’m taking you out.”

Soon I had her dressed and collected the picnic that Dolores had prepared for us.
“Ok, in the car.”
I opened the door to my sports car and with the hood down we set off.
She kept asking where I was taking her but I just smiled and drove. This was an outing I’d planned for us some time ago but it was interrupted by Carla’s arrival.
A couple of back roads and a track and the lake was before us and, with the rug spread out and the picnic unpacked and not a soul in sight, I kissed her.
"Welcome to our little paradise."

 

[angelique127]

At first I was a little put out with Carlos, forcing me to get up early when all I wanted to do was sleep in, not wanting to deal with all the lawyers and Carl's family wanting their inheritance. I did like the way Carlos washed my body in the shower, even if he was exceeding his authority as my employee. He wouldn't tell me where we were going but it was somewhere out in the country since we were driving down a backroad. I was surprised that Carlos didn't bother to make me wear a blindfold first...

Thankfully he insisted that I didn't wear high heels and just a sundress with a pair of comfortable jogging shoes. I have to admit I'm not much of a nature girl, preferring five star restaurants, luxury hotels, casinos, the beach or night clubs than the remote outdoors. But it was a beautiful spot along a river and perfect weather and Carlos was so thoughtful and brought a picnic basket. We relaxed on the blanket and I enjoyed the sun beating down on my face. My escort had not given me very much time to put on any make up, except in the car with a mirror on the sun visor but I didn't mind it felt good to be almost natural. And at least there was no flies or other bugs...

" Are you sure that we won't be attacked by any bears or mountain lions ? " I asked innocently.

 

[Newstart]

I laughed.
“No Bella, the only thing around here that’s going to attack you is me and then only in the most sensuous manner. Come on, let’s swim. There’s no one around so we can skinny dip.”

I helped Bella undress and then stripped off. The water was quite cool and Bella’s nipples stood out from her breasts, just waiting to be kissed. We didn’t stay in the water for long and soon I had her wrapped in a towel, warming up in the sunshine, perfect for the picnic that Dolores had prepared for us, including a bottle of champagne.

After we’d eaten Bella was lying on her back on the rug with her legs spread-eagled revealing her pussy with her soft pink labia glistening.
She flinched as I poured a little of the ice-cold champagne over her breasts, her nipples erupting into hardness and goosebumps covering her arms.
“Jeez that’s cold,” she giggled as I slurped at her breasts and then kissed her, transferring the wine to her mouth.
I poured a little more into her navel and she tried to lift her knees towards her chest but she couldn’t because I was straddling her.
“Oh there’s more,” I said and drip by drip I marked the path from her navel across her lower belly towards her vagina tipping the bottle a little more, allowing a dribble of the ice cold champagne to wet the top of her slot and she flinched as the cold liquid ran down over her clitoris.
She lifted her head to watch as I poured a little more.

“Carlos, you’re a sadist,” she laughed.
“You’re not enjoying this? Aren’t we discovering your masochistic side here?” I laughed back at her and poured some more, this time letting the stream run over her labia and between her legs.
“Oh god that’s cold.” she said.

I took a mouthful of the champagne and moved back up to kiss Bella and share the wine with her. There were only a few dribbles left in the bottle now and I let them fall in a stream down the length of her until by the time I reached her belly the bottle was empty and I rubbed the smooth hard glass of the bottle’s neck across her mound and then into the hollow of her thigh where it met her hip.
She shivered but this time not from the cold, but from the erotic sensation of what we were doing and the effect of the touch on one of her most erogenous places.
She had a look of daring in her eyes.

“I wondered why you took all the foil off the bottle. Now I know why.”

I moved the bottle back to her centre and then slowly, ever so slowly, slid the clean, smooth, hard neck of the bottle down her slot, past her clitoris until it nestled between her labia, poised for entry.
She ran her tongue over her lower lip in anticipation of what was coming and I lifted the base of the bottle, allowing its weight to press into her.
The eroticism of the moment has us both mesmerised as I eased the bottle into her and she raised her hips to meet its penetration until she gasped at the coldness of the glass and the increasing width of the bottle where the neck, merged into the body of the bottle, stretching her. She shivered each time the neck of the bottle entered her and I knew I was in total control of her and that she was totally vulnerable to me and the buzz I got from pushing the neck of the bottle into her was quite stunning.

I eased the bottle in and out again and once again she rose to meet the cool smooth glass, working her hips against the motion of the bottle, trying to gain some clitoral contact, grasping at her orgasm that was fluttering just out of reach.
She let her breath go with a rush as I eased the bottle from her, replacing it with my fingers as I kissed and nibbled on her nipples, working her clit, her body tight as a coiled spring but I circled her clit slowly, edging her, increasing the tension in her bit by bit until suddenly the spring snapped and she let go, the tension gone as she came, her breath rushing from her, shivering with her release and a few moments of calm before that lovely low chuckle that told me she was coming back from where she’d just been, a place that was just hers, full of her own pleasure.

 

[angelique127]

Oh my God ! I've died and went to heaven !
I never imagined being fucked by a wine bottle out in nature would feel so good but Carlos knew how to please a lady and make her have such intense orgasms. I don't think I ever had a better or more imaginative lover in my life. I simply loved the way he dominated me when we were screwing our brains out and making me submit to him...

I gradually came back down to earth after my high and back to reality. The last several days had been difficult for me, I never expected my husband to die so suddenly and be a very rich widow. Yes I planned to make him suffer for cheating on me and make him beg for forgivness for what he done. True I had done the same thing with Carlos but not until I found out. Anyway I snuggled up to my stud, listening to the birds and the sound of the water flowing over the rocks. It was so peaceful...but I knew I had to go back and deal with the lawyers and his blood sucking money hungary relatives. Thank God for Carlos always being there for me. After I dealt with everything, I planned to take a nice vacation somewhere...

We kissed and I was just content to lie in his arms for awhile. " I want to thank you for this beautiful day, I needed this...to get away from everything for a little while. Maybe we can go away on an exotic vacation soon. It doesn't matter where as long as you go with me. "

How different my life had become lately. I had changed somewhat, I no longer felt like a stuck up, entitled, spoiled bitch, at least not in private when I was with Carlos.

" Shall we go ? It's starting to get dark and I just got bit by a mosquito ! I suggested...

 

[Newstart]

"I want to thank you for this beautiful day, I needed this...to get away from everything for a little while.”

Bella has just thanked me and that’s the most wonderful that’s happened to me in a long while and I marvel at the transformation from demanding, selfish bitch into a caring, loving woman who perhaps for the first time in her life is aware of the feelings of those around her.
Whether she loved Carl or not, his death must have been a terrible shock for her, all her plans and scheming thrown into the air and she’s had to completely rethink her life.
There’s one thing that’s always worked for the two of us and that’s the sex. For me, she’s a sexy, eager lover and remarkably adventurous in her sexual tastes with seemingly no hang-ups whatsoever and long may that continue but, there will come a time when having me on call at home won’t cut it socially for her and I wonder if in time I’ll be relegated to a plaything who’s on call for her at home but soon forgotten when she’s out socialising again and there’ll be plenty of suitors for a beautiful, fabulously wealthy twenty seven year old who has one of the best pedigrees that Georgia can boast of.
Against all the beaus who’ll be lining up I’ll stand little chance but in the meantime, I’ll be there for her, supporting and guiding her as best I can.

I hear Bella shout ‘ouch’, she’s been bitten by a mosquito. That’s the downside of staying late by the lake. As dusk falls the bugs come out and Bella is a juicy target for them so I kiss the spot on her cheek where the bite is.
“At least the mosquito has good taste, biting the most beautiful ass I’ve ever laid eyes or mouth on. Let’s get you home and we can share a bath and play hunt the soap.”
I put the hood up on the car and we meander home, a different route that I know will take us past a country inn. It’s full of rustic charm and the most delicious home cooking with feather mattresses that must be over twelve inches thick. The car’s tyres scrunch over the gravel drive as I pull in and I turn to her.

“Not perhaps the exotic holiday you were thinking of, but how about staying the night? I’ll phone Delores and let her know we won’t be back – don’t want anyone to worry. We can do the exotic, faraway places another time.”

As we check in, I have a heavy heart, thinking that this might be the beginning of the end of how we’ve been.
The food is wonderful, the oversize tub brimming with foaming water and I wash Bella carefully, trying to imprint on my mind the smoothness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts, the delicious curve of her belly and the heat and excitement that lies between her legs.

I dry her carefully and then as we sink into the mattress I hold her to me, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her lips her neck, her breasts and further until I’m between her legs, tasting her, licking her, sucking her clit until she cums and then entering her and making love with her, making love with the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.
I just love the taste of this woman in my mouth.

 

[angelique127]

The lovemaking went on and on all night. I absolutely loved the way Carlos ate my pussy before he filled it with his big hard cock over and over again. He was the perfect lover and stud, so attentive to my needs. It would be almost impossible to find a better man. I loved the way he took control and totlly dominated me and fulfilled my every desire.

... but in the end, Carlos was only my chauffuer, meant to serve me. I was an upper class, very wealthly widow and he was just my employee. Or at least that was what I tried to tell myself...

I have to admit that I loved to cuddle in his arms after being totally exhausted after making passionate love. " Oh baby I think I am going to hire a personal trainer and start working out. I need to keep my body in shape since I am getting older. "

Carlos didn't resond except to squeeze my tight ass ckeek.

" Mmmm,baby don't you want to keep myself in shape for you. I'm not getting any younger and I have to compete with Carla. I know you like her, by the way ! " it wasn't exactly that I was jealous of my pretty step daughter but she was several years younger than me and had an advantage as well as body tone went. I needed to firm my thighs and butte to compete...

 

[Newstart]

Bella’s remark about hiring a personal trainer surprised me and her comparison with Carla surprised me even more.
Keeping fit and toned is always good but for me there’s no comparison between the two women.

“If you want a personal trainer, I can organise one for you and of course I could do it myself but it’s a bit like teaching your wife to drive – a sure way to wreck a marriage so not a good idea for me to do it.”

I leant up on one elbow.
“I need to tell you something and you need to listen. I know that Carl’s death was a terrible shock and it really pulled the rug from under you but you’re a very beautiful 27-year-old woman and with that comes experience, maturity and a body that is to die for, curves in all the right places and the best tits this side of the Appalachians and by comparison, Carla is none of those. Yes, she’s younger than you and she’s got a great skinny body if you’re into that and yes, we had fun during that crazy week when we were all fucking each other but a comparison? It just doesn’t start, so yes, get a trainer, get fit, get trim but don’t lose those curves that make you worth cuddling.”

And to prove my point I give her a hug and a cuddle.
“And in any case, why would a 33-year-old chauffeur like me want to get involved with a very rich young woman who’s barely out of her teens? She’ll be wanting to spread her wings and the guy who used to drive her father around won’t be on her radar. So, thanks, but no thanks and if you don’t mind, I’ll stick to driving the lady of the house.”

I gave her a kiss and squeezed her butt.
“I’m going to run a bath for us, you’re going to sit between my knees, and if you don’t come out of the bath clean and begging for more and with a smile on your face then you’ll have to look for a new chauffeur.”

 

[angelique127]

As I mentioned, Carlos brought stability to my life and I was so thankful for his services. He was my rock and I was very very fond of him. But when he mentioned that I might have to find a new chauffuer I had a moment of pure panic...what did he mean ? I depended on him and couldn't imagine not having him in my life. Yes I was a rich widow and could buy anything I wanted but I would never be able to replace him.

" Why in the world would I ever have to find another chauffuer ? Aren't you happy with your position ? I am certainly more than willing to give you a salary increase ! " I promised, as I prepared to join him in the tub...

 

[Newstart]

It’s not often that a short phone call can totally change one’s outlook on life but the call from my mother telling me that my grandmother had died shook my world.
She had been the rock in my life, the one person who was always there and who listened when I talked to her unlike my mother who always seemed more caught up in her own life and the many men in it but then, being a single mom isn’t easy for anyone I guess.
Anyway, I had to tell Bella that I was going to her funeral and with the flights to and from California, the family mourning feast and the reading of her will, I’d be away for five days.

The family had always speculated about Grandma’s finances. She’d lived very simply, even frugally, and yet always seemed to have money to help out when someone was short of cash but nobody knew how she did it.
She’d worked as a cleaner in the offices of a small start-up company called Intel that was situated in what became known as Silicon Valley and it was when her will was read that we understood how she’d amassed a fortune, for her, of almost a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. She’d kept her ears open and had invested a few dollars a month in small tech companies, slowly building her fortune. Even so, split between her many grandchildren and great grandchildren, the individual bequests were small but all the same, very welcome.
I was the youngest grandchild and my name was last on the list of bequests and the lawyer handed me an envelope dated 2010.

“My Dear Carlos. I regret that I haven’t enough money to leave you any useful amount so instead I leave you this passcode to a wallet containing something called Bitcoin. I’m told this might one day be valuable.”
Apparently she’d bought this newly invented crypto currency on someone’s hunch, almost as a joke, and it seems that I’m a multi-millionaire worth a little over forty-three million dollars.

I wonder what Bella will make of this.

 

[angelique127]

I have to admit I was somewhat shocked at the turn of events. Not that I didn't understand his grief having lost my husband recently. It was suddenly like the magic between us had been broken by a phone call. How things just changed in an instant ! All of a sudden Carlos was a very wealthy man and certainly need to be employed as my chauffuer anymore...he was a rich man in his own right.

" Oh Carlos I'm so sorry about your grandmother. She must have loved you very much. " is all I could think to say at the moment. I climbed out of the bathtub and got a towel. " Of course you need to book a flight and go home to be with your family and settle your estate."

I don't know why but I felt like crying but I held back my tears. I had a feeling something was going to change between Carlos and I in the future...

" Perhaps we better go home so you can get your things ready for your flight before you go to the airport. " I suggested, getting dressed to go.

The next morning Carlos was gone. I felt so alone and sad. It was like there was this big hole in my heart for some reason. I was certain that he would be gone for longer than five days, if he ever came back at all. I knew Carlos would no longer need his job being my loyal limo driver. It wasn't as if I couldn't drive myself but I liked being chauffered around town. Anyway I hoped he would call me soon and let me know how he was doing before I decided if I had to hire a new driver to replaced him. I kept busy going to my lawyers office and joined a gym to keep myself in shape, although I preffered to workout at home with a personnal trainer instead. Gina referred me to a guy she knew,saying he was very good and made private house calls...

Time to go shopping for some workout outfits. After all I always wanted to look my best...

 

[Newstart]

It’s a very odd feeling knowing that you’ve got enough money to hire a private jet but still travel economy. When I’d had the news of my grandmother’s passing I was still Carlos the chauffeur and although I did ok for money I didn’t have money to burn so I bought an economy round-trip fare.
My grandmother taught us to be careful with money, never to spend unnecessarily and only buy what was absolutely essential and I confess I felt very guilty when I bought my little red sports car.
Habits like that die hard.
As Bella’s chauffeur I’d seen how the other half lived and what it could do to them and Carla’s behaviour was a good example of that although, since Bella and I set her straight and especially since her father’s death, she’s turned into a very pleasant young woman and a very desirable one too.

Still, none of this solves my dilemma of what to do.
I could stay on as Bella’s chauffeur and so long as rumours about my wealth didn’t leak out nobody but us would be any the wiser.
Or I could resign and pass the job on to someone who really needs it. Dolores eldest son would be a good fit for the position.
That would leave me free to travel and explore the world but somehow I think it wouldn’t be much fun on my own.
What I’d really like is to take Bella with me but she has her own life and as much as she’s happy to play with me and I like playing with her, I doubt very much that she’d drop out of her circle for a year or more while we travelled the world. And then there’s be the scandal of her running away with her chauffeur.
What I could do is buy out the fitness company that offered me the management role and set up a subsidiary providing personal trainers to wealthy clients like Bella.
That would give me a footing in the local community as a business man and so more acceptable to Bella's circle.

But right now, more than anything, I’d like to spend some time with Bella and a trip down memory lane to the rib shack might be just the thing, two very rich people chugging beer, eating a $20 plate of ribs and playing pool - rich people letting their hair down and having fun.
It might be the last chance we get for a long time.

 

[angelique127]

We all missed Carlos, especially Carla, who I suspected has some daddy issues. All she did was pout and mope around the house all day talking about him and how wonderful he was. Who would ever thought a young spoiled rich bitch like her would ever fall for a chauffuer ? Not I didn't too, but it was a very different situation. Hopefully Carlos would settle his estate and decide his future. I really did miss him, the way he took charge of everything, in and out of the bedroom. Carlos was like my house stud...fulfilling the responsibilitys that my late husband could not. Always hard and ready and eager too fuck ! Men like him were very hard to find.

Unfortunately in the meantime I had other issues to deal with. Bernette, Carls greedy ex wife was disputing the will with the help of her high profile attorney. My own probate lawyer informed me that she allegedly had proof of my own infidelity, apparenty involving Carlos. My attorney found out who it was, through a disclosure document and I decided to pay this private dectective a little visit. If he was a red blooded male he shouldn't be too hard to persuade to make a better deal. His name was Jules Jacoby and his office was located downtown.

I spent an hour or so getting dressed for the occasion. Stockings and heels were a must. I learned a long time ago most males appreciated a woman looking feminine and dressing as such. Just the act of crossing your legs and showing cleaveage gave you a certain advantage in life...

 

[coolpen]

“Yep, come in.”

I wasn’t expecting anyone today and had planned to take the afternoon off playing golf and, added to that, I had a few good contacts amongst the chauffeurs that waited around while their employers played golf or used the country club facilities.
In my experience, chauffeurs always know what’s happening and have the lowdown on just about every scandal in town.

The door opened to reveal a woman in her late 20s I’d guess and what a looker. A very tidy figure and great tits that she was happy to put on display and in my experience, a woman dressed like that is either for sale or has something she wants to sell and I’m guessing that she was ready to sell herself.
But for what?

I stood and walked around my desk to greet her.
“Good morning ma’am.” I said holding out my hand. “Jules Jacoby, private investigator. How might I help you?”

I ushered her to an easy chair and watched as she sat, crossing her legs so that pretty much everything she had was on display and I’m guessing, for sale as well.
But what was the asking price?
“Now, what can I do for you Mrs …?”

I left my question hanging having taken note of her wedding ring and diamond engagement ring that must have cost topside of a year’s earnings for me.
Of course, I had no idea if she’d used her real name. Many potential clients didn’t, wanting to retain some anonymity but it would be easy to find out who she really was before too long.

I sat on the edge of my desk facing her, a great vantage point to view her cleavage and I wondered if she was in a vulnerable situation. Many women like that would often seek solace and I have always been happy to provide them with whatever comfort they needed.

 

[angelique127]

" Now what can I do for you Mrs..."

" Isabelle Renee' Anderson, if you please, sir. So pleased to make your acquaintance. " I introduced myself, using my best formal southern accent. " The reason I am here is because my late husband recently passed away, bless his little ol' heart, making me a young but very wealthy widow. I was informed, by my attorney, that you have been hired by his ex wife and son, who are contesting the will for my estate and you may have in your possession certain photos of me in the act of infidelity. "

Mr Jacoby just raised his eyebrows and said nothing, his eyes lingering on my ample cleaveage and shapely legs.

" I realize that this may be a confidential matter, however, I am prepared to offer you a deal that you can not possibly refuse. " To emphasize my meaning I seductively re crossed my legs, while sitting on the side of his messy desk and let my manicured fingers slip inside the top of my stocking.

" Not only would you benefit financially but I would be so grateful, if you know what I mean. "

Jules Jacoby seemed to be thinking it over....

 

[coolpen]

Jules Jacoby had seen this all before but he had to admit that Isabelle Renee' Anderson, as she liked to style herself, was one of the tastier titbits that had come into his office and as his smile widened so his cock stiffened and he was musing in his mind how he’d like to take her. Probably bent over his desk with her ass on display so that he could give her a good fucking in her pussy and then the same again in her ass.

He knew she had plenty of money. Carl Anderson, her late husband, had had his fingers in many pies and his cock in many of the local women so there was no reason why he shouldn’t do her a favour by letting her have the photos, but only so long as she was willing to go through with her part of the bargain.
He smiled broadly and adjusted his trousers to accommodate his surging erection.

“Well now Mrs Anderson, I’m sure we can come to some mutually beneficial arrangement here. What kind of deal are we talking about? I’m sure it would be in your best interests to make me a generous offer, both financial and in kind if you get my meaning. Just what did you have in mind?”

 

[Newstart]

Carlos followed his usual morning routine with his 40 minute run followed by a shower and breakfast.
There was little of interest on the local news so he tidied his apartment and went down to the garage to polish the limo.
He didn’t know if Bella or anyone else would be needing it but nevertheless he was still officially the Anderson’s chauffeur and he’d come to love his life here, even before he and Bella had started their affair.
He’d always had simple needs, trying to maintain a stoical outlook on life so that he kept his expectations and hopes within the bounds of possibility and that way, he was rarely, if ever, disappointed and the fact that he was now a billionaire didn’t alter his outlook at all.

He did have one errand to run today and that was to collect Mr Anderson’s personal belongings from the country club but that could wait until later when he was sure he wouldn’t be needed at the house and by ten o’clock, the limo was gleaming and he’d just started to give his little red sports car the same treatment when he heard the sound of a car in the driveway and looking out, he saw Bella stepping into a cab.
It was of course none of his business but he did wonder why she hadn’t used the limo.

Whatever, by ten thirty he was done and donning his chauffeur’s uniform and cap he drove to the club to collect Mr Anderson’s golf clubs and other bits and pieces.
There was the usual crowd of other chauffeurs there and they greeted him warmly as he went into the club, adding their condolences assuming that he’d be out of a job but one of them, Miguel, followed him inside.

“Carlos, I think you should know that’s there’s word about that Mr Anderson’s widow is being blackmailed over some fake photos.”
Miguel gave him a slip of paper, ran his finger across his lips in a ‘zip it’ sign and then went back outside.

Carlos looked at the slip of paper.
Jules Jacoby
1097 7th
3rd floor

He knew the area, a little run down, the sort of streets where kids would offer to “Look after your car” in exchange for $10.
Could this be something to do with the taxi that Bella got into this morning?
He loaded the trunk of the limo with Mr Anderson’s effects, waved at the other chauffeurs and drove out of the club.
He thought he might pay a visit to Mr Jules Jacoby and see what was going on.

It would cost $20 to have the limo looked after but he thought it would be worth it to see that Bella wasn’t getting into any trouble.

 

[angelique127]

" ...juyst what do you have in mind ? "

" Why, I was just thinking we could come to a situation that was beneficial to us both. You have something I want and I think I have something you might be interested in. " I said leaning over and letting him have a close up view of my cleaveage while taking a hold of his silk tie...

By now I was on top of his cluttered desk, hoping that Mr. Jacoby got the hint. I so wanted those pictures of me and Carlos caught in the act that I was willing to do anything to get them...

 

[coolpen]

“Well now Mrs Anderson, that’s a mighty generous offer you’re making and if I’m not mistaken by what you’re suggesting, why don’t you just lean forward over my desk while I attend to your panties and adjust my trousers.”

He leant forward and swept the desk clear, everything landing on the floor in a heap of papers, pens, pencils and two empty coffee cups.

“Mrs Anderson, you sure are a very pretty lady and me, being a gentleman and all, would like to make sure you’re comfortable so why don’t I put this cushion on the desk for you to lean on while I attend to these other matters.”
And saying that, he pushed Bella forward onto the desk, lifted her skirt and tore her panties off.

“Oh my oh my, now isn’t that a sight for sore eyes,” he said, stroking Bella’s cheeks and then pushing his hand between her legs and slipping his fingers into her pussy at the same time as he tugged his belt and trousers open, releasing his cock.

Jules Jacoby wasn’t a subtle man. He’d always found it easy to persuade and even scare vulnerable women into submitting to him, even blackmailing them but he didn’t know Bella and was making the mistake of underestimating her as he kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs and thrusting his cock into her pussy and starting to fuck her with hard, violent thrusts.

“Now Mrs Anderson, I believe you were mentioning a certain sum of money. How much did you have in mind? You see, my services don’t come cheap and I’m sure that you’ll take the word of this gentleman when I say that you will have the only copies of the photographs that I have but that exclusive ownership won’t come cheap.”

 

[angelique127]

Jules didn't waste any time ripping off my panties and thrusting inside my needy pussy ! It had been at least three days since I had a hard cock and I welcomed it. There was nothing better than a dominant man who took what he wanted. In the meantime he took me by surprise and made me forget what I came here for ! Jules didn't hold back and wasn't gentle while he fucked me like the slut I really was. " Oh God yes...yes please...it feels so good ! " Before I knew it I felt my cunt clenching his shaft and start to spasm until I gushed all over his amazing cock ! My fingernails raked into his broad shoulders and I cried out in pure pleasure !

Before I knew it he turned me over and bent me over the desk and fucked me from behind. Jules showed no mercy and continued to ram my pussy like a stallion or a bull, which ever you prefer to call him. He was an absolute brute ! All I could do was whimper and gasp...

 

[Newstart]

It was easy to find Jacoby's office at the end of a dingy corridor on the third floor of the building and as I approached the office I could hear some murmured talking and then the sound of a woman whimpering, not out of fright but whimpering out of pleasure.
The door was ajar and I eased it open just enough to see what was gong on and at the same time, getting my phone out to record whatever it was.

Bella was face down over the desk as Jacoby fucked her from behind and at first I was shocked to hear her yell out "Oh God yes...yes please...it feels so good!"
but then I knew Bella was a very sexual lady and enjoyed being fucked hard and I'd been lucky enough to fuck her many times so I could hardly complain if she was getting some pleasure elsewhere.
But then it occurred to me that perhaps she was putting on a show to get something from Jacoby and I thought back to what Miguel had told me at the country club when he'd told me she was being blackmailed and I wondered if she was trying to get Jacoby to give her something he had that was hers.
Whatever, I had enough video of him fucking her over his desk that I could easily edit to look like rape and I also had the video we'd made of Carla so I was confident that if Carl's first wife tried to make any trouble, the video of Carla would quickly make her change her mind.

I went back down to the street and sat in the limo. The kids were hanging around but another $20 ensured that there wouldn't be any trouble.
Then I sent a txt to Bella.
"The limo is waiting for you in the street".
However her meeting with Jacoby turned out, I was sure that Bella would welcome the security of the limo and I was still her chauffeur, albeit the richest chauffeur in the country, and if she needed a cuddle or more, then I'd be happy to oblige.

 

[angelique127]

I heard my phone ping in my purse but it would have to wait until later, after this stud was finished pounding my pussy from behind...

" You spoiled rich bitches are all the same, always thinking you can get whatever you want, don't you ? " Jules sneered, pulling my hair and slamming into cunt even harder.

" Oh yes...I'm so sorry...please ! " I pleaded, feeling the big O approaching as he fucked me even harder.

Jules Jacoby seemed to sense this, confident that he could make cum all over his hard cock. And it just happened...

It was soooo intense, making me scream in pure pleasure !

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Afterward I left his office without the photos or even any kind of deal for them. This would have to wait until a later time. Jules Jacoby was certainly not a gentleman in the least and had taken advantage of me but I did not resist or protest and let the arrogant cad have his way with me. Perhaps I was nothing but a slut... then I checked my phone and saw the text from Carlos and was overjoyed that he was back ! But what was he doing here ? He was a very wealthy man and did not need to be my mere chauffuer anymore. I saw my limo parked up the street and where he said it was and he opened the door for me and I climbed inside. Then the thought occured to me how did he know where I was ?