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"I can stay here tonight, right?...I live here now, right? You'll leave me a key … clear me with the doorman and all that jazz?"
Bill propped himself up and looked at his sexy niece against the sliding door. "I am staying here tonight, I wanted to wake up with you....If you go check on the kitchen counter there is a fob for you, that works as the key, both at the front door, the private elevator and here. And yes my dear you live here....when will your roommate be arriving, or would you like to keep this and our relationship to yourself?"
Bill was tired, and would need to be at the office pretty early in the morning. He lifted the blanket suggesting she come back in and join him, hoping she would lose the robe along the way...
"Have you received anything regarding tomorrow from your mother..my wife? That would be interesting won't it...family events where only you and I know the true nature of our relationship?"
He laughed, "you know earlier today you mother sent me a note, she wants me to talk to you about your future...your short and long term goals...how do I tell her that I hope your short term goal is to have me between your thighs as often as possible...but we will discuss your career objectives next week...I need to be in Paris on Tuesday and London on Thursday...would you like to discuss your ambitions before or after we fuck on my jet?"
He was soon asleep, sleeping like a baby...his new sexy project in his arms...
Bill propped himself up and looked at his sexy niece against the sliding door. "I am staying here tonight, I wanted to wake up with you....If you go check on the kitchen counter there is a fob for you, that works as the key, both at the front door, the private elevator and here. And yes my dear you live here....when will your roommate be arriving, or would you like to keep this and our relationship to yourself?"
Bill was tired, and would need to be at the office pretty early in the morning. He lifted the blanket suggesting she come back in and join him, hoping she would lose the robe along the way...
"Have you received anything regarding tomorrow from your mother..my wife? That would be interesting won't it...family events where only you and I know the true nature of our relationship?"
He laughed, "you know earlier today you mother sent me a note, she wants me to talk to you about your future...your short and long term goals...how do I tell her that I hope your short term goal is to have me between your thighs as often as possible...but we will discuss your career objectives next week...I need to be in Paris on Tuesday and London on Thursday...would you like to discuss your ambitions before or after we fuck on my jet?"
He was soon asleep, sleeping like a baby...his new sexy project in his arms...
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"I am staying here tonight," Bill answered, surprising Kara. "I wanted to wake up with you."
She smiled to him, responding, "And me, too."
In truth, Kara would have been perfectly happy with Bill going home tonight. She's actually been hoping on it. She'd gotten what she'd been after: a new life. Bill had gotten what he was after: spewing his incestuous cum into her young, taboo pussy. But, what the hell, if he wanted to cuddle with her and likely have morning sex, she'd go along with it.
He told her about the key/elevator/security fob, then asked about her roommate.
"I haven't told Candy anything about this yet," Kara answered. She thought maybe she saw something in Bill's reaction to her best friend's sweet and somewhat erotically suggestive name be arriving. "But I want to move her in sometime soon. She's my best friend."
Honestly, Kara was once again conflicted about what she was saying. Candy was indeed her best friend. She was even her occasional lover, when they were both feeling randy and had not other options for some immediate sexual gratification. But Kara didn't want Bill to get to know her or for that matter even see her Candy until Kara herself had fully landed the big fish she'd caught tonight with her pussy-hook. Hell, Candy just might turn out to be the big hungry shark that snatches the salmon off Kara's line as she was trying to reel it up into your boat. She suddenly remembered that famous line from Jaws, We're gonna need a bigger boat.
Bill lifted the blanket in invitation, and Kara immediately began making her way to him. He asked about the dinner planned for the next night, to which Kara said she she'd received a text message but hadn't opened it yet. She laughed about Bill's pointing out the new family dynamic. "Well, you've always sat directly across from me, and I've always fantasized about lifting my bare foot and putting it into your crotch, so..."
"I need to be in Paris on Tuesday and London on Thursday," he began, instantly causing Kara to sit up and look into his face with a hopeful expression. "Would you like to discuss your ambitions before or after we fuck on my jet?"
"Both!" she said with joy, kissing her uncle on the lips before taking him into her arms for a bear hug that showed her delight. "Mile high club … I thought I'd never get a chance to join it."
To be honest, she already had … in a sense. She and Candy had eaten each other out during a red eye flight to Seattle when they were juniors, on their way to a Future Business Leaders of America conference. But Kara hadn't cum like Candy had, so … did that count? And it was with another girl, not a man, so … fucking Uncle Bill high in the sky would once and for all put Kara in that elite club.
They curled up in each other's arms and fell asleep. Kara awoke to the ding of toast popping up and the smell of coffee wafting through the bedroom. She wandered into the kitchen, again in her uncle's robe, then dropped it to the floor as she leaned over the kitchen island, presenting her back side to him. She asked, "I could use a little pick-me-up, Uncle Bill … and I'm not talking about caffeine."
She smiled to him, responding, "And me, too."
In truth, Kara would have been perfectly happy with Bill going home tonight. She's actually been hoping on it. She'd gotten what she'd been after: a new life. Bill had gotten what he was after: spewing his incestuous cum into her young, taboo pussy. But, what the hell, if he wanted to cuddle with her and likely have morning sex, she'd go along with it.
He told her about the key/elevator/security fob, then asked about her roommate.
"I haven't told Candy anything about this yet," Kara answered. She thought maybe she saw something in Bill's reaction to her best friend's sweet and somewhat erotically suggestive name be arriving. "But I want to move her in sometime soon. She's my best friend."
Honestly, Kara was once again conflicted about what she was saying. Candy was indeed her best friend. She was even her occasional lover, when they were both feeling randy and had not other options for some immediate sexual gratification. But Kara didn't want Bill to get to know her or for that matter even see her Candy until Kara herself had fully landed the big fish she'd caught tonight with her pussy-hook. Hell, Candy just might turn out to be the big hungry shark that snatches the salmon off Kara's line as she was trying to reel it up into your boat. She suddenly remembered that famous line from Jaws, We're gonna need a bigger boat.
Bill lifted the blanket in invitation, and Kara immediately began making her way to him. He asked about the dinner planned for the next night, to which Kara said she she'd received a text message but hadn't opened it yet. She laughed about Bill's pointing out the new family dynamic. "Well, you've always sat directly across from me, and I've always fantasized about lifting my bare foot and putting it into your crotch, so..."
"I need to be in Paris on Tuesday and London on Thursday," he began, instantly causing Kara to sit up and look into his face with a hopeful expression. "Would you like to discuss your ambitions before or after we fuck on my jet?"
"Both!" she said with joy, kissing her uncle on the lips before taking him into her arms for a bear hug that showed her delight. "Mile high club … I thought I'd never get a chance to join it."
To be honest, she already had … in a sense. She and Candy had eaten each other out during a red eye flight to Seattle when they were juniors, on their way to a Future Business Leaders of America conference. But Kara hadn't cum like Candy had, so … did that count? And it was with another girl, not a man, so … fucking Uncle Bill high in the sky would once and for all put Kara in that elite club.
They curled up in each other's arms and fell asleep. Kara awoke to the ding of toast popping up and the smell of coffee wafting through the bedroom. She wandered into the kitchen, again in her uncle's robe, then dropped it to the floor as she leaned over the kitchen island, presenting her back side to him. She asked, "I could use a little pick-me-up, Uncle Bill … and I'm not talking about caffeine."
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"Well, you've always sat directly across from me, and I've always fantasized about lifting my bare foot and putting it into your crotch, so..." Bill covered the blanket over her and pulled her into him and kissed her slowly and passionately. "Oh sexy girl, so have I...that and taking you on my pool table...mmm, and in my pool."
He had tossed out traveling, not sure how she would feel, she would have to get notes for the classes she missed, but it would be an "education" in and of itself. "Both!...Mile high club … I thought I'd never get a chance to join it." Bill only laughed. "Sweetheart, my jet flies at 70,000 feet, the upper end of the atmosphere, it is more like the 5 mile club!" How often as he had flown on this luxury jet had he thought about enjoying a woman, really enjoying a woman. Only once, had a new young stewardess, kneeled down between his legs and ensured she would be regularly requested by the successful business man. But never had he really enjoyed the luxurious accommodations it afforded. There is first class, and then there is a private jet. The difference was a five star restaurant versus an Outback Steakhouse, one an above average meal, the second truly a culinary marvel.
It was with visions of fucking his young niece high above the international waters, he slept like a baby. When he awoke she was missing and his body longed for her, she was sexual heroine. Only a couple of hits and he was hooked, his body awoke jonesing! He was still groggy, as he went looking for her, still stark naked. But as he entered the kitchen, she was leaning over the counter, and his addiction changed to crack!
His voice was a growl, a bear out of hibernation, desperately needing to fuck. "Stay like that, just spread 'em a bit", he called out in a lusty moan, delighted with the presentation. For a moment he just stood there and enjoyed the view. 'What an ass..what a body!' he mused, as his hand found and stroked his needy cock, as it quickly hardened to granite. He could barely do more than pant and growl, so profound and deep was his need. His cock hard and sticking out like a divining rod aimed at his target, but as he got there, he went to his knee, spreading her cheeks in his strong hand. Leaning in he liked her clit to pucker and back again. Back and forth, enjoying both her clit and her ass as a morning treat.
He was a predator stalking his prey, and as he stood up he took his cock in his hand and rubbed his head up and down the trial his tongue had just traversed. It was with a grunt, she felt the flat of his palm on her lower back pressing her down, as his cock drove into her saliva lubricated slit. In he drove, balls deep, and then his hands were gripped firmly on her small hip bones, his tool working in and out, like a piston. Slow and deep at first, but as the engines warmed, faster and harder. This was not as gentle and romantic as last night. This was hard and needy, as he used his strength to fire his pelvis into her, the sounds of their bodies slapping together resonating throughout the gourmet kitchen. "Do you like my countertops? The cool dark granite, your body looks spectacular spread on top of it." He was so horny, first seeing, then tasting and now fucking. It was hard, intense and needy. She should never, ever question how much her Uncle desired her, nor how much he loved to fuck. He took her hard and powerfully, pound, POund, POUND...and then he stopped, tensed...and came hard into his nieces awaiting womb!
He had tossed out traveling, not sure how she would feel, she would have to get notes for the classes she missed, but it would be an "education" in and of itself. "Both!...Mile high club … I thought I'd never get a chance to join it." Bill only laughed. "Sweetheart, my jet flies at 70,000 feet, the upper end of the atmosphere, it is more like the 5 mile club!" How often as he had flown on this luxury jet had he thought about enjoying a woman, really enjoying a woman. Only once, had a new young stewardess, kneeled down between his legs and ensured she would be regularly requested by the successful business man. But never had he really enjoyed the luxurious accommodations it afforded. There is first class, and then there is a private jet. The difference was a five star restaurant versus an Outback Steakhouse, one an above average meal, the second truly a culinary marvel.
It was with visions of fucking his young niece high above the international waters, he slept like a baby. When he awoke she was missing and his body longed for her, she was sexual heroine. Only a couple of hits and he was hooked, his body awoke jonesing! He was still groggy, as he went looking for her, still stark naked. But as he entered the kitchen, she was leaning over the counter, and his addiction changed to crack!
His voice was a growl, a bear out of hibernation, desperately needing to fuck. "Stay like that, just spread 'em a bit", he called out in a lusty moan, delighted with the presentation. For a moment he just stood there and enjoyed the view. 'What an ass..what a body!' he mused, as his hand found and stroked his needy cock, as it quickly hardened to granite. He could barely do more than pant and growl, so profound and deep was his need. His cock hard and sticking out like a divining rod aimed at his target, but as he got there, he went to his knee, spreading her cheeks in his strong hand. Leaning in he liked her clit to pucker and back again. Back and forth, enjoying both her clit and her ass as a morning treat.
He was a predator stalking his prey, and as he stood up he took his cock in his hand and rubbed his head up and down the trial his tongue had just traversed. It was with a grunt, she felt the flat of his palm on her lower back pressing her down, as his cock drove into her saliva lubricated slit. In he drove, balls deep, and then his hands were gripped firmly on her small hip bones, his tool working in and out, like a piston. Slow and deep at first, but as the engines warmed, faster and harder. This was not as gentle and romantic as last night. This was hard and needy, as he used his strength to fire his pelvis into her, the sounds of their bodies slapping together resonating throughout the gourmet kitchen. "Do you like my countertops? The cool dark granite, your body looks spectacular spread on top of it." He was so horny, first seeing, then tasting and now fucking. It was hard, intense and needy. She should never, ever question how much her Uncle desired her, nor how much he loved to fuck. He took her hard and powerfully, pound, POund, POUND...and then he stopped, tensed...and came hard into his nieces awaiting womb!
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Kara had known before it began that this was going to be fucking, as opposed to making love. But then, what would a girl expect when she was leaning over a cold counter top, presenting her ass to a guy who needed to be in the office in less than an hour. But Kara didn't mind; if she had, she wouldn't have made herself available as such.
She let out soft cries of pained-pleasure with each forceful thrust, feeling her pleasure rise to a certain point and then level off. She knew she wouldn't cum, not like this. Kara had actually been surprised about her two orgasms the night before, to be honest. She's never in her life cum the first time with a guy unless she herself had been fully at the controls of the pleasure plane.
As Bill grunted out his orgasm and pulled their bodies tightly together to empty his balls, Kara twisted to grasp his ass cheek and look up at him. She expression of pure euphoria on his face was more delightful for her than the early morning fuck. Every time he came inside her, Kara heard cash registers ringing all about town as she used his cash and credit cards.
"Feel good, Uncle Bill?" she asked with a sly smile. When she was sure he was done pumping his seed into her, Kara gently urged him out of her, turned, kneeled, and licked his cock clean of both her lube and his wayward cum. She stood, licked her lips clean, swallowed again, and kissed him before saying, "Go shower and get ready for work. I'll bring you a cup of coffee. I remember how you take it."
Kara donned his robe again after Bill had left, took him his morning caffeine, and returned to the kitchen to cook up some protein and fat to replenish the energy he'd used the night before. She kissed him as if a dutiful wife before he left, asking, "So … we have that dinner with the other old folks tonight."
She laughed at her use of the words other old folks in conversation with her quarter of a century older lover. "I don't suppose before that, maybe I could come down to your office … lunch maybe … and we could talk about some little things … you know … walking around money for starters. I know you can't give me a credit card that could be traced back to you and all."
She let out soft cries of pained-pleasure with each forceful thrust, feeling her pleasure rise to a certain point and then level off. She knew she wouldn't cum, not like this. Kara had actually been surprised about her two orgasms the night before, to be honest. She's never in her life cum the first time with a guy unless she herself had been fully at the controls of the pleasure plane.
As Bill grunted out his orgasm and pulled their bodies tightly together to empty his balls, Kara twisted to grasp his ass cheek and look up at him. She expression of pure euphoria on his face was more delightful for her than the early morning fuck. Every time he came inside her, Kara heard cash registers ringing all about town as she used his cash and credit cards.
"Feel good, Uncle Bill?" she asked with a sly smile. When she was sure he was done pumping his seed into her, Kara gently urged him out of her, turned, kneeled, and licked his cock clean of both her lube and his wayward cum. She stood, licked her lips clean, swallowed again, and kissed him before saying, "Go shower and get ready for work. I'll bring you a cup of coffee. I remember how you take it."
Kara donned his robe again after Bill had left, took him his morning caffeine, and returned to the kitchen to cook up some protein and fat to replenish the energy he'd used the night before. She kissed him as if a dutiful wife before he left, asking, "So … we have that dinner with the other old folks tonight."
She laughed at her use of the words other old folks in conversation with her quarter of a century older lover. "I don't suppose before that, maybe I could come down to your office … lunch maybe … and we could talk about some little things … you know … walking around money for starters. I know you can't give me a credit card that could be traced back to you and all."
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He could only smile as he fired his last salvo into her. She was cute, "Feel good, Uncle Bill?" He ran his hands down her sexy back, and around her perfect ass. "You know it did...you have to know I have dreamed of taking you just like this, if I could start everyday with you, I wold be happy and ready to face any challenge I needed to." She then made it even better by doing something his wife would never consider going to her knees and cleaning his dirty cock and swallowing the output of their desire.
He kissed her softly, tasting himself on her, and nodded. "You seem to have a pretty good idea how I like everything."
Bill showered feeling a sense of invigoration that was second to none, and when he came out they shared breakfast and some sweet moments that made this the perfect start to his day, and as she kissed him goodbye she reminded him of their dinner. "Just remember the table I will make sure you are across from me." He winked. "But if I ever hear the world old folks again, you will get my eviction notice."
"I don't suppose before that, maybe I could come down to your office … lunch maybe … and we could talk about some little things … you know … walking around money for starters. I know you can't give me a credit card that could be traced back to you and all." It was a funny thing, Bill had every intent to indulge and spoil her, but he liked to think of it as a gift and not payment for services rendered, even though the difference was largely semantics. But there was a part of this that he needed to believe, and that was it wasn't just about the money, but she desired him as he did her.
It was that belief that made this all so attractive and intriguing. He had the means where he could have easily kept a mistress, a courtesan, with skills that could melt a man's soul. This was special to him, taboo yes, but he needed to feel their was passion, that she was his young lover, not his whore!
"That would be nice...have you ever seen the view from my office, it is spectacular, I think we might enjoy it. Why don't you come by at 12:30, I will have a late lunch delivered. But Kara...never ask me for money...you will be well taken care of...but you aren't a whore...you are a woman who I love and whom I want to treat like she deserves...and just like you...I love surprises..."
With that he was gone, a car was waiting out front, and as soon as he got in the back he pulled out his phone and called his personal accountant...a man who knew enough to do him signifcant harm..."Carl, come by my office when I get in...I need to set up a little slush fund...yes...the usual mechanisms will work...it just can't be traceable...yes...yes...just like usual."
He kissed her softly, tasting himself on her, and nodded. "You seem to have a pretty good idea how I like everything."
Bill showered feeling a sense of invigoration that was second to none, and when he came out they shared breakfast and some sweet moments that made this the perfect start to his day, and as she kissed him goodbye she reminded him of their dinner. "Just remember the table I will make sure you are across from me." He winked. "But if I ever hear the world old folks again, you will get my eviction notice."
"I don't suppose before that, maybe I could come down to your office … lunch maybe … and we could talk about some little things … you know … walking around money for starters. I know you can't give me a credit card that could be traced back to you and all." It was a funny thing, Bill had every intent to indulge and spoil her, but he liked to think of it as a gift and not payment for services rendered, even though the difference was largely semantics. But there was a part of this that he needed to believe, and that was it wasn't just about the money, but she desired him as he did her.
It was that belief that made this all so attractive and intriguing. He had the means where he could have easily kept a mistress, a courtesan, with skills that could melt a man's soul. This was special to him, taboo yes, but he needed to feel their was passion, that she was his young lover, not his whore!
"That would be nice...have you ever seen the view from my office, it is spectacular, I think we might enjoy it. Why don't you come by at 12:30, I will have a late lunch delivered. But Kara...never ask me for money...you will be well taken care of...but you aren't a whore...you are a woman who I love and whom I want to treat like she deserves...and just like you...I love surprises..."
With that he was gone, a car was waiting out front, and as soon as he got in the back he pulled out his phone and called his personal accountant...a man who knew enough to do him signifcant harm..."Carl, come by my office when I get in...I need to set up a little slush fund...yes...the usual mechanisms will work...it just can't be traceable...yes...yes...just like usual."
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"But Kara...never ask me for money..."
At her uncle's words, Kara couldn't help but let her devilish smile begin to droop a bit. There had been a lingering doubt in her mind about all of this; it just all seemed to be going to easily, and now Bill was saying she wasn't going to get any money?
But that wasn't it at all. He continued to explain about how their arrangement was going to go, stressing that she wasn't simply a whore, a kept woman, a mistress. She smiled again, stood on her tippy toes to kiss him goodbye, and confirmed that she would be at his office at half past noon.
When she arrived, Kara was dressed more conservatively than he'd probably seen her since before she began developing her modest yet delicious curves. She wore a loose fitting, dark blouse and -- unusual for her -- a bra, which kept her nipples at bay; a skirt that went almost all the way to her knees; and flats that did nothing to emphasize her legs or buttocks. Her hair was in a pair of pony tails, high up on the back of her head, and with the exception of a very soft pink lip stick, she wore no make up at all. Kara arrived appearing as if the last person a man of Bill's age would ever find an interest in fucking.
In fact, the Personal Assistant outside Bill's office was far more sexy looking than Kara was. As she waited to be directed into her office, Kara even told the woman she was beautiful, asking in a whisper, "Did my uncle hire you because you're so sexy or because you type 80 words a minute."
The woman laughed and called cute, then made some statement Kara ignored about having a strictly professional relationship with Mister Reynolds. Kara somehow doubted that; the woman was beautiful, like a sexy Lynda Carter or Jaclyn Smith at the height of their modeling and acting days. Kara wondered whether she should ask her uncle if he was having sexual relations with his secretary. One the lunch was delivered and the PA told her she could go inside, Kara stared at the nearly-twice-her-age woman as she departed for her own lunch and wondered Maybe I can have sexual relations with her.
Once inside Bill's office with the door closed and locked behind her, Kara lifted the front of her skirt to reveal her naked pussy. She waited for Bill's reaction, dropped the skirt's hem, and said, "Oh, I thought you wanted to have lunch in your office."
Laughing, she went to him for a kiss and a grope, then pushed away to go to the massive windows. From here, she got a view of the city as few people like her ever did. They chatted about some of the buildings and other sites, about some of the businesses down there with which Bill had connections, and about some of the things they would do down there and places to which they would over the weeks and months to come.
Lunch was delicious and definitely not McDonald's from a paper bag. They talked about the financial arrangements Bill was going to make for Kara, which made her smile. It made her do something else, too: drop a pillow from the couch to the floor at her feet and pull her skirt up once more as she leaned back, asking, "Ready for dessert? And no … I'm not doing this because we just talked about money. I'm doing this because I want you to make me cum … Uncle Bill."
At her uncle's words, Kara couldn't help but let her devilish smile begin to droop a bit. There had been a lingering doubt in her mind about all of this; it just all seemed to be going to easily, and now Bill was saying she wasn't going to get any money?
But that wasn't it at all. He continued to explain about how their arrangement was going to go, stressing that she wasn't simply a whore, a kept woman, a mistress. She smiled again, stood on her tippy toes to kiss him goodbye, and confirmed that she would be at his office at half past noon.
When she arrived, Kara was dressed more conservatively than he'd probably seen her since before she began developing her modest yet delicious curves. She wore a loose fitting, dark blouse and -- unusual for her -- a bra, which kept her nipples at bay; a skirt that went almost all the way to her knees; and flats that did nothing to emphasize her legs or buttocks. Her hair was in a pair of pony tails, high up on the back of her head, and with the exception of a very soft pink lip stick, she wore no make up at all. Kara arrived appearing as if the last person a man of Bill's age would ever find an interest in fucking.
In fact, the Personal Assistant outside Bill's office was far more sexy looking than Kara was. As she waited to be directed into her office, Kara even told the woman she was beautiful, asking in a whisper, "Did my uncle hire you because you're so sexy or because you type 80 words a minute."
The woman laughed and called cute, then made some statement Kara ignored about having a strictly professional relationship with Mister Reynolds. Kara somehow doubted that; the woman was beautiful, like a sexy Lynda Carter or Jaclyn Smith at the height of their modeling and acting days. Kara wondered whether she should ask her uncle if he was having sexual relations with his secretary. One the lunch was delivered and the PA told her she could go inside, Kara stared at the nearly-twice-her-age woman as she departed for her own lunch and wondered Maybe I can have sexual relations with her.
Once inside Bill's office with the door closed and locked behind her, Kara lifted the front of her skirt to reveal her naked pussy. She waited for Bill's reaction, dropped the skirt's hem, and said, "Oh, I thought you wanted to have lunch in your office."
Laughing, she went to him for a kiss and a grope, then pushed away to go to the massive windows. From here, she got a view of the city as few people like her ever did. They chatted about some of the buildings and other sites, about some of the businesses down there with which Bill had connections, and about some of the things they would do down there and places to which they would over the weeks and months to come.
Lunch was delicious and definitely not McDonald's from a paper bag. They talked about the financial arrangements Bill was going to make for Kara, which made her smile. It made her do something else, too: drop a pillow from the couch to the floor at her feet and pull her skirt up once more as she leaned back, asking, "Ready for dessert? And no … I'm not doing this because we just talked about money. I'm doing this because I want you to make me cum … Uncle Bill."
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Bill met with his Carl as soon as he got to the office. Bill only used his own money. He set up false corporations, gave them the look of charities, each was purely a shell bank account, he set up the first and had $25,000 made available with a debit/credit card in Kara’s name. The name of the company was K Care. The Corporation charter said it was for the care of underprivileged children, the K short for Kinder. The reality was the only child was 20 years old and fucked like a pro.
He told Lynda his beautiful Assistant he had a friend’s daughter stopping by for some advice. Technically that was true, as he and his sister were close. He ordered two shrimp ceaser’s salads, iced teas, and a bottle of chenin bland just in case. Lynda raised her brow at the order but never asked questions. Her boss often enjoyed cocktails at lunch, just not when privately entertaining a friend’s young daughter.
Lynda let Kara into his office and shut the door behind her. Even plainly dressed, Lynda could recognize a hot little body when she saw one. Lynda was more statuesque, more Sophia Loren than Candice Swanepoehl. She knew Bill liked attractive women. She had learned quickly, she had to dress with a certain professionalism, but the sexier her attire, the more charming her boss and the higher her bonuses. Today Lynda was pulling in a six figure salary, with bonuses that could double that. He never hit on her, even though she was more than receptive to the idea. Just be charming, intelligent, look good, and give him total loyalty, and he took care of you. She had smiled as the young girl went in, all she was thinking was, “lucky girl!”
It took Kara less than a minute after entering his office to turn up the sexual heat. She flashed him her sexy pussy and teased, "Oh, I thought you wanted to have lunch in your office." Smiling, Bill pointed to the round table in the far corner of his expansive office, complete with white linen table cloth, leather chairs and fine crystal, china and silver place settings. Then looking back at her, he winked, “Well I did order us shrimp Ceasar salads and wine, but I love your idea for dessert, perhaps I could even interest you in some ‘cream’ for your coffee, afterwards?”
They made out for a few brief seconds, kissing and groping. Lynda could have sworn she heard her boss moan. When Kara sat down their was an envelope on her plate. Inside were ten, twenty dollar bills, six fifties and and five one hundreds. Kara would find similar envelopes left once or twice per week. None explicitly tied to any specific act, and the amounts varied but were generally between a thousand and two thousand dollars. All he ever expected was a sweet thank you for his kindness, and to never discuss specifics that would sully his feelings for being her benefactor.
If he liked Candy, and she made him feel welcome on his visits, she also might find presents from her roommates, handsome uncle. In the first envelope was also the debit/credit card. “How do you like your company name?...Just never embarrass me with how it is used, and never for drugs.” He warned, he wanted her to have luxuries, but he also new the bad side of money, and how thoroughly it could corrupt.
After lunch she had a wicked smile as she dropped a pillow on the floor, assumably for his older knees. "Ready for dessert? And no … I'm not doing this because we just talked about money. I'm doing this because I want you to make me cum … Uncle Bill." He laughed, and took off his jacket, cuff links and custom tailored shirt before kneeling down. “Well, I am glad, and that is a requestI can gladly agree to.”
With that he reached his large strong hands under and lifting the naked cheeks of her ass. He pulled her little muff up to his mouth and he slipped his tongue inside. He flashed back to being ten years old, getting a banana slit, and digging his mouth in, no spoons necessary. She was so tasty, and he worked and worked her sweet slit. Licking and sucking her clit, and fingering and tongue fucking her tight hole, she was learning her uncle was relentless when chasingg orgasm. When they were finished, only she know if she came, he licked his fingers like they were covered in butter, after consuming an ear of sweet corn.
Smiling, hands clean, cheeks still smeared with her juices, he stood up,and began to undo his fly, “ I was rather hoping to cum myself?”
Outside, Lynda could almost feel the pheromones. They tried to stifle the moans, but she was a lady of knowledge. Soon her skirt was hiked up, and while her posture stayed perfect at her desk, first one, then a second, and finally to get her where she needed a third finger sawed in and out of her wanton cunt. She came just as her boss was finishing inside. As she straightened her skirt, she vowed to some how have the conversation regarding modifying and enhancing her scope of services and rewards...
He told Lynda his beautiful Assistant he had a friend’s daughter stopping by for some advice. Technically that was true, as he and his sister were close. He ordered two shrimp ceaser’s salads, iced teas, and a bottle of chenin bland just in case. Lynda raised her brow at the order but never asked questions. Her boss often enjoyed cocktails at lunch, just not when privately entertaining a friend’s young daughter.
Lynda let Kara into his office and shut the door behind her. Even plainly dressed, Lynda could recognize a hot little body when she saw one. Lynda was more statuesque, more Sophia Loren than Candice Swanepoehl. She knew Bill liked attractive women. She had learned quickly, she had to dress with a certain professionalism, but the sexier her attire, the more charming her boss and the higher her bonuses. Today Lynda was pulling in a six figure salary, with bonuses that could double that. He never hit on her, even though she was more than receptive to the idea. Just be charming, intelligent, look good, and give him total loyalty, and he took care of you. She had smiled as the young girl went in, all she was thinking was, “lucky girl!”
It took Kara less than a minute after entering his office to turn up the sexual heat. She flashed him her sexy pussy and teased, "Oh, I thought you wanted to have lunch in your office." Smiling, Bill pointed to the round table in the far corner of his expansive office, complete with white linen table cloth, leather chairs and fine crystal, china and silver place settings. Then looking back at her, he winked, “Well I did order us shrimp Ceasar salads and wine, but I love your idea for dessert, perhaps I could even interest you in some ‘cream’ for your coffee, afterwards?”
They made out for a few brief seconds, kissing and groping. Lynda could have sworn she heard her boss moan. When Kara sat down their was an envelope on her plate. Inside were ten, twenty dollar bills, six fifties and and five one hundreds. Kara would find similar envelopes left once or twice per week. None explicitly tied to any specific act, and the amounts varied but were generally between a thousand and two thousand dollars. All he ever expected was a sweet thank you for his kindness, and to never discuss specifics that would sully his feelings for being her benefactor.
If he liked Candy, and she made him feel welcome on his visits, she also might find presents from her roommates, handsome uncle. In the first envelope was also the debit/credit card. “How do you like your company name?...Just never embarrass me with how it is used, and never for drugs.” He warned, he wanted her to have luxuries, but he also new the bad side of money, and how thoroughly it could corrupt.
After lunch she had a wicked smile as she dropped a pillow on the floor, assumably for his older knees. "Ready for dessert? And no … I'm not doing this because we just talked about money. I'm doing this because I want you to make me cum … Uncle Bill." He laughed, and took off his jacket, cuff links and custom tailored shirt before kneeling down. “Well, I am glad, and that is a requestI can gladly agree to.”
With that he reached his large strong hands under and lifting the naked cheeks of her ass. He pulled her little muff up to his mouth and he slipped his tongue inside. He flashed back to being ten years old, getting a banana slit, and digging his mouth in, no spoons necessary. She was so tasty, and he worked and worked her sweet slit. Licking and sucking her clit, and fingering and tongue fucking her tight hole, she was learning her uncle was relentless when chasingg orgasm. When they were finished, only she know if she came, he licked his fingers like they were covered in butter, after consuming an ear of sweet corn.
Smiling, hands clean, cheeks still smeared with her juices, he stood up,and began to undo his fly, “ I was rather hoping to cum myself?”
Outside, Lynda could almost feel the pheromones. They tried to stifle the moans, but she was a lady of knowledge. Soon her skirt was hiked up, and while her posture stayed perfect at her desk, first one, then a second, and finally to get her where she needed a third finger sawed in and out of her wanton cunt. She came just as her boss was finishing inside. As she straightened her skirt, she vowed to some how have the conversation regarding modifying and enhancing her scope of services and rewards...
