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Inheritance Ch. 01

By: Nox661



He woke up to a morning like any other, the sun was streaming in through the windows of his apartment and it was well past noon. Sleeping in to late had become something of a habit during the summer since he didn't have to work until 5 it left me plenty of time to be lazy in the mornings. My life had kind of been puttering along at a snails pace recently but that was all about to change. He looked around trying to determine what had woken him up, he thought he had heard knocking but he was still in that in between stage where everything was kind of confusing. The pounding came again and he groggily pulled himself out of bed.

"I'm coming, I'm coming hold your horses" he said

Moving to the door he drew back the latches and opened it, coming face to face with the delivery man.

"Trent Alexander Steel?" enquired the delivery man

"That's me" he responded yawning 

"Please sign here." the delivery man instructed

Signing quickly Trent picked up the medium sized box closing the door behind him. Moving into the main room he set the package on his kitchen table, hunting around the room for something to cut through the capacious amounts of packing tape which had been used to secure the box.

"I wonder who could be sending me something?" he asked himself, as far as he knew he couldn't remember buying anything online and his birthday wasn't for another couple of months.

Finely locating a box cutter in the bottom drawer of his kitchen counter he carefully sliced through the tape. Prying open the top of the box he sifted through the packing peanuts rummaging around for whatever was inside. Finely finding a small metallic object at the bottom of the box he pulled it out.

A small metal ring sat in the palm of his hand. Skillfully cut the ring appeared to be made out of a silvery metal but it was much to heavy to be silver or platinum, a small red stone adorned the top of the ring and strange runic writing scrolled down its sides catching the light and glimmering in an odd fashion. Trent noticed a note tapped to the underside of the box and pulled it out, unfolding it he paused to read.

"Dear Trent

My name is Alexander Fulton and I am the executor of your late uncle's will, since you are the last surviving member of your mothers side all of his positions and assets will be transferred to you. In addition to the sum of four hundred and eighty six dollars and seventy six cents, which will be transferred into your account on the first of the month, it was his wish that this ring be transferred to you since it has been in your family for more then two hundred years. Sadly your uncle was not a wealthy man and the majority of his property and assets needed to be liquidated in order to pay off his debtors and my not insignificant fee. Please enjoy this ring and I am deeply sorry for your loss.

Sincerely 

Jacob Holland"

Trent paused surprised, he hadn't been aware that he even had an uncle. His mother had died when he was just a baby and his father hadn't really known much about his mother's side of the family. Still it was a good deal that he got something basically for free and he had wanted to buy an Xbox so this money was perfect timing. He considered the ring critically, though it wasn't really his style to wear jewelry but there was something compelling about the ring and it had been in his family for a long time. He slipped it on his index finger, it fit perfectly like it had been made for him, and it seemed to catch the light just right giving the stone the appearance of glowing from within. Trent felt light headed for a second like he had stood up to fast followed closely by the sensation in the pit of his stomach like he was falling. As quickly as these sensations started they were over leaving him a little confused and disorientated. 

Trent glanced at the clock, seeing that he still had 5 more hours until he had to leave for work he decided that going back to sleep was the best choice he could make

****

A woman with dark brown hair steps out of the shower, reaching for a near by towel she starts drying herself, she is about 5'6", her hair is cut to just below the shoulders and she is pulling it into a pony tail. She has C cup breasts and has the lean look of someone who works out continuously, her pussy is shaven to all but a thin strip of hair leading from the top of her slit to just under her belt line. Standing in front of her mirror she primps and preens herself trying to decide what to wear to work today.

"maybe I will go with the thong today..." she thinks to herself, picking her thong out of the drawer she holds it in front of herself trying to decide if it looks right on her today

****

Trent snapped awake. He had been dreaming about a girl, a girl he recognized as his next door neighbor Kim, while he had always found her attractive he had never dreamed about her before and certainly not like this. His dream had felt odd it was like he was standing in the room next to her, watching her go about her business. Other then the fact that she had been nude, and had quite a good body, there had been little about his dream that had been sexual which he would have expected in a dream with a naked girl. But there was more to it then that the dream had felt weird like it was actually happening.

He got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to shave and brush his teeth and other such mundane things as that which need to be done before he could go to work. As he got closer to the bathroom a strange feeling grew in the back of his mind getting stronger with every step he took. It felt almost like there was a window in his mind, through it he could see another person. He mentally approached the window in his mind and looked through it. The room around him shifted and reformed he was no longer in his apartment but back in Kim's and she was still standing naked in front of her mirror deciding on what to wear. He cried out in shock apologizing for walking in on her naked and tried to come up with an excuse before noticing that she had given no sign of being aware of his presence despite his blustering. He walked closer to her slowly waiting with every step for her to notice him. He stood right in front of her glancing in appreciation at her well toned body.

"Nothing seems to look right today." she said

Trent looked at he in surprise, he had clearly heard her speak but her lips hadn't moved she was still looking at the mirror this time holding a skimpy skirt up over her hips.

"Maybe the black dress?" she asked herself

This time he was better prepared for the sensation, he could tell that the sound had a different flavor to it, kind of like the way an echo sounds different sound to it then the voice that made it. He was listening to her thoughts! Stepping closer to her he concentrated he could make out a presence with his mind, like an extra sense, he could see her and hear her as she moved about he could even smell her body wash but there was more. Closing his eyes he found he could tell where she was without seeing her, he could feel the presence of her mind. He reached out pulling her mind closer to him, he could hear the million little thoughts going through her mind, in addition to the loud thoughts at the top of her mind which he had picked up at first he could hear more quiet voices deeper inside, voices talking about adjusting balance, expanding and contracting muscles in her arm when she reached for something and talking about the feeling of the cloth on her skin and the cold air, and deep down under the din of the other voices was one so quiet he almost didn't hear telling her heart to beat. He understood that these voices where the workings of her mind all the way down to the autonomic portions controlling her heart and lungs.

"I wonder if I can add a thought." Trent wondered to himself

Reaching out he took hold of her mind again but this time he spoke into the orgy of conversation, speaking to the top layer the level of her conscious thought 

"The plaid skirt would look good, especially with the white blouse." he thought

She reached out and picked up the skirt sliding it on unquestioningly before putting on the blouse as well.

Trent was amazed, he could actually influence her behavior, he decided it was time to test out and see how much he could actually do, and spread is preverbal wings so to speak. He took hold of her mind again this time addressing the level below her conscious thought; he addressed the part of her responsible for her sex drive, instructing it to increase its arousal.

"Man I'm really horny all of a sudden," she thought to herself "I wonder what's gotten into me?"

"I want to masturbate" inserted Trent into her mind

She walked over to her dresser, reaching inside she pulled out a large purple vibrator, walking over to her bed she laid down, spreading her legs she switched on the vibrator running the tip slowly along the length of her slit pausing over her clit and moaning softly.

Trent changed the feeling of her shirt, making it feel uncomfortable and itchy.

She pulled her shirt off over the top of her head revealing her large full breasts

He stimulated her nipples, sending out a desire to be touched

One of her hands reached up and grasped her breast gripping it tightly before rolling her nipple between her thumb and fore finger. She rubbed the tip of her vibrator inside the opening of her pussy using her own fluids as lube she slid the length of it insider her, moaning as it stretched out her pussy. Slowly at first before quickly picking up speed she begun to slide the vibrator in and out each time sliding all the way out before thrusting back in all the way to her fingers taking the entire length inside of her. The sounds of her moaning increased as she neared her climax, her back arched the muscles of her pussy gripping the vibrator as she covered it in her cum. She sighed with drawing it and turning it off she set it on her bedside table.

Trent withdrew from her mind and focused on his own body he snapped back inside. He decided he was going to have a lot of fun with this new ability even if he had no idea where it had come from. He went back to the bathroom and masturbated quickly to the mental image of Kim pleasuring herself before continuing getting ready. He picked out a pair of jeans and a black dress shirt and set out for work.

****

Trent stepped off the bus into the sweltering heat of the August day, it had broken a hundred degrees every day this week and the heat showed no signs of giving way any time soon. Trent had worked at a local jeweler for three years and he had hated every single second of it, his boss was loud and abusive and the clothing restrictions were idiotic. Trent was positive his boss would yell at him the second he saw he was wearing jeans and sure enough as soon as he stepped inside his boss made a bee line right too him.

"Steel what the hell are you doing coming in dressed like that?! You know you need slacks and a tie! Are you trying to get fired?" he asked

Trent reached out into his bosses mind "I want to talk to him in my office." He thought

"Trent I want to see you in my office right now!" said his boss

"Of course Mr. Anderson." Trent said

Walking to the back office Trent used what little time he had to get the feel of his bosses mind, he started by inserting soothing thoughts and lowering his blood pressure then relaxing his muscles. By the time the made it to the back office his boss was as calm as he had ever seen him. Trent had been working on exactly what he wanted his boss to say and do his whole way to work; he took his plan and inserted it directly into his boss's mind, only to have it thrown back at him. He had tried sliding it in the way he normally did but his bosses mind had rejected it. He tried again pushing harder this time, he could feel his bosses mind resisting the plan as it went against everything he believed in but Trent's new mental abilities proved stronger in the end and finely the plan slid into his mind. Trent pictured the plan being riveted into his mind and place mental blocks around it to prevent his boss from changing his mind later when he had a chance to think about it.

"I'm going to make you a very special offer." Said Mr. Anderson

"What kind of offer?" Trent asked, smirking to himself since he had in fact come up with the offer, he could have skipped over all of this but he liked hearing his boss parrot back his idea

"I'm going to give you a raise, and put you on salary, you will be able to work whatever hours work best for you, how does that sound?" asked Mr. Anderson

"Wow I'm speechless!" said Trent

Of course this was part of his plan he ensured that Mr. Anderson would put him on salary and then never require him to come in again but still draw a pay check, he had started with the plan to only do his work but he had decided that he would hire himself out as a "consultant" to a few different companies around town, ensuring that he had plenty of money and a great deal more free time in the future. Trent kicked back relaxing enjoying the feel of his new power.

"Well its time to be leaving I have a full schedule today." Trent laughed

Leaving the office and a very confused Mr. Anderson, Trent walked back out to the main selling floor. A girl was looking at some jewelry with her mom, both the girl and her mother where jaw dropping beautiful, they could have been twins except for the age difference. Both mother and daughter were slim and exceptionally tan, the kind of tan you only get from hours under the sun. Trent was immediately aroused and decided to do something that wouldn't have been possible before today. He reached out into the girl's mind first learning about her. Today was her 18th birthday and her mother was taking her out to get a tennis bracelet as a gift. Repeating the procedure with the mom he found out that she was 38, and that she didn't really want to buy her daughter the bracelet but she had mentioned it when she got drunk and she had latched onto the idea, she was trying to buy the cheapest thing she could and get out of there.

Trent reached out, grasping both of their minds at the same time. He reached into their unconscious minds and cranked up their sex drives, pushing them to levels of arousal in seconds what would normally take them an hour of foreplay to reach. He sent out the sensation of a tongue licking their clit, first to the mom and then to the daughter. He laughed as he saw them jump. He could feel them getting confused, first as to why they were so horny so quickly, especially in a public place and with family, and second why they had thought they felt someone licking their clit a second ago. He reached out pushing their confusion back into their mind feeling their bodies relax as it dissipated. He could tell from their minds that both were incredibly wet and their nipples where poking through the front of their shirts.

"Follow me." He inserted into both of their minds simultaneously

Their eyes kind of glassed over as they obeyed his unspoken command, leading them back to the back office Trent lashed out at Mr. Anderson's mind inserting the desperate need to be anywhere but in his office. Trent laughed as Mr. Anderson dodged past him onto the sales floor. He directed the mother to close the door behind her as she walked in.

"Take off your clothes." He commanded

Mother and daughter both started removing their clothing, removing their dresses he noticed that both women were missing an item of underwear, the daughter was only wearing panties her small pert breasts being only barely a B cup and thus not needing a bra and the mother was wearing a bra but no panties. Trent examined the two while they stood silently before him held silent and compliant by his mental control. Both mother and daughter were of about the same height being about 5'7" the mother had short light brown hair which was cut to about her jaw line, where her daughter has small and lithe having little fat on her body she had a full chest easily a D cup. Both mother and daughter shaved their pussy completely and from his inspection of the daughters mind he knew that she had never had sex before. Trent continued his mental manipulation of them raising their sex drives well past anything either of them had ever experienced before, despite his mental command to stand silent and still both women were soon squirming from the intense sexual desire building inside of them, they were quickly approaching the point where either would fuck anything that moved.

"Climb up on the desk and spread your legs." He commanded the mother

Reaching insider her mind he removed her awareness that the girl she was with and created an intense attraction to her before doing the same to the daughter. He could smell their arousal as the mother spread her legs proudly displaying her completely smooth pussy. He amped up their sex dives even further and then turned them loose on each other and watched.

"Fuck her." He commanded to both of them

The mother practically pounced on her daughter pulling her into a tight embrace their bare flesh pressing together. Her tongue snaked into her daughter's mouth and wrapping around her tongue before pulling it into her mouth. Her hand slipped down between her legs tracing the outline of her slit before forcing them inside. Her daughter moaned loudly into her mouth as her fingers penetrated into her tight virgin pussy. She pushed the younger woman down on her knees sitting back on the desk before pulling her face into her crotch. The younger woman's tongue lapped at her pussy tasting her arousal and eliciting a loud moan from her mother. The two collapsed on the floor pulling each other together, each wrapping their legs around the other the two women started grinding their pussy's together in a desperate attempt for sexual satisfaction.

Trent was suppressing the orgasms each had building preventing the release of their sexual desires and causing them to grind and moan against each other their nude bodies entwined.

Grasping their minds he made them aware of his presence. The two women rushed over to him almost knocking him over in their haste. Turning is attention to the daughter he directed her to sit in the office chair and pleasure herself while watching him fuck her mom. Using one arm Trent knocked everything off the cluttered desk tossing the older woman onto it. Ignoring all pretenses he stripped off his pants and climbed on top of her. Taking his enormous cock he slid it up and down just insider her pussy, making her moan and writhe in an attempt to get the thick member inside of her. He complied pounding into her as hard as he could, feeling his balls slap against her ass. She cried out in pleasure as his thick cock thrust inside of her. Trent pounded away at her each time he thrust in her hips would rise to meet him magnifying the force of his thrust causing his balls to sleep soundly against her ass and her enormous tits to bounce up and down in time to their rhythm 

The daughter looked on watching her mom getting fucked, she had no idea what had come over them but she found the sight of this stranger fucking her mom in front of her to be the hottest thing she had ever seen, she desperately fingered herself trying to get some sexual relief but her sex drive just kept building and building and already she was so horny that her own juices where dripping down her legs and onto the chair she was sitting on

Trent reached out again and the daughter got up and crossed over to where they were. Climbing up on the desk with them she straddled her mothers face grinding her pussy down onto her waiting mouth. Trent continued to fuck her while she thrust her tongue in and out rapidly of her daughters pussy. Trent pulled the daughter into a passionate kiss feeling her tongue dart into his mouth while her mothers darted into her pussy. 


Inheritance Ch. 01



...or sometimes you just don't see it coming!

This is a fiction, none of the people or events are true. All of the characters are over 18. It's a long story because that is the story I felt I wanted to tell. 

*

I've always liked Friday mornings, Friday morning is the threshold of the week-end, and unless the shit is hitting the fan, Friday morning in our office is a relaxed place. Oh yes, work gets done but at a more humane pace. 

Or rather it does normally.

I'm a planning manager and our company has a big product launch next week -- not unusual but marketing were on their way to an epic fail and they'd just realised it, so everything had just gone ape-shit while we were gearing up to get them out of the brown and slimy.

Eva from marketing blew into my office -- smelling gorgeous, crisp white shirt pulled tight over her nice big round tits, black jeans shaped around her lovely arse. She is a vision of delightfulness in autumn colours -- all coppers, browns and smoky colours. Eva is a definite 'I would' - in her case over a desk from behind, hanging on to those lovely, round wobbly tits. I was toying with this vision - as I often do when she's near me -- but she was talking, and I had to park my fantasy morning shag and listen. Despite her proposals I could see it was all going to go tits up.

What pissed me off was that it had been obvious for weeks and despite everything that the eminently fuckable Eva was telling me it was still going to go wrong. Nobody ever listens to the planning manager, especially a brilliant, twenty-five year old one who has only been doing the job quite successfully for four fucking years and most times gets the job done without any fanfare. (I get so pissed off sometimes.)

The icing on the cake - what made it worst - was that it looked like I was going to have to spend the whole weekend sorting the mess out, my twenty-fifth birthday weekend. I had plans, nothing grandiose, except a trip into London tomorrow and a zoom off up the motorway to see my mum on Sunday and a nice trip out for lunch. (Living the rock and roll life style eh?)

The phone rang.

"Mum! How are you? I was going to come over and see you on Sunday. But_"

"Mike, I need you to come to your grand-dad's house today, tonight will be fine."

I had to tell I couldn't? Mum and I are close and I try and get to see her every couple of weeks, and this weekend ...

"I can't mum, something has come up over work, I'm going to be here all week-end." Eva looked at me and mouthed 'I'll make it up to you' -- oh yeah baby, you will, I thought.

"Okay, Mike." Mum was obviously disappointed. No argument, no protest, just a simple acceptance, made me feel like a right toe-rag. 

"You lot owe me big time for this one." Eva nodded. I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but when I did, I had a quick mental flash of her lying naked on my desk, her tits bouncing back and to as I fucked her. 

"Right this is what we need by close of play today..." I outlined the things I needed from Marketing, Eva nodded earnestly, she knew I could do this. 

As Eva was leaving, Tom, the head of our office, appeared at the door -- "Mike! There's a message from Head Office, you're needed over there as soon as you can -- pass that lot to Jimmy and get going!"

There was no way I was going to catch a break today.

I parked at the main office and went in to find the head of the company - Allitt's Holdings - waiting for me in reception, we went into a meeting room.

"Mike, I received a call from the owners of the company, they've asked for you to go to see them_"

"This week-end?" I was stunned - what the fuck was happening to my life?

"I know you've got a lot of work on but don't worry about it." He stifled my protest with a raised hand. "From what I hear you've done all you can, if it doesn't happen -- it doesn't happen, but that won't be your fault."

"But!"

"There's a helicopter coming for you in the next few minutes you need to be on it."

"A what?!"

"All I know is what is on this email.."

I read it 'Mike Bailey to be collected by helicopter as soon as can be arranged. Most urgent. Highest priority.'

The helicopter picked me up from a nearby field and we flew off to the north.

An hour later we circled over a large house somewhere -- if that was the M1 we'd passed over -- in Northamptonshire and what a house. The main house sprawled across the landscape, there were landscaped gardens, woodland with buildings in it, several water features and a pond, a lake. We dropped down onto a landing pad and the pilot -- who not spoken to me once during the whole flight, helped me unhook.

The door opened as I turned and I saw my mum.

She motioned me to follow her away from the helicopter which left seconds later.

I was completely perplexed now, we were at the company's owner's place and so was my mum. I was beginning tow wonder if it was some kind of anxiety nightmare. "Mum! What the hell is going on?! What are you doing here? Where the hell are we?"

My mum looked back at me and smiled, "Happy birthday Mike!"

I followed her from the landing pad. My mum is a real classy woman -- shoulder length dirty blonde hair, always immaculate, she wore a really sharp business suit, grey pinstripe with a real nice cut that emphasised her figure -- which considering she is in her mid forties is still pretty good, actually she's really attractive, bearing in mind that she is also my mum.

Mum led me into the house which sat solidly in the landscape, through a huge front door and into the entrance hall... where my gran waited.

I was very close to throwing my dummy out of the pram - it was all getting too much.

"What are you two doing here? I can't be here, I've too much to do..." my voice rising with tension.

My gran -- sweet, elegant, gentle, shushed me with a finger on my lips and gave me a small package.

"Happy birthday!"

My mum spoke next "It's more important that you be here today than anywhere else at the moment, everything else will be put into perspective after you've watched what is in that package."

"Do you know what's in it?" I asked.

My mum and gran both nodded. "It will take you a while," my gran told me, "You can watch it in the study, we'll be waiting in the drawing room when you're done."

"Can I get a drink?" 

"There's a tray and some sandwiches in the study." Mum pushed me towards a pair of large double doors.

The 'study' was nearly as big as my flat, a huge desk sat on one side, with two club chairs and a large chesterfield opposite it. Books lined the walls, and a large flat-screen faced the desk. I couldn't help thinking - 'class!'. On a side table sandwiches and fruit sat next to a champagne chiller where two bottles of soft drink waited. I opened a bottle and placed the package on the desk.

It had my name on.

So I opened it. There was two pen-drives -- labelled One and Two - and three envelopes, there was also a picture of me and my grandfather from when I was a little boy. A note said 'watch the first film, follow the instructions'.

When I'd switched the lap-top on and inserted the pen drive labelled One, the programme auto started and I saw my grand-dad sat at the desk where I was now watching the film.

"Hello Michael. Happy birthday." He began ordinarily enough. Grand-dad always used my full name. "I'd hoped we could do this face to face but it doesn't look like that is going to happen." He didn't look well, I remembered how ill he'd been as I approached twenty. Then suddenly he wasn't there. Gone from cancer.

He was speaking again, he waved his hands to indicate his surroundings, "I'll bet you're wondering what the hell is happening."

D'you think so Grand-dad?

"I kept all of this from you because I wanted to keep you down to earth. I didn't want you growing up as a rich kid. I've waited till your twenty-fifth birthday because I wanted you to get your knees brown, get some time in a job. Learn the value of money, how to do a hard day's work, understand how companies work, hopefully get some time in managing people. 

"Well, now it's time for your inheritance. I'm passing everything I own, all of it, on to you, everything. Businesses, property, the lot. You've never seen this house before, but this is yours now....but there's a lot more than that..."

"When I die," Grand-dad told me, you'll get a hundred thousand pounds." Pretty fair, I thought -- it had bought me a new car and was earning a nice wedge in the bank. It was my 'fuck off money' -- the freedom to tell people to shove it, if I wanted.

"That will be just to show you I haven't forgotten you." He told me from five years ago.

"If you look in the drawer under your right hand -- you'll find a pad, you might want to take notes." I looked, the pad was there.

Over the next forty-five minutes Grand-dad told me about his business empire, including the company where I work - worked. I was flabbergasted - I hadn't realised, I mean and this was five years ago!

"Your mum and gran will have more up to date information and a detailed portfolio, they'll bring you up to speed later. Now if that isn't enough, when you're ready, I want you to open up the other video."

I ate a sandwich while I thought about it all. I mean I knew my grand-dad had money, but I hadn't realised how much. I thought him and gran were -- well you know, 'comfortable'. And this house? I had only ever met him at the house where my mum was born -- where she and I had lived, which was a nice house but nothing like this. This place was massive, extensive, with wings and things.

So I put the second pen-drive in and that auto started.

It was grand-dad again, but looking less business like. His jacket was off and his tie was undone.

"So -- this is probably going to blow your mind Mike. And I want you know that if you watch this all the way to the end and decide it's not you, there's no pressure. However, if that is the case I think some people will be disappointed. But it's your choice."

I was intrigued.

"Mike -- there's no way to put this is a light fluffy way. I am a dominant person. A Dom, if you like, a master. Your grandmother has been my faithful submissive since we married. When your father left your mother, she came to me and entered into what some people call 'the lifestyle' under my control. Both your grand-mother and your mother have been my subs for many years. I have controlled their lives, what they wear, what they eat, where they sleep and even when they orgasm."

Grand-dad smiled, "Now tell me you saw that one coming?"

I let out a long breath, "Nope, grand-dad -- can't say as I did."

"The big thing Michael, is that I need you - they need you - to take over. I'm leaving them both to you -- to carry on my work, as part of my estate -- your inheritance_"

I spat diet coke over the desk.

"These two beautiful, sexual ladies need you to be their master, Michael. They want you to be. I'm asking you not only to take over from me in business but also in this house and in the bedroom."

"Holy fuck!" What?!!

"Oh yes! You'll become the man of this house and the man in their lives. Michael, love them like I loved them 

"You'll find a lot of passwords and combinations that you'll need in the envelopes in this package. Now however you should go and see your ladies."

I sat for a minute, where the fuck had all this come from? I mean this morning I was fantasising about throwing Eva over the desk and banging her senseless (hmm -- file that one under 'it may yet happen', as it now appeared I was the owner of the company) and now I own a fucking big house and my mum and gran are my slaves. Yeah, right! My mum and my gran as slaves, oh yeah I'd learn how wrong THAT idea was.

I walked towards where mum had indicated where the sitting room was, and pushed open the big door.

Up to that point I thought I was coping with all of this, pretty well. My mum and gran were both waiting for me. 

Both were kneeling, eyes lowered, their hands on their thighs in a patient resigned manner in front of a low crackling fire. And they were both naked, starkers, completely nude. (You can understand how that might be a bit of shock, yes?).

And they were both breath-taking, Mum had kept her figure and she attended a gym on a regular basis. As she knelt there, with the firelight glinting on her shoulder length hair. I drank her in. Her breasts (I just couldn't think of them as my mum's 'tits', okay?) were full with large nipples and sat nicely on her chest with just the right amount of sag. I was startled (even more startled?) to see my mum shaved herself. My mum could be described as full and sensual, though there wasn't an ounce of fat on her.

Gran on the other hand was elegant. I mean yes she has a few laughter lines round her eyes but below the neck she could have passed for a woman thirty years younger, I could tell this because she was stunningly naked! Perky little boobs, adorned with pierced nipples, little gold rings - she was also shaved and I thought I saw the glint of a piercing in her labia. (Yet another WTF moment! My gran has pierced nipples and pussy)

"Mum. Gran. Please, both of you, get up and sit down. I think we need to talk."

So it is now late-afternoon on the day of my twenty-fifth birthday, and I've been sat in the sitting room of my new, fucking huge house talking with my mum and gran -- who are both nude -- for the last three hours and acting like it's the most natural thing in the world. The conversation went something like 

Me -- burble.

My mum -- are you alright Mike?

What do you say when you find yourself trying to outstare your mum's nipples? Really?

"Oh I'm fine."

"You're not still fretting about your work, are you?" Gran asked. 

No, dear elegantly nude grandmother I'm fine, honestly. "I think it's been a lot to deal with. That's all." I lied.

"Look -- grand-dad laid this thing on me about being your master."

"Yes dear," gran said, "That's right, I think he wanted to help you into it himself, but he couldn't."

"And this is absolutely serious?"

"What part are you not understanding?" My mum was completely serious.

"Der! Well incest to start with. Isn't that illegal?"

"Well yes it is and it's punishable by up to two years in prison_"

"And that's supposed to make me feel better about it?"

"But for anyone to be caught, a crime has to be reported, and as all our relations have been entirely consensual, the legality of it has never been an issue." 

"It's always been very loving, Michael," Gran was using my Sunday name. "Do I take it from your reluctance, you don't love your mum and I?"

Oh! Low blow!

"Of course not gran, you know I love you both_"

"But not enough to correct us and punish us occasionally? To give us orders or occasionally administer a spanking?" She went on, her eyes twinkled but she was deadly serious.

"You never know Mike," my mum chipped in, caressing my hand, "You might even enjoy it!"

This was so strange.

"Okay!" I said holding my hand so they made a t shape. "Time out! Let's talk business for a while. Can you not put some clothes on."

"Oh no, dear." My gran said hastily -- Master John never let us wear clothes unless we had guests."

Face palm time! 

And so we talked business with them still naked. 

The portfolio had taken a bit of a battering over the last couple of years with the economic downturn. But some careful deals and a few canny property sales had kept its value to within about six percent of what it had been.

It was still a large amount of money. A very large amount. And I'm not talking a couple of million, add some zeros.

For about the tenth time I had to focus on what my gran was saying, "You'll need to sign a lot of papers in the next few days."

"Are you okay Mike?" my mum asked, I think I was starting to glaze over.

"Come on, we'll take a break," my naked mum said, "I'll show you to your room, you can change before dinner."

I followed my mum's delightfully jiggly bum up the stairs, and it was a fine bum, with that lovely little slot at the top so I could see her pussy lips as she walked. I could tell watching her -- and I'd noticed my Gran was the same -- she was more than comfortable being naked. I'll admit it, I was getting a hard on looking at my mum's arse. But just at the top of the stairs, she stopped and opened another massive door. 

"The master bath suite is in there and your dressing room in there," she waved at two rooms -- rooms! -off the corridor and I followed her into what was probably the biggest bedroom I have ever seen. There was a massive bed, a seating area, a fire place with a sheep ring rug that must have come off the biggest sheep that ever lived, a writing table and even a big flat screen on a chest at the foot of the bed.

"Oh! Wow! Grand-dad was into big spaces!"

"It's your space now," mum said turning back the sheet, "Do you want me to run a bath for you?"

"No, I'm good thanks. I think I'm going to lie down for a while and try and process some of this"

I started to strip -- mum was standing, watching me, but I figured she was comfortable with me seeing her naked so I reckoned it was cool. I reached out for her, hugged her close to me, "Let me get my head round it?"

"Yes Master," mum said .

I looked at her, deciding to try something, "Wake me in two hours and clothe yourselves."

"Master John never let us wear clothes when we were at home." She repeated patiently.

It was going to be two can play at this game, "Master Michael, is telling you I want you to wear a light robe, at least 'tll I tell you different."

"Yes Master." Mum smiled and turned to leave.

"Jane?" Mum turned when I called her by name. "I DO love you."

"I know Master."

"Tell Elizabeth the same."

"She knows too master."

I slipped into the bed.

Now you are wondering when I'm going to screw my mum, after all this story's not about the business, is it? To be honest my lovely, beautiful mum, was starting to look really good, certainly Mr Wiggly was coming round to the idea. But after having my life turned upside down, it was still a little too weird for me. I tried to think about the business, and failing that I tried to think about Eva -- bent over my desk, with her pussy peeping out between her curvaceous thighs as I ploughed into her. But the problem was I kept thinking about my mum's bum, as it jiggled, and sashayed -- that's a really good word, sashayed up the stairs ahead of me. And between visions of my mum's arse I had dreams of my gran's pert boobs and pierced nipples. 

The next thing I knew my mum was bending over me shaking me awake. "Master Michael".

"Can we be mum and son and gran for a couple of days, please?"

"If you wish." I swear she looked kind of disappointed.

"Yes I do." 

"Okay."

As I got out of the bed, still naked, I could sense mum looking at me, appraising me. She was now wearing a deep red, short kimono

"You've grown into a good looking man," she said.

"You don't look bad yourself, mum."

"D'you think so? I'm not too old."

I headed across the room towards the bathroom, "No, you're not too old at all mum, you look bloody good."

"For my age?"

"Full stop." I grinned at her, "Gran's pretty fit as well." 

The bathroom was lavish -- twin wash-basins, wet room shower area and with my grand-dad's usual eye for scale a huge bath -- so I sat on one of the toilets talking to my mum.

"Why have you not asked me yet?"

Mum looked at me. "Asked?"

"About the sub-master thing."

"We figured you would make a decision eventually."

"You see where I'm coming from though don't you? It's a bit weird, not to mention the fact that it's illegal."

"It's not weird to us, it's not. For me and your gran it became our normal way of life."

"But some sort of slave, mum?"




Inheritance Ch. 01



"No -- I don't understand." She looked at me blankly.

"All my life, you have been strong, caring, you've been solid. You've been my role-model. How do you go from that to being submissive? Being naked because 'master' says so?"

My mum knelt on the floor in front of me, "When your dad left me for another woman, I was destroyed. I was just eighteen and alone. I had no confidence, I saw myself as being worthless, useless and I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. We had nothing you and I, I had no prospects, no job - even the house was going to be taken -- then your grand-father stepped in."

"That was when we moved to your house?"

"Yes, but there was a price. Your grandfather gave me a choice, he would give me a small amount of money, and we could move on, or, he told me, he would support me completely 'till I got on my feet again, but I would have to submit to him. Like you I was completely freaked out. I thought he was some sort of sadist, and there was the whole sex thing, I mean - my own dad? But I talked to your gran and she showed me that it wasn't just about punishment. It's about love, or it was with your grand-father. She said being so tightly controlled was as much about freedom as anything else. She was his best advertisement."

"And they were living like this while you were a little girl?"

"From just after I was born - and I never knew. Well you remember how nice a couple they always were?" I nodded. "If gran misbehaved she used to have count her own whacks, thank Master John and ask for another.

I shook my head in disbelief. "And what about you?"

"Well it took me a while but I realised I was loved -- for who I am, not who I was or what I owned. And once I realised that, my life started to come together again. That first year was tough on both of us -- you and me -- but we're not doing too bad now are we?"

I got up to the walk in shower -- "Shall I wash your back, Master?", mum asked rising from her knees, undoing the tie at her waist.

All the while we'd been talking I realised how comfortable I was getting with the naked mum thing.

"Okay -- but it's just washing_"

"Or what?" She grinned at me -- looking quite girlish.

I realised I'd been out-manoeuvred. "I'll get back to you on that."

Showering with my mum was incredible, and strange -- after doing my back her hand slipped down between my thighs, and she soaped my hardening cock. 

"'Been a long time since I saw this little fellow." Mum smiled. Well mummy, actually he's not so little, any more - not massive, and while he ain't getting a lot of action at the moment - I don't get many complaints.

Of course my cock got hard, and yes, there was a delicious thrill from the touch of her hand, and her breasts were so close, and she looked so sexy -- and she's my mum and all. Oh fuck, what is a man supposed to so?

I ran my hand down the curve of her back, resting it on the firm swell of her bum, squeezing it gently. I pulled her closer to me, she slipped her shoulder under my arm and we stood under the hot shower and kissed. I intended that kiss to tell her that I loved her and always would. But then I couldn't help it, I kissed her again

It wasn't like any other kiss we'd shared over the last twenty-five years, this was a real kiss, a lover's kiss. I parted her lips with my tongue and brought my other hand up to her breast, flicking the nipple gently with my thumb as I stroked her gorgeous bum and pressed her to me. Her hand was gentle on my cock and she squeezed and stroked and pulled and caressed, and suddenly I felt my release -- almost without warning -- send strings of cum across the shower floor. 

"Oh! Fuck!" I breathed.

"There now -- that wasn't so bad was it?"

My mum left me trembling and went to dress.

"I've left a robe for you on your bed, we'll wait for you in the sitting room -- when you're ready."

I lay on the bed. That hand job from my mum had been so fucked up, but on the other hand it had felt REALLY good. 

I had never really thought of my mum in a sexual way before today -- I had only ever explored her panties in the laundry basket out of curiosity. I never tried to steal peeks at her, well, no more than any adolescent does. I had never been infatuated with her. She had only ever been -- mum. She was there at tea time, supervising homework, taking me to the pictures to see Star Wars, going shopping in London, we did just regular mum and son stuff. I knew she was a 'looker', my friends had said so, and I knew enough about women to make a comparison and for my mum to come out of it very well. 

Mum had done the 'talk' with me when I was fourteen. She'd not only explained the process and a lot more about relationships, she'd given me a condom for my wallet. She was funny, sometimes not very politically correct, razor sharp clever and confident. She could be murder if you got the wrong side of her -- I remember her going after one of my teachers over something, it was scary. But with me she had always been patient and calm. That scene in the shower was just so -- well -- so wow!

She'd left me a robe -- deep, glossy red as well. I put it on and went down stairs.

Both of them were in the sitting room, quietly talking, and once again although they were clothed in similar robes, they both waited for me, kneeling in front of the fire -- two obedient submissives. 

"Will you two stop that? I haven't said yes yet. Get up."

My two favourite ladies swapped childish grins as they rose and we went through to the kitchen area of the house. 

There was a tex-mex platter and drinks in the kitchen and there followed one of the strangest meals I have eaten with my mum and gran. All the time we sat and chatted about honest everyday matters surreal questions kept popping into my head. You know the ones you NEVER ask at the dinner table --which do you prefer mum, a flogger or a crop -- that sort of thing. And I was keeping it together -- after all however weird and incredible this was for me, for my mum and my gran it was completely real and serious. That was up until one question wondered through my forebrain -- oh did I turn that one over and over! Then I figured -- hey it's my birthday -- "So? Gran? How long have you had pierced nipples" (Hands up anyone who's ever asked that across the evening meal? Thought so.)

My gran is the epitome of elegant, she's trim and neat, composed, always calm. She just looked at me and smiled. "Master John had them pierced for me just after you were born."

Shit! I mean piercings have really taken off in the last ten, fifteen years and there is my gran walking round with a pair of gold nipple rings inside her bra -- at board meetings, at Christmas, even the Women's Institute - for ten years before that. How fucking cool is she?

We talked for a while longer -- I learned that gran is a bit of a pain slut (her words not mine!) and that my mum likes to be bound and helpless. 

And with that I started to get my head around the seriousness of what was going on.

I apologised for being facetious, gran smiled graciously and dismissed it, my mum leaned over hugged me.

"I know!" I said picking up my plated and carrying it to the sink, "How about you ladies show me round this pile?"

And they did. I got the complete tour of my new home, Thrallthorpe by name. From the garden room, through several sitting rooms and lounges, to the media room, and the various bedrooms, to an orangery (like a big conservatory with orange trees) -- the place went on forever. Grandfather had designed it so that the family rooms are all contained in one wing which can be isolated from the rest of the house, so my mum's room, Grans's and mine were all close together. At one end of this wing mum and gran led me down a set of stairs, inside the room at the bottom was what could easily have been a gym, except for the chains and whips on the wall. I suppose I had guessed there would be something like this. I looked at the equipment and as I did I saw first mum stroke a kind of table with split legs and straps all over it, she looked at gran and suddenly they both shared a smile. It was almost embarrassing to be there. This was something they had shared at some point, and it reinforced my growing feeling that I was trying to stop something that couldn't be stopped. Just after that gran twirled a sort of swing thing round slowly and both of them laughed.

I suggested we move on again.

We ended the tour in a real gym and a large heated swimming pool.

"Last one in is a sissy!" My mum screamed, shedding her robe and diving in, gran was only a split second behind her.

Fuckit! I thought, when in Rome, and cast my robe behind me and launched myself into a classic bomb.

For a while the strangeness of the situation became just the three of us playing in the water. It was fun, we raced each other and threw a ball between us -- then it all changed when my hand brushed my gran's pert boobs. It still felt wrong, I couldn't help it.

As I got out of the water I could sense the girlish mood turn serious.

Quickly they followed me, grabbing their robes, and falling in behind me. Neither of them spoke, they simply followed and opened doors. It was another revealing peek at the inside of the relationship. It didn't matter to either woman why I had left the pool to get dressed, I had and they accepted it. I realised the silence was because they knew they had done something wrong but didn't know what. We ended up in the sitting room. 

"It wasn't you." I told them both, "It was me. I'm still not completely comfortable with some of the detail of what's going on here. I love you both dearly, probably more so, now, and I'm not sure I can do the master thing.

"I'm going to bed, tomorrow I'm going back to Slough -- I have something to finish, and when that's done I'll come back, and we'll see where it goes."

I lay in bed and thought about that last statement, it was about me. Me, me, me. I was the boss. What the women wanted was not important. Let me put that better, because what mum and gran wanted -- needed - was all-important, but although I had to take mum and Gran's feelings into account -- I had to make the decisions. The decision to go back to finish the launch, and tidy things up was less about delaying the inevitable, and more about how I like to do things, one of the reasons I'm a good planning manager. If I was going to do this I decided -- and I was pretty certain now I was going to, I was going to do it the way I wanted. And with that I finally slept.

The next morning I gave a list of instructions -- I almost wrote it out, but that would have been an insult to these two beautiful, lovely women.

All documents for signing would have to be ready a week the following Monday, I expected a full report on the businesses, and would start to meet representatives from the various companies over the following two weeks. Some would be 'on sites' and some would be receptions at the house.

I'd been through the dressing room -- I gave a list of clothes I wanted organised and brands and names I considered acceptable.

Last was a couple of changes I needed making in my new bedroom -- mainly access to the web and stuff like that.

Gran and mum listened and nodded enthusiastically and they showed me out to the front of the house where a car and driver waited to take me back to Slough. I nearly wrote home there, but I had already started to think of Thrallthorpe as being my new home. 

Back at head office I picked my car up. I then went into my office and found everything that I had asked Eva to get for me, and I logged on to the computer. I would love to be able to say that I spent the rest of the afternoon working on the launch, instead I'd work for thirty or forty minutes and then spend twenty minutes in a reverie of my mum's boobs or Gran's perky tits and pierced pussy.

By six on Saturday night however I could stand back and say -- that that was it until Monday. I went back to my flat.

At home I went from business to pleasure mode back to business mode -- and downloaded the Story of O and the Marquis de Sade's 120 Days of Sodom to my tablet. 

I started O and a beer, and read and read and read. It's not a long story but at the end of it I felt kind of cheated for her -- I mean the guy gets her into training and then gives her away, which I thought was a bit shitty. I started De Sade late in the night and read it in bed, it gave me nightmares, as did some of the porn I looked at that night. I couldn't ever see myself handing out that kind of damage to my Gran, even if she was a self-confessed pain slut.

I spent Sunday trawling the internet for more up to date fiction and films. I found a whole slew of video and written material, much of which I downloaded for later, there was even a form of bondage created round a series of books that I had read when I was about eleven or twelve as pure science fiction/fantasy novels. I loved those books -- how the fuck did I miss all that? Oh yeah, I was eleven.

Eventually I found a series of stories about a writer who got into the 'lifestyle' -- if I ever use that term you have my permission to slap me -- through researching his books. Anyway he eventually ends up with his mum as one of his subs. These were great, and, to be honest, very erotic stories (okay I whacked one off while I was reading them, but only to relieve the tension).

More importantly I got it! The writer of the stories summed the relationships up beautifully, maybe there were times when the main character came over a bit abrupt, some odd social skills, but it confirmed what I had come to understand, it was about my love for them, their love for me and the manifestation of that love through our relationship. I also understood from his work that it wasn't about slavery but submission, two very different things. I guess it was then that I decided how I was going to go forwards with this.

I ordered a couple of books on Japanese rope-play and knots from Amazon and Sunday night I went to bed a lot less conflicted than I had been for several days.

Monday -- I was at my desk as usual when Eva bounced in, and for once I did not fantasise about her bent over my desk, getting it doggy style, this time the fleeting image that shot through my head was a naked Eva kneeling in supplication. Oh that was a Freudian slip, I thought, still it was pretty picture. We spent the next hour agreeing actions -- who was going to do what. 

Next I went into a meeting with my immediate boss and gave him my week's notice. He was surprised and a little disappointed. I wanted to explain the situation and where I would be going but thought better of it. Instead I told him I had to leave because of my grandmother. I told him I wanted to sort the launch out but that I had to leave after that.

The rest of that day was spent shifting resource about, putting out orders for printing, organising catering and getting status reports from the other teams involved. By close of play on Monday -- three days to go, it was all coming together.

I went home that night, ate a Chinese carry-out, watched some of the D/S stuff I had downloaded, read some of the stories and articles and downloaded a few more. 

I rang my mum's mobile number -- it was bizarre -- the whole conversation was very straight, updates on what they had been doing, following my instructions, how the meetings were coming along. It wasn't until the end of the conversation that I said "Jane, you've done very well. Put Elizabeth on."

My mother's tone changed abruptly, "Yes Master."

I heard my gran take the phone, "Hello Master."

"Hello Elizabeth, are you waiting for my return?"

"Yes Master."

"Elizabeth, will you do something for me?"

"Of course Master."

"When I was there on Friday, Jane and I shared a shower, and I said that was all it was to be. But she masturbated me in the shower. What punishment should she receive for that Elizabeth?" I heard gran draw a sharp breath.

"She should have her bottom warmed at least Master?"

"Would you take Jane to the _ er _playroom Elizabeth, and punish her for me? Give her ten good hard spanks, make sure she counts them and thanks you for each one before she asks for the next one. Will you do that for me Elizabeth?"

"Oh yes Master."

"Put Jane back on please Elizabeth?"

I told Jane what I had told Elizabeth, again I heard her catch her breath. "I said I would think about your punishment. But as you've both done such good work today, after Elizabeth has warmed your bottom, I want you both to go and get into my bed and be very nice to each other."

"Yes Master."

I told them that I loved them both and ended the call.

As I tried to sleep that night I tried not to think about mum and gran being nice to each other, seriously I did try.

Tuesday brought a summons from head office and a meeting with the head of the company. He had heard about my resignation and was concerned, however I put him off too. When we had our meeting next week it would sort it all out.

Tuesday evening I cooked myself a frozen pizza and once again rang Thrallthorpe.

This time I spoke to Elizabeth first. After she had given me a breakdown of what they had done I asked her "Did you do as I asked last night, Elizabeth?"

"Yes Master,

"Tell me about it,"

"This one took Jane to the play room, master as you instructed, master," I expressed my approval, "And secured her to the horse. Then this one bent her over and gave her ten good sharp whacks_"

"Spanks."

"Master?"

"You said 'whacks' not 'spanks', Elizabeth. I told you to spank Jane ten times. What did you use Elizabeth?"

Her voice went very small, "Master this one used a paddle."

"Put Jane on the phone."

Elizabeth's voice was timid as she said "Yes Master" and passed me to my mummy sub.

"Hello Jane. Did you do as you were told last night, were you good to Elizabeth?"

"Yes Master, in your bed and all."

"Good. Now Elizabeth did it wrong last night, she didn't listen to Master properly, did she?" 

"No Master."

"Well Jane, tonight it's your turn. Take Elizabeth to the play-room and return each blow for blow. No more, no less, with a paddle. She must count them, thank you for them and ask you for another. Is that clear Jane?"

"Yes Master."

"And afterwards, Jane what will you do?"

"This one will bring Elizabeth to your bed Master."

"Good girl. Quite right."

I ended the call and went to bed. I was pretty certain that Elizabeth had screwed up on purpose, but that was part of the game wasn't it? Still it was a start and it gave me an idea how it could be used.

I fell asleep quickly that night, looking forwards to going back the Thrallthorpe on Friday.

Wednesday was just another busy day, one of those days that never seem to stop. But Wednesday's saving grace was that it passed quickly because it was so busy. Eva -- the voluptuous fun-bundle from Marketing - was in my office as we ticked off the tasks, as we reached the end Eva looked at me and asked if I wanted to go for something to eat.

"Why not tomorrow night -- after the launch?"

"Everyone will want to go out tomorrow night, besides that I promised I'd make up for you having to miss your day out with your mum. We'll head into Windsor."

I thanked her for the offer -- but there was more I needed to do.

Eva left, to go home. I decided to make my nightly phone call. 

"So Jane? How was Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth was very well behaved Master, she took her paddling very well."

"Did she thank you for each stroke? Did she ask for another?"

"Oh yes Master, this one made sub Elizabeth's bottom red. And then licked it better for her Master." My mum said with glee in her voice.

"That's my good girl, Jane. And good girl Elizabeth. But now I have a new instruction for you both, put me on speaker please Jane.




Inheritance Ch. 01



"You are, neither of you," I told them, "To make yourself, or the other come until I return to Thrallthorpe on Friday night, after that it will be as I decide."

I heard both ladies assent, and went on, "You are not to take any action that would result in you getting off in anyway. You are not to masturbate yourself or the other sub -- do you understand me?"

Just as the two favourite ladies in my life repeated my instructions back to me on speaker Eva came back through the door, "My car won't start, can you run me home_?"

She stood there for a moment, "Was that what it sounded like?"

"I don't know -- what did it sound like?" I looked at her.

"Well, it sounded like ... It sounded like you were giving instructions to two subs to not orgasm before you give them permission on Saturday."

"And if it was that -- is that a problem?"

Eva sat down thought for a few minutes, "Not really, it was just a surprise really."

"Why?"

"I guess I would never have put you as a 'kink' sort of person. You always struck me as a straight sex guy."

"Yeah, well a week ago I'd have agreed with you. But since then I guess, I'm having to learn the ropes, so to speak. And anyway..." Eva looked at me "It's only kinky the first time."

Eva laughed at that. "So what changed in a week?"

"I inherited a pair of subs, along with a load of other stuff."

"Inherited?"

"It's as good a term as any."

"So? What are you going to do with them?"

"I'm not sure I have any choice in the matter." And as I said it once again the enormity of the commitment that was in front of me hit me.

"Do you mind if we change the subject -- there's a lot about this, I'm not comfortable with?"

"Sure!" Eva smiled again, she has a very warm sexy smile, I was going to miss that. No I wasn't, I was going to miss the whole sexy, voluptuous package. "But there's something else I DO want to ask you?" she said.

"Go on." I told her. As I started to close down my computer.

"What's this about you leaving?"

I laughed, it doesn't take things long to get around a small office, even when you don't want them to.

"Yes," I told her, "I finish Friday."

"It wasn't something to do with this launch?" She asked apprehensively. "Are you moving on to something else?"

"I'm moving into the family business." I said quite truthfully, "A position came vacant and it was decided that it was time for me to be involved."

"Oh!" I was gratified to see Eva looked like she would genuinely miss me. "Is it a better job?"

Hmm good one, would it be better to run a business empire worth several hundred million pounds than do the job I'm currently in? "I genuinely don't know." I told her.

"What don't you know?"

"Well, I guess -- it's such a very different sort of job. The planning job is all about organising 'things'. Events, resources, dates and people. This new job has a lot more people in the equation."

"You'll walk it, you're good with people."

"I hope so."

We talked shop for a bit then realised what the time was. "Before we go ... can I ask you a question?"

She nodded, "Okay," I started, "You know a bit about my kink -- what is your kink?"

"Oh I don't know if I can say that!" She looked at me mischievously, "I'm not sure I should tell you -- but, tell you what - if you guess I will."

I sat back, not sure if I wanted to do this. I really like Eva and I would like to get to know her better, but the return to Thrallthorpe on Friday night was very large in my mind.

"We-e-elll! I think you're very sensual, you wear a lot nice textures and you like lots of jewellery that makes a noise when you move." Eva smiled.

"You're a strong woman, you know your own mind." The vision of Eva kneeling naked in front of me flashed through my head again.

"No!" She looked at me questioning, "No!" I laughed.

"I want to say that you like surrendering control occasionally. But that's just too bizarre." I looked into her eyes, looking for confirmation.

Then, she gave just the slightest nod. "So_" I went on. "It's not full submission, but you do like to be under someone's control_" there was more to this though, I knew it.

"And you quite like the idea of being a sub?" I guessed.

Eva nodded, still smiling. I took her hand, there was no resistance as I raised it to my lips and gently kissed her fingers. "Please forgive me if I don't get into this with you right now, but we will have to talk about this very, very soon."

"I'd like that." She said quietly, "I'd like that a lot."

I dropped Eva at home and went on to pick up the books I ordered from Amazon at one of those drop-off points. I know what you're thinking -- I should be back at Eva's screwing the arse off her. Part of me was going spare that I wasn't, but the other part of me, the logical planning part of me had a plan and was sticking to it. So at the moment Eva was a distraction -- a fulsome, voluptuous, gorgeous distraction but a distraction all the same.

Thursday was Launch day. Nothing else.

Caterers came and went, customers came and went, press came and went, and virtually every employee of Allitt's went through the demo suite. I hovered around the back of the audience, ate the obligatory cold chicken legs and boiled rice salad, I just sat back and enjoyed the presentations. Eva spent her time working the press and she sparkled. The sales guys worked the customers - in short it all went off okay. 

Afterwards there was the usual procession to a local watering-hole -- this time in Windsor. 

I went with them but only for a couple of hours. Nine o'clock saw me home and ringing mum.

"Good evening Jane, I greeted her when she answered, "How are you both?"

Her answer was a very natural sounding "Good evening Master Michael."

Jane then brought me up to speed on what they had been doing to get meetings organised. I told here who I wanted them to invite from Allitt's and when. Mum listened, "May this one ask why one wants the person from Allitt's to attend?"

"No, Jane, you may not. It will be enough for you to know I want her to attend."

"Yes Sir."

"Tell me Jane, have you and Elizabeth done as I told you to?"

"Yes Sir!" Jane didn't sound completely convincing. To be honest Elizabeth wasn't that convincing either when I spoke to her. I could see how the game was played now. Well that was the point wasn't it? Now it was time for me to start to play.

"I shall be at Thrallthorpe at eight tomorrow night, be waiting for me."

"Yes, sir!" They answered together.

Friday was a blur, just a week after being summoned home, I was leaving my job, swapping email addresses, friending people on Facebook, clearing my desk. I cried off the farewell drink and went back to my flat to put some things together. I threw my hold-all and messenger bag into the back of my car and set off.

The M4 was solid traffic, the M25 was a complete bitch, the M1 was a car park, and to be honest helicopter is the only way to do the journey. The trip which should have taken about an hour and three quarters took over two and a half hours.

So it was, that five minutes before eight on Friday night I arrived in front of the main door at Thrallthorpe. I pressed the bell. And a minute or so later the big door swung open and my gran stood there in all of her nude glory.

"Hello, Elizabeth , I'm home.

My grandmother led me through the house, her delightful little bum wiggling in front of me into the sitting room. There she joined my mother kneeling front of the fire. This time both women waited with their hands behind them, in the small of their backs. The effect was to push their breasts forwards and up. Their heads were up but their eyes were lowered. Neither wore a stitch of clothing but both wore a collar -- something I would address in time.

I stood in front of them and indicated they should look up. When they did I could see the anticipation and eagerness in their eyes.

"You will both precede me to the playroom." Their expressions stayed neutral but I could see the smiles in their eyes.

They walked up the stairs and along the corridor to the playroom. I was getting hard just watching them move, and there was that feeling of 'bizarre' again. I figured I had to divorce what I was doing from my relationship with the two of them -- at first. They were my subs, they weren't my mum and Gran, yet. Just two little subs who were waiting for their master and who needed their bottoms warming.

They waited for me in the play room. I pointed to sub Jane and indicated the saw horse. She rose and placed herself over the bench, spreading her shapely legs and showing her glistening pussy lips. I took some leather cuffs off the wall, fastening them round her ankle, and clipping them in place so her legs were fixed in place. I reached for some wrist cuffs. Sub Elizabeth was watching eagerly -- her shapely little, perky little pierced boobs rising and falling as she watched her sub daughter prepared. Yes Gran, I thought, you will get some soon.

With her wrists secured to the legs on the other side of the saw horse I was ready to start. I smoothed my hands over the sweet curves of her arse, causing my mum to lift her head and moan, as I ran my fingers down the cleft of her arse and down across her pussy lips, tweaking her full clit. I drew back trailing one finger across her cunt and offered it to her lips. As my mum suckled my finger tasting her juices on it, I stroked her hair.

Then thwack! Rapidly, thwack! Thwack! Thwack! I used a multiple strand flogger on her arse. Each stroke hard enough to sting, each one sounding loud in the room and each one enough to redden the round globes of here delightful bum. Soon Jane's cheeks were blushing under the rain of blows. I could see her hips rising and falling rotating as she ground her pubis against the top of the saw horse. She was panting and her normally immaculate hair was stranding as she sweated. If I had had any doubts about what I was doing and who I was doing it to, and whether she really wanted it, they were gone. My mum was getting off on this.

I paused to stroke her bottom, this was the first time I had ever done this -- yes of course I had done similar -- very light smacking - with girl friends but nothing on this scale. Her arse was glowing cherry red and giving off some real heat. I stroked it gently, rounding my hand across each cheek and leaning forwards to plant kisses on each one, then sliding my fingers up and down the now wet gash of her pussy.

Next I leaned down next to her, teasing her nipples as I did.

"Now Jane -- mummy dear" I said it quietly and could see Elizabeth straining to hear. I almost whispered it, telling her gently, in a lover's tone "I have said you should get ten spanks for wanking me off in the shower."

"Yes, Master." She told me. "Please will you spank me Master?"

"Yes, Jane I will. Ten - wasn't it?" I stood beside her and brought my hand down hard. The slap of flesh against her round ass caused Elizabeth to close her eyes and groan. I could feel Jane raise her hips to me.

"Thank you Master," Jane recited the formula, "That was one, may I have another?"

Smack! "Thank you Master, that was two, may I have another?

"This is not for the wank Jane, you have good hands_" Smack!

"Thank you Master, that was three, may I have another?"

I rubbed her arse gently, pressing my hips forwards I let Jane feel my erection through my jeans. Smack! 

A red hand mark appeared as she thanked me and counted four and asked for a fifth.

"No it was simply that I asked you not to." Smack! The formula clocked up five and asked for a sixth.

"And you will learn to do as you are asked Jane_" Smack! 

"Thank you Master, that was six, may I have another?" Both cheeks, already red, were showing hand prints, and to tell the truth my hand was hurting a little.

"You may Jane." Smack! I kissed her smarting arse as she begged for number eight. Her arse hole was sweet-smelling and clean, I kissed it lingeringly, letting my face rest against her burning flesh but kissing her most sensitive, and delicately scented bumhole gently, lovingly.

Eight landed hard, followed as she had repeated her mantra by nine equally hard, the impact jolting not only Jane's hips but my arm. I heard mum gasp and felt her shake as an orgasm rocked her. I let that go, let her have a freebie, I hadn't told her not to. We were at an exploring place not competing yet. 

I waited before I administered the last blow, caressing, squeezing her bum cheeks, I made sure that Jane felt my love in the touch of my fingers and their caresses, she was close to coming again, her back arched and she pressed backwards as far as she could against my groin and the erection that waited there. The cuffs prohibited her efforts but she strained hard against them.

Smack! Ten landed right in the middle of her left cheek, the handprint red and distinct.

"Oh!" Jane breathed. "Thank you Master, that was the tenth."

I was so turned on that what happened next seemed almost natural. I unzipped myself and plunged my cock deep inside my mum's sopping cunt.

I fucked her eagerly, ferociously, not caring about the punishment her arse had taken. I steadied myself by grabbing her hips and though she winced it didn't stop me. 

In fact it didn't take long, and I shot deep into my mum's hot tight cunt.

As soon as I had finished, I looked around, Elizabeth was motionless in her sub pose, but her eyes were glittering. I pointed at the cum oozing from Jane's pussy.

"Clean Jane up Elizabeth."

"Yes Master!" and she got behind Jane and started cleaning the sticky mess up by gently licking Jane's pussy.

Jane was panting as her head hung forwards. Several times she shook helplessly, confined by the cuffs. I watched Elizabeth -- these two had definitely done this before -- well at least I had done what I set out to do to mum.

"Come here Elizabeth." Grand-dad had fitted the room with a vertical frame, so Elizabeth's wrists were clipped above her head and her ankles spread. There was no mistaking the excitement in her eyes. I stroked her face, running my hands down her throat, before I cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples. Flicking the rings in her teats caused them to grow till they stuck out straight and hard. I took one between my finger and thumb to try something. I tugged it and twisted it -- looking in her eyes all the time. Elizabeth loved it, her breath became ragged and she closed her eyes as she purred in pleasure.

I leaned in and kissed her savagely, it was returned hungrily. I could taste my mum's juices on her lips and my own cum on her tongue.

My hand slide down her stomach, feeling the tautness of her skin and the slick wetness of her pussy. "Mmm!" She moaned as my finger penetrated her.

"Oh Grand mother! What delicious titties you have!" I twisted her nipples again before attaching a pair of clamps. Elizabeth squealed in delight.

"Oh Grandmother! What a tight taut body you have!" With a riding crop I started to tap Elizabeth's body all over but concentrating on her nipples and pussy. While I was getting into what I was doing the duality of the situation flashed past me -- fuck! I was beating my dear old gran with a riding crop. And she was writhing in pleasure while I did it!

"Oh Grandmother what a sweet round arse you have!"

Whack! The crop smacked her left cheek leaving a little red wheal across the skin.

"Thank you Master, may I have another?"

Whack! A vertical line crossed Elizabeth's right cheeks.

"Thank you Master. May I have another?" Whack! One more wheal crossed both cheeks, and I leaned in to kiss her neck.

"Thank you Master," Elizabeth whispered breathlessly, "May I have another?"

"One more Elizabeth." Thwack! A fresh wheal appeared across the upper part of Elizabeth's bun cheeks."

"Thank you Master."

I let Elizabeth hang from her wrists for a moment and unclipped Jane. I made sure she was okay and sent her to my room with instructions.

Next I used the saw horse again and clipped Elizabeth's ankles to it, but, with calves against the legs of the saw horse. I used a two short chains clipped her wrists and drew them back so she leaned back over the saw horse, her hips thrust forwards, exposing her sex to me.

I used the same flogger that I had started on my mother, flicking it lightly across her pubis at first then increasing the weight behind each blow as they continued.

Gran's eyes closed, and she writhed in pleasure, shoving her hips forwards to meet the blows.

I unclipped Elizabeth guiding her to her knees, she picked up on what I wanted and sought my cock with her mouth. It was incredible as she gobbled my prick and -- her hands were still clipped together behind her so she could not use them, just her mouth. Elizabeth's head pumped back and to. I reached out and held her head, fucking her mouth till at last I could feel my cum building up. Leaning forwards I took the nipple clips off. Elizabeth wriggled, and then shook from her head to her feet. That was enough -- I came in my gran's mouth. As I shot string after string of cum into her mouth, and as she swallowed it eagerly Elizabeth's orgasm was a glorious feeling, her mouth flexing around my cock. 

I let my cock fall from Elizabeth's mouth, and pulled her to her feet. Bending, I released the wrist and ankle clips and drew her into my arms.

Her body wrapped itself to mine and we kissed again -- passionately. I was stunned to find I was getting hard again.

I led Elizabeth to my room and to the bathroom where Jane waited in the large square bath, she had put her hair up, and she waited expectantly in the water as I had told her.

I guided Elizabeth into the hot water she winced slightly from the wheals on her arse, and her abused pussy, then she too sat down in the water. I joined them both and our limbs tangled beneath the hot water. 

The next few minutes were spent touching, teasing, tasting as we explored each other. It was gentle and loving, and all the while it was going on I made sure that it was me doing the touching, the teasing and Jane and Elizabeth doing the tasting. 

I teased Elizabeth's clitoris, guided her nipple to where Jane could suckle it. Soon I had Elizabeth gasping and we worked her to several little orgasms. Then while Elizabeth lay back in the water, eyes closed and recovering I worked Jane's pussy against my thigh as I mouthed her nipples -- each in turn, then gently I started teasing her bum, stroking the pucker of her arse, and slipping a finger inside. I drew Jane to me --leaving her nipples but still working her clit against my thigh. Our kisses were gentle and loving, our tongues teased each other, as my finger slid in and out of Jane's snug little bum, each move made her jerk. She gave little squeaks of delight then all of a suddenly she pushed herself away from me and wailed her cum out loud. I pulled her back to me, absorbing her scream in my mouth.

Once Jane was finished I took both women by the hand and led them out of the bath. Jane had made towels ready earlier, and towelled and dried we went to the huge bed.

Lying between these two gorgeous sensual women I let them have their way with my aching cock.

There is absolutely nothing like having two women working on your cock, sucking it, licking it, loving it. It's a barrage of sensation that can overwhelm the senses. I tried very hard -- and it was so difficult - not to let myself give way to the feeling. More than that, I had to do something, had to be in control. 

All I wanted to do was surrender and let their enthusiastic tongues take me to a shattering cum. But I wriggled a finger into each of their wet cunts, teasing their clitorises.

I started thinking about other things, anything but the exquisite feeling of two tongues licking my cock. Then Elizabeth stuck her finger in my arse and I couldn't help it. I came so hard I nearly blacked out.




Inheritance Ch. 01



Jane and Elizabeth tussled over who would capture the creamy cum and both of them quickly gathered a mouth full which they then swapped it between them in a lingering kiss.

I was done, I had come more times in one evening that I had in months, and despite pouting lips from both women I settled down to sleep, commanding them to do the same. 

Once again I was being generous and allowed both subs to sleep in the bed with me. The last thing I felt as I fell asleep was a kiss on my cheek from my mum. I don't care how old you are, that always feels good.



Inheritance Ch. 01



He could feel their mental stress building, if he didn't let them cum soon they might very well go insane so horny where they. He increased his pace pounding into the older woman as hard as he could while pulling her daughter to him pressing her bare sweaty body against his; he could feel his balls start to tighten and knew he would cum soon. Releasing both of their mental block all three came at the same time, the daughter collapsed on top of her mother while Trent emptied his load inside the muscles of the older woman's pussy milking his cock of every last drop of cum until it was flowing out from between her legs. Trent collapsed on the other side enjoying the afterglow of sex. Sending out another mental command the daughter got up and spreading her mother's legs proceeded to clean all of his cum out from inside with her tongue which caused the older woman to cum again now that the blocks had been removed. The younger woman's task now complete she lay beside them both her and Trent resting their heads on her mother full firm breasts. Trent fell asleep on the older woman's warm flesh.



Inheritance Ch. 02



He was in a strange room; the room was some sort of ancient hall, battle standards of odd design covered ancient stone work. People moved to and fro through the room conversing through their words were lost to him; the whole affair had the atmosphere of a party though there was something odd about the people. Trent moved through the room, even though there were people everywhere the sound was odd it was more like he was listening to a recording from the bottom of a well then actually being in the same room with them.

The party guests where of an odd aspect, their features where of an alien cast though Trent couldn't quite put his finger on how they were different. The women where all voluptuous and statuesque and while the men where well built and muscular, though the women wore gowns of exquisite cut the men where all wearing what appeared to be armor though it was of a design Trent had never seen before. A large man near the center of the room seemed to pull Trent to him like iron to a loadstone, the man was massive even by the standards of the other men at the party, his armor was deepest ebony and he wore but a single piece of jewelry, a golden ring with a red stone.

Trent jerked awake his dream fading before his eyes as he gradually regained his sense of equilibrium. Through there had been nothing overtly hostile about his dream the strange people in the hall filled him with a nameless dread. He felt like he had been there before, it felt more like a memory then a dream.

"What's happening?" asked a sleepy voice from beneath him 

Looking down Trent remembered the debauchery he had finished with shortly before his nap. Mother and daughter lay cuddled around him their bare flesh pressing against his body as well as each others. 

Trent smiled wickedly enjoying the sight of their bodies.

"Nothing, nothing go back to sleep." He said

Reaching into their minds again he gently pushed them back into unconsciousness ensuring that they would sleep deeply for awhile after he left. Disengaging himself from their embrace he gathered his clothing from where he had tossed it in his haste to copulate earlier.

"Time to go find some more fun." He said to himself

Leaving the two naked women on his bosses desk he smiled to himself wondering what his boss would say when he finely got back to his office and discovered them there. Trent walked out into the hot afternoon enjoying the sun on his face.

"Time to get to work." He said

***

Walking back into his apartment he sighed as the cool recycled air washed over him. He had spent all day wondering around down town paying a visit to the various corporate giants setting himself up as a "consultant". While he had no interest doing any work for any of them his new position in a dozen different firms ensured that he had access to a nearly inexhaustible amount of money from which to draw from.

"First thing tomorrow I am going to find a better place to live." He said to himself "I wonder what Kim is up to?" he mused

Detaching his consciousness Trent stood up, looking back he could see his body which for all intense and purpose appeared to be sleeping on his couch. While he had only been able to accomplish this by accident before he was a quick study and a day of fiddling with the ring had given him a greater degree of control. Trent examined his hand noticing it's now ghostly quality, reaching out he passed his hand right through the near by lamp.

"Perfect." He said

He set off in the direction of Kim's apartment, passing through the wall separating them he paused to reorient himself. The lights where out in her apartment though he could see some seeping out from under her bed room door. Moving towards the light he could hear what sounded of heavy breathing accompanied by the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh. Phasing through the door he saw to figures on the bed, one was clearly Kim he recognized her well developed body from his earlier voyeuristic experience and the other was her boy friend, John, oh Joe or something like that. Kim was moaning loudly, her clothes and been tossed about the room in what appeared to be a rush of animalistic desire. Lying on her back her legs bent so far back her ankles where almost on her shoulders she was getting pounded by her boy friend.

Trent walked closer, he felt an odd sensation the nearer he got to the couple, some sort of magnetic attraction, he felt like he was being pulled to them. He reached out towards them expecting his hand to phase right through the other mans back like it had before but instead the room around him jerked and the room spun around him.

"Ohhh... why are you stopping hun? Kim panted confusion showing on her face

Trent looked down, his perspective had changed, before he had been watching the couple fucking from over their shoulders but now he was looking straight down a Kim's nude body. He raised his hand looking at it shocked at what he saw, a large spiraling tribal symbol moved from the back of his hand down his wrist and up his arm. He realized now that when he had touched the man's arm he had somehow phased inside of him and taken control of his body.

"Sorry." He grunted

He spread her lags further apart sliding his rigid cock in and out of her tight pussy slowly getting the feel of controlling the other mans body. While not as big in certain key areas as his original body this one wasn't bad by any standards, leaning down he bit Kim's neck playfully before grabbing her ample breasts playfully eliciting a surprised squeal from her.

"You get on top." He commanded

"I thought you hated cow girl?" Kim asked surprised

"I changed my mind, I feel like trying something different tonight." He said 

Rolling over onto his back he pulled her up on top of him positioning the head of his cock just outside the opening of her pussy. He pulled her down thrusting it all the way inside of her. They worked up a rhythm Kim lifting herself up sliding almost all the way off his cock before slamming back down while he bucked his hips meeting her as she came down her full breasts bouncing erotically as he bottomed out his cock inside her. He reached up his arm snaking behind her head pulling her down to a passionate kiss. He pulled her body tight against his feeling her chest pressing into his; using one arm to keep her firm against him he rapidly thrust his hips up and down assaulting her tender pussy brutally. She moaned in his ear as his rapid penetration brought her quickly to climax the muscles of her pussy griping his cock.

"Wow you have never done that before!" She panted still trying to recover from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced.

Trent rolled over onto his side pulling her with him, he spooned her, pulling her body tight against him. He slid his hand up her knee over her leg up her belly finishing with her breast gripping it firmly, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger enjoying her squirming against him in pleasure. Lifting her leg he exposed her pussy which was already soaking wet from his careful attentions to her body, taking his cock he slapped it gently on the outside of her pussy stimulating her clit, slowly he moved it just inside the outer lips of her vagina sliding it up and down gathering her moisture on his tip.

"God just put it in me!" she begged

He thrust inside of her, one hand having a firm grip on her left breast while the other maintained a tight grip on her right hip using her body has hand holds to get better leverage he pounded her mercilessly. He could feel his balls start to tighten and knew that he was about to cum he quickly pulled out of her, grabbing a first full of hair he pulled her into a kneeling position just in time. He grunted loudly as he painted her face with his cum. She gasped in surprise as evidently this was the last thing she had expected but she did nothing to try and stop him, finishing cumming he rubbed the tip of his cock on her lips and she obliged opening her mouth and pulling the whole length into it she lovingly cleaned it off.

"Wow that was amazing!" she said sighing in pleasure before getting up and heading to the bathroom to clean off.

She retuned from the bathroom climbing back into bed they cuddled up together neither making any effort to get dressed again. She laid her head on his chest and she was quickly asleep. Trent rested a moment enjoying the after glow of sex. Focusing again he stepped out of the body, fighting upward out of the stranger's flesh he was again looking downward at the nude couple laying together in bed. The other man free at last of the intruding mental presence quickly drifted off to sleep his body exhausted not only from his earlier exercise but also from the strain of a foreign mind.

"Well that was different." Trent mused to himself

He hadn't been expecting that but was definitely a lot more fun then just watching them. He turned around reorienting on his apartment he moved back through the walls catching a glimpse of a young woman showering he paused watching her soap up her lithe body in the hot water. He decided he would have to save her for another time his recent activity has worn him out. He moved back to his body, reaching out and touching it the way he had with Kim's boy friend the same sensation of the room spinning happened again and he was back in his body. His neck and shoulders where stiff from sitting in the same uncomfortable position for so long and he made a mental note to lay in bed or something before trying that again. Crawling into bed he quickly drifted into sleep.

***

He was again in the strange hall but this time he was alone except for the fearsome warrior. Though he couldn't tell for sure it felt like a great deal of time had passed since the party had happened. The dark warrior sat on a throne at one end of the room glaring into the shadows which abounded in the poorly lit room brooding alone. The warriors eyes darted up meeting Trent's own and an icy sensation went down his back; he had the sinking suspicion that the warrior could see him.

"Yes I can see you." He said "just like I could see the other members of your family when the intruded into my hall."

"Where am I? and who are you?" Trent asked

"I am Yog-Sargon," said the warrior "and this is my memory"

"What do you mean your memory?" Trent asked

"Me and my kind lived about 1.5 million years ago. The ring your wearing now is imbued with my essence." He said holding up the ring which was the twin to Trent's own

"Your essence?" Trent asked still confused

"I guess your people call it a soul, which is as good as any other word I guess. It should grant you a number of abilities while you have it on." He said

"It does, I can control minds and I can leave my body and take over the bodies of others." He said proud of himself

"Those are only superficial abilities, with more practice you can do so much more; it should allow you to enhance your own strength and durability, move from location to location instantly, alter your appearance or that of others and project energy from your body in a number of different forms including kinetic, electric and others." He said

"Wow..." said Trent "but wait why are you telling me all this?"

"I'm just trying to be... helpful..." said the warrior mysteriously "Now, I think you're about to..."

"Wake up!" said someone above him

Trent sat up abruptly colliding heads with the person who was leaning over his bed

"Son of a..." Trent started, looking up he saw it was his next door neighbor Kim leaning over him looking abashed.

"Sorry," she said "I knocked and the door was open, I tried calling out and even shaking you but you weren't responsive. I was starting to get worried." She said

He realized that part of her embarrassment sprung from the fact that he usually slept in little more then boxers and today was no exception when he had sat up he gave her a view of pretty much everything he had to offer. Curious as to what she thought he snuck inside her mind.

"Wow he is a lot more toned then I would have guessed..." she thought "I wonder if his dick is bigger the Joseph's...?"

He smiled to himself at how sexual her thoughts where, he could already feel her body getting more excited by the thoughts of him and from his link to her mind he could sense her pussy getting wet and her nipples hardening though her mind was trying to suppress these feelings because of a sense of loyalty to her boy friend. He dived deeper trying to find more about her boy friend though she was trying to keep the thoughts out of her mind, she seemed to be conflicted. After rooting around in her mind he found what he was looking for, she had been having a lot of problems with her boy friend lately, not only had he been distant and abusive lately he hadn't been able to get it up for more then a couple of minutes before last night and she suspected he was cheating on her too.

"Are you ok?" she asked

Trent realized that he had been sitting staring at her while he rooted around in her head and he suspected that it was more then a little creepy.

"What? Oh yea sorry, I guess I'm still a little sleepy." He responded "So what's up?"

"I was wondering if you had a cup of sugar I could borrow?" she asked hopefully

"Yea of course, come on it's in the kitchen." He responded

He climbed out of bed, glancing around her located a pair of crumpled up sweats on the floor, pulling them on he led her off to the kitchen to set her up with her sugar. Rifling around in his cupboards, finely finding the bag he realizes it is only about a third full.

"Here its only like a third full," he said "You might as well just take the whole thing."

"Are you sure? I don't want to take it all if you need it?" she asked

"Don't worry about it I will go to the store later." He said

"Thank you so much you're a life saver!" she said

He escorted her back towards the door admiring the way her perfectly sculpted ass flexed through the thin cloth of her sweats and the slight bounce of her ample breasts as she walked. Still connected to her mind he was starting to get a feed back loop she was still aroused from seeing him earlier and he was aroused from being in her mind while she was aroused and was noticing things about her body and remembering things from last night that made him more aroused which leaked back into her mind through the link which made her more aroused and so forth. He quickly broke of the link before things got out of hand and they pounced on each other. Closing the door behind her as she left he could smell the lingering sent of her arousal in the air and decided that before he went out to find an apartment he would masturbate.

***

Trent stepped out of the elevator into the penthouse apartment, built on the very top floor of a sky rise in the heart of down town this apartment made the 4th that he had looked at today. Since he had a great deal of money now thanks to his fairly shady business deals he could afford to be discriminating.

"The pent house has four bed rooms, three and a half baths with a Jacuzzi tub and a glass paneled shower in the master bath. The kitchen comes with a state of the art refrigerator and range as well as full granite countertops. The deck overlooks the park blocks and the pool on the lower level. It also has its own parking spot in the underground lot and of course a key is required to activate the elevator to this level." Said the real-estate manager "Do you have any questions?"

"How much is it a month?" he asked

"$10,000 plus utilities and you have to sign a one, two or five year lease." Said the manager

"I will take it and I will give you the money for five years right now, will check be ok?" he asked

"You have $600,000 right now?" asked the manager surprised

"Of course, now would you like cash or a check?" He asked smugly 

"Check will be fine..." said the manager

Sensing uncertainty and more then a little suspicion from his link with the manager's mind Trent gently pressed down his doubts and replaced them with feelings of contentment and trust.

"This man is obviously trust worthy, there is no one I would rather have living here then him, I had better get him to sign the lease fast before I loose him to another building!" Trent inserted into the managers mind

"That will be great! Why don't we go down to my office and sign the paper work now, I can give you the key and you can be moved in before bed time!" said the manager

***

He chuckled to himself as he walked in the door to his old apartment, while he had easily bent to the managers will about the price on the apartment he doubted any tenant in the building had gotten their keys before their check had even cleared. Tonight would be his last night in his old apartment. While he had already ordered a bunch of new stuff ranging from a top of the line plasma big screen TV to a king sized bed it wouldn't be delivered to his new building until the next day and as much as he had tired no amount of mental manipulation could pull a TV our of thin air.

Trent turned hearing muffled shouts coming through the walls from Kim's apartment.

"I wonder what that's all about." He asked himself "well I guess I don't have to wonder anymore I can go see."

He lay down on his bed, making sure this time that he was in a more comfortable position then he had been the last time he had tried this stunt. Stepping out of his body he quickly phased through the walls into Kim's apartment. Kim was sitting on her bed completely naked; her hair disheveled with tears rolling down her cheek, her head was hung in shame as her boy friend yelled at her.

"Its your fucking fault I cant get it up!" Joseph shouted "Maybe if you worked out a little or got some plastic surgery then I would be more attracted to you!"

"I'm sorry..." Kim sobbed

"Yea you always are sorry aren't you?" he said snidely "You're pathetic."

Trent's face contorted in rage, he had always hated abuse and although her boy friend hadn't lifted a finger against her emotional abuse was in many ways much worse because of the long lasting mental scares it left behind preventing intimacy and trust for many years.

He reached into her mind, feeling her helplessness and despair he pressed these down and dug deep within her to her core where he found a spark of rage. He focused on her anger building it up until in consumed all of the pain and embarrassment that he had caused.

"You call me pathetic when you can't even get a fucking boner? You're pathetic I can't believe I haven't realized it before, get the fuck out of my house you pathetic freak and don't ever call me again, we are through and this time for good!" she said

"How dare you talk to me like that you slut!" he said

He pulled his arm back getting ready to slap her across the face but Trent reached into his mind before he could finish, messing with his self control and balance. Joseph tripped losing is balance, he tried to get up again but barely got to his feet before falling over again.

"God you really are pathetic, are you drunk?" Kim asked

Joseph tired to rally once again finely making it to his feet before winding up in another attempt to punish Kim. Trent lashed out with his mind knocking the other man flying while Kim laughed oblivious of the cause of her now ex boy friends odd behavior. 

"I'm a pathetic woman beating piece of scum, I need to get out of here and never bother her again." Trent inserted into Joseph's mind, adding blocks to make sure he didn't forget it or change his mind later.

He stood up turned about and left the apartment for good closing the door behind him. Trent had also made sure that he forgot his clothes and that he wouldn't notice it until he was half way home. Kim was in stitches at her ex's behavior a feeling which Trent amplified smoothing out the pain and erasing her former boy friends words from her mind. By the time he was done her ex was little more then a distant memory, more like something that had happened to someone else instead of to her. 




Inheritance Ch. 02



Roxy was a fine looking slut. She had apparently done porn in some of Stan's films. She was dressed in a mini skirt that barely covered her round peachy ass. Her stomach was bare and her massive chest was wrapped in a black bikini top. Her long toned legs were wrapped in black fishnet stockings and she had black high heeled platforms on.

I think she could tell I was a touch nervous. 

"Come on, sir, fuck this naughty girl, teach her how to be good whore. I'll do anything you can think of' she purred at me. 'I'll suck your cock, spit on me, slap me it's all good. C'mon fuck me up, I deserve it."

I looked in the trunk Stan had left out, just what I was looking for. A dildo gag. I picked it out and pushed the dildo in to her mouth, Roxy didn't even gag as I did the clasp up at the back of her head. That was better, silence. I pulled a collar leash out of the trunk and put it around her neck. I led Roxy to the bed and tied her to the post at the foot of it. I undressed and grabbed a hand full of Roxy's hair and moved her face so I could slap my hard cock down on to her pretty face, she moaned through the gag as I rubbed myself round her face. I gathered a mouth full of my spit and allowed it to dribble from my mouth on to her forehead. I hit my cock on to the puddle which made a delightfully wet slapping noise.

I pulled Roxy to her feet, and by virtue of the leash she had to bend at the waist so as not to choke her self. This presented her fine ass, grabbing her hair again and pulling her head back I started to spank her ass with my spare hand. Her grunts were muffled by the rubber cock in her throat, the exact place I want to be next. I removed her gag and Roxy started to talk again. 

"Thank you sir for...." 

"Shut the fuck up." I said as I push my cock down her mouth.

"No gag, she can't have gag reflex." I thought. So I decided to find out. I was thrusting my cock in out of her mouth at rapid pace. She showed no discomfort at my efforts. So I pulled her head down till her nose was just touching my stomach and then I pinched her nose. Soon she looked at me with panic in her eyes, her knees going weak as her lungs began to burn. I let her go. She pulled her head off my cock and gasped at the air rushing into lungs.

"Shut up, slut. I don't want to hear you speak again, just do as I tell you .Does your father know what you do for a living?" I questioned Roxy.

"No." came the sheepish reply.

"Ring him."

"I can't he'll kill me."

"Do I need to get Stan? Fucking ring him now."

Roxy looked resigned to it, I undid the leash and she got her mobile phone from her bag. She dialed the number and gave the handset to me. I pushed her to knees and motioned for her to start sucking me again. The phone picked up.

"Hello."

"Hello my name is Paul and I'm calling about your daughter. I just wanted to tell you how good a little cocksucker she is. She's on her knees now and I'm enjoying her oral delights! Here let her tell you, straight from the whores' mouth." I put the phone down to Roxy's mouth. 

"Tell him." I ordered her. 

"D...d...daddy I'm a cocksucking whore." She whimpered.

"Ha ha see." I giggled down the phone and hung up.

I moved Roxy over to the desk and bent her over it. Pushing my cock into her soft wet pussy hole she let out a low moan. She was tight but wet; I began pumping at her cunt. I pulled at the knot on her bikini, it fell away allowing me at her massive breasts. I started to slap her tits, she was uncomfortable but I was getting into my stride. I took a pen from the desk and began to push it in to her ass. Roxy's moaning got louder as I fucked her pussy faster and the pen worked deeper. The pen was covered in her ass juice, I pushed it to her mouth and through her unwilling lips, and she finally submitted and sucked it clean. That was enough for me, my climax was building, I pulled out of her pussy and forced Roxy back to her knees so she could take my load on her face. My first spurt caught her up the side of her face and was soon followed by one more to her chin and the rest of my effort dribbled and dripped on to her forehead.

"Now fuck off." I said to her as I put my pants on.

A week later.

Stan and I were sitting at the table in a restaurant, Penny next to me and Roxy to the left of Stan. Penny looked worse for ware, but Roxy was giving me the eye. Clearly she had enjoyed the treatment that I had dished out to her the week before. I was hoping that I would get to fuck her again at some point. Stan was gushing over the now edited film of Penny's ordeal and how much it was going to make him. Internet sales had gone through the roof and she was a web sensation. Penny had mentioned that she could no longer live back in England as she was too embarrassed to go back, sure that she would recognised. This had got me thinking.

Over diner I asked Stan if he wanted to go in to legitimate business. I suggested that I would buy a suitable property for a new nightclub in the states and open it with the same business plan that Penny was using at BJ's. To say that Stan was interested would be a lie, he was over the moon. The profits would in 70/30 split in my favour but I agreed to throw Penny in as a sweetener to be his PA. Obviously she would be bound to a very similar contract that she had with me but that was for them to sort out. Stan agreed, however; Penny looked less than impressed. It was then that I broached a separate proposal with Stan, the purchase of Roxy.

Back at Stan's apartment we continued our business discussions in a somewhat more relaxed atmosphere. Having settled upon a price of $400,000 for Roxy and sorted our contracts with the nightclub and the exchange of Penny, I was being entertained by the wonderfully perverse sight of my old PA being fucked in her tight virgin ass by Roxy and a massive 10inch black strap-on. Roxy was having the most fun, she had Penny bound face down with her ass in the air and exposed. Roxy could do as she pleased to my former PA while Stan and I concluded our business. 

Roxy was over the moon to come back London with me. I showed her the apartment at the back of BJ's and told her this was her home. I agreed to give her an allowance of £5000 a month, with conditions of course. I started to train Roxy to manage the club and how to please me. I demanded that she, when around me for extended periods of time, dressed accordingly. Bikinis and high heels, Stockings and garter belts with heels or her school girl look were all acceptable. When alone with me, Roxy was more than happy to cater to my sexual needs. A typical day would start with Roxy giving me a blowjob as I took my morning shower, followed by a brief where she would present the previous nights figures. I would generally have a video conference with Stan about my investment over the pond, invariably it was good news. Lately, I was becoming stagnant at work I was yearning for something new. I had more than enough money to retire, but I wanted something to keep my interest. I had been thinking long and hard about a new venture, and so Fantasy Fuck was born. I offered Stan the chance to buy me which he did for £25 million and went about my new business in earnest. More on that later.

At this time I had begun to find a new interest in my PA, Roxy. She was not only a good and easy fuck, but she enjoyed being submissive. So as soon as we moved to my new house outside London, I began to train her to be the perfect fuck toy and slave. Seeing as my property was detached and set in its own land, I could do as pleased with out fear of the being seen. A slaves charter was written so that Roxy had guidelines to follow. Disobedience was punished. Roxy was to be dressed in lingerie consisting of black high heels, black stockings and suspenders, a black bra and a collar or a French maid uniform and collar at all times, no exceptions. She was to be available for use at all times, no walking allowed. Roxy was to crawl everywhere and she was not to speak unless spoken to. Punishments were as I saw fit for the crime. She agreed to these rules, and the first night of her new life as slave was eventful. I had been setting up a bondage and BDSM room, her new room. This was where she was to sleep and live from now on. Roxy was asleep when I crept in. I was already hard. I quietly stepped to her bed, I grabbed her shoulders a roughly pushed her on to her chest while I pushed my knees in to her thighs to open her legs. She awoke with a startled scream and tried to turn over. I pulled her thong to one side and pushed my hard dick into her dry pussy, she screamed again but out of pain this time. She was beginning to realise what was going on and began to settle down,

"ugh ugh." As I thrust in and out of her rapidly moistening cunt.

"ugh ugh ugh oh, rape me sir, rape me."

I push her head in to the pillow and continued to plough her cunt, faster and faster, I fucked till I could hold on no more I pulled out of her ravaged pussy and shot my load on the one pillow she had to sleep on. By the time I had finished her pillow had big wet patches on it. I told her to lick my cock clean and to not turn the pillow over, she had to sleep with her face in my cum. As I left the room I asked her.

"What are you, Roxy?"

"I'm a rape whore, sir." She quietly answered.

"Good" I said as I walked out.

I began to use Roxy quite extensively, and she was becoming very receptive to being used. I decided to have a little get together. I instructed Roxy to invite Stan and two of his 'friends' to the house and to bring Penny with as well. The day came and I had Roxy prepare herself for the evening. She was dressed in black heels the usual black stockings and suspenders and a black evening gown that showed her cleavage and was slit up the front to her to waist line. Stan and his entourage arrived and where shown in to the reception room. Roxy stood at the back of the room and topped drinks up as they ran empty. She spoke to no one, and no one spoke to her. By now the naked Penny was on her knees, crawling 'round the room and asking if she could be of any service to guests. She reached me and asked if I required her services. I told her to wait while I spoke to Stan. I asked him what employment he had found for Penny. Apparently she was running his club in the day and by night she was vip entertainment. Penny it seemed was the bait to seal Stan's increasingly dodgy deals. She had been gang fucked, face fucked, ass fucked, and generally abused almost everyday since I had passed her on to Stan. Now she was on her knees in front of me begging to suck my cock again. 

I unzipped my fly and my hardening cock sprang out. Penny dipped her head and opened her mouth as my dick slipped over her tongue and down her throat; she continued to push her mouth down my hard cock until her chin was supporting my balls. As I gasped in pleasure, she stared straight in to my eyes and winked at me. I could feel her tongue massaging the underside of my dick. She began to dip her head up and down my shaft. She would pause every so often to slap her face with my cock and then return to sucking me. She paused while my cock was deep in her throat; Penny took my hands from my hips and placed them on her head. It was as if she was encouraging me to fuck her head. I needed little more than asking and began to thrust, as I pushed into her throat, she showed no discomfort or gag, it was just like fucking a pussy. I was close to climax and Penny ran her hands up quads and slipped something in to my pocket. She winked at me again as I pumped my cum into throat. She crawled away from me, leaving my dick dripping with my cum and her spittle. I ordered Roxy to come over and clean my cock with her mouth and then to zip me up. She looked less than impressed with the request, but did as instructed. 

As the evening wore on and our business discussions came to end, my attention and that of Stan and his two friends turned to Penny and Roxy. Stan grabbed Penny and pushed her on to all fours and the three men proceeded to use Penny's holes in each of them taking turns in each of her womanly pleasures. I had the idea that we should all cum in Roxy's mouth, so as each man reached his limit, Roxy went to him and collected his cum in her mouth. Soon she had all four loads in her mouth and I told her to share it with Penny. Roxy leaned over the exhausted Penny and allowed the cum to slip from her lips and drip onto Penny's mouth and face. As they cum ran from her mouth they began to kiss each other and rub the cum into their faces.

Two days later after reviewing the information on the SD card that Penny had slipped into my pocket, it became clear that Stan was skimming off the top and stealing from me. Penny had given me all the evidence I needed. The financial reports were there for all to see. Penny must have been putting this together for months. I just didn't know how to proceed. I wanted my business back, and I wanted my money back. I needed the police, but lets be fair, if they looked deeply into my recent past it was likely to lead me in to trouble as well. I needed a bent copper. 

DCI Jones had been round the club a few times he had even sniffed around Roxy till he realised she was my whore, but now I needed him. I invited him to the vip area of BJ's I sat Roxy next to him with instructions to give him all the alcohol he wanted and to keep his interest up. He fell for her hook line and sinker, his hands were soon wandering. He would slap her ass as she served his drinks; they were wandering up her thighs as she 'laughed' at his jokes and pawing at her tits as they talked in the booth. Of course the conversation inevitably turned to sex soon, Roxy was in her element up and lap dancing for him, rubbing her cunt in his lap and pushing her tits in his face. It was now that I sat next to him, he looked in shock as he realised I had seen all of what he had done.



Inheritance Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Or sometimes you just don't see it coming! 

It really would help you understand what has happened so far in this story if you read the first part first and then this, the second part, second. It would make everything more sensible. This is a fiction; all of the characters are made up. Oh and they're all over 18. Enjoy! 

I woke up that Saturday morning with a lithe, slim naked body nestled under one arm, and a slightly softer, slightly rounder, equally naked body under the other. I also had a raging hard on. I knew they were neither of them asleep so I lifted my arms, and took both of their hands and placed them on my cock. They were well trained and both slid down in the bed and started working on my hard on.

I stretched as I let them work. 

Fuck me! Seriously? If you ever get the chance to let two women suck your cock -- go for it! 

To take my mind off the gloriously sensual tongues working my cock I thought back to the night before and considered where I was at that point. 

A week earlier I had discovered that I had inherited an astronomical amount of money, a large number of properties and a large house, and a business portfolio from my grandfather. More startlingly I had also inherited his two long term submissives -- who, I was stunned to find, are my mum and my grandmother! 

Last night I had taken possession of the two subs and administered a punishment session to them both for their misbehaviour during the week. I had committed several acts of incest, and was in the process of becoming a repeat offender now. 

If I had had any doubts that I was committed to my new life my mum sucking each ball and my gran cramming my knob down her throat helped to get rid of them. I could feel my bladder was full -- and pissing on my gran was still an alien concept to me, so I reached down and separated the two gorgeous women from my tool. Then I went through to the bathroom with both women scurrying along beside me.

"What do we do about breakfast in this house?" I asked as I pissed.

"What would Master like for breakfast?" my mum asked.

I thought for a second -- I would normally have been very relaxed and content to let someone else set the menu. Now I was the Master of the house, it was my job to choose and say what breakfast would be -- not just for me but for mum and gran as well.

"Scrambled eggs and toast, juice, and coffee."

"Very good Master Michael. May this one ask a question Master?" Gran asked.

I said that she could. 

"Does the Master, wish for his two adoring subs to eat as well?" 

I had forgotten! Now, here was a question.

"Yes. I would, thank you Elizabeth. So while I shower, Jane, you make breakfast for us all and Elizabeth can assist me in the shower."

"Yes, Master Michael." They chorused.

My gran helped me to soap up -- her hands soft with the soap, as she lathered my hair and body. She caressed my back and slid her hands down between my ass crack. She moved round in front of me and started to soap my front, and I started to caress her breasts -- my gran has got great little perky boobs, with pierced nipples, something I am still trying to come to terms with. Anyway she batted my hands away -- this was about me being assisted in the shower not her.

Her other hand soaped my cock and like my mum had the week previously, she started a leisurely but very effective wank. I reached around her shoulders and pulled her to me. Elizabeth's lithe body pressed itself to mine, moulding itself to me. I reached around behind her and lifted her, clasping my hands underneath her cute little bum.

Our kissing had switched from sensual to hungry, Elizabeth's supple tongue and mine met in a lingual duel. Her hands roamed across my body till she clasped her hands round my neck. I slid my hard cock into her, feeling her labial piercing against my skin. 

I pressed Elizabeth back against the wall of the shower, keeping her impaled on my cock and supported by my hips. I took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and twisted them hard.

Gran moaned into my mouth as I tugged, I tugged a bit harder, and squeezed them harder. Elizabeth came with a shudder, and once again our kisses became ravenous as I started to fuck her hard, as brutally as I could. I slammed into her forcing her up against the wall. Using one hand to slap her arse, I started to cum and shot my seed deep into my gran as she moaned her second orgasm.

We stood together as I let my cock soften and slide from her. Elizabeth stayed with her legs wrapped round my hips, her arms around my shoulders. The warm water fell on us both but she looked me in the eyes and said "Thank you Master."

"Thank you, Elizabeth." I replied.

Then in a very un-submissive way my gran leaned in and kissed my cheek, "Thank you Michael." She whispered.

"Love you Gran." I whispered back.

After we had showered, and sub Elizabeth had towelled me off, we sat at breakfast with Jane. I had a light t shirt and pair of black tracksuit bottoms on, both women were naked apart from their collars, and waited side by side for permission to sit down. I indicated they should sit down and eat.

I wanted to ask how I was doing, I wanted to check I was doing it right, but inside I was telling myself that firstly it didn't matter what I was doing so long as I was being the dominant and engaging them in their game. I'm the boss, I told myself, I set the rules, my goals were our collective pleasure. Their goals were to push those rules and explore what they had to do for their reward -- pain and pleasure rewards dispensed by me. 

Plus - I told myself - it wasn't very 'Dom-like' to check my skills with the subs. Imagine it -- thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "How is this for you? Am I doing this right?" I think not.

"So," I asked, to divert my mind, and learn more about my new house, "Is it just us all the time? I'd have

thought this place takes a fair bit of looking after."

"Yes, Sir, it does," my gran told me.

"But it's not just you and Jane, is it Elizabeth?" 

"No Master, though we try and have the place to ourselves at week-ends, we do have staff who work during the week."

"Do these staff know anything about your sexuality?" Both of them smiled.

"There are a couple Master, a very select few who know things. They support us with their discretion and are very well rewarded as a result, sir."

"And what about you two? What kind of daily routine do you normally have?" 

"Whatever Master wants us to have." They replied almost in unison.

"No." I told them patiently. I was enjoying the master thing but sometimes I thought it would be nice to just get a straight answer. "If it was just the two of you what would your day be like?"

Elizabeth started off, "Well Master Michael, we would finish breakfast, clear away the breakfast dishes and go to our gym for an hour_"

"Okay!" I said and indicated they should follow me, "We'll start there and have a swim as well."

Jane remained standing by the breakfast table. 

"Yes Jane?" I asked my mum.

"If the Master would allow it, these two subs have something for the Master this afternoon. Something we'd dearly like him to see, if he would."

"At what time Jane?"

She told me it was planned for half past two, I reached out and took her hand drawing with me and Elizabeth towards the gym and the pool, "Okay Jane, Two-thirty it will be."

We sent a pleasant hour in the well equipped gym -- both women had quite hard routines that they followed, which explained their condition. "Master John insisted on it." Elizabeth told me as they stood for my inspection, hands clasped in the small of their backs, weight over the left foot and right foot slightly forwards.

I walked around them, this was a presentation pose, and I took the chance to give both of my wonderful women the once over. I had a small hand towel which I twisted in my hands as I walked around. Grand-dad John had certainly instilled the right habits in his wife and daughter -- my gran and my mother. 

My gran -- a lean, clean, fucking machine, Elizabeth stood there proudly with the rings in her nipples gleaming. A light sheen of perspiration shone on her shoulders and in between her breasts. I trailed my fingers across the top of her buttocks, raised them to my nose, smelled them. The tips were deliciously musky, I tasty the salt sweat on them. I offered them to my gran, she suckled on them hungrily.

My mum -- the more solid of the two, but not fat in any way, the difference between the two women was the difference between two sports women, one lighter -- a runner or a cyclist, one heavier -- a rower or a field athlete. But both women were well-toned and muscled. My mum's breasts were bigger and sat voluptuously on her chest, her large nipples in a semi-permanent state of arousal. She too was sheened with the sweat of working out. This time I gently stroked my finger tips between Jane's breasts, touching them to the tip of my tongue and then offering them to her mouth. This time Jane just licked, slowly, sensuously, her tongue dragging my fingers upwards as she cleaned the surface.

As she did, Jane moaned appreciatively, before a little shiver ran through her.

SNAP -- the towel flicked across her bum cheeks, "I did not tell you that you could cum!"

Elizabeth smirked.

SNAP -- "And you can stop smirking as well!"

I gave both of them four more swats with the towel before sending them off for a swim.

After the subs had swum and I had set them about tasks, I went back to the gym room. After a fifteen minute session on the tread-mill, I went through series of repeats on most of the resistance machines before I ended the session with a naked swim. There were some serious perks to this money thing. I'm not a muscle boy, but I did play five-a-side on a once a week, but because of my job I found it difficult to keep a regular session in the gym back in Slough. Now I was able to exercise daily and swim. Yep I could get into this kind of life.

Elizabeth made me a sandwich for lunch, my mum wasn't about, so I spent time with granny sub, deciding a time-table around when and how I was going to get the rest of my personal gear from Slough up here to Thrallthorpe, amongst other things.

After lunch - to pass some time -- I went to the study and spent some time on Facebook while Elizabeth sat under the desk sucking my cock with the instruction not to spill a drop. 

Get this - so you're there exchanging pleasantries with people -- liking this, commenting on that -- while you're getting World Class oral action, what a howl!

Elizabeth sucked and slurped away cheerfully, "Don't spill any!" I said as I came for the third time. Just as Elizabeth guzzled down my cum, my mummy sub entered and knelt by the desk.

"If Master is ready -- there is a presentation for him in the media room."

AS I went to stand up there was a faint squeak from under the desk, I looked down and Elizabeth had a string of jism dripping from her lips.

"Naughty Elizabeth!" I said, as I wagged a finger at her, then turned away, indicating Jane should rise and go first. Gran scrambled up and followed us.

It was the first time I had used the media room, and once again I was impressed with the way it had been designed.

There was a seventy-two inch flat screen TV with four thirty inch screens, two on either side. I later found out that my grand-father had liked to have news and business channels showing at the same time as something on the main screen. Screw that, I thought. If I was in there to watch a film, the rest of the world could sod off. I reckoned there'd be some changes.

There was a satellite feed with all the sports and film channels, sockets for games and a VGA feed so you can plug a lap top into the system. I asked mum about it and decided to build a dedicated pc with a couple of terabyte hard drives in for quick access to my film collection.

The seating was deep, soft and plush, the walls had soft panels on them for sound deadening and there was a surround sound system built in.

My two ladies made me sit in front of the big screen and knelt in front of me.

"Begin." I told them.

"Master Michael" Elizabeth started. "We both want to say thank you for accepting these two submissives as yours. This has been something we have been working for since the death of Master John. Master, you have made these two subs very happy."

"Master," Jane carried on. "These two subs suggest Master Michael might want to watch some of Master John's 'home movies'."

Well that kind of answered my question from earlier -- how am I doing? "Speak freely -- am I lacking somehow?"

"Oh no! Honey!" My mum emerged for a second, "Last night was superb!" Her smile was broad and genuine.

"It certainly was!" My gran smiled as she rubbed her bum. "It stung when I went to get in that bath!"

"Then what?" I asked.

"Master," both women immediately slipped back into role, "These two submissives suggest Master Michael may find some of the things Master John did interesting, and he may even improve on them."

"Okay." I said cautiously. Then I had a thought.

"Jane start the presentation, then join Elizabeth and I up here. I patted the couch on my left hand side for Elizabeth. She knelt facing the screen on the broad cushion next to me. Jane pressed play and went to the right hand side. I slipped my hands under them and began teasing them, tickling their pussies and caressing their clits. If they were going to be watching this with me they might find it arousing.

"You must both wait for me to tell you when you can come." My mum looked me in the eye, and grinned, she knew this was going to be tough.

The film started simple enough, the film was black and white, a young Elizabeth was tied spread-eagle on the bed, and a youthful looking grand-dad, wearing black trousers and a white shirt, was flicking her breasts and pussy with a flogger, as she arched her back and writhed under the blows. The Elizabeth on the film orgasmed at least twice as they watched. 

I could feel both women tense as they watched the film, so I concentrated my efforts on stimulating their clits. I could see Jane in particular was twisting and wringing her hands where they lay in her lap as she struggled not to cum. Elizabeth sat very still her eyes on the film.

"When was this filmed?" I asked her, hoping to break her concentration.

"This was taken in 1972, master." Gran's attention was riveted to the screen, by absorbing herself into the film, she was diverting the sensations attacking her pussy.

"Two years after mum was born?" Who was sweating slightly now, shifting her weight slightly as I switched to a gentle finger fuck.

"Yes, master."

"How long had you been doing this when you made the film?"

"Five years Master." I slid my hand up Elizabeth's bum and squeezed the curve of her arse, "Did you practice while you were carrying my mother?"

My hand slid over and around the swell of her bum in the same way people run their hands over pregnancies. I was trying something I'd read once about memories being attached to areas of the body. Elizabeth's voice was strained -- almost a groan, "Yes, master, we did."

"And by the time this film was made -- did you know you were a pain slut, grand-mother?" Okay call me sick and twisted, that sort of question still makes me chuckle.

Her words were short and clipped, her voice hoarse. "We didn't know it was called that Master, not back then. But yes, I was into pain."

The film changed, images were in colour and a younger version of my mum, had her arms strung up over her head and her ankles tied to the legs of a table. Although I was still tickling my gran's clit I eased off that, and turned my attention to my mum's pussy. We watched grand-dad using a paddle (which really looked like a table tennis bat, I mean it was twenty five years ago, stuff couldn't have been THAT easy to get hold of) on mum's arse before he switched to a flogger, and I could see his technique, several strokes, followed by tenderness.

There aren't a lot of pictures of mum at this time, I found out later it was a year after I was born, and mum was still a skinny teenager. Her hair fell forwards framing her face, and her boobs were big compared with her frame -- guess you can blame me for that. And she was stunning, she really was. There was no sound to the film but I could see her mouth moving -- she told me that she was thanking Master John.

These early scenes were scene-setters. The film developed further, there was a section which showed both women bent over a bench, both of them had butt plugs in, and both were being switched. Gran was getting more than mum, but both of them had well-striped arses. I was intrigued by the idea of the butt plugs and screwed a finger into each of the two lovely arse-holes beside me, making my mum squeak in panic, and my gran push down hard onto my finger. 

The film changed quite rapidly and the butt pugs had gone and grand-dad was using his own butt plug, to screw each of them in turn. While he was doing this Master John was slapping their arses. For a second my attention was all towards the screen, granddad john didn't just have good technique, but I could see where he got his feel for big spaces, the old man was hung! I think I must have paused for a second as I felt both my subs relax on my active fingers. I felt my gran ease her pose almost imperceptibly, and my mum's weight slid downwards a little. Ooops! Just a moment's respite was enough for these two, enough for them both to recover their composure.

On the other hand they had both let their guards down as they caught their breath. My fingers sought out two engorged clits, pressing them tight against their pubic bones. My mum shot upright, arching her back as if she'd been shocked.

Gotcha momma!

Her body vibrated like a taught string, as she gasped and shuddered. Jane's head fell forwards as she realised her failure. I continued to press her clitoris, watching her writhe. 

On the other side of me Elizabeth was motionless. Only a very careful viewer would notice the tension in her barely controlled by her rigid pose.

"Jane!" She looked at me, panting, eyes unseeing, hair dishevelled and hanging loose around her face (Oh man, she looked sexy!). Behind her on the big screen, her younger self was tied in a hanging restraint, immobilised with her hair up, and a red ball gag in her mouth, she had nipple clips on and a clip on her clit.

"Jane!" This time I was more gentle, and her eyes focused on me. "You lose."

I pointed at Elizabeth, "If you can make Elizabeth cum just using your mouth, you will escape a punishment." My hand was now resting in the small of my gran's back, and as I challenged Jayne I felt her back sag a fraction. 

Oh yes I thought this was going to be a contest. My mum -- I had discovered -- has exquisite oral skills, but my gran has a will of iron. I turned my attention back to the film in time to see grand-dad supervising Jane as she applied a switch to Elizabeth as she was tied, face down, to the X shaped table. Mum wasn't being gentle -- slashing blows across Elizabeth's thighs and ass. Then she moved up gran's back, and I could see the blows falling so they flexed round her body and raised wheals across her ribs. But Elizabeth writhed and pushed her hips up towards the falling switch. The switching seemed to go on and on, before the scene changed again.

The sounds of Jane's enthusiasm drew my attention for a moment, I reached over and squeezed Elizabeth's right nipple, hard. This drew a moan from Elizabeth. I watched this realising that this was the first time I had watched just the two of them, both together. They made a fine contrast. As I have said my gran slim almost hard bodied, small perky boobs with pierced nipples that quivered as she moved under the attentions of my mother. My mum - her heart shaped arse stuck up in the air as she buried her face in my gran's pussy - bigger of frame, but she too was sensual and obviously devoted to her task.




Inheritance Ch. 02



I tugged and twisted the nipple, bring more groans and moans from gran. But now something on the screen caught my attention. Jane had said her 'thing' was being bound into immobility, but on the screen she was being wrapped in cling film. Round and round they went, first round her waist, binding her to a pole, leaving her full breasts exposed but tying her arms tight to her torso. The wrapping went on around her thighs and legs, around her upper torso and shoulders.

Eventually Elizabeth and Master John wrapped mum's head, pulling it back to the pole and putting a tube in her mouth so she could breath. Soon all of Jane's body, except for her breasts, was wrapped in cling film. Having immobilised, her grand-dad began flogging the tips of her breasts. Even wrapped as she was, literally bound to a pole, mum twitched and flinched under the wrap. The flogging went on and on until mum's breasts were red and raw looking. Having achieved this state of redness and obvious tenderness, the scene changed again.

But my attention was drawn to the oral battle going on next to me, and out of nowhere Elizabeth began her orgasm. Less dramatic than Jane's earlier, it still made her vibrate, her body shaking and jerking, spasming, Jane's tongue forcing the events as she chased Elizabeth's pleasure centres with her tongue. It was erotic and primal at one and the same time. Elizabeth reached out and pulled Jane's head into her crotch. 

"Jane!" I caught mum's attention, as I slid my track suit bottoms down. My mum wiped her face, drawing the back of her hand across her mouth, grinned and -- I swear -- licked her lips, before taking my cock in her mouth.

Basically I wanted to get off, and it didn't take long -- soon I had spurted strings of cum across my mum's face before I guided Elizabeth to clean it up.

And that was it. I had cum six or seven times that day and I was knackered. I sent both of my lovelies to clean themselves up as I watched the rest of the film. Master John wasn't an extreme sort of guy, so most of the film was just simple bondage techniques, I was pleased to see that no one else was involved, though to be honest I wouldn't have been surprised. But obviously who they were and what they were doing was enough for the three of them. And now it was part of my life.

Elizabeth and Jane returned as the film ended. "And now there is the matter of Elizabeth's orgasm." I announced. "Go to the playroom. And take your place on the cross bench, Elizabeth. I will be there soon."

My gran scampered off to the play-room.

As I got there Elizabeth was spread eagled across the polished wooden arms of the bench. The red leather pads under her stomach lifted her arse up and her arms reached out to the arms of the cross exposing her ribs and the side of her boobs.

I took some of the silk ropes that hung on the walls of the playroom, amongst other things, and tied her wrists and ankles to the rings on the ends of the arms.

I picked the implement I would use carefully, running my hands across the various floggers, paddles and canes -- until I found it! A switch just like the one in the film, probably even the same one. And it made a very sinister sounding swishing noise. Gran looked around as far as she could, her eyes a mix of anticipation and dread.

As she watched I indicated Jane should do the switching. Jane smiled, as she whipped the switch back and to. My plan was simple really - I thought I'd recreate the scene from the film for Elizabeth, but in the process I'd learn a bit more about how to use a switch, my mum's no stranger to them, so she could start and I'd see how hard to do it. Win-win really. I leaned over and whispered to Elizabeth, "I give you my permission to cum as hard and as often as you wish."

Jane started gently warming Elizabeth's bottom with the switch. As the skin on Elizabeth's bum started to redden Jane started to hit harder, red wheals began to appear and gran began to grind her hips as the pain -- and her pleasure -- increased. Soon the marks criss-crossed Elizabeth's bum making a lace work pattern, and Jane started to vary the impacts. 

Gran was moaning and lifting her arse towards the blows. Her legs and arms flexed as she writhed, grinding her pubis against the leather of the main part of the bench. I watched fascinated. Gran was in pain, enough to make some men cry and she was getting off on it. Elizabeth shuddered and came as Jane switched her across the lower back, the tip of the switch reaching around as it landed and marking Elizabeth's ribs.

I knelt next to Elizabeth and kissed the cheek she turned to face me. I worked my way along her neck, lifting her hair out of the way. From her neck I worked across her shoulders, kissing down her spine. I avoided touching her red welted arse and carefully parted her cheeks. My gran was a woman in the throes of orgasm, her sphincter flexed and winked at me. I kissed it gently, then started rimming her. The change of sensation caught her out and she started to orgasm again. Just as that finished, I took the switch from Jane and gave Elizabeth five more strokes, quite hard, one on the opposite side of her back to where Jane had striped her ribs. Two more across Elizabeth's upper thighs and two more to her arse, one on each cheek.

With that I felt it was time to stop. Elizabeth had to become my gran again on Monday and talk business so I wanted her fit. I untied her feet and turned to Jane, indicating she should cross her wrists. I bound Jane's wrists behind her and walked her across the room.

I took some more of the silk rope, draped it round Jane's neck, with an equal length on either side. Letting it fall between her breasts I wrapped it round her until it came back to the front, looped it back on itself three times until Jane's arms were bound to her upper body. There was a hook in the ceiling, I took the clip that hung from it, and looped one of the rope tails (I know, I know! I need to learn the proper words) and clipped it into it. I then took the other tail of the rope and wrapped Jane's legs about the knee. Once I was convinced she could only jump if she wanted to go somewhere I put a bit more tension on the rope over the ceiling hook. Now Jane had to stand on the front part of her feet. To finish off I added a ball gag and took one of the vibrators off the shelf and slid it into my mum's pussy. Ah those magic words again "Only cum when I tell you to."

Going back to Elizabeth I untied her hands and helped her off the cross bench. Kissing her gently I led her from the playroom, to her room.

It was the first time I had been into my gran's room, which was _ well, pretty much how I expected my gran's room. It was spacious and it had an en-suite bathroom. There were family pictures and memorabilia. It could have been chintzy and flowery, but despite some cut flowers in vases the materials gran had chosen were feminine but not girlie. 

I drew the top sheet back and laid Elizabeth on her bed. She quickly rolled onto her front, but not before she had kissed me good night. I didn't cover her up, there was no need, the room was warm. 

I went back to the play-room. Jane had been immobilised for about ten or fifteen minutes. When I reached her she was breathing heavily around the bright red ball gag, and quivering with standing on the ball of her feet. The first thing I did was slacken off the cord and let her stand on her feet again. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "You may cum now!"

And cum she did shuddering, shaking, huffing around the ball gag. Jane leaned in against me till it was past. Her eyes -- momentarily lost their focus but when she looked at me again, it was a genuine, passionate love.

I started to untie her -- working in reverse, the last thing I removed was the vibrator. Even as I did this Jane rested her hand on my shoulder to steady herself as another small orgasm shook her.

I sent Jane to see if Elizabeth needed anything and to see to her if she did. Once she was done she could -- if she wished join me in bed.

I showered and climbed into bed. I don't even remember my head touching the pillow, but some time later I was aware of my mum beside me in the bed. 

"Is Elizabeth okay?" I asked her.

"Yes Master." Once I knew that I slept again. 

When I woke again there was daylight coming through the gaps in the curtains. My mum was still there lying next to me, watching me. Her eyes sparkled in the morning light. She still wore her collar. I leaned over and took it off her. She went to stop me.  

"Not today mum." And kissed her.

"Okay, Master."

"Go and see how Elizabeth is this morning. I'm going to shower and we'll have breakfast, then I think we'll go out today for lunch. Oh and Jane?"

"Master?"

"I think today is a clothes day."

"Yes Master."

A quick shower later, I was sat in the kitchen with my tablet and the television on in the background, answering emails and catching up on the news. Yesterday had been intense and continuous, I couldn't believe how much sex there had been, and how deep it had all been. I mean I'm pretty certain that some S&M types get more intense and a lot more damage gets done. But I'm still new to this, and I was also worried about Elizabeth. I had seen some pretty scary wheals on her back. Gran had been tender on Friday night, and last night I had walked her to her room with me. As I ate my toast -- quite frankly I was worried I had nearly killed my gran! I mean you get sucked into the tying and the spanking and the fucking and the sucking, the fingerings and the teasing and the beating and_

"Good morning Master Michael!"

My gran led my mum into the kitchen like she was just back from holiday. She was dressed pretty much as gran would normally would dress, she walked like she would normally and she sounded so fucking cheerful! 

I think both of them picked up on the toast paused half way to my mouth, and the chin hanging loose.

"Master?" They both asked at the same time, "Are you okay?"

"Der! Er _ I was going to ask Elizabeth the same thing."

"Master? I am fine thank you Master. I have a bit of tenderness, in my elbow probably an old tennis injury.

I wasn't buying it, her arse and her back were criss-crossed with raised wheals. That doesn't go away over night. I stood up and leaned over to kiss them both good morning. As I did I reached down and pulled her bum in. There was the slightest of winces but no lessening of the passion in Elizabeth's kiss. Wow! My gran's harder than your gran! (Actually she's probably harder than your granddad and your dad as well.)

"Get yourselves some breakfast, I want to go out for a drive later, we can have a pub lunch."

"Oh yes, Master that sounds good."

After breakfast we decided to go for a walk in the sunshine. We walked in the grounds at Thrallthorpe, and as she showed me the grounds my gran explained that the name was a joke based on two old Anglo-Saxon words and another famous local house. Thrall from a serf or slave and Thorpe from the word for wood, punning Althorpe the name of Spencer family -- y'know Lady Diana's family's place? All around the grounds there were places where with not too much effort someone could be tied up or immobilised or punished - all with a stunning backdrop, or a breath-taking vista. It made me wonder how with all the games he used to play with my Gran and my mum, how granddad ran so many businesses and made so much money. Well, he must have done it somehow.

We left the house in one of the larger cars and drove to a pub about ten miles away where we enjoyed a leisurely lunch just like a normal family. It was all really nice and "Sunday", we talked about this and that over the meal, then took some drinks out on to a terrace. The sun was hot and the pub looked out over a rural valley to a small village on a hill in the distance.

"So what's happening Monday?" I asked.

"You'll meet the management team first. Then there's someone coming from our lawyers in the morning. They're going to bring some papers through, which will be your contracts as CEO of the JE Group." My mum told me. "They'll also have a sheaf of documents to do with your grandfather's will which you need to sign to show we did our jobs as executors."

"Has it been tough? I mean five years as executors without saying anything and all the rest?"

"You wouldn't believe how tough it's been," gran laughed sadly. "Just after Master John died, was the hardest. He had been so involved in our lives and then he was gone."

"We knew he was ill, and he had left instructions -- as you've seen." Mum took a drink. "The will laid out what we could and couldn't do. Since Master John died we've made some of the additions around the house. I love the gardening, and we've got a really good contractor. But mainly it's just been carrying on and getting it done."

We had talked several times about the businesses but I wanted to know about their lives. I thought I had known my mum and gran, and all the time there they were, with these double lives.

"Oh we used to have to bite our tongues at times." Gran laughed, "You'd come up to your mum's house and say something_"

"Do you remember that time you had that fight with that chap at work and you were worried about your job?" Mum interrupted.

"Did you do something behind the scenes?" I remembered the incident, the guy had got in my face and I had responded by saying he was a total fuckwit and couldn't find his arse if he had a map. The fact that it had happened at a major meeting hadn't helped but he had seriously fucked me off. I often wondered how I had got away with it.

"Oh no, Master," Mum laughed.

"We didn't need to do anything," gran took carried on, "The man really was - er - a -- a fuckwit. If you remember he was moved sideways. It seems Allitt's management themselves decided that one. We operate with a distinctly hands-off policy."

"We just try to make sure we have the right people in the right jobs, and generally that does it." Mum finished for her.

"So -- I've been to a couple of Board meetings, how come I have never seen you two?"

"You'll meet them on Monday." Gran told me, "The management team are our link to the companies, and they're very good."

"So Monday morning is lawyers, what's Monday afternoon?

"The bank will come in on Monday afternoon they'll have another sheaf of papers for you, but you'll enjoy that one, because your bank account will explode." Mum laughed.

"Do we get the 'serious sucking up'?" I laughed.

"In a way you wouldn't imagine." Gran said.

"And we bloody should the amount of business we give them." Mum agreed laughing. And we left to go back to the house.

Because it was Sunday night and it was going to be busy, the evening was one of light bondage. I secured Jane on an ottoman in the living room, in front of the fire where I had first seen her naked. Bound lying on her back -- her wrists and ankles tied. I left her for a while with a vibrator buzzing away in her pussy.

I took Elizabeth to the play room and used a few clips around her body before using a riding crop strategically on her nipples and pussy and the soles of her feet. After half an hour of this, I undid the clips and we walked down to the sitting room, and found Jane straining against the ropes as she tried not to orgasm.

Once Jane had been untied we all three went upstairs to bed, but each to their own room.



Inheritance Ch. 02



Trent was starting to get aroused now that the problems where over since she was still sitting there naked.

"Now that I have done my good deed for the day I think its time to have a little fun." He said

He reached into her mind and turned up her sex drive. Without really thinking about it her left hand drifted down between her legs her index and middle finger slipping inside of her while her other hand grasped her breast.

"Wow I wonder what has me turned on all of a sudden." She said to herself

She reached into the top drawer of the night stand next to her bed rummaging around until she found one of her vibrators a large blue one. Switching it on she held it over her clit moaning in pleasure as she arched her back, she inserted it inside of her moving her wrist quickly in and out while she stimulated her clit with her other hand. But Trent wasn't going to let her get off that easily he could feel through his link that her orgasm was quickly building but he put a block preventing it from going through, she was stuck at the cusp of cumming her mounting sex drive pushing her forward but her mental block holding her back.

"God damn it! I need a cock so bad!" she muttered in frustration "If only that asshole could keep it up and not be a douche bag! Who do I know that I can fuck?" she asked herself

She began to cycle through the list of people that she knew trying to find someone who would fuck her, Trent was careful to suppress the thought each time she came to someone who could work. She quickly exhausted her list.

"What about Trent?" He inserted into her mind

"No... he's just my neighbor he doesn't like me like that..." she thought

"But he's so hot... I should fuck him..." he sent

"No I couldn't... I barely know him..." she thought

"I might as well try..." He sent

He finely felt her mind accepting the idea at last through the combination of his insistence and her ever increasing sex drive which was insatiable, thanks to him of course. She got up and pulled on sweats and a tank top both of which where tight and form fitting together with her lack of underwear was exceptionally erotic. Trent snapped back into his body just in time hearing her knock on his door.

"Hi Trent." She said

He could see the effects of his manipulations, her nipples where showing through her shirt and a faint wet spot was developing around her crotch.

"Hey Kim, what's up?" he asked

"Can I come in?" she asked

"Of course come on in." he said "can I get you anything to drink?"

"No I'm ok, thanks though. I'm sorry about earlier?" she said

"Earlier?" he said

"I know you could hear us fighting, I'm sure the whole building heard." She said

"Yea.... Sorry. I can't believe he was talking to you like that, what an asshole."

"Yea well... we all make mistakes sometimes but I'm done with him now. Which brings me to my second point..." she started

"Sure is there anything I can do to help?" he asked innocently 

"Yea, as you could tell from our fight we have... been having sexual problems lately, and by we I mean him. I just really need to have sex... and I was wondering if you could help me out." She said

"You want me to have sex with you?" he asked feigning confusion

He could feel through his link to her mind her worry that he would reject her, she was almost insane with lust, and it was taking all of her self control not to pounce on him.

"Just as a one time thing... you know if you want to..." she said

"I guess so..." he said with a grin

He had barely finished his sentence when she leapt at him knocking him to the ground. She straddled him pulling him into a passionate kiss. He slid his hand up her shirt roughly ripping it from her body, sucking one nipple into his mouth he bit down on it lightly. She groaned loudly pushing his head harder against her breasts. His other hand snaked down her pants, finding her pussy he forced his fingers inside her pussy marveling at how wet she was; there was now a very noticeable wet spot on the front of her pants. She moaned again grinding her hips against his hand; she bit down on his ear lobes.

"Enough pretenses, I want to fuck! Now!" she moaned

She ripped off his pants his enormous rigid cock springing up as she freed it from his boxers.

"Wow that's huge!" she said

"I aim to please." He said with a laugh

He flipped her over pinning her to the ground, he forced her legs apart. She groaned begging him to fuck her. He lined his cock up and thrust deep inside her his balls slapping against her ass, she cried out in pleasure, he could feel the tight muscles of her pussy grasping onto his cock. He paused enjoying the feeling of her tight cunt; she groaned in frustration and began thrusting against him using her hips to slide his cock in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper inside of her; he felt his cock bottom out in her pussy. She groaned with each thrust. Getting impatient she rolled him over, climbing on top of him she forced his cock back inside of her riding up and down, crying out every time he penetrated her.

Reaching inside her mind he released the mental block letting her orgasm rage through her. She screamed out in pleasure her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm, the muscles of her orgasm pushed him over the edge. Grunting he pulled her sweaty body against him dumping load after load of cum inside her tight pussy. The collapsed together on the bed his cum leaking out of her pussy dripping down forming a puddle underneath her.

"Wow, that was the biggest orgasm I have ever had!" she said "you totally blew my mind!" 

"You have no idea how close to the truth you are..." he thought to himself "I try."

She sighed cuddling up to him her full breasts pushing against his chest. She leaned down cupping his balls in her hand her other maneuvering his cock into her mouth, her tongue wrapped around his shaft as she pulled it all into her mouth gagging slightly as it hit the back of her throat. He groaned as she systematically cleaning his cum off. 

"I might just have to keep you around." He laughed as she finished

"I might just let you." She said

He pulled her against him basking in the heat her body was putting off still radiating after her recent work out. Consciousness faded as he relaxed the contentment and happiness he felt though the link matching his own.



Inheritance Ch. 03



DCI Jones was sitting at my desk watching himself sexually assault Roxy. That's what I was threatening him with. A copy would find its way on to the Chief of Police at the MET. Unless he did as requested. He soon accepted my request. I filled him in on all the details of Stan's theft from me and showed him the evidence of the spreadsheets that Penny had slipped in to pocket. Jones said that it was a cast iron case and Stan would be found guilty of theft and embezzlement; the only problem was he would have to be in England for him to do anything about it. If I could get him in the country then all would be well. DCI Jones would arrest him, and all my assets would return to me, as well as any profits Stan had made and any other property he had purchased with my money.

It was all set up, Stan was en-route to Heathrow, and as soon as the Trans Atlantic flight landed it would be boarded and Stan arrested. I got a phone call at 3pm from Jones. He said Stan was in jail and no bail on offer, but there was a problem he went on. Some two bit whore was in tow with Stan and she was shouting her mouth off about me. Penny. I was beginning to suspect that Penny had engineered this situation so that she could work her way back to England. I told Jones to bring her to me at BJ's.

Two hours later DCI Jones stood with a handcuffed Penny in my suite. "What the fuck is going on Penny?" I said. She simply said she wanted to come home and fulfil her legal obligations to me. I saw the look that Jones threw me. "Obligations," he said, "what is this slut to you." 

"Tell him Penny," I said. Penny looked at the floor and began to tell her story. 

Jones looked at me with envy, "You have this club, property in America, all the money in the world and two of the best looking women always on your arm and you sent her to work for that scumbag Stan." 

"Listen Jones, I got rid of her because she was the servant of my Farther. She has sucked his cock; he fucked her cunt and probably her ass. Why would I want his seconds? But in fairness she has proved her worth, and I think she might have her uses now."

Penny looked at me, and I saw hope in her eyes. "Jones, how would you like to work for me and protect my interests from prying eyes in the local constabulary? You would be rewarded."

Jones sat and looked at me thoughtfully, "What payment could I expect from you?"

I turned to Penny. "Suck his cock," I instructed her. She walked to him and fell to her knees, with her hands cuffed behind her she looked at Jones and waited for him to present his dick for her. Jones took his limp tool out of his pants, and Penny went to work on him. She licked up and down his shaft till he started to get hard. Penny soon had him hard, and she began to tease the head of his dick with her tongue. She didn't take him into her mouth. She was waiting for Jones to take the initiative. He did so as he moved his hand to the back of her head, and pushed her head down on his cock. He kept pushing and soon his balls rested on Penny's chin. 

"Not bad, eh DCI? This and more can be yours if you want."

Jones now had a handful of Penny's hair and was slamming her head up and down on his cock. Penny took it all in stride and showed no discomfort. Jones was now moaning to himself as a neared his climax. He pulled Penny's mouth off his cock just as a thick spurt white cum jetted out of his cock across Penny's face and stung into her eye. Another streak of cum shot on to her cheek and again on to her forehead. Her face was covered with his massive load. She looked him in the eye and said thank you before she dipped her head again and cleaned his dick. When she was finished lapping at his dick, she stood up and returned to the back of the office and stood silently with the cum dripping from her face and tears streaming from her eye as DCI Jones' cum began to irritate it.

"Was that the best blowjob you ever had? You can have her when ever you want, she will do as you want where ever you want. She'll even pick up the expenses if it keeps you happy."

Jones was sold. He was never going resist Penny's charms. "Alright," he said "I'll look after your interests, but if she disappoints me once and I walk, got it."

So with all my business interests under control, I could return my attention to Fantasy Fuck. I had already set up the website and had some feedback. It seemed it was viable. I had my first customer already paid up and waiting for the day to be set by me. I rang him to arrange the details. He picked up, "Hello, Steve speaking." 

"Hello this is Fantasy Fuck just calling to let you know that you are booked in on Monday the 3rd Please check your email and fill in the questionnaire so we can maximise your experience."

Twenty minutes later I had Steve's reply back. He wanted his girl dressed as a police woman, and he wanted to do a rape/bdsm theme. This wouldn't't be a problem, I thought as I called my live in slave to my office. I told Roxy of the first booking and its theme. She was less than enthusiastic and even refused to do as I bid. I was enraged. All the trouble I had gone to start this venture was being undone by this cheap cock sucking slut. I leapt from my chair, grabbed at her hair and pulled her forward; caught off guard she stumbled forward. I now pushed her head down and she bent over at the waist on to the desk. With my free hand, I pulled my cock out of my pants and began to slap her ass. As she was only in a bikini, I pulled at the side knots and it fell away. Roxy had now recovered some of her senses and was trying to cover her pussy. I kicked her legs apart and aimed my now rigid cock at her pussy. I grabbed her arm and pulled her hand out of the way as I stabbed my dick into her exposed cunt. She screamed at the invasion as she was dry. I kept pushing in to her till I was up to the hilt in her. 

Leaning over her I whispered to her, 'Looks like your gonna get raped twice now!" I began to pump in and out her of her now increasingly damp hole. I said as I forced my self on her "This is what you get when you defy my instructions". 

I spat a mouth of saliva on to her face; it landed on her check and I rubbed in to her face. Roxy had now accepted what was happening and had begun to push back on to my thrusts. I pulled out of her pussy and forced her to her knees. 'Suck my cock you ungrateful whore,' I spat out at her. She resigned her self to my will. 

'What are you?" I asked. 

"I'm a cheap slut whore to be used for whatever you desire, sir" she answered.

I pushed my dick to her mouth and down her throat. I began to pump in to her face and tears streamed from Roxy's eyes as she struggled with the pace of me skull fucking her. I was on the verge of my orgasm. I stopped fucking Roxy's head and shot my cum on to the floor. I pushed Roxy down to the floor and told her to lick it up. She slurped and licked at the pool of my cum till the floor was clean.

"He will be here on Thursday and you will be getting raped by him. Do you understand me, fuck pig?"

"Yes sir, I can't wait sir." came her reply.

"Good, now fuck of" I spat back at her.

Thursday arrived and Roxy was preparing her self for Steve. She wore black heels and hold ups with a garter and belt, tight black pencil skirt with white blouse and jacket. It goes without saying that the blouse was open at the front to expose her massive breasts. She wore her hair up and had a set of glasses on to complete the look. She was ready for what was sure to be an ordeal for her and I was excited at the birth of my new venture.

Roxy entered my office and stood at my desk. "So would you rape me Sir? Am I not the rape slut you wanted?"

I looked up and looked her up and down I was amazed at the sight before me. She was truly an incredible looking woman.

"Yes very good" I replied less than enthusiastic. She looked crestfallen at my lack of approval.

"Now go away he will be here soon and I have business to attend".

She left the office and I made my way to the front door just as Steve arrived. I opened the door and welcomed him. His eyes widened at the sight that met him. Penny was naked on her knees, with her hands tied to her ankles and blindfolded.

"Please make use of her, she will willingly clean you before you make use of the rest of the house, or if you need to expel some fluid to enhance your pleasure later then she has the ability to accommodate all of your needs, no need to talk to her just use as you see fit. But first things first house rules. Before we can go any further I will need the payment we agreed and your victim is somewhere in this house. Once you have availed your self of Penny here feel free to wonder off and find your victim and if you do want to cum inside her please use a condom."

Steve was overjoyed at what was happening, Penny had been a surprise to him, he immediately handed over the agreed fee and I left to it after instructing Penny to find me after Steve had finished with her.

As soon as he was alone Steve began to squeeze and slap Pennys tits. He knelt in front of her and push a finger into her cunt. It resisted at first but soon began to moisten and his finger soon slid in to the knuckle. He withdrew his finger and wiped it under Penny's nose. Now hard he stood and presented his hard cock to Penny. Penny had never seen a dick so big in all her life. 

Steve's instructions couldn't have been simpler, "Swallow it", he said

Penny opened her mouth and took the head of this monster cock into her wet warm cocksucking lips; she started to get the shaft wet so she could get it in to her throat. She knew this was going to be challenge. Penny pulled her head back so that her lips just kissed the very tip of the dick; she pushed forward on the dick, impaling her mouth on the thick cock. She kept pushing until she felt it at the back of her mouth, another hard push and it popped into her throat. Controlling her gag reflex and the need to wretch she pushed her head forward again and her whole throat was filled with dick. Steve grabbed Pennys head and held it down on his dick. Penny could no longer control the gag and started to gag and wretch around the massive tool that had invaded her throat. This was the effect that Steve wanted, Pennys spasaming throat was getting Steve off. Letting go of her head she pulled off the dick and gasped at the air rushing in to her burning lungs. Steve was finished with Penny and was now fully dressed off to find his prey.

Roxy was sat in the lounge, she had considered hiding but realised that was only prolonging the inevitable so she waited to be raped by a stranger. She had been instructed to play along with whatever scenario Steve decided. The door to lounge opened and Steve entered. Roxy was apprehensive and held her breath as he looked it behind him.

"Ah you must be Roxy"

"Yes I am how do you know that?" she played along.

"We have a mutual friend, I had hoped to meet you today" Steve said as walked towards the sitting Roxy.

"Oh and why was that.....sorry, what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't say but you can call me sir. I have heard a great many things about your talents and I will be experiencing them presently".

"My talents err...sir and what do you suppose they are then"

As fast as lightening Steve's hand shot out and grabbed Roxy's neck and began to squeeze. Roxy tried to fight him off but was too weak.

"We both know that you are slut and will let anything fuck you"

"No, no I'm not" Roxy's strangled response. "You have me mixed up with someone else, please don't hurt me"

Steve slapped Roxy across her face. With his spare hand he undid his trouser zip and fished out his monster cock. Releasing her throat but grabbing her hair he pushed her head to the side and began to slap Roxy's face with his flaccid dick.

"OK, ok I'll suck your dick if you leave me alone" Penny splutted as the Steve's rapidly hardening cock rained down slap after slap on her check and forehead.

Steve released the grip on her hair and Roxy took the opportunity and made a run for the door. Just as quick Steve grabbed at Roxy's trailing hair and she pulled up short.

"Now, now whore, you promised me a blowjob. I suggest you get on your knees"

Roxy sank to her knees and got her first sight of Steve's massive hard on. She leaned forward, as soon as her lips parted to accept Steve's cock he grabbed her head and pushed his hips forward and pulled her head to his groin. Roxy had little option but to accept the violent invasion of her mouth. Steve with no consideration towards Roxy kept pushing his tool in to Roxy's head until she was gagging on the length of the shaft.

"Is the whore struggling" mocked Steve. "Maybe this will help?"

He pulled Roxy's head back so that she was looking directly at him. She got a good view as Steve emptied the contents of his mouth onto Roxy's lips. His saliva dripped into her mouth as she opened her mouth and it was pushed down her throat by his cock which was now pounding in and out of her throat again. Roxy was struggling to accommodate the penis in her mouth; tears were streaming from her eyes and making her mascara run down her face.

"Now are you going to do as I tell you Roxy? Or am I going to have to prove to you what sort of man I am?" Said Steve with his dick still deep in her mouth.

"I'll do anything you ask sir, please rape this whore and punish me for being so sluty" came Roxy's resigned reply. She knew that she was going to get the punishment fuck of her life plus she didn't want to defy Paul

"Good answer fuck pig. Now get naked, but I want a show mined"

Slowly Roxy began to strip off her clothes she danced to the imaginary bet in her head. Her hands were all over her body and soon she was down to her stockings and heels and she heard Steve's voice commanding her to stop. She did so and realised that there where now three men in the room with her and all of them in masks and should not be identified. 

"Kneel whore" Came the order. Roxy did so. The three men crowded round her, all expecting to be serviced by her warm mouth. She turned in circles having her head fucked. She felt like her head was a ball being passed round. As soon as she got in to a rhythm with the cock in her mouth she would feel the hand of the next man grab her hair and pull her round to be choked by his cock. This is how she was used for what felt like hours. All around her was conversation, her ability to be fucked in her mouth was being rated and the group was saying what to do with her. She heard comments like.

"She's ok I suppose but the slut at the door is better." And "I wonder how long she can hold my dick in her throat before she passes out."

Soon Roxy's face was covered in her own drool and the spit of the three man group which had been spitting on her face and tits.

"Rub the spit into your face and tits." One of the gang instructed her. So she did, putting her hands to her sticky tit she began to rub and nip her nipples and rub her hand around her face. It smudged her makeup around and made her look cheap and trashy. 

The group assembled around her and pushed her in to the all fours position. She felt a hard dick pushing at her pussy hole, as she was entered a gasp escaped her mouth and a dick was forced back down her throat. The third member of her rape party began to slap her tits and ass causing her to squeal around the cock in her mouth. Again the conversation went on around her she was simply the entertainment.

The group changed places and Roxy now had cock in her ass and pussy and she expected the third cock to pushed in her face for her to gag her self on but this time was different the masked man turned around and presented his ass. Roxy took a deep breath and allowed the dirty hole to be lowered to her open and probing tongue. She felt her hand being pulled to the front of the man at her head she could wank him off while lapping at his hole.

Roxy had been extensively used and was now exhausted. To tired to move she allowed the men raping her to do as they wish. She had had her face slapped more times than she could recall, been spat on, all of her holes where sore from being used; her pert round ass was red and bruised from the spanking she had endured. She now lay over the arm of a sofa, her head to one side so that her mouth was available. She was being fucked in the ass or pussy and when the man in her got bored they would pull out allow another to use her while the first got his member cleaned by Roxy's mouth. One by one the group deposited there load on Roxy's face and left with out a word being said to her.

Roxy lay over the arm of the sofa; she didn't hear the door open softly as Penny entered the room. Roxy did, however, feel the cold metal of the hand cuffs that now held her wrists behind her back. She looked back and saw Penny naked except for a 12inch strap on. Roxy was far to tired to put up any sort of serious fight and was soon being ass raped by Penny's massive fake cock. 

"This is so you know that even though both of us are whores, you are mine." Said Penny as she thrust her hips forward in to Roxy's over used ass. As Roxy lay bent over a sofa being fucked she vowed to show Penny who was boss.



Inheritance Ch. 03



Or sometimes you just don't see it coming!

It really would help you understand what has happened so far in this story if you read the preceding parts before you read this; it would make everything more sensible. This is a fiction; all of the characters are made up, except that some of the characters are based vaguely on real people. Oh and they're all over 18. Enjoy!

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A week ago I was working as the planning manager at a medium sized company, when I discovered that I had inherited my grandfather's estate -- a shit load of money, property, his business portfolio and his submissives. Yes, you heard that right, Grandfather John was a Dom and he dominated my mum and my gran so by inheritance I became their master. After a busy weekend being introduced to the Dom-Sub side of things I was now getting to grips with the business side of things.

My weekend had been immense! From tying my mum up and fucking her bent over a saw horse, to whipping my gran and having her suck my cock while I was on Facebook. Fucking in the shower, shagging in the bath, whipping in the playroom, bondage in front of the fire -- it was like we were new lovers -- which I suppose, in a sense, we were. I had discovered that my gran is a great fuck, she loves to climb on and wrap her muscular legs around me and she has great control over her muscles, as well as a will of iron. My mum is a good fuck too but her strength is that she is world class at oral. Both of my lovely women exist to serve and in that service is their pleasure. Of course that puts pressure back on me, but I reckon if it carries on like this it's going to be well worth it.

That Monday morning I got up and showered. I figured that it was a business day so I wore what I'd normally wear for the office -- shirt and tie and trousers rather than jeans. I wasn't expecting to leave the house so didn't wear a jacket.

I entered the kitchen to find the place full. After it just being the three of us it was a bit of a shock. Mum and gran were there obviously, both of them clicking round the kitchen space in heels and business suits. There was a smaller woman serving coffee that immediately went back to the cooker and started grilling bacon and frying eggs.

The rest of the crowd was made up of five other women, each very different but good examples of professional business women. Have you ever walked into a room full of women and its gone quiet, absolutely and immediately silent?

Oh Yes! Not one of the best feelings. Eight pairs of eyes looked at me. Two pairs with some pride and love, one pair waiting for instructions and the remaining five pairs with a strange mix of curiosity and wariness.

"Good morning Michael," Gran greeted me, "Ladies, Michael." She introduced us, "Michael this is Judith, Laura, Michelle ("Call me Shell") and Katherine with a K. The JE Group management team. This is Philippa; she will be your PA. And last of all Pauline, she wants to know what you want for breakfast."

Nods and handshakes all round. It was all very tentative. I have to admit they were a very impressive group of women. I'd met a lot like them. They would be very good at doing what they did and as good as any man. They dressed elegantly professional, or was that professionally elegant?

Judith -- tall, dark and olive skinned, long, loosely curled, black hair - fitted cut, grey slacks, and a dark blue man's shirt. Dark polished wooden bracelets and a necklace made of beads of the same dark wood.

Laura, short, a size twelve, long blond hair, square cut fringe, very young looking -- but with a steel grey gaze, that was quite off-putting. She wore a dark blue suit, with the jacket on the back of a chair and a white blouse.

Call me Shell - dark pencil skirt, grey blouse, incredibly high shoes and eye-poppingly elegant, dark glossy hair, a dazzling smile with a cute over-bite and a long, long pony tail.

Katherine with a K -- black designer jeans, bags of old gold and an off-the-shoulder top, her hair was blonde and cut so it was longer on one side. Devastating smile but the smile didn't come out that often.

Finally Philippa, the person I would surrender my business life to. Pretty, very pale blonde, older than the others, dark grey, pin stripe trousers, white blouse, nice bum, antique silver jewellery and piercing blue eyes.

I was just taking all of this in when the cook - Pauline -- presented me with bacon, eggs and sausage, coffee and toast. As she leaned over to put the plate down I swear she murmured "Tough house, boss!" before she walked away. I did know what she was saying though. Our weekend was over and it was back to work.

I waited till everyone had coffee and had been provided with something to eat. It was just after eight thirty. "What time are the lawyers due?"

Philippa checked her tablet. "That would be ten thirty."

"Right then," I looked at mum and gran, "Team meeting! I want to know who you are and what you do.

Introduce yourselves and tell me about yourself. Starting with you Philippa?"

"My name is Philippa Jackson, but most of my friends call me Pip. I worked for your grandfather, I've been Elizabeth's PA for most of the last three years and for the last three months I have been getting things ready for your twenty fifth birthday and making sure it all goes smoothly."

"What do you do when you're not in work?"

"I have a three year old son, and I ride horses."

"Judith?"

"Judith Holmes, I'm an accountant. I have been with the group ten years and my specialty is forensic accounts. I run, and I'm getting ready for the London Marathon."

"Your first?"

"Third."

"Time?"

"About two hours fifty."

"Nearly elite times? Nice!" A smile of satisfaction crept into her eyes. "Laura?"

"Laura Roberts - I'm your head-hunter."

"Personnel?"

"I like the term Human Resources, started with the company ten years ago, and worked with John, been head of the HR for about three years. I travel."

"Where was the last place you visited?"

"My boy friend and I rode motorcycles down the west coast of the States from Seattle to San Diego."

"Cool!"

"Shell?"

Shell grinned as she put her coffee down, "Shell Fitzgibbons - I'm legal. I started working for your grand- father thirteen years ago. I've been working with Pip towards today's signings. I like films and books, I'm in a long term relationship and we have a three year old daughter.

"And that leaves just Katherine with a_"

"K." She smiled that devastating smile again. When Katherine wasn't smiling she looked older and quite serious, but when she smiled it took years off her and she looked like a teenager. "Katherine Jordan -- I do your PR and comms. I've been with the group ten years like the others and my job is relatively easy because of the JE Groups low key profile, but if anything happens at any of the group companies I'm interested. Once you're in place and settled I'm off for two weeks in the Seychelles."

"I'm sure I'll find out more about you over the next few weeks." I said, "My guess - given Grandfather John's way of doing things - is that you're all shit-hot at what you do, otherwise you wouldn't be doing it, but that will do for starters. I would like us all to do this every Monday about this time. Obviously there will be formal meetings, but Monday morning will be a really informal touch base, just so I know what everyone is doing over the week. How difficult is it for people to meet here -- in this kitchen?" There were no major objections.

"So if anyone can't make it because of family commitments or work, you can dial in?"

Nods all round.

"Cool -- any questions?"

Katherine smiled before she spoke "So you're definitely taking over the businesses?"

I told her that I was. "With the help of everyone here, I am. I'm not a micro manager, I tend to let people do their 'own thing', as long as 'their own thing' is what needs to be done."

"And if it isn't?" Laura asked.

"We work together to make it right. I'm not into blame, at any level; if anyone's screwed up I prefer it if they say that they have and we can start fixing it as quickly as we can. Pauline?"

"Yes sir?"

"From now on, it's Michael, all of you call me Michael, or Mike please? Pauline may I have one of those bacon butties?"

So zip time forwards through the day -- the lawyers came, presented documents, Shell pointed to where I should sign, and I signed them. The lawyers then left. We sat and had lunch, talked and I found out that Pip speaks French, German and Arabic. Zip forwards again people from the bank arrived and presented documents Pip pointed me at things and I signed them, then the bank people gave me several credit cards in a nice shiny silver colour. The people from the bank left.

"So how much is in my bank account?" I asked Pip. She whispered it. I nearly kacked my pants!

"Seriously?" I looked at mum and gran. They were nodding, laughing, "You know I think it's time we had something to drink!"

Things had been low key up to now, just me and my two lovely ladies, but with 'the management team' and the formal signing over, now sounded like a good time to break out the bubbly, have a little party.

As the champagne cork flew away into the corner and Pauline brought the flutes round I asked everyone to join me in a toast.

"He created everything, he chose carefully," I waved my glass at the girls of the business team, "He taught, he fathered and bequeathed -- John Porter!"

We all drank to grandfather, and chatted again. My gran appeared at my side, "That was very well done."

Seizing the moment I asked her quietly, "How many of these know?"

"Know, Master?" her eyes twinkled, "Know what Master?"

"I am going to warm your bottom for that you minx! You know what I mean."

"They all do Master, Pauline, Pip, all of them."

"It's something we just don't discuss Michael." Shell came up behind me. "I had to know because of the legal situation. But we all had suspicions, John told us in the latter days."

"But, you know what goes on between consenting adults is up to them," Katherine said.

"As long as they're discrete_" tall elegant Judith said as she joined us.

"And don't scare the horses." Laura finished.

By now we had moved and all sat together around the hearth, I looked around the faces watching me. "Your relationships with my grandfather -- they were all kosher -- weren't they? There's nothing going to come back and bite us in the arse is there?"

"I'm not sure what you mean by 'kosher' exactly," Pip said, "But if you mean are there secrets or improprieties in our history with your grandfather? That's a huge no. Our relationships with John were purely professional."

Laura spoke next, "We're all very similar stories, John took us all out of our jobs, made sure we had everything we needed, and saw we got the very best training and courses."

"Michael, you and your grandfather are very similar in many ways," Judith said, as she poured another drink. "You let people get on with it, make sure they have the resources to do the jobs_"

"And you know this how?" I asked but even as I said it, I knew from the looks on their faces, and the body language, these women probably know me better than I know myself -- I have always hated monthly performance reviews. "Okay, sorry I asked that." But then I realised what it meant, where I was in this particular phase of the game.

I was the master again, but this time to all these new women. Not in a sexual way, no bondage or finger fucking, but just as with Jane and Elizabeth, I had to work with them to get what we both wanted. These women all had success and rewards in line with their jobs, my position was the one from which it all stemmed.

I led.

They did.

They made things happen. And just like Jane and Elizabeth, they were trusting me to make it so they could do that.

Slap in the face realization. "Okay Pip -- what are we doing tomorrow?"

"Your driver will be here at eight tomorrow with a mini coach and you're off to London, there's a stay overnight in town and then you do a couple more places. On Wednesday night, you're in Leeds, so that Thursday you can do two meetings - one in Leeds and one in Sheffield before you come back here for Thursday night."

"Friday?" I asked.

"Friday is when the Allitt's people," the firm I used to work for "And a few more come here."

"Cool. And that's all catered and everything?"

"Yes." My mum told me, "Pauline takes care of all of that."

"If it's fine we'll use the courtyard for the buffet, but if it isn't we'll just bring it all inside." Pauline told us. Even as she spoke, six people checked the weather on the tablets we all carried. The general consensus was it was going to be fine.

"Well," my gran spoke up next, "It's been a good day, we've done a lot. Let's call it a day and reconvene tomorrow."

Cars were called if anyone felt they'd had too much to drink. All of a sudden we were on our own again. Pauline went to her flat on the other side of the house and I went up stairs with Elizabeth and Jane.

I had spent the day having these brief flashes of me doing things to Elizabeth and Jane. I do that occasionally - the fantasy thing. They're never major fantasies, just full colour, jump cut flashes really. Jane tied over the ottoman with her lovely nude pussy on full display. Elizabeth with a ball gag and nipple clamps, back to Jane with a red mark on the creamy skin above her pussy. Elizabeth being switched, the back of her legs tiger-striped from the switch and she looks back at me, over her shoulder and slowly, steadily, she counts "Ten, thank you. May I have another one please?"

Part of me was bemused, I was actually panting -- well, mentally anyway -- with lust for my gran and my mum. I was surrounded with stunning looking, elegant women -- none of whom, I was reliably informed - I was related to, and all my thoughts are on my gran and mum. I hadn't even thought about Eva, a woman I had worked with at Allitt's and whom I had invited to attend on Friday.

So now all I wanted to do was get them into the play room. Once there I had my two gorgeous women strip, both of them folded their clothes neatly on a bench. Jane was first up; I blind folded her first and guided her over to the swing she nestled into it, on her back. I used several ropes attaching them to cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Next I put them over the hook that the swing was suspended from. With the ropes pulling her arms and legs upwards I tied the ropes off. Jane was supported by the heavy vinyl swing seat but her sex was exposed with her legs pulled up. I put a ball gag in her mouth and nipple clips on her large, engorged nipples.

Next I took something I had seen John use, but hadn't really thought about up 'til now, but with Jane so exposed it made sense. I used copious amounts of lube and inserted one of the smaller butt plugs into her delicious arse. To finish I slid a small vibe into her pussy. "No cumming 'til I say Jane." I placed a kiss on the soft skin behind her knee.

From where she was kneeling I saw Elizabeth's eyes twinkle as she watched me put the butt plug in.

"Oh yes, you." I drew Elizabeth up by tugging on the gold rings in her nipples. She sighed as I did but rose towards the frame on the other side of the room. I put the cuffs on Elizabeth and clipped her in place. Then I leaned down and secured her ankles.

Two weights tugged on her perky tits dragging her nipples downwards as she drew breath. I was tempted by the switch, tempted to add some more stripes to her legs and bum. But they were still red and the wheals were still there but faint. Instead I began by using a crop with a wide leather tab.

Light taps, tits and tummy, tummy - tits. The taps got harder, the sound louder. Elizabeth pushed herself forwards. I leaned in and caressed her bum as I worked the crop across her boobs. Squeezing her bum cheeks I slipped a finger into her tight, wrinkled bum pucker. The sensation caused Elizabeth to stand up momentarily on her toes. My gran has a really cute squeak when she gets surprised like that.

"No cumming Elizabeth, you know how it works."

She nodded, and then shook her head, when I asked if she was close to cumming. I put the crop down and switched to a vibrator, working the buzzing tip across her nipples and down to her pussy. The steel vibrator made the piercing in my gran's labia rattle and as it did Elizabeth gasped. But between the vibe being stroked across her pussy and clitoris, and my finger in her bum Elizabeth did well not to orgasm.

I left Elizabeth to stew for a few minutes and went over to Jane. The first thing I did was unclip the clamps on her nipples. Jane shuddered as they came off. I leaned in and pressed myself against her, my cock ground against the plug in her butt and I could feel the vibe buzzing away inside her.

I reached out and started to stroke my mum's leg, I leaned down and kissed the skin of her strong, muscled calves, as I took the vibrator from inside her and teased her with it. Elizabeth has a will of iron but so does Jane when she wants, despite the concerted attack on her clitoris, she refused to orgasm. I nuzzled the hollow of her neck, while running the vibe up and down her pussy lips. I could tell she was conflicted, part of her wanted to collapse and lean against me, and give in to the sensations but the other part fought against it.

She'd done enough though and I quickly let her arms and legs down, and lifted her from the swing. "Remember do not cum yet!" I told her. She went to slip the butt plug out but I batted her hand a way -- "Not yet! Jane, I shall say when."

We unclipped Elizabeth and went down stairs. Pauline was still about and didn't bat an eyelid when Jane and Elizabeth knelt beside my chair. She laid out the food in front of me without anything for the two submissives. It was a homemade onion soup and bread.

"Pauline?" I asked quietly.

"Yes Master Michael?"

"Thank you, this tastes lovely. But please will you get some for Jane and Elizabeth?"

She gave me a kind of "Really?" look, but when I nodded started to lay out two more servings.

I realised immediately what I had done, "If Elizabeth and Jane were in their submissive state," Pauline told me, "Master John would tell me whether he wanted them served or not."

I nodded, "Very good. We'll keep it that way."

"Your grandfather used to make them eat out of dog-bowls." Paul went on cheerfully. "He could be proper harsh at times."

After supper I took Jane to her room. As I laid her on her bed I whispered, "Cum for me, mummy." As I stroked her clitoris with my finger she started to shake. I reached under her and took the butt plug out, laying it on the bedside table, "Wear that on Friday, all day." Jane shook again, and she reached out for me. We hugged and I kissed her before going to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was in her room, she knelt beside her bed, the covers turned down. I stripped, got into the bed and patted the mattress next to me. My Gran climbed in, sliding her lithe body down beside me, her smooth skin sliding against mine. Indicated she should climb up on top and she stroked my cock as she slipped inside her. I've said it before but Elizabeth doesn't look like a sixty three year old, she has the body of a woman half her age.

And she loves to fuck too.

I let her get herself off and then she slid down and took my knob in her mouth.

"Quickly Elizabeth, get me off quickly."

"Has this one done something wrong Master?" She looked concerned.

I smiled as I stroked her hair. "Not at all, lovely woman -- but it's a school night and we have work in the morning."

Soon I shot into her mouth and she licked me clean, from glans to scrotum and back. Oh yes. I nearly decided to stay the night, but I left gran's room and went back to my own. Before I left I took something from my trouser pocket and laid it on the bedside table. "I want you to wear that all day on Friday Elizabeth." Like Jane I had left her a butt plug.




Inheritance Ch. 03



It was still only early but I slept like a log that night.

Zip time again.

Over the next three days there was a lot of handshaking, a large number of guarded smiles -- new CEO syndrome, a good number of genuine ones, a fair number of speeches, what felt like dozens and dozens of PowerPoint slides and the odd 'was it me or was that guy a complete wanker?' in the mini-coach afterwards. The hotels were a bit better than I was used to, quite a bit better in fact (frankly they were a shit load better), certainly there were no Maccie's breakfasts or motorway coffees. And generally I'd say the three days of the road trip were quite bearable. As mum and gran had reported the businesses were in fair order -- given the economic climate. None of the companies was going under at the moment, though Judith -- I was allowed to call her Jude, by Thursday night when we dropped her off at home -- Jude told me she thought one company was going to need some remedial action at some stage soon. When I said that I wanted to preserve as many jobs as possible, Jude looked at me and said "Of course, Michael, we always try to do that where we can." That kind of made me feel stupid but I guess that grand-dad had already been there and thought of that.

I was seeing links between the companies -- grand-dad had gone for technology as much as anything, though there were a couple of service companies -- facilities management, that sort of thing. There were also less obvious businesses like a car parts company. But even there he had been canny -- the Sheffield based company had a stock of less common parts but they were pioneering specialised part manufacture, using engineering drawings and rapid prototyping and Computer Aided Design to produce less easy to find parts for older models as well as looking at new designs to replace less effective original parts. I tell you there are some clever buggers walking the streets.

As we came back from Sheffield down the M1 I asked Katherine -- with a K -- how often the various companies got together and talked about what they were doing.

She looked at me blankly.

"They may do informally," she told me, "But there's no official arrangement."

"Want to start that," I told her, "A group conference. Find somewhere nice, not Thrallthorpe, get reps from all the companies together, swap information about what they do and exchange ideas. Formalise it with presentations but make it fun as well.

"Not the bosses either, certainly not the bosses of the bigger operations."

Katherine looked at me curiously, "Generally it's my experience, and the last couple of days has confirmed it, but it's the guys 'doing' that know what is going on, they can talk about it, make it interesting. The bosses don't understand the products."

"That sounds like a good idea," my mum said from the seat in front. "Don't know why we've not done it before."

We arrived back at Thrallthorpe after dropping some of the team off, in the early evening. Shell, the legal eagle had left her car at the house so she travelled all the way back with us.

"Right!" I said as I entered the house, "I am off to the gym get some of the kinks out, and then a swim."

"I was going to go into Northampton to the gym but is it okay if I join you?" Shell asked.

"Why not? Mi casa e su casa." She grabbed her gym bag from the back of her car and we went to the gym room.

As I walked and Shell cycled, both of us working up a sweat, I asked, "Where's your little girl?"

"My partner is looking after her. Actually Mike, that's kind of my cue. I sort of wanted a word alone. Can I speak freely?"

"Every time." I told her.

She paused as she thought about what she needed to say, "I guess I drew the short straw, but we_"

"We?"

"The business team and your gran and your mum, we need you to think about something_"

"And that is?"

"A successor."

I missed a step and slipped off the back of the treadmill.

I came to with Shell kneeling over me. "Mike? Are you okay?"

"Well colour me stunned, but yes I am. A successor -- where the fuck did that one come from?"

Shell handed me my water bottle and sat down next to me. "Think about it," she said, "Your grand-dad left you all of this, your mum and your gran worked for five years to make sure you received it, and you're going to take up the baton and run."

"I haven't even got a girlfriend at the moment."

"A bank balance like yours works better than pheromones, trust me that's not an issue."

"But -- I mean -- I -- er."

"You haven't got any time to waste Mike; it's something you need to start sorting out now."

"You make it sound like life insurance."

"Well if you like, that's what it is, isn't it -- sort of?"

A whole spectrum of things whirled through my mind. I could see where she was coming from. "And you drew the short straw?"

Shell nodded.

"When?"

"Anytime in the next couple of years_" she started

"No." I interrupted, "When did you draw the short straw?"

"Last night in the bar - you were watching the second half in the other room."

"An actual straw?"

"Not really." She paused, "But they reckoned it had to be me."

I waited for her to explain. "Well, one I'm your legal expert -- succession is sort of my area. And two -- well it's kind of fucked up_"

"Fucked up is something we're very good at round here." I told her.

"Well, the line of thought goes that as soon as we raise the subject of an heir, you might think internally, like your mum or one of us. "You know keep it in the extended family so to speak?"

I nodded, Shell went on. "So they chose me because_"

"You don't do guys?" I put in.

Shell stared at me. "You always say 'partner'," I went on, "Not boyfriend. You haven't got an engagement or wedding ring. But you have got a secure long-term relationship. And the others felt you were safe in discussing this with me. Really it was just a guess."

"And me being a lesbian isn't an issue?" She asked warily.

"Not with me it's not! But then I'm not really in a position to judge anyone else's sex life, am I?"

"What about the heir thing_?"

"I'll put it on my To Do list. No!" Face palm time, "Wait Pip's already done that, hasn't she?"

Shell smiled her cute smile for me. "Oh man! She has, as well."

I decided that I was going to go for a swim now, and asked Shell if she would join me. She did and as we changed, I asked her, "So as we're being open and honest -- have you ever done anything with Jane or Elizabeth?" Gotcha! I thought as an embarrassed silence followed.

"That information is governed by the lawyer-client privilege," she told me as we entered the pool area.

"How was my mum?" I guessed, as I stopped at the side of the pool.

"Fucking awesome!" Shell laughed and shoved her boss into the pool.

Supper that night was a simple meal of cheese on toast, and the house seemed strangely quiet after all the fuss and bustle of the last few days. I dismissed both Jane and Elizabeth to their rooms, with instructions to not touch themselves in any way and to be sure to wear the butt-plugs tomorrow.

"Have these two displeased you Master?" Elizabeth asked. Jane watched from behind her.

"No Elizabeth you have not, both you and Jane are a delight to me every day. But tonight I wish to be alone."

Master speaks. They both had to accept it. I took my tablet, answered a few emails, checked a few message boards and turned in for the night. I was a long time getting to sleep. So, sometime I must have drifted off, but it wasn't good sleep, I had bizarre dreams, I was being threatened and I was trying to hit back, and try as I might I couldn't do any damage. I woke up sometime around two to go for a piss. And as I walked back to bed across the dimly lit room, I realised my mum was sat in one of the easy chairs; actually I noticed her legs - long and bare, pale in the darkness. She was wearing her short red robe.

I got back into bed, pulling the pillows up behind me. I knew what she was doing, and why. She used to do this to me when I was a boy, she'd wait and wait and wait and eventually I would tell her what was bothering me. I figured I needed to talk it through but wasn't sure where to start.

"Do you want me to put a light on?" she asked me.

"No, leave it off."

Neither of us said anything for a while, I struggled, trying to put what I was feeling into words. Mum knew that though, she didn't push, didn't try to force the issue or fill up the silence. What Katherine had said was the one thing that suddenly made this real. My life had changed so much, it wasn't just the master-sub thing, I could live with that, but it was the whole business empire and the idea of an heir. I was beginning to doubt I could do it.

"I guess_" I started, "What I mean_" I felt her stir as she listened. "Mum. I'm not sure I can do this." Yes, I know I sounded like a total wimp, but that was the way I was feeling.

I heard my mum draw breath to speak. "You've got wealth, power and access to as much sex as a man could want. What's the problem?"

"I didn't aspire to any of this, didn't expect it. I was happy as I was."

"Are you unhappy?" Mum's voice was level and soft. It was almost like the devil on my shoulder, whispering in my ear.

"No -- not unhappy. Scared. Yes scared is a good word."

"Scared of what!"

As I formed the words, the feelings came with a rush. All of the people I had met this week so far, all of the things that had been said to me, all of the hopes and the dreams that had been implicit and not so implicit. "I'm scared of not being able to deliver. I'm shitting it that I am going to let you all down!"

"Michael -- listen to me." All of a sudden I was thirteen again, and I'd gone to mum for help. I was reminded of a time when I had swopped schools and was feeling the pressure from a new maths teacher. He reckoned I was capable of doing the work and kept pushing me. I'd had this sort of talk with mum and she had worked with me to understand what I was being asked to do. To this day I still fucking hate quadratic equations, but I passed my exams and got a Grade 1. The lesson being that if mum and I worked together we could do anything.

"Are you really scared?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's right, you should be. And I'd be worried if you weren't. You're right, you have a huge responsibility. Grand-dad understood that, he wanted to ease you in gently; he'd have given you the support while you got into the job, but he was taken from us. But you know the way Grand-dad worked if he hadn't thought you were up to the job -- you wouldn't have been given it.

"Laura, Judith, Katherine, Michelle and Pip, Grand-dad John picked them all and put them into those jobs because he knew they could do it. They weren't the most qualified people we had in the company, but he saw them as the right people. He made sure that they got their qualifications and the training in house and look at them now.

"And that's what he did with you. Tell the truth? I am so proud of the man you've grown up to be.

"Look Mike, you know your gran and I will support you as much as we can. But from what I've seen so far you're doing okay."

"I don't feel like I am."

"Michael John Bailey! Stop feeling sorry for yourself and tell me what's really bothering you."

I told her about the heir thing. I was speaking my fear out into the darkness, and the darkness responded.

I heard her chuckle.

Fuck, my mum has a sexy laugh! It's a thrilling sound. She came to sit on the bed with me. I couldn't see her, just feel her - hear the laugh in her voice. "Can you imagine how I feel?" I told her, "One minute I'm trundling along on my own without a paternal bone in my body and all of a sudden I am told by a really cute lawyer with a devastating smile that I need to think about becoming a father?"

"And is that such a scary thought Mike, becoming a father?

"I guess not. I mean thousands of people do it every day. Except for one little problem, mum."

"Hmmmn?" Mum asked quietly next to me.

"We haven't got a mother lined up yet."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that Mike, There's someone out there for you, you can count on it.

"Now it's time you were asleep again, it's another busy day tomorrow."

"Yes mummy." I laughed.

"Are you too grown up for a hug from your mother?"

"No mummy." I told her still smiling. I've said it before but it's true -- a kiss on the cheek from your mum as you go to sleep is still a great feeling no matter how old you are. I drifted off with mum still sitting next to me.

When I woke up on that Friday morning the sun was bright in my room, mum must have opened the curtains before she left. It was early, about six, but despite the disturbed sleep, I felt rested and clear-headed. As I ran a bath the uncertainty of the previous evening was gone. I knew that I was going to go ahead, with everything -- business, mum, gran, the heir -- the whole thing. The how -- especially the heir thing -- would need work, but as I said last night -- thousands of men become fathers every day.

Breakfast was a working breakfast again, all of the business team were there and we ran through what had happened this week, took it apart and kicked it about. Pauline had cooked a fish and rice dish that she called kedgeree, it was delicious and it was good to eat and talk -- almost like a family - as we discussed some of the plans we had seen. It was decided that we would start a working group, drawn from people from within the group. The idea was then to take some of the ideas we had heard about, bounce them around, see if any of them were flyers. If they were we'd then run them out to companies in the group. It was figured that initially we'd need at least ten million -- to get some of the research work started, and that, Judith pointed out was not a one-off expense. However both my grand and mum agreed it was a case of spend to accumulate.

As the clock ticked on to quarter to ten -- the gathering was scheduled for eleven -- I stopped the general discussion.

"Last night Katherine, on behalf of you all," I glared at them all ferociously -- it didn't work. "Approached me about the issue of an heir. I thought a lot about this last night and I just thought I'd let you know that I have taken it on board and it's something I am going to work on. I believe Pip's got it on my 'to do' list." Actually from the way she laughed I knew that somewhere it was actually on a list.

And with that I closed the meeting. "Jane, Elizabeth. I need to see you in my room now." There was a kind of inrush of breath from around the kitchen as the other members of the business team grinned as cat-called my mum and gran out of the room.  

I wasted no time in my room, "Strip please ladies."

As soon as I'd said it Elizabeth realised what I was looking for. "Master I need to go to my room."

"Strip please Elizabeth. Stand still."

As soon as she was naked I checked them out, Jane first. I ran my hand down her back, and down between her arse cheeks. Nestled tightly in Jane's arse was the dark pink of the plug. "Is it comfortable? Well lubed?" Jane nodded; I stroked her face, before kissing her deeply. Try not to cum in front of the visitors. You can go." Jane left promptly.

"Eeelizabeth!" My gran was nervous, her whole stance screamed it. My hand slid down between her arse cheeks and found -- as I suspected -- nothing.

I sat on the edge of my bed, and called Elizabeth over. She stood next to and I indicated she should lean over my knees. "I think five will be enough, don't you Elizabeth?"

"Yes Master."

"Count them please?"

Smack! My hand left a red print on her cute but still slightly red arse.

"Thank you Master, that's one. May I have another please?"

Smack!

"Thank you Master that is two, may I have another please?" I Elizabeth's tight little bum in between strokes.

Smack! Three. Elizabeth wriggled in between blows, grinding her pubis against my cock.

Smack! Four.

Smack! "Thank you Master, that is number five, would Master like to add any more?"

"No, I think that will be sufficient, but you can assist me with this." I told her as I slid my track suit bottoms down.

"Thank you master."

It didn't take much work by Elizabeth to get me off and she swallowed the cum greedily and noisily, slurping it down and making sure not one drop was spilled.

"Right lovely woman - go and get that plug and come back here with it in."

While she was away, I started to dress, as I pulled my suit trousers on, Elizabeth, still naked came back flaunting her black butt plug.

I kissed her and told her to dress again and meet me downstairs.

I have what I call the Rule of Friday, Friday is a casual day, clothing etc -- the whole week so far had been business formal -- suits -- and I was tempted to go completely the opposite and just wear jeans and a t-shirt. As it was Jane and Elizabeth both suggested -- nicely, but quite strongly - that smart casual was the way forwards.

So a nice open necked shirt, casual trousers and shoes rather than trainers. And dressed like this carrying a box of display materials that I had the first of the good moments of the day.

Now Frank Pilling, head of Engineering at Allitt's Holdings isn't an idiot, he's actually quite clever in a bizarre and often twisted old public school headmaster sort of way. I knew him from working at Allitt's, and knew his reputation among his workers. Everything I had heard said Frank Pilling thought we were still living in the nineteen seventies, oh, and his shit didn't stink, which was strange because on the whole the Engineering Department were a pretty good bunch. They certainly threw some bloody good parties.

"Bailey!" I looked round. Frank looked like he was about to make a complete knob of himself. I'm guessing he didn't know I didn't work at Allitt's any more -- anyway he started to order me to bring something from his car.

"Sorry Frank, I'm busy."

I'm not sure anyone has ever interrupted him before let alone refused him, he went a funny colour red, "But I'm telling you_"

"And I'm telling you Frank, I'm busy."

He started sputtering and but-butting. And I just walked away with a daft grin on my face (Yes -- I know childish, but it felt good.). Fortunately Pip, my PA, intercepted him and showed him where to set up. She also didn't help him carry his stuff in.

Second good moment of the day -- I was walking through the house and I heard my name called again "Mike? Mike Bailey!" Oh be still my beating heart - Eva, one of the members of Allitt's Marketing team, and long term object of my fantasies.

Just in case you have forgotten about Eva, (and I know a lot of you haven't), she is about five foot six, wears lots of autumn colours -- which suit her; she has large dark brown eyes, a sinful smile and she smells delicious. Eva wears lots of gold and her body defines words like nubile and voluptuous. And she's got a good brain on her. That's our Eva. Now, contrary to popular belief, she and I do not have 'a thing', going on, yet. I have a myriad of fantasies about her, many of which involve her and I being naked, and conjoined sexually, while we explore each other's pleasure thresholds and the ways in which her voluptuously nubile body vibrates during the sex act, but that, to date, is as far as it goes.

Now you're going to say 'fucking twat! He's got his mum and his gran and he's shagging both of them and now he wants this girl - what a knob!'

Guilty as found, Milord.

But in mitigation I would offer the court the following as evidence.

The defendant is a male, it's a generally held truth that we think with our cocks anyway and generally that is excuse enough, or at least I've always found it so.

The situation with my mum and my gran -- with Jane and Elizabeth -- was not one which I made. I already had a loving familial relationship with those women, which has changed recently to become a master-sub one with a sexual element. It's an extension -- an evolution - of our existing relationship, but I'm still not sure how much of that I actually own, how much is me being the boss or are the subs running it? It's been given handed to me, and I've been told it's mine but I'm still not quite sure.




Inheritance Ch. 03



My relationship with Eva, such as it is, on the other hand, is something I have made, it's between me and her, and it existed as the same time as I had a normal relationship with mum and gran. The Mike-Eva relationship was just as normal as the Me-mum-gran one was, but this one is mine.

And on top of that there's the contrast, there's that word 'voluptuous' again. Eva's physical sexuality is very different from gran's or mums. Of course Jane and Elizabeth are sexy but Eva is a different type of sexy -- and no, I am not going to be so uncouth as to use a food analogy when talking about women I am fond of.

"Hi!"

"You've been dragged into this too?" High heels clicked across the floor, she had a loose, old gold coloured top that exposed her throat and upper shoulders, but draped around her boobs, as they joggled with each step. Black jeans, wrapped her lovely thighs. Mmmmmmm - black jeans!

I laughed, "Yeah they got me too,"

"So what's happening?" She asked me.

"There have been some changes at the top of the group," I told her, and I was truthful. "They want to introduce the new CEO and he wants to meet people and find out what they do and press the flesh."

"Okay," She smiled at me and I had another of my micro fantasies of me and her on my big bed upstairs messing up the sheets. "Are you okay?" Eva asked.

"Oh it's been a long week, with the new job_"

"And looking after your new subs!" She grinned.

"Yeah that too." I had forgotten Eva had overheard part of I had made to Jane and Elizabeth. Shit, was it only a week ago?

"So are they running you ragged?"

"Who?" I wondered where this conversation was going.

"The company -- are they keeping you busy?"

"Oh yes -- we are my dear." My gran appeared from behind Eva, she was back in her usual business suit, but with an open-necked blouse and some jade jewellery it was a stunning casual affect. "And you are?"

"Eva -- Eva Morrow."

"From Allitt's Holdings?" Gran asked, I nodded.

Eva smiled, and looked at me, "Eva, this is Elizabeth Porter, my gran, her and my mum have been running the group since my grand-dad died."

Eva shook gran's hand, "So glad you could come. Are you doing a presentation?" Gran asked, Eva shook her head.

"I'm not actually sure why I'm here," she said.

"Well I'd just enjoy it then, after all it's a day out of the office, on our dollar, isn't it?" and taking Eva's arm gran led her off for a tour of the house.

"Bye." I called after them. It was really nice to see Eva again, more so because I realised the depth of the feelings I still had for her. Cue fantasy -- Eva on her knees, delightfully naked, her lovely round full tits with brown nipples, her red lips sucking my cock. In my mind's eye I could see it sliding in and out, as she brought me to _

"Mike? We're ready" Pip's voice brought me straight back to the here and now.

The event -- it had been decided after some discussion and much consultation of weather forecasts - would be in the 'ball room' (honestly a ball room, a 'for real' ball room, big enough to put a dance on with a hard wood floor and all, another of grand-dad John's big spaces) but with all the French windows open to the outside and tables and chairs scattered on the flagged patio outside.

There were some chairs scattered about the ball room, and a projector was set up to project onto the wall at the far end. Pip and I went and sat with Judith, Shell, Laura and Katherine. It was nice after just a week to have gelled with these women, and we shared a joke and chatted. The guests fidgeted and twiddled their pens and such.

We were waiting for my mum and gran to arrive, which they did quite promptly on eleven thirty. They walked into the room with Eva, laughing at something, looking totally relaxed with each other. Eva went to sit with the Allitt's people while gran and mum went to the front. They were going to speak first, then I would be introduced. I was going to give a really short speech and then let the companies do their thing.

As well as Allitt's, there were two software companies -- one whose main product is gaming software and the other whose product is security software, and some guys from a small publishing company who did a lot of specialty hobby magazines -- model boats and cars stuff like that. They had set up their show stand on the lawn and I was looking forwards to hearing from them.

My gran stood up and the quiet conversations died. "Thank you all for coming today. We thought we'd invite you here to meet the new CEO and show us what you've been up to. We're aiming for a relaxed afternoon, so we'll keep the talking brief and do plenty of socialising.

"Now as you are aware Jane Bailey and I have been acting as the joint CEO of the JE Group since my husband's death five years ago. John had a very clear plan of where he wanted the management structure to go, creating the management team," gran indicated the girls, "And asking Jane and I to take the reins. And with your help we've managed to keep the group's heads above water despite everything the economy has thrown at us.

"So now we are at a point that John had planned for, a point where Jane and I can take a step backwards and move into a new phase. Some of you will be aware from other members of the group, that on Monday we signed Mike Bailey in as the new CEO." I saw Eva do a double take. My gran had seen something else, "Don't worry we'll still be about," she laughed, "Cropping up like bad pennies.

"Mike has started his role and is looking at how we can take the group forwards. So without anything else from me, Michael can you come up here?"

As I walked across the room I could see Eva had a face like thunder. "Hi." I said to the assembled bodies. "I'm Mike."

"Some of you are probably as surprised by this as I am." I tried to catch Eva's eye line, but she wasn't having any. "They tell me that my grandfather had this all planned, it was just that no one told me." I was addressing the whole room, but really only talking to one person.

"One minute I am working for Allitt's and the next minute -- well, here I am. It's been a bit of a change and one helluva week, learning about you all. And I have been learning a lot this week, hearing people's ideas and plans, and I m excited about being able to go into the future as part of it.

"Being in this position though, it's not my plan to change things unnecessarily." Eva made eye contact -- she was still pissed off but at least she was looking at me.

"If anything I want us to become closer, to learn more about each other, to form a relationship." Yep! Still annoyed but listening now. "I want to see how we can develop and come together."

Eva looked directly at me and while she didn't smile, I felt maybe I was going to live through our next encounter.

"So please enjoy your afternoon, and I'll try and get round to you all."

My mum came up next and started off the talks. She looked a little flustered, I put that down to the butt plug.

Allitt's did a real brief run through their product line -- engineering and light mechanical work. Sostron talked about their work with security software and some of their customers and some of the issues they face. Then Form Online set up a couple of tables with controllers on and ran some demos of their games with an ATV racing game -- a Napoleonic Wars first person shooter -- which was a lot better than I thought it would be - and some really simple 'bust a move' games. That should have been the hit of the day but the publishers -- Joiner Publications -- ran races using model cars around a course marked out on the lawn.

What a blast! Jacket's came off shirt sleeves were rolled up. Pauline had the caterer's round with the drinks and soon there were the sounds of people laughing -- and cursing -- the high pitched whizz of the cars and rattle as they crashed and rolled. If people weren't racing, some of them were playing with the model boats in the big paddling pool, or trying to rescue Spain from Napoleon, or just bursting bubbles.

I caught up with some of the senior guys and we chatted about their ideas or the idea of the think tank as it rapidly got tagged. The reception for that idea was pretty warm -- one idea that got mentioned was some research into 3d printing. I left one of the guys from Allitt's with two people from Form and one of the modellers -- after telling them to write up what they had decided and get it to me for the end of next week. I saw people swopping email addresses. The management team were working the crowd too, all afternoon there was one of them near me as I talked to people, supplying me with onformation or introducing me. All in all it was going very nicely thank you very much.

I decided to see how Jane and Elizabeth were, and called Elizabeth to my study. She was rock solid. I've said it before but she has a will of iron and hadn't even broken sweat. I got her off with my fingers but I'm not sure she needed it.

Jane on the other hand still looked a little frayed, and she did need to get off. Jane clutched my arm and shuddered as she came. She kissed me deeply before I sent her to go and fix her hair.

Washing my hands in one of the downstairs toilets I wet back outside again.

"You shit!" May be Eva wasn't quite ready to forgive me. I walked her into the house, away from the gathering.

"You absolute toe-rag," she seethed. "You could have said something!"

"No that was the point," I was in full wriggle mode, "I mean - I did tell the truth, it was a job with the family business. What was I going to say?"

"You could have told me that's what?" I reckon if we'd have been at her place she'd have been throwing things by now.

Then I realised -- I didn't have to wriggle, I didn't have to excuse myself, we were friends yes, but there was nothing in the relationship that said I owed her an explanation.

I took her into my office -- and watched her eyes open wide. I sat Eva down on the chesterfield while I sat in one of the club chairs. "I didn't tell you for good reasons and you'll have to accept that, if you can't I'm sorry but that's the way it is."

I got up and poured her a drink from the tray on the side. "I couldn't just go round telling everyone, there was _ 'Stuff' _"

"'Stuff'?" Eva coughed.

I looked at her and laughed, "Yes 'Stuff', there's always 'Stuff' that needs doing in situations like this. It's a technical term it means -- 'Stuff'!"

And I told her what had happened. "And I'm not telling you because I have to but because I want to. You're the first person I have told, who didn't already know about it." I told her about being brought up to Thrallthorpe by helicopter, of the film my grand-dad had left. I told her about the house and the other properties and the companies and_"

"You're not telling me everything are you Mike?"

"Hell no." I said, "There's weird shit as well. Shit I'm not ready to talk about."

"The subs?"

"Well the subs are a good start but_"

"I know about the subs." Eva told me.

"I'm sorry?"

"I know who your subs are."



Inheritance Ch. 04



My business was now established and I was getting regular bookings for themed events. I had decided against recruiting more girls and kept Roxy and Penny. Also on DCI Jones advice I had removed the website as I was being 'watched'. I instructed Jones to do what was necessary to shut the prying eye. It was on this particular subject that Jones was sat before me. He had been promoted to Chief Inspector and was now in an even more elevated position to protect my interests. I was pleased to know that he was on the take from me and I was virtually untouchable. Our conversation came to end with Jones standing and addressing Penny who was stood at the back of the room.

"Come" was his simple instruction. Penny followed like a dog would its master.

Once outside the office Jones took a hold of Penny's wrist to stop her walking. He took in the woman stood before him. She was dressed in a bright neon yellow bikini top and neon pink briefs with black open toed platform shoes. Jones pushed his finger into Penny's mouth and began to gently fuck her mouth with it. Soon his finger was wet with her saliva and he moved his hand to her ass. Sliding his hand down her bikini bottoms his wet finger found her tight back hole. Jones pushed his wet finger into her. Penny's let a small moan escape her lips as she prepared her self to have her ass finger fucked, but that wasn't Jones's intention. He simply used her ass as tool to control her. With a finger in her ass she was marched through the house to an empty room.

Jones wanted a particular room and soon arrived at the bondage/bdsm room. Penny knew it was going to be an uncomfortable couple of hours. Taking a spreader bar Jones attached each end to one of Penny's ankles. Ensuring that she could no longer shut her legs. He moved her to a waist high table and bent Penny over it. Her hands rested naturally on the table one either side of her head and were restrained in a handcuff clasp with the other end of the chain being attached to the table. Her head was immobilised by a device similar to medieval stocks. Looking down at the table Penny noticed a two inch hole below her mouth. Jones then clamped down a metal box that fitted around her head snugly and blocked out all light. With her head trapped inside a box Penny felt something enter the hole below her mouth and she obediently opened her mouth to receive it. It was a dildo that had a pump attached to it so that fluids could be pumped through it and it to the mouth. Penny had little choice in the matter and allowed it be pushed in to her throat. Jones took a knife and pressed it against the flesh on Penny's hip, she flinched at the cold steels touch, she felt exposed as her pants fell away the side having been cut. The bikini top quickly followed exposing her breasts. Jones then attached Penny's ankles to some shackles on the floor and now rendering Penny completely immobile and helpless. This was new for Penny and she now began to wonder what was next, she found out quickly enough. Jones began to spank her ass at a fierce rate but she couldn't scream. The paddle she was being spanked with made a sharp cracking noise as it connected with the flesh that made her ass. It sounded dull to Penny, her head restrained in the small box but the pain was loud enough. 

Soon the pain from her ass stopped and was replaced with searing pain at her nipples. Jones took some nipple clamps and attached them to her nipples. Tears sprang from her eyes and dripped off her cheek. She felt another sensation as Jones began to slap her tits and pull on her clamps. Penny was now very uncomfortable; her tits were causing her a lot of pain. Now a new sensation distracted her from the pain in her tits. She felt a pressure in her mouth as the dildo began to pump an unknown liquid in to her mouth. It took a while for penny to realise what it was, vodka, she eventually caught on. Penny had no choice but to swallow the liquid. Now very worried at this turn of events penny began to panic and struggle against her bounds but no avail she couldn't escape. Jones laid a harsh slap across her ass and she calmed down resigned to her fate. The forced vodka stopped and penny began to get her breath back. 

Penny was now feeling the effects of the vodka and a drunken haze began to settle around her. The box covering her head was now removed by Jones and the invading light hurt Penny's eyes. As her vision came into focus she found the room now full of men, so many she couldn't count.

Jones voice came through the haze. "Welcome to the police mans ball whore".

Jones now stood at her side and addressed the room. "Gents, welcome the annual ball. Please make use of the house, in the marked rooms are some of our cities finest whores ready to tend to your needs, however this room holds the main attraction. Its charms will be open for 30 minutes at a time in rotation. Please refrain from cumming in it as there is a planned show at the end of the night which you are all invited to participate in. If you feel the need to shoot your load please avail yourself into one of the whores in the other rooms. When using the entertainment in this room be as rough and demanding as you wish the whore will not complain or show any disrespect but please only use the open hole. Now lets get on with the evening shall we the whore's mouth is open first, then its pussy and finally its ass and back round. Enjoy." 

Jones got up on the table unzipped his trousers and took out his dick and feed it in to Pennys mouth. He was soon hard and push into her throat. Penny could not believe what she had just heard. She had never been referred to as 'it' before, never mind 'the entertainment'. Penny had nothing to do other than lay restrained to the table as cock after cock violated her mouth in a most aggressive way. Her spit began to thicken with the churning affect of the pumping cocks in her mouth and was soon hanging from her chin in long strands. Her abusers began to rub her spit into her face and hair. Tears ran from her eyes and left black streaks down her cheeks as they mixed with her mascara. The waiting queue soon began to play with her tits and round ass; they pulled at the clamps on her nipples, groped at them and squashed them in their hands or slapped them. They also spanked her ass. Penny just accepted it and allowed the violation of her body just as DCI Jones said she would. 

The 30min bell sounded and the party turned it attention to Penny's pussy. As the first dick pushed its way up her cunt Jones the box back around her head again she felt the dildo pushing into her mouth and more vodka pumping into her mouth. Jones clearly wanted to keep her feeling the haze of drunkenness. Dick after dick pounded at her cunt and the mauling of her tits continued. Again the bell rang to signal that her ass was now open for business and the attention changed focus to her tight hole. A full 3hrs passed as Penny was used over and over each of her holes had been fuck savagely for an hour. The bell sounded and Jones began to talk to the partying group of policemen. 

"Gentlemen I assume you have enjoyed the last three hours? But now for the climax of the evening." As he finished the door to the room opened and the other 3 sluts that had been used that evening entered the room. They had been given time to clean them selves up and get changed, they all wore black bikini bottoms and black 8 inch heels with their hair tied back away from there face. There was a blonde, brunette and a red head. Each one was slim and had big firm tits and nice round pert bum. They strutted across the room, wandering hands pawed at there exposed tits and ass's as the paraded towards the table penny was still tied to. As the trio of whores reached the table they kneeled down and sat back on there heels. Jones with a roll of bondage tape restrained each of there hands by wrapping the tape around the heels of the shoes and the wrists of each arm.

Jones addressed the congregation again. "Now we have some fluffers to help us. Please choose a head to fuck, use it as your sexual desire needs. Spitting and slapping of the face with hand or dick is acceptable and positively encouraged. Now this is the important bit, when you feel the urge please fill the mouth of your chosen whore. When said slut has cleaned you to your satisfaction she will spit the contents of her mouth in to the receptacle in front of her. If you wish you can add another contribution of your own spit to the container. You may use more than one whore and when you have all finished I shall tell you the next bit."

The crowd rushed forward and the 3 whore's mouths were quickly filled with a hard dick. Not every man having his dick sucked took advantage of the whore on her knees and tied up not being able to protect herself but soon all 3 sluts had a face and tits covered in slime not only there own saliva but also spit deposited on their faces. Soon the 3 containers were filling up with cum and spit. As this happened DCI Jones had put the box back over Pennys head and then began to fuck her ass, savagely slapping at her swing tits and spanking her ass. Penny was beginning to sober up and her whimpering could be heard outside of the box containing her head much to the amusement of the gathering crowd. Eventually Jones was ready to cum so he pulled out of Pennys and made his way to the blonde whore, the only one not being used and forced his straining dick into her used mouth. A few deep thrusts and he exploded into her mouth, pulling out he instructed the whore to open her mouth and put her head back. The slut did as she was instructed and was rewarded with a mouth full of Jones's spit dribbled from his mouth and into hers. She spit the mixture in to the container. Now all policemen present had spent there loads and many where now dressed and waiting to see what was next in the night's entertainment. Jones cut free the hands of the red head and told her pour all the containers in to the large one on the table. She did as instructed.

"Now fuck off like a good whore and get back on your knees with those other two" Jones instructed her.

The red haired slut retired to her knees and waited. Jones now took the end of the pipe that was connected the dildo in Pennys mouth and put in the container.

"Now then honoured protectors of our streets, this is the moment you have all been waiting for. Our most filthy and accommodating whore and the one that we have enjoyed the most this evening is going to drink all our cum." 



With that he removed the box for the last time and turned the pump on. Pennys mouth was immediately full of the cum and spit mixture, some dribbled out of her mouth but she had little choice other than to swallow it down. Jones grabbed the hair of the red whore and dragged her to the table.

"Help her with this, suck it all up and swallow it." He pushed her up on to the table and pushed her head down and she obediently began to lap at the cum on the table. Penny was struggling now but was still able to feel the intrusion of her ass. Roxy pushed her finger into Penny's ass and whispered.

"Who's the bitch now?" removing her finger and inserting the same dildo, which Penny had raped Roxy's ass with, into Pennys ass and began fucking her with it.

Penny had no choice but to take the punishment. "Who's the bitch?" Roxy repeated, "Who's the bitch now, huh?" 

"I am, I'm the bitch. Please stop, I'm the bitch.....please .....stop....I'll be your bitch" Penny begged. Taking her mouth off the dildo which now pumped the cum and spit mixture onto Pennys face.

"Good" said Roxy taking off the strap-on off and leaving it buried in her ass.

DCI Jones just laughed at the scene before. "So that's the end of this years Ball please make your way out and take those three sluts to the station so the boys can enjoy them, if they give you any trouble throw them in with population"

The next day Roxy was sat on my on my desk and was recounting the tale of the previous day to me. I was so turned on by the thought of Penny being virtually raped by almost all of the cities police force that I simply needed to relieve myself. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock. I clicked my fingers and Roxy dropped to her knees and took my tool in her wet mouth. As Roxy's head bounced up and down on my shaft Penny entered the room. She looked very worse for the ware.

"You were well used yesterday I hear. Roxy says that everyone was happy with your performance according to Roxy"

"Well that whore would know seeing as she was the one that organised it, have me used like some common street whore at stag night" came Penny's reply.

"Well we do have some rivalry here don't we?" I laughed.

Roxy was still gagging on my cock. She could tell when I was close to cumming and would slow down her pace and not swallow me so deep.

"Roxy stop playing and suck my dick" I instructed as I pushed her head down on my cock. It impaled her throat, taking her by surprise and forcing her to retch. I held her head down.

"Well?" Said Penny.

"Well what" I replied letting Roxy's head up. She gulped for air.

"What are you going to do about?" She insisted.

"Fuck all" Came my answer. "You're both whores and anyway she paid her money, I don't see the problem here. Now fuck off and stop sulking." Penny left my office. 

As soon as the door shut I grabbed Roxy's hair and pulled her off my cock. 

"What the fuck do you think your doing? You stupid retarded fucking American whore. How dare you make me look so stupid?"

Before she could answer I pushed onto my desk and forced her to lie face down on the desk her head hanging over the edge. I pushed my dick back into her mouth and held her down by her shoulders. I began to fuck her mouth like I had fucked her cunt so many times. It was fast and frenzied my attack on her mouth, she was struggling to breathe but I was close to my climax. I pushed my dick down her mouth, her nose nestled against my stomach and her chin pushed against my balls, I pumped my cum down her throat and left my office.



Inheritance Ch. 04



Ch 04

Or sometimes you just don't see it coming! 

I think that it really would help you understand what has gone on so far if you read the preceding parts before you read this, hopefully it would make everything more sensible. 

A large part of this is not incestuous, but I am leaving it here because of the rest of the story, if this isn't your thing – sorry.

This is a fiction; I have never indulged in any form of incestuous behaviour, and to be honest never found the other members of my family attractive enough to consider it. All of the characters are made up; some of the characters are based vaguely on real people but really, really vaguely. Oh and they're all over 18. Enjoy! 




Two weeks ago I had given my notice in as the planning manager at a medium sized engineering company, when I discovered that I had inherited my grandfather's estate – a shit load of money, property, his business portfolio and his submissives. Yes, you heard that right, Grandfather John was a Dom and he dominated my mum and my gran so by inheritance I became their master. After a busy weekend being introduced to the Dom-Sub side of things I was now getting to grips with the business side of things. 

We set up meetings over that first week and held the last one at my grand-dad's house – now mine. A co-worker from the company where I had worked previously – and about whom I have lustful feelings had been more than a little surprised – quite surprised in fact. Now we were talking it through in my study, while outside the other attendees were outside on the lawn.

"I know about the subs." Eva told me.

"I'm sorry?"

"I know who your subs are." 

"Oh!" For a moment I wasn't sure what to say. Instead I just looked at her. For the couple of years I have worked with Eva, she inspires fantasies in me. Even now while she was still angry at me I had this vision of her on my big, leather topped desk, naked, her delicious tits jiggling as I slam my cock into her, and she rocks back and to. Oh dear Mike, get a grip.

"Okay, who are they?" I eventually asked her.

"You've never been too far from them, all day, and they have always been near you. The cute blonde with the pony tail. And the lawyer one. She's never further than her arm's length from you."

"Laura and Shell?"

"Yes those two. Am I right?"

"I'm not going to say. I think if my subs want to tell you who they are they can do it. I'm not going to tell you." I certainly wasn't going to confirm Shell as one of my subs, not after she had come out to me as a lesbian the night before. But Eva had spent time with both my gran and my mum without any suspicion that they were indeed my submissives.

"Eva, can I invite you back next week? I've still got some 'stuff' to sort out but come up to stay the weekend next week. Or we can hit town and do something there." By town of course I meant London.

"Town sounds good, I'd like that." Eva smiled. And we went back out to the gathering. 

The rest of the afternoon passed quite quickly. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, especially my old colleagues from Allitt's Holdings, and much chatting and networking appeared to happen. I was involved in several conversations where people from different companies in the group were swapping email addresses and ideas. At one point I looked up and saw Eva deeply involved in a conversation with Laura, but what made me smile was that my gran was involved. For a minute the conversation around me faded and I watched my gran, who at one point was arm in arm with Eva, and the three of them laughed at something Laura had said.

I should stress that Eva was not the only woman - outside of the management team and my family - present. In fact one of them had made her way to my side and was getting closer and closer. She worked for Allitt's, in a finance role. I knew her by sight, but didn't know her name. Jude intercepted her and slid her away.

Eventually they were all gone and the house was quiet again. Pauline the cook/house keeper person cracked her whip over the caterers and they had that side of things cleared in no time.

We gathered in the kitchen – I was beginning to see a pattern forming for our meetings. Pauline had the kettle on and the teas and coffees went round. 

The conversation naturally worked through the afternoon as people chipped in with their anecdotes and observations of the proceedings – Judith commented on the predatory woman – that 'ghastly' Colleen Fisher – and hearing her name reminded me of what I had heard of her when I had worked at Allitt's – of bed hopping and games of musical clothes. They all felt that the afternoon had been a success and I asked Pip to write to Joiner's thanking them for their activities and saying what a hit it had been.

"And what about you and Miss Morrow?" My mum asked, laughing.

I looked at her, trying to look as innocent as I could. "What do we know about her?" mum went on.

Laura looked at her tablet, and was about to say something but I put my hand up. "Is this going to be how it is with any woman who shows any interest in me?"

As I looked around at the assembled faces I almost expected them to nod in assent, it was close but the ladies of the management team took the hint. "I'd prefer it if you didn't please, at least not with Eva. We're friends but I'm not sure where it's going to." Who was I kidding? I knew precisely where I wanted it to go. I just wasn't sure whether I wanted it 'managed' by the management team though.

And anyway there was still Jane and Elizabeth to look after especially as they had spent all day with butt plugs in. So I called a close to proceedings for the weekend and sent everybody home and hustled the two subs upstairs.

I told Jane and Elizabeth to go to their rooms, strip, and put their collars on and report to the play room. I went and changed into a pair of shorts and a t shirt. In the playroom they both waited naked and kneeling, and I could see the tension in them both.

"Stand." I told them, "Turn around. Lean forwards over the bench."

They did and I quickly secured their ankles to the clips on the frame of the bench. When I stood up I was treated to a pair of beautiful arses thrust backwards; while nestling between Jane's heart-shaped bum cheeks and Elizabeth's rounder firmer ones were two black butt plugs. Oh fuck!

Holding Jane first, I wrapped my arm around her pulling her into me as I nuzzled her neck and fondled her gorgeous breasts, tweaking her nipples and rolling them between my finger and thumb. I licked and nibbled her ear-lobe. My hand slid down from her breasts to her tummy to her mons and then to her clit. Diddling her clitoris I used my other hand to tease the plug in her bum. However I didn't take it out and Jane moaned as I bent her forwards over the bench and secured her hands on the other side.

I moved to Elizabeth reaching round her to grasp both nipples and tweak them hard. My hips pushed Elizabeth's forwards and I drew her up, kissing her shoulders and caressing her breasts, pausing in that to grip her nipples and tug them. After she too had moaned as I kissed her neck, I pushed her forwards as well and secured her wrists.

I next picked up a multi-strand flogger and gently worked it across their bottoms, reddening them. Five flicks for one then five for the other. I didn't want to raise wheals or welts, just make them tingle. And it wasn't long before Elizabeth and Jane were pushing back their arses and groaning as they enjoyed the sensation. I was tempted to use the switch on their titties but as the two subs were facing the wall, they weren't really accessible. 

Next I removed the butt plugs, quickly and with little ceremony, only to replace them with my lubed fingers, first one and then two. Working them gently in and out the two lovely subs thrust their arses back onto my probing fingers, in and out like small thrusting pricks but with slow strokes. Jane moaned and rotated her arse as I worked hers, Elizabeth would push her bum back and grind it against my fist, grunting as she did. I was getting quite excited by now and my erection was hurting. Stopping my explorations for a minute I stood up and got rid of my shorts and underpants, easing the pressure on my cock.

I took time to caress each of the subs' pussies feeling the wetness from both of them. Both of their pussy lips were slick and wet. I took hold of Elizabeth's hips and aimed my lubricated cock at her bottom. Despite her having the butt plug in all day to stretch her, it was tight as I entered her. Shit! Elizabeth was tight, but oh so sweet! She bucked and ground her hips round as I slid in and out. A few strokes – a dozen or so, and I withdrew and moved to Jane. 

I'm not sure why - both women had been using the same size butt plug - but Jane was easier to enter, still tight on my cock but I slid into her with less effort. Moulding myself to her I squeezed her lovely full tits, hanging onto them as I plugged her butt. 

Bizarrely while I was shagging Jane I had flashes of Eva running through my head. It wasn't that I was screwing Jane and dreaming about Eva, every so often for a fraction of a second it would be Eva's tits I had in my hands, or I'd have a fleeting impression that it was Eva's belly I was running my hands across. It didn't happen when I had my cock buried in Elizabeth, I think it was the fullness of Jane's body that fooled my senses. Oh man! That had to stop. It wasn't fair on Jane, my lovely mummy-sub.

Jane's moans brought my mind back to what I was doing, she was getting off, and she was determined to enjoy it. She shook, those full tits wobbling and her head drooping towards the table. Her whole body shuddered several times as waves of orgasm took her. 

As soon as Jane had finished I moved back to Elizabeth. It only took a few more strokes to bring her close to orgasm too. Seconds later I shot pulse after pulse of cum up inside Elizabeth. She clenched her buttocks as I started to cum, and locked me inside her. Where Jane had moaned and shuddered, Elizabeth growled deep in her throat. 

I clutched at Elizabeth's nipples and pinched them hard. She squealed loud and hard and her head fell back on her shoulders, her eyes rolling, the squeal became a moan, as I rolled her nipples back and to between my thumb and fingers. 

I couldn't do much except stand there; knees slightly bent and grind my groin against her bum until I had finished the orgasm. As I did Elizabeth's hips began to shake back and to, increasing the sensation on my cock. 

Oh fuck it felt good, so good in fact that I bit Elizabeth's shoulder. 

Gasping, I pulled out of her arse, and unclipped her from the bench. As I bent down to unclip Elizabeth's ankles, I could see my cum trickle from her bum and I kissed her arse cheeks. Then I sent her to my bathroom to clean up.

Jane had watched this and was waiting for my attention, and soon she too had been unclipped, but just as quickly I turned her around, lifted her arse onto the bench and lowered her onto my cock.

It slipped up Jane's wet cunt easily and – well to put it bluntly – I shagged her. No style, no finesse, one hundred and thirty percent effort into rogering her good and proper. I could tell she was surprised, but she recovered quickly and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders and she took it like a trooper.

It was pure animal lust and the need to get off, I jack-hammered my mummy-sub's pussy, our hips pounding. She gasped and encouraged me, and we swapped ferocious kisses, hungry, ravenous kisses. I pushed her backwards so I could see her lovely pussy with its fine little band of hair, and my slick cock sliding in and out of her hot wet cunt.

I gave her tits little slaps, making them jiggle and shake as we fucked. I tugged on her hips using them to lever myself deeper and deeper inside her. My balls slapped against the inside of her thighs, all in all it was a wondrous rut. Jane came with a string of little "oh"s and she hung on to me "oh"ing and biting her lip as each cum shook her.

Eventually she pushed me away and sank to the floor and sucked me to completion. My jism splashed all over her face and hair. And I was drained.

We both made our way to my bathroom and Elizabeth had got the big bath ready and waiting.

I let Jane and Elizabeth wash me and then instructed them to wash each other and after that we lay intertwined, in the bath. After the long week we had had it was bliss to lie in the hot water. It occurred to me that this was a 'right' feeling. To lie entangled with my mum and my gran, naked in the bath like this had rapidly become normal, more than normal it had become right.

So being me I took the stick and poked the lion, figuratively speaking.

"So?" I said.

"Hmmnh?" Mum looked at me, and gran cocked her head towards me without opening her eyes.

"Eva." I said.

"Yes dear?" My mum replied, "What about her?"

"How do you feel about her?"

"She's very nice dear_" My gran said.

"She's got a very nice body." My mum added.

"Are we going to be seeing more of her?" Gran asked.

"I was thinking about it. How do you feel about that?"

"I'm not sure it's anything to do with us master?" Gran said. "Whatever you wish is fine by us_"

"But?" Gran hadn't opened her eyes so far, just luxuriating in the hot water, but now she and mum both looked at me, "There's always a 'but'.

"I think what your gran was going to say was – think it through carefully. I'm not sure she's a submissive type like we are." My mum added.

"She did suggest that was something she was into." I told them, Eva and I'd had that conversation a couple of weeks ago.

"I think she might like a bit of light bondage – the fun stuff." Mum suggested. "But she's got a head on her and I don't think she's just going to roll over and say 'thank you master', master."

"Okay." I said, and told them about the conversation in my office, they giggled at the idea of Laura and Shell being mistaken for them. 

"Oh God! If only I looked like Laura!" Mum said.

I leaned over and kissed her and gran, "You're both equally as good, as beautiful and as sexy as those two."

"Smooth bastard!" My mum laughed as she and gran kissed me back and we started to splash a lot of water about.

The next morning rose bright, clear and warm. We breakfasted on the patio, before going to the gym so that Jane and Elizabeth could do their workouts and I could do a few repeats.

Around lunch we went for a walk in the grounds of the house. Both of the subs were naked, apart from their collars, and we walked to a little open sided summer house, where I tied Jane so she hung from her hands, her legs spread and tied to the upright pillars. She was faced out towards the lake and the woods, with a vibe inserted as added entertainment.

For Elizabeth we spent some time with a little light whipping. Near the summer house there was a huge granite boulder. Sun warmed and smooth, it was a broad, fat banana shape, that grandfather John had obviously chosen so that he could secure subs with cords around the ends of the boulder. 

What did you do at the weekend Mike? Pretty quiet really, spent lunch time Saturday catching some sun, and beating my gran while she was tied to a granite boulder, how was yours?

After I had untied them, we lay in the sun and actually did catch some rays. After that we went back into the house and went skinny dipping in the pool, finishing the day with dinner out in Northampton.

"Where are you taking your young lady next week?"

"I had London and go and see something, followed by dinner somewhere. Maybe some shopping on Saturday and something touristy on Sunday. And that was as far as I had got."

The look I got from mum and gran was one of pure pity, even while they were nodding in approval at my plan. 

"Master dearest," my gran started, "if you'd be advised by these submissives you'd..."

And they outlined a killer set of options for a first date. Sometimes I think I know nothing about women, but at least I have back-up on call.

Back at the house while mum and gran made themselves acceptable for Master in my bathroom I sent Eva an email asking what she would like to do in town at the end of the week.

The return email was simple – "I'm happy to do what you want to do." Great, I have to guess, why do women do that?

I sent her the following suggestions – 'I'll book a hotel in the middle of town, there'll be a car for you at Paddington' – no one wants to pay congestion charges by driving into London. And what's the point of having money if you don't use it occasionally?'

'I've booked two suites – one for me and one for you' I wasn't presuming anything but they were adjoining.

'and we've got a table booked at Langan's. Some shopping in Regent Street on Saturday and I figure we can take Saturday night as it comes.' Who was I kidding? I had options on tickets for three shows and seats booked at three more restaurants each at a variety of times giving me plenty of options. 

On the Sunday the plan was for Eva and I to part at Paddington and her train would take her – 1st class of course - back to sunny Slough while mine would whisk me back to Northampton, also by 1st class.

The next week was spent on the road again touring some of the property portfolio, so zip time again.

I travelled with Jude and Pip – who between them knew everything about the various properties and developments – and for five days we met tenants, and caretakers from the Lake District to Bristol and from the Welsh Borders back to London. Occasionally we didn't stop, just looking at a place from a distance but most times we would call in somewhere meet the tenant and then on. But we certainly got round the country. I was knackered, but I rang mum and gran each night and swopped texts messages and emails with Eva 

But on the Friday as we looked at a housing development we owned I started to get a bit excited – and a bit nervous. As we drove into town I outlined a few ideas I had with Jude and Pip, but even while we were talking my head was elsewhere.

Anyway mid-afternoon the car dropped me off at the hotel then set off back to Northampton to get the girls home. I checked in and went to my suite.

'@ hotel – txt me when u get here' I texted Eva. 

She texted back 'just on train in windsor'. The car would be waiting at Paddington for her.

I was soaking in the bath when I heard the text alert on my phone go. It was a one word message - 'SQUEEE!' That would be the champagne and chocolates in Eva's room. (One of mum's suggestions).

As I scrambled into a robe I heard the knock on the door. Even as I said "Come in!" Eva exploded through the door and threw herself at me.

"Good start," she told me as she hugged me. "Hotel Chocolate! AND Veuve Clicquot!"

I didn't know what to say, I just let her hug me, and believe me it was very easy to do so. For a woman who had just been on a commuter train into London, once again Eva smelled delicious. Unable to say anything I just shrugged and smiled. "And the car was such a lovely touch. A girl could have her head turned by such treatment."

"Are you hungry?" I asked, she nodded, "Let's go and eat – table's booked for seven."

Eva went off to change.

An hour and little later we were sat in Langan's Brasserie (it was gran's idea, granddad John used to eat there regularly). Neither of us had been there before but it was everything I expected. And soon I was getting stuck into a steak and Eva had the Langoustines.

For a while we chatted about our weeks and talked about what else we wanted to do this weekend. After the meal I suggested we go and find a drink, but Eva suggested we head back to the hotel.

Pretty soon we were back in the hotel and I was surprised to find myself back in my room before ten.




Inheritance Ch. 04



I looked in the bar in the room and was just opening a bottle of beer when Eva knocked on the door that connected the two suites.

"Can I come in?" She asked around the door, after I nodded, she came through carrying the large bottle of champagne the hotel had set in her room. Her shoes had gone and she had pulled her trademark 'man's' shirt out so it was loose round her waist.

I took two champagne flutes from the shelf behind the bar, and presented them for her to pour.

"I tell you what," Eva told me, and she waved at the two suites with the champagne bottle, "This is just the way a first date should be." And she leaned over and kissed me.

"Is this a first date?" I asked when she pulled back.

"Oh yes!" Eva said before she kissed me again.

"Well!" I laughed and kissed her this time, "That's settled it then."

We started kissing more seriously, and we stood by the bar kissing hungrily. Eva's tongue was sinuous and smooth as we explored each other's mouths hungrily.

"We should have done this earlier." I said as we broke to regain our breaths.

"We could have done." Eva told me. "But perhaps we could move now."

So, on that note, I led Eva through to the bedroom. Placing the champagne and the glasses on a side table, I opened my arms. Nubile, sexy, voluptuous and willing Eva slid into them. 

I have been fantasising about this for months, we had been skirting round it for weeks, all through dinner I had been watching her and she had watched me back. Now my hands reached for her and we slid slowly backwards onto the bed.

There was a lot of groping and undoing, kicking shoes off, unclipping things, all the things two people do when they realise that they've been wasting time. I parted several button on Eva's shirt as I sought her skin. I kissed down her neck to the hollow of her shoulder, her hands were parting clothes and I could feel them stroking my chest, feel the coolness of her fingers and the coldness of her rings. 

I reached around her back and unclipped her bra, freeing her beautiful globes. And they were everything I had dreamed about; they fitted my hands perfectly, soft, round and natural. Eva's stiff solid nipples poked into gaps between my fingers, so I changed my grasp and twisted and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. Eva groaned.

"Yeah Mike, mmmm!" She said into my ear as I sat with her pulled into my chest, "Squeeze them for me, yeah." At the same time Eva was reaching for my cock, stroking it and massaging it. Fuck yeah. While I massaged her breast I slid my other hand down her belly, stroking, briefly exploring her navel with my finger tip, before reaching the soft curl of her neatly trimmed pubes, sliding past them to the waiting prize – her clitoris.

Standing out from its hood, it was ready and engorged; my fingers found it and teased it, tickled it, twisted, turned and tormented it. Eva's body responded, pushing her hips forwards, pressing her clit into my fingers. I looked up, seeing our reflections in the mirror on the dressing table. Eva had her head turned to the right, allowing me access to her neck and ears. Her body moulded itself to my hands - her own left hand disappeared behind her as she fondled my cock and her right hand pressed my left hand hard into her pussy. Oh man, she looked hot.

Her nipples were full and stood proud of her rounded breasts, she was breathing short, shallow breaths, almost panting. Her tits rose and fell, their movement increasing in pace as I fingered her, until suddenly she came with a shuddering moan that rocked her, and made me wince slightly as she tightened her grip on my cock.

I slid my other hand down and pushed my fingers into her proper, both arms encircling her, both hands involved in finger fucking her, and my hardness pressed against her arse cheeks. Eva now sat upright and it was me that was angled to one side as her arms flailed slowly. Eva sought to touch my head or pull me round so we could kiss, but I avoided her. I wanted to drive her to orgasm after orgasm before we made love.

And she did cum, hard at first, repeating her shuddering cum, but then as she was rocked by after-shocks, the cums became less physical but no less powerful. 'Till finally Eva just lay back against me, letting me do whatever I wanted to do.

I slid from behind her and laid her lovely voluptuous body down on the bedclothes, sliding downwards, kissing as I went. I slipped between her legs and parted them so I could kiss her pussy lips. Licking from the bottom to the top I avoided her clit at first. I lavished my attention on her pussy, eating her was as fine a dining experience as the food we'd eaten earlier. I took her pussy lips and spread them; her cunt was fleshy and reddened, and sweet tasting. I buried my face in her. Suddenly I felt her hands on the back of my head, her legs slowly lifted and were placed resting on my shoulders. 

Eva started to tremble and I worried at her pussy lips with my tongue, and for a while she hovered on the edge of cumming. I left her there for a few moments, then snaked a finger into her arse. She shrieked as she jerked, her hands came away from my head and she grabbed the sheets with both hands, clutching them tightly as her hips lifted and dropped convulsively, repeatedly. "Oh Fuck! Yes! No, you bastard, no fucking more! Please? Please no more?"

Eva's vocalisations came as a bit of a surprise to me, I'm not a vocal person and because of their training neither are Jane or Elizabeth. It wasn't a problem; in fact I was using it as a way of measuring the effect of what I was doing.

The sudden stop in the noises from Eva made me stop and look up. Eva was lying on her back, eyes open staring at the ceiling. I decided it was time for some champagne, so I poured some more into the glasses and sat on the bed next to Eva's head. 

And I waited. 

And waited.

"Fuck!" she said when she eventually sat up on one elbow. I offered her the glass and she drank thirstily. "You bastard! That just didn't stop, I'm still trembling. Why? Why did you do that?" 

I smiled at her question, and drank my champagne, before shrugging. "It just seemed like the thing to do."

"Oh wow!" And she leaned over to kiss me. 

The kissing was open mouthed and we both set our drinks down as we embraced, but this time it was Eva's turn to kiss her way down my body, lavishing kisses on my abs and rimming my navel. Eventually she came to the object which she held gently in her hands.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" It was a happy, hungry sound as she lowered her mouth onto the head, sliding her lips down the shaft until my cock touched the back of her throat. I watched her flick her hair over her ear so I could see what she was doing. Eva's fingers circled the base of my cock and she worked her mouth up and down, alternating between licking the shaft and washing the tip with her tongue, cleaning any pre-cum from the head. 

And she was good too, using subtle changes in pressure from both her tongue and fingers. Part of me was ashamed to compare her to my subs – especially – as I have said before – as my mum is world class at oral. But Eva was up there with Elizabeth at least. However because I had been getting such good action recently I was able to keep myself from cumming too quickly. 

I was enjoying it, and I was enjoying looking at Eva's lovely body, her naked arse was especially attractive and I ran my hand over it, stroking her bum cheeks and squeezing them. I wanted to reach around and diddle her pussy but she batted my hand away – not wanting the distraction. In response she lowered her head and suckled on my balls. 

That was cool, and I revelled in the feeling, so much so I felt it would be a good point to bring things to a head. I could feel my ball bag tighten and lift, Eva felt it too and she switched her mouth back to the top of my cock and started to wank me. Holding her head I shot several spurts of cum straight to the back of her throat. I came so hard some of the cum dripped from her lip, dribbling down her chin and landing on her round soft tits. I reached out and scooped it up with my finger before offering it to her mouth. She sucked it enthusiastically. Her grin signalled a job well done, and I leaned in to kiss her again, tasting my cum on her mouth. 

"You don't have a problem with that?" She asked me. I lowered my head and slowly licked the remaining smear of cum from her breast.

"Oh. My. God." She said, slowly and emphatically, "That is so fucking sexy."

More champagne, was followed by snuggling.

"Oh that was – Wow! Most guys I have been out with have been straight into fucking – we are going to fuck aren't we? But that – that was something else!"

I nodded. "I've learned a lot the last few weeks_"

"The suh_?"

I touched her lips with my finger, "Shhhhh! Let's not talk about that. At least not tonight?"

"I've got questions." She told me quietly.

"I know," I told her, "But not tonight." And I pulled her hips towards me.

Rolling my leg over hers I placed myself between her thighs and lifted her hips. I was ready to enter her and she helped to guide me into her. Slowly at first, steady strokes, my cock sliding in and out, in and out. Eva wrapped her legs around me, making sure I remained where I was. I lifted them to my shoulders and used the better access to pick up the pace. 

And then there was THAT moment.

As I shoved my hips forwards Eva slid back and those lovely round tits wobbled on her chest. It was my fantasy. The vision I had had three weeks earlier when she had walked into my office. I had imagined her on her back and on my desk and – damn – I nearly came there and then!

Instead I leaned forwards taking those gorgeous globes in my hands again, and hammered my dick into Eva's slick cunt. It was animal, ferocious and raw sex, and it felt good too. 

Eva lifted her hips to match my thrusts, rotating them and grinding them against my thrusts. She was urging me on "Yes! Fuck me harder!" Her urging became hoarser and hoarser, till she just squealed. She'd cum and cum hard, so now it was my turn and soon I was shooting my cum deep up inside her.

Oh man it felt good, it was like I was emptying myself out into Eva. What a sensation! I kept pumping until my cock slid out, Eva was lying there was watching me. As I lowered myself to her oozing quim she raised herself onto her elbows. "Oh!" 

Slowly, deliberately I licked her gooey pussy, taking a large dollop of cum on my tongue, lifted myself up and swapped it with Eva in a cummy kiss. She rolled it round and round her mouth before swallowing it with a smile.

"You. Are. One. Sick. Sexy. Bastard!" She told me.

"That's Mr Sick Sexy Bastard to you." And we kissed again. Before we entangled ourselves and fell asleep in the wreck that had been my bed.

I woke twice that night, once when I found Eva sucking my cock to hardness. I enjoyed it for a few minutes before she slipped her leg over mine and inserted my cock into her pussy. She slowly, languorously, worked her body down onto my cock and then laid her body down on top of me. She snuggled into me and we kissed lazily while she started to work her hips around and around. Grinding her pussy on my cock, she pushed herself upwards, grinning as she did. I took the chance to take both of her full round breasts in my hand and flicked the nipples with my thumbs.

Eva became more vigorous in her movements and I started push my hips up matching her circular motions, she squealed as I tugged on her thick nipples. Her dark hair framed her face, hiding her eyes as it fell forwards, all I could see was her sexy, happy grin.

"I could fall in love with fucking you," she told me. 

"Good!" I told her. "Because I am loving this."

I rolled her onto her back and started to fuck her, just as slowly, but with Eva under me I could move my hips better. She in her turn hugged me close to her and gently bit my shoulder. 

"Fuck me, Mike." She said, "Fuck me hard. Fuck my brains out! Harder, you sexy fucking bastard, harder!"

I was getting used to her talking like this, it was good, and I enjoyed that she was comfortable enough with me to be like that. It acted as a spur, and I pounded my cock in and out of her cunt.

"Oh yeah Mike, yeah!" I leaned forwards and took her left nipple between my teeth tugging it. Eva's back arched as she thrust herself upwards, I slid my hand under the small of her back and pulled myself vertical, once more I could see her lovely boobs bobbing back and to in time with my thrusts but now I got the feeling that Eva was ready to cum. Her breathing was more rapid, her legs – wrapped round my waist – were clenching and she fired an incessant stream of encouragement at me.

"Oh yeah baby! There, yeah there Mike! Oh yeah! Fuck me baby, fuck me hard! I'm cumming, cumming, hard! Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh God! Fuck! Oh God! Oh Fuck!"

I carried on fucking her till I felt myself ready to cum, and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Eva looked at me.

"Nothing," I laughed, "Just making it last." I could feel that the cum had subsided so I started moving again, slowly again. 

"Mmmmm!" Eva smiled at me, "I know what you're doing." Caressing my shoulders, "This is good."

And we repeated the cycle three times – with Eva effing and blinding her passion, eventually I couldn't hold back cumming like a flood. I shuddered as I came and came and came. Collapsing on the bed next to Eva, I felt her move next to me, only to find her licking my cock clean.

I tried to pull her up to me but she insisted, "Poor little guy has worked so hard tonight." Well it did feel good. And eventually we cuddled and we had drifted off to sleep again.

I did get up again that night, to go for a piss, as I climbed back into the bed. Eva was half covered by the sheet, her hair tousled and her arms flung wide. One breast showed, round and delicious with a dark nipple centred on its mound. Tonight, we had visited more than a few of the fantasies I had had about Eva. I lay down next to her and I could smell her usual perfume but she also smelled of sex – hers and mine. I just lay for a few minutes breathing in.

I started to think about her and I – my initial thought was that I wanted Eva in my life, it wasn't just the sex, that was good, and I'd known her a few years now, through work. But then I thought, it's early on Saturday morning, and I really needed sleep.

As I lay my head back on the pillow a warm arm draped itself across my chest, Eva snuggled closer, and a drowsy voice said, "Night Mike."

Breakfast – after the obligatory first fuck of the day - on Saturday morning was a room-service affair. Eva greeted him wearing just a sheet while I showered – I mean it's a London hotel so it's probably not the worst they have seen. Anyway while we breakfasted we discussed what we were going to do. I suggested we hit Oxford Street, I told Eva I needed some new suits and that I would value her opinion – and if she was good, I told her, I would return the favour.

So zip time – no really, it was shopping in London, in Oxford Street. Now for a lot of people it's the retail therapist's Mecca, I had forgotten how vicious and brutal it gets – and it wasn't even the sales! People seem to forget they're dealing with other people; it's like an all-in wrestling bout.

Still I picked up a couple of suits, and some nice shirts and a pair of casual boots. Eva made a bee line for Rocha John Rocha – which kind of surprised me, I had her down for a Harvey Nicks kind of girls, but that was cool as it meant we didn't have to traipse out to Knightsbridge, but we did spend an inordinate amount of time in Debenhams.

Now me, I was sort of planning that Richard Gere thing - you know "Just how obscene an amount of cash are we talking about here? Profane or really offensive?" It didn't work out like that though, Eva was quite frugal, in terms of what I was prepared to spend it was less 'offensive' and more like a mild swear word. Still, she seemed happy, and she was carrying a lot of bags back to the hotel room.

The concierge arranged for our things to be taken to our rooms, and we went for a drink in the bar. A girl was playing the piano, covering Einaudi tunes. I asked for a glass of beer and Eva ordered a cocktail. 

There was an interesting spectrum of people in the bar – some taking tea, some drinking as we were. There appeared to be a tea party to celebrate someone's birthday and the usual guys who has been dressed by his wife – he's heard of jeans but doesn't fully grasp the idea. I mean who wears jeans with creases in them? There was also a range of mature couples having a weekend in town. The women all seemed to be elegant and well dressed but to a man their husbands had the disposition of a bull dog licking piss off a nettle, red-faced and angry looking.

One pair sat down near us and he gave us such a dirty look – Eva had moved her chair round so we could sit closer and both see the room.

Our drinks arrived and just as I raised mine to my lips Eva leaned over and whispered softly "I'm still having problems walking after last night."

I nearly spat beer all over the table, I laughed so loud. Mr Angry's head whipped round as if he was going to say something but his wife calmed him down. And once he realised it was nothing to do with them I thought about what Eva had said. And I realised that it was the kind of thing we had been doing all afternoon. We had been sharing jokes and laughing all day. Sometimes it wouldn't even need us to say something – we'd just share a look and know what the other was thinking, and both burst out laughing.

Now I am not stupid enough to say – 'Oooooh! It was love at first sight!' I don't think Eva would either, but I do know it felt comfortable and right to be with her.

"What were you planning for tonight?" Eva asked me.

I told her about the tickets for the shows and the options we had for eating. She looked at me. "Would you mind if we didn't go out? We could do the room service thing again; I'd like to stay in with you."

Bugger me! There's not a lot you can say to that except, "Sure, of course." And being completely honest I couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening.

Zip forwards an hour and I was lying on the bed – all nicely made up and neat – we could always trash it later. I'd just finished calling Thrallthorpe and I had spoken to Jane and Elizabeth, everything seemed fine there. Eva knocked and came in. 

"I was thinking," she said, she was wearing the bathrobe from her room. "I was thinking with this run of hot weather we've been having, would you like to share some bath water; you never know when they're going to ration it?"

As she drifted towards the door of my bathroom I was getting up off the bed shedding clothes, by the time I had covered the ten or so steps to the bathroom I was naked. I joined Eva as we ran the bath together and while we watched it fill kissed and cuddled. Soon we were both soaking in the larger than usual hotel bath. I liked the sense of scale in this hotel and wondered whether my grandfather had helped them plan this bathroom.

After we had both washed each other and explored each other's soapy bodies we settled in with Eva leaning against me and my hands wrapped round her. There were cold beers from the bar in the suite on a side table. 

"Do your slaves bathe you?" she asked.

"They're not slaves," I told her "And yes they do."

"What are they then if they're not slaves?"

"They're submissives."

What's the difference?"

I took a drink from my beer-bottle, "I suppose it's as much attitude as anything else. I don't own my subs," I went on; "If either of them wanted to take off they could, by definition a slave can't do that, their master owns them."

"Didn't you tell me you'd inherited your subs, if that doesn't make them property, nothing does."




Inheritance Ch. 04



"Trust me my subs submit, but they aren't owned." Behind her head I smiled at the thought of my mum or my gran being someone's slave. Yeah, like that was going to happen – ever!

"But what do they get out of it?" and it was a good question, but a bitch to answer. 

"Well – one of my subs is a pain slut, she gets that from it but she knows that the person who is inflicting the pain does it with complete respect for her and a lot of love. I am never going to cause her pain just because I want to, only ever because she wants it."

"What about the other one?"

Go on explain your mum without giving the game away! "The other submitted at a vulnerable time in her life, her master took her on as a sub to protect her, and I am carrying that on." Yep! That works, I'll stick with that. Now distract her.

I started playing with Eva's nipples, rolling them between my fingers and teasing them till they stuck out firm and full. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Eva moaned, laying her head back and kissing my cheek. We made waves.

"But what is it you do with them?" She asked struggling out of her pleasure.

Sighing at her persistence, I kept fondling her boobies but explained, about giving instructions, and about them having to follow certain practices and routines.

"Like what?"

"Always being naked, in the house." She turned to look at me, to see whether I was being serious. 

"Yes," I told her, "Apart from their collars."

"Collars?"

"And butt plugs occasionally." I smiled again, I had made both women wear butt plugs all day at a 'works' function a week ago, one Eva had been at.

"Do you fuck them?"

Again I had to think about this – about what is fucking and what is making love, did I just fuck Jane and Elizabeth or was what I did more loving than that? I liked to think it was – more loving, but I also had to admit that sometimes it was just too urgent to be tender. "Yes, sometimes."

Eva rolled onto her front, trapping my erect cock between her thighs, and reaching her arms up around my neck. "Do you make love to them?" she asked.

That was easy, "Yes."

Eva let her weight press the hard nubs of her nipples into my chest before moving herself slowly up and down – still with my hard cock trapped between her legs. "Will you make love to me again?"

All the easy ones together, eh? I kissed her slowly, "Yes." I said quietly.

We moved to the bed and made languorous slippery love, our bodies still damp from the bath, we rolled and twisted and touched and tasted. No tussling as we undressed - this was an au naturel start and an ecstatic finish. Snapshots of the action flash through my mind – me plunging my cock in and out of her hips held up off the bed. Her up on top, ride me cowgirl! Throwing her arms about as my bucking hips tossed her around. Her below me, me below her. Side by side, tangled legs, gasping mouths and once again shuddering release. 

I stood up off the bed, to go and drain the now cold bath, get my beer and get the robes.

"How do you do that?" Eva asked plaintively.

"Do what?" I smiled back.

"Leave me limp and fucked and useless, like that?" She struggled up from the bed, and took her robe off me. "It's not like I'm complaining, but_"

I looked at her, querying the 'but'.

"Well, if I'd known you could fuck like that, I'd have probably shagged you months ago." She turned and kissed me.

If only she knew how long I had been having THOSE fantasies about HER. "Are you ready to order dinner now?"

We sat and looked at the menu together, and ordered. Then we scampered off and got dressed.

Soon a pair of porters came and set up a table, with another chair, a wine waiter brought our wine selection, proffered it to me – you know the routine. The wine was very nice Chablis – crisp and fruity but not over-poweringly so. And then the waiters brought the serving trolley. 

The waiter lingered to make sure everything was served as it should be, and the dishes for the starters cleared and reset for the main course. Then once we had been served the main, and suggested we would not be having a dessert they cleared off. Eva selected an Ardennes pate with wild fruits, and I went with breast of partridge with a salad. 

For the main course Eva went with a grilled plaice and rice, while I went with my usual steak.

The conversation during the early part of the meal was restrained and sensible, the waiter was there but he was doing a very good impression of a statue, but I wasn't comfortable talking about some things in front of him. However once he had gone Eva took the chance to get back to quizzing me.

"Your subs?"

"Yes?"

"The blonde and the one with the long dark hair_"

"Hmmmn?" I asked non-committally.

"You're not going to tell me are you?"

"Don't take this the wrong way but no, I'm not."

"But it is them isn't it."

"I'm not going to confirm it or deny so don't ask me again."

And so it went all through the meal. To be honest it was fun. I kept answering her questions – as much as I would – and the look on her face at some of the answers made it worth it.

"Why butt plugs?"

"To stretch them so I can fuck their sweet little arses?" Big wide eyes! Eva loved screwing but she was fairly straight – listen to me sounding like I really know what I'm talking about – and was obviously still an anal virgin.

"And you give them commands?" 

"Yes, but the most common one is to tell them whether they can cum or not." Eva's mouth dropped open momentarily at that.

"You punish them?"

"Of course, after all that is what it's about." I told her. "It's a game. They misbehave to get the reward they want. They enjoy the discipline, that regulates their world, tells them what they can and can't do. And the punishment is their reward."

Eva placed her knife and fork together. "I'm kind of intrigued by all of this," she said. She stood and moved to feet, and then knelt down in from of me.

"Master?"

Oh Fuck! This was too tempting, too easy.

I reached down and took her shoulders, drawing her upwards we made our way to the bed where I sat her down and looked into her eyes.

"You would not believe how much I would love to make you my sub. But I don't think we should do it now. I am enjoying this weekend so much – I'm enjoying being with you so much. Of being a man and with a woman, and not having to be arsed about 'rules'. There is so much to being a master and a sub." I kissed her – her lips melted against mine.

Eva was about to say something and I stopped her, "Two weeks ago in the office you told me you didn't mind giving up control sometimes." Eva nodded.

"With my subs, it has to be total, complete submission. You have to be prepared to give me control completely, can you do that?" (Yes, I know it's not like that with Jane and Elizabeth – I'm not totally stupid!)

I had Eva folded in my arms, as she looked at me, "I don't know. I'm not certain."

I started gently unbuttoning the front of her blouse, "I really like being with you Eva, I think we're good together. What we're doing now is fantastic, it's between a man and a woman," I lowered my face and kissed the upper swell of her breasts. 

"Not a master and a sub?" Eva arched her back upwards, pushing her breasts up into my face.

"No."

The kissing got hotter and more intense. "Oh yeah, Mike kiss my nipples, suck them baby. Bite, oh please bite. Yes!" This last word was a sensual hiss of pleasure,

This was the best way to end the questions, by taking Eva's mind off the Dom/sub thing and putting it elsewhere.

I took my time stripping Eva, carefully peeling her clothes from her, kissing her flesh as it was revealed. Her hands were twined in the bed clothes, grasping hands full and twisting them. She flexed her body and writhed under my tongue and my kisses. Every so often I would leave off my kissing progress around her body and return to Eva's full lips and her hungry mouth.

"I'm yours Mike, take me, fuck me now – fuck me hard baby."

So, I did. Pinning Eva to the bed and stroking my cock in and out of her lovely pussy. Several times I felt her shudder and twitch below me, her nails scratching at my skin. I felt myself coming and paused – as I had the night before. I told Eva to turn over and she lifted her hips up presenting her arse to me, as I slipped back into her pussy.

More leisurely fucking but now Eva's passion was outlet into the quilt and the sheets, clawing them like a cat and mewling in pleasure before cumming heavily.

The third pause – I decided to stay with doggy style, pulling Eva's hips into mine – each thrust making her rounded boobs jiggle under her, time and again Eva would reach forwards to bury her face in the quilt, time and again I would pull her hips up and dictate her pose.

Fuck it I was dominating Eva! I realised I'd been dominant all weekend, but also I realised that she was going along with it. I decided to try something – a test.

The fourth pause came up but this time I decided a change was in order and drawing my slick, greasy cock from Eva's cunt and pressing it to the delightful little pucker of her arse.

"OH GOD MIKE!" Eva squealed as it penetrated her. "Oh no! It won't fit!"

As my cock, slick with the juices from her own pussy, slid in deeper, the faint sound of protest became passion again. This time though I let Eva claw the quilt and stretch cat like in front of me, soon she ground her hips back onto my dick where it impaled her. Soon "Oh no" had become "Oh yes".

She was tight, oh yeah, she was tight and it wasn't long before I was ready to cum.

I wrapped my arms around her and drew her up, her back pressed against my chest. Even as I was shooting ropes of gooey cum up inside her arse, we were kissing fiercely, her head twisted towards me and my hands cupped her breasts, while hers reached back and pressed my hips forwards.

I was done. I held her as we fell to the bed together, and we looked at each other. Her hand went to my cock and she felt the stickiness on it. Without a word she got up and went to get a cloth. Pressing me backwards she cleaned my cock, wiping it with the cool dampness. Finishing she leaned down and planted a kiss on it before scampering back to the bathroom.

She climbed back into an embrace and we snuggled down. Soon I could hear Eva's breathing – and I wasn't even drowsy. But it gave me time to think.

I could see that Eva trusted me to lead – although she had initiated several acts, each time she had assumed the under role. 

I liked Eva, I felt comfortable with her, physically we're quite compatible. When we were out shopping it was the Eva I knew from the office, effective, controlled and quite powerful but everything I had seen so far suggested that Eva was really okay with being submissive. I thought about it for a while but still wasn't sure how I was going to proceed. And at that point – comfortably entwined I fell asleep.



Inheritance Ch. 05



Or sometimes you just don't see it coming! 

I would like to thank everyone who has stuck with this series so far - thank you for so many encouraging and interesting comments (and the odd bizarre invitation). This story has got so much bigger than anything I originally planned, even now it seems to want to stretch itself out, but I'm getting towards the end of the main story. There will be one more part after to round everything up – then there will be a sequel and a prequel, which I felt I had to write just for completeness, after those, that really will be it. This story will have been told and I have others that I want to tell. So once again thanks for all the support so far.



I think that if you want to understand what has gone on so far you need to have read the preceding parts before you read this, hopefully it would make everything more sensible. There is incest in this chapter so I have left it in that category, but there's other stuff in there too, as in the last chapter, if that isn't your thing – sorry. 

This is a fiction; I have never indulged in any form of incestuous behaviour, and to be honest never found the other members of my family attractive enough to consider it – and I'm guessing they all felt the same way too. All of these characters are made up; some of the characters are based vaguely on real people but really, really vaguely. Oh and of course they're all over 18. Enjoy!

Really, really quickly then – three weeks ago I found out I had come into a shitload of money. My grand-dad had named me as the main beneficiary of his will, leaving me houses, a string of businesses, aforementioned shit load of money and his two submissives on my twenty-fifth birthday. 

What? 

Yes. 

Yes I did say his submissives. Grand-father John, being a Domme, had handed on his two subs – my gran and my mum and I had taken them on, becoming their master. So the last three weeks had been about all of the terms of the will – leaving my job and taking the reins and trying to deal with a burgeoning relationship with the voluptuous Eva, who I worked with, as well as coming to terms with an incestuous BDSM relationship. It had all been a bit of a whirlwind with travel, money, whips, chips chains and dips, oh and more sex than you can shake a stick at. Not to mention a chat with a stunning lesbian lawyer type, about the need to get my finger out – so to speak - and provision an heir. It had culminated in a trip to the Big Smoke, with the lovely Eva and more sex. 

A lot more sex.

Did I mention that I had no idea at all that any of this was about to happen? 

You never see it coming.

So here we were on Sunday morning in our hotel room, eating a fabulous breakfast in bed. Both of us naked and Eva's tits jiggling nicely as she buttered toast.


"I've been thinking." I said, Eva looked at me, "about the Dom/sub stuff. Do you still want to try it?" She nodded.

"Well, why don't you come to Thrallthorpe next week end and we can talk things through, maybe try a few things, see where it goes."

So help me - she beamed, when I said this, her face lit up. I mean she is a clever, articulate woman, well educated, working at a good level, and I invite her to a bit of bondage and she starts to smile like it's all of her Christmases coming at the same time.

"I'd like that," she said. "What made you change your mind?"

"I've really enjoyed this weekend, being with you. I think we're good together." Eva nodded in agreement. "It makes sense for us to explore it see how it goes."

"Okay," she said and gave me that beaming smile of hers again.

We parted at Paddington station, Eva travelled first-class back to Slough and I did the same back to Northampton, and to be honest I wanted to take her back home with me. But though I am technically her boss, she does work for Allitt's one of the companies in the group, so she had to be in work on Monday.

I got my iPad out on the train and browsed, read the news, answered some emails, most of the time though, I was nursing a hard-on under the table as I had vivid flashes of carnal activities – Eva with my knob down her throat or that fleeting picture of us from the mirror. I was rock-hard from Paddington station until I got off the train and there was a driver waiting for me.

When I got home Jane and Elizabeth were waiting for me – naked as they were supposed to be, and while Elizabeth went and prepared a bath, I took Jane over the big padded ottoman in my room.

I shot several big gouts of cum deep into Jane's pussy, filling her, before scooping cum up and offering it to her on my finger.

"Mmmmm Master, this sub has missed you so much this week, I know sub Elizabeth has too. Was your weekend a good one?" I offered her more cum on my finger and she licked it off vigorously.

"Yes it was Jane – I think we need to go to town some time so we can buy you and Elizabeth some clothes, and other bits." Jane nodded her agreement.

We made our way into the bathroom where Elizabeth waited. After a quick 'assisted bath' the three of us went to the play room where I heard 'confession'. Both of the subs admitted to minor indiscretions, and both were punished. After a couple of hours of gentle admonition I was just about ready for bed, so I sent Jane and Elizabeth to their rooms and slept alone that night.

The next morning was the 'management team', which took place in the kitchen as we had planned. I didn't have a lot to say, I was trying to switch back to work mode, after the week-end. I was still mulling over what I had seen the week previously, on my tour of various properties, but there was more to deal with Pip - my PA - was running through a list of meetings and dial-ins, including several journalists including one from the Financial Times. All of the girls of the team made a short report on their week ahead. Just before we split up for the week ahead, I asked Laura the head of group personnel, if she had the background details for Eva.

A sudden hush fell on the room, all of a sudden purses and wallets were opened and money started moving between people, most of it seemed to be landing in my grandmother's hand.

"What?!" I asked plaintively.

"Your gran was the only one of us who bet you'd want to take that further."

I was speechless. Laura was laughing as she handed me a data stick, "It's all on there."

I looked at Shell, with whom I had had a conversation about an heir. "Can we talk after the betting shop is closed?" She was also laughing as she nodded.

In my study (that's still a rush – I've got a study that's as big as many people's flats.) I looked over the data Laura had given me – and the first thing I noticed was that Eva had money of her own. She wasn't rich but she was comfortable as they say. The grand-daughter of an Austrian duke, her mum and dad had moved to England. 

There was a lot of data, more than I needed, in fact I didn't get past the first 'page'.

"So what do the team think about Eva for a potential wife?"

"Generally it's seen as a good thing. Perhaps a bit quick, but that's something only you can decide_"

"Based on what?" I asked 

"Well - given all the information you've got – I'd go with your gut."

"No more than that?" I asked laughing.

"Well, it's your relationship, how do you feel about it?"

I opened up to Shell. I shared all of my thoughts and feelings from the weekend and from many weeks before. I told Shell how comfortable it had felt while we had been shopping in Regent Street. I gave her an edited version of what had happened in the hotel with the guy who had glared at us. I told her everything about our relationship - from my side anyway – from when we had worked together at Allitt's.

"What I'm hearing is not love at first sight, now I'm not good at the whole boy-girl thing, but it sounds like real deep affection, could be a really good basis for a long-term relationship."

"Kind of what I was thinking," I told her scratching my head, "But we're a way off even close to proposals. What is the betting on a proposal?"

Shell explained that most people thought there wouldn't be anything before Christmas, but there were other opinions. I gave Shel a ten pound note and told her to get me good odds for something before Christmas. She thought about it carefully, on fairness grounds but then slipped the money in her pocket.

After several phone calls, I got time to sit, have lunch and talk with my mum and gran – as themselves and not Jane and Elizabeth. I opened up to them as well, told them as much as I had Shel, but there was more to it – I wanted to know how they would feel about bringing a third woman into the house.

Gran was keen, mum was less so.

"The thing is," she told me, "I don't want you rushing in to something." 

"Hang on a minute," I laughed, "I'd only come into my inheritance a week – less! Four days – before I was being told to get my arse in gear and get myself an heir in order!"

"That's true." My mum allowed me, "But are you rushing into something?"

Was I? It was a really good question. "I think if I was just going to go out and grab someone, yeah, you'd be right. But I've known Eva a few years and I think we make a good couple. I'm quite happy I could live with her, we share the same sense of humour and the sex is good. It's how she feels about the whole sub thing."

"How do you intend to deal with that?" Gran asked.

"Well she asked about it on Sunday and I put her off. But she's coming here on Friday for the weekend. Let's see how it goes."

Both of their faces were a picture - our sub/dom stuff was usually confined to a weekend; Eva's presence would eat into that time considerably. They both looked very glum about it. I realised it was up to me to make it up to them during the week....

The rest of the afternoon was busy with a two-hour conference call about setting up the group R&D organisation. Even that wasn't enough, but it got us a long way down the road, and I had a long list of actions to take away. But it meant that by six that evening I was ready for a little relaxation.

The first thing I did was summon Jane and Elizabeth, they turned up – sans clothing – and I told them what I intended. After a light evening meal we went to the gym where I caught up with my repeats and the subs did theirs. Then we all went swimming, in the nude.

We played like kids and breasts got fondled and squeezed, pussies and cocks were stroked and I couldn't help but think about my first time in this pool and how all of a sudden the mood had changed. How quickly attitudes can change in just a month. This time when I left the pool it was deliberate, but ready to move on to the next part of the evening.

We adjourned to the 'playroom'.

In the playroom I had both subs kneel and present. Elizabeth's perky little pierced boobs and Jane's fuller tits, both women with shaved pussies – Elizabeth's with the piercings. I loved both of them intently, but now I was going to restrain them. 

As I have said before Elizabeth likes her pain and Jane likes to be restrained – the tighter the better. So I started by restraining Elizabeth over the saw horse. I made Jane stand next to the rounded pillar on the other side of the room. Carefully I bound her body to the post, wrapping the silk ropes around her and the pillar, and tying them off. Without making it too tight I tied the next rope round her throat, not drawing her head back too tightly to the pillar, but enough that she wouldn't be able to move it.

I drew Jane's hands backwards and clipped the cuffs on her wrist to a spreader bar, before hoisting it up so her arms were above her head. 

With those big boobs of hers showing between the dark coloured ropes, my mum looked hot. I just had to do a couple more things for her restraint. 

I wrapped the rope round her lower leg, before lifting it upwards and wrapping the two together. Once I had done this is took the long tail of the rope and tied off at the top of the pillar. Last of all I tied the remaining leg to the pillar. "Don't cum unless I say you can."

I placed a thick chubby vibrator into Jane's pussy and let it buzz away, and I added a small ball-gag to her mouth. Jane looked really happy as I turned away and picked a multiple strand flogger off the shelf. Elizabeth looked back over her shoulder as I approached.

Her sweetly rounded bum wiggled against the restraints, and I started gently lashing it, trying to warm it, give it some colour first. Slow, steady, regular light strokes, five on this cheek and five on that. For ten or so minutes I continued, flicking the flogger just enough to redden. I picked up a vibe, and started working it round Elizabeth's bum hole, down between her legs and round the lips of her pussy. 

Duality time - a month ago and on a Monday night, I'd have been settling down with Netflix, now it's Monday night and I have my mum tied up like a beef roast and I'm working a vibe on my gran's bum – isn't life strange? That thought inspired a note to self - need to get some tunes in the play room. 

I decided to up the stakes on Elizabeth's bum, starting in on it with a switch. I needed something to bring some marks to her arse but still leave her functional during the week. I know Elizabeth can take it, but I was planning at least four nights of this, and I wanted to stamp my authority on the subs.

Whick! Whick! The sharp blows of the switch left fine red lines on Elizabeth's cheeks, four on each cheek. Each one of them hurt, even Elizabeth twitched when they landed – the marks were distinct and clear. Elizabeth flinched and groaned quietly, but I was happy with the picture of her arse. Time for more vibe, I dipped the tip into a tub of jelly and slid it into the centre of her little brown wrinkle. Elizabeth's hips rotated as she sought to capture it. Around and around her bum it went, then in. I slid it in half of its length as I whispered, "Remember Elizabeth, come only when I tell you that you can!"

Elizabeth pushed her hips back against the pressure of my hand and growled at the feel of the vibe's penetration. 

It was Jane's turn next, I watched her for a moment as I got ready. Her eyes were shut, and her breathing steady, regular, Jane was concentrating on not letting the vibe push her over the edge. Her hair was damp with sweat and she looked so serious, so intent as she sought to obey my rules. At that precise moment there was no one in the whole world that I loved more.

I took the vibe out first, switched it off and laid it aside. Next I took a pair of nipple clamps, and put them in place on Jane's large nipples. She winced but nothing more. Her eyes – open now - watched me as I approached. I removed the ball gag and kissed her slowly. Our tongues lashed at each other hungrily as I leaned in and twined my hands in her hair, guiding her head how I wanted it. Jane was still immobilised and I placed myself so she could feel my hardness against her thigh.

I reached over to pick up the switch again, and this time I worked it over Jane's mons. I had plenty of access with Jane's leg being tied up out of the way, I was intending for us to sleep together later so I wasn't too hard but the light whick!, whick! whick! of the switch reddened her skin. Warming her pussy lips and mons I saw the redness spreading and Jane tried to rotate her hips under the blows.

I stopped switching her pussy and placed a few blows on her breasts where they poked through the ropes, but avoiding her nipples. Once again I avoided too much punishment, just enough to warm the flesh. At the same time I was tugging on the nipple clamps. Soon Jane was panting and writhing within her bonds. As I kissed her again I slid my left hand down her body and started to fondle her sex, "Cum for me Janey," I whispered as I stroked her clitoris. 

I love watching Jane when she cums, especially in a situation like this one, where she has been holding it and holding it. Orgasms rock her, make her tremble and shudder – they really get a hold of her and shake her like a rag. If she hadn't been tied up I know she'd have been hanging on to me as her knees went weak. Just love it. I could see her starting to slump in the bonds, so I took the ball gag off her, and quickly loosened the rope round her neck. And slump she did. I checked Elizabeth; she was writhing in her own bonds as she dealt with the vibe in her arse.

Jane is a classy looking woman, always neat, especially her hair, but after she had cum so hard she slumped in the ropes that held her and her hair was wildly dishevelled. I leaned in, gently lifted a lock of her hair out of her eyes and kissed her gently. Teasing her mouth with my lips, Jane responded hungrily, I started to untie her slowly loosening the loop around her neck. Her lips sucked at my mouth as I undid the rope around her leg, lowering it to the floor. I broke away from Jane's hungry mouth and finished untying her. I untied her other leg first. After an orgasmic quake like that I reckoned Jane would be a bit rocky on her legs. As I loosened her hands she rested them on me – she was still supported by the pillar, but needed the reassurance from touching me, as I stripped. At last I untied her torso, and Jane leaned against me, her arms round my shoulders; she pressed herself to me, and whispered, "My son, my master."

"Go and wash and wait in my room, not in the bed, but be ready when I get there."

"Yes master." And she left the room.

"Now! Elizabeth." I said, rubbing my hands together, as I turned back to my pert little granny sub.

She looked back at me over her shoulders, the vibe still buzzing away, buried in her sweet little bottom. Her eyes were narrow with concentration, resisting the urge to surrender to the orgasm that was waiting for her. 

I took the vibe out and switched it off, placing it on the shelf. Elizabeth didn't have a ball gag; she endured her tormentuous pleasures quietly, but she did gasp slightly as I removed the vibrator. I unclipped her ankles and wrists and turned Elizabeth round, hoisting her in my arms and lowering her on my cock. 

Elizabeth bit her lip and settled herself down using her weight to get me as deep as she could into her pussy. "Yes!" I said, "Oh yes! Elizabeth, so sweet with my cock buried in your pussy, still so fucking tight!"

I had her cute little bum, a cheek in each hand and lifted her up and down; she wrapped her arms round my shoulders and pulled herself tight to me, her legs wrapped round my waist. I had intended to fuck Elizabeth but she was fucking me, fucking me with a wild abandon.

"Cum for me Elizabeth!" I told her, "Cum now."

And she did. Elizabeth came with less abandon than Jane, but her orgasm was just as enthusiastic, her grip on me tightened as she went quite still and then she shook and I felt wetness envelope my cock. Elizabeth had ejaculated, squirting on me, for the first time since we had become involved.

I let Elizabeth clean me with her mouth, cleaning both of our ejaculations of my cock. She licked and gobbled my prick slurping it and sucking it, laving my balls with her agile tongue until she was happy it was clean.

I kissed Elizabeth goodnight, tasting our cums on her lips and sent her to her bed, but not before I promised that tomorrow night was to be her turn. Then I went to my own room.

Jane knelt next to the bed, hands resting on her spread thighs, head down. I paused for a moment. Her hair fell down around her face, making a hood of blonde hair. Her full breasts rest heavily on her rib cage, they sag but just enough. Her nipples are engorged and reddened from the nipple clamps, are delightful, and her bald pussy and full lips are inviting.

I take Jane's hand and lift her up. Eva had asked me if I made love to my subs, and that was what I wanted to do tonight – make love to Jane. I wanted to make tender love and demonstrate my love, and tomorrow night I would do the same to Elizabeth. I drew her down onto the bed, kissing her lips as I lay down beside her. I gently reached around her and held Jane to me. She kissed me back, stroking my face as my hands caressed her shoulders.




Inheritance Ch. 05



Our kisses were soft, gentle and almost tentative. I realise that Jane half expected me to be more forceful, but I kept up with the gentle kissing and stroke her nipple. Jane groaned into my mouth as I flicked her nipple with my thumb, and she became less hesitant, leaning in to me. I kissed my way down towards her breasts, kissing and licking her large nipples. 

Jane winced – her nipples were still a little tender from the clamps, but they swelled at the touch of my tongue and as I swirled it around her long nipples sucking them into my mouth and nibbling them. Jane reached her hand behind my head and pressed me to her, urging me from one breast to the other. 

Now Jane was getting into the sensations, moaning gently and drawing in deep breaths. Her hips rolled against mine, twisting from side to side as she pressed her breasts towards me.

I slid my hand down and placed it on her hip as we lay face to face. Jane reached down and stroked my cock. Suddenly she reached her leg over mine and swung up on top of me, settling herself onto me she slide down my body, teasing my nipples and kissing me as she did so, till I was inside her, and she lay there enjoying the feeling. I've not got the biggest knob in the world, but Jane seemed to be content with it. She writhed gently against me the friction of her pussy on my cock keeping my 'interest' in the proceedings. But it was the cat got the cream look of lust on her face as we kissed, that really made it for me. Oh man she looked so fucking sexy.

Jane pushed herself upwards her full breasts squeezed towards me as her arms pressed down on my chest – I couldn't resist and took quick darts at her engorged nipples, licking them and briefly suckling at my mum's gorgeous boobies.

Jane started to rock, back and to, lifting herself as she did and then sliding herself down, I was tempted to cup her delightfully firm rounded bum and assist but decided it would be better to let Jane run the show. There was no controlling, no setting limits, no "I say – you do", this was free rein, do-as-You-like-Jane. It was killing me – Jane made me so horny I wanted to throw her on her back and just fuck her, but that was not what this was all about. And she was enjoying herself, her sharply drawn breaths and moans, her raked fingernails across my chest, were a big clue there. 

Somehow in my head it flipped from me and Jane to me and mum, I think I might have murmured that because she paused a moment and looked down at me, before lowering her head and kissing me deeply. She whispered again what she had said in the playroom "My son, my Master," then she whispered "My Master, my son," with a wide and sexy smile.

Oh fuck!

My mum shagged me, she shagged me, she used me like a plastic pal, and once I had come to terms with that it was a blast. Jane got herself off two or three times, fucking me straight, riding me twice before turning herself around and finishing her and me off with a reverse cowgirl. I shot my cum into her as she shuddered to her third orgasm.

Jane turned herself around and over, sliding down to lie beside me, snuggling into my arms and just for a second there was a little sadness as she looked at me.

"What?!" I asked her.

Jane lowered her head to my chest, and muttered something. I reached down and tilted her face upwards.

"Mum? What's the matter?"

"That was fucking great."

"So why do you look so serious?"

"Because I'm – me and your gran, - we're worried."

"Worried? What about?" I was stunned. I couldn't imagine what would make my mum and gran fret like this.

Mum didn't speak for a few moments.

"Present!" I told her. Jane pushed herself up and knelt on my bed, her hands on her spread thighs, head up looking at me. I scrambled backwards, pulling a pillow up behind me. Cross-legged I looked at her.

"Sub Jane, tell me what is worrying you."

"Master, this sub is concerned that the Master's plans to bring another female into the house means you plan to put your subs aside."

"Seriously?"

Jane looked at me and nodded. It was a total switch round from the horny sexy woman that I had been making love with twenty minutes earlier.

I took her hands in mine, "Does sub Elizabeth feel the same way?"

Jane nodded, "Not as strongly Master. But she does worry about it Master"

"So why are you more concerned Jane?"

Jane waved her hand at my bed, "This?" I asked, "What we just did?" 

I understood then, my week night session and the decision to take my mum to bed – Jane had seen it as being let down easy, a sweet before the sour news. "Is that what you thought it was a letting down easy?" I asked her.

She nodded again. "Oh Jane, my lovely, lovely woman!" I leaned forwards and hugged her tightly. "I took you both on for life, forever. I wouldn't ever put either of you aside." I leaned backwards and Jane and I settled in the bed. The room was warm so and we neither of us felt the need to cover ourselves up.

Jane and I lay there and she held me tightly as she told me, "My submission saved me, it's my life!"

I kissed her gently and held her tight, I told her, "Don't worry my lovely, lovely Jane." And I told her why I had taken them to the play room that night, to make up for any lost time this weekend. Jane blushed – probably the only ever time I have seen my mum blush. 

"Oh Master! This sub is sorry for doubting you!" She stammered an apology. "Master will have to punish this worthless sub for doubting him." She went on with a sly grin.

"I will that Jane. You can count on that. But that will be tomorrow night." And we lay down to sleep, Jane cuddled into me, wriggling her lovely toned body, rubbing her full and delicious breasts against me until I stilled her with a sharp swat on her full arse cheeks.

And so the week went – the next morning I took Elizabeth on one side and explained what I had told Jane, and that night both Jane and Elizabeth were punished for doubting master. Jane's arse, in particular, glowed after a prolonged paddling. That night I took Elizabeth to bed and we made love_

Look if I give you the blow by blow every time I have either of my subs, we're never going to make it to Friday, in this chapter!

Where was I? Oh yes. Elizabeth and I made love, and where my mum rode cowboy, my sixty something gran fucked in all sorts of positions. 

Wednesday was another day of interviews and phone calls, I rang Eva to make sure she was coming and check what time she was going to arrive. She told me she was bailing from work at lunch-time and would be with us in the late afternoon. She also had the Monday off so could afford to stay Sunday night if she wanted to.

Which brought me right back to the question – how was I going to handle this weekend?

That evening after a session in the play room that saw both Jane and Elizabeth secured facing each other with their hands tied behind their backs. There was a fluorescent blue, double-ended dildo joining their pussies, and matching vibes in their arses as I walked around them using the switch to remind them not to orgasm until I told them, while using a handheld vibe to make it difficult for them not to. I loved watching the interplay between the two different sets of breasts Jane's full ones, and Elizabeth's perky ones. They jostled each other and it prompted me to rummage on the shelves till I found what I was looking for.

I took two pairs of nipple clamps – both with chains – and connected Jane's left breast to Elizabeth's left and Elizabeth's right to Jane's right. Neither woman could turn without making the other turn in the opposite direction by the pull on her nipples.

I worked the switch – not too hard at first across both of their arses, reddening both their backside and upper thighs. I didn't want to switch them too hard, just warm them up, so I kept the switch light, because I had another tool I wanted to try out tonight.

After I had reddened and warmed both of their breasts, I put the switch down. Elizabeth and Jane were both sweating from the vibes in their arses. So I went for my next tool.

I gently worked the feather duster over their skins, both women shivered simultaneously. I wafted the duster across their nipples and when I saw Elizabeth bite her lip, I realised my pain-slut gran was ticklish. Whodathortit? I have said it before - my gran is hard, she can take it, but I saw her shudder as that feather duster played across her skin. I circled her like a shark in the water. I rarely see Elizabeth even break sweat when she is being paddled, or spanked, but she was sweating that evening as I tickled her with the bunched feathers. Oh yes, she was feeling it. And as she did she began to wriggle, and as she wriggled she twisted and turned. Her twists and turns dragged on the nipple clamps and worked the double headed dildo. It was quite amusing I tickled Elizabeth and Jane suffered for it. Delicious.

I kept this going for a good ten minutes till both of the subs were panting and gritting their teeth to stop themselves cumming.

Finally I stopped and told Elizabeth she could kiss Jane. There was an eagerness there as she leaned in and both women kissed passionately. I waited a moment and started to remove the nipple clamps. 

Jane winced as hers came off and I heard Elizabeth sigh deeply as hers was removed. As I untied their hands they both embraced and I could see their hips grinding the dildo in to their pussies.

"You may cum as you wish and when you're ready you will join me in my bath." I watched as Jane paused for a moment – torn between her need to serve Master – and the passion she was feeling. I pushed them together gently, and then left them to it.

The bath had been drawn and I was luxuriating in the hot water – had been for a good fifteen minutes, when eventually the two subs joined me. Both of them glowed, both sets of nipples were solidly full, and they held hands as they entered. They slid into the water next to me and both of them thanked me for their time in the playroom. I reached up and embraced them both, and they washed each other, before washing me.

Finally we settled down and rested in the bath.

"So!" I said kissing Jane and Elizabeth on their heads, "How do we proceed this weekend?"

"What does master want to achieve?" Elizabeth asked.

"I want Eva to understand about what it means to be a submissive in this house, so she can decide if that is what she wants to do."

"Is it essential she submits, Master?" Jane asked.

"No. But she has to accept us as we are at least, even if she does not want to join in."

We had discussed whether Eva would join in or not previously and the signs were that she would, but that would remain to be seen. I mean there's that whole "hi, welcome to our second date and here's a ball-gag and my favourite riding crop, oh and BTW would you like to be my wife and join my harem of subs?" and do it all in a weekend.

"It's not going to all happen at once Master." My mum must have read my mind in the silence.

"I think you're right Jane, so let's limit our scale and just see about getting to know Eva and give her a taste of submission." Both the subs nodded and after a little more cuddling and a corking blow-job from two of my favourite women we all went to our own beds.

Now if you have spent any time in the UK this year you'll know how hot it's been, compared with other places maybe not so hot but for us Brits it has been scorching – but what has that got to do with my story? Well as the heat that week built people started walking round wearing a lot less than normal, and the forecast for that weekend said hot and dry.

Thursday was busy again, not helped by the management team walking round dressed for the weather. These are all attractive well-dressed women, but in real terms as stunning as they are, they're all off limits – especially Shell, the lawyer, and although I am getting plenty of sex, I am just a man. At lunchtime I was in my office, enjoying the air-conditioning, but thinking about a swim, when Jane entered. She locked the door behind her and started to remove her blouse.

"Master – this sub has been watching master this morning and was wondering if Master needs some relief?"

Oh boy! Did I?

Jane got on her knees, undid my trousers and slid them towards her. She fished my cock out of my underpants and started licking it, oh man, just licking it. Jane held my cock in one manicured hand and slowly licked it, it felt so good. And the phone rang.

There was this feeling of startled panic as I looked at the caller ID and offered a silent prayer that it wasn't Eva but it was the Financial Times, so I had to take it. Fortunately it was only a quick call from the reporter, giving me a heads up to say he had sent me the article by email, and I was soon able to settle down and enjoy Jane's mouth working my knob over.

I reached down and twined my hands in Jane's hair, guiding her head in and out. She fondled my balls and stroked them gently. Her fingers felt my balls tighten and she started to wank me into her mouth. When I came, Jane swallowed it eagerly, hungrily, gulping it down. And not even spilling a drop.

It was as she had suggested a great relief, but it gave me an idea on how to approach the weekend.

Thursday afternoon proceeded in the same way as the morning with phone calls and a meeting with Shel – which was group business, though very pleasant for all that. As well as that I had a quick word with Pauline about what I wanted for Friday evening. Then I fitted an hour in with Katherine (with a K) the head of pr for the group because she was off to the Seychelles for two weeks this Sunday. We talked about what was coming up over the next two weeks and who was covering her roles while she was away. Katherine was more than happy that her team could handle anything that might arise, which made me happy.

By five-thirty all none family people had gone as had my tie and I was day dreaming about the pool. The more I thought about it the more I was decided and I left my office walked through the house and undressed in the changing room, before skinny dipping in my own pool. Fucking Magic! Slipping through the water I could still feel the air temperature but the coolness of the water was fantastic. Two splashes signalled the arrival of Jane and Elizabeth – also naked, and once again we splashed and played tick like kids. It was pleasant and very non-sexual (okay so I'm naked and still sporting a hard-on, and my mum and my gran are naked with me) but no one did anything in the least sexual, we just had fun.

Leaving the pool, Elizabeth had brought me a t–shirt and shorts, and she and Jane took my discarded clothes upstairs, while I went through to the kitchen and made us sandwiches. As I finished making them my mobile rang.

It was Eva and she told me how she was looking forwards to coming up to visit, and she was excited to be stopping over and trying out 'stuff' – yes that was what we called it – 'stuff'. But I was pretty much sure I knew what I was going to do.

That night we stayed as a family, mum and gran kept their clothes on (not something you say everyday) and we actually watched a pay-per-view in the cinema room. The film was something that both mum and gran had read, with Tom Hanks and Halle Berry and the nice thing about the big screen in the TV room it looked fantastic, but I had no idea what the fuck was going on. Everyone went to bed that night in their own rooms.

As I said at the start of this story, my rule is that Fridays are relaxed work-wise. And Pip my personal assistant had kept Friday afternoon clear. I sat at my desk finishing some documents up, and I looked at my nice study/office and thought to myself that really, when it all came down to it, I had just swapped my office at Allitt's for the one at Thrallthorpe. But what a swap! It was no contest and I knew that I wasn't stuck there- there would be travelling aplenty as I got more into the role.

About one o'clock I stopped and went to walk through to the kitchen, just as l entered the entrance hall; I heard the main door chime. Pauline came out of the kitchen to answer it but I got to the door first. 

Eva stood in the doorway – and to be honest I wasn't quite sure how this was going to work but I opened my arms in greeting and let Eva set the pace. She leapt forwards and into my arms, kissing me enthusiastically – well that answered that one - and I returned her greeting with interest.

I hadn't assumed anything so we had set Eva up in one of the guest bedrooms, so I carried her bag upstairs to the room. She was made up with the room, it looks out over the grounds and you can see the lake from the balcony. I opened the French windows for her and the heat of the afternoon wafted in.

We kissed a bit more and Eva asked where my room was. I took her on the 'upstairs tour' – obviously a couple of things were not on the list but even so she was enjoying seeing the house, and then we got to the Master bedroom.

"OH! My! God! This place is huge. Mike – your bedroom is bigger than my first flat." Then I showed her the bath room. "Oh wow! This is something else!"

"D'you like it?" I asked, laughing at her wide eyes as she spun round trying to take it all in. 

"And you knew nothing about any of this?" I had told her the story of how I had inherited all of this.

"Not a thing. My mum spent most of her time at the house where I grew up, I didn't have a clue, and all of this came as a complete shock."

"I could stand being shocked like this occasionally." Eva said.

I laughed, "It's not just the money. There're all the other commitments that go along with it."

"The subs?" Eva asked cautiously.

I laughed again; the cute, voluptuous woman in front of me was eager, keen, to try it.

Suddenly my mind was made up; all my previous plans went out of the window.

"Okay! If you really want to know what it's like, will you trust me?" I looked into her eyes, she nodded. "Take all of your clothes off, if you're going to try it, you have to do it right. Strip!"

Eva started removing her clothes, which I placed on the bed. "AS long as you're in this house, you will remain naked, no matter who is here. Understand?" I saw Eva pause for a second, then resolutely she stepped out of the cutest little pale blue knickers and placed them on the bed. 

Bugger! I thought, I really didn't see this one coming!



Inheritance Ch. 06



So! To start with a HUGE apology that you have had to wait so long, when I started this I had no idea how this story was going to grow. I'm still a little surprised it has got as big as it has, much bigger than anything I originally planned. And it takes time to write, and for the last few months I have had family and an old house all demanding attention. This was going to be the last part of the main story, but to get where I wanted to be and still produce something this century I had to cut this one short (and still threw a cliff-hanger in).

There is little actual incest in this chapter but I have left it in that category so it pops up for those following the series, just warning you now so you know so don't complain at the end. (Someone will, they always do). 

This is a fiction; I have never indulged in any form of incestuous behaviour. All of these characters are made up; some of the characters are based vaguely on real people but really, really vaguely. Oh and of course they're all over 18. Thanks for sticking with it and enjoy!

Or sometimes you just don't see it coming! 

So! A quick summary - I came into a shitload of money. My grand-dad had named me as the main beneficiary of his will, leaving me houses, and farms and industrial estates; a string of businesses, aforementioned shit load of money and his two submissives on my twenty-fifth birthday. Did I mention the shit load of money?

What? 

Oh. Yes. That's right, yes I did say his submissives -- it may be a good idea to go back and read the previous chapters? Grand-father John was a Domme, and he handed on his two subs in his will. 

Bizarre? 

No shit! Especially as the subs are my gran and my mum. I have taken them on, and become their master.

My life for the last three weeks? I have been honouring the terms of the will - tying my mum up and clamping her nipples, and if I wasn't doing that I was beating my granny's arse, not to mention hot sex and world class blowjobs. Of course I was also starting to run the business. Add to that finally getting together with this woman I used to work with the possible aim of -- and I can't believe I'm saying this -- marrying her. The thing about that is that she is as keen as mustard to try out submission -- so here we go.

Did I mention that I had no idea at all that any of this was about to happen? 

You never see it coming.

So after months of wondering how I was going to get close to the voluptuously cute Eva from the office where I used to work, she was stood in my bedroom, the huge room that had been my grandfather's once, in my house. She had had taken her clothes off -- Eva and I had got together so she can see what it is like to submit. And fucking good she looks too. She has round breasts that jiggle delightfully, tipped with nice little nipples that are now full and sticking out, and she has a beautifully shaped arse, this woman defines voluptuous.

"Now," I told her there are few rules, but they must be obeyed. Any failure will result in punishment. But before we get to the rules, because this is a trial I am going to give you a safe-word -- 'orange', if you or I say that, we stop what we're doing, okay?"

"Yes." She said eagerly.

"Yes what?" I asked quietly.

"Yes Master?"

"Good." I told her, "Now, rule number one -- while you are a submissive, you are never to refer to yourself as Eva, or 'I' or 'me', but as 'this submissive', this girl or similar, do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Next -- if I tell you to 'present' I want you to stand like this_" and I pushed her gently into the pose I wanted.

"That's good, now kneel down." And I showed Eva what I wanted her to do when she knelt down. "Okay?"

"It will take me a while_" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Eva realised what she had done.

"Oh Master! This submissive apologises for her lapse!"

I shook my head, "It was the first thing I said, Eva, the first rule." I sat down on my bed. 

"I think six spanks will do for starters." Eva's eyes opened wider, as I took her by the hand and drew her closer to me, indicating she should kneel by me and lean over my lap.

She looked very nervous, as I caressed her naked arse. Eva had intimated she liked restraint, but had said nothing about pain, and the main thing I had found with Elizabeth and Jane was that you sometimes needed to do both. I continued, "I am going to give you six spanks, you must count each one and thank me for it, and then ask for another."

I could see her stealing herself for what was to come, as she leaned forwards, I continued to caress her ass cheeks and down between her thighs. She started to relax and then SMACK!

Eva squealed, and then caught herself, "That was one." She paused as she remembered the formula, "That was one. Thank you Master, please may I have another?" I decided to allow her squeal as a beginner, and continued to caress her bum; I felt her hips relaxing over my thighs as she felt both the sting of the slap and the gentle caresses.

SMACK! Once again Eva shot up off my knee but no squeal this time, and again she recited the formula, "That was the second, Master thank you, May I have another?"

I lowered my head and kissed the red patch where my hand had landed. Eva has a lovely round, bum, not too big and not too small, just right to fit my hands. SMACK!

"Thank you Master that was three, may I have another?" The redness was growing on her cheeks as I stroked her, and felt the dampness between her pussy lips growing. Up to now Eva has been quite vocal when sex is involved and I could she was trying to restrain her moans. 

SMACK! "Thank you Master, that was four, please may I have another?" For a moment her thighs closed on my hand as I stroked her, and I felt Eva rub them together -- as I had hoped she might, she was getting into this. I took a moment to fondle her nipples. They were still as hard as pencil rubbers, my fingers grazing them gently. A low moan escaped from Eva's lips, deep and full of passion.

SMACK! Once again her arse shot up in the air as my hand landed on the red patch, but she settled quickly, draping herself over my legs, as she recited the formula.

"You may not cum until I say you may Eva, do you understand?" I warned her, she hissed a reply through her teeth which were biting her lower lip. "Yes, Master."

"What did I just say?" I was stroking her bum and caressing her pussy as she told me.

"This sub is not to cum until her Master says she may." Eva was turned on big style, far more than I had expected; the struggle to say what she had to, her legs working against mine as she lay there, and her now wet pussy, all proclaimed it loudly.

"Very good my lovely girl, very good." SMACK!

"Thank you Master, that was six, may I have another please?"

I leaned down and kissed her arse, gently planting tender kisses on each reddened cheek. "No, Eva, that will be sufficient. How did that feel?"

"Master -- this sub," I nodded pleased that she had not slipped up; "this sub is surprised."

"How so Eva?"

"This sub did not think a spanking could be so erotic. Master only administered six spanks but his loving strokes were very skilled -- this submissive is buzzing Master, and she would be thrilled if Master was to make her cum by taking his prick and fucking her, using her as a fuck toy, Master."

"You do realise that if I was to fuck you Eva, I still might not let you cum." I smiled as her face fell, "I might just use you as a cum dump and not let you orgasm."

"But Master is virile, and strong, surely Master would let his submissive have the one orgasm?"

I put on a serious face, "I am the Master, Eva. Submissives should not try and manipulate Masters; it could end badly for them."

She looked quite worried, scared that I would keep her hanging, or worse. "But as you are new to this (Listen to me I've not been at it that long myself) tonight and tonight only..." I let her stand up, and stood up with her. Slipping out of my trousers I lay back on the bed, and brought her to me. She mounted me quickly, slipping my cock up inside her eagerly.

In seconds she was rising and falling, fucking herself. All I had to do was lie there and watch, watch those lovely boobs of hers - boobs that defined the words voluptuous and jiggly (okay jiggly isn't a real word but if you could watch Eva's -- you'd agree it should be a real word) -- bobbing up and down. I reached out and squeezed them, fondled them, feeling her nipples hard under my palm. I mauled Eva's heaving breasts gently, thinking as I did so that they would be nice pierced -- they reminded me of Elizabeth's perky tits, but on a bigger scale. I reached down and brought Eva's hands up and indicated she should work her tits for herself. While she was doing that I reached behind and grasped her ass. Eva whimpered slightly as I grasped her tender bum, but didn't slow down any as she worked to get herself off.

"Oh yes!" Eva finally found her voice, "Yes Master, fuck your sub, fuck her hard! Oooh! Mmh! Yeah!"

I started to heave my hips up to meet her downward motion and I felt her squeezing her cunt tight on me as she rose up creating a delicious friction and my cock fell downwards.

"Mmh!! Yes Master! Use your sub girl Master, use her -- fuck her hard!"

"Cum for me Eva." I told her.

And she did.

Hard.

Shaking violently, her boobs jiggling, Eva fell forwards on my chest, her thighs working convulsively before her hips sank firmly into my lap, grinding that last of her orgasm out of my cock.

Suddenly she shot upright, "Master, you didn't cum!" Before she could do anything I stopped her. "It doesn't matter Eva." 

She rested her hands on my cock and looked at me, "Are you sure Master? This girl would love to make Master cum. To use her mouth on Master's magnificent cock, to lick his massive, manly prick, make it shoot lovely, gooey, thick, creamy, yummy, cum!" And boy did she look the little minx as she knelt there next to my hips. 

"Maybe one spanking is not enough Eva," her eyes went wide as I said it, her hands falling into place by her sides. "Do I have to do it again?" I asked her sternly.

She removed her hands, "Oh no Master! This girl will be good."

"Good!" I told her, pulling my trousers up and standing. I reached down and took her hand, "Get up now and come with me."

"Master?"

"Follow me!" I led Eva from my room down the corridor to the set of steps that led down to the small unobtrusive door at the end of the corridor. I unlocked it and put the light on. At first she couldn't see into the room, until I stood aside and indicated she should go in.

Eva's eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open. "Oh!" was all she could say as she walked forwards. I watched her very closely. This was the place, after all was said and done, where we would see what we would see. Her eyes roamed all around the room from the floggers and switches, to the masks and gags, the lengths of cords -- black ones, white ones and red ones. Her hands trailed over the adjustable bench, the saw horse and the cradle, as she stood there naked and enthralled in my play room. 

I did wonder how much of a game Eva was playing, when we had first talked about it she had reluctantly admitted she quite liked to be tied up and in someone else's control. A week ago in London I had found her quite submissive, quite willing to let me lead and let me do pretty much what I wanted. My feelings were she was more submissive than she realised, or maybe she did realise it but hadn't told the whole truth. Certainly she seemed to have adopted the role quite quickly when we were in my room.

Mentally I told myself it couldn't be that easy, could it? There was no way I was going to have Eva roll over and submit so quickly. I mean, it just doesn't happen like that. Against all of the above I knew she could be a tough cookie -- I have seen her work, been in meetings with her. I have actually seen her rip someone a new one when they messed her about. But this was like another woman, as she walked around the playroom touching things holding up one of the butt plugs, I could see her mentally measuring it up for size. Well, I thought, may be later. But now it was time to -- well -- see what we could see.

"Eva." I said quietly.

And she whipped round, shocked out of her fascination by my voice. She immediately adopted a pose, one foot forwards, weight evenly balanced and her hands behind her back thrusting her voluptuous bosom forwards.

I picked up a pair of cuffs, from the shelf, belt thickness leather, lined with red velvet. There was a leather tongue which pulled through and then locked tight, a strong brass hasp protruded so that you could adjust the slots and fit of the cuff, and it could be locked on. And of course there were two 'd' rings fixed by sewn and riveted straps. Some of this stuff was quite old but it was all looked after and grand-dad John had chosen his gear very carefully. I placed the cuffs on her wrists that she eagerly presented for me and her eyes shone as I fastened them.

Next I added a pair of ankle cuffs -- designed to work the same way, but for the slightly thicker ankle. As I leaned forward to fasten it I could smell the muskiness of Eva's sex, the true scent of a woman. 

Last of all I offered Eva a collar. Nothing fancy, black leather, red velvet lining, lockable and with the obligatory 'd' rings. Eva ducked her head so I could place the collar round her neck.

I turned her around so she was facing the full length mirror on one wall. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her dark hair. Standing behind I looked at her in the mirror.

"Well - how do you feel?"

Eva reached up and touched the collar, looking at the broad cuffs on her wrist and down at her ankles. Then she half-turned and looked at the reddened skin of her beautiful round bum, then she turned back the other way to look at the other side.

"Master.." She started, I waited, "Master, this sub-girl feels sexy."

"Just sexy?" I asked.

"A little bit nervous Master, scared almost." Her fingers traced the circuit of the collar on her neck. "This girl has played about with being controlled before, being tied up. And while it was fun Master, this girl always felt there was -- could be -- more. She has already started that experience." Eva rubbed her hand over her bottom.

"And what makes you nervous?" I asked leaning in and inhaling her scent from her hair.

Eva leaned back against me, "When she was tied up before this girl never felt like she couldn't get away if she wanted. All of this, Master..." She waved her hand at the room, "And these..." She raised her hands, "these are going to hold her securely, so she is slightly nervous..."

"And?" I asked as I led her to the wall opposite and turned her, pressing her backwards.

"And very turned on Master." 

My grandfather had set up a wooden frame in the playroom. The frame had four pulley's set on it. Silk ropes went through each pulley with a heavy duty clip on the end. There were places to tie the ropes off. I pulled one of the clips down and fastened it to the 'd' ring on the cuff on Eva's right wrist.

"Remember you have a safe-word." I told her. She nodded and looked at me. "But you're not going to use it are you?" I said, surprised by what I saw in her eyes. Oh Eva was nervous alright, scared even, but she was feeling the fear and she was going to do it anyway.

I clipped her left wrist and her ankles, took the ropes and started to pull them taut. Eva was now facing away from me -- her bum towards me - and she had no choice but the frame spread her legs and her arms were lifted high out of the way. I could see her testing the tension on the ropes, but they were tied securely and though I could have stretched her further I was quite happy with how secure she was.

Next I took a small ball gag and put it in place and a blind-fold over her eyes. 

I stood back and enjoyed the view, Eva was more like Jane in shape, she was more curvy, though like Jane she didn't carry any excess weight. On the other hand unlike say Elizabeth she had hips and her breasts were full with pencil rubber nipples, which was where I decided to go next. The nipple clamps were on the shelf as usual and I picked up a pair connected by a chain with a ring in the centre between them. 

"I am going to leave you restrained her for a short while, and just to make it interesting I am going to add some spice to it," I watched her body tense as I said spice, so leaned over and nibbled her ears, kissed her neck. As I was doing this I reached around Eva, and slipped the nipple clamps on. They weren't the most powerful pair we have (Oh no! -- Elizabeth keeps those bad boys for herself) but Eva breathed heavily round the ball gag as I put them in place. 

Next I took one of the multi-strand floggers -- with silk cords -- and lashed her arse and thighs. Not hard, I'm not interested in beating a sub raw, especially not my subs and more especially not this one not this weekend. Though some take more punishment than others, with Eva I wanted to redden her skin and warm her up. As before, I stopped the flogging every so often and caressed and fondled her, made her feel the pleasure as well as the pain. And I felt her respond as I touched her, felt her push against my hand. 

It was time to introduce the vibe -- this is a formula I know works, the pain and the pleasure intermixed. Not because I'm an expert, fuck no. I've only been doing this like a month, however my two subs ARE experts -- and if it works for them it works for me. I played the vibe across Eva's shoulders and down her spine; there would be time for other things later. I worked like this for a while -- flogger, whispers, caresses and kisses, the vibe. Eva initially responded to the flogger by tensing up, and then she would start to relax as I caressed her skin, and then she would start to respond to the vibe by pushing back against it. 

As the session went on I noticed she tensed less and responded to my caresses more eagerly. It would not take much before Eva responded to the flogger in the same way as she did to the vibe and my hands. It was time to bring the session to an end. I moved the vibrator down across her bum and down, all of a sudden Eva has pushed her weight back against the ropes, literally strap hanging, as she made room for me to access to access her pussy. I moved in so I pressed against her back, not too tight, her arse and thighs would be tender for a few hours yet. I was working the head of the vibe across her clit and pussy lips as Eva started to gasp and make 'whuffing' noises as she panted around the ball gang. Her hips started to jerk, and I took that as a sign that it was a good time to remove the nipple clamps.

Eva shrieked as the clamps came off the sudden rush of blood to her nipples heightening the sensation of her orgasm, and it hit. Rocking her, shaking her, only the fact she was suspended from the ropes kept her from collapsing. She leaned forwards, her head hanging, and still she came. Eva shook her head from side to side as the orgasm subsided at last. I took the mask off and relieved her of the ball gag.

"Oh Master!" I stopped taking the ankle cuffs off, stunned. Eva had just been rocked by a seismic orgasm and the first words out of her mouth were 'oh Master'. To be honest I would have been okay with anything she'd said, if she had broken the rules after her first experience I would not have punished her but she stayed in sub mode. This boded well, but I figured now was time to take a break. 

I removed the wrist ankle cuffs and was about to take her collar off when I felt her hand touching mine. Eva was still quivering and she shook her head, "Master please?" So I left the collar where it was. Taking her by the hand we went from the playroom.  




Inheritance Ch. 06



I led Eva to my room. As we entered once again I led her into the dressing room, her eyes went wide -- I love that, if her eyes could have got any bigger they would have. I took one of the silk robes from my wardrobe -- a black one with silver embroidery and placed it on Eva's shoulders, and at my insistence she slipped her arms into the sleeves. As I closed it at the front her nipples poked the silk out, "Orange." I told her, meaning that I was releasing her from her submission, for a while. "Time to talk." 

I sat Eva down on the couch in my room, and asked her how she had felt earlier. AS she thought about it I fetched a drink for her from the wet bar (Mr Smooth here, had put some chilled champagne in place earlier). 

She looked at me through the glass and leaned back, "That was so intense," she said, "I didn't know it could be like that."

"You've played games like that before?" I asked her.

"Only silly, sort of pretend stuff" Eva replied. "You know tied to the bed with scarves, a gentle paddling with a hair brush, that sort of thing."

"Nothing like that? I thought from the way you responded you'd done more."

Eva shook her head, "Oh no! Nothing like THAT!" She wriggled her bum against the softness of the couch, I reckoned it was like when you have a sore tooth and no matter what you can't resist poking it, but there was a sensual element to Eva's wiggle as well, there was discomfort, yes, but she smiled as she did it. 

"So you enjoyed it?" I asked.

"I'm not sure enjoyed is a good word. It was good, intense and scary, but all of the time," Eva paused as she thought what she wanted to say, "I felt secure _ can I say 'loved'?"

"If you want to." I said, trying to be non-committal, it was such an emotive word. 

Eva looked at me very carefully, "In that case I will. I felt like you really cared for me, all of the time -- while I was bound, while you were using the flogger, while you had the vibrator going, I felt loved."

Now bear in mind, as far as I am aware, neither of us has used the L word to each other in conversation yet -- but when Eva said that I did not feel the urge to run. It felt good, the right word.

I could see she was still thinking about the experience. I waited as she turned her thoughts over, taking a drink of the cold champagne. "That was quite light, wasn't it?" 

I nodded.

"And your subs have taken more than that?"

I nodded again.

"Each time you do it, you do that flogging/caressing thing?" 

I nodded a third time. "Sometimes it's straight bondage, sometimes it's about pain of some description and sometimes we fuck like bunny rabbits. But it's all about the mix of pain and pleasure."

Eva thought about it a little more. "Are we going to do it again?"

"Probably but first I think you should experience more of my little kingdom." And taking Eva by the hand I showed her through to the bathroom, and I started to run us a bath.

When I woke up the next morning it was to find Eva's lips around my cock. I stroked her hair, feeling the collar that she still wore -- she had taken it off when we had bathed but replaced it as soon as we got out of the bath. I wasn't long in coming, and she sucked and licked my cock clean. We had -- to repeat myself, fucked like bunnies -- the night before, so feeling kind of lazy I started to finger Eva, reminding her of the collar and telling her she was only to come when I said she could. As soon as I felt her start to cum, I stopped, letting the feeling subside. My plan was to keep Eva on the point of coming for as long as I could today, and with that I got up and went for a pee.

"Remember -- no touching yourself, no bringing yourself off -- unless I say so." I told her.

When I had finished dressing and got back to the bedroom I caught Eva unaware. She was kneeling on the bed where I had left her. She was staring out of the window, into the distance, absently fingering the leather of her collar. I didn't speak, it was just time to watch. Some people left on their own like that might have twitched or moved, though I suppose you might have said the way she was touching her collar was fidgeting. She ran her fingers along the edge of the leather, just gliding her finger tip along it, I was reminded of way people play with their hair -- absently but doing it naturally. I couldn't even begin to fathom the thoughts that were running through her head, but Eva, apart from touching her collar, was very still and she looked calm and relaxed, and incredibly sexy.

Eva she realised I was watching and dropped her hand so it joined her other hand on her lap. She turned her head to look at me and I felt like I was getting all of her attention, "Master?"

"I have decided we're going to try another phase in your submission. Stand up." 

When she stood, I took a leash and clipped it to her collar and led her from the room, but instead of turning towards the playroom, I led Eva to the upper landing of the stairs. When I looked at Eva I could see the calmness had changed to nerves.

"To be a sub in this house, you have to be comfortable anywhere in this house, with anyone." Her eyes went wide again, but not in wonder this time, there was a look of near terror as she realised what I was telling her. 

"Anyone Master?"

"Anyone." I told her, but didn't explain, there were only two other people in the house -- my mum and my gran. I stood closer to Eva and stroked my hand gently down her back, resting hand gently in the small of her back, resting it on the swell of her bum. I maintained a light but steady pressure on the leash with the other hand. "Being a sub is as much about trust as anything else. Do you trust me?"

Eva nodded, uncertainly at first, I looked at her. She nodded more confidently. "Then trust me when I say that being a sub is more than just about a spanking or bondage, it's about doing what Master says -- whatever he says. And I'm not going to tell you to do something which will harm you -- well apart from a paddling or a gentle whipping -- am I?"

Head shake this time.

"The people who live in this house know about the subs, they've seen it all before. They're quite comfortable with it." (Which, I told myself, was not lying.) "If you're going to understand being a sub you need to be too."

"As well as that," I told her, "Given who we are and the fact that we have positions and jobs and such, l would not expose you to anyone who was not 'in on it'." I started to pull the lead again, so, so gently, pressing the small of her back with my other hand as well. I could see Eva 'gather' herself mentally as she took the first step. I have to hand it to her she took that step. I mean sexual play is one thing -- and by that I mean the bondage and spanking, but being paraded round naked -- in front of other people, that's a whole new game. And Eva went for it. Her head came up, her back straightened and, hands by her side, she walked down the staircase like a captive princess.

We walked into the kitchen where -- as I expected my mum and gran were having their breakfast. I felt the leash jerk as Eva came round the corner and saw them. It was a momentary thing, more like Eva had lifted her head back rather than tried to dig her heels in but I felt it through the leash, she had seen mum and gran and momentarily done a double take or something similar. But, and this was important and she had carried on, I was getting really good vibes about this. Of course it could all go tits up, but Eva appeared to be was going for the sub thing with both hands. 

"Eva -- you've met my mum and gran. This is our guest for the weekend -- Eva." Mum and gran were both dressed -- I had told them that unless I said differently they were to remain so all weekend. Gran was her usual, elegant self. She looked like your iconic gran, straight skirt, blouse and cardigan (in fact, the complete opposite of the red hot pain slut with pierced nipples and pussy lips that I knew she was. She even had her reading glasses on a chain round her neck. Oooh tricksy granny sub). Mum was dressed down a bit -- she had said that she was going to do some gardening if she got the chance, she wore jeans and a t-shirt, but I could see from the way her breasts sat in the shirt she was not wearing a bra, and her hair was up in a pony tail. 

Mum put her cup down and smiled, "Nice to see you Eva, and welcome to Thrallthorpe." She rose and greeted Eva with a kiss on the cheek.

"This sub is very pleased to meet you ma'am, (she pronounced it correctly too -- to rhyme with 'mam' not 'marm') and she thanks you for allowing her into your home." Eva replied bobbing her head to my mum.

"You're a very pretty sub." My gran told her. Putting her tea down and walking around the end of the island.

"Thank you, ma'am." Eva bobbed again. My gran stepped closer and stroked her hair, touching the collar. "Are you a well-behaved sub? Has your Master had to punish you yet?"

"Yes ma'am, this sub forgot the first rule Master taught her -- so she was spanked for it." Eva stood tall as my gran's hand slid down over her shoulder and down her arm. I noticed gran didn't touch her breasts but she was careful to make solid contact with Eva's skin. Eva didn't flinch, she didn't lean away from gran's touch, but neither did she lean into it.

"After my spanking Master took me to his play room and warmed this sub's bottom for her." By this time my mum had joined my gran and they stood behind Eva looking at her bottom, which was still kind of red looking. There was a definite sense of approval off both of them.

"And how did that make you feel Eva?" My mum asked quietly leaning into Eva's right shoulder. 

I sensed Eva wanted to turn to face her but she remembered in time and kept her head facing forwards as she answered. "This sub felt very wanted ma'am, she felt very sexy. Master was very..."

"Your Master was...?" Gran asked her.

"Master was very loving and caring and..." I could see what gran and mum were doing, in effect they were 'interviewing' Eva. By grilling her, putting her on the spot like this they were satisfying themselves about her suitability to join our bizarre little 'family'. Eva on the other hand had gone from a simple introduction with two women who she knew as rich and powerful, but who were also my mum and gran and now they were interrogating her! While she had no idea of the true dynamic of the conversation she was doing alright. 

"And..?" Mum asked her.

"This sub isn't sure she should talk about Master like this to his mother and grandmother."

Awww bless! She really was coping very well with all of this. "You may speak Eva." I told her.

"Master was very strong and he made this sub very happy." She told mum.

I could see that mum and gran were just getting into this. So I took Eva's leash again and led her out of the kitchen. 

It was another sweltering day outside and I was tempted to take Eva for a walk in the grounds but I figured I had probably pushed her envelope far enough this morning so we retreated to my study.

I showed Eva where I wanted her to kneel, and sat at the computer for a while answering emails and checking Facebook. I checked her every so often, watching for her to move or change position but she wouldn't. In fact she maintained her kneeling pose nearly an hour without a twitch or a whimper. I closed my computer down and went over to Eva.

I helped her up from her kneeling position, praising her for being so good. I kissed her and was instantly rewarded with her kissing me back. For some minutes we kissed and I caressed her shoulders, her arms, her back and her delightful round arse. I leaned down and kissed her throat down to breasts and those eraser hard nipples. Then I picked her up.

Carefully I laid Eva on the wide open spaces of my desk, this was a fantasy I had had two weeks earlier and now I was going to fuck her on my big desk.

Before we got to the fucking I carried on with kissing her breasts down her tummy down her beautiful abdomen to her mons and then to her luscious labia. It's a good job I keep a clear desk top because Eva thrashed around with her body twisting and her arms reaching above her. As I lashed her clitoris with my tongue I could sense she wanted to say something, open her mouth and let fly as she would normally. But I was very pleased that she was biting her lip and not speaking. As well as that, she was desperately trying not to cum -- even though I had not told her she couldn't.

I stood up between her legs and dropped my trousers, Eva looked at me gasping for breath, as I took my hard cock and slipped it between her full slick pussy lips. 

"Thank you Master!" she whispered. I slammed my cock into her hard as much as to watch those lovely tits jiggle as anything but those words of submission shocked me and pleased me in equal part. This weekend had been a sample weekend at the start, a test, a try out. But as I fulfilled that vision of Eva on her back on my desk, her legs up on my shoulders and my cock slamming in and out of her wet pussy as her tits jiggled back and forth, it appeared to be less of a try out and more the inauguration of a relationship.

"Do you want to cum Eva?" I asked her.

"Yes Master."

"Tell me." I instructed her.

"May this girl cum please Master?"

"Beg for it."

"Please Master, please let this girl cum master? I beg you Master let this girl cum?"

I could have made her work harder for it, but my orgasm was building and faced with that it would have been rude not to.

In a few more strokes we came together. In the opulent splendour of my study, on the leather finished desk, there in the study my grandfather had had built, that he passed to me, I took Eva and I knew grandfather would have been happy about it -- I was, and from the moans and the sighs I think Eva was too! 

We went for a swim in the pool, and after we had cavorted naked in the water I took Eva back to the bedroom. 

This time I decided to tie Eva over the large upholstered footstool. I made her lie back, and used some red silk ropes. I wasn't after anything fancy, the effect I wanted was just secure and comfortable. I started off by securing Eva by her ankles, then crossed the ropes over her torso, between her breasts and over her shoulders. I bound her arms at the level of her elbows to her sides. Eva's hands were tied to the same leg of the ottoman as her feet. I was thinking about a ball-gag, but decided against it, but did decide -- after some thought -- to put a blind fold on her.

Once I had secured her lovely, voluptuous body I took some time to just look. Her pussy was lovely, her pussy lips were slightly swollen -- as her nipples were full -- showing me that she was excited. I reached out to stroke her thigh, feeling her jump as my hand touched her skin. Fuck me she looked gorgeous.

"I'm going to explore your limits now, you've proved to be a willing and very good sub, but now it's time to find out how far you can go. Within reason, of course." I told her. Her body twitched and again her thigh quivered under my hand. I started to stroke her skin, moving my hand up and down the smooth flesh. Soon I was stroking that hollow of flesh where her thigh met her pelvis, millimetres from those swollen pussy lips, but being careful not to touch them.

As I did so I felt Eva pushing her hips up, reaching them upwards under my hand. "I want you to remember your safe word, if anything we do tonight feels uncomfortable, use it. If you want stop, say it."

Eva shook her head from side to side, trying to form a suitable response, "Master -- this submissive girl understands, she knows the word and will use if she wants to. May she ask master...?"

"Go ahead." I was nodding even though she could not see me.

"Master, if this girl was to use the safe word - would master, still want Eva?"

"Oh yes my lovely girl. Use the word, don't use the word -- it wouldn't affect us. You asked me to show you submission. We've looked at it. Tonight I want to show you more -- if at the end of it you don't want to have any more to do with it, I will understand, and we will have a normal relationship. But..."

I leaned forwards and kissed one stiff, engorged nipple, "If you decide in favour..." I kissed the other nipple. 

"I will give you the order and restraint..." my finger depressed her clitoris, gently, persistently, and Eva ground it unconsciously against my fingertip.

"The punishment and the pain that you desire." Eva arched her back as I licked her pussy lips from bottom to top. 

"And I will give you my love and devotion." I kissed her belly, her tits and finally her lips. Eva kissed back hungrily, and what was strange was that I meant every word.

"Master!" she moaned. "Please master?" Now at this point I was tempted to play with Eva's body but the first thing I wanted to do was to leave her -- just that, leave her secured and spread open and tied up tight and leave her. So as Eva was blindfolded I said, "I'm going to leave you secured for a while -- I might go and use the gym for a bit, so stay here and enjoy." (Yeah! Like she had any choice in the matter.) 

"And remember, lovely girl, you may not cum unless I tell you."

"Yes Master." Eva replied, and I actually watched as she relaxed in place, testing her bonds as she did so, and she settled back. 

I on the other hand noisily made as if I was leaving the room. However I settled back in my chair and quietly watched her. I was intending for it to be an hour, but in the quiet of my bedroom, with no references for her I figured it would seem a lot longer.

As I watched her Eva seemed very content to lie there, it was quite a comfortable position for her, so she wasn't that stressed. She couldn't move very much, and even though she was relaxed I reckoned she would ache soon. I did see her flexing her thighs, she was tied so that she couldn't bring them together but she did want to. Which made me wonder again just how much Eva had told me. She was obviously 'into' it because she thought she was on her own at the moment and this was about her at the moment, and not me. I had to see this as a good thing, after all I really liked her, Eva liked me, we fitted well together -- her sub inclination would make things even better (though to be honest it wasn't essential). The big question for me was how to sort out the introduction to Jane and Elizabeth.

In the end it was nearly an hour before I noisily announced my 'return', Eva started to move her head about as if searching for me.

"How are you feeling Eva?" I asked her.

"Very good Master." She replied brightly. I like being restrained, I just wish you could have been here all the time." 

"We can do it again sometime." I told her.

"This girl would love that Master."

"However I was here Eva, sitting quietly, and I saw you trying to get yourself off, by rubbing your thighs together. For that you must be chastised."

"Thank you Master. This girl is so weak, Master, she must be showed the error of her ways." I couldn't see her eyes because of the blindfold, but I'd have sworn there was a slight smile in her voice.

I started by taking off the blindfold, then moved over to my desk, picking up a flogger, the way she was tied splayed Eva's thighs wide, I started by flogging her lightly across her thighs.

"The rule still applies Eva, you may not come unless I tell you that you may." She nodded her head in acceptance. "But you may say anything you wish."

The thongs of the flogger reddened the skin of her thighs and i could see individual strand marks. I leaned forwards again and kissed her thighs lavishing attention on the marks from the flogger, kissing them licking them, stroking the skin around them, kissing the insides of her knees (oh yeah, that soft, soft skin, women love that.) Eva writhing against the ropes that bound her, arched her hips up, she moaned and hissed through her teeth in pleasure. 




Inheritance Ch. 06



Next I reached for the little riding crop, it had a leather tab at the end that someone somewhere has got a technical name for -- tab will do for me, and I worked the crop around her body. First I struck each of her nipples, several times -- although Eva's skin reddened, her nipples filled outwards and pushed upwards, 

"Fuck yes! That's one Master, may I have another?"

I struck her a little harder and reminded her about saying please and thank you.

"Oh shit, Master, that's two, may I have another please?"

"OWWW!" I reminded her that this should be said in the right order, and ad-libbing would not be tolerated, "Oh fuck! That's three Master, pleeeease may I have another?"

Again and again I flicked the tab across her body, watching the effect of it as she arched her back with each blow, and her skin coloured. The flesh around her breasts was quite red, and I wasn't sure her nipples could get any harder. But just to check I took the nipple clamps and applied them to the thick erect nubs that stood so prominently on the tips of her lovely round breasts. The bite of the clamps drew a long heartfelt moan from Eva's lips. I looked down to see her pussy lips swollen from arousal and the effects of the flogger earlier. I was so turned on by all of this.

I knelt down and licked her delicious cunt thrusting my tongue in between the softness of her lips. Feeling the heat of her pussy I screwed my tongue as far in as I could, until at last I had coaxed her clit from its nest. My hands roamed across her thighs and belly, before I slid them up under her thighs and thrust my face into her glorious wet muff. It drew an immediate reaction, Eva struggled, tried to draw her legs up. She tried to close them, and grasp my head between her red thighs, but tied as she was she couldn't. I could feel her orgasm battering at her, felt her tension as she tried to deny it. So with one last lingering, loving lick I left off.

I sat by Eva's head and gently wiped the sweat from her face, bending to kiss her forehead, and whisper loving encouragement to her. Just when Eva had relaxed I removed the nipple clamps -- the sudden renewal of sensation ambush her, as she groaned and struggled to keep the orgasm at bay.

"OH FUCK! MASTER, Oh no! Oh Please!" She flushed deeply and shuddered, gasping for breath, her hips shook and bounced off the cushion, as she came and came.

"Oh dear!" I told her, "How unfortunate." Eva looked at me - helpless, appealing, cute. I untied her and took her in my arms and hugged her to me, she melted into and we sat entwined for a few minutes kissing and caressing. I kissed her lips as she recovered from the violent orgasm. 

"Sorry master." She whispered as she drew her lips across mine. "I tried."

"You will learn to hold it." I felt her head nod as she nestled her face against mine. 

"Yes master" she said.

"And until then, you will need to be punished."

Eva wriggled as she presented her pert bottom, she pressed her mons against my thigh as she placed herself bottom up.

"Count them!" I told her and smacked her red bum. The smack was loud in the quiet of the bedroom.0

"That's one Master, please may I have another."

A second loud smack -- contrasting with the quiet pop and crackle of the fire next to us.

Eva thanked me again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each time a reddened hand print and thanks from the lovely voluptuous beauty across my lap.

One more smack and I was ready to stop. After I had finished I set Eva down and undid her collar. Eva's hands came up as if to stop me but she realised there was a need to do this and let me.

We sat and cuddled for a while before lying back on my bed, my arm curled around her and she drew her arms in and rolled herself into me, burying her face in the hollow of my neck. We lay like this for a few minutes my hand slid down her back and rested on the curve of her arse -- her warm arse, the skin glowing faintly. As my hand touched her skin Eva pressed herself closer to me, slipping her upper leg over my thigh, so her knee rested against the bulge of my erection. I hadn't come, hadn't penetrated her up to that point, but it didn't matter -- it was a good place to pause, take stock, and it would be a good place to move on from when we were ready.

It felt good -- shit no, it felt right. Lying there like that, both intense and calm at the same time. Peaceful and filled with promise, but relaxed and loving. I looked at Eva to see her watching me, her eyes looking up at me brightly. 

"Well?" I asked.

"Fuck Mike, that was so intense!"

"You_" Eva looked at me, as I sought the words I wanted, "Remember when we first talked about this you suggested you might be into this sort of thing?"

Eva smiled at me, "You did. I just agreed with you!"

I looked at her, "You did!" She laughed, "You said I didn't like full submission but I did like to be under control -- and I agreed." Which was true, Eva had caught me in a conversation with Jane and Elizabeth and afterwards we had talked about what her 'kink' might be.

"The truth is," Eva went on, "I liked being submissive, I just didn't realise how much I like it. I'd played with it already, but not at this level. And to be honest I'm really enjoying this. "

What do you say? How do you reply to something like that? I don't know -- but answers on a postcard if you do. I went for the instinctive approach and kissed the tip of Eva's nose. Sophisticated? Probably not, but hey? By this point I was making it up as I went along, and it seemed like a good idea. Eva smiled contentedly, and tilting my head sideways I kissed her, gentle little kisses butterfly light upon Eva's parted lips. Her head tilted towards mine as she sought more and then started to return the kisses.

We went on like this for some time, tenderly, lovingly -- see I'm using 'that' word again! But it was right, and there was no fear no hesitation as the word went through my head. I realised I was getting into this relationship. So, it may seem like it was going a bit quick -- sue me. Remember I've known Eva a while -- she and I are more than just 'hitting it off', this is that real exploration of each other's feelings. And it felt good. We held each other as we kissed and there was little urgency - just tender touching, as our hands moved slowly across each other's skin. Gliding softly, occasionally squeezing, our hands teasing, holding, stroking and fondling. Our exploration became more intense and focussed as it became more and more sexual. Soon Eva lifted her thigh over mine and slid herself onto my cock. She worked herself down and up, down and up, grinding and rotating her hips against mine. For several minutes she fucked me slowly, getting herself off in little gasping, almost surprised cums. At these times Eva's eyes would open wide and she'd gasp before she would close eyes and bite her lip and look incredibly sexy when she did. Eva looks really earnest when she's fucking, as if she is concentrating one hundred and fifty percent on what she is doing.

We rolled over on the bed several times, one minute I would be on top, the next she would be, it was quite straight -- position-wise, none of that cocking one leg high in the air, or wedging each other at right angles. And soon I found myself between Eva's thigh's plunging my cock in and out, feeling the weight of my balls lift. She must have realised it was going to happen soon as well. Eva clasped me tight, pulling her legs up to allow me as much access as I needed. "Oh yeah, Mike, fuck me good, baby!" 

And with that all the cum, that had been waiting all afternoon, erupted into her. I felt like I was emptying myself into her pussy, draining myself. 

I lay like that till I went limp and then rolled sideways, "Fuck!" I gasped, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Eva was panting next to me. I went and brought a flannel from my bathroom, cleaning her, as I dabbed the cum on her pussy lips, her hand reached down and stopped me. Taking the flannel Eva cleaned herself first and then me, before putting the flannel back and climbing into bed with me.

"Jeez Mike Bailey, you sure do fuck good!" She told me as she snuggled her shoulder up under my waiting arm.

I wanted to say I'd been getting a lot of practice recently, but I figured it would be wouldn't be a good idea, instead I turned it back on her "You're pretty good yourself," I told her.

"Mmmmmm!" She said languidly as she wriggled slowly around in to a more comfortable place. "It takes two to tango."

Now at that point I could easily have drifted off, and while it was very tempting - it was nearly tea-time Saturday, and we had neither of us really had anything to eat since breakfast. So after lying there quietly for a few minutes I suggested we dress -- offering Eva the robe she had used before -- the black silk one - I put my red silk one on and we went down stairs to find tea.

Mum and gran were in the sitting room, both dressed, as I had told them to be. They greeted Eva warmly, hugging her and seating her while Gran bustled about making tea for us all. As usual it was bizarre -- I mean Eva and I sat there in our robes, mum and gran entertained, and there was coffee, tea and light bites. But -- and it was a big 'but'. I'm sat with my mum and gran -- also known as my submissives, and my new girlfriend -- who I had just had tied up and paddled. I watched them as they chatted between them. Eva seemed so relaxed and so comfortable. It was at that point I made a decision.

"I think it's time," I said, as all three heads turned to look at me, "It's time for one more set of introductions." Mum and gran were curious as they waited to hear -- I motioned that they should stand up, which they did.

"Eva," she had been watching my mum and gran, and turned to look at me, "You know I told you about my grandfather's submissives?" She nodded.

I looked at mum and gran -- they knew what I wanted them to do. "And I told you how I inherited them?" Jane and Elizabeth quickly slipped out of their clothes, Eva's eyes opened as wide as they knelt next to me. I dropped my hands onto their shoulders and caressed them. 

"Eva meet Jane," I placed my hand on her head, and "and this is Elizabeth. These are my subs."

Her mouth open, Eva looked from one to the other and then back, and then at me. Both women knelt there, beautiful in their nakedness -- my mum's luscious ripeness and gran's lithe perkiness, and Eva looked back at me,

"Now," I said, smiling, "tell me you saw that one coming?"

Sorry it's taken so long. Thanks for reading.



Inheritance Ch. 07



Inheritance Ch 07

Or sometimes you just don't see it coming! 



So! To start with a major apology for the length of time it has taken to get here. When I started writing this I had no idea how this story was going to grow. I'm still a little surprised at the size that it has become, much bigger than anything I originally planned. But now I'm on to the last section of this main part of the story and it's time to wrap it all up.

If you've not done so, if you want to understand what has gone on so far you might read the preceding parts before you read this. 

This is a fiction; I have never indulged in any form of incestuous behaviour. All of these characters are made up; some of the characters are based vaguely on real people but really, really vaguely. Oh and of course they're all over 18. Thanks for sticking with it and enjoy!




A quick summary – on my twenty-fifth birthday I came into a shedload of money. My grand-dad named me as the main beneficiary of his will, and I found myself the possessor of properties, businesses, aforementioned shit load of money and two submissives. 

Yes, that is correct, I did said two submissives – did I not say how it might be a good idea to go back and read the previous chapters? Grand-father John was a Dom, and he handed me his two subs in his will. 

Bizarre? 

No shit! Especially as the subs were my gran and my mum. I have taken them on, and become their master.

My life for the last three weeks? I have been honouring the terms of the will - tying my mum up and clamping her nipples, and if I wasn't doing that I was beating my granny, not to mention indulging in hot sex and receiving world class blowjobs. Of course I was also starting to run a multi-million pound business empire. Add to that finally getting together with this woman I used to work with, with the possible aim of – and I can't believe I'm saying this – marrying her. The thing about that is that she is as keen as mustard to try out submission – which little titbit she revealed just after a 'taster' session I had set up. There I am working my nuts off trying to convince Eva she's going to like being a submissive – and fuck me she only turns round and says she was already keen and was waiting for her moment to tell me. 

Still, I guess, it's true – you never see it coming.

I was – I will admit it - a bit gob-smacked by Eva's confession, but I didn't let on, trying to be a good master. The reason I didn't let on was two-fold - one - I can always use it as an excuse to beat her cute arse, and – two - it pushed me towards the main revelation. 

On with the story. In the sitting room at Thrallthorpe, standing between my naked mother and grandmother.

"Eva meet Jane," I placed my hand on my mum's head, and "and this is Elizabeth. These are my subs."

Eva's face was a picture. Granny sub and mummy sub knelt there poised and lovely, and when I opened my robe Jane leaned her face against my prick, rubbing her cheek up and down against it.

"Oh! My! Fucking! God!" Eva said quietly, "OhmyGod!OhmyGod!OhmyGod!" This time a little louder and far quicker. By the end of this outburst she was literally vibrating in surprise and excitement on her seat.

"Your mum and your gran?"

I nodded, "Elizabeth," And I turned slightly touching Jane's lips with my cock, she immediately started to kiss and lick it, "And Jane."

Neither woman wore her collar, but both were shaved and clean as if they had readied themselves for this. Eva was still looking between the three of us, only able to make the odd sound in astonishment.

"Oh my God!" Eva repeated for the fifth time. Then quickly she caught herself and started to recover.

"Forgive me?" She said, "That really was a bit of shock. Er! Isn't all that_" Eva waggled her fingers in our direction, indicating our little threesome, "You know - illegal?"

"Yes," I shrugged for the three of us. "Punishable by a prison term. Or so I'm told."

I pulled my robe closed (I'm still having problems holding conversations with people with my knob hanging out) and told mum and gran to sit down – which they did, still nude, and told them to explain it all to Eva.

I watched them as they told the whole story - from the knob-head who fathered me abandoning my mum and her submitting to grand-father John. Through to his death and my inheritance. I noticed that often mum or gran would start a sentence but the other would finish it for them. And that Eva never interrupted once. She sat there wide-eyed, if a bit subdued, on the edge of her seat. Finally she asked about the legality of incest. And my gran repeated what she had told me – a crime has to be reported first before it can be investigated. And, as all parties are consenting adults, no one was reporting it as a crime.

"We do this because we want to, not because we're being forced to. It's a choice we've made." I finished.

Eva nodded, but to be honest she still looked a bit 'WTF?!', I knew how she felt. I thought about asking her if she wanted a walk, it was still hot outside, even though it was early evening. "I'm going for a swim. Eva, join me?"

I made sure it was clearly an invitation only for Eva. I've read the fiction, hell, I've lived it. You lay this shit on someone and they don't just go "Okay!" and carry on, it's a lot to get your head round. I could see Eva was trying to process what she had just been told. There would be questions but right now I had to ease her out of the nude mother/nude grandmother thing – which I am sure you will appreciate is something that can be quite off-putting. Again, been there, done that, I had to take her somewhere quiet.

Eva looked at me uncomprehendingly at first then she smiled and stood up, "Yes, I will thanks."

Before we left I told Jane and Elizabeth that I would call them if I needed them, I turned and led Eva to the pool. Once there, rather than plunge into the water, we sat on one of the loungers. Eva leaned back against me and I held her for a while. Nothing was said and we watched the pattern of light from the evening sun reflecting on the water.

Finally after a long time silent Eva spoke, "Oh my God!"

"Seriously?" I laughed. She looked at me. "Oh my God?" I repeated back to her.

She turned and belted me one in the chest. "Yes – Oh my fucking God!" She laughed. "Oh my God as in your mum and your gran are your subs? And oh my God" Eva's voice dropped an octave or two, "They are so gorgeous!"

"Oh yes. Mind you it's a good set of genes!" I told her, only to get thumped again. 

"And you never had any idea any of this was going on before you were told?"

"None what so ever. Complete surprise."

Eva rolled to her left and laid her hand on my chest, stroking it, "It must have been a hell of a shock." I nodded. 

We both went quiet again. I let it last a few minutes and then asked Eva how she was dealing with it. 

Again, silence, as she framed her answer. Something I have learned to give people time to answer. Eventually I felt her back rise as she drew breath to speak. She raised her head to look me in the eye. "Actually I'm cool with it. I mean the main thing is the incest situation, as you said that's your choice, I guess, as long as you three are cool with it, I am." I stroked a hair away from her face, she went on.

"The big one for me is submitting and being in your little ... er what do you call it?"


"I think of it as my ménage." I said thoughtfully.

Eva went on, "I mean - where do I stand compared with someone like your mum? Or your gran? I meant it, they are so fucking gorgeous. Your gran is like, so elegant, and she's got pierced nipples." She laughed, I nodded. (I still found those piercings amazing). "Your mum! Your mum's so sexy - I'd do your mum. In a fucking heartbeat. And they do anything for you that you tell them to?"

I nodded, "Within reason."

"So how would I fit in with them?"

This was the big moment – the one I had to get spot on, (no phone a friend, no ask the audience), I had to show Eva I wanted her in my life, and that she would be an important part of it, not just a number.

"You're just as gorgeous. Yes, my mum and my gran are stunning, but that's not important, you rate just as highly as them." I told her, kissing the top of her head. "You're clever, you're sexy and you've got a killer bum." 

"As for whether you fit into this – that's your choice. Like I said earlier if you want to submit or not – it doesn't matter - I still want US to be together." And WOW! Was I sincere when I said that? Any more sincere and I would have been legally binding. But that was because I meant it – I had come to realise how much I wanted Eva in my life (and eventually to marry her and have kids with her. And there's no way I would have thought that a month ago!).

That thought alone made me take a mental step back. So okay you're thinking I slid into all of this – the dominance and that and it all seems okay. But to be honest so far I haven't really thought of myself as a master – grand-dad John asked me to do it, fair enough. He told me Jane and Elizabeth were hoping I'd do it and I went along with what they wanted. Not that it has been bad, the sex has been incredible, but all of a sudden I'm asking myself why do I want to dominate Eva as well? Alright yes, she is a submissive type, and I'm wanting her in my life, but why do I feel I need to spank her and accept her submission?

Even as I was asking myself this I realised it was exactly the same with Eva as it was for Jane and Elizabeth – just as they had accepted my dominance and placed their trust in me, she was doing the same. For my mum and my gran they had entrusted themselves into my hands. We had never even discussed safe-words let alone set one. I mean it was never like I was going to do anything to harm them, and none of that sharing them with others (well not without some serious thought, discussion and a battery of health checks anyway). But that didn't matter because I loved them both and I realised that that was how I felt about Eva. 

Eva looked at me, looked in my eyes, before she smiled her cute, sexy smile. I pulled her to me and kissed her as I slipped my hand inside her robe. Our tongues collided as I caressed her breasts and her hand felt for my cock. As things got sensual none of it really mattered and we kissed and fondled each other. I stopped her as our kisses became more and more hungry, "The pool filter really doesn't like semen, we try not to fuck in the pool."

For a second she believed me, then she laughed and slipped out of my arms, leaving me with just her black silk robe and she slipped into the water.

A second later her collar came flying back towards me. I caught it and laid it on her robe, before I shed mine and joined her in the pool.

After an energetic frolic and some very wet cunnilingus I climbed out and stood beside Eva on the side of the pool and offered her collar to her. She looked at it in her hands and for a moment I thought she was going to put it aside. But she lifted her head and looking me directly in the eye, fastened it round her neck. As she took her hands away Eva lowered her eyes and tilted her head forwards.

I picked up my robe, leaving Eva's on the lounger, and indicated she should follow me. Catching our reflections in the glass of the windows I could see she kept her head down watching my feet as we walked.

I turned to her and lifted her chin, "Head up, always up, you're a beautiful woman, always head up."

We walked together back to the sitting room, Jane and Elizabeth were waiting quietly. My mother and gran naked as usual but now with their collars on, their eyes eager, kneeling side by side in front of the fireplace. Without saying anything I allowed Eva to enter the room. Her eyes met mine and I just extended my hand in invitation. I allowed her to decide what she did next, to reveal her choice by her action.

I suspect that everyone in that room held their breaths – I was holding mine. Elizabeth and Jane had been subs together for over twenty years with only one other person – grandfather – involved. For myself I had been engaged in dom/sub for only a couple of weeks and here I was on the verge on starting with a woman who hasn't actually been my girl-friend properly yet. And then there's Eva herself - walking into our incestuous little ménage a trois, with her eyes open.

Three pairs of eyes locked on Eva's lovely nubile form, as she paused for a moment, before walking across the room and kneeling next to my mum.

"Are you sure Eva?" I asked, "Nothing changes about us. This is your choice?"

"This sub has chosen Master," she told me levelly, "Please make her your submissive like these other beautiful subs."

"Thank you Eva. And welcome. Now there are three of you, it is important that you remember that each of you is a woman and a sub in your own right. When you are submitting none of you is above the others. Elizabeth and Jane I want you to welcome Eva to our family."

Jane turned and embraced Eva, while Elizabeth made her way to Eva's other side and the three embraced. This went on for a few moments and I used the time to have a quiet panic. I mean where did I go next with this? I'd been working towards it, but not given much thought to what happens next. Then it struck me and I cleared my throat. 

All three stopped and turned to look at me, and looking at Jane and Elizabeth I pointed at my throat waving my finger from side to side. Both of them looked at me in horror as they realised I was pointing to their collars. The collars they had not been wearing before, I reminded them. I think Elizabeth's eyes twinkled as well, but I may have been mistaken.

"Playroom!" It was all I needed to say, as the three of them rose and filed off up the stairs. I almost laughed out loud as the three of them filed up the stairs – three gorgeous nude women, trooping round the house like they were born to it. Oh man I love this!

As we went up the stairs – three delightfully naked bottoms, jiggling up in front of me, I couldn't help but admire the flesh displayed in front of me. At the head of the little file was Elizabeth - taut, tight round buns at the top of smooth slim legs. Next was Jane's rounder heart-shaped bum, still taut but with enough jiggle in it for it to vibrate slightly with each step. Eva's cheeks were the rounder of the three and even then there was little spare flesh on them. They too vibrated briefly with each step but unlike the other two Eva sported cute little dimples on either side of her bottom which defined each flex of her cheeks. I felt a sudden urge to throw myself forwards and bury my face in between them but fought it back – it would never do for Master to lose it like that.

Once in the playroom, it took no time to secure Elizabeth, I placed her on the cross shaped bench, spreading her so her shaven pussy was accessible showing the ring in her labia – I saw Eva's eyebrows rise as she saw that. I fastened Jane to the saw-horse using ankle and wrist cuffs to secure her in place bent forwards over the padded top. Eva watched this as I took a small vibrator and placed it inside Jane's pussy. Eva swallowed nervously as I led her to the frame against the wall, and after placing the cuffs and anklets on her secured her there her arms and legs akimbo. We'd used it before but now I made sure she was fastened more tightly, her arms pulled higher and her legs slightly wider. 

I stood back and looked at them arranged around me as I thought about what to do next – I decided that I would warm Eva's breasts and pussy a little first, then do something similar to the others. But then I would try out something based on what Eva had said earlier.

I love the little riding crop, it's just stiff enough to flex when flicked and the broad leather tip hurts when tapped, and it makes a nice slapping sound when it meets bared flesh. So it was this I went to first working it across Eva's nipples and making them stand out proud from her lovely round fleshy tits. I lowered my head and kissed each nipple before nipping them between my teeth. Eva moaned low in her throat.

I moved then to her mons, covered by a light down. I reddened that too and Eva thrust her pelvis out to meet the blows from the crop. Within the limitations of her fastenings she was moving her hips, and I could not resist sliding a finger into her wet pussy and tickling her to a short sharp orgasm – I had not prohibited any of them from coming, in fact that was the plan.

I moved over to Jane – and noticed a little moue of disappointment from Eva as I moved from her. Jane's arse, and I looked at it and wondered why I had never noticed how beautiful it was when I was growing up, was thrust upwards by the saw horse. I took a moment to part her arse cheeks, and lowered my face to her deliciously clean smelling bum just above the buzzing vibrator. I kissed her arse and felt Jane tense before she too came, though hers was a longer, shuddering cum that rumbled and rumbled on. Jane perhaps hoped for more penetration? Instead she got a thorough swatting from the crop, until her cheeks were red and marked by the edge of the tab.

Leaving Jane I move to my lovely granny-sub Elizabeth. The crop struck her thighs always avoiding her pierced pussy, again and again until the skin was red – Elizabeth is just getting started where many subs would be wanting to finish. But though she strained her pussy forwards urging me to strike that, I avoided it. I had other ideas.

With the opening moves done, I unclipped Eva and placed a lead on her collar. I lead her to Jane and indicated she should kneel behind Jane's thighs. I took end of the lead and clipped it to the saw horse. Then I withdrew the vibrator from Jane's pussy and offered it to Eva who leaned forwards and licked it clean. I told her she was to try and make Jane come using only her mouth. But that Jane was to try and avoid the orgasm.

Well, Eva went in like Flynn. Boy, that woman can lick a pussy, lapping at it like a cat, giving it the lollipop licks up and down, even at one point burying her face into the Jane's blossoming lips. Jane was torn, conflicted between enjoying the attention and having to resist.

I moved back to Elizabeth, kissing her deeply before I unclipped her and turned her over on the bench. She now lay in a Saint Andrew's cross configuration, her arms and legs akimbo. It was very tempting to use the crop on Elizabeth's feet, which are incredibly sensitive but would make it difficult for her to walk afterwards, so instead I chose the feather duster. I have used it before and it's very effective, without rendering the victim useless. Elizabeth's body arched at the first gentle – she's very ticklish, perhaps that's linked somehow to her pain threshold I don't know. But Elizabeth doesn't laugh so much as she twitches and jerks in response to the touch of the duster, just the faintest brush with it and it causes her to go rigid and literally her body bows upwards off the bench.

Five minutes of that - just touches, not a sustained brushing – check over my shoulder to where Jane is hanging limp over the saw horse, her thighs quivering from the strain, and Eva is administering short sharps licks, but it seems to be an even contest as neither woman has the upper hand in her task – then back to Elizabeth with the multi-strand flogger. And this is what I applied to Elizabeth's back, buttocks and thighs next. It's difficult getting it right with Elizabeth, I never want to go too hard (she is my gran after all and in her sixties) but she gets annoyed if you don't. As it was I had reddened her skin all down her back from under her ribs to mid-thigh. You could see the marks of individual strands of the flogger, and in places little blood marks showed here and there. I wasn't putting everything into it but the slap of the flogger made Eva's head whip round, and I had to point her back to what she was supposed to be doing. Elizabeth's arse came up off the bench to meet the descending flogger. And one again I took the time to kiss her cute, taut little buns. I slide my fingers between her thighs and she was soaking wet so I took my cummy fingers and gently spread her fluids across her arse.




Inheritance Ch. 07



I looked back at Jane and Eva – telling Eva to sit back, which she did as far as the lead would allow. I placed my fingers in Jane's pussy, touching her clit as I did so "Cum for me Jane." I told her and with one press of my finger tip she erupted in an orgasm. But rather than just one I kept it going by keeping my finger on her clit. It was just like a start button. Each time she started to subside I pressed it again and each time she would quiver and gasp. Ah so much fun. Eva had a ring side seat for this where she was kneeling behind Jane.

I unclipped Jane and let her rest. This time I led I led Eva to the swinging seat in the other corner. Eva looked at it nervously, but she climbed into it and offered her arms up to be clipped into place and then I did the same with her ankles. This left Eva on her back with her ankles up and her thighs spread showing both her pussy and the pucker of her bum. It was perfect and I took time to lavish some attention on both of them tasting her pussy juices – licking at Jane's pussy had left Eva soaked, and spreading some juices on her bum hole. 

I thought about taking Eva there and then but turned to Elizabeth and unclipped her before bringing her and Jane small vibes and letting them loose on Eva. I told Eva she was not to come until I told her, though I fully expected her to fail that – the other two subs knew perfectly well what they were about, but it would be interesting to see how she handled this.

I had not instructed Jane or Elizabeth how to do their task, I just let them decide how to do it for themselves, so I was surprised when they started off very slowly working the vibes around Eva's breasts.

I sat down on a stool to watch.

Jane took Eva's right breast and circled it slowly with vibrator, while Elizabeth worked Eva's left nipple with the tip of her vibe. Jane lowered her head to suckle Eva's right nipple, but a quick – and gentle - touch on her bum with the crop told her that that was not allowed.

Eva writhed in her seat, I hadn't gagged her and her moans were quite loud, punctuated by the occasional drawn out 'oh!' or explosive 'fuck!'.

Almost simultaneously the silent pair moved away from Eva's breasts and down to her exposed pussy. Elizabeth worked on Eva's clitoris – teasing it and stroking it with the constant buzz of the vibrator. Jane went straight to the heart of the matter and slowly buzz-fucked Eva's pussy, sliding it in and out of her full glistening pussy lips. Eva's moans now contained more almost words – gasps of pleasure and expletives and she rotated her hips as she sought to get Jane to plunge the vibrator deeper, though wise mummy-sub sussed what she was trying to do and purposely shortened her strokes. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Eva blurted out. But the other two eased off their efforts. 

I knew what they were doing – they probably could have made Eva cum there and then, but it was a battle for control, and one which they were winning. They held all of the cards, and they were going to use that control to make sure that when Eva did cum it would be an irresistible event.

Eva was trying her hardest, damn right! But she was losing, her face and breasts were flushed and her head lolled back, all she uttered now were gasps and 'oh!'s.

Jane and Elizabeth were intent on their task, concentrating hard on what I had set them to do. Suddenly Eva shook in the seat, her body rocking back and too, making the whole thing swing and sway. Then she cut loose with a wide spray of cum, drenching both of her tormentors, some of it landed on me too, though I was laughing too hard to mind. Jane and Elizabeth were stunned at first then they too saw the funny side, and started laughing. As I unclipped Eva and helped to stand I realised she was embarrassed by what had happened. 

I raised her lowered head, "What did I tell you, always up."

"But Master, this sub failed." She told me mournfully.

"Yes you did," I agreed, "But you did well to hold out so long. And you got your own back on your tormentors." I laughed.

"Does that happen often?"

"Oh no master, occasionally, that's all."

I took their ankle and wrist cuffs off them and sent them to my bedroom to bathe. "When you get there Jane shave Eva." Jane looked at me, but I shooed her off after the other two.

I cleared the playroom up, put things away tidy and followed them along the corridor to my room.

Jane had Eva sat on the rim of the huge bath in my bathroom while she used a razor and foam to clean her pussy of excess hair. Her experienced hand soon had them cleared and cleaned, with no issue or mishap. 

I placed my hand underneath Eva and cupped her pussy. "Whose pussy is this Eva?" 

"Yours, Master." She sounded a little surprised that I needed to ask.

Elizabeth watched me approach and literally pressed her pussy into my outstretched hand.

"Whose pussy in this Elizabeth?"

"Yours, Master," she told me with her usual twinkle.

Lastly I moved to Jane, and cupped hers, "Whose pussy is this?" I asked her.

"My masters." Jane told me, looking me levelly in the eyes.

"And who is your master, Jane?"

"You are, Master, my son, my Master."

I gathered all three together, (this was going to make group hugs interesting in the future) and kissed them, "No Master could have better subs than you three." I paused before I added, "You do realise we all stink of pussy juice?"

Soon the bath tub had been cleaned from the shavings and fresh hot water had been run into it. The four of us fitted in quite comfortably, and as before the bath was mute witness to soapy frolicking between us.

Suddenly Jane stopped and looked at me. "Master hasn't cum yet!"

I looked at her around Elizabeth and Eva who had been kissing across me, but who had stopped to look at me. 

"That doesn't matter, Jane, there'll be time for that later." And to be honest I was actually quite cool about it. I had been so fixated on getting Eva involved in a game with the whole ménage it hadn't mattered. But the three of them insisted and so we all towelled off and went to the big bed where I was sucked and fucked in a way I think only emperors with seraglios of concubines do. 

I think I once said if you ever get the chance to get a blow job from two women, take it? Well, now if you ever get one from three women all working together... THAT defines the word awesome.

They kept me on the edge for what seemed like hours so when it did happen, oh man! I came so hard but they just kept passing me from mouth to mouth to mouth. I was so out of it I don't actually know whose mouth I started to cum in or whose mouth finished me off and licked me clean.

That afternoon finished with us asleep in a tangle, on the huge old bed.

After dozing for a couple of hours we eventually woke, the general consensus was that we were all famished so I ordered in from a local – and very good - Chinese takeaway. We ate this and talked, part clothed in the kitchen. 

Saturday evening, takeaway food, subs and doms, and what did we decide to do? We sat and watched TV in the media room. It was the first Avengers film on pay-per-view, and very enjoyable it was too, though Eva and I had both seen it before. Elizabeth howled with laughter when the Hulk got hold of Loki and we had to wind it back and watch it twice before she would let us move on.

It's strange how you adapt. My Saturday evenings have gone from a sweet and sour King Prawn (with fried rice) for one and a pay per view movie on a thirty inch flat screen, to a seventy-two inch surround sound suite, Set Banquet C for four with extra crispy noodles and a side order of semi-naked submissives. How rock and roll is that? It's not like I was Billy no-mates, I did go out, quite a bit actually, and often came up to see mum. But baseline? Baseline was nothing like this. Part of me sat back, mentally, doing a double take, still amazed at how my life had changed, while we sprawled semi-nude, like debauched pagans watching the film. I was in the centre, Elizabeth by me with my hand around her shoulders, while Eva rested her head on me and fondled Jane. I watched Eva for a moment, she seemed to be adapting readily to the situation. Fuckit! I was thinking too much, it was time to watch the end of the film.

We stayed watching films for a while – Jane went and brought drinks, and we ended up watching Pretty Woman – which appeared to be a favourite with all three of them – for different reasons. I spent more time watching 'my women' than I did actually watching the film. Eva was still a little reserved and though she was learning the new situation, or perhaps because of it, she stayed in contact somehow, occasionally stealing glimpses at me, as if to make sure I was still there. Jane rested on the other side from Eva – actually where she could come and go more easily playing the hostess. I had said they should be comfortable, and she sprawled next to me, with my right arm over her shoulder. Elizabeth sat up right, legs crossed, but where she could support Eva who was in front of her and be next to me as well if I needed anything.

Elizabeth was the one who stayed in 'character' best, Eva and Jane were quite happy being in contact with me, Jane jumped up several times to fetch stuff, but Elizabeth sat quite still, in pose and waited to be told what to do, aside from watching Richard Gere like a hawk. When they got to the bit where he takes Julia Roberts shopping I suggested we should have a shopping trip soon, to London I was still determined to replay that scene for Eva). For the rest of the film there was a desultory conversation about shopping about where people liked to shop Eva's offer of the West End was trumped by Jane's Paris (Paris? I don't ever remember my mum going shopping in Paris! "Yes dear, it was while you were doing something else") but every bid was raised and seen by Elizabeth's Hong Kong – "you have never shopped anywhere till you've shopped in Causeway Bay!" I sometimes forget that Elizabeth was the wife of a multi-millionaire business man and entrepreneur, but what was good – watching the group dynamic – was that Eva did not feel put down or 'out' of what was going on. I wasn't sure the business would allow me the time to whisk the whole ménage off to Causeway Bay just yet, but it was something I was going to put on my 'to do' list but till that happened I was prepared to take the ladies to London and blow some serious folding on them all. 

After the film was over we went off to bed. I could quite easily have taken all three with me – the bed's big enough. But I decided tonight was just Eva and me. Jane and Elizabeth went off to their beds and we settled down. I might have intended to sleep but we did anything but. I don't think I will ever get tired of watching Eva's breasts bobble back and to, when I'm fucking her. But in the end we did drift off. I do remember thinking it had been a successful day.





Sunday morning - after a warm humid night - started with energetic sex. Eva and I had finally drifted off to sleep in the kind of tangle, where it's actually too hot to sleep touching your partner, because they're generating too much heat, but still end up touching anyway. And you both get sweaty just with sleeping. I drifted back to consciousness feeling Eva's lips kissing my chest and nipples. I smiled to myself, as she nibbled and kissed her way down my chest and abdomen. Soon she enveloped my cock head with her soft mouth and started suckling, beginning a sloppy blow job. I looked at her, sweaty, her hair limp, and flat, but she was enthusiastic, and bobbed her head up and down vigorously. I stopped her and shifted round so we sixty-nined in the tangle of sheets.

It was not 'nice' sex, it was gritty, sweaty, smelly, sloppy sex. That got more and more vigorous till we ended up rolling and tumbling, wrapped up in the sheets, and cumming in a messy smear- fuck it was hot.

After we showered I dressed and we went for breakfast. I told Eva that if she wanted to she could go and get her phone or tablet and she could use breakfast to catch up on any texts or emails, which she did. Jane and Elizabeth joined us and it was a quiet breakfast, Sunday papers, emails and chilling. It was still hot so we ate in the kitchen but the windows and doors were open and the sounds of the country were all about us. It was something that never happened back at my old flat in Slough. Sunday mornings there were sound-tracked by shouted arguments from the flat down-stairs or thumping dance beats from next-door but one. This sort of start to a Sunday and the nude lovelies about me were definitely something I could get used to.

Later that day we all dressed and went out for lunch. As it was still hot when we returned we all stripped and swam before catching some sun as the afternoon finished.

Sunday finished with us once again in the media room watching the recorded grand prix from earlier. 

Tomorrow was a back to work day and the management team would be there for breakfast, so after a little gentle bondage, a light paddling, and changed sheets, we went to bed. It was going to be another hot sticky night so I invited any of them who wanted to could sleep in my bed. Elizabeth asked not to, which I understood, I almost went to bed on my own, but Jane and Eva both came to sleep with me.

I know a lot of people would be 'what the hell?'. But for us Brits that summer was murder, hot sticky nights led to sleeplessness which took the shine off the warm dry weather. I really didn't feel like bumping uglies with either woman that night, it was just too bloody warm! Instead we lay and tried to sleep, sweating and tossing and turning, the crisp sheets were nice, and every window in the room was open but even with a fan on it was difficult to sleep. Of course I dare anyone to try and occupy a bed with two women as sexy as Jane and Eva and not do something. Most of the night one of us was in contact with one of the others, a hand on someone's bum, or legs crossed over and eventually we did sleep.

The next morning was Management team at breakfast – except Katherine (with a K) who stood for Public Relations and Communications. She had flown out to the Seychelles with her partner. After a shower (and a little unbridled fondling) we all dressed – business dress, the week-end's play was over and it was back to work. After that we went down to the kitchen and assembled. 

As usual the idea was to go through what we were going to be involved in over the next week or longer. In my case after I recited what I knew I was involved with, Pip – the very pale blonde PA who managed my diary, went through a few other things I needed to be doing. She reminded me I would be going to Sheffield on the Thursday to visit one of the firms, but, she told me, it was a day trip. 

Next up was Shell, her dark glossy hair straight down her back. A black open collared shirt, and pin stripe skirt added to my legal expert's professional look. She and I were going to go over the notes for a court case being brought by a contractor over a policy the group has about trading practices. She felt it would take up most of Tuesday but she had got together with Pip and blocked that time in already. 

Judith the 'forensic accountant' – was up next, elegant in a white skirt, and top, her dark curly hair secured by a gold band. I learned very quickly that the one thing you wanted to hear from Judith more than anything else was 'same old same old'. If Jude had anything to report other than routine such as quarterly results, it was the sort of thing that could be grief with a capital GR. But this morning it was same finances different day. Jude's team were just beginning to collate the quarterly's but apart from that everything was cool, though we agreed the court case might have a financial implication but she was happy our finances were robust enough to cope.

Mum and gran went next – yes they were still working for the group and had things they would be doing, though gran was starting to do less, she and mum was working on projects, so there would be days when they were away from Thrallthorpe this week.

On a whim I asked Eva if she wanted to go next – she looked at me in surprise but then launched into a brief breakdown of her role at Allitt's Holdings and what was waiting for her when she went back to her role in the company's marketing department the next day. It is amazing how just four weeks had changed things. As a planning manager at Allitt's I would have known all of this (hell, nothing happened at Allitt's without my involvement when I worked there), and while I did know some of what she was talking about, a lot of it was new to me. I wanted to offer support, to see if there was something the group management could help with. But Allitt's would ask for that if they needed it. I was not going to micro-manage the group.

The last one to go was the head of human resources for the group, Laura. Laura had done her long blonde hair up in a bun, which made her look older (she normally looks quite a lot younger. But today her steel grey eyes - which can look particularly severe – had a hunted look. She was off to a week with human resources people from all over the group to try to hammer out some common policies on HR. The hunted look came from the fact that all of the companies had different policies, some companies had none at all. Her task was going to be to get them all singing from the same song sheet, with mutually acceptable policies that were up to scratch for where we wanted to be. We had agreed that we wanted the JE Group to be a place where people wanted to work, would feel comfortable working and people would want to come and work for us. To be honest I didn't envy her at all.

Her meeting was due to start on Tuesday but she would be leaving for the hotel later today to be on site all week, so I asked Laura for a short meeting before she left. 

In my study I asked her to think about a role for Eva working from Thrallthorpe. I told her it was a plan for the future and that Eva may not even want to move in but could she please have a think about it?

Laura didn't even blink, "Ethics!" She said.

I looked at her.

"We're going to need a supervisor for your ethical trading idea. Someone who can speak to heads of department and who will not be afraid to lay down the law occasionally. That would fit Eva perfectly if she'd have it."

I agreed, Eva could be quite forceful when she wanted to, so I asked Laura to put some ideas together if and when she got the chance – the HR policies were far more important at the moment.

Eva came to see me next, she would leaving for home in a few minutes. We sat on grandfather John's leather chesterfield sofa. (Note to self we haven't fucked on this yet, put that on the 'to do' list.)

Considering what we had gotten up to this weekend, it was a bit tame, we actually sat and held hands. When I asked her she told me she had enjoyed the weekend and looked forwards to coming back again, if she could. Her collar was on her lap folded up. I kissed her and told her I wanted her to come back – as much as she could.

And so it went all that ridiculously hot summer, during the week I would molest my mother and beat my granny, at the weekends Eva would be involved in the mix. At some point the room where she usually put her bags became known as 'Eva's room'. We had some crazy sessions - Eva tried to match Elizabeth once stroke for stroke, but I stopped it because I was worried I was going to hurt her. She did look magnificent though hanging from the straps, her breasts heaving and livid red wheals on her ass and pussy.

Another time Jane and Eva and I were in the grounds of Thrallthorpe– they were stretched out on the granite boulder when out of nowhere the heavens opened (I say out of nowhere, we were that involved we'd have not seen the end of the world 'til it was on us) – another tip, if you get the chance to shag out in the rain, take it! I took them both turn and turn about, as the rain poured down on us. The worst part was getting the soaking knots undone so we could get inside again. But we spent the evening naked and intertwined watching the rain fall through the open French windows.




Inheritance Ch. 07



Eva and I had been involved for over six months, when I asked her to marry me. Elizabeth and Jane had to be away for the weekend so there were only the two of us in that big house.

She went quiet. And after a time when I was sure my heartbeat could be heard right through the house, she told me she needed to think about it. Eva took a couple of days but at the end of the next week she agreed to marry me.

Then there was the 'meeting of the parents'.

Eva's dad's family are Austrian nobility who left the 'old country' in 1936 before it all kicked off with Hitler. Eva had told me that before and that they still have links back to Austria and property there. What she had never bothered to mention was that after her grand-father died her dad inherited his father's title – he's a duke or a Graf or something really impressive like that - although he's as English as they come. He's a good sort apart from the fact he's an Arsenal supporter. Her mum is just stunning, Audrey Hepburn stunning, you know? We met for the first time at their house by the Thames in west London, then they came up to Thrallthorpe which was where I asked him if I could marry Eva. It was all a bit formal – dinner jackets and the best crystal - I guess, but it felt right.

The wedding wasn't a huge affair, neither Eva nor I are particularly religious people so we went with a civil ceremony. The guest list was small because we knew a lot of the same people from working at Allitt's. It would have been a lot bigger what with Eva's dad being a Graf and all, but Eva's mum took an axe to the guest list which cut the numbers down quite a lot, and she did it with a strange kind of glee too. I have the feeling she doesn't like all of the Hentzaus and Hapsburgs. 

Now, I have never been married before but the whole thing was a lot of fun. As well as meeting all our friends again there were things that happened that were several 'laugh out loud' moments like seeing my mum and gran in all their wedding finery knowing that both of them were wearing smallish butt plugs (I'm not that cruel – and anyway theirs were smaller than the one Eva was wearing). I had been toying with nipple clamps for Eva but they would have showed with her dress. And while we were having the pictures taken the photographer insisted on us having one taken in front of grand-dad's boulder, (yep that one still makes me smile) and he took another one under the pergola where Jane likes to tied up too.

Our wedding night was unusual – well it was always going to be wasn't it? – but as well as being energetic, it was loving and celebrated the act of marriage and Eva's officially becoming a member of our family.

The next couple of years were - well, I'm going to say 'interesting', as we pushed ahead with our plans for the business and properties. Eva took on the Ethical Business role, and we travelled, had a lot of interesting experiences and met a lot of interesting people (shagged some of them) and the four of us fucked like bunnies. Then one day Eva found she was pregnant.

The excitement level at Thrallthorpe hit seismic levels as mum, gran and the management team pampered her and made preparations for the baby's birth. During one of her check-ups the doctor confided that she was concerned about Eva's ability to give birth naturally. Not overly so, she said, but enough that she suggested a caesarean. I was surprised when Eva emphatically refused the c-section. She told me later she didn't have a problem with piercings or welts but would be damned if she would mark herself with a birthing scar. I suppose I could have put my foot down and said something but you know – the wise man chooses which battles to fight.

The labour, as we had feared it might be, was not easy and though Elizabeth Jane was born a healthy and quite beautiful little girl, it meant Eva and I couldn't have any more children. But Liz - who was the cutest little button you could imagine - was doted on by her gran and her great gran (oh yeah, it took gran some time to get used to being a great grandmother, though my mum took to being a gran like a duck to water!) and Eva eventually recovered from the delivery. And while Liz was growing up things went back to normal – though there was a lot less nudity about the place than there had been, though there were still naked subs about when Liz wasn't.

And we went on with our lives with the business and the submission and bondage. Sadly my gran - Elizabeth - died, but when it happened she was surrounded by people who loved her and Liz her great grand-daughter grew up to be a beautiful woman, but that is another story.

The way I see it, the whole story – the Inheritance and all that went with it – just shows sometimes you just never see it coming.



And that's it! 'Inheritance' is done. Watch out for a sequel, and discover more about Liz Bailey, and a prequel, which will go back to how John Porter started it all, and hopefully correct some mis-perceptions. I hope you've enjoyed it, I know some of you did. Thank you all for your votes and your comments, but above all, thanks for reading.



Inheritance Ch. 08



Or sometimes you just don't see it coming!

This is a sequel to the Inheritance series -- a 'finishing off' really. If you haven't read the preceding parts before, reading them might make everything more sensible. This is a fiction; nothing more. All of the characters are made up; some of them characters are based vaguely on real people but really, really vaguely. Oh and they're all over 18. Enjoy!

Twenty five years ago Mike Bailey, discovered that he had inherited his grandfather's estate -- a very large amount -- what is generally known round here as a 'shit load' - of money, property, his business portfolio and his submissives. Which all came as a bit of a surprise - especially that last bit. His Grandfather John was a Dom and he dominated Mike's mum and gran and by inheritance Mike became their master. Mike then married a woman he used to work with, incorporating her into his business and relationships. His wife - Eva - gave birth to their daughter, Elizabeth, named after her great-grand mother. This is how that story moves on.

May 2038

Liz Bailey looked at her padphone. It was her dad calling. She thought about sending a busy signal but thought better and passed her hand over the screen to answer it. The screen saver changed to the live view of the caller.

Mike Bailey smiled at his daughter, "Er Dad! Hi! How are you?" It wasn't that it was unusual for her dad to call her, he just simply didn't call. It was usually his PA or Liz's mum that rang. Liz felt like she should curtsey or something.

"Hi Liz. I just wanted to know if you're coming up to see us this week-end?" Well it looked like her dad and sounded like her dad, Liz wondered whether it was a computer graphic, there were some clever buggers out there.

"I have one more 'uni' thing to do tonight, dad, but I'll be over in the morning."

"Good! Come and see me tomorrow, I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." She said brightly, and after their goodbyes she waved her hand at the phone to switch it to stand-by.

"Fuck me!" She said aloud.

"Any time!" said a voice from the couch, "What did the old man want?"

"He wants to see me tomorrow."

"You going?" the second voice from the couch was drowsy from orgasm but still curious.

"Yeah." Liz said thoughtfully, she had no idea what her father would want to see her about and she did have access to two heavenly creatures in front of her, but because of the unusual personal call she was intrigued, "I think I will."

And with that she pulled her sweater over her head, exposing full, nicely rounded breasts tipped with dark brown nipples, as she turned towards the arms of the sleepy naked blonde on the couch. Liz stroked the large black strap-on cock, bobbing upwards out of her smooth shaven pussy area. "But before I do that - I'm going to fuck your brains out again. And then," she drew the word out as she poked a long red-nailed finger into the breast of the other blonde, "Then I am going to do the same to you."

Liz placed her knee on the bed and moved forwards, her hands held out like a descending goddess. As she brought her other knee up, the black strap-on jiggling between her thighs, the two blondes sought out her palms and nuzzled at them like supplicants. The two elegantly nude, sensually bare women worshipped the woman kneeling between them, their pale flesh and golden blonde hair contrasting with her naturally darker skin tone and darker blonde hair.

Liz's hands descended like a blessing on the heated flesh, bestowing caresses upon her worshipful subjects. It was delicious -- the women on the bed were not related but were like enough to be twins. There was a thrill of delight in watching them as they engaged in what appeared to be almost incest, enjoying the descending sensuality and each other at the same time. Liz felt the sexual chill course through her as Karen - the slightly taller of the two - grasped the false cock and brought it to her mouth, following it down as Liz continued to sink to her heels. Danielle -- whose round breasts were slightly more rounded and capped with slightly larger nipples -- slipped her questing hand past Liz's, and beneath the black strap-on, up underneath her and between the cleft of her bottom. Liz brought their heads together and delighted in watching the two lovely mouths as they kissed open mouthed. It could not have been better, unless, of course they had been sisters. The three women regularly engaged in the most intense of carnal sessions and had been intimate for the last couple of years. Whilst their particular menage was not exclusive it was a deep and involved thing. Liz and Karen gently pressed Danielle onto her back and Karen guided the large dildo towards her opened and damp lips, giving them a long slow lick before she applied the false cock.

Liz drew Karen up and they kissed as Liz slowly began to fuck Danielle. Karen switched between the two -- kissing, licking, stroking, fondling, a priestess officiating in the Danielle's sacrifice on the altar to Liz's goddess. Slowly but surely the goddess moved in Danielle and she screamed an orgasm round the thrust of the cock jutting from Liz's pelvis. Time and again the cums erupted until -- her head shaking from side to side -- Danielle pushed Liz away. "Too much, no more."

The three of them rested, Liz and Karen gently stroking and bestowing kisses on the still trembling Danielle. Liz lay back, the cock between her legs jutting upwards, but now Danielle and Karen were doing the kissing, as they lavished their attentions on Liz's breasts, kissing and nipping at them.

Gently pushing them away Liz guided Danielle to attend to Karen, while she made Karen kneel in front of her, then pressing her forwards so she was on all fours with her delightful breasts dangling over Danielle's hungry licking mouth.

Anointing the black strap on with cream from the table beside the couch she positioned the tip at Karen's bumhole.

"OH YES!" the other woman squealed, "Take me there, you bitch, impale me!"

"Just pleased I can be of service." Liz told her and plunged the false cock home, in one swift, lubricated movement.

Elizabeth Jane Bailey - Liz - was enjoying her life. Basking in the new sexuality of the late 2030's, life for an adventurous soul like herself, open to new experiences, was exciting. After the late 'teens and the 2020's when Britain's moral landscape had become bleaker and bleaker, more repressed and generally disproving, the mid 30's had exploded into freedom. In a parallel of the Swinging 1960s young people had refused to have their behaviours set and handed down to them and they embraced a freer (and medically more cautious) morality. Liz had embraced that freedom -- she was at university where she met people who were her equals mentally and physically, and she was enjoying relationships with boys and girls.

Now as she drove from Oxford to the house near Northampton she thought how different her life was to that of her father and her mother. All her dad was concerned with was his work and her mother. To her they were a typical staid middle aged couple, she laughed - they even had her gran -- her dad's mum - living with them in their large Northamptonshire home. She did genuinely love her mother and father, and her grand-mother but she could not ever see herself living a life that was that confined. Not that her mum and dad weren't attractive people, hell even her gran was fit, as her male uni friends would say, delicious in a rounded mature way. Her parents - in their early fifties - were physically in good condition and her mum had a smouldering sexuality - though Liz was certain it was all for her dad. Her mum was pretty conservative, and she often let Liz's dad make all the decisions. Not that Liz's mum was in any way weak willed, she was a successful business woman and growing up Liz had discovered that her mother had a will of iron.

Her dad on the other hand was not so sexual in his outward appearance, but he was, she felt, a man with deep sensual tastes. If push ever came to shove she told herself, he was attractive enough that she'd jump the old man's bones if she had to. Yeah, right Liz, she told herself, like that was ever going to happen.

Once she reached her parent's house, Thrallthorpe, Liz placed her bag in her room and went to find 'the old man'. Kissing her mother, Eva, Liz was pointed in the direction of her father's office. She knocked and opened the door.

"So how is that looking for you?" Mike Bailey waved Liz to sit down and he listened to the answer, he turned back to the screen.

"No, no, Elizabeth. Yes LITTLE Elizabeth. Come over here Liz."

Mike turned the screen round, so she could wave to the man on the screen -- one of her father's business associates from the Netherlands.

"Okay Lukas, give my regards to Hanne and the kids, we may get out to see you in a month or so. Yes I'll make sure Eva comes with me. She still talks about the last time she was out there. Speak soon my friend. Yes and you."

Smiling Mike waved his hand at the screen to close the connection and turned back to his daughter.

After a couple of minutes chatter Mike got up from his seat behind the desk and came to sit on the old chesterfield settee that had been in the office for so many years, Liz had no recollection of the room without it.

"Liz, I've been looking at your results from uni. Looking good kid, looking very good. Have you given any thought to what you're going to do next?"

Liz thanked him but she was worried, she knew that when her dad took an interest in people generally their lives changed. And while it normally seemed to be a good thing Liz wasn't sure she wanted that. She had plans - her own plans - to travel for a year or two and then settle down to working. And she told her dad that.

"Liz, my lovely, you've grown up with the Group." Liz heard the capital letter in the word - even as her dad was saying. "But what do you know about it?"

Oh man, Liz told herself, that was a good one. The Group was a fact of life in her life from the yearly group family days to the Monday morning meetings in the large kitchen at Thrallthorpe. (In fact the Monday meetings and the beautiful, elegant and intelligent women had been a major influence in Liz's choice of study at uni, her degree in business, was because she wanted to be like them, to be one of them.

"I know bits and pieces." Liz reeled off the set-piece show-and-tell "The JE Group is a collection of companies founded just under fifty years ago, the operating model of which is mutual co-operation. Operating costs are kept manageable by favoured rates within the group, which are further helped by self-funding and a minimal involvement from external investors and stock exchanges. The group also manages its credit and supply very carefully, as these have been sources of major business failures in recent times. The other interesting thing about the group's operation is its ethical trading policy, not just in internal trading but also with any business partners."

Liz's dad smiled at her run-down of the business, she gave him an embarrassed smile in return, "One of the tutors set us an essay on your business model -- he's a huge fan, you should meet him some time."

Mike Bailey smiled, the Ethical business policy was something he had brought in, but his wife Eva had taken it on and developed it, the policy was her 'baby'.

"But what I want to know," she went on, "Is how you pulled it off? How has it all worked for this long? I mean it shouldn't work -- no external investment, no involvement from the markets, how?"

"The trend for businesses in the mid-teens was smaller is better, and that worked for us," Mike told her, "Because each business in itself is small, but operating with the support of the group they have access to the sort of resources that bigger companies have."

"Isn't that a restrictive practice?" Liz asked. Her father shook his head.

"We put plenty of work out for tender but what I'm talking about is areas that big companies might have that a small company just can't afford. There you are -- R & D -- is a good example.

"When I first took over from your great-grand father I set up a think tank -- brought people together from within the group. And it paid for itself. A situation came up a few years ago where it looked like we would have to lay people off. Something we have always tried not to do.

"We threw it to the Think tank guys and they worked out that while the company in question did need to lose staff, redeploying people within the group would actually be a better option. A few of the 'at risk' people asked for support and we ended up funding two new companies, and a micro-brewery that is doing very nicely indeed.

 "Then one of those companies came up with two world beating patents. You know how you just wave your hand to answer your phone?"

Liz nodded. "They invented that."

"That had the phone companies interested, but then they designed a system to take external sounds when you're on the phone, and play it through the external speakers. You know how it works, it deadens external noise so you don't have to shout but it also uses the sounds around you so that if people are listening your sound is deadened and they can't hear your call."

"They invented Closed Call?" The business student in Liz was fascinated.

"It was jointly financed with the group and the phone people give us buckets of money to use it. And a big lump of that money goes back into the Group."

"I'm guessing I'm not here just to tell you what you already know - what is it you want me to do, father?" Liz asked.

Her dad smiled as Liz cut to the chase. "I'm offering you a job. When you're done with uni I want you to start working for me as an intern, no frills, no favours. The pay-off is that when I think you're ready - you take over from me."

"From you?" Liz was stunned.

Mike nodded. "What I'm suggesting is three years in the group working with me, and we'll see whether you're ready. But don't decide now. Have a think about it and let me know at the end of term."

"I was thinking of travelling for a year." Liza said thoughtfully.

Her father thought for a minute, "Why not do that and get paid for it?"

Liz looked at her father, quizzically. "Look, say you go travelling," he said, "You do it on a budget, you often don't know where you're going to sleep and you're living on dwindling resources. These days that's not as safe as it used to be.

"What I'm suggesting is that there's a bunch of people in the group that do trade shows in the US and India and the Far East with their computer software, working with them be worth it. I have to go out to Hong Kong myself this summer. It would mean that you get a hotel rather than a beach..."

Liz wanted to say no, she wanted to say that she preferred to travel with her friends, but this was one of the things her father did. He made great suggestions that were tough to turn down. The next thing you knew you were doing what he wanted you to do. It was something he had done to her time and time again as she'd grown up. With a deep breath she told him, "No I'm good, I think Dad." She said slowly. "We've been planning this for a while, there will be three of us travelling together but when I get back, I'll work for you, no worries." She could see her father smiling.

"What?" She asked.

Mike just shook his head and carried on smiling, "Because I stood up to your suggestions?" She asked.

Mike nodded; he got up from his desk. "Come on daughter of mine, it's Saturday morning I need to get out in the sunshine, let's go for a walk."

And taking Liz by the hand they walked out into the grounds of Thrallthorpe, together.

In the end it didn't happen the way Liz wanted -- Karen and Danielle, her two friends, decided they had different priorities and - out of the blue - got married. Spending the money that they would have otherwise used for travelling on the wedding the two girls looked stunning with matching dresses, and Liz was the best man to both of them (and partner to both the previous night).

She allowed them that their wedding bash was one of the best she had ever been to, and after the wedding she did get off with one of the male guests, but she could not help but feel disappointed by the loss of the opportunity of a life time.

"Can you not still go on your own?" Her mother asked when she was back at Thrallthorpe.

"I guess I could," Liz told her, "But it just wouldn't be the same."

"Didn't your father ask if you wanted to go to Hong Kong?" Eva asked her.

"D'you think he'd still take me?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

"But wouldn't you normally go?"

"You know perfectly well that if your dad asked you, it's you he wants to go. I don't mind, I've been several times. You'll enjoy it, Hong Kong is exciting and there are so many -- erm - interesting things to do." She told her daughter, with a smile.

 "And anyway," Eva went on, "It will be good for the two of you to bond. I know he's missed you a lot while you've been away."

The car trip from Hong Kong International Airport ended at the entrance to a towering hotel. While the driver delivered the cases to the hotel porter, Liz followed her father up the steps and into the foyer.

The concierge approached her father with a broad smile on his face.

"Mr Bailey! It has been too long since we last saw you sir, how are you? How long are you staying with us?"

Both men bowed politely then, her father shook the man's hand warmly, "Hello Peter, may I introduce my daughter, Elizabeth? We're here for a few days, some business, and a little pleasure."

"Whatever it is Mr Bailey you're always welcome here sir." The man's grin was ear to ear and as far as Liz could see, quite genuine, "If you'd like to sign in at the reception desk sir, they're taking your luggage to your rooms now."

And ten minutes later Liz and her father were in the glass lift -- shooting up the inside of the lobby atrium, till they disappeared into the ceiling.

In the suite the porter showed them around their rooms -- two bedrooms with their own bathrooms that shared one common lounge space but then Liz saw the view. From the floor to ceiling windows she could see Victoria Harbour on her left, with Stonecutter Island, and the lights of the bridge, in the distance, and the stacked metropolis of Kowloon spread out in front of her. She stood there and took it in, her eyes flicking from the tiny boats through the bridges to the bigger ocean going vessels and helicopters flitting between the islands. She had never seen anything like it, and could have looked at it for hours, but her father moving in the lounge area drew her away from the incredible view.

"This is nice, dad. Do you always travel like this?" Liz asked her father walking from her bedroom back into the lounge. Mike had taken his suit jacket off and was rolling his shirt sleeves up.

"Sometimes, often we stay with friends, most times it's a bit less downscale, but sometimes it's about the show."

Liz looked at her dad, waiting for him to continue.

"People expect you to be certain things, it makes them feel comfortable if you behave how they expect you to. The people we're dealing with are very traditional in many ways, so we put on a show for them."

"They're watching where we stay?" Liz asked, Mike nodded. "Are they going to spy on us? Will they be eavesdropping?"

"Highly unlikely -- that's one of the reasons I stay here -- they take their guests' security very seriously, all the rooms are swept on a regular basis."

"We've got a meeting with the customer's at eight tonight," Mike told her, Liz turned to look at him; he had removed his suit jacket, and had taken his tie off. "It might be an idea to catch a nap. The time changes can really catch you out."




Inheritance Ch. 08



Liz suddenly realised that she was tired. In a few minutes she had stripped to her knickers and a camisole top, and was dozing with her head to the stunning view.

It seemed like she had hardly closed her eyes before she heard her father's gentle knocking, it was dark outside the large windows -- as dark as the view of Kowloon across the harbour at night could ever be, she reached out and switched on the bedside lamp.

"The car will be here for us in about an hour," her father told her, when she asked, "Wear something classy. The first part of the evening is business -- we're going to an informal little soiree and drinkies - and then we're going out."

"Oh?" Liz wasn't expecting 'out'.

"Yes," he said, smiling as he did so, "I think you might enjoy it." And he closed the door as he went back to his own room.

"An hour?!" Liz cursed under her breath as he left and she spent the next forty-five minutes in a race to shower and dry her short dirty blonde hair. Next she franticly hopped around the room struggling into one of her evening dresses. Fortunately she had spent a few hours with her mother picking clothes that would be suitable for one of 'daddy's business trips'. With five minutes to go Liz made her way into the sitting room of the suite, only to see her father looking out at the twinkling lights of the view that had entranced her before.

"You look stunning Liz." He greeted her. And even if she said so herself, she did look good. With a slightly longer than usual 'little black dress' -- just above her knees, and a fine gold chain around her neck, the effect she been trying for was understated but classy, and, quite frankly it was a look she rocked.

Liz on the other hand stuttered, "Wow Dad! You look fantastic!" He wore a very plain black silk dinner suit with a white wing collared shirt and dark red bow-tie. Liz she felt a ripple of attraction for him, she realised again that her dad was a very good looking man, not ruggedly handsome or even pretty, just a handsome, distinguished -- in that suit and wing collared shirt - sensual man. She knew he had always been a good looking man, but she hadn't realised how good, and, she had to admit, his boyish grin was a killer.

"Like I told you earlier sometimes you have to make the effort," he said with a disparaging wave. "The guys we're going to meet tonight are tough negotiators, very old school Chinese businessmen, they like this sort of thing. And this works for where we're going afterwards."

"What is it we're doing tonight, dad?"

"It's a bit of a meet and greet. We've started doing business with the Li Corporation. Our guys here in Hong Kong has been talking to them for a while but now Mr Li himself wants to meet up. We have something he wants, they don't mind paying for it, but they're getting sticky about the end user licence. The EULA stipulates that if they do anything that contravenes our Ethics Policy or a couple of other things on that agreement not only will it get very expensive very quickly but we can shut down their operation. We -- you and me - are not that important in the process, but they wanted to meet me - the boss -- and then they'll go back to the sales team the day after tomorrow and the negotiating begins. So I had a meet with some of our guys here this afternoon_"

"Here?" The phone rang; it was the desk advising that the car was ready for them.

"Yes, while you were a sleep. You needed it." He smiled "And our local people reckon they're going to be playing hardball, tonight." And with a gentle touch on Liz's elbow her father led her from the suite.

"And what is it we're selling them?"

"It's a new take on rapid prototyping software we have been working on. We designed it primarily as a medical software -- it's designed to run straight off the feed from an MRI scanner. But as the developers got into it we found it could do so much more. It's really user friendly, its end to end stuff, allows you to design something and it saves a lot of time and thought. It knocks hours off a job, and it runs the machines that do all the work as well. You can use it with lasers, rapid prototypers, printers, five axis cutters, at work and at home. "

"They want the whole thing?"

"Yes, but like I said before the sticking point is the number of user licences, they want a lot more than we're prepared to allow them."

At the hotel where the meeting was taking place -- neutral ground -- as if such a thing as 'neutral' existed for a Chinese business man in Hong Kong, her father introduced her to several of his local employees -- all Caucasians, in particular a handsome young Caucasian man in a white dinner jacket, "Liz this is Tony Feeney, as far as you're concerned you've known him all your life, okay?" Mike leaned in and whispered, "Tony is a Chinese speaker but don't let on."

Liz nodded, bewildered.

"Trust me." Her father said.

The meeting took place in an upper floor room, again with a spell-binding view. Six Chinese business men waited for them to enter. Drinks were poured and greetings exchanged, bows and handshakes. Liz couldn't quite keep a track of all of their names but two in particular immediately struck her as important. Mr Han, small and blocky, he smiled a lot and greeted them in beautiful English. The other was Mr Li, a big man but controlled, solemn looking - even his movements were measured and carefully planned. Mr Han did all the translating for Mr Li. Liz wasn't sure how far she would trust either of them, but her father greeted them warmly and everybody including Tony sat down around a large table.

For a long while it was straight business talking about the nature of the software and what it could do. Tony did much of that, it was obvious to Liz that he knew the product inside out.

Then -- with the Chinese seemingly happy with the answers -- the pow-wow broke up and drinks were served again.

Liz found herself with her father, Mr Han and Mr Li. Mr Han chatted amiably while Mr Li loomed over both of them. Suddenly Mr Li leaned over and said something to Mr Han in Chinese.

"Mr Li is curious -- he was expecting to meet Mrs Bailey, after all one of the things we are discussing is your famous ethics policy. We understand that she is mainly responsible for that."

Mike Bailey nodded, "Elizabeth is beginning her training, in the family business, her mother has been in Vienna visiting her relatives."

Another shot of Chinese from Mr Li, "You didn't have a son to follow you?" Mr Han translated.

"No, my daughter is my blessing." The Chinese men nodded, though Liz suspected, their interpretation of the word blessing was different from her father's. But Liz felt a little thrill, it was nice being called her father's 'blessing'.

"And how are you finding Hong Kong, Miss Bailey?" Mr Han asked her.

"As it is at the moment, it is quite enchanting," she told him as she waved at the view, the golden street lights shone up into the heavy damp-laden sky illuminating the crystal towers, making a crowded fairy landscape, simplified at this distance. It was an easy thing to say, and true, but it pleased Mr Han and when he explained it to Mr Li even he too broke into a smile.

As Liz went to find Tony she heard Mr Han say something to her father about family business.

There was something about the tone of the question and the fact that her father paused before answering. Liz also paused before she turned round slowly, not wanting to appear as if she was reacting too quickly.

Her father was smiling, to all intents and purposes, the same smile he'd worn all evening, but Liz knew.

Liz could see the smile wasn't quite going all the way to his eyes. He repeated the question, to himself, "Mr Li was wondering whether we should be doing entering into this partnership with the JE Group, with what is essentially a small family business?"

Liz's dad was blazing angry, she could see it. She'd seen it once before when a school teacher had accused her of cheating in a piece of course work. Her father had helped her in the work but in the only way he knew how -- by going over it with her and then helping her understand what she had to do. Then he sent her away to do it, and when it was done he checked it with her, to make sure it was done properly. He knew she'd done the work honestly, he'd even corrected her and had her do some of it again because she had lifted a section of it off the internet -- after he had explained why that wasn't the way to do it. The teacher had sent Liz home with a failing mark, on the grounds that sections had been plagiarised.

On hearing the mark Mike Bailey had been incandescent with anger, not with Liz, something she was very glad of. He was angry for her because it called her integrity into question, something he would not tolerate. Mike had requested a meeting with the teacher and the head mistress, and let the teacher know his displeasure in no uncertain manner, not using one repetition, or swear word. Her work was re-assessed and this time the grade was a passing one. There had been other times, like the time someone had accused her of stealing (falsely) and Liz liked to think of this as 'daddy's special kind of angry'.

"If I may, daddy?" Although she and her mother frequently referred to Mike as 'daddy', Liz never addressed him as that; it was enough of a jolt to make him pause. "Yes, Mr Han, my father jokes about the JE Group being a family business, but only because there is strength in family, the strength that comes from knowing who you can rely on when you need people. We look after our people and our companies, we have done for fifty years, through four recessions, and like a happy, strong family we have grown naturally."

Liz leaned on her father's arm, "When my father took the group on from his grandfather, it had already survived two periods of recession and the ineptitude of two different governments. He has guided it, and nurtured it so that now it is the healthy, organisation it is today."

She was watching Mr Han and Mr Li carefully as she spoke. "The group itself has doubled in size, but it has been an organic growth - often one company creates another. We have trebled the number of people we employ but by use of technology and good practices our annual turnover has grown steadily over the last fifteen years. Not a lot, some people would say, but it is a genuine growth and sustainable, our yearly percentile growth is consistent and sustained through all the companies in the group. None of our companies is over-extended financially -- as you are aware we are not listed on any stock exchange - and more importantly we carefully manage our company's sources and make sure supply lines are secure." Liz was all business, as she reeled off details of the capita expenses and through put -- or at least the numbers she felt safe in revealing.

In contact with him as she was, Liz felt her father relaxing; she went on maintaining her business-like manner, "As well as that -- as you know - we have a very strict ethics policy -- not only in our own business but we also insist that those we do business with, do it in an ethical way as well. So much so we write it into our end user licence. It all contributes to the group's success, but it ultimately comes from our ethos, Mr Han, the family ethos. You don't screw with family."

That was when she saw what she was looking for in Mr Li's eyes. Liz let Mr Han translate this even though 'screw' didn't translate directly. Suddenly she became a twenty two year old blonde western daughter, "Mr Li!" she laughed, placing her hand on the big man's chest, coquettishly "You're so naughty! Pretending that you don't speak English!"

There was dead silence in the room as all conversation came to an abrupt halt. Liz realised that it could have gone either way, the tension in the room could have blown up there and then, but Mr Li's serious face broke into a beaming grin as he said in cultured English, "Then perhaps I would not have been party to your spirited defence of your father's companies, young lady. Bravo."

"Mr Bailey," he went on turning to her father and offering his hand to apologise, "Please forgive Mr Han, he was only following my instructions, I just wanted to know more about the kind of man we are dealing with. I don't think many men could have a better testimony than that which your daughter has delivered so eloquently. Truly, she is, as you say, a blessing."

Business concluded, the Chinese party left quickly afterwards.

The three of them remained after everyone else had gone, and they stood for a few moments looking out at Kowloon, the city lights illuminating the low clouds.

"That was quite impressive, if I may say so?" Tony observed into the slightly stunned silence.

"I thought so." Mike Bailey added, then he looked at both of them shaking his head slightly and scowling -- as if to say 'not here'.

Once in the crowded lobby they paused and Mike turned to Tony. "Okay what was your read on that?"

"Well, I was fairly certain Li was faking it, though they played it completely straight, everything you said was translated directly and Han translated everything that Li asked him to. They probably figured you'd have a translator. They didn't figure on a people watcher though." Tony tipped his head in Liz's direction; she felt a slight flush of embarrassment.

Her father touched her shoulder, "Yes that was well done Liz. What was the 'tell'?"

"When I said 'screw with family' there was just a flicker in his eyes, that made me suspicious, then Mr Han started to explain 'screw', but Mr Li had already reacted to the phrase."

"The tirade was very well done. But I might send 'you don't screw with family' to Marketing and see what they can do with it." Mike told her. "And those figures, very impressive."

"Well I can't sleep on a plane like you can, dad. I figured I'd better read up on the group."

"Well done you." Her father observed, before he turned to Tony, "Thanks for tonight, I'll see you at the formal meeting the day after tomorrow -- tomorrow I'm taking my daughter shopping in Hong Kong."

As they walked to the waiting car her father's anger gone, Liz asked him what had triggered it. He laughed, "It's my big weakness, my Achilles heel, and they pushed just the right button.

"I hate people under-rating the group. Yes, maybe we are a 'family' operation, but that's always been our strength. It just pisses me right off."

"He was pushing your buttons to see how you reacted?" Her father nodded.

"But I don't think he's going to under-estimate you again." Liz was leaning on her father's arm again. It was a warm feeling, Liz enjoyed the sensation of connection, she also realized she had never felt closer to her 'old man'.

"Thanks to you." He said, "That has earned my adventurous daughter something a little special."

"Such as?" Liz asked curiously.

Her father smiled as he assisted her into the waiting car. As he slid himself in on the other side and the driver closed the door, he beamed at her, and simply said "Mrs Wu's."

Twenty minutes of Hong Kong Island traffic later the Mercedes EL350 -- the high end electric saloon supplied by the hotel for the evening - slid to a halt underneath the entrance to a modern looking waterside building which to all intents and purposes was a large Chinese restaurant.

As they got out of the car under the entrance portico, thunder rumbled in the dark sky above them, beyond the overhanging porch. A doorman greeted them with a broad smile as they entered.

In the entrance there was an overwhelming sense of red - red walls, red drapes, red furniture, red everywhere. Liz remembered that in Chinese culture red is a lucky colour. The entrance was busy, people coming and going, but in the centre of it all, well back from the open doorway, sitting prominently in a large, black, intricately carved chair, was a small, elegant woman, quite still and observing the throng.

At the same time Liz saw her, the Chinese lady's eyes lit upon Liz's dad.

"YOU!" She said loudly, "You!" She rose from the chair, walking with the aid of a gold topped black stick, using it as both an aide and an emphasis. She wore a beautifully cut, black silk dress, falling to her mid-calf and patterned with gold thread on the left shoulder. She was handsome, and her face was so finely featured that Liz couldn't have even begun to guess her age, but that beautiful face was grimly serious.

"No see you long time! What you think you doing? You got some nerve come back here." The words were loud and harsh, but suddenly the stern, forbidding glare became a wide beaming smile and the tone became excited and warm. Mrs Wu, Liz assumed, threw her arms wide and embraced her father warmly, drawing him down to her level kissing him and hugging him tightly.

"You lovely man," she said, "Why we no see you so long? Where you been?"

"Mrs Wu," Mike said, "Forgive me, my heart has been breaking that I haven't been able to come to see you." Mike bowed low and kissed the knuckles of the hand that Mrs Wu extended for him.

Liz was watching her father flirting, she knew he was doing it, he knew he was doing it, even Mrs Wu knew he was doing it but, she had to admit to herself, that he was doing it beautifully. Liz had never recognised before that her father loved women. He was surrounded by them, her mum and her gran, even her great grand-mother had been a beautiful, elegant woman. All of the management team -- women she had admired and who had influenced her as she grew up -- were sophisticated and intelligent women, and her father loved all of them. Liz was certain there was no impropriety, but they were all close to him. Mrs Wu was another one who responded to his charm.

"Oh!" Mrs Wu was hanging on to her father, "You lovely, lovely man, so good see you." Liz could see the genuine warmth between the two of them.

Mrs Wu noticed Liz, standing there slightly bemused. "You no bring Mrs Bailey? Who this lovely lady? You have concubine now?"

Liz coughed in surprise, but Mike stepped in "Mrs Wu -- may I introduce my daughter Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth?" Mrs Wu's eyes narrowed in thought for a moment, "Like you _ you grandmother Elizabeth?" Liz choked for a second, her mother and great-grand mother had been here?

"Yes, Liz is named after her." Mike told her.

Mrs Wu looked at Liz, looking her up and down openly, before hugging Liz and exchanging kisses. "Welcome to Mrs Wu's -- very pleased to meet you. You named for very lovely lady, I miss her very much. But you! You so pretty woman, so_ so_ elegant!"

Liz blushed and thanked Mrs Wu, blushing at the compliment.

She turned back to Mike. "You mum okay?" Holy shit! Liz thought, her gran as well?

The little Chinese lady smiled her glorious smile again when Mike told her his mum was well and that she sent her love. "Good, good! You come now. We go upstairs now. You not eating? You need good feed, you too skinny for Mrs Wu. Come, come!"

Mike offered Mrs Wu his right arm and Liz his left and the three of them walked down the long central aisle of the restaurant. Several of the diners -- on seeing the proprietess walking with the western man and woman - paused in their meal till they had passed, but for most of them it was not so unusual for Mrs Wu's.

"How long it been, sin' we see you las' time?" Mrs Wu asked Mike.

"Two, no three years ago." Mike said sadly.

"Three year too long, you know you numma one guy for Mrs Wu?" She told him, laughing happily "Me love you long time!" Mrs Wu and Mike started to laugh, and in the face of Mrs Wu's over the top sincerity Liz started to laugh too.

"You will always have a place in my heart dear Mrs Wu, always."

Having noted how people -- especially women - seemed to like Mike Bailey, Liz realised it was obviously an advantage when doing business but there was more, socially her father had an acute sense of humour which picked up on local memes, and which brought similar responses from people.




Inheritance Ch. 08



"What is this place? And mum, gran, and gan-gan? You brought them here?" Liz hissed at her dad, as the small Chinese lady with the grace of a duchess paraded them through the throng of diners.

"Are you really the 'adventurous' girl I have heard and read about?" her dad asked her quietly.

Stunned by her dad's question, Liz looked at him. "I hope so?" She told him.

"Well then, relax and go with the flow." On her father's other side Mrs Wu caught her eye and nodded encouragingly.

Liz realized that this was a test of some sort, something about the way her father referred to her adventurous nature, it had to be a test. But if that was so why had he brought her mum here, and not just her mum but her gran and even great grandmother Elizabeth -- gan-gan?

Soon they had reached the top of a wide stair case, Mrs Wu had swapped places and was holding both of their hands as she led them down a hallway to a door.

"You go in now, everythin' ready as you ask. Enjoy, enjoy!" And she opened the door into...

"A private dining room?" Liz said aloud. Mrs Wu urged them forwards and left them.

"Yes." Her father said, "What were you expecting?"

"Well I wasn't_er" Liz stuttered, "I wasn't sure."

Her father was still smiling as he showed her to her seat, a two seater, arranged at a round table with a lazy susan on. The seats were side by side and faced a window which again focussed on the sweeping frontage of Kowloon across the water. The seating faced the windows. Liz made herself comfortable on the seat.

"Leave room." Her father told her.

"What is it - a banquet?" And even as she had said it waiters and waitresses in plain black tunics and trousers, all impeccably uniformed, all with a pictogram embroidered on the upper left breast in copper coloured thread, started bringing dishes to the table. Soon there was an assortment of Chinese dishes in front of them. "I don't know if I'll be able to leave room after this lot?" Liz said.

"Oh no!" said her father, "Leave room for these..." At which point two girls appeared, clad in black dresses very like that worn by Mrs Wu but with their embroidery done in silver. The bigger difference however was the cut of their dresses. Mrs Wu's dress and the uniforms of the serving staff were elegant but demur, but the girls' dresses were cut with a very low décolletage, cut almost to the navel and showing most, but not all of their breasts. The sides of the dresses were equally revealing; being cut with high slits to expose smooth golden thighs, up past the top of the hip. It was immediately apparent that neither girl wore any form of underwear. They bowed gracefully to the diners before moving to sit down next to them

They were both beautiful. Mai -- who went to sit by her father appeared to be taller and had a mane of black, blacker than black hair that hung between her shoulders, while Soo, who was more petite, wore her hair in a bun. Both girls were exquisitely made up, Liz was stunned.

"Girls are okay, are they Liz? Would you prefer a young man?" Her father asked.

Soo had sat down at Liz's right hand side and was happily pressing her bare thigh against Liz's leg, as she removed the lids from dishes and prepared chopsticks.

"Wha_ What are they going to do?"

"Primarily they are here to feed you. Mrs Wu believes we westerners make a complete balls up of chopsticks, so these two young ladies will feed you. But they do other things as well."

"As well?" Liz's mouth was dry, Soo was beautiful, exotic and when she looked Liz in the eye, there was an openness and frank sensuality that was making the western girl's knees weak.

Liz looked at her father, Mai had seated herself on his left, her right arm draped around his shoulder and she was using her left hand to bring dim sum to his mouth. Her father had his left hand draped on her right thigh. "Other things," he told her, "Their whole reason for being here is to make you feel good."

What the fuck? Liz couldn't believe her father had brought her here. She watched him for a moment as he sat, intimately entwined with his Chinese hand-maiden (though Liz doubted she wasn't any sort of maiden and hadn't been for a while). She saw him gently stroking the girl's thigh as she toyed with him and chatted with him, as she dutifully fed him pieces of the little dumplings. Liz observed this with amazement, after all it was her father she was watching, but she was surprised to realise there was also some resentment in her for the same reason.

Eventually she reasoned when in Hong Kong. Liz pointed at the shu mai and Soo offered Liz a piece of the delicious dumpling. With nothing for her hands to do - the girls even held their drinks for them - Liz followed her father's lead and dropped her hand onto the Chinese girl's thigh. Soo smiled when she did that and nodded, as if in approval.

The amounts in each course were small, as was traditional. Dim sum were followed by soup, and Soo even managed to make the soup a sensual event, holding the bowl and offering the ceramic spoon to Liz, and withdrawing it slowly. All the time she held Liz's eye contact, and the Chinese girl's movements created such an erotic air that Liz was starting to enjoy the experience. It might have been childish, had Soo adopted a parent's role in feeding Liz the soup, but the Chinese girl avoided anything like that. By keeping eye-contact with Liz, as well as the continued sensuality of their physical contact, it was very much a 'grown-up' experience.

After the soup there was a wide selection of traditional Chinese dishes. Liz was sure she would be spoiled for any Chinese meal of the future. Each dish was perfect, the meats seared and sealed as they should be to keep the essential flavour in. The sauces were perfect, even the rice, never as big a part of a meal in China as it was in the west, was perfect with separate grains and delicate flavours of sesame and jasmine. The portions were not large but there were lots of little ones, each kept hot by electric plates on the table top. In between courses there would be a short break to allow time for the food to settle. Soo and Mai would offer them mineral water to clear their palates. The Chinese girls even wiped Liz and Mike's mouths with warm, damp cloths.

Liz was surprised to see Mai carefully remove her father's jacket, before placing it on a hanger. Then she commenced to massage his shoulders. Soo looked at Liz and asked if she too wanted a massage, Liz nodded.

Soo's hands were deft, surprisingly strong and but gentle. Her fingers began by stroking Liz's shoulders, drawing inwards towards her neck. Then Soo began to explore knots of tension in Liz's muscles, working them out, it was painful at first but Liz could feel the benefit. Soon though, Soo's hands had slipped down to Liz's shoulders and she slipped the shoulder straps of Liz's dress off and down. As her arms and neck were being sensuously stroked Liz felt herself being more and more turned on by the beautiful Chinese girl's hands.

Liz leaned forwards and Soo took the hint, reaching down and unzipping Liz's dress. "Ohhhh! Fuck!" That felt so good. Soo was now caressing the sides of Liz's breasts, easing them out of her half-cup bra, cupping them and teasing her nipples. Liz felt so good, the combination of food and sensual massage was overwhelming her. Then she felt Soo's lips graze the nape of her neck, gentle and intimate. The feather-light sensation -- wrapped as she was in the sensual world created by the Chinese girl's hands - actually made her orgasm.

Liz glanced over to her father and saw that Mai had sunk to her knees between Mike's legs and now had his cock out and was lovingly licking it and sucking it deep between her red painted lips. Once again she felt torn by her feelings. Her father was relaxed, his dress shirt open showing his well-defined physique, his red bow-tie draped around his neck. He leaned back as Mai gobbled his hardness. Once again Liz was struck by her father's authority and poise, which she found strangely attractive, but she also felt a twinge of resentment that her father was being sucked off by someone who wasn't her mother.

Mike looked at her, across the short gap between them she saw the humour in his eyes and also approval as Soo moved between Liz's legs -- lifting her dress high up to show Liz's tiny black knickers.

"Dad?" Liz asked him.

"Relax and enjoy, Liz, that's what tonight is about."

"Mum?" Again a one word question.

By now Mai was sat on Mike's lap impaled on his hardness, milking him to orgasm as she worked herself forwards and backwards, rubbing her exquisite breasts in his face. "Mum knows what goes on at Mrs Wu's and she's okay with it. Enjoy it baby, just enjoy."

Liz gave a strangled groan, as Soo's tongue found her clitoris, "Oh. Yes! Yes daddy, I willllll ohhhh."

Soo's tongue was magical, Liz felt her pussy swimming in juices as Soo licked her forwards, backwards and sideways.

Orgasm after orgasm rattled her, the Chinese girl's tongue was educated and persistent. She worked Liz's pussy expertly, and in a short space of time Liz had experienced two huge orgasms and then a string of several more. Liz was close to phasing out completely, dizzy with pleasure. As her hands flailed about she found her right hand twined in Soo's hair, pushing the girl's head into her pussy. With a shock she felt her father take her left hand, and hold it, his grip was firm and cool. His grasp provided an anchor.

Looking across she saw him watching her, his cock limp and wet looking, Mai curled up in the chair next to him, her dad's arm around her.

Liz let go of her father's hand and gently pulled Soo up from between her thighs. Taking the girls hands in both of hers and kissing them, she thanked Soo, before kissing her. Liz tasted herself on the Chinese girl's lips and deep in her mouth.

"Thank you so very much Soo," she told her, "That was wonderful."

The Chinese girl beamed back at her, bobbing her head in acknowledgement.

Mai had helped her father dress, washing his slick cock with a fresh warm, damp towel. Soo helped Liz, still tingling from the oral attention -- wiping her pussy with a damp, clean cloth then drying it. Liz took her knickers and put the tiny scrap of fabric in her purse. Mai then helped Mike into his jacket. As he slipped it on he took two red envelopes from his inside pocket and handed one to each girl before bowing to them. They took the envelopes and bowed in return before leaving the room.

The door opened and Mrs Wu entered the room. Her father was just re-tying his bow tie, Mrs Wu walked up to him and batted his hands away before taking the glossy red cloth from him and tying it herself.

"You still wear this tie Mrs Wu give you?" By way of an answer Mike leaned forwards and kissed her cheek. The tiny Chinese lady turned to Liz, "You enjoy you first visit Mrs Wu's?"

Liz nodded, still not sure of her ability to talk. "You come back soon, you always welcome here!" At which point she drew Liz down and kissed her, before presenting her with a small gold brooch in the shape of a bird, the long curved tail feathers echoed the embroidery on her own black dress. She pinned the brooch on Liz's dress, who caught herself in a mirror and admired the brooch, which looked like it belonged there. "This make sure you always remember you visit!" Mrs Wu told Liz.

Liz nodded -- she already knew she'd never forget this - as she bowed to Mrs Wu, who returned the bow, and the two embraced warmly.

As they left the dining room Mike laid a third envelope on the table and Mrs Wu led them down to the foyer.

The electric powered Mercedes whisked them through the rain back to their hotel. All through the journey Liz was still buzzing off the pleasure she had just received.

Back in the suite her father handed her a glass of champagne from the bar. Outside lightning ripped across the sky over the bay, the insulating windows killed off the sound of thunder. It did however make a spectacular light-show.

"What was all that about?" Liz asked when she finally trusted her brain to think straight.

"Did you not enjoy it?" Mike asked.

Well, yes. I did, but it was just_" Liz gathered her bemusement "I'm your daughter! It's not the usual sort of thing father's do with daughters?"

"Why not?" Her father looked her straight in the eye, "If you were my son, I could take you. Hell! In some places it would be expected of me."

"But_!" Liz sputtered.

"But what?!" Mike continued. "Everything you've told me about yourself, everything I have read, said to me you would enjoy something different like that."

"Yes, well.... but you're my dad and I'm your daughter. I'm definitely not supposed to be watching you get a blow job, and be fucked, let alone have my pussy licked while you're doing it."

"Why not?" And Liz was stunned to find she had no good answer for him. Mike took her gently by the arm and kissed her forehead. "It's been a hell of a long day, Liz, so I'm going to bed." He was laughing as he turned away.

Liz was still buzzing but indignant, even more so as she didn't know whether she was annoyed or pleased at her father's attitude. Her father's amusement was the kicker, "What?"

"Kids! You think you invented sex." Looking at her slightly indignant glare he laughed again before saying, "Okay we'll do the proper daddy-daughter thing tomorrow."

That night the sky over Hong Kong Bay and Victoria Bay was ripped apart as the lightning storm rumbled on for a couple of hours, Liz lay awake half-watching it and musing about the day's events. Partly it was the strangeness of Mrs Wu's -- which she was still convinced was some form of test. But for the rest of it her mind replayed the business meeting over and over. Her degree was in business studies and it had been a major buzz to put things she'd learned into practice. The biggest thrill had been when she had rounded on Mr Han and Mr Li. Fuck! That had been cool! Liz was beginning to understand why her father did this.

A string of fleeting images flashed through her mind as she eventually dozed -- her father having his cock sucked, looking relaxed and strong, her father doing business, her father romancing Mrs Wu, Mai rocking back and to as she brought Liz's father to orgasm, the fire-cracker orgasms she had from Soo's tongue, even 'daddy's special kind of angry'. Liz remembered how strong he had felt when she had leaned against him or held his hand as she came at the restaurant. Her dad had always been there when she was a child but they had never been close and Liz was pleasantly surprised by the discoveries she was making about the man she called her father.

The morning dawned bright and dry and Liz rose refreshed, pulling on a robe she went out into the sitting area to find her father eating breakfast, looking out over the harbour.

"Morning lovely girl," he greeted her, "Sleep well?"

"Eventually." She told him, taking the lids off the dishes on the room service trolley to pick her breakfast. After he asked she told him how much she had enjoyed the business meeting.

"Enjoyed?" Her dad asked.

"Yeah," Liz told him, pouring herself coffee, and reaching for some toast. "I can see why you do it now."

"And why is that?" Mike asked over his coffee cup.

"You get a buzz from it!" She told him, "That whole head of the family thing plus going up against players like Mr Li. It's really very cool father, very cool."

"Well, you got me." Mike laughed, "Nailed me dead to rights. When I first started this it used to scare me shitless, but I guess I kind of got into it. Yes I do enjoy it, and the rewards are worth it."

"Can I ask you something?" Liz asked over the top of her coffee cup. Mike nodded.

"Would we have gone to Mrs Wu's if mummy had been here?"

Mike paused, wondering what had prompted the question. "Quite possibly. Your mum's presence might have changed the options available, but substantially, it wouldn't have made that much difference." Surprised by his answer Liz wondered again what sort of things her parents got up to. No! That really was way too much to think about this early in the morning. She switched the conversation.

"Talking of rewards, did my daddy say he was talking his 'blessing' shopping? What's the plan?"

"Well first thing I'm going to get measured for a couple of suits, round here they can zip up a good suit, like that," Mike snapped his fingers. "If we get measured today, we can pick them up on the way to the airport the day after tomorrow."

Liz was impressed. "And then what?"

"We're going to hit Causeway Bay."

The trip to Billy Lo's the suit maker's was another education for Liz. The car supplied by the hotel was theirs for the day and it delivered them to the tailor's shop. It was like no tailor's in England, part factory and part VIP lounge. Mike was treated like visiting royalty, Billy Lo himself -- an elderly Chinese man with white hair and a stunning pair of eyebrows, came from the back of the shop to greet him by name. The two talked for a few minutes like old friends, before Mike introduced Liz to Billy.

"So very pleased to meet you Miss Bailey," Billy spoke English with a very faint accent and his manner was gentle, but he regarded Liz levelly for a few moments. Suddenly he rattled out a sharp set of orders and Billy's horde of minion helpers flew everywhere, bringing chairs for the customers and tea and fans in the sticky heat of the morning.

There were already customers in the shop when they arrived but Billy started one of his minions measuring Mike, checking details against entries in a large book. There was much nodding, and approving hums as it turned out Mike was exactly the same size as he had been the last time he came to Billy's.

Next came the bolts of cloth, a minion would appear unroll a length of cloth, Mike would feel it and either set it on one side or despatch it back into the shop. He had selected three bolts before a new one appeared -- a shiny dark silver-grey silk. There was a pause in the proceedings and Mike indicated that the minion should bring the cloth over to Liz. She looked at it, and looked at her father. She realised what he was suggesting. The idea of a silk business suit was appealing, "But only if I can have one in that wool there." She pointed at one of the bolts of cloth next to Mike.

Mike smiled and nodded to Billy. Immediately Liz was whisked away into the depths of the shop where two more of the crowd of minions measured her and entered her details into the large book. When they brought her back to the front area of the shop her father and Billy Lo were drinking tea again.

"I can't believe I just did that," she laughed.

"I ordered you two of the wool suits, everyone should have a good business suit."

"Well now I need some silk shirts to match them." Liz told him, and the shop exploded again.

From somewhere Liz was never quite sure where, more people appeared bearing shirts and underwear, both male and female for Mike's and Liz's perusal. The feeling of being visiting royalty was enhanced by Billy Lo standing at Liz's shoulder nodding or shaking his head with each presentation. The man had an un-erring eye for what suited Liz and a lovely sense of style.

Liz leaned over to her father and whispered to him, "This must be costing you a fortune."

"I tried to do this for your mother once and it fell completely flat. Let your poor old father dote on his lovely daughter."

"I get the feeling I'm trapped in that old film mum loves, that one with Richard Gere," Liz laughed.

Mike looked at Billy Lo, who asked him, with a straight face, "Just how obscene an amount of cash are we talking about here? Profane or really offensive, sir?"

Equally straight-faced Mike replied, "Really offensive."

Billy looked at Liz, and grinned, "I like him so much." It was beautifully comic. There it was again, Liz thought, her father was making jokes and laughing with people with humour that was common to them both. It was, she decided a good skill to cultivate.




Inheritance Ch. 08



Billy was still laughing, "Do you get that a lot?" Liz asked him.

Billy Lo nodded "So many times but not as good as that", he said pointing at her dad, "Your father gets it just right. Would you like to look at shoes Miss Bailey?"

A collection of bundles were put in the boot of the car and Mike and Liz would have a fitting the next day at their hotel, ready to pick up the suits on the way to the airport. After that the driver whisked them away to the chaos of the Causeway Bay shopping district.

That afternoon Liz was exposed to shopping as she had never known it before. Many of the shop names were familiar from the British high street, but they were outnumbered by an eye battering array of other shops. Liz set about them with a will and her father stuck with her in this endeavour. It was, she realized something she could get used to, shop like visiting royalty, have her father pay for it, have the purchases picked up by the driver or forwarded to their hotel suite. Anything they did not take home in their luggage would be sent home to England by the hotel.

By early evening -- having spent what Liz thought must be an unholy amount - including some things she had insisted her father REALLY, REALLY needed -- they sat in the car as it slid through the insanity of the traffic.

"Are you dead set on going out for supper tonight dad?" She asked.

"Not necessarily -- what were you thinking?" Mike asked.

"I was thinking we could eat in the hotel or even see what room service have to offer. Why are you laughing?"

Her father paused in his amusement, "The same thing happened on my first date in London with your mum."

After she had gone to bed that night Liz stripped to just a pair of knickers. The bedroom was air-conditioned but Liz found the atmosphere close and it felt good to be naked. After an hour or so though she still couldn't sleep and went from the room to get some ice for a glass of water.

As she entered the shared lounge Liz realised that her dad was sat watching the lightning as another storm tore the Hong Kong sky apart. He had turned the couch round so it faced the window, and moved a foot stool so he could face the view, with his feet up, it appeared he had not heard her. Wearing just his pyjama bottoms and with a bottle of cold beer in his hand Mike was watching the dazzling rip and jag of the stormy sky.

Liz looked at him, trying to understand how the man in front of her fitted in with the powerful, rich man she was travelling with and the man she called daddy.

Mike must have realised she was there. "Do you want a beer?" He asked, "There's some good ones in the fridge."

Liz took one and went and sat by him. Naked as she was she should have been self-conscious but wasn't. Having a pool at her mother and father's house meant that Liz and her family were used to seeing each other wearing very little, though she had not gone topless at home since she was a small girl.

"You know awesome is a very over-used word_" he said, as another lightning bolt ripped the sky apart.

"But it is, isn't it?" Liz finished for him.

Her father looked at her and smiled. "How are you enjoying it so far?"

"Oh God, dad! It's been incredible. This. The meetings, shopping, Billie Lo's. Such a rush!"

"Have you forgiven me for Mrs Wu's?"

Liz leaned forwards and kissed her dad's cheek, leaning against him afterwards, "Of course I have, it just came as a bit of shock -- that's all. You didn't really take gan-gan Elizabeth there, did you?" She asked.

"No." Mike told her as she drank from her beer bottle, "She took your gran and me. She'd been there with great-grandfather John."

Liz spat beer out in surprise, "Seriously?"

"Yep!" Mike said with a smile, but Liz realised from his body language that that was all he was going to say.

Mike's arm covered her shoulder in a normal, fatherly way, and while he seemed to be ignoring her nakedness, as he did Liz realized there was a tension in herself. Where her shoulder touched her father's bare skin she could feel an electric tingle. She leaned back against his arm -- his strong, muscular arm, and suddenly the tingle was there too across her back.

For a few minutes Liz watched the lightning absorbed in the sensations she was feeling. Fuck, she thought to herself, she was getting aroused by her dad! Images raced through her mind - of Mike pumping his cock in and out of the Chinese girl's mouth, the image of Mike holding her own hand as she came, of her father calmly fucking his Chinese concubine for the evening as she was tongue lashed next to him. That her father could be such a sexual person had never occurred to her. But he was, and while Liz herself was often an aggressive lover, her father's assurance and quiet strength were something she found extremely attractive. Liz realised that it wasn't the coolness of the air-conditioning that was making her nipples stand out. Yet at the same as being excited by her feelings Liz was baffled.

Mike Bailey had been the head of her family all of her life. He was the centre -- not demanding, not domineering -- just being there running things. He was the ultimate authority, if Mike ever said 'No' that was it, no one in the household argued. He was often strict, but just as often loving, and for all of Liz's life that had been the word that described her family - loving. There had never been any suggestion of any impropriety, no wandering, no division. So how would her father react if she did put a move on him, would he respond?

Without a word Liz moved her father's left hand from her shoulder to her bare breast. Mike didn't say anything either but he did look at her, as he gently squeezed it, brushing his fingers across her taut hard nipple. Liz reached out with her left hand and touched his abdomen, laying her cool hand on his skin.

Liz turned her head and kissed her father's shoulder in a slow open-mouthed kiss. There was a quite audible popping sound as she finished the kiss. Expectantly Liz looked up at her father only to find he was still watching the storm. This time Liz deliberately sought Mike's nipple as she kissed and suckled at it, before looking at him again.

Mike looked down at his daughter, "Are you sure?" he asked. "Really sure?"

Liz nodded, and felt a thrill of excitement surge through her. As she kissed his bare skin again, Mike massaged her breast, this time with a firmer touch. Despite her nodded assurance, Liz was feeling a huge conflict inside herself, in one part of her mind she was an awkward teen and in another she was Liz Bailey now, today. In another part she wanted to throw her leg over her father and roughly fuck him with the lightning filled sky behind her, but she also wanted her father to take her firmly but gently. Liz wanted to be top, but, she realised, it would be more Mike's style to own her, if she let him that she was sure. She would not be owned like a cheap harlot, she knew her dad well enough to know he would never treat any woman like that, but he would own her. It was up to her to decide if she wanted him to let him.

Thoughts of family had gone temporarily, her mother forgotten -- as the light from the lightning arcs flickered across their couch there was only the here and now. Liz's father drew her to him, brought her up on his chest and wrapped his arms round her.

His hand slid down her back and he pushed his fingers inside the waistband of her knickers, his strong hand massaging her arse, first one cheek then another, while other hand held her face, her chin positioned in the palm of his hand and they kissed. Liz was amazed at just how good a kisser her dad was. He would kiss gently, lovingly, then vary it with hungry, ravenous kisses. He would take tender little pecks and stuttering butterfly kisses before he would bite and maul at her mouth as if he actually wanted to consume her. And all the time he lay quite still, apart from his strong hands caressing and stroking her firm bottom, while Liz sprawled across his body.

By now her knickers were falling down her thighs, Mike lowered her back to the couch and stood up, a noticeable bulge in his pyjama bottoms. He offered his hand to his daughter and she took it as he led her towards his bedroom and the waiting bed. Liz's knickers fell to the floor by the couch and the forgotten beer bottles.

In her dad's room, also lit by the storm, Liz took a deep breath as she started to undress her father. She knelt and untied the waist of his pyjama bottoms, the silk hissed as it slid downwards and Mike's cock appeared. Not massive, it was a good size and thick, but before she could lean forwards to it Mike had reached down and lifted her to her feet. Liz knew then that - as she had suspected -- her father would take the lead, set the pace and decide the direction that things would go in. She knew she would be safe, already she had a feel for her father as a lover, strong, not inexperienced much to her surprise, not at all vanilla, he would see her satisfied before he finished. This put him in front of most of her recent male lovers.

Idly Liz wondered if this had been planned, as a seduction, first the trip itself, Mrs Wu's, the amount he had spent on her out shopping - now this. But she realised that her father had made no overt moves of his own, had inaugurated nothing to justify her thoughts.

Standing about the same height the daughter and her father kissed, hands roaming all over each other's bodies. Liz's thoughts ambled onwards -- she had no qualms about shagging her father and the firmness of the erection pressed against her belly was a clear sign that Mike felt the same way about his daughter. It was strange, she turned the idea over in her mind as they continued to kiss, here was her father the head of the company, scion of the family, master of the house kissing with her like new young lovers.

Liz drew Mike backwards, bringing him towards to the bed -- her father resisted slightly at first before allowing himself to be brought to the crisp white linen. Mike regarded his daughter in the light of one brilliantly white flash of lightning, she really was a stunning figure of a woman, before lowering his head to suckle at the breasts that had been so inviting in the first place. It would have been natural for him, he realised, to want to lead, to take control, to love his daughter the best way he knew. But equally true to himself Mike wanted to know something else as well, he wanted to know how it would be if Liz took the lead.

Suddenly Liz raised her hand and lifted her father's head off her breast. "What are we doing?"

"I thought you were sure. I asked if you were certain." Mike told her.

"I was, er I am." Liz stammered.

"So?" her father asked.

"I want you." She whispered to him, "And I don't understand it. You're my father, I love you, but I want you too."

"Is that impossible?"

Liz could see his face in the light from the window, but Mike gave no sign of what he was thinking. "It's not normal, it's taboo..."

"But you still want to do it?" He asked her.

Liz nodded, "Yes," she whispered.

"So?" That question again. Lightning flashed. His hand caressed her breast again, his thumb pressed against her nipple, coaxing it back to fullness.

Liz's eyes closed with the feeling, "Ooooooohhhh yes!" She moaned.

"We're each of us many different people Liz, and they're all inside us just waiting for a chance to emerge, sometimes they're people no one else ever sees." Mike told her speaking quietly in her ear. "The secret is to choose the person for the moment."

Mike's mouth moved down Liz's throat, finding the hollow of her neck where it met her shoulder, all the time stroking her nipple with his thumb. Suddenly Liz's passion flared and she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his hips. Her long elegant fingers stretched wide as she pushed his shoulders down to the mattress, and she could feel his hardness nestling against her. Quickly she wriggled herself back onto that hardness, feeling its length up inside of her. Settled and wanting to enjoy this, Liz pressed Mike down to the mattress. She was being naughty, deliciously naughty, sinful in a way she had never ever thought to explore. She was exploring and blasting past taboos, Elizabeth Jane Bailey was going to rock her old man's world in a way he had never known.

Liz settled herself down on her father's erection -- on her daddy's cock she told herself. Squeezing herself onto it, milking his cock as she rocked slowly back and to on the hardness, the hardness that belonged to her father.

"Oh daddy!" Her moan was drawn out and originated down in her abdomen. Mike raised his hands and squeezed and kneaded her breasts, bringing them together he raised his head and licked and sucked on them. Liz moaned at the touch of his lips, her breasts were always supersensitive when aroused. And Mike tackled them enthusiastically -- sensing Liz's response. She writhed as she lowered herself down, grinding her pelvis slowly into his, feeling -- and loving that feeling -- his cock penetrate her fully.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, so good!" She squealed, "Ooooh, fuck me deeper daddy!" Again and again Liz sank down and ground her hips around the base of her father's hard prick. Mike's hips responded almost instinctively, lifting to meet Liz's downwards thrusts. Liz was enjoying this, her father was a good partner, but she was ready to go to the next level.

Liz's movements became more energetic, as she rose and fell, Mike slid his hands down to her hips, to steady her. He watched her unrestrained breasts bounce. His daughter had a wild, ecstatic grin on her lovely face, which made him smile too as he slammed upwards to meet her.

Soon Liz could feel her orgasm building and she varied her movements as she sought to grind it out of their union, pushing up and down and rotating her hips on the down stroke. Mike knew her climax was close and continued his vigorous thrusts, making Liz work to gain her reward. When it hit her, the sensation was so strong Liz had to stop her movements and let it take over. Falling forwards she managed to get her hands onto Mike's chest, as her head fell forwards -- hair framing her face, as she started to shudder and the orgasm ripped through her. Starting in her pelvis and spreading up through her torso and shaking her like rag.

"Oh fuck yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, yeah!" Liz's muttered litany punctuated her cum, as with each tremor of her orgasm she rocked back and to.

Mike eased his movement to let Liz recover herself, backing off the energy of his thrusts but not letting his daughter off the hook just yet. Liz for her part recovered quickly though she felt several after-shocks as she sat herself up right again.

"Shit dad, if I had known you could fuck like this -- I would have done this earlier. Shit!" She exclaimed as another cum shook her.

Mike laughed, urging his daughter to one side so they lay facing each other on the bed. Liz's leg lay on top of his hip now and he stroked her smooth thigh as he continued to fuck her -- much more gently now. "It must have been the storm," he told her. "Remember how excited you used to get when you were a child?"

Liz laughed with him before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, trailing her hands across the skin of his chest, caressing his abdomen. Recovered from her own orgasm Liz stretched her legs, circling Mike's waist with them, pulling him deeper. Mike too had recovered past his 'crisis' and was ready to do more.

Kissing his daughter back with equal ardour he rolled Liz onto her back and lifted her hips, dragging a pillow to place it underneath them. With Liz comfortable he lifted both of her ankles and used the better access to drive deep into his daughter's slick, wet pussy.

"OH! Shit! Yesssss!" Liz hissed as Mike pushed into her. He paused, pressing himself against her bare pubis, feeling her pussy contract around him. Liz was milking him with her inner muscles, squeezing him, and massaging his cock. Mike turned his head and kissed his daughter's calf. Gently he kissed her flesh, lovingly, each kiss an affirmation of his love and his passion.

Quietly he moaned as he kissed her, Liz felt the vibrations of his moan buzz through his lips and into her flesh. It was as if the moan travelled through her, as without warning Liz echoed her father's sound as and a low throaty moan burst from her lips.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Liz rolled her head back, loving the feeling of her father's lips. She flexed her legs, taking them out of her father's hands, before wrapping them around him again. With one leg over the other she locked them together at the ankle and pulled Mike in tight, holding him in place. Constricted as he was, her father responded by making smaller motions, working his hips not just back and to but adding in other motions to stimulate his little girl.

Despite Liz's legs clamping his hips hard to hers Mike was working hard at fucking his daughter, and soon he felt his orgasm building. Lowering his head he nibbled at Liz's nipples, seeing her writhe with pleasure, and slowly, perfectly aware of what he was doing her father stopped moving his hips. His finger slipped between them finding Liz's clitoris. Liz -- at first baffled by Mike's cessation of movement, welcomed the probing finger. She flexed her hips, maintaining her grip around Mike, allowing his fingers to find her slick, slippery pussy lips, and inevitably her erect and supersensitive clit.

It did not take Mike long to achieve what he wanted and soon he was hunched over Liz who had fallen backwards onto the bed, unclasping her legs, her hands grasping for and tangling in the sheets as her father played her like an instrument. A touch more pressure and Liz was jolted by the short sharp body wracking shock of a cum. This went on for some moments before using his fingers to slide in and out of Liz's pussy Mike ended her wonderful agonies with a delicious orgasm that much gentler than those he had inflicted on her before, but it was also much stronger, so strong in fact that for a while Liz lost track of things.

Liz came to, wrapped in her father's arms. She lay quietly for a second, eyes open, noting the storm still flashing across the sky. Her father's left arm lay under her cheek pillowing her head. His right hand rested on her hip and Li's body rested against him, both of them partially covered by a sheet.

"How long was I out?" Liz asked not knowing whether Mike was awake or not.

The answer was immediate, answering that question, "Only a few moments. That last one hit you pretty hard."

Liz grunted, Mike looked over her shoulder at her, "What?"

"I was going to rock your world," she told him, "And instead you rocked mine. Seriously daddy, if I had known ... Oh My God! You're still hard!"

Liz's hand found Mike cock, still hard, still sticky from her juices, "You didn't come yet?"

Without waiting Liz wriggled round and slid down the bed, not letting go of Mike. He rolled onto his back, and let Liz position herself sprawled across his thighs pressing her daddy's cock to her lips and licking it up and down. Liz marvelled to herself at her old man' stamina as Mike lifted himself up on his elbows to watch.

If such a conversation had ever taken place Liz would have said of herself that all things considered she loved a nice cock. Women, she'd have told you, are wonderful -- soft, warm, delicious and incredibly sexy. Liz loved women and delighted in each one she made love to. To her a woman as a lover is a banquet to the senses and everything a sensual woman could want. But then, she would say, who can live solely on banquets. Cock -- hard cock, long cock, softening cock, chubby cock, lean throbbing cock, pounding cock, slippery sliding cock, slick cock, penetrating cock and best of all spurting cock -- was what it was about. Her father's cock, the cock that had helped make her, fitted her hand beautifully as she washed it with her tongue, wanking it gently at first.




Inheritance Ch. 08



"You have such a lovely dick, daddy," she cooed between licks, "Such a nice one. I'm going to love it, and squeeze it, lick it and suck it and gobble it until I get all that lovely cum to spray all over your little girl's face."

Liz looked at her father with her best sex kitten face. Mike laughed, Liz laughed with him, they both knew it wasn't her, but that was okay. They both appreciated a lover who could make them laugh as well as scream in passion. And Liz was enjoying her father as a lover. His maturity wasn't an issue - the hard cock in her mouth was proof of that - but his consideration, his skill all combined to make him a superb lover.

Soon her mouth and her hand working on Mike's cock were starting to have results, his hips began to lift and he placed his hands on Liz's head, holding her in place as he started to fuck her mouth. Liz felt the pressure of his hands but it felt right, the pressure was not oppressive but it did let her know who was in control as Mike's orgasm came nearer.

"On my face daddy, on my face." Liz gasped as her head bobbed up and down, her hand twisting and caressing her father.

"Here it comes beautiful girl!" Mike grunted.

And come he did, gooey cum splashed all over Liz's waiting face, as, mouth open, she waited for the hot cum. Mike came, his left hand holding Liz's head in place as he himself urged his cum out.

"Mmmmmmmm! Fuck! Thank you daddy!" Liz said as his orgasm started to subside.

"Oh!" Liz squealed as Mike leaned forwards and started to lick the cum from her face, depositing it into her mouth with his tongue. "FUCK! That is so hot!"

Soon Mike had cleaned her face and she returned the compliment by cleaning his face of any stray semen. Finally she fell back onto the bed.

Mike lay down next to her, drawing the sheet over them. Liz looked at him. "Fuck me that was something else!"

"Did you enjoy that?" Mike asked, hugging her to him.

"You are something else." His daughter told him, Mike smiled gently, "Seriously dad, that really was awesome." Without warning she yawned.

Mike leaned forwards and kissed Liz, "Try and sleep we've got a busy day tomorrow."

Liz rolled to her side snuggling her bum back into the curve of Mike's body. Through the windows the lightning storm was easing off, the flashes decreasing in frequency, and Liz had a little time to regret that they could not hear the thunder through the double glazed windows before the long day and exertions of the evening caused her to slide into sleep.

At one point in the small hours Liz woke, her father was asleep next to her. The storm had gone but in the light from the windows she watched Mike sleep. He was very still, his breathing rhythmic, the sheet just covered him, leaving his stomach and torso exposed. Liz marvelled that this was her father sleeping next to her. It was as if another person had suddenly started to inhabit her father's body. He had so many of her father's behaviours and values, the calmness, the consideration, his humour and his strength. But this stranger was strong too, passionate and sexually skilled -- so many things she had never imagined her 'old man' was capable of. Her father wasn't a crazy 'wild' lover, but that wasn't always what was wanted. No, someone who could satisfy a girl, that was what was you needed, and her father? Fuck, could her dad satisfy a woman?

Her hand started to caress his chest, sliding down towards the edge of the sheet. Daddy's cock lay on his thigh. Liz took in her hand and started to stroke it, feeling it stiffen under her touch. She took it in her hand enjoying the feeling of its soft skin and the rapidly hardening shaft. To encourage it to stiffen further Liz stroked Mike cock in the cruck of her finger and thumb, wrapping her fingers around it and slowly, firmly drawing the flesh up and down.

Mike stirred groaning softly as he became aware of her attention. "Mmmmm that is so good lovely girl."

Liz knew where this was going next so she swopped around on the bed and stretched out next to her father and resting her upper torso on his thighs. Lowering her head she drew Mike's cock towards her mouth. This time Liz was less intent on making her father cum, instead she was going to make this a blowjob to remember. She licked the shaft slowly, her long, skilful, educated tongue laving Mike's flesh from the base to the tip and back. While she worked and her father's hips responded, lifting up and down in response, Liz took a moment to look at his cock.

 It was a very nice cock, firm, well-shaped, a good size and girth. It fitted her hand nicely and she already knew from experience that it fitted her well, without being uncomfortable or disappointing. Liz stopped suckling it for a moment, and used her hand to slide Mike's foreskin back and to a couple of times, but the urgent motion of her father's hips suggested it was time to get back to what she had started.

This time Liz pressed the head of Mike's cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Opening her throat she felt the head slip past the back of her tongue. She had done this before -- several times, more often than not when playing with her friends and a large dildo, now the daddy cock (as she thought of it) was just the right size and she felt it fill the top of her throat.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Oh! Fuck! Yes!" Mike bucked at the feelings, his back and head coming up off the bed as Liz swallowed his cock. Liz drew her head back, letting the hard cock slide forwards across her tongue and through the gentle friction of her lips. Pausing momentarily Liz pounced and gobbled Mike's cock noisily, wetly worshipping it with her mouth and fondling his balls gently with her fingers.

Suddenly Liz felt Mike's hand on her arse, sliding across the soft skin and down between the rounded globes of her bum. Mike slid his fingers across her anus and down to her full, wet lips. His strong fingers slipped inside.

"OOOMMMPH!" Liz squealed around her father's flesh as Mike's fingers entered her. But Mike's other hand, gently resting on her head kept her at work. As she sucked and licked at his cock, Mike started to finger fuck his daughter. The pressure from her father's hand on her head lifted, but the message was clear -- carry on doing that -- so she did. And she licked and sucked, and gobbled and suckled and slurped. She licked up and down and around, swirling her tongue around the head of daddy's cock and dipping her tongue into the slit of his urethra.

Liz knew she was doing a good job from the motion of her father's hips and legs under her, and Mike's educated fingers slid in and out twisting and twining in and out and in and out. Liz drew his cock from her mouth and gasped as a sharp orgasm shook her, she groaned softly as she bent to Mike's cock again, and still his fingers touched and teased her.

Having found that 'sweet spot' Mike kept working it and Liz was treated to cum after cum after cum, each one sharp and separate, not massive orgasms but they shook her, making her pause in her attention to his cock. After several minutes of this, despite her attempts to make him stop, Liz had lost count of the number of times Mike had made her cum. Satisfied with this he allowed her to finish him off.

As she sucked his cum down, swallowing her father's seed Liz realised that, as she thought he would, Mike was the one who controlled this relationship. Licking the daddy cock clean, she was surprised to find that she was okay with this, it was very much his nature to be in control -- she realised that, understood it. And it wasn't like he abused his position, far from it, her father had owned her, and in that ownership he had made her feel very good. Wrapped in her father's arms, her bum pressed back into him Liz slept again.

Sometime in the early hours Liz woke and lay half-asleep going through the events of the last twelve hours in her head. Recalling her what she and Mike had done, her fingers strayed to her pussy and soon she was jilling herself, enjoying the feel of her fingers against her clitoris. But she had not been doing so for very long before her father's hands replaced hers. Soon he took his hands away and Liz found herself lying back as Mike took her. Whereas earlier they had made love, this time it was a fuck, and Mike fucked her hard. Once again he made sure that Liz had come - and she came hard, again - before he finished but having done so he continued fucking his daughter before cumming hard deep inside her.

Filled with her father's seed, having had several intense orgasms Liz Bailey slept again.

The next morning Liz felt well and truly fucked. She lay in her father's bed, naked, sprawled on top of the sheets. She would never have believed her 'old man' -- she had gotten a mental image of him being old at fifty. Oh yes, she told herself, she was going to have to park that idea, Mike was not 'old', he had proved that.

Liz remembered they were coming to do fittings for the suits they had bought, so she quickly showered and donned a pair of shorts and a singlet.

Mike was already seated eating breakfast in front of the windows where they had watched the storm the night before. Liz was taken aback for a second -- as she approached her father, full of love from the night before, and eager to just touch him again, it did not look as if he felt the same. Mike was dressed casually -- for the fitting -- but he looked as if the night before had not happened. Certainly not like he had been up most of the night fucking his daughter.

However he rose from his seat and reached out to greet her, and as soon as she felt his arms around her and she pressed herself against him, she knew. She knew that he loved her, and that the passion of the night before was still there. She could feel it as his arms wrapped her, and how he pressed her to him, and the swelling that pressed against her belly. Her father had always loved her - that she had known - but she recognised the sexuality and sensuality of his embrace. However Liz Bailey was not unintelligent, she knew her father was not going to suddenly turn into a blushing lover, he was a successful business man, and she recognised that he was compartmentalising the things which were happening. The tailors were due to visit soon and not long after that he would be concluding a multi-million pound business deal. This was his game face, though she could not help wanting to kiss it.

Which she did.

And which Mike responded to.

Liz realised they couldn't do this now, and at the same time as her father she broke the clinch. "Later," Mike told her.

"I know," she smiled back, "Game time!"

"That's my girl!"

"Daddy?"

"Yes Liz?"

"Last night was wonderful, I'm a little sore." And unbidden a picture of her mother entered her mind.

"What is it?" Her father asked immediately seeing Liz's face change.

"Mum." She said simply.

Mike took Liz's hands in his and brought them together in front of her. "Liz -- do you trust me?"

Liz nodded. "Of course."

"Then trust me if I say don't worry about your mother."

Liz was just wondering what he meant by this when the phone rang and the concierge announced the arrival of Billy Lo and his minions.

The next hour was a whirlwind of fitting, changing suits, more fitting and a hurried breakfast snatched between measuring tapes, tailor's chalk and pins. Billy placed himself in the middle of the suite and directed the actions of his assistants. There was something of the wizard in his action as he quietly guided the measuring and trimming -- though Liz was impressed how little there was of either, mainly it was a case of adjusting the final fit. Billy's sharp eyes saw everything, and at the end he nodded as if to say 'done'. More than all of the shopping they had done the day before Liz felt that this was a deliciously indulgent way to buy clothes. Having the tailors come to their hotel suite really did make her feel like visiting royalty.

When the tailors had finished Billy assured Mike that the suits would all be ready tomorrow in plenty of time before Mike and Liz left for the airport. And Liz was quite happy to believe they would be, then almost as quickly as they had arrived the tailors were gone.

Still excited from the tailor's visit Liz grabbed some juice before heading to the shower, her last conversation with her father before Billy's arrival temporarily forgotten.

The meeting with the Chinese business man Mr Li and his company was very formal, more formal than Liz had expected, however she was discovering this about Hong Kong. For all the technology -- and there was a lot of tech about, from talking, self-cleaning toilets in the hotels to 3-D projection screens advertising in the streets, even mini ones in the car that had brought them from the airport -- Hong Kong clung to certain 'old worlde' values. And this meeting was no exception. The heavily wood panelled, air conditioned meeting room was dominated by a table the size of a Kowloon Harbour barge. Eighteen seats in a deep red leather surrounded it (though only eight of them were currently filled).

All of the men and women already seated wore business dress. Liz had packed -- on her mother's suggestion a dark stone coloured linen suit, with flat sandals, she wore a very dark green silk shirt underneath it, accessorising it with a set of her mother's pearls and some of the gold jewellery she had inherited from her great-grandmother.

Her father also wore silk this time, a dark grey silk business suit -- from one of his previous trips to Billy Lo's, like the one's he had ordered the day before this was very much a traditional western cut, worn with a white silk shirt and dark blue JE Group tie -- the tie had the group monogram -- the letters J and E intertwined, done in gold thread.

As they sat down next to Tony Feeney, an assistant handed them a small over-ear headset (for translation). Two more assistants (Liz decided they were too well-dressed and all-together too focussed to be minions) brought in large flat screen tvs.

The introductions were made -- and this was made a lot easier by each delegate's name appearing in English and traditional Chinese script in an acrylic block in front of them. Liz made a note on her tablet to copy hers down -- it did look very cool. Just then one of the assistants came round with a small gift - of the type that is traditionally exchanged at functions like this - for them. A short demonstration showed them that what appeared to be a pen, when pointed at one of the acrylic blocks would take the information, and when pointed at the user's tablet write the delegate's name -- in both forms, their email addresses, social media connections and add a profile picture.

"I hope we got them something as cool as this!" Liz whispered to her father.

Tony signalled one of his assistants who brought in small boxes for the delegates which contained the delegate's name in Chinese pictograms in gold.

Next a second assistant wheeled in a small machine. Taking a small coil of gold wire she pressed several keys and Mr Li's name started to appear on the 3D printer. "Normally we would have to use a gold powder and layer it up, and then melt it -- the term is sinter it -- with a high temperature laser. This is a lot simpler and uses a coil of wire in any grade you want twelve, sixteen carat or twenty-four." Mike told her. "It won't ever take the place of a good jeweller but it's pretty cool eh?"

Liz had to agree, as did Mr Li and all of the Chinese delegates.

There was much beaming and clapping all around the table. But then that was it, for the next two hours all the smiling was just cover, it was down to hard bargaining. Liz was following it through the translation on her headset -- which was almost simultaneous, and she realised that really -- when it all came down to brass tacks -- what was going on was haggling. Okay, she thought, the language wasn't quite as colourful as some she had seen, at no point did anyone say "You're 'aving a giraffe! Bung me a monkey and we're square!" but she sensed they wanted to (transl. "You are having a laugh! Give me £500 and we can make a deal"). The Chinese seemed to want a huge reduction in the price -- playing for a reduction in the penalty clauses attached to the contract. But no one from the group was moving on that. There was room for movement around the number of individual user licenses, but the penalties were solid. Tony Feeney did most of the work, but occasionally he would look at Mike as if for guidance. That was when Liz realised how much Mike was controlling what was going on.

She switched from watching the main action, listening to the Chinese arguments with half an ear, following it in the background. Instead she watched her father, seeing him at work. He was, she saw, very calm, very still, as he watched and listened. Occasionally he would look something up on his tablet, and sometimes he would send an instant message, Liz thought they'd be aimed at Tony, and when she saw Tony look down and clear something off his tablet she knew that was how they were doing it. The actual looks between the men were unnecessary, Tony had his instructions by tablet. Liz wasn't in the loop for these messages -- her dad had explained that he wasn't keen on a general connection to prevent eaves dropping but somehow he and Tony were staying in touch. Once again Liz realised there was so much she could learn from her 'old man'.

Lunch was a buffet with a strong Chinese element, Mr Li immediately made his way over to see Liz, "Miss Bailey, so nice to see you again, has your visit to Hong Kong been everything you hoped for?"

Once again Liz was struck by Mr Li's voice, deep and melodious. She smiled warmly, "Yes it has, thank you - everything and more."

"You are enjoying it?" he asked.

"Immensely. How could I not? There's so much to see, and Hong Kong is so vital. And the shopping..."

Mr Li smiled, "Your father is truly blessed to have a daughter such as you."

Liz waved his compliment away, "I'm just my father's little girl."

"I am afraid you're altogether too modest Miss Bailey. If you ever want a job..."

 "Are you trying to tempt me away from my father, Mr Li?"

"If you like." The big man smiled shyly, "Miss Bailey -- the issue is this, for many years here in China we have placed far too much emphasis on boy children. It is true that many more young ladies are coming up through our education system, but where boys have learned business through being involved, we need a way for our young ladies to experience the same sort of thing.

 "May I speak frankly Miss Bailey?" Liz nodded and Mr Li went on. "I have two daughters of my own. They are good girls, still in school. China has changed much in the last 30 years -- since Dong Xiao Ping we have had many more chances dealing with foreign companies, but I worry that there will not be the chances for them that you have enjoyed."

"I am in a special situation-- my father owns the company, but the situation can't be that bad, Mr Li?"

"Perhaps not that bad," Mr Li nodded. "But I am sure someone like you -- or your father - could teach them so much."

"I'm sorry Mr Li, I have a feeling I'm going to be busy for few years yet. But I'll keep your offer in mind."

He offered Liz his hand which she shook, and they bowed as he said, "If you ever change your mind, Miss Bailey, please call me."

Mr Li had no sooner disappeared back into the busy room than Liz's father appeared at her side.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

"Mr Li was offering me a job." Liz smiled as her father's eyebrows shot upwards. "Seriously. But I think he said something interesting."

Quickly she explained the conversation, and impressively her father picked up her line of thought. After a moment he waved Tony Feeney over to join them. It took Mike seconds to explain his thoughts.