"A Player Played"

[NiceRPGuy]

Robert Dreyer didn't particularly like the Jaguar, but the client did; it reminded the Old Brit of home, and Robert had learned quickly that when the man reminisced about Old England, his wallet seemed to just open wide for whomever was near.

As he raced the sleek coupe through the tree shaded country roads, Robert did his own reminiscing, with his thoughts being of the very lucrative deal he'd closed this morning. The stocks, bonds, and property swap between the company he'd inherited from his grandfather and the EU consortium controlled by his Brit counterpart would net Robert something in the neighborhood of $3.2 million dollars. And the best part of it was that the majority of what he was getting was outside the reach of the IRS, hidden in overseas tax shelters by a maze of international bank accounts and shifty accounting.

He chuckled, humored by the thought of his financial gain and by the irony of the Lady Gaga song blaring from the radio:

Beautiful, dirty dirty
rich, rich, dirty, dirty,
Beautiful ... dirty ... rich.​

Robert careened around a final corner and was looking at a gate across the road. He reached a hand up to hover over the horn, but just before he pressed it, the gate -- now less than three seconds away at his speed of almost 80mph -- began to rise. Damn! Beat me again!

He reached to the passenger seat, retrieved a brown paper bag, and tossed it out as the car screamed past the Guard Shack, screaming out, "Next time, Lou!"

As he shot down the private neighborhood road, he looked back in the rear view to see the old Security Guard waving with one hand while he shook the brown bag in the other, ensuring that the plastic Fifth didn't crack as it tumbled end over end across the professionally manicured lawn.

Another corner, and Robert was looking at the family estate. His grandfather, who'd raised him, had passed the twenty acre, ocean side property to Robert, along with three other things: the knowledge of how to make money, both the legal and less legal way; the seed money with which Robert had created a small fortune, and the additional knowledge that life was to be enjoyed ... and that the best way to do that was to have lots ... and lots ... of money.

He backed the Jag into the four car garage that also included a pair of Harley Davidson's, a beat up but ever-faithful 4x4 Ford tricked out for the beach, and -- his preferred car for its simple yet extreme comfort -- a refurbished, jet black, Lincoln Towncar. He sat for a long moment, simply staring out at the estate and thinking, You're one fucking lucky bastard, Bobby-boy.

And then, he saw her. And almost immediately, his dick began to swell within the slacks of his thousand dollar suit. She was headed back toward the home's front entrance from what they called the small pool, wearing a skimpy bikini that -- thank god for small favors, he thought -- left little to the imagination. She was, without a doubt, the sexiest creature ever to grace the grounds of the Dreyer Estate...

Unfortunately, Robert wasn't fucking this particular beauty. He looked to his right, to the older woman stepping out onto the home's front steps. She, too, was a beautiful, sexy woman, and this one he was spending quality, naked time.

He watched the two of them exchange a few words, his gaze shifting between the tight, youthful body of the woman he wanted so desperately to fuck and the more full, curvaceous body of the woman he was fucking. As the prior headed into the house and the latter looked to him, gesturing him to come inside -- dinner had been planned for nearly an hour earlier -- he wondered if all men found it so easy to get hard for two woman so different in both physique and personality.

He also wondered whether or not other men felt guilt when they fantasized about the niece of their lover...

 

[MackenzieRae]

Stephanie Hadley was not unused to men looking at her. At 34, she had matured beautifully. Her chest was ample size without being overwhelming, and balanced nicely with her toned stomach and full hips. But she hadn't known how much of a profit her body could turn until she had met Robert. Indeed, since their intimate relationship had started, she had enjoyed a much more expensive lifestyle.

She thought about this, of course, as she slipped a diamond-encrusted bracelet onto her wrist. The bracelet matched the diamond chandelier earrings and diamond pendant necklace that she was wearing. The $5,600 jewelry set nicely complemented the little black dress she was wearing, which had also cost around $1,200. And if Robert wasn't going to complain about the credit card bill, she wouldn't complain when he finished early.

She stepped out onto the front deck, and down the large concrete stairs in front of the house. She saw her niece coming across the lawn from the pool, in a small black bikini. She sighed mentally, frustrated. It was an informal dinner, of course, just a family get-together for her niece's birthday that Robert had graciously let her have at his family estate. But with so many men running around, she didn't think it was proper to be running around in a string bikini. Especially when the meal was set to start so soon.

"Brittney, go change, now. Dinner will start soon." Stephanie said to the 18 year old. She noticed the Jag back in to the garage, and Robert sitting in it. She flashed him a smile, bright but seductive. Even now, her face heated at the sight of him.

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Brittney was also not unused to men looking at her. And teenaged boys. And ten year olds. She was hot, and she knew it. Her ash blonde hair fell in perfectly layered sheets nearly to her waist, her golden legs stayed cellulite free year-round, and her face was a perfect heart. The only makeup she ever wore was eyeliner and mascara, and shadow on special occasions. She could get any guy she wanted, especially now that she was officially of age.

She walked back up to the house, barefoot and nearly naked, drying her hair lightly with a beach towel. She had been swimming in the pool with a few of her cousins, but it had gotten boring. She didn't like anything where people weren't admiring her. And her family never admired her. It was always "Look at Jimmy's scholarship to Princeton!" or "Aunt Stephanie just got promoted!" and never about her. Which is why she never spent a lot of time around her family.

As her aunt told her to go in to change, Brittney also noticed the Jag pulling in. She hadn't met the man that her aunt said owned the property, but any guy with a car that expensive had to be hot, right? Brittney smiled to herself, and nodded to her aunt, before walking inside.

She shivered at the cool air, much cooler than the air outside, and headed up to the room that she had changed in earlier. She pulled on a pair of denim short-shorts and a light green strapless top over her swimsuit. You could see the impression of her breasts underneath the top, and the outfit on the whole was very inappropriate for a family dinner.

Smiling, she pulled on her sandals and skipped back down the stairs, and into the main dining room.

 

[NiceRPGuy]

Robert avoided Stephanie's family by circling around behind the big house and entering through the solarium. He'd been a bit hesitant when she'd asked to use the estate for her niece's 18th birthday party; agreeing to such an offer could be a slippery slope at times, and before you knew it Cousin Ralph would be living out back in his camp trailer and the passel of toothless cousins would be hunting squirrels in the woods with their .22's.

He'd agreed -- emphatically on the outside, reluctantly on the inside -- to the get-together after Stephie thanked him in that very erotic and satisfying way she did anytime she wanted something. Their relationship -- build totally upon his extreme desire for pleasure and unbelievable canniness to find new ways to deliver it -- was mutually beneficial to them, and if it took a family reunion to ensure the benefits continued, Robert saw no reason not to offer the grounds.

Of course, if he'd known how incredible Brittney looked, he would have screamed out By all means at the top of his lungs, then asked Stephanie what he could do to or for her for her pleasure instead.

He ascended the back stairs and stepped inconspicuously out to the second floor landing, looking down upon the home's open foyer. He knew none of the faces below, except for Ronald, his Gentleman's Gentleman and Lucy, the maid ... or as Robert called the irreplaceable woman, the Keeper of the Castle. Then, he caught movement, and his eyes settled upon Brittney, now with her body covered far more than earlier and yet still the embodiment of a Greek Goddess.

Robert snapped his fingers lightly, then a bit stronger. Ronald lifted his eyes, finding his employer but making no sign of having done so; the 50-something man, who'd been watching over Robbie since he was four years old, knew when his master was wanting to avoid someone ... or everyone.

Robert pointed to his room, then mouthed Send ... Stephanie. Ronald looked about for prying eyes, then looked back to his boss and nodded before heading through a trio of young teenagers playing The Three Musketeers with cardboard shields and wrapping paper tubes that Lucy had fashioned when it became obvious the house was ill-prepared for children.

Robert was in and out of the shower by the time Stephanie entered his bedroom. He heard her outside and tossed out a casual Everything going well...? without really caring whether he heard her answer or what the answer might be.

Robert wasn't anti-social or anything like that: he simply didn't know these people; he wasn't going to gain anything from them by catering to them personally; and, he presumed, he was going to be spending the next three days inventorying the estate to see what the hell the kids broke, which expensive knickknacks had been stolen by the teenagers, and how much booze had been gulped down by the adults.

He had no reason to believe that Stephanie's family was like this, of course. They might be the nicest, most responsible, most caring folks in the state. It was just ... well, Robert had been raised by a father who suspected all others and a mother who looked down on all others ... and, unfortunately, a bit of that high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou lifestyle had rubbed off on him.

He was trying to be a better person in some aspects of his life. But when he stepped out of the bathroom -- still naked -- and cast his gaze to Stephanie, standing just inside the door, a devilish smile crossed his lips as he thought to himself, You can try to better another night, Robbie ... tonight it's Stephie's turn to be good ... damn good.

"You look stunning," he told her, eying the tight black dress that highlighted her features. He looked to the diamonds gracing her ears, wrist, and chest, and the smile only widened. Tokens of my appreciation, he thought, for services yet to be rendered. "Listen, I'm sorry I'm late getting back. Client, you know? Gotta keep them happy to keep the money rolling in. Everyone's having a good time, I hope?"

As he listened to her response -- not really hearing it but nodding and murmuring at the appropriate times -- he pulled his suit down from the hook where Ronald had hung it, tossing it onto his bed next to his perfectly polished shoes and other furnishings. He glanced up to Stephanie, realizing she had gone silent and wondered, Did I miss a question that I should have answered...?

But his attention quickly shifted again to her incredible physique, and standing there before her in nothing but his Birthday Suit, a devilish yearning came to him without respect neither to the dinner that was waiting to be served nor to the people who were waiting to sit down to it.

Robert circled around to her side of the bed, casually lifting a throw pillow from near the headboard and dropping it on the floor near his feet. He nodded toward the door, and as he sat back -- with slightly parted thighs -- he said softly with a sly smile, "How about you close the door and tell me again how much you appreciate having the party here."

(PM coming your way. Read before you post.)

 

[MackenzieRae]

Stephanie didn't particularly like her family. But, in the end, they were all she had. The clan came from New Mexico and other Western states, and in effect they all had a very cowboy-like personality. Except for the few which had acquired the sense to leave the desert, they were all dark-skinned, black-haired ranchers. Even the ones that worked in proper professions had a strange twang to their speak.

But of course, there had been the few that had married out of the stereotype. Stephanie's own brother, Brittney's father, had married a buxom blonde lawyer from New York. They had moved to New Hampshire, had Brittney, then decided that their lives were better off spent at opposite ends of the house. They weren't divorced, per se, but they might as well have been.

Stephanie moved around the rooms, greeting everyone she knew and exchanging pleasantries with the ones who she didn't. Everyone from her great grandmother to her second cousin's fourth husband was greeted by the gracious woman. As she was looking around to see if she had missed anyone, she noticed Ronald, the butler, coming towards her. Ronald always had a rather severe look, if you asked Stephanie, but of course the old man probably didn't approve of some of the noises that came out of Rob's bedroom at night. He spoke something that Stephanie didn't quite hear, and gestured to the bedroom she knew so well. Stephanie smiled, and went up the stairs.

She smelled his soap before she saw the steam or the man himself. It was a very manly, executive smell, that in her mind she imagined being bought at a store specifically for typical executive things. When she saw him, naked, her face heated, as did the more intimate place between her legs. "Everything going well?" he asked, still in the bathroom.

"Oh, yes, it's a good time down there. The teenagers particularly love it; half of them are still down at the beach." She replied. He stepped out fully, and smiled as he complemented her. He explained his absence, but she didn't really mind. It was his house, right? Besides, she didn't want everyone thinking that she had a sugar-daddy. Most of the people downstairs didn't know that she even knew the person who owned the property, only that she had rented it.

And paying for it was a bitch, so they better appreciate it... She thought, remembering that night. She had actually woken up sore the next morning, in more than one place. But it was all worth it. "Oh, yes, yes. Mom and Dad love the house. Uncle Harry and Uncle Phil particularly love that horse painting -- the Norse one?" she said. She got the sense that he wasn't really listening, though, as he laid out another expensive suit and pair of shoes, everything pressed and polished.

As he turned around, she felt his eyes scanning her body, and saw his cock swelling. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Surely, he didn't want to do anything here. Not in this dress, with so many people just outside the door. "How about you close the door and tell me again how much you appreciate having the party here." He said, tossing a pillow onto the floor at his feet. Her stomach dropped.

"Robbie, there are so many people, though... How about I remind you later tonight?" She said, smiling seductively and walking closer to him. She didn't want to do this now, this or whatever else he had in mind. Not with her whole damn family just outside the door.

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Brittney also exchanged pleasantries with the guests, most of whom she didn't know or care about. Her dad's family was boring, and poor to boot. The only reason she recognized anyone is because of the yearly family reunion that the had in Rio de Janiero, which everyone silently agreed was just an excuse to party internationally.

Her mom's family, however, was comprised of rich, suave socialites like herself, who enjoyed wine and expensive things, and acknowledged that most personal matters are private and not to be talked about, not even to family. Uncle Andrew had another affair? Leanne was pregnant at 16? Pay the woman, send the deviant to boarding school, and keep it out of the tabloids. Nice, clean, and polished. Just the way Brittney liked to be.

As she was pretending to be amused by one of her cousin's jokes, she noticed Aunt Stephanie sneaking off to a bedroom upstairs. The same bedroom to which she had noticed the man going into just a few moments before. Smiling evilly, she excused herself and sauntered up the steps to the second floor. Whatever her aunt was doing with that guy, Brittney wanted to know. Maybe she could use it as her ticket out of the family.

 

[NiceRPGuy]

"Close the door, Stephie," he urged softly, adding, "No reason to worry ... I'll be quiet."

He saw the expression on her face at the mention of him making -- or rather, not making -- noise and not them making noise. That only meant one thing, of course.

Robert learned back a bit, resting his weight on his bent arms. His feet flanked the pillow on the floor, and his now rock-hard dick was pointing directly at her as if to say I want you. He flexed his groin muscles, causing his erection to jump about playfully. He chuckled, "C'mon, baby ... or we'll miss dinner totally.

 

[MackenzieRae]

Stephanie got on her knees submissively, but only stroked him, kissing slightly. "I'll repay you more later," she said, starting to get up.

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Brittney will be back in a couple of posts

 

[NiceRPGuy]

Robert reached out quickly, grasping Stephanie at her upper arm. His grip was a bit tighter than he'd held ever her, other than that one role play night in which they'd played out a rape fantasy of Robert's; but it was his quick reaction and deep lust -- not any sort of violent streak -- and he quickly loosened his fingers, even caressing his thumb over her skin to sooth any fear he may have put in her.

He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers in a soft yet erotic kiss. As his tongue met hers for a bit of familiar play, his other hand moved to her neck, caressing her at her hair line.

When their lips parted, he used both well placed hands to urge her body forward and her head down, whispering in a voice that she would recognize as the Do it my way tone normally restricted for employees, "I would prefer you repay me now ... if you don't mind."

Robert didn't honestly care whether Stephanie minded or not, of course; the last words had been added simply to imply that she could choose not to blow him now and see no repercussions later. He could still remember the first blow job she'd ever given him -- while still in the club where they'd met -- and he desperately wanted a repeat of that now ... right now ... for his mind was filled with visions of Brittney in that almost not there bikini, and Robert needed the fantasy of that hot, young thing's lips around his cock as he exploded in ecstasy.

 

[MackenzieRae]

Stephanie gasped as he grabbed her arm, fearful suddenly. She looked into his eyes, and saw the boiling mixture of lust and... frustration? Stephanie was suddenly a little confused. They had been having sex almost every night for nearly five months now. There was no way he could be sexually frustrated, right?

She kissed him back, and felt her body ignite at the way his tongue nudged hers. Her face heated slightly as she let her body go down, and took his cock into her mouth. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, but she did notice that this time, he seemed bigger. In length and girth. Just what had gotten into Robbie? She wondered as she bobbed up and down rhythmically, flicking her tongue along his shaft.

 

[NiceRPGuy]

"Oh ... god..." Robert murmured as Stephanie took his shaft into her mouth, taking him in and out with a skill that no other woman had ever shown him down there. Wet, warm, and all encompassing; no lover -- or paid whore, for that matter -- had ever taking in so much of his length and made him feel so good, which weren't always one in the same with blow jobs.

Making her performance even more erotically satisfying, of course, was that behind his closed eyes, Robert was seeing not Stephanie but instead her niece, Brittney, bobbing up and down above his crotch. He doubted very much that the 18 year old girl could -- or ever would -- make a man feel the way her aunt did, but it didn't stop him from fantasizing about parting the thighs, or lips, of that pretty young thing.

Robert could feel Stephanie pushing him quickly toward the point of no return. Often, he would slow her down before then, enjoying the simple pleasure of the blow job, delaying the explosion. But tonight, he was in a hurry; he wanted to both imagine filling Brittney's mouth and, afterward, get downstairs to see her in reality. Recalling the bikini, he could just imagine what skimpy little dress or short skirt and tight blouse she would be wearing to dinner.

As the orgasm welled within him, Robert reached down to lace his fingers in Stephanie's hair, holding her in place; he wanted her to take his wad into her mouth, to fulfill his fantasy. With a mighty, satisfied grunt, his cock erupted!

 

[MackenzieRae]

Stephanie closed her eyes tightly as he put his fingers into her hair, knowing what was coming. Her own body reacted to his, her pussy clenching as his cock throbbed in her mouth, and as she felt the final powerful spasm, her clit buzzed with need.

She nearly choked as he came into her mouth, the hot, thick liquid going down her throat without her even swallowing. She moaned, rather loudly, and reached down to stroke herself, with one hand still cupping Robert's balls.

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Brittney leaned her ear on the door without pressing on it, an eavesdropping technique she had learned many years ago. She heard low murmurs, but his voice was too deep to make out through the heavy oak door.

It lasted for a few minutes, and Brittney almost walked away, before she heard a loud, testosterone-filled grunt, and another, more feminine moan. Her eyed widened, and she had to put her hand over her mouth to hide the smile. Her aunt was giving him a blowjob. He was a sugar daddy, and he was collecting before dinner had even started.

Satisfied, she strode back down the hall, and changed for the dinner. She had brought a nice blue dress for this event. But instead, she slid on the slinky black number that she had packed for the night of clubbing with her friends tonight. It came only just below the curve of her ass, and the halter neckline went between her breasts and stopped about four inches away from her navel. It was inappropriate, and provacative to the max. She wet her hair slightly, and let it fall into its natural curls, and spritzed Mariah Carey's Lust onto both of her wrists and her neck. Then she pulled on a pair of pink and black peep-toe pumps, with no hosiery like her aunt always wore. With one final look in the mirror, she left the room, beaming like the Cheshire Cat, if the Cheshire Cat had been a drop-dead-gorgeous aphrodisiac sex goddess, that is.

 

[NiceRPGuy]

"God almighty..." Robert murmured ,barely comprehensible. "You are ...the best."

He could have added Stephanie's name to the end of that compliment, for a more personal touch, but Robert had made that mistake before -- mixing names when he was having sex with one person but fantasizing about another -- so he rarely used anything but pet names during such times.

He released the urging hold on Stephanie's head once his cock had ceased pumping within her mouth. His head was swimming in euphoria as he flopped back to the bed. He laid there for a bit -- a moment, a minute, he wasn't sure and didn't care -- feeling his expert lover finishing off the last of his sticky droplets with her lips and tongue.

Robert was satisfied, and Stephanie had guests, so as far as he was concerned, they were done for now. If she mounted him for her own pleasure, he wouldn't stop her. But, Robert was anxious to be through -- and go get an eyeful of Brittney while his climax was still fresh in his mind and body -- so, despite the additional pleasure that would come from fucking Steph, he was actually ready for her get back to her party.

He knew he should feel selfish about his current thoughts; hell, he should feel like a heel -- a downright assinine prick -- for using Stephanie in this way. But, opening his eyes a bit and catching the sparkle of the diamonds dangling from her ears and neck, he remembered why she stayed with him. Sure, he made her feel good in bed, too -- or so she told him -- but surely wasn't the reason Stephanie was here on the Dreyer Estate...

 

[MackenzieRae]

Stephanie smiled, and got up off of her knees. She pushed him over lightly and laid over him on the bed, both of their legs hanging off. She kissed his cheek, his neck, and his chest, going all the way down to his crotch with the feathery touch of her lips. Finally, she kissed the tip of his cock one last time, licking the last of the cum off.

She moved back up, and whispered slowly in his ear, "You'll get more later," before abruptly standing up and leaving the room, leaving him to dress himself. She smiled smugly, feeling a small sense of accomplishment from teasing him like that. She had wanted to fuck him so badly, she could still feel the electricity coursing through her body every time her lacy black panties rubbed her skin. But never the less, she strode into the dining room and began straightening forks and placement cards as the guests filed in.

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Brittney walked into the dining room with the rest of her family, smiling like she had no idea she was wearing the sexiest outfit in the state, let alone the room. She was going to sit down, but instead decided to stay standing until her aunt's "friend" came in. The dress did nothing for her if it was hidden by the large light-green tablecloth.

She stood by the window at the end of the room, hoping that the setting sun framed her face and hair the way she imagined it. Now if only she had one of those fans like on the music video sets. She smiled again at her own personal joke, her eyes scanning the crowd.