11 comments/ 30323 views/ 20 favorites The Family Business Ch. 01 By: MickeyPink So many stories, so little time!! I hope you all enjoy the new stories I am starting. They are just a little distraction from CITD. Enjoy!!! ------------------------------------------------- She pulled back her curly blue black hair and walked into the room. He sat there at the desk, disapproval written all over his face. "I know you don't like it, father, but I feel that it isn't fair. I didn't mean to undermine your authority, I just..." "Che?" He sat there, pretending not to understand. Business, he always said, should be spoken in the mother tongue. English was a lazy language, with far too little emphasis on pronunciation and passion. She explained to him that she was sorry for disagreeing with him last night in front of the guys. She had made him appear weak, and that was not her intention. Her father was very old school. Any mercy he had was shown only to her. If someone owed him money, it was not uncommon for him to remove a finger a day until they paid up. She thought it was barbaric and too harsh. He stood and came over to hug her, his arms wrapping around her, his lips pressed against her forehead. "Bella... It is ok." His whispered words gave her comfort. She did not always agree with him, but he was the only parent she had, and he was a good father. They made their way out of the room, arm in arm, down to the kitchen for coffee and pie. Her father was a strong believer in ending anything serious with "cafe and un dolce". It was his way of sweetening any hard feelings. As they enjoyed their slices of blueberry pie, Cristiana looked into her father's eyes. Those grey green eyes were the only thing that kept her grounded. When she was a little girl, she did not know what her father did for a living. She knew he was important, and she knew he made a lot of money. Everyone, who was anyone, in Chicago knew him. It wasn't until she had gone out with her mother for a trip to the spa that she realized how dangerous her life would be. They had only just arrived, and her mother had left her phone in the car. She went back out to get it, and never came back. The sound of gunshots, popping and cracking, filled the streets, and as little Cris ran out the door, there was only the sight of blood and shattered glass. A car was speeding down the street, and her mother lay dying on the sidewalk. She it was her thirteenth birthday. To the day, it was exactly ten years ago. "Papa, I want to take a vacation; go around the world, see the sights. I know you would rather I stay here with you, but I really want this. Please? Maybe just a tour of France?" He looked at her, bringing the last fork-full of pie to his mouth. He put the fork down, and frowned. "I cannot give you the protection you need when you are not with me. We go on vacations all the time, baby. Why must you go right now?" "Trips back to Italy are not vacations, Papa. You do business, while I stay home with grandma, and all the women comment on how I am not married yet, and that I should get around to it soon before I am too old. Please, Papa, it's my birthday!" She gave him the sad eyes that always got her what she wanted, and soon, he was shaking his head smiling. "Stop it.. You know I cannot say no to that face." He held her face in his hand, and his eyes began to water. "You look so much like your mother." "Yes, but I have your hair and you eyes." "And you are as stubborn as a mule, like me. Ok. You may go, but I want to send some of the guys with you. To ensure your safety." He raised his brow and extended his hand. She took it, and then hugged him. "I love you Papa. Even if you do worry too much." ~*~*~ Her bags were packed in a matter of minutes, and she was ready to go. Tony, her father's right hand man, had the car pulled around, and a small group of them headed off the the airport. She sat in the back, sandwiched between Tony and Paulie. She had always had a crush on Tony, but that was as far as it went. Because while he was absolutely stunning to look at- broad shoulders, toned muscles, and 6'1 (a giant in comparison to her)- he was a complete and total asshole. Paulie on the other hand was the kindest guy in the group. He was sweet and funny, and would do anything she said; even if her father told him otherwise. But Paulie was like a brother to her, and he felt the same way about her. She knew this, of course, because Paulie was also gay. Since she was the only one who knew, this made them all the more close, and she loved that. Donnie and Phil sat up in front. They were the guys with the least personality. And that was fine, because they were both brilliant. They could not tell you anything about what was happening on television, but they could wire a bomb in ten seconds flat, and still have time to spare. Her papa always said, "You don't need interesting people, you need smart ones" and he was right. They had endured some pretty close calls, but Donnie always pulled them out. "We're here. Phil, you go check it out, then signal us, and we'll come too." Cris folded her arms. She was tired of being treated like a child. Everything was done "with her safety in mind" and that meant she could never have fun. As soon as Phil got out, she made her move. Donnie was looking in his side view mirror, so she jumped up and into the front seat. She almost made it out of the car, too, if not for Tony grabbing the back of her dress and pulling her back, causing her to slam into the seat. "Dammit Tony, I swear to god.." She wouldn't tell him how much it hurt, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "What the fuck, I want to get out." "You will get out when it's safe." Just then, Phil came back out and gave the signal. Tony let go of her dress, and she threw the door open. She stormed off into the building, while the guys scrambled to get her things. Phil stayed right on her tail, though, and the guys, all but Donnie, who wasn't going on the trip, met them at the gate. "You're such a spoiled little shit, you know that?" Tony sat across from her, his arms stretched out to cover the backs of the adjacent chairs. His dark brown wavy hair shined under the airport lighting, making it seem as though he were an angel. 'Yea fucking right..' she thought. "Excuse me?" Tony sat forward, his angry eyes resting on her. Maybe she hadn't said that to herself. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin boarding gate 26, flight 673 to Paris." They stood, and boarded for first class. She would sit between Tony and Paulie again, while Phil sat two seats back to watch for suspicious activity. "Yay for vacations..." Her sarcastic tone cause Paulie to laugh, and the two of them started talking about all the things she would do on the trip. "I can't wait! We'll go shopping first thing. Then, we can go to dinner, and enjoy the city." "I hear the La Perla store in Paris is pretty great. Maybe we can pick you up some sexy little pieces. I'd love to rip them off of you." Paulie lifted his eyebrows in a sort of Charlie Chaplain kind of way. The two laughed, and took their seats. Tony, on the other hand, was disgusted. His scoff told them so. As she got herself comfortable, she got ready for one of her favorite public activities- people watching. She watched and made fun of several people; an old woman who was wearing her Sunday best on a wednesday night, a little boy who was pulling incessantly on his fathers arm, and a.. A very handsome man. They locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity. His icy blue eyes searching her green and golden ones. She glanced over him. He had a very sculpted body- she could tell he was hiding it under that fitted tshirt and unzipped hoodie. The clothes did not seem to fit him; he did not look like he normally dressed that way. Maybe it was the way he carried himself; he looked like a man of power. She envisioned him in a suit and tie, or even better, a tuxedo. 'Mmm, he would look very good cleaned up.' The five o'clock shadow he sported gave him a rugged and almost dangerous appearance. She imagined kissing him, feeling the stubble against her face. Delicious. "Something I can help you with?" Tony had interrupted their silent exchange, deciding that this prick had stared at her long enough. "Excuse me, dolboeb." His deep voice gave her chills, and he registered the naughty thought that displayed across her face like a television ad. Tony saw it too, and became even less pleased. "Move along, pal." He watched as the man continued past them, taking a seat a few rows back. "Fucking Russian prick. And what the hell are you grinning about?" Cris cleared her throat, and then her expression. "I don't know a lot, but I do know that he just called you a 'fuckhead'." She laughed. She had studied several languages outside of her own Italian and English. She had only really learned how to curse in Russian. She looked out the window and sighed. This would be a long flight. With any luck, she would catch another glimpse of the Russian before long. ~*~*~ 'Those eyes,' he thought. He had always had a thing for women with brown skin.. He loved the golden glow that came off of her. Here it was, a cold Chicago spring, but she glowed like if it were Summer in Miami. And those eyes.. He felt aparalyzed in the short moment they had caught a glympse of each other. She reached into his heart with her stare, and try as he might, he could not keep her out. "Nik, what's wrong?" Pascha looked at his friend with concern. He had known Nik for a long time, and he had never seen him look the way he did. Sure, he had seen him deep in thought, but this was different. "Nik?" "Everything is fine. I'm going to sleep. Wake me when they serve the meal." ~*~*~ Cristiana had hoped to catch another glimpse of those blue eyes before she left the plane, but it was not her destiny. Once they were off the plane, Tony went to retrieve the rental car, and Cris waited with Paulie and Phil for the luggage at the baggage claim. When they had grabbed the last bag, they headed for the exit to meet Tony outside. Phil took the lead, leaving Cris and Paulie to scramble behind him. Cristiana turned a bit too quickly and found herself trapped in strong arms. It was a good thing, too, because she had been completely thrown off balance and would have fallen backwards. She looked up to find those same blue eyes from before, and a smile. She smiled back and found herself resting against him. She could feel his hard abs through his jacket, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't bring herself to pull away. "You are.. alright?" His deep voice sent a chill down her spine and a spark between her thighs. "Yes. I am. Now." She blushed realizing what she had just said, then made her first real attempt to gain her own footing. It was surprisingly easy, and she was soon standing a foot away while he picked up her tote and handed it to her. "Thank you." "My pleasure. You are here for vacation?" Paulie watched the exchange in amazement. He knew Tony would be pissed if he found out he let Cris talk to some strange Russian guy, especially since it was the same one from the plane, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt. "Yes. Are you, too?" She flickered her eyes down his body only to see a slight bulge developing. When her eyes returned to his, a knowing smile had come to rest on his lips. "We visit for business.. and pleasure." The sexual tension was so thick that a knife would chip trying to cut it. Paulie cleared his throat, bringing Cris back to reality. "We really should get going. I'm sure the car is ready." Cris nodded and twisted her lips. "It was so nice to meet you.." "Nikolas." "Cristiana." She smiled. "Maybe Ill run into you again while we're here. Hopefully not so literally." She giggled, and she heard a rumble from his chest that resembled a laugh as well. "I will catch you." ~*~*~ Nikolas walked up the stairs and around the corner. He made his way into the room and sat down. "What did you find, moi siyn." He father was a big man. Much larger than he, but just as tall. He sat on the loveseat, enjoying a plate of pelmeni. The smell of the pork filled dumplings brought him back to his childhood. "We are ready, papa. Soon Chicago will be ours." The Family Business Ch. 01 It was a warm summer afternoon in Canesbury as thirty six year old Lisa Wright stood in her kitchen washing dishes. She looked up and smiled as she heard the young kids living behind her house playing around with their Labrador on the other side of the fence. Hearing them scream and laugh reminded her of her twin boys Jason and Kevin, now strapping eighteen year olds, running and playing around the house when they were younger. Their poor sister Tiffany, a year older than them, had to put up with her brothers' constant teasing growing up. Lisa laughed a little as a memory came back to her of Kevin putting a small frog down the back of his sister's shirt. Lisa had a very contagious smile. Her lips were naturally pink and plump and her teeth were straight and white. A couple of small laugh lines appeared on the sides of her green eyes but those were the only wrinkles to blemish an otherwise youthfully round face for a mother of three. Her brown hair was thick as it fell over her ears in a bob-style cut and shined in the sunlight streaming through the window. Her body also showed no signs of her age or the fact that she had three grown children. Years of intense yoga, Pilates and determination left her body the envy of any young coed. Her arms were slender and strong. Her stomach was flat with just a hint of muscle under the tight skin. Her legs looked quite long with generous hips and strong calves that were visible due to the tight red yoga pants she was currently wearing. The pants also did a great job of forming around her round tight ass cheeks. Her skin had a healthy olive complexion to it so she didn't look pale nor overly tanned. Her greatest charms of all however were her breasts. Overly generous 34G's that still defied gravity and stuck up from her chest without the need of a bra and were capped by dark pink nipples the size of the bottom of a soda can. "Whoops!" she said as she dropped a glass back into the soapy water to cause a large splash across her expansive bosom. The white t-shirt that was already clinging to her massive breasts and flat stomach became transparent to reveal her deep cleavage and succulent nipples. "Oh, damn it!" she said as she quickly grabbed the dishtowel and began to dab at her chest. The heavy sounds of footsteps storming up the stairs made Lisa turn around to see her sons come tromping up from the basement. She quickly folded her arms across her chest to hide her breasts. This resulted in her cleavage being pushed up against the wet shirt however. "Hey Mom!" Kevin greeted his mother as he walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek as he carried a backpack over his shoulder. His eyes darted and lingered on his mother's exposed cleavage though the wet shirt. "Hi Mom!" Jason said as he walked over and kissed his mother's other cheek. His eyes also locked onto his mom's massive jugs for a long second. "Can we take the van? We're going to go shoot some hoops with a few of the guys." "Uh, sure!" Lisa was a little flushed from her wardrobe malfunction along with the sudden presence of her strapping young sons. "J-Just be home in time for dinner!" "We will!" came the echoed reply from the twins as they headed out to the garage but not before taking one more look at their mother. The door closed and Lisa blew a strand of her hair out of her face as she heard the van start and pull out of the garage. * * * * * "Hey Cassie, we're heading over now. Are you ready?" Jason said into his cellphone. "Almost. What do you guys want me to wear for this?" "Well it has to be as natural as possible. We want people to believe that we're just picking you up from shopping of something." "Kay! I'll be ready when you get here!" Jason hung up the phone and smiled at his brother. "Dude this is going to be fucking amazing! I think this could be out best video yet!" "I know! I'm so fucking hard right now!" Kevin replied. Jason and Kevin Wright were two seniors at Canesbury East High that everyone believed were going to make a name for themselves in whatever they did. Both were the best swimmers in the school along with being two of the best basketball players. Plus they showed a great aptitude in the audio and video departments. Being twins they each had sandy brown hair that was short cropped with green eyes the same as their mother. Each was tall at just over six feet with lean muscular bodies. Suffice to say they had no trouble in the women department. Unknown to their parents however was the fact that both brothers had decided to use their skills along with their physical attributes to enter the world of professional pornography. In just the seven months from their eighteenth birthday they had made over six films and constructed a successful website from an outside web designer. They'd been smart about it however. They had legal contracts made with an attorney they had found and even gotten an accountant. In four months after expenses, fees, and loan repayments they'd amassed over one hundred thousand dollars for themselves and they were still thinking ahead. At the start of their little business venture they'd asked their parents to buy them a large van claiming that it would be easier for team gatherings and for transporting equipment to and from the school. In reality they used it to film their videos. They placed a series of small cameras throughout the van along with a wireless recording device. Once the rear seats were removed they had the same amount of space as a queen sized bed in the back. With this set up they started the "BigDicksBangingBigTits" website. They also had a friend named Danny Adamson that also helped with a few of their videos. Kevin pulled the van down the street to Cassie Nealson's house fifteen minutes later and both he and his brother were treated to the amazing sight of Cassie's mom's ass clad in a pair of daisy-dukes as she was on her hands and her knees in her flower beds. Jason rolled down his window and smiled as he leaned out. "Hi Mrs Nealson." Nicole Nealson looked over her shoulder and smiled at the two handsome boys openly staring at her ass and tanned legs. "Well hello boys!" she greeted them in her southern accent. "Y'all here to pick up Cassie or are ya'll doin some sight seein?" she said as she smiled and wiggled her round tight behind at them. Jason chuckled at the older woman's boldness. He and his brother had been flirting with Nicole for the past couple of years each time getting a little more bold. "Maybe a little bit of both!" Kevin said as he glanced over his brother's shoulder to look at the thirty eight year old cougar. Nicole smiled at the hunky teens and stood up. Under her wide brimmed hat her long blond hair fell to the middle of her back. Her skin was lightly tanned and sweaty from working outside. The boys watched a bead of sweat roll down from her long neck to slide in between a pair of tits nearly equal in size to their mother's. The only thing keeping the giant globes contained was a sleeveless white blouse that instead of being buttoned up was merely tide in a knot at the height of her nipples. The hot MILF adjusted her top forcing the tanned globes to jiggle slightly. Walking over to the van Nicole placed a hand on her sexy hip and thrust it out to the side. "You know, I sure could use your help this Saturday boys if you're free." "Sure, what do you need?" Kevin said as he openly stared at her nearly foot long expanse of cleavage. "Well I've got all these boxes I gotta get moved outta my basement and Richard is going to be out of town." she pouted. "Isn't Cassie gone next weekend for cheerleader camp or something?" Jason asked with a raised eyebrow. "You know, I do believe she will be!" Nicole said with an impish grin. She placed her hands behind her back and arched it slightly to push her impressive tits out even farther. Kevin and Jason smiled at each other before turning back to the busty athletic mom. "Yeah I think we can make it." Jason said. Just then Nicole's daughter Cassie came out and jogged to the van. Her hair, the same blond as her mother's, was done up in pigtails and bounced as she moved. Her 36DD's also bounced in a light blue tank top and didn't need the help of a bra to hold them up either. A white tennis skirt ended just below her ass and her strong legs flexed with each step. "Kay guys let's go!" Cassie said as she reached for the side door. "Excuse me young lady but were you thinking of running off without givin your momma a hug?" Nicole said with a stern look. Cassie rolled her eyes and turned around giving her mother a hug. The boys watched in delight as the large tits of both women squashed against each other. "Now you boys take care of my little sunshine!" "Moooom..." Cassie groaned as she opened the side door and got in the van. Nicole winked to the boys and walked back to her garden. The eyes of the twins locked onto her rolling ass cheeks before they drove away. * * * * * "What're these papers for?" Cassie asked as Kevin gave her a set of three pages and a pen. "Cassie, what are we here to do?" Jason asked her as they all sat in the back of the van. The sexy blond smiled as she looked at the twins in front of her. "I'm hoping to get fucked hard by you two studs like you did to Kimmy and Madison!" Jason chuckled. "Yeah but we're also paying you two thousand dollars to let us film you and put it on the website. You've got to sign that first." "Oh, okay!" Cassie said before she brought the papers down on the floor to sign them. She stopped however and looked back up at the twins. "Is it true what the girls said about you guys?" "What did they say?" Cassie looked at the growing bulges in the boys gym shorts and bit her bottom lip. "They said you guys have the biggest cocks they've ever seen!" Kevin and Jason smiled to each other before they simultaneously whipped off their t-shirts and then their gym shorts. Their massive erections, each one a foot long and thick stood out proudly from their crotches. They were shaved smooth and their hairless testicles looked to be about the size of lemons. Cassie's mouth dropped open and the pen fell to the floor. "Holy shit!" Fifteen minutes later the van was parked behind a warehouse and bouncing slightly. Inside, clothes were scattered all around and Cassie found herself on her hands and knees on a soft air mattress in the back. Her red lips were stretched wide as she took half of Kevin's massive cock down her throat while he held her pigtails in his hands. She gagged repeatedly as he fucked her mouth. Spit slid down his length and dripped from his balls. Kevin breathed in through clenched teeth as he looked down at the busty teen sucking him off. "Yeah baby suck that big cock!" Behind her Jason had her tight ass cheeks squeezed in his hands as he slid eight of his twelve inches into her again and again. "Fuuuuck! This pussy is so good bro!" Cassie gagged and moaned as she was ravaged by the twin hunks. Her big DD's swung wildly beneath her as her sensitive nipples dragged across the comforter. Her tight cheerleader body was tense from the rough double fucking she was getting. Her juices ran down her thighs as she lubricated the thick piece of meat as it penetrated her again and again. Kevin pulled his dick free from the tight vacuum of her mouth causing Cassie to take a deep breath. He gripped his shaft in his hand and smeared the spit covered length over her face. Cassie looked back over her shoulder to see Jason pounding at her tight little pussy from behind. He was stretching her out more than she ever had been before. It was a mix of pleasure and pain that was blowing her mind away. "OH F-FUCK ME!!! UGH!!! SUCH BIG COCKS!!! POUND MY TIGHT PUSSY!!!" she screamed. Jason spanked her ass before he reached down and squeezed her firm tits in his hands. The soft pliable flesh squeezed out between his fingers as his cock made obscene sucking noises in her wet tight hole. Kevin grabbed the sides of her face and brought her forward to slide his cock back into her mouth. "Fuck yes!" he said as he began to fuck her face again. "GURK! GURK! GURK!" choking noises emanated from Cassie's mouth as tears streamed down her face while she looked up at Kevin. Her nostrils flared to take in air that was immediately pushed out of her by the giant dick smacking against her cervix. Cassie's toes curled as she bent her knees more so her feet pointed upward. Her athletic legs flexed hard to steady herself. Her small hands tried to make a grip on the blanket underneath her causing her knuckles to turn white as the biggest orgasm of her life racked her frame. "MMMMMMFFFFFGGGG!!!" she moaned around Kevin's thickness. This rough fucking continued for another ten minutes before Jason got back up and gritted his teeth as he held Cassie around her slim waist. "Fuck I'm gonna cum!" "Me too!" Kevin said as he gripped the back of her head and fucked her raw throat. Both boys suddenly yanked their wet cocks free from Cassie and stood in front of her. Cassie carefully got on her knees in front of them as she was a little shaky. She cupped her titties in her hands and watched the large knobs bounce in front of her face as the brothers jerked off in front of her. "UUUUGGGHH!!!" "FFFUUUCCKKK!!!" both exclaimed as thick ropes, each a foot long and as thick as a finger shot out and splashed on the stunned teen. Again and again jizz rained down on her face, neck and chest to dribble down her stomach and thighs. Kevin and Jason grunted loudly with each flexing of their giant cock in their hands as they painted Cassie with their potent seed. Afterwards Cassie stared in shock at the two sweaty guys in front of her and then down at her cum covered body which looked like a bottle of lotion had exploded on her. Her gaze drifted back up to Kevin and Jason and she smiled widely. "WOW!!! That was amazing!" she said as she rubbed the cum into her firm tits. * * * * * While her boys enjoyed the pleasures of their new business venture, Lisa was vacuuming the living room when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Lisa? It's Brad. Do you have a minute?" replied the voice on the other line. "Oh hi Brad. What's going on?" Lisa asked as she heard the stress in the man's voice. Brad Willis was the family attorney. He'd been taking care of the family's trust funds and legal work for years. Unbeknownst to Lisa he had also helped Kevin and Jason set up the legal part of their business. While he may not have agreed with everything they were doing morally he still believed in their rights. If they wanted to make a legitimate business in the adult industry there was nothing he could do to stop them. "Lisa, I got a call from Carl half an hour ago. He's in Mexico." "What? Why the hell is he in Mexico?" Lisa's eyes were wide with surprise as she stood holding the phone. Brad took a deep breath before continuing. He proceeded to explain that Carl Wright, Lisa's husband of eighteen years and owner of a very successful financing company, had been laundering money for some individuals in Mexico. Apparently the FBI had begun an investigation and Carl had gotten wind of it. He'd cleared out all of the bank accounts and left the country leaving his family to fend for themselves. Lisa sat down on the couch as she listened to Brad in stunned silence. She was perfectly rigid with one small fist held tightly in her lap, her breasts rising and falling with quick breaths. Brad finally finished explaining everything that was happening and took a long pause before he continued. "Lisa, I'm so sorry. I had no idea what was going on. This was going on behind everyone's back. The FBI's already interviewed me and they will probably be coming over to your house soon." Lisa was struck by fear as the thought of men in black suits with sunglasses dragging her off to prison. "The FBI is coming here? B-But I didn't do anything Brad!" "It's going to be okay. They'll just want to ask you some questions." he reassured her. "Just be cooperative and honest. If you have any information about his finances that I didn't have I suggest you hand it over to them." "O-Okay..." "I'm sorry but I've got to go. If you have any trouble, contact my office. You'll get through this Lisa. I promise." Lisa placed the phone down on its receiver after turning it off. She sat back down and stared at the wall as she processed everything that had just been told to her. Suddenly it occurred to her what Brad had just told her about the accounts. Carl took everything. She didn't have a dime to her name. She looked around the spacious living room and all of the fancy furniture it held. The house was a overly spacious 6,600 square feet and they were still paying for it! "Oh God....we're going to be homeless!" Lisa thought. Her face fell into her small hands and she began to cry as the tragic news began to settle in. * * * * * Jason, Kevin, and Cassie all headed over to the local recreation center for showers after filming. Cassie had a blushing and satisfied expression on her face as she made her way back to the girls' locker area. Jason and Kevin cleaned up in the boys' showers and discussed how the editing was going to go and how soon they thought they could get the video up. After everyone was done the boys drove Cassie back to her house before heading home. Kevin pulled out his cell and called Danny. After six rings it went to his voice mail. "Huh, I wonder where he's at tonight?" Kevin thought out loud as he waited for the beep. "Hey man, it's Kevin. We got that video with Cassie. You missed out! Give us a call when you get this so we can talk about the next vid. We think we may have an in with Carrie's mom! Later." "Not there huh?" Jason asked his brother as he pulled onto the highway to make their way back home. "Nah. He must be busy or something." * * * * * Danny Adamson was in the same class as Kevin and Jason. He wasn't on the swim team but he was one of the best lacrosse players in the school. His frame was lean with wide shoulders and his black hair was cut short. With all of his good looks and a cock equal in size to their own it was no surprise that Jason and Kevin asked him to help out with their movies. He didn't complain as it had given him even more opportunities to fuck some of the hottest girls in his school. Danny was ignoring his phone as he was very busy at the moment helping his mother pick out a dress for tonight. He sat in a chair in his mother's bedroom, leaned forward in anticipation and he licked his lips. "Okay, how about this one dear?" came a sultry voice from the master closet. Alicia Adamson came striding out of her closet wearing a purple cocktail dress. She was a tall woman at five feet ten inches with hourglass curves. The dress left one shoulder bare before it stretched out to encompass her enormous breasts. A good eight inches of pale mouth-watering cleavage was exposed. Despite her age of thirty seven, Alicia's tits remained high and firm as they jiggled slightly with each step she took. Her nipples made small indentations in the fabric as she stood with her hip cocked out and a hand resting on it as she waited for her son's opinion. Danny's eyes trailed down from his mother's cleavage to her small waist as the dress left no hints to the curves she possessed. Her generous hips stretched the purple fabric out before the dress ended at mid-thigh. She didn't wear any stockings which was fine by her son's standards as he enjoyed the sight of his mother's leg muscles as they stood out. Her small feet were bare as she hadn't decided on shoes just yet. "Well?" she asked with a playful smile and one arched eyebrow. She brushed a strand of her long wavy auburn hair out of her face. Her blue eyes twinkled with her smile. The Family Business Ch. 01 "Hmmm, turn around for a sec." Danny said as he sat upright and held his chin in his hand. Alicia smiled again and turned slowly. She spread her legs slightly and arched her back. Her firm bubble butt stuck out proudly behind her. She looked over her shoulder and looked at her son again to await his response. "It's good." he said after staring at her ass for a good ten seconds. "Maybe you should try your green one?" Alicia sighed and walked back to her closet. She rolled her hips a little more deliberately than she needed to. "It's so hard to pick the right clothes some times." Alicia knew that her son just liked to watch her show off her clothes and curves. She was well aware of the charms of her body and she was flattered that she could drive men wild, especially one of them being her own eighteen year old son. She smiled at herself in the mirror as she stripped out of her purple dress. Her bottoms consisted of a lacy dark red thong that rode high on her hips. Other than that she had not a stitch of clothing on her. Covering her huge tits with one arm and squashing them against her she pulled a green dress off of the rack and walked back out. "Sweetheart did you mean this dress?" Danny's eyes became wide as he stared at the vision before him. His mother was standing nearly completely naked before him. Her athletic voluptuous body was breathtaking. Her skin was pale and blemish free. Her breasts were flattened out somewhat by her arm and he could see the upper and bottom slopes stick out. "Uuuumm.....y-yeah..." he said before he cleared his throat. "T-That's....um.....the tits. The one! T-That's the one!" "Okay, I wasn't quite sure." she said casually as she walked back. Danny just sat in the chair with a huge grin on his face. He and his mom had always had a fun casual relationship. They joked and talked about everything. She felt more like a friend than his mother sometimes. And more and more they had been having fun being slightly flirtatious with each other. It seemed that his mom took it to a whole new level however. "Yep, you were right. The green one looks great!" Alicia said as she came out wearing the skimpy dress. Her massive breasts jiggled as she tied the top behind her neck. Her cleavage as well as the sides of her breasts were exposed as the dress continued down to hug her waist. The bottom of the dress was clingy like the last one as it molded itself around her hips and overly round ass. Danny licked his lips as he watched his mother bend forward to slip on a pair of four inch green heels. Her boobs swayed and hung heavily below her. Standing back up Alicia gave her son a warm smile causing the beauty mark above the left side of her upper lip to stand out. Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way to her bathroom to finish her hair and make-up. "Thanks for helping me pick a dress for tonight baby." "Uh huh." Danny said dreamily as he watched her ass roll from side to side. After she entered the bathroom Danny shook his head to clear his thoughts and checked his phone. He smiled when he saw Kevin's number pop up knowing that they finished another movie. Leaving his mother's bedroom he called his friend back. * * * * * "Oh dude you missed out!" Kevin said into his phone. "You are definitely going to want to make a vid with Cassie! She is sooooo fucking good!" Jason listened to his brother talk to Danny on the phone as he drove the rest of the way home. A few minutes later they pulled the van into the driveway and made their way inside after the guys finished talking on the phone. The brothers were all smiles and laughing as they made their way inside the house. The smiles quickly faded when they saw Lisa seating on the couch sniffling and holding tissues in her hands. "Mom what's wrong?" Jason asked as he set his bag down and set next to her. "What happened?" Kevin asked as he knelt down in front of her. Both boys had a look of deep concern as they looked at their mother. Lisa looked at her two strapping sons and her lower lip quivered. She was so proud of them and especially now to see the love they had for her unlike her deadbeat con artist of a husband. She couldn't bear the thought of having to move them away from their friends and their home. "Um...well.....*sigh*....I got a call from Brad today about y-your father..." Lisa said before she had to take some deep breaths to steady herself. Her sons stayed silent as the awaited the news from her. "H-He ran off! He left the c-country and took everything! We don't have any money!" She curled into Jason's chest as she started to sob again. The brothers looked at each other with worry and waited for Lisa to put herself back together. After a few minutes of crying she was able to regain her breath. Both of her sons couldn't help but stare at her breasts and they jiggled and bounced from her breathing. They stretched her shirt out which forced it to mold around them perfectly. "I don't know what we're going to do!" Lisa said as she sat back up and leaned her head back against the couch. Kevin and Jason looked at each other again before turning back to their mother. "Mom, don't worry we'll figure something out." Jason said as he squeezed her leg lightly. He couldn't help but admire her firm thigh muscles. "Yeah Mom, something will come up. Maybe Brad will find another account that dad didn't clean out yet. You never know." Kevin said as he tried to reassure her. Lisa sat in silence for a few moments and stared at the ceiling. "I was supposed to go out with Alicia and Nicole tonight but I guess those plans are shot." "You should go out! After this kind of news you need to hang out with your friends and have a couple of drinks." Kevin said with a smile as he stood up. "Yeah Mom, go out and have some fun. We'll be fine." Jason also rose up and offered her a hand. "We'll be fine. Let's just deal with all this tomorrow." Lisa took her son's hand and stood up. Her stomach and chest hurt from crying and her make-up ran down both of her chuberic cheeks. "God, I'm a mess!" she said with a lighthearted chuckle. She turned to her sons and gave them each a tight hug. Her breasts squeezed out between them obscenely. "I love you boys so much. I know we'll get through this if you tell me so." "We love you too Mom." Both Jason and Kevin said as they returned her embrace. Both of them sported raging hard cocks as she walked down the hall to take a shower. * * * * * Two hours later Lisa found herself sitting at a table at her favorite cocktail bar with her two friends. After spilling her guts and having another quick cry they each hugged her tightly. "Darlin, you're better off without that sleazy son of a bitch!" Nicole said as she lightly sipped her one drink of the night. They all agreed that it was her turn to be the designated driver for the evening. Nicole was wearing a blue sleeveless blouse that hugged her upper body. The buttons were straining to contain her tanned melons. The arm holes were large enough that even a little side boob was showing. The blouse was tucked into her narrow waist where a charcoal grey cotton miniskirt hugged her hips. Her bare legs led down to a pair of black wedge sandals. Her finger and toe nails were painted a dark blue with sparkles and a small silver chain covered one ankle. Her lush blond hair danced around her shoulders as she moved her head. "I just don't know what we're going to do about money. The mortgage is paid for for the next two months but what will I do after that?" Lisa said as she stared at her drink and clinked her fingernails against the glass. "The last paying job I had was my modeling and that was ten years ago." Lisa's sons convinced her to dress up and she had decided on a strapless black cocktail dress. Her short brown hair was straightened as it fell over her ears which had two large silver hoops hanging from them. Her long delicate neck led down to the impressive cleavage that was being pushed up out of the top of the dress. The tight black material clung to her waist and over her hips to stop just above her knees. Black open toed four inch heels adorned her small feet. Alicia pulled her drink away from plump wet lips and set it down. "You've got some time to think things through. We can help you if things get to tight for you. I just wish you could have taken him to the cleaners like I did to my ex." she said with a wink. Alicia's auburn hair was curled in several places and rested on her shoulders and in between her pale boobs in the green dress she had left the house in. Her long strong legs were crossed as she bounced one of her green heels on her toe. "Besides you don't need a husband as long as you've got those two hunky boys of yours around the house." Alicia said with a mischievous smile on her face. Nicole giggled at her friend's comment after taking another sip of her drink. "Mmmhmm, that is true. What I wouldn't give to have those two around my house all day long!" "Hey those are my sons you two!" Lisa said. Although she did feel a bit of pride in her heart when her friends mentioned them. "Oh you can't blame us sweety!" Alicia said as she raised her drink to her lips. "Hell I admire Danny's fine physique all the time! We even tease each other!" Lisa blushed at her friends confession which just caused both of her friends to giggle more. "You can't tell me ya haven't taken a gander at them from time to time." Nicole quipped. Lisa looked back and forth between her smiling friends. Seeing both of them waiting for a response she looked down at her drink and sat up straight. "Well....maybe I've peeked a couple times when they were in the pool..." "Ha! I knew it" Nicole exclaimed. The night continued for the three MILFs. Nicole stayed sober and only had cokes with limes after her drink. Lisa and Alicia were another matter however. Both were quite tipsy if not all the way drunk. Each was having a great time and truly enjoying each other's company. Nicole leaned forward onto the table and waved the girls in to get closer. "I think Cassie had sex with your two boys!" Lisa gasped and Alicia's mouth dropped open. "Get out!" Lisa said as she playfully slapped her friend's shoulder. "How do you know!" "I heard her talking to one of her friends on the phone. From the sounds of it those two know how to fuck." "Nicole!" Lisa exclaimed with wide eyes as Alicia burst out laughing. "And that's not the best part either." Nicole said as she leaned in again. "Apparently both of them are hung like horses. And so is Danny from what I heard." Lisa blushed and sat back with her mouth open. Alicia also sat back and lightly touched the inside of her breasts before she fanned herself and looked to the side. Nicole laughed out loud at their expressions. "Ya'll should see yourselves!" she cried out as she held her stomach while she continued to laugh. * * * * * Alicia closed the car door and leaned forward to look into the window. Her huge melons hung low as she looked at her two friends after brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. "I'll call you tomorrow Lisa. You two take care." Standing back up she walked up to her front door on slightly unsteady legs. She held her heels in one hand and a small purse in the other. "Bye darlin! Have a good night!" Nicole called out before driving away. Alicia blew a kiss to her departing friends before turning back and unlocking her front door. The house was quiet and dark which didn't surprise her as it was already past two in the morning. Placing her purse and keys on the small table in the entryway she made her way up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. Her feet sunk into the soft carpet as she let her hand trail against the wall. She came upon her son's door halfway down the hall and stopped. It wasn't closed all the way and she stared at the partial gap that led into his dark bedroom. Chewing on her bottom lip she noticed that a few things happened. First her heart rate and increased and she could feel it beating in her chest. Second she felt slightly sweaty and she could tell her skin was flushed. Third, her nipples were extremely hard as they rubbed against her dress and her pussy was soaked. After a couple of shaky breaths she pushed lightly on the door which opened without making a noise. She stood in the door frame and watched as the light poured into the room and revealed her hunky eighteen year old son's upper body. He was breathing softly and his face was turned away from her with one arm draped above his head. Alicia stepped inside and knelled down at her sons bed. Her eyes trailed down from his short glossy black hair to his chiseled jaw line. Strong shoulders led further down to well defined arms and hairless pecs. His hard six pack abs rose and fell as he breathed as his sheet covered half of them. Finally her eyes dropped down to the fabric covering a rather substantial bulge. "Danny?" his mother called out softly but he kept breathing softly and showed no sign of stirring. Alicia bit her bottom lip again as she slowly reached up and held the top of the sheet in her fingers. She lifted it away and down and her eyes became wide as she covered her mouth with her other hand. Her son's cock was breathtaking. Semi hard it lay across his stomach and over his belly button. It was intimidating to say the least as thick veins traveled across the silky skin. As the sheet was pulled farther down Alicia could tell that he shaved himself completely and she liked the look of it. His enormous testicles, each one the size of a lemon lay between his strong thighs in the smooth skin of his sack. Alicia licked her lips as she stared at the forbidden fruit of her son. Her hands clenched the sheet between her fingers. "Oh my God it's so big..." she whispered to herself. Taking another glance at Danny's sleeping face she leaned down and slowly dragged her tongue from his ballsack up the length and across the bulbous head before sitting back up and looking at his face again. When nothing happened she looked back down and gasped when she saw her son's cock get harder and bigger. Reaching out Alicia wrapped as much of her hand around the fleshy column as she could and lifted it away from his stomach. She leaned down again and slowly rubbed her face over the length. She inhaled his young musk and moaned lightly before sticking her tongue out and moving it back and forth. "I have to have this big fucking cock!" she thought to herself as she slowly started to jack the length as she tongued his heavy balls. Soon enough Danny's cock was at full mast. Alicia stared up at the mouth watering length as she held it up to point at the ceiling as she continued to jack it and lick his balls. Large pearls of precum oozed from the tip and were spread along his length from her soft hand. Pressing her tongue flat against the underside she slowly brought her mouth up to the helmet before wrapping her thick lips around it and moaned as she tasted his salty spunk for the first time. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as her tongue whirled around the tip. Sitting up and leaning further forward Alicia started to slide her mouth down her son's length. Halfway down she sealed her lips tightly and pulled back up. Her lips stretched out in front of her as she sucked hard causing her cheeks to cave in. When she had just the head in her mouth she slid back down again. Wet sucking noises started to fill Danny's room. Danny was having an amazing dream of having his favorite porn star sucking on his cock. It was the most realistic dream in his life that he could recall. That's when his brain started to work and he realised he was dreaming but the sensations were real. Opening his groggy eyes Danny looked down and saw thick auburn hair dancing up and down over his crotch as a mouth sucked on his cock better than any blowjob he'd had in the past. One feminine hand rested on his hard abs while he felt the other wrapped around his girth. Past the hair he could see a pair of truly amazing breasts contained in a green top. And suddenly he remembered what his mother had been wearing when she left as he became fully awake. Danny sat up on his elbows as he stared with wide eyes. "Holy shit! Mom?" The hand on his stomach reached up and brushed the hair out of her face as she looked up at her son with lust filled eyes. She slowly brought her mouth up and popped his cock out as she jacked the base while rubbing the top against her cheek. "Don't be mad baby. Mommy can't help it!" she said as her eyes filled with a drunken lust. "I've got to have your giant cock!" And with those words she took his shaft back into her mouth as she continued to keep eye contact with him. Danny groaned and watched his mom take inch after inch as she fucked him with her moist hot mouth. "Oh Mom, yes! Suck my cock!" he said as he was finally living out his greatest fantasy. "MMMMM!!!!" Alicia moaned as she bounced her head up and down on her son's crotch. She kept one hand on the lower half of his shaft while the hand on his stomach moved down and began to tug and gently squeeze his huge balls. Danny groaned as he looked at his massive dick slide in and out of his mom's eager mouth. Lines of drool covered the whole length and down to his crotch and balls. His mom gave a loud messy blow job which was just the way he liked it. He pumped his hips lightly trying to push more of his dick into her hot throat. "GUK! GUK! GURK!" Gagging noises emanated from Alicia as she slid her son's cock in and out of her throat. She held the base still as she squeezed one testicle then the other. Danny's eyes were drawn to Alicia's tits as they bounced and pressed against his legs as she bobbed her head. They flattened out on his legs again and again and the flesh jiggled slightly. He licked his lips as he stared. "Take your dress off Mom! Ugh! I-I've got to see those tits!" Alicia looked up at her son and slowly rose her mouth up and let her son's cock slide out from under her upper lip before pursing her lips and kissing the tip. She smiled as she stood up and turned away from her son's gaze. Reaching behind her neck she untied the top of the dress and looked over her shoulder to watch her son's reaction as she pulled the straps down. Danny was slowly stroking his cock and watching intently as his mother started to strip. Her breasts were so large that he could see their sides as he looked at her sexy arched back. He licked his lips as she began to wiggle her hips as she pushed the dress off her waist and down over her thighs. He gasped as she leaned forward, pushing her large round bubble butt towards him that was clad in the same dark red thong he'd seen earlier. His gaze traveled down the length of her long muscled legs before rising up to look at her as she turned around. Alicia smiled sexily at her son as she crossed her arms over her boobs to cover her nipples and squash them against herself. "You want to see Mommy's big tits baby?" she asked as she swung her long dark red hair over her shoulder. Danny sat up and swung his legs off the bed as he continued to stroke his massive cock. A large dollop of precum fell from the tip to splatter on the floor. "Fuck yeah Mom! Show me those big fuck jugs!" he said with an arrogant tone to his voice. Alicia smirked in return at her son's cockiness, her beauty mark rising slightly. Taking a couple of steps back to the bed she slid her arms off her breasts and hefted them up so they pointed at her son's hungry mouth. Her rosy pink areolas were puffy and her nipples were hard and stuck out as far as the tip of her pinky. Her son didn't need a verbal invitation as he reached out and wrapped his strong hands around her waist and pulled her forward. His lips dived in and he took the tip of her left breast into his waiting mouth and closed his eyes in contentment. The Family Business Ch. 01 "Oooo yeah, suck Mommy's big titties!" Alicia cooed as she ran her hands over her son's athletic body. She loved the feeling of his strong shoulders and arms as he squeezed her waist while sucking hard on her sensitive nipples. Danny was in heaven. His tongue slid out and made circles around each other his mother's nipples as he moved from one giant firm tit to the other. He couldn't believe that they were able to stay so firm and stick up from her chest with how big they were. Drool fell from his chin and covered the front portions of her breasts as he devoured them. He moved his strong hands back and cupped his mother's large firm bubble butt. His fingers made bright pink marks were he squeezed her. He ran his fingers under the dark thong and pushed it down and away from her waxed, wet and eager pussy. Alicia was panting as her son pushed her thong away to strip her naked while he covered every inch of her breasts with his ravenous mouth. Her hands ran over his hard shoulders and down his strong back, admiring his youth and strength. Her hands slipped down between them and wrapped around his cock as she stepped out of the thong as it fell to the floor. "Oh God baby! It's sooo big!" She said as both of her hands slid up and down the steel hard pole. "I w-want it so bad! Mommy needs to get fucked by your giant monster cock!" Danny reached back up to grab his mother around the waist again as he stood and turned her around. He sucked hard on one of her breasts before letting it go with a loud pop and watched it jiggle before he gently pushed her back onto his bed. Alicia continued to pant with excitement as she sank down into her son's mattress and moved up the bed. Her long hair fanned out on the pillow under her head as she spread her thighs and gripped the sheets in her hands. Her eyes met her son's before they slipped over his lean muscled frame to fix onto the cock that was poised at the entrance to her pink pussy lips. "Oh yes! P-Please baby! I want it soooo bad!" she said as she hooked her feet onto his thighs and ran a fingernail down his chiseled pecs and abs. Danny gripped his cock with one hand while holding onto one of his mother's legs with the other. Bringing the tip closer he began to rub it into her lips causing both of them to gasp in ecstasy. Looking up he watched his mother's soft flat stomach move in and out with her panting. Her back was arched slightly and her giant tits jiggled delightfully as they still remained firm and high despite her being on her back. After admiring his mother's body for a few seconds he couldn't hold himself back anymore and he started to push his massive cock into her. With eyes rolling back with pleasure, Alicia arched her back again and held her breath as her son's girth spread her pussy open more than anything she'd had before. It was a slow sometimes painful but mostly pleasurable struggle even with the copious amount of precum and pussy juice produced by both of them. She could feel the thick veins and silky skin over the steel hardness as her silky warm insides took him in. Releasing his cock Danny brought his hand back and held both of this mother's legs behind her knees as he continued to push. "God damn Mom! You have such a tight fucking pussy!" he exclaimed as he continued to inch slowly forward. Finally with one last thrust both mother and son gasped in pleasure as he was fully inside her. His large testicles bounced and rested on her plump ass cheeks. "Holy shit! N-no girl has ever been able to take all of me before! This is amazing!" Danny said as he looked down at their connected bodies. "OH BABY S-START FUCKING ME!!! FUCK ME HARD!!!" Alicia said as she reached up to squeeze as much of her tits as she could in her hands as she looked at her son with a lust filled expression. Still holding onto her legs, Danny pulled his hips back so half of his length remained inside. He paused for just a moment and then began to saw his monster cock in and out of his own mother's pussy. "UGH!!! FUCK YEAH!!! TAKE MY COCK MOM!!!" he moaned loudly. His lean muscles tensed with the hard thrusting and sweat began to form on his skin. "YES!!! AAAAAHHHH!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!!" Alicia screamed out as she smiled at hunched her hips up to meet her son's pounding. "POUND MY TIGHT PUSSY YOU BIG MOTHERFUCKER!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!!" Wet squelching noises emanated from Alicia's pussy as her own son's hard cock plowed into her again and again. She pinched her nipples and smiled as she arched her back. Their combined juices ran down the crack of her ass to dribble onto the sheets. She couldn't believe what she was doing, laying on her son's bed and letting him mount her. She couldn't deny the pleasure he was bringing her however as she felt the first of what she knew to be several orgasms start to build. "YES BABY!!! K-KEEP FUCKING MOMMY HARD!!!" she encouraged him as she brought her hands to her son's stomach to let her fingers run over his hard abs. A drop of sweat fell from Danny's forehead to splash into his mom's sexy belly button as he let go of her legs and put his fists into the mattress on either side of her waist. He panted as he pumped his strong young hips back and forth. He loved the feeling and the sounds of his massive balls slapping against his mom's bubble butt. Alicia's eyes became wide as she felt the first electric shock hit her as her orgasm started. She gripped his waist hard and spread her knees wide but kept them bent, her curled toes pointing towards the foot of the bed. "RIGHT THERE!!! D-DON'T STOP BABY!!! FUCK MOMMY!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed as her first orgasm came. Pussy juices sprayed out around her son's cock as she arched her back and gritted her teeth. Her tits bounced wildly and slapped against each other from her son's thrusts. Danny smiled down at his mother as he watched her scream and shake in ecstasy. He reached up and cupped and squeezed her massive fuck jugs for a few seconds while he slowed down his thrusts. He was close but he wanted this moment to last just a little longer. He leaned forward and once again sucked at her puffy nipples as he waited for her to come down from her orgasm. Alicia's body had several small tremors as she came back to reality after the most intense cum that she'd ever had. She cooed as she reached down and ran her hands over her son's sweaty strong back. He was still pushing into her but far more gently then before. She couldn't believe how good a lover he was. "Ooooo baby, you made me feel so good!" she said as she bit her bottom lip. Danny let go of her right nipple before lifting the giant tit up and licking the underside. He smiled as he came back up and started to pull out of her. Both mother and son gasped as they were freed from each other. Danny held his steel pole in his hand and stroked it slowly as he looked down at his mother's amazing body. "Get on your hands and knees Mom! I want to fuck you some more!" Smiling sexily at her son, Alicia stretched and arched her back. The effect was to both relax her muscles and to show off her curves to her son. She rolled over onto her stomach and got up on her hands and knees. Tossing her hair back she looked over at him over her shoulder with a coy smile. "Come and get it, tiger!" she said as she wiggled her plump behind at him while bending her knees so her toes pointed up and her leg muscles stood out. Danny got back onto the bed quickly and saddled up behind his mother. Not wanting to wait another second he lined up his cock with one hand while he palmed one of her ass cheeks. He nuzzled the head in and pushed hard, making both of them cry out in pleasure. "UGH!!! FUCK YEAH!!!" he moaned as he felt his balls slap up into his mom's clit. He looked down to see the amazing sight of his mom's ass cheeks squashed against his lower abs. His eyes trailed up to the small dimples in her lower back, loving the sweaty curvature. He could see the sides of her tits as they hung below her and pressed into the mattress. Finally his eyes came to rest on one of his mother's. Half of her face was covered by her hair as she panted and stared at him with a hungry expression. "FUCK ME!!!" she commanded as she started to slide herself off his dick before slamming back with a slapping noise as her butt collided with his hard muscles. "POUND MOMMY'S PUSSY!!!" Danny didn't need to be told twice. Squeezing both of her ass cheeks hard he pulled back and slammed in hard. His testicles swinging in with every thrust to slam against her. He could swear he heard them sloshing around with cum as he had never felt so good in his life. He knew he was going to come harder than any time he had before. His chest strained with breath and sweat curled down his lean frame as he pounded his mother hard and fast. Alicia turned her head back and closed her eyes as she swung her hair back across her shoulders. "UUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!!" she moaned deeply from her throat. This was the most amazing fuck of her life and it was from her own son! She couldn't believe it! Danny placed a foot on the mattress and continued the relentless pounding of his mother's tight pussy. "UGH!!! FUCK!!! S-SUCH A TIGHT PUSSY!!!" he exclaimed in pleasure. He raised one of his hands and slapped his mother's ass hard enough to leave impressions. *SLAP* "UGH!!!" *SLAP* "Y-YES!!!" *SLAP* "F-FUCK ME HARD!!!" Alicia screamed and moaned in pleasure. The sounds of their hard fucking filled the room. The squeaking of the bed. The slapping of their bodies. The moans and screams escaping their lungs. Alicia could feel her tits slapping against her arms with each thrust. Danny reached down and tugged on his mother's hair with one hand, forcing her to arch her back even more, as he squeezed her ass with the other. He felt the familiar tingling in his balls and the pit of his stomach. "HERE IT COMES MOM!! I'M GOING TO CUM SO HARD IN YOUR TIGHT PUSSY!!!" And with those words Alicia's eyes shot open as she felt her son's cock swell and expel its warm potent seed inside her. His cum felt thick and hot and as it started to fill her she had her second orgasm of the night. "AAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!" she squealed in delight as she came. "FFFFUUUUUUUCK!!!" Danny moaned as he held her tightly against him as his cock bucked deep inside his mother's womb. He could feel his balls tighten up against him as his hips gave little thrusts. Alicia's eyes rolled back once again as she balled the sheets in her fists. She could feel cum squirting out of her in milky streams and fall down the inside of her thighs. For a couple of minutes mother and son stayed locked together as mother and son never should. Finally when Danny knew for sure he couldn't pump any more inside her he slowly extricated himself. Her tight pussy released him with a pop and he smiled as he saw his potent teenage cum run out of her pussy. He collapsed on the bed panting as Alicia fell forward, flattening her tits out widely. Propping himself on one elbow Danny ran his hand down his mother's back and smiled. "Mom that was amazing! What got into you tonight?!" After taking a few breaths Alicia rose up on her elbows as well and looked at her son. She smiled when she saw his gaze drop down to her deep cleavage. "Well..." she said before licking her lips. "Let me tell you about the conversation I had with the girls tonight!" The Family Business Ch. 02 I slept deep -- my dreams pleasant and warm. Tonight I found the gate of ivory and passed into a wish-born world of green fields and rivers. My cares and sundry crises dissipated like mists. No more tests or trials. I was the dominus Titus and all that lay ahead were wanton splendors and wicked wonders. Nymphs frolicked in the pastoral expanse and I reached out and claimed the fairest. She smiled at my touch. Her love was so simple and so certain. And then... And then, what? The nymph began to pull away. The dream was dying and yet, I still felt some of its warmth. I opened my eyes and saw only soft light filtered through faded motel curtains. I heard the gentle rustling of bed linens and the low thrum of the air conditioner. There was a moment of uncertainty. Something was out of place. Something had followed me over from the dream world. There was movement in the bed and ... Ah, yes, Sam was blowing me. I closed my eyes and let the sensation simply happen. Her mouth, warm, wet and eager, suckled my already hard cock. I felt her tongue dancing up and down my shaft. I sighed. Barely awake, almost dreaming, I was already close to release. "If you don't stop," I cautioned her, "you're going to get a mouthful." She gazed up and pierced me with those sorcerous green eyes. "Feed me, dominus. I starve." That was enough. I came. Not desperate and frantic like the night before. Not the pent up pressure of months and years, exams and expectations. This was gentle. I made no effort to resist her capable oral efforts. I just let it go. Marvelous. She drank down all I gave her and when I was done, smiled almost innocently. "Good morning," she chimed. "Good morning," I answered with a laugh as if the sentiment was so obvious as to be absurd. "You, my dear, have permission to do that every morning." Her innocent smile melted into something far more wicked as sucked on a slightly sticky finger. "Cream before my coffee, sir?" "Exactly." Thanks dad. "You were a beast last night," she whispered. "You were an angel." "The best sort of angel -- the fallen kind." She kept her wicked smile even as she nibbled at my ear. "Alas, I wish we could spend all day in bed, dominus, but you should take a shower and get cleaned up. C.C.'s opens in less than two hours and I'm sure you would like some breakfast after all your exertions." This almost jarringly practical suggestion managed to dig its way into my sex-addled brain and find some purchase. "That, my dear, is an excellent idea. Know any place local?" "I'm afraid I don't get out much, sir." "Right. We'll ask the front desk. And please...Ty. Not sir." "Of course. I will not forget again, Ty." "I liked the 'dominus' though for, uh, special occasions." She gave me a mischievous giggle. I leapt out of bed naked and almost directly into a hot shower. I was in fine spirits -- the sort of mood that only a young man freshly sucked and sexed could feel. But as the steady spray of liquid warmth cleansed me, I still found a moment or two for doubt. She had been so eager last night. And such a convincing tale of being ignored and cast aside. I recalled a moment from days long departed. I was not even six when I had caught the child of a house slave with one of my toys. I couldn't even remember what it was. A race car? Action figure? Book? What did it matter? The child of slaves and thus, also a slave. I took it from him. The boy wanted it back. He grabbed it brazenly and cried it was his. What was his name? Only the gods remember. I yelled for that toy, angry and indignant. It was mine. The slave boy had other ideas. He pushed back. My father and the boy's mother arrived on the scene just in time to witness the shove. I remembered my father's fury, seizing the little slave. "You dare strike your dominus?!" I wondered then and there if he would break the boy's neck. At first, I felt vindicated and vengeful. Short hours later, as the boy was tied to a post I felt instead nothing but guilt. My father uncoiled the lash. "Something to remember us by when you're on the block." The rawhide whip uncoiled in his hand like a serpent. The crack of leather lightning. The angry red welt. The crimson stripe. One and then another and another. Five lashes. I can't remember the slave's name but I remember every one as if it was made into my own flesh. The mother begged, eyes full of inconsolable tears, that her son not be sold. Though my father stormed and threatened, Carl did in time relent. I still remembered my father's words after the matter was done. "Do you know what really happened here, Ty? That boy didn't steal your toy. His mother did. Probably thought you wouldn't miss it." "Why did you punish the boy then?" "Punishing him punished her worse than anything I could have done. She felt every lash, son, I'll guarantee it. There will be no more theft." "Why would she lie, dad? Why not take the punishment herself?" "A child I can forgive. An adult thief? I'd have to really punish her or household discipline would be endangered." "So, she lied." "Slaves lie, son. All of them. Never forget it." Slaves lie. All of them. Was Sam lying now? Was Sam trying to seduce me, control me? Was this all a ploy to win my heart so that I would go easier on her? I sighed. Gods, the shit going through my head sounded exactly like my father. The curse of an active mind is constant doubt, I mused. I shook it away. I didn't have time for this. And besides, if Sam was trying to seduce me, that sounded like the most fun I had in years. We should all be so lucky as to be seduced by a raven-haired twenty-something sex kitten. I emerged from the shower and quickly prepared myself for the day to come. Sam was ready, of course. She had showered before I awoke and getting dressed was almost trivial. Her gloves and boots had returned. Her collar had never left. "Ready, Ty?" I nodded, smiled and we were out the door. Over pancakes and coffee, I finally raised a question that had been on my mind for a while. "Samantha, do you like going everywhere naked?" She paused. She was in a fairly crowded breakfast joint at about eight o' clock in the morning wearing basically nothing and seemingly completely at ease. Nudity of course was neither prohibited nor even uncommon on warm summer days like today. It was deemed somewhat unseemly by the more sophisticated classes, of course, and could be a serious social faux pas depending on the occasion. It was a simple enough question. Still, Sam seemed a little taken back. "I was trained in House DeMornay, Ty. Nudity is a hallmark. I haven't worn anything substantial, weather permitting, since ..." she paused, trying to recall. "Gods, has its been more than a decade? I was fourteen when we did our nudity conditioning. I don't even notice anymore." I nodded. "I'm not saying I don't enjoy seeing all of you, but it's not necessary." "A little possessive, Ty?" she leaned over in the booth and whispered in my ear. "Are you going to keep me all for yourself?" I chuckled. "Yes, actually, but that's beside the point." "Your father always kept the office staff naked," she paused to take a bite of her short stack. "If it bothers you, Ty, I'll wear whatever you like." "I really want to know your opinion. I'm not my father." "Thank the gods," she said quietly. "Honestly, if you're offering, I want two things." "Let's hear 'em," I said. "I hate the chastity belts. They are required in the guest rooms because it allegedly keeps the guards and the girls in line. Idiocy! Has no one ever heard of a blow job? Chastity belts don't keep the guards away from the merchandise. Jojo and the security cameras do." She took a sip from her coffee. "I understand their value for the new stock. A certified virgin is worth anywhere from twenty five to fifty percent more than a used girl. One amorous new guard in a single night could do hundreds of thousands of denarii in damage. "But, Ty, I am a used girl and proud of it. Regardless, whenever I stay there, even for one night, I get locked up to protect a virginity I lost more than seven years ago." "Well, I don't plan to let you stay there again," I interjected. "You say that now, but situations..." she paused, her voice almost quivering. "They change, Ty. Please revise the rules. Let used girls go without a chastity belt." I smiled. "Done. I'll talk to Jojo as soon as we get to the office. The second?" "How about business suits for the office staff? They can even be sexy business suits. I know what line of work I'm in. Sometimes nudity is a hassle. There was this young repairman who came up to fix the printer last year. He couldn't even look at me. He just stuttered. I needed that printer working for the quarterly reports. "I'll happily disrobe around you, Ty. Why don't we make that special for our private time? Besides, naked slave girls are so twenty-seventh century." I laughed. She was right, of course. My dad had always been seriously old school about slaves, religion, everything. Carl Rayburn wouldn't hardly take a piss without sacrificing a ram to Janus. I didn't see it that way. I honor the gods as much as the next man, but I just couldn't imagine that the gods were really all that fond of animal cruelty. "Also done. Tonight, we'll go shopping and pick something out," I blinked and finally caught her meaning. "Wait, did you say office staff? As in plural?" "Yes, I was hoping that we could pick out the girls for the office staff today. Remember? We talked about this yesterday. I can't handle the office on my own." "Right." New girls. I took a bite of my pancakes. Sure. Why the hell not? ... "So La Noche's already got you changing the rules, eh, jefe?" I looked up from my monitor to see Jojo towering over me, sporting an enormous toothy grin. "Getting rid of the belts is a bad idea?" "No. I actually recommended it years ago, but your father thought it might be bad for discipline," said Jojo with a shrug. He took a seat. The office furniture looked almost comically small compared to the massive security chief. "That sounds like dad." "Jefe, your father is a very smart man. Maybe the best slave trader I've ever met. Do you remember the uprising in Matamoros a few years back? When it looked like every slave in the province might make a break for it and join up with the Zapatistas? The Spartacus of the South they called him. Here, not even a murmur. That's discipline, jefe. C.C.'s is famous for its well-trained, enthusiastic girls. You play with that reputation at your peril." "I get that. Maybe I am being too lax..." I considered. Slave lie, son. They lie. "Nah. Not yet, anyways. The ladies, they are kept separate from the girls. It's no problem. Your the boss, of course. But if you want to change any more rules, how about a heads up first?" "Sound reasonable, Jojo." I paused, "The ladies?" "No offense but I despise 'new' and 'used'. It's disrespectful. They aren't cars, jefe! We have 'the ladies' and we have 'the girls'. I think you know the difference." I smiled. I was having trouble not liking Jojo. "Anyways, I actually didn't call you over here to talk about chastity belts. I have another problem." "Whatever you need, jefe." "I need office staff. Samantha is a very talented girl, but she can't handle the office alone. Let's say three 'ladies'. I've been looking over dossiers all morning and these files have almost nothing relevant to being good at desk work." Jojo smirked. "Yeah, that's not... How would you business school types say? That's not our core business, jefe." "Right. So, you've been here a long time. Could you pick out three smart ladies? Pretty too if we've got them." "Pretty is all we got, jefe. If we ever get anyone much less than perfect, they get sent to Martigan's Discount damn quick. But, yeah, I can recommend three La Noche might get along with." "Thanks, Jojo." "De nada. Now, if you'll excuse me, no rest for the wicked. Speaking of which, you should get some lunch, jefe. Something hearty. La Noche can really take it out of you, no?" Jojo walked away, his booming laugh trailing behind him. His laugh proved infectious. "True enough." I chuckled and then I got back to work. Lunch could wait. ... Later that afternoon, Jojo's recommendations landed on my desk. I approved them with a glance and a nod. There was paperwork to do, of course: taking the ladies out of the listings; changing their status; notifying sales. Sam handled all of that, working her usual red tape miracles. She reported back after the heavy lifting was finished. "The troops await your inspection," Sam reported with a faux-military salute. "One signature from you and they're officially not for sale." "At ease, corporal," I answered with a smirk returning her salute. "Corporal? And here I thought you were interested in my privates." I rolled my eyes. "That was painful. So, they're ready?" "Lined up and waiting," she reported. "Fine. What are their names?" "We have Cassandra, Isabel and Aine," she read from her clipboard and then handed me the listing. . "Got it ... Cassandra, Isabel ... A-I-N-E? That's an unusually spelling for Anya." "It's Gaelic," she explained. "So, what's the story with these ladies?" "Ah, I see Jojo has converted you." "He's got a point. Calling someone a used girl isn't exactly flattering." "There are a lot of ugly things about slavery, Ty. Even if you dress them up with euphemisms, the truth remains. Still, if you want to call me a lady I promise not to be offended." I cocked an eyebrow. "Jojo was right about one thing, Sam. You are dangerous." She batted her lashes and managed for just a second to look as innocent as a young spring lamb. She couldn't hold it for long. That 'Sam is a sinner' grin crept out in short order. "So they tell me." I want to make this perfectly clear. Running and managing one of the southwest's largest high-end slave dealerships is actually a lot of work. I had spent the whole morning and much of the afternoon trying to understand the ocean of paperwork that stands at the heart of the venerable institution of slavery. Every girl has to be properly trained, cared for, marketed and sold. Anything less constitutes inhuman treatment of slaves and can get your trader license revoked. It must sound odd, but in this modern civilized era, royal decree ensures that slaves are treated with some modicum of decency. The paperwork that documents their treatment follows those girls wherever they go. And it fills trucks. Literally. Electronic media had helped some, but not as much as it could. Slave trade law remains archaic, tradition-bound and poorly understood outside the industry. I bring this up only because I want you to understand that being a slave trader isn't just one magnificent draw-dropping moment after another. It isn't just me inspecting naked slave girls. It has it downsides. Honest. Gods of the inferno, Jojo had been right. Pretty utterly missed the mark. These lovelies beggared me of speech. I finally stopped staring long enough to find a few words. "At ease, ladies. I am Titus Rayburn, the new owner and manager of C.C.'s. We need office workers and years ago my father thought it would be a good idea to use slave labor instead of hiring. So, you are being given the opportunity to join staff. You would be working underneath Samantha here. You would no longer be for sale. "I know as your owner I could simply order you to do this. However, I prefer a motivated staff who wants to be here. Say the word and I'll send you back to the showroom floor. No questions. No punishment. No hard feelings. Any takers?" Deathly silence. I hadn't expected anyone to take me up on my offer. Who would be foolish enough to risk the showroom floor if they had a choice? It was possible you could end up with a nice master who expected little. But more likely, you wouldn't. "Glad to hear it. So, tell me a little about yourselves." The littlest spoke first, barely waiting for me to finish my sentence. This was Cassandra, a short spunky half-Vietnamese, half-Gallic girl with brown hair page boy cut and a tight athletic frame. She was the youngest of the three -- only nineteen and on paper, she seemed a bad fit for the job. 'Lively, fast paced, and ready for action.' Her brief bio actually used these words. Do those say clerk? Actually, none of those were the first thing that leapt in to my mind as I looked at her: cute. Maybe high energy would be even better. She almost vibrated when she talked, "I'm Cassandra but please everyone calls me Cassie. House Capulet. I arrived more than a year ago and was sold almost immediately to a total fucking deadbeat who couldn't make his payments. They repossessed me last week and I just yesterday got out of medical with a clean bill of health! Yay! And I would love to be an office girl for such a young, fucking smoking master." She smiled. She had said all that in about three seconds. "Right," I said. "I think you got the job." Had she just called me 'fucking smoking'? I puffed up a little. I had never really thought of myself as being a handsome guy. I'm okay, I guess. Medium build. Medium height. Medium brown hair. Medium everything really. In college I wasn't any of the things that had women prowling after you. I never had much interest in athletics. I know I'm in the minority here, but wrestling does nothing for me. I can appreciate its technical merits, and I know it's the damned national sport. But seriously? And I like watching chariot and gladiator matches as much as the next guy, but getting in the ring? No thanks. Even the classic Olympian events seemed daunting. I wasn't a bad runner, I guess. But to do it naked in front of cheering crowds? Ummm...again, no thanks. No athletic accolades, no noble titles, no real talent at oratory or acting. I was the quintessential quiet nerdy scholar banished to school steps and library cells. Maybe if they had known I was inheriting C.C.'s, I would have gotten more action. Money can be very sexy. But right now regardless of my personal insecurities, Cassie was checking me out like a slab of sirloin. It was more than a little flattering. I probably pondered this a little longer than decorum would normally have permitted before moving on. The second slave was older. Her file put her age at the dreaded forty. It was almost impossible to sell a pleasure slave over forty. At that age, female slaves are almost destined for domestic servitude if they were lucky or grueling factory work if they weren't. Either sells for a tiny fraction of what a high end pleasure slave commands. Definitely not our business. And yet the sales staff had kept her. Why? One glance gave immediate answer. Isabella was a classic beauty. Tall and stately, almost a marble statue breathed with life. Her bust size was impressive, natural and firm even compared to women a decade her junior. Her long black hair went to the middle of her back. A single shock-white stripe ran almost perfectly centered down her long flowing mane. Her countenance said wisdom and experience. Her figure, her physical presence and perfection, said goddess. Nothing about her said slave except that she was naked before me, tagged and collared. If most of the girls here were Venus, she was Athena. And she was old enough to be my mother. I've got to admit, I found her intimidating as hell. "Isabella, dominus. I'm a..." she paused almost painfully, "voluntary. I am glad to be spared the humiliation of the block. I will serve you faithfully if you give me the chance." How could I refuse her? "You will have that chance." She gave me a weak smile. She was proud. I saw it in her stance. I saw it in her eyes. This was agony. I tried not to dwell on it and moved on. The Family Business Ch. 02 The third slave was muscular, compact, short but lithe. She was fair-skinned, freckled all over, and nearly completely hairless. Her only hair was a short pixie bob of bright red hair. She sported a few tell-tale scars on her arms and back. It was those very flaws that would have sent her off-lot in just a few days if I hadn't grabbed her. "It says here you were a gladiatrix." "Aye, I was, sir, " she said in thick Hibernian brogue. "I fought in the southern league for three years. Won or tied every match. I was fucking headed to the big time, sir, Division fucking one! But then my ludus went under -- financial mismanagement or some such shite. They sold me and the rest of the girls off for practically nothing. I know fuck all about being a pleasure slave, sir. But I figured you might need a bodyguard." Jojo spoke up. "Mister Rayburne has adequate security, slave." Down, boy. "What I need is an office staff," I said. "Can you do that?" "Anything's better than being ass-fucked by horny old goats, sir." "Good to know," I said. Jojo had done a pretty good job, I decided then and there. Isabella and Aine were obviously smarter and better traveled than your average pleasure slave. Cassie -- that was more difficult to read. She tested well if you believed her scores and she might just be able to keep spirits high. Anyways, I gave the three one final glance and then took Samantha aside into a nearby conference room. "So what you do you think?" I asked putting up my feet. She shrugged. "They're better than the bimbo brigade. Isabella is actually pretty well spoken. Aine is bright if you can get past the fact she swears enough to make a sailor blush. Cassie I think I can get used to. Certainly they're better than any of the other candidates. They'll do." "Good. If you have problems with any of them, let me know and we'll see about getting replacements." She nodded. "That's very generous of you, Ty." "Generous? More enlightened self-interest. I need this office running smoothly, Sam. You know, this is not a job I wanted. My father gave me C.C.'s as a surprise graduation present. Can you believe it?" "Nothing your father did surprises me. He has a mad impulsive streak about him." I laughed. "True enough. C.C.'s may have not been my dream, but now that I've got it, it's a point of family pride to have it succeed. You're part of that now. You are my office manager as well as my..." I trailed off. "Personal assistant?" she offered. "Exactly. I know you can do this." She smiled. "Thanks for the confidence, Ty. Question -- are these company girls or do you want to assume personal ownership?" I considered. "Leave them company girls for now. I kind of like the idea that you're my only slave." Sam rolled her eyes but then betrayed a wicked little smile. "What a romantic." She looked then so beautiful, so radiant -- a faint flush against her perfect skin. I thought I might never be able to take my eyes off of her. But duty called. "Back to the grindstone. Oh, do you still want to go shopping tonight for office uniforms?" "As you wish, Ty." "Tonight it is, then. We should take the girls with us. Get you all fitted together," I said. "Sounds like a date." I laughed. "It sounds more like an expedition." ... There are scores of worse ways to enter a room than with four naked slave girls following close behind you. I walked into the House of Erato with my cadre in tow. The establishment displayed slave garb of all sorts ranging from the drab and durable to exotic harnesses and designer domination gear. I walked past the classic marble of the house's namesake muse and the giant placard which read "For the demanding dominus, listen to your muse." The obligatory soft cithara music played in the background as I took in the enormity and variety offered here. I had been here before, of course, but always as a kid being dragged by my dad during his errands. I got not three steps in when a sales person wearing a name tag which read "Hello, my name is Veronius" appeared in front of me. "Good day, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" he chimed. Veronius was a handsome enough gentleman dressed all in black sporting a warm and practiced smile. I had only been at C.C.'s two days, but I still had enough experience to recognize Veronius as exactly what he was -- a hungry salesman. Veronius could smell blood in the water. We weren't here to shop. We were here to buy and that made us exactly the sort of Veronius wanted to know better. I made his day by saying, "Actually, yes. These ladies need four matching wardrobes. Something fairly high end -- professional, presentable. Can you help us with that?" Veronius kept his smile. Samantha leaned over and whispered something in the salesman's ear. I didn't catch it and it couldn't have been more than two or three words. Whatever it was, it worked immediately. Explosively. "Absolutely, dominus." Veronius clapped only once and the House of Erato was instantly at my disposal. We weren't serviced out on the showroom floor. We got the private room in the back. Slaves, servitors and Veronius himself swirled around me in a maelstrom of modeling and marketing. Myself I took a seat. I simply sat there and over the next two hours watched my own personal little fashion show. I rarely spoke as outfit after outfit was paraded before me. When I did speak, it was usually in short succinct judgments. "Not bad." "No." "Perhaps." "Do you actually like that?" "I don't think so." "Maybe." "Perfect!" That was almost my entire contribution to the proceedings. I was out of my element and I knew it. Samantha and Veronius never stopped -- a fracas of fabric, faultfinding and flattery. "Oh, this won't do at all. Its positively frumpy. What is this? Hazarat?" "Donatella. Frumpy? I think the green really brings out your eyes." Finally Isabella could tolerate silence no longer. "Do you have anything from Justinian? I always had good luck with him." Veronius smiled. "Oh, yes. And with your figure, madam, you can carry it off. Antony, fetch the Justinian summer and winter rack!" So Isabella joined the fray after a only a few minutes of nervous uncertainty. It turned out my older slave knew a lot about fashion. Most of what they said was arcane to me. "I was looking for something a little closer cut. You know -- less Carden, more Monte Joy. Not risqué but revealing. Do you have any Bello?" "Bello is so played, my dear. Marcosa is where all the action in halters is at." "This isn't bad but do you have it in Cerulean?" "Cerulean -- with your palette? I think we should veer towards burgundy." "Do you think so? I don't know. Ty, what do you think?" My name. I heard my name. "Not bad," I remarked. "We can do better than that!" And they were off again. The experience was far from unpleasant. The four slaves had been marched in quite naked. Modesty in the private room would have thus been absurd. So, for me, I basically spent roughly the duration of a movie watching four attractive women try on lingerie and the like. I've been to movies a lot worse. In time, Cassie also became caught up in the energy of the moment and happily bounced around. She knew nothing about designer clothes but she did try her absolute best to be sexy while modeling what was offered. She largely succeeded. I spent a fair percentage of the viewing... well, let's say I was firmly interested. Only Aine never got into the swing. The red-head did as she was told. She even liked some of the clothing. But there was no love for the proceedings. She spent the whole affair ready to leave. In the end, I probably spent more than I should've. Dad's "walking around money" mostly walked away that night. I could probably get reimbursed for most of it. I caught myself with that thought. Probably reimbursed? It's laughable really. Of course I could get reimbursed. My business. My money. These were expenses for company girls after all. I could almost justify it. Owner, I reminded myself. I owned C.C.'s. I didn't work for my dad. Still, I'll confess that this sort of excess made me feel more than a little guilty. I must be careful. It would be easy to fritter away what had been given me. Regardless, tonight I was celebrating and this seemed fitting. Today had been the day I had finally calculated my present income. My college friends had been right -- I was loaded. I'm paid strictly on a percentage of sales and exact revenues vary by season, of course. But I could reliably assume I'll be making at least five million denarii this year and maybe as much as seven. Assuming I save only half, I'll be a millionaire in four months. In two or three years, if I'm prudent with my earnings, I'll be among the wealthiest men in Cythera City. This is why I skipped lunch. I had to be sure my figures were correct. Honestly, I had never known just how rich we were. Father was frugal almost to a fault. He kept me poor in college because he did believe it built character. He was probably right. So tonight I indulged myself. I have no complaints. This was a bargain. What I got for my money was attire for my four ladies. The outfits ranged the gamut from sexy professional to daring formal wear. There were notes of practicality as well -- cold weather clothing and the like. And if the whole leaned a little more to skin-tight leather, well, I'm only flesh and blood. After our shopping excursion, we all went to dinner together -- a nice little continental cafe. I learned that Isabella could speak Gallic and really knew her wine. She guided me through the maze of Madeira, Pinot Noir and Cabernet. But mostly tonight, I listened as my four recent acquisitions chatted about their own acquisitions. Afterwards I returned Isabella, Aine and Cassie back to the guest rooms. Their almost empty cells were now festooned with wardrobe hangers and shopping bags. I said my good nights and received a sweet little peck on the cheek from Cassie. It was once more late when Sam and I arrived back to my motel room. If the room had ever seen an adequate place to live, now with all of Sam's new wardrobe filling the closet and draped over the table and dresser, its faults were only highlighted. Gods, I should buy a house. I was more than a little lost in my own thoughts when Sam brought me back to the present. She kissed me. Not a playful little peck. Not a nibble on the ear. Not a quick touch of lips. No, I mean she kissed me. She entwined with me. She pressed herself against me. Her lips were red and ravenous. I could still taste a hint of cabernet and chocolate. I answered her kiss and I feasted. We stayed locked together until finally we fell upon the bed in a tangled mess. Sam was clothed of course and that was entirely my fault. I began to undo buttons one by one from her elegant wine-colored blouse. There was irony here. I had seen her nude all day, but still as each button released it was like a moment of discovery. She undressed me as well: buttons gave way, clasps were freed, buckles undone. Soon there was nothing between us -- nothing except her collar. I paused only to take in the sight of her. My head swam and not from the few glasses of wine downed earlier in the distant café. She was a vision of loveliness. She was a goddess of desire. My cock was rock hard and I was intent upon taking her. Instead of allowing that, she instead took charge positioning me just as I was needed and I was eager to obey. I lay upon the bed as she straddled me. Her sex was placed within easy reach of my mouth. I could smell its musk, see the first traces of dew and pink as her orchid began to bloom. Just at that moment, as I stared almost hypnotized at her sex, I felt her take my own into her mouth. That was all the instruction I needed. I began to return the favor and soon my entire world contracted down to two almost overwhelming sensations -- Sam sucking my cock and I tasting her cunt. I licked and nibbled everything before me. Soon her clit emerged from its little hood and stood almost erect. I directed my full attention to it earning me a cock-muffled moan. Her work on my sex was a work of art -- an expert combination of pressure, patience and precision. I must have seemed a clumsy rank amateur by comparison. I could see few details of her craft, but I could feel its unmistakable effects. I was hard as fucking steel. I knew I wouldn't last long and I had already fed her my cum once today. Her mouth was not where I wanted to release. I was so close, if she didn't stop I was going to... She did. She paused at the perfect moment. "I don't think my mouth is what the dominus wants tonight," she said in a low sultry growl. Gods, could this enchantress read my mind? She mounted me taking her new position slowly, gracefully, giving me just a moment to pull back from orgasm's immediate and inevitable edge. She faced me and during every moment of what was to come she kept her eyes locked on mine. They blazed like emeralds bathed in the fires of whatever Plutonian foundry had forged them eons ago. On top, the slave took control and she used her position of superiority to great effect. She directed my still rock-hard member into her slick sex. I entered her easily, feeling then as if that was exactly where I belonged. Her movements at first were slow and luxurious. She raised and lowered against me delicately and deliberately. She did all the work and I only watched afraid that if I moved even a muscle this feast would end entirely too soon. We had already fucked the night before. This was something else. This was love making. I confess that the sight of my cock slowly disappearing into Samantha would be a snapshot in my mind's eye that I would forever savor. Purposefully, she increased her speed. She did not simply push up and down on me, instead she undulated on my member. She writhed and danced upon my cock. Her motions were a melody, a song in celebration of sex, and I was honored to be an instrument in her orchestra. With every passing heart beat, the tempo and momentum increased. With every passing moment, her movements became faster and faster. This was no desperate dance. This was carefully calculated art. I could keep still no longer. I began to try for my poor part to match her rhythm. I grabbed her hips and found what leverage I could atop this motel bed to answer every movement and thrust. She led the dance and I remained eager to follow. It was work now and the slick sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. Her face glowed with this glorious exertion. She began to breathe in and out and with every inhalation her breasts shuddered and shifted. Her hairless sex ground against the rough tangle around my cock's stem. She found a furious rhythm and she kept it. I breathed deep. I could not last. The sensual onslaught of it all along my shaft was simply too much. I was enflamed with need. I burned! Gods, I was either going to come or explode! There was nothing to turn aside this now. And who would want to? I wanted to give her this. It seemed a small thing in comparison to all that she had given me. She startled me when she spoke in the midst of her exertions. "Oh, dominus, I'm going to..." Her face flushed bright red. Was she coming? Were we really coming together? Wasn't that something that happened only in two denarii pulp porn? Life gives us a few perfect moments. Could this be one of them? Regardless, we did. Together we had started and together we arrived. I came. No, I erupted! I sprayed my seed into her as hard. I stabbed deep into her warm depths and released all that I had. I closed my eyes and it seemed my entire body seized. How long did this moment last? How long is the second of orgasm? It couldn't have been more than a heart beat. Or was it an hour? A day? A life age of this good earth? I had started this day drifting out of the world of dreams. And now it would seem, I would end it drifting back. I have no doubt that at some point that night we stopped having sex. There must have been a moment. At some point we decoupled and cradled each other. Someone pulled a sheet over us. Perhaps we even said a few words -- sweet nothings about how wonderful it all had been. Did I tell my slave that I loved her? Did she only smile? I am certain these moments must have been real. But honestly I have no certain memory. Instead, all I remembered was soft light, joyous warmth and her next to me. The Family Business Ch. 03 My first week at the family business soon fell into an exhausting but pleasant pattern -- wake up; blowjob; breakfast; work all damn day; skip lunch; dinner; fuck Sam; sleep. Learning the slave trade on the job was like drinking from a firehose -- too damn much too damn fast. Twenty seven centuries of accumulated Imperial law combined with constant modern controversy and revision did not breed simplicity. That said, I wouldn't trade my situation for all the stars in the sky or a seat on sacred Olympus. Dad, damnably hard as it was to admit, had been right. This was in my blood. How could I turn back now? Still, I was getting ragged by week's end. Samantha, my constant companion, also seemed to thrive in her own inscrutable way. My dark haired beauty was no longer a forgotten naked slave girl chained to an unending paperwork mill. Instead she had transformed almost over night into an office manager and the owner's favorite. She had a glow about her that was undeniable. My sphinx said little but I sensed she was pleased. She filled her new office dress well and, though it varied from day to day in details, it was always about the same. She was topped by a black double-breasted six-button blazer or perhaps a tight sweater but never a bra beneath. My nudity-conditioned slave girl had managed to adapt to all sorts of clothing -- just not that. Sam was not a particularly buxom woman but what she did have, she flaunted well. Below the top she sported a matching form-fitting mini-skirt that did little to hide the brief black thong beneath. She kept her long gloves and patent leather high black boots that she had worn the day I met her. And of course, her collar -- the perpetual and persistent reminder that she was mine. By the House of Erato's standards the ensemble was rather tame covering her almost completely below the neck. By any sane standard, Sam's uniform was enough to break hearts and steal breaths. Certainly both were done to me. The week pushed on without interruption until I had two unexpected visitors stop by and casually complicate my life. The first was the Queen Shark herself, Desiree Romanov, my sales manager. She arrived just before what should have been the lunch hour on the last day of the work week -- Vensday -- the day of Venus. As I noticed her approach, it happened that for a moment both Sam and Desiree were almost side by side. I couldn't help but compare them. They were both attractive, certainly, but in so many ways they were polar opposites. The simplest difference was hair color -- Desiree's straight platinum blonde and Sam's curled raven black. Build also separated -- Germanic vivaciousness versus Gallic suppleness. Desiree was free-born and had never known a slave's collar. Sam was born into slavery and raised in House DeMornay -- destined since birth for the block. Sam was a green-eyed sphinx -- elegant and enigmatic. I could never truly know what she was thinking or how she really felt about me. Desiree was a blue-eyed lioness. I didn't have to guess long what she wanted. "You, Mister Rayburn,..." she remarked as she leaned on my desk like she owned it, "...have done pretty well for your first week. I saw the restock order you filed. Solid." "Thanks." "We've had a good week. I think that's quelled a lot of fears about the new boss," she said with a toothy grin. I laughed a little. "Good to hear I guess." She shrugged. "Better than the alternative. I've a couple of special orders I want to add, by the way. I've a lead on placing some high end Nubians." "No problem, Miss Romanov. Just get it to Sam by the end of the day and I'll add it to the order." She cocked an eyebrow. "Miss Romanov? Please, Ty. My slaves call me Miss Romanov. You can call me Desiree." "Desiree. Sure," I answered as casually as I could. I had grown more accustomed to my Queen Shark over the course of the week, but there was still something fundamentally terrifying and predatory about her. "You'll have my order by three. There's one more thing, Ty. Any plans for the weekend?" "Plans? Uh..." was all I could muster. "Dear Carl really tossed you into the fire, didn't he? No friends, no connections... I can help, Ty. I'm having a dinner party Saturday at my villa. Nothing too formal, just a celebration of the ides of June. I'll be sacrificing a bull and peacock to honor Juno Regina, my patron goddess. And if you care to meet the crème de la crème of Cythera City's slave trade, they'll all be there. I know they're all anxious to meet the great Carl Rayburn's boy. It would break my heart if you didn't come." I was unsure what to make of the invitation. Was the Queen Shark actually being nice to me? "Sure. Why not?" I heard myself say. "Excellent. Here's my address," she said handing me a folded bit of parchment. "See you there, Ty. Oh, and if you want, you can bring your pretty little slave. After all, there will be entertainment." I was unsure what she meant. She was gone leaving only a memory of her shark-tooth smile and the invitation. Nothing too formal, eh? The carefully folded sepia parchment adorned with gold calligraphy and old Imperial script seemed to suggest otherwise. What had I just agreed to do? But then the real devastation came at the end of the parchment from a single little word: "togati". Literally, the word meant 'the people of the toga' -- an ancient description of the citizens of the Eternal and Imperial City. But what it actually meant was that I needed a formal toga -- tomorrow! Togas. Gods in heaven, how I despised all the formality and folderol of togas. One of the blessings of the life of a college student was the lack of toga parties. Welcome to the real world, Ty. That's all changed. It would have been easy to panic. Fortunately, the mountain of work I had ahead of me helped. I decided I would panic about this later and got back to attacking the mountain with my tiny little shovel. I was deep into the paperwork piles when my second complexity much more meekly approached my desk. "A question, Mister Ty?" The voice startled me and I almost knocked over my coffee. "Yes, of course, Cassie," I answered regaining some fraction of my composure. She was looking straight at me with her pretty hazel eyes. She wasn't wearing the usual office uniform. She had left the jacket I had bought her at Erato's back at her desk and so she was topless. That's right. I had been so deeply absorbed in pencil-pushing and paperwork that a nearly naked girl had crept up on me. In college, they called that focus. "I don't want to be a corporate slave. I want to be your slave. What do I have to do to be yours?" The question took me off guard and I could do was laugh. "Right now, I've only one slave. That's Sam and ... well..." She's enough. I didn't say it, but I thought it loudly. Wait ... she's enough? One woman is enough? Is this what it feels like to be in l... Cassie interrupted my train of thought. "I understand, Mister Ty. She's your favored concubine. I know that. But a man of your power and importance should have more than one. I like working in the office, Mister Ty, but I also want to serve you..." she paused leaning over and whispering in my ear. "...more directly." There is no point in lying here. Having this petit vixen offering herself to me had an immediate effect. I shifted in my chair hoping to conceal the tent I was pitching. My efforts were an immediate failure and in true Cassie-style frankness, she had something to say about it. "Oh, Mister Ty, are you excited by me?" She seemed almost giddy. I cleared my throat. "Well, I think anyone ... anyone male anyways ... would be ..." Gods, did this sound as awkward as it felt saying it? "Mister Ty, there's no need to conceal your hard-on from me. A slave should be flattered when her master finds her exciting." She slid under my desk, neatly folding her petit form to fit easily in the space between my legs. "I've ten minutes left of my break. Please, Mister Ty, all I really want for lunch is your cum." She pulled the zipper of my pants slowly and as the teeth parted, she looked up into my eyes and smiled an impish mischievous grin. At that moment anything resembling resistance fled from me as fast as my breath as she gave my cock a single gentle kiss and then took me into her mouth. I looked around anxious. The immediate office area was abandoned thanks to the lunch break. Even Sam was gone down into the records room photocopying licenses. Cassie had timed her approach well. Sure. Why not? I leaned back and let the girl work. She was more eager than expert. I'm not claiming to be any great connoisseur of oral sex. In my twenty-two year long life, I've had a woman go down on me (counting this one) exactly nine times. Yes, I have been counting. And five of those times had been this week. That said, I know what I like and I'd already grown accustomed to Sam's gentle morning interludes. Honestly, she was the best damned alarm clock ever. This was nothing like Sam. Instead Cassie was fast and frenetic. She devoured my cock, eagerly pumping and sucking. It was an assault of sensation. She grabbed my waist to increase her traction and continued to increase her speed. My breathing became ragged and I let out a low moan of desire. Just when I thought she could work my cock no faster, this hyper little bundle of sex and energy did exactly that. Her mouth was a piston of pleasure upon me. Technique? Subtlety? Those were not Cassie's concern. Her only interest seemed to be working my cock as fast and hard as she could. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling. So good. So very good. She didn't stop. She didn't even slow down. She kept up her work, pumping me again and again. I didn't last long. She had asked for this and right now all I could think about was giving it to her. I seized her, at last stopping her frenzy, and then in one ecstatic spasm I came. I know intellectually that the average amount of ejaculate is something like half a teaspoon. See, I learned something in college. But right now it felt like I was drowning the little slave girl in gallons of my cum. Eventually I relaxed and let go of her. She didn't cough or wheeze or gasp instead she simply pulled away from me and looked up dreamily into my half-open eyes. She opened her mouth and showed me her tongue glazed white with my released. And then she closed and swallowed. She neatly tucked my member back into my underwear and refastened my pants, only pausing to give me a playful squeeze. She stood up still topless and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I knew you'd be yummy, Mister Ty. Got to get back to work." She skipped away like a school girl. The very first though that went through my head was "Had I just cheated on Sam?" ... The rest of the day was long uneventful drudgery. I'd tell you more about it, but it was boring enough to live through it, yet alone to replay it one more time. It was almost eight o' clock in the evening when Sam finally came over to my desk and reminded me of the time. The rest of the office was already quiet and dark. The girls had gone to the guest rooms hours ago. Most of the sales staff had also departed though a few stalwarts still manned the sluggish sales floor below. "Time to go, Ty," Sam remarked with her usual wicked smirk. "Don't worry. It'll all be here Monday." I nodded. "You're right. Gods, look at the time." I paused and swallowed hard. I had to tell her. I needed to get this off my chest. "I've something I really need to tell you," I said suddenly very nervous. "Cassie, at lunch, she..." "Went down on you," said Sam matter-of-factly. "Yes, I know." "You knew?" "I came up from records needing your seal and saw you two playing around. I just came back later." "Ah. And you're not upset?" Sam cocked her head. "Why would I be upset? It's not the best idea to play at the office. You risk getting caught and, to be frank, it's not very professional. However, you're not the first owner of Carl's I've walked in on. Let's just say, like father, like son." That took me back. "Really?" "In that very chair you're sitting in," she said with a smirk. I stood up rather abruptly. "Wow." "Wow, indeed. Did you enjoy her?" I swallowed hard. "It was ... good." "Then you should take her home with us. You can have time to more properly play with your new pet." "You...wouldn't mind?" "Would I mind?" she barely stifled a laugh. "Titus Rayburn, you remain the weirdest master I have ever encountered. If you wish it, Ty -- no, of course I wouldn't mind. She is rather cute. Now, let's get dinner. I'm famished." "Absolutely," I answered. "There is one other thing -- I need a formal dress toga in less than twenty four hours." I smiled weakly. ... We arrived back to the motel just a few minutes shy of midnight. The three of us were well fed and I had a brand new fitted toga set to be delivered tomorrow. All in all it had been a good night. I know what was supposed to come next -- a hot three-way with my two slave girls. Honestly, I was too fried to even contemplate sex. Instead, we uncorked a bottle of wine we had picked up at a neighborhood bottle shop right beside the pizzeria where we'd dined. Three ways could wait. What sounded good now was a nice taste of vino. With a pleasing pop the bottle opened. The cork had the Pegasus on it that marked it as an authentic Toscana wine. It was also covered with a cryptic wax seal pressed with DOCG and mysterious names etched into the glass like 'Brunello di Montalcino'. Even as I smelled it, I could tell the shop owner's recommendation had been a worthy one. It was smooth and dark -- full of the perfume of chocolate, leather and raspberries. The box holding the thin-stemmed lead crystal glassware held four delicate goblets and I filled three of them. Cassie took a sip immediately after I handed her a glass and smiled, "Yummy!" "You should really let it breathe for a minute," remarked Sam slowly swirling her cup as she reclined upon the motel's small couch. "It'll really open up in a few minutes." "It's nice already," I said all the while breathing in its heady vapor. "Guys, this is so great!" bubbled Cassie who continued to sip her wine regardless of Sam's instruction. "My last owner -- Mickey -- gods, he drank nothing but cheap light beer and he got real pissed if you touched it!" "Sounds like a real renaissance man," Sam said. "As if. Is there anything worse than being owned by white trash? I have no idea how we got his credit approved. I'm just glad I got repossessed before he knocked me up or one of his creepy friends gave me VD." Cassie visibly shuddered. "Knocked you up? Aren't you fixed?" asked Sam. "Just Reces," she shrugged. This I had heard of. Reces (rhymes with pieces) -- short for reversible chemical sterilization -- the wonder breakthrough of twenty seventh century pharmacology. One very expensive injection sterilizes someone for five years or until they receive the counter-agent. I have no idea how it works and if I did doubtless some goon from big pharma would show up and beat me senseless -- very cutting edge, very black box, very lucrative. I'm told it has no side effects but I note it's only commonly administered to slaves. "Yeah, me too," said Sam with a sigh. "I got my booster a couple of years ago." "Anyways," continued Cassie keeping her effervescent smile, "I'm glad to be back at C.C.'s." "I have a question for you two girls. Correct me, if I'm wrong, but you were raised in Gallia, right?" I said to Samantha. "Oui! House Demornay's chateau is near the mustard capitol of the world -- Dijon," Sam answered. "And you were raised in Brittania?" "House Capulet is not far from Shakespeare's hometown of Stratford-upon-Avon," said Cassie with a nod. "Neither of you have any trace of an accent. How's that possible?" It was Sam of course who had the answer. "In Demornay, and I assume this is true in Capulet, girls are picked for the lucrative American market at age fourteen or so and trained to speak like a native. It's believed to help with salability. There are Houses that don't bother. Most Asian girls speak English with an accent." She shrugged. "I know it often seems like slave girls are just brainless sex toys, but the truth is we're highly engineered luxury goods." "Oh my gods, Sam!" laughed Cassie. "You sound exactly like my house mother. She was Gallic too -- Madam Jareaux. 'Yew must be ze fantasy zat ze buyer craves.'" She giggled and finished her first glass of wine and silently pleaded for another. I was happy to provide. "Okay, I take it back. Some of us aren't brainless sex toys," said Sam with a smirk. Cassie answered the playful snipe by sticking out her tongue and then taking another sip of wine. We sat in the motel room and chatted late into the night. The first bottle was soon empty and a second and third would follow its fate fast enough. We talked and laughed and lied about a dozen different things. There was no sex or even any overt talk of it. Instead, I just got to know these two young women that the fates had seen fit to put into my life. Sam had an acerbic wit about her but it became clear enough that she liked Cassie almost like a little sister. No, that's wrong -- not a sister. Cassie was Sam's kitten -- a prized pet she like to play with and tease. Cassie, on the other hand, just seemed to like everyone. Except Mickey, her previous owner. What had that bastard done to her? The closest we came to anything sexual that night was after a few more drinks when little Cassie, flushed and frivolous from her wine, ended up with her head snuggled in Sam's lap. Cassie looked up at my green-eyed sphinx and said dreamily, "You're so pretty," shortly before drifting off. I resolved then and there that Cassie would get her wish. I would have her for my own. And what about Sam? About Sam I was lost in doubt and uncertainty. As I watched her gently stroke Cassie's mop of brown hair and listened as she talked intelligently about everything from wine to work and music and theater, I began to understand what she truly was. Sam was a twenty seventh century courtesan -- a muse of the modern day. She should have been lounging in the courts of kings, entertaining and inspiring royalty with her wry wit and wicked smiles, while dressed in Shanghai silks and the lustrous emeralds of old Persia. Instead, somehow she had drifted to me. How brightly must Fortuna smile to deliver such a precious gift? I became certain that night that I loved her. But I was also certain that I had no way of knowing if her feelings towards me were genuine or simply the well practiced art of this capable courtesan. Of course she would tell me that she loved me if I would only ask. She would no doubt carry this so-called romance as far as I required of her. But in heart, would I truly be her love or would I simply be the monster that ensured she would always be a slave? There was only one way to find the truth. All I must do was free her and see if she would return of her own free will. I was equally certain that this was a risk I could never take. ... We slept in the next day. It was well past noon before any of us stirred. I got out of bed first, stretched and then realized I hadn't brushed my teeth last night. Something had crawled in there and died. I walked over to the motel's efficient little bathroom and took care of the essentials -- shit, shower and a shave. I emerged from the shower and heard a slight moan from outside the bathroom. Curious, I went to investigate. I emerged from the steamy bath to see Sam between Cassie's legs luxuriously licking her kitten's sex as the petite little vixen moaned and writhed under my courtesan's gentle feminine attention. Sam paused from her work only long enough to say, in a low throaty sexy whisper, "She's almost ready for you, dominus." The Family Business Ch. 03 And with those few words, I was ready too. I took a seat on a nearby chair finding a strategic vantage to witness the Sapphic splendor before me. Sam ran her nails across Cassie's taut stomach awakening nerves and sending the little vixen further and further into the depths of pleasure. Sam played Cassie like a violin tuning her tight, stroking her carefully and then releasing symphonies of sighs and moans. Sam continued to lick and lavish attention upon Cassie's shaven cunt. The tiny girl's sex had before been a neat orchid, but now it bloomed. Pink depths wet with dew unfolded. Sam sampled the nectar and eagerly sought more. I'll admit that for a moment, there was a twinge of jealously at seeing Sam playing with someone else. Even though she had only been mine for less than week, that made the sting no less immediate, no less real. But the tiny passing murmur of my heart was soon entirely overwhelmed by the intense sexuality of the moment. I had seen displays like this before of course at Bacchanalias and pornography. But I had always been an observer, a tolerated outsider far at the fringes of such spectacles. Now, I was a few feet away and these two gorgeous creatures worked themselves into a frenzy of lust. I could smell the sex. I felt blood flowing, need rising, fire beneath my skin. Eros' arrow struck me hard and soon my cock was at full attention. I let the girls play uninterrupted for now but there was no doubt, inflamed as I was, that soon I would be fucking someone. Sam clearly sensed my need and worked to ensure that I didn't have to wait long. She guided Cassie to a gentle, oral orgasm. The little kitten trembled and quaked on the bed. "Oh, domina," she whispered. Had Cassie just called Sam her mistress? Of course, it was nothing official or binding. This was just play, but still it was an interesting development. If Sam noticed the title, she said nothing. Instead my courtesan raised her head and pronounced, "Dominus, this little slut is ready." Sam continued to be in charge of the scene and positioned Cassie on all fours, her delicate cunt presented for me. Sam took her place at the headboard of the bed and pressed the love-drunk Cassie's face into her own sex. Cassie began to lick and mew like a desperate little kitten eager for its cream. I rose and approached the tangled mass of panting, mewling female flesh. Cassie was right on the edge of the bed and at the perfect angle to accept my cock. I denied her no longer and pushed myself deep within her velvety depths, taking her from behind. For a moment I did not move instead savoring the feeling of this new conquest. Sam had done her work well. Cassie was slick with desire. Still, she was so exquisitely tight that as I penetrated her I feared this must be painful. If it was, Cassie showed no sign of agony. Instead she cried out, "Oh, gods, yes! Dominus, make my pussy yours!" That was more than enough to get me moving. I began to slowly move in and out of her. I found a slow rhythm. I'm aware that on the scale of such things, I have an average sized member. Certainly, I am nowhere near the horse-cocks I have seen on professionals. But inside this tiny porcelain doll, I felt like I was a foot long at least. Cassie for her part was torn between two goals. She tried to grind against me all the while furiously continuing to lap at Sam's sex. Distracted as I was by my dick buried to the hilt in Cassie's cunt, I can make no commentary on the kitten's expertise. All I can say is that my courtesan wore only her wicked grin and stared deep into my eyes with those fiery emeralds of hers burning with dark magic. Further, what I can say with certainty is that her grinding and the molten velvet of her sex was pushing me closer and closer towards my climax. I tried something new this Saturday morning. I tried holding back. Instead of immediately building towards a crescendo and releasing furiously into Cassie, I took it slow. Yes, I was fucking her -- but gently. I focused on Sam for a moment. I listened and heard her soft moan at every touch of Cassie's tongue. I watched and saw that my every stroke sent a ripple through Cassie and into Sam causing the slight tremor in her exposed bosom. I breathed and I took in the heady must of our three way love-making. My patience paid off and I extended this moment of glorious union. But there came a point after what seemed like an eternity that patience failed. I grabbed Cassie by the hips and began to ram her for all I was worth. I covered the tiny slave girl with my mass and drove her into the motel bed sheets. Again and again I impaled her with my cock. I pressed her into the bed with all the might I could muster. Every stab sent ripples through the taut flesh of her beautiful ass. Cassie whimpered and I heard a constant little refrain of "Yes, yes, yes..." coming from her. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could muster. I began to sweat, heavy drops of perspiration falling like rain on her back. I pushed and pushed. She no longer paid any attention to Sam. I demanded focus with every thrust. Sam for her part didn't seem to mind. She cheered me on, "Oh, yes, dominus! Fuck her. She is ready for your cum." She didn't have to wait long. A few more eager thrusts and I came. Gods, I came! Like a freight train I arrived and I sprayed my seed deep within her. I didn't let me initial release stop me. It was testimony to how turned on I was that I continued to fuck her. I emptied myself into her. I poured myself into her. I gave her everything I could muster. I came and it was glorious. As I regained some modicum of sense, my first thought was "Did I break her?" But Cassie rolled over sporting a huge grin. There was cum leaking out of her cunt as she smiled at me. She remained bubbly as ever as she spoke, "Oh, Mister Ty, you really know how to fuck! Can you ... can you do it again?" I laughed. "You're insatiable, kitten." "Yep!" she answered. I was aglow with the aftermath of my orgasm. I reclined back in the motel's easy chair and took a deep breath. "Just a few minutes." My tumescent member seemed to agree with taking a break. Samantha on the other hand moved gently behind Cassie, cuddling her kitten in her arms amidst the disheveled bed spread. "He'll be ready all the sooner if we show him the right inspiration," Sam whispered as she began to nibble at Cassie's ears. Cassie simply purred at the attention. I watched intently as my courtesan petted and played with her kitten. Sam's hands were everywhere across Cassie's compact form. She fondled the kitten's breasts, gently pinching her nipples and tracing her fingertips across the awakened buds. She was slow and meticulous in her exploration of the little slave girl. Every inch of skin was gently and systematically teased and touched. Such patience! Finally, Sam spread her legs and lured the lithe little kitten to her cunt. "Make me come," she commanded and Cassie happily began to lick at her sex once more. It occurred to me as I watched my courtesan slowly melt Cassie into a puddle of pleasure that I wasn't sure if Samantha had achieved orgasm yet. Almost certainly not. It seemed now, the two slave girls were working to correct that. Sam thrust herself into Cassie's eager mouth and closed her eyes. Cassie lapped at the already wet sex splayed before her. She nibbled oh so delicately at the tiny little bud that had finally emerged from its hood. Cassie's tongue danced around Sam's inflamed cunt. The kitten was just as relentless and eager in devouring Sam's sex as she had been on my cock the day before. Keep her? No doubt there! Cassie's labors at last came to fruition. Sam shuddered and shook and almost screamed, "Gods! Fuck!" She twitched and grabbed the kitten's head pushing Cassie still further into her sex. Cassie needed little encouragement still lavishing attention on the orgasmic slave girl. I watched Sam then as intently as I've ever watched anything. It was revealed to me in the moment of her climax how much my raven-tressed courtesan seemed like a goddess. She was Venus Cytherea, the eternally beautiful -- her white flesh flushed with crimson ardor. She collapsed upon the bed and finally her and Cassie parted. I though then for a moment the session was over. Certainly I was well satisfied even if I was once more hardening. Instead, Sam did something then I did not expect. She caught her breath only for a moment and then reached over the bed's edge for her black duffle bag that held her few possessions. She produced from within a small silver tube. She squeezed out a line of nearly transparent gel along the length of her index finger. She smiled wickedly at the little kitten and then at me. "See, he just needed inspiration," she said gazing into my eyes with her burning emeralds. "Now, he enjoyed your pussy well enough. Let's see how dominus enjoys your ass." With that, Sam plunged the lube-coated finger deep into Cassie. Sam twirled her finger about, coating the little kitten's nether portal with the shining grease. Cassie gasped at the initial intrusion but then returned to purring. I watched wide-eyed. This was new ground for me. I had seen such sex, of course, but had never participated. Certainly none of my few female liaisons had ever volunteered. There had been a very nice handsome senior (what was his name -- Lacitus, that's it) that had flirted with me relentlessly my first year of business school. He was full of talk about the manly art of love. He even wrote a flattering if incompetent poem about me, wherein my bottom played an almost terrifying large role. Still, I was single and homesick and I'll admit he tempted me. But if I had little time for women in college, I had no time for men. Now, I was rock hard again. I approached the kneeling slave girl, her lubricated ass presented for my pleasure. "Oh, dominus," moaned Cassie, "Please take my ass. Tell me, am I your slave?" "Now and forever, kitten," I said. And then I plunged myself into her. I was new at this and honestly, I probably should have gone a little slower. She was so tight! It was like a vice grip held my cock. I grunted. I'll not lie, her tight ass was actually a little painful for me. But as she relaxed so did I and the feeling quickly went from excruciating to exquisite. Cassie cried out. "So big!" I paused uncertain if I was hurting her. "Are you okay?" "Oh, yes, dominus. Just...take it slowly." And I did. For a while I didn't move, merely savoring the feeling of being inside her. I couldn't believe how amazing this felt and I hadn't even began to move! Finally, I worked up enough courage to attempt one slow movement within her. I heard her sigh and whimper. That was enough to prompt me to try another. The feelings down the length of my cock were almost overwhelming. The intensity, the tightness of Cassie's ass was indescribable. Suffice to say, except perhaps for coming in unison with Sam earlier this week, this immediately topped my list of favorite sexual experiences. I continued slowly and patiently, relishing what she had given me so far, but wanting to try and push her just a little farther. With time, she began to relax and the once intense resistance disappeared. The lube was doing its job, easing the friction between us to almost nothing. I increased my speed, slowly at first but then with every successive stroke finding more and more confidence. Faster I pierced her again and again. I was working now, pushing inside her, pounding her beautiful rear. Every thrust was a new height of pleasure. Every breath a new pinnacle of joy. I had been so distracted by this new experience, that I had entirely forgotten about Sam. I looked up and saw her now. She was playing with herself, gently frigging her own sex, as she watched Cassie and I fuck with an almost savage intensity. Our eyes met and I wanted to say something. I wanted to confess to her my undying love. Was it strange, while I was buried all the way to the hilt inside the ass of another slave, that all I wanted to do was tell her how I really felt? "I love..." I began to say. "...this." Sam smirked. Cassie was giddy. "Oh, me too, dominus." I continued to push deeper into Cassie's ass. I could feel my orgasm building and I was suddenly aware that there was no way to derail it. I picked up speed and began a frenzy of fucking. The little vixen squealed in delight and that only urged me forward and faster. I slammed into her again and again. I was right on the edge. One good bout of fucking later and I careened over it like a car plummeting off a cliff. For the first time in my life, I came inside a girl's ass. I prayed to whatever gods might be listening that it wasn't the last. I had just enough presence of mind to notice that Sam had also managed to get herself off in almost perfect unison as I completed emptying myself into Cassie's delicious little ass. We had come together again. I pulled out and now I was certain that I was finished. I had come twice and we had been at this for more than an hour. I had to stop. We all collapsed and I think somewhere in all that tangle of flesh, Cassie also managed a second orgasm though I'm still unsure if it was self-inflicted or whether Sam helped. Who but the gods can say? And in the end, what did it matter -- all, I knew was that I had never been happier. My earlier cleansing turned out to be a complete waste of time as all three of us went together into a warm shower. Playfully we cleaned each other off. Emerging we noticed the time. It was approaching two o' clock with dangerous speed. I was due out at the Romanov Villa in less than two hours and none of us had eaten a bite today. There was another practical concern. In our haste, last night we hadn't taken a spare outfit for Cassie for the party. Running by work was possible but would make time for lunch even tighter. Cassie had an answer. "It's a toga party, right? I don't have to wear anything!" "We should get something matching. It won't look right if only one of Ty's slaves is naked," said Sam. "You don't have to wear anything either!" Cassie said effervescently. Sam shrugged. "I care not. It's supposed to be warm tonight. What do you think, Ty?" "Please, Mister Ty!" said Cassie. "It'll be fun!" Who was I to argue? "Sure." I let them finish getting ready while I threw on some casual clothes and emerged into the Summer sunlight to find the front office. The good news was that my formal toga had arrived. Further the café was open for business. I ordered up a round of sandwiches and drinks and headed back to the room encumbered with clothing and provisions. The girls were just about ready by the time I got back. They were still naked of course. They each wore only a pair of matching sandals which luckily Sam had two of. It actual takes quite a bit of work to get ready to go somewhere nude. Sam and Cassie had both shaved and oiled themselves. They had also carefully done up their hair. They had significantly different cuts, but still Sam had made them look quite similar regardless. They were now a beautiful glistening pair of matched jewels that I would be happy to be seen anywhere with. After I hastily ate my sandwich I dressed as well. The toga we had picked out was simple enough -- a long flowing burgundy affair with black highlights which Sam had remarked really brought out the color in my eyes. I suppose I would have to take her word on that. Though I knew what I liked in women, I was certainly no connoisseur of male beauty and even less an expert at fashion. But I had to admit, the formal toga looked nice and hung upon me well. I had worn a frumpy traditional solid black one for my college graduation of course, but except for that one, it had been years since I had donned the big T -- my high school prom I think. This one had little in common with my graduation stolid scholar's robe. This one was well-cut, contemporary and made of a fine modern synthetic that let it breathe instead of the traditional wool and linen. I completed the ensemble with a nice pair of sandals. Sam proved able at helping me tie the blasted thing and even helped feather my hair in the traditional Augustan style. I looked in the mirror one last time and took an appraisal. Not bad. "Keep my luck steady, good Fortuna," I whispered to myself and the goddess. I was ready for this shindig.