LOGINMr. Williams was flabbergasted. “Sure, June. I’ll pretend to be your step daddy and ravish you like you wish he would. I’ll be calling you Katrina then, or my little daughter, and you can call me daddy. I think this will be fantastic.”For us both, the idea was a win/win conclusion to a frustrating evening. First and foremost, for me, I had succeeded in my mission. I could take the signed paper to my boss, so he trumped Mr. Williams in their negotiations and demonstrated to my boss I could be trusted in such important business.The double whammy for me, I thought anyway, was that even though I must now sleep with Mr. Williams to get him to sign up, I could make our sex a make-believe for my own strong desire to be fucked by my own stepfather. He would be calling me his daughter and I could call him daddy, so the fantasy would be very powerful and make me want to perform well.Mr. Williams was so besotted with desiring to fuck his own 18-year-old stepdaughter Katrina that my cunning of
Disclaimer: This is purely a fiction.In a last-ditch attempt to get him to buckle, I put my soft hand under his chin and spoke in an affectionate voice, a tone he had not heard previously.“Mr Williams, you said you would be the loser if you agreed to my boss’s deal, and you say I have nothing to lose if you do that. Let me say that if you agree to the deal with my boss, I will give something away that belongs to my boss.”He looked up, a glimmer of hope appeared out of nothing.“What exactly are you saying? What are you losing that belongs to your boss?”“Mr Williams, I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom for a moment before I can explain.” As I disappeared from view, the businessman sat up apprehensively, but I know he was quietly cursing. “This bitch is giving me a hard time. Is this the same June who so easily performed sex dances and put a vibrator on her while her boss put it all on video in his office?”Five minutes later, I re-emerged, and the old man couldn’t believe his e
The old accountant never figured out this free treat of instant gratification as he steps behind me and brings both hands around the side of my sensationally designed dress and slides his open hands around my bare boobs held in by the front of the dress. His hands went right under and around the front to slide up around and tweak my big puffy nipples.“Mmmmh…” The soft moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. “This is just… ahhh… beautiful. Just beautiful. Your hands feel so good…”“Your tits are fantastic.”“Are they like Katrina’s?” I say to bait him, pushing my chest a little harder into his palms, another quiet “ohhh…” escaping as he rolled the lacquered tips between his fingers.“Yes, very much the same size only I’ve never felt them... I've only seen them behind tight tops and that. She has puffy nipples though, like you. Love them. I have always wanted to get my mouth around them since I saw how big they were when she was 16.”I had heard enough and quickly pulled away ev
We sat down and ate, and Mr Williams poured me a drink. “Do people actually pay two thousand for a bottle of wine?” I asked innocently, though the thought of how much money is floating around already makes me feel a little reckless.“Yes, of course. This hotel is often frequented by Arab sheiks from the Emirates and that is pocket change for them. And don’t forget we have a lot of wealthy people of our own who like to indulge.”The small talk continues for the best part of the next hour until we finish our main course and desserts. I felt full, but I am also full of beans in another sense, and know I must stay alert and come across as very sophisticated for such a major client of my boss. While Mr Williams pours us another wine, I study him carefully. For his age, he is not bad, I muse. I wonder if he is married, how many kids he has, how I can get the conversation back to what the boss wants me to work on… and how far I might be willing to go if he needs a little extra encouragement.
The clock approaches 6 pm and I, completely unsuspecting, arrive on time at the hotel. I enter the spacious foyer and notice people looking at me. I stand somewhat uncomfortably near a huge marble pillar clutching my purse that contains my lip-gloss and the scanty piece of lingerie for later. My statuesque figure is a commanding sight in the extraordinary cut evening wear. I overhear one couple whispering and think I caught the word “supermodel.” That brightens me up and makes my nipples tighten.After ten minutes, I was still standing alone, now fidgeting and hoping Ryder wouldn’t be long. I am not used to such posh places, and it scares me a little even though I look like a supermodel or Hollywood starlet. I look more womanly than in my real young adult years, not long out of school.Then I heard my name being paged at the reception desk and strutted across the wide expanse of marble floor. “That’s me, you just called. Yes?” I say in an unusually tentative tone.The desk clerk smile
I still carry that rare, throbbing fulfillment deeply in my body from last week’s first bi-sexual encounter with thirty-year-old country visitor Diana. The memories of her soft mouth and the way we both came linger so strongly I have to force myself to concentrate on tonight. Tonight is the VIP client dinner meeting with my boss, Ryder, and an out-of-town business magnate at the plush six-star Ritz Hotel.Ryder wants me there to help coerce a decision in his favor over a protracted and lucrative business deal. That’s the story he told me, anyway. In truth, the so-called out-of-town business magnate is one of Ryder’s filthy rich golfing cohorts who paid ten thousand dollars for this clandestine meeting so he could get access to me and, with luck, bed me for a night of debauchery. He saw the video of me entertaining Ryder in nothing but stockings and a garter belt two weeks ago, and now he’s totally besotted with my erotically beautiful natural physical assets and my perceived innocence







