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The Inheritance

By: rkm10



The whispers persisted; sometimes Isabel could barely form her own thoughts through the incessant chatter. They started about a week after she had moved in. The lease on her previous house had expired and finding another property, at a price she could afford, was proving difficult. That is, until the letter arrived. It was from a lawyer informing her that she had inherited a house from a distant cousin, one she had never heard of, all her problems were over, so she had thought.

The first week had been idyllic. Unpacking personal belongings had been a chore, but exploring the old house was exciting, and informative. Interconnecting doors between rooms seemed everywhere, none had just one entrance, as if people wanted to move freely between them. Some had mirrored ceilings above vast four poster beds, somehow out of keeping with the traditional look of the furniture. Strange hooks were buried into walls, obviously something had been tied to them. The whole house seemed modified for some purpose. None of the rooms lent themselves to any form of privacy. Perhaps Isabel was just tired, but the obvious explanation eluded her.

It was her eighth night in the old property and Isabel was exhausted. She decided an evening free from work, and an early night, was called for. The whispers had quietened as if waiting for some event to occur, but Isabel was too tired to notice. Finishing her coffee she moved across the lounge, through the swing doors and into the kitchen. Leaning over the sink, she began to wash the dregs from her cup when she felt the back of her dress being lifted. First an inch, then two, then higher, exposing her bare backside. She stood, frozen, unable to move, a hand caressed her left cheek. Finally shaking off her paralysis she spun around to find the room empty. She noticed that the door to the yard was partly ajar and a late evening breeze was blowing inside. That would account for her dress moving, but not the hand, she thought, had she imagined it?

Abandoning her cup she moved back into the lounge, puzzled by what had occurred, but strangely not frightened. A voice whispered into her ear, the only word she could distinguish, as if deliberately enunciated for her benefit, was 'fuck'. 

She sat down and tried to analyse the strange occurrences that had happened since she arrived. Although not frightening they were certainly erotic. There were no loud bangs or creaking stairs, and definitely no headless apparitions wandering the hallways, just a tingling sensation as she moved from room to room. For some reason, she did not yet know, the feeling was centred at her groin, causing an itch she just had to 'scratch'. Isabel certainly eased the discomfort, several times a day, which again caused her a little concern. She rarely masturbated at her previous house, but here she could barely stop herself from thrusting her hand down into her jeans and 'bringing herself off'. It was probably a symptom of overtiredness, she thought, a need for some kind of relaxation, or maybe just sleep.

Isabel lay on the bed and reached out for her vibrator from the bedside cabinet, a nightly ritual she had adopted since her arrival, and switching it on played the tip around her nipple, instantly erecting it. 

"Not tonight," she said aloud and switching it off, returned it back onto the table. She dozed, her mind intentionally empty of all thoughts, when she heard the buzzing begin. She looked at the vibrator which was propelling itself across the table and about to fall onto the floor. Reaching out and grabbing it just in time, she unscrewed the base and removed the batteries. Another broken switch, she thought, and making a mental note to replace it the following day, laid it back onto the table and settled down onto the soft mattress.

The buzzing started again and turning her head she saw the vibrator levitate from the table and move towards her. Isabel tried to rise but it was as if she was paralysed by some unseen force, even her vocal cords failed to respond to the scream inside her. She watched, wide eyed, as the vibrator honed in on her left nipple, causing it to erect immediately, in spite of her fear. It moved downward, as if suspended by wires, until it reached her clit. Isabel arched her back as the vibrations brought her close to orgasm, realising that what movement she had was controlled by her unseen assailant. The vibrator continued its movement downward, slipping across the lips of her pussy and up into her sodden cunt. A flush spread across her body as she orgasmed, groaning loudly as the hard plastic drove high up inside her.

The vibrations stopped and Isabel sensed a presence to her left, turning her head she felt the unmistakable smooth texture of a hard penis at her lips. As if compelled to do so, she slowly opened her mouth and the invisible cock slipped inside. It paused for a second then began thrusting in and out of her. She could smell a man's sweat, although she could see that there was no one there. Isabel felt the cock pause its actions before four huge pulses of what felt like cum filled her mouth, disappearing immediately as if absorbed into her body. She knew instinctively that there was nothing in her mouth, only the feeling that something had been there. 

She felt the vibrator being removed from her cunt to be replaced with the obvious feel of a man's cock, a very large cock. It pushed inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. Shaking her head in pain, or ecstasy, she spied a long mirror she had propped against the wall that afternoon before deciding where its final home would be. The mirror reflected her open legs and up into her cunt, the lips of her pussy gripping some unseen intruder.

She could see the pink interior of her vagina, slick with her juices, her pussy pried apart by the invisible prick. She watched, mesmerised, as the walls of her cunt rippled as the cock drove in and out of her. Faster and faster the cock impaled her, she saw her lubrication increasing as she became more aroused. Isabel stared at herself being fucked, seeing deep into her own cunt, watching as it pulsed with the friction of the shaft as it slipped up and down the walls of her vagina.

Isabel orgasmed again as she felt hot cum flooding her insides, but the mirror showed no fluid only the froth of her own juices. She felt the 'cock' going slowly limp and then sliding out, the only evidence of what had occurred being her own slick discharge covering the lips of her pussy.

She awoke the next day unsure as to what had occurred the previous night. Her body was still sticky with her sweat, the vibrator laying beside the bed, the batteries along side it. Isabel picked it up and stared into the empty battery compartment before placing it onto the bedside table.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her mind replaying the previous night's action. The cock in her mouth and in her cunt had certainly felt real enough, but being fucked by a spirit was something she couldn't quite accept. There had to be a more rational explanation for her experiences, although she couldn't think of one. She didn't believe that she had been dreaming, no dream could be that real. Isabel recalled the other strange incidences that had happened since she entered the house; the whisperings and the intense urge to masturbate. What if there was something here? She had never been a sceptic, as far as ghosts were concerned, always believing in something being there, but to find one, or more, that made her feel so 'horny' was disconcerting, but exciting. To have sex without emotional commitment was, she felt, the province of prostitutes, but this wasn't sex in the real sense of the word. This was just sexual pleasure, masturbating with help, could anyone condemn it? She began to look forward to the night, even though she had just risen. What would it bring? Some perversion she hadn't even thought of? Or a hidden fantasy, buried deep in her subconscious to be wakened and enacted.

Isabel stood, already wet with anticipation, and moved to the bathroom. After showering and a light breakfast Isabel wondered into the town for some much needed groceries. The small store was almost empty, but for a few locals, when she entered.

"You the one that's bought the old house outside town?" a voice enquired as Isabel perused the shelves.

She turned to see a stern looking middle aged man standing there.

"I inherited it actually, but, yes it is my house," Isabel answered.

"Well I hope there'll be no goings on like with the last lot we had there."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand, what do you mean," she enquired.

"It's not to be talked about in mixed company," he said, lowering his voice and glancing around furtively, "They had orgies and things, until we drove them out."

"Is that all you did, drive them out?" Isabel accused.

"I'm saying nothing more," the man said rushing from the store.

Isabel understood now what was happening. Although she couldn't decide if the house stored the sexual energy of the previous occupants, or whether something more sinister had happened to them, she knew that she was right not to feel threatened.

She rushed home in eager anticipation and pushing the door open stepped inside the hallway. 

"Hi people, I'm home," she said, removing her clothes as a swirling of air indicated the presence about her of her newfound lovers. 

To be continued?

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The Inheritance



This is a story that refuses to die. The first version was lost in a fire several years ago. The second version was lost at the hands of my ex. They say third time's the charm so here it is! Enjoy!

As always, the characters exist solely within the confines of this story and my imagination. All criticism both pro and con are welcome! I look forward to your comments!

At the time that my life's course was established, I had no idea that it was in my blood to be what I am. I simply thought that I was eighteen and uninhibited and rebellious. As I entered my senior year of high school, I discovered the joys of sex and pursued it with reckless abandon. I had my way with any boy I wanted – knowing I was a very pretty and sexy wildcat.

My name is Heather. With honey colored hair and green eyes and a petite body built for sin – standing four foot, ten inches and weighing 98 pounds naked and dripping wet (some parts wetter than others), and a big bust for such a little bitty thing – I was wearing a 34C bra by the time I hit high school, I attracted plenty of attention amongst the opposite sex and a good bit of attention from my own gender. If they'd allowed it, I'm sure I would have been named class slut in our senior superlatives in the yearbook.

My comprehension of my true nature occurred at a New Year's Eve party at my father's house my senior year. My stepmother, Helen disappeared early on in the evening, no doubt getting banged hard by various friends and associates of my father in some upstairs closet or bedroom. I had been aware of my father and stepmother's open marriage for several years. Daddy pressed me into serving as hostess and I was delighted to do it, interacting with his many guests and reveling at the attention I received in return.

I was wearing a silver sheath dress – strapless and very short – when combined with three inch heels, it made my short, but toned legs appear longer. No straps and low cut emphasized my breasts which threatened to overflow the top. It was my first really "adult" outfit and my panties were soaked from all the lascivious stares I was receiving from Daddy's guests.

It was a large party – well over a hundred people in our respectable, but not quite a mansion, home. Daddy was an engineer with a major computer firm and had grown wealthy with several patents. He was a handsome and rather arrogant man who'd grown a bit frosty in the wake of my mother's death in a car accident when I was seven years old. I loved him, but missed the more relaxed and happy father I remembered from my childhood – or perhaps he'd always been that way and I had just perceived him differently when I was younger – before my entrance into young adulthood had altered our relationship as it usually does between fathers and daughters..

As the New Year was rung in and folks hugged and kissed and the liquor flowed, people began to really get loose. At midnight, I got sandwiched between Daddy's lawyer, Mr. Richter and Daddy's boss, Mr. Kyle and got kissed by both, getting tongue from each as anonymous hands roamed over me, squeezing my tits and ass cheeks. It really got my pussy revved up and I wanted more, but they opted to restrain themselves, both of them retreating with grins and red faces as I stared back with an embarrassed, but pleased grin on my face. As the night wound down, people got a lot friendlier – no open orgy, but in shadowy corners couples were making out and as I passed a closet or two, I could hear pants and moans. It all just made me hornier. I wanted to join – to be a naughty adult along with the rest.

I finally did something about it. The line to the bathroom was pretty long and I spotted Mr. Richter who'd been to our house many times, slipping upstairs to use one of the bathrooms there. I followed him up, noting as I passed by one bedroom, my stepmother sprawled out on a bed atop several coats and wraps, snoring softly, her dress hiked up to her waist and her shaved cunt glistening wetly in the dim light. That aroused me in ways I hadn't really considered before, but I had other prey in mind and didn't stop.

Mr. Richter used the hall entrance to my father's bathroom so I slipped into my parents' bedroom only to rewarded by the sound of pissing accompanied by the long, drawn out sigh of a man who really needed to pee. The bedroom entrance to the bathroom was slightly ajar and I slipped up and peeked inside. Mr. Richter was a rather handsome looking older man – slightly balding with a bit of a pot belly, but who exuded confidence and a certain maturity that I found attractive. He was standing over the toilet, swaying slightly, holding a lovely piece of cock meat in his hand – a steady stream of urine slowly losing strength.

I licked my lips and strolled into the room as if I did it every day, taking his cock in my hand as he finished peeing. "Why, Mr. Richter, please let me take care of this for you," I said in a soft, babyish voice as I shook it off. "After all, you're a guest." Mr. Richter's head snapped around, his eyes widening in shock and then a grin spread across his face.

Slowly and carefully, I squatted down – not an easy task in such a tight dress and I took the head of Mr. Richter's cock in my mouth, tasting piss and sweat and the earthy aroma of a man's crotch. To my delight, I thought I could just taste the flavor of pussy on him as well. A naughty part of me wondered who I might be tasting – he and his wife having divorced several years ago. For some reason, I thought of Danielle, his daughter who was a senior in high school like myself.

I locked my eyes on his as I slowly began to suck, swirling my tongue around his rapidly hardening cock as I began to bob up and down. As nervous as I felt, sucking off the cock of my Daddy's lawyer, I was right in my element. I had discovered that I loved cock and loved to suck cocks...any cocks. I had pleasured a few dozen young guys over the last several months, but had found that I liked older men's cocks more. I confess, I'd already discovered that I was attracted to older men, especially those who take charge.

I slowly slid my lips down over his shaft until his wiry pubes were tickling my nose and then slowly, sucking firmly, I went back up, letting him slip from my lips and then planting a soft kiss on the now dripping head. In a little girl's voice, I said, "I love your cock, Mr. Richter." 

I then took him back into my mouth and continued sucking him as he stared at me and moaned softly, his hand reaching out to stroke my face and then run fingers through my long, straight hair. I took my time sucking him, running my tongue over ever square inch of cock flesh, lapping up his tangy pre-cum as I used every bit of my hard earned knowledge. I let him slip from my lips only once as I looked up and said, "I bet you wish Danielle would do this, don't you, Mr. Richter?" I licked his swollen head like a tasty lollipop and added, "Maybe when you go home tonight, she will."

"Jesus..." Mr. Richter moaned as I took him in my mouth again, sucking hard as I felt his cock swell at my naughty words. I knew I was just seconds for getting his load. I felt him tense up and I readied to get a mouthful of spunk, but then I sensed his attention shift and suddenly I was aware we were being watched. 

Never letting him slip from my mouth, I turned my head slightly to see Daddy standing in the bedroom doorway, his eyes gleaming brightly at the scene of his only daughter, squatting before his best friend, sucking his cock. My heart began to pound wildly and I tensed up for an explosion of outrage even as I felt my cunt quiver with arousal, almost making me cum, pussy juices drenching my panties. I continued to work my mouth up and down Mr. Richter's cock.

"How is she, Jim?" Daddy finally asked, his voice calm, but edged with tension.

Seconds passed before Mr. Richter answered, saying, "She's a born cocksucker, John."

Daddy nodded as if they were calmly discussing the talents of a football player on their alma mater's team or a new employee. "Fine," Daddy finally replied. "Enjoy." Daddy's gaze then clearly fixed on me and he said, "Heather, after the party is over, please join me in the study. We need to discuss a few things." He nodded at us both and then turned and walked away.

I turned and looked up into Mr. Richter's eyes as he grinned down at me, a slightly maniacal look in his eyes. His hands came up and gripped my head and then he was fucking my face, his face growing redder as his grunts of pleasure grew louder and then I felt his cock head swell and then an explosion of semen was occurring in my mouth – his seed salty and sharp and I managed not to choke, sucking hard and doing my best not to waste any sperm.

Finally, Mr. Richter slipped from my lips, he pausing to wipe his cock against my cheeks, allowing me to kiss the slowly deflating member one more time. He grinned at me and said, "Thank you, Heather," and then zipping up, turned and walked away. 

On shaky legs, I pulled myself up to sit on the toilet, spreading my legs as best I could in the short tight dress and palming my cunt, covered by sopping wet panties. My mind reeled as I marveled how turned on I was – knowing my father had observed me going down on one of his best friends and seemed to approve.

I masturbated furiously, not even bothering to move my panties aside – instead pressing fingers into the silky fabric, feeling my warm juices trickling over my fingers as I rubbed, teasing the hard nub that was my aroused clitoris until I was yelping with orgasmic pleasure, my legs twitching uncontrollably as I came hard. I stared at my fingers, covered in my cunt creams and then sucked them clean, enjoying the way their taste mingled with the lingering flavor of Mr. Richter's spunk.

I returned downstairs on unsteady legs, pausing only to peer into the bedroom where my stepmother was laying, now with a man atop her – not anyone I recognized, just a hairy ass moving up and down, busily pumping his cock onto Helen's pussy. I'm not sure if she was conscious although I heard little grunts of pleasure coming from her as he pounded her cunt with his cock.

I reeked of my own juices, the scent filling my nostrils and from the appraising stares I received time and again as I mingled amongst Daddy's guests, I was sure that others could smell me too. Each time I thought of my impending confrontation with Daddy, I could feel a fresh flow of cunt cream slither down my thighs, especially when I caught a glimpse of my father mingling with our guests – sometimes sparing me a glance from across the room. 

With each step, my blood engorged labia slid against each other, creating a delicious friction that kept me on the edge of orgasm as the next couple of hours passed by. My cunt lips felt so swollen and huge, I imagined them growing to immense proportions, bursting the seams of my panties and exposing themselves from under my short skirt. My nipples were hard, pointy bullets against the bodice of my dress – aching and sensitive as the satiny material of the built in cups rubbed against them.

By the time I had said goodbye to the last guest and waded through the detritus of the party, I was so horny I was seeing potential partners in every object I passed. I paused twice, hefting empty champagne bottles in my hands and considering relieving the burning in my cunt, but I knew that Daddy would be waiting.

I made my way to his study and as I expected, Daddy was there – his jacket thrown over a chair at his desk and he sitting with his tie loosened, on the right end of his long, black leather sofa, a glass of scotch in his hand. I stepped towards him, but stopped when I was about five feet away when he held up a hand. He studied me, a slight frown on his face.

His expression was intense and despite my aroused condition, his scrutiny was almost embarrassing as I stood for his inspection. I became suddenly aware of the skimpiness of my dress and the obviousness of my aroused state – my nipples pressing against the dress, the smell of my cunt. Even as Daddy stared at me, I felt a slow trickle of my juices running down my inner thigh.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daddy took a sip of his drink and then said, "Heather, we need to have a talk. I want complete honesty and I want an answer when I ask you a question. Do you understand?"

I started to nod, but then replied, "Yes, Daddy." Part of me struggled to keep the little girl voice at bay, but it was hard. It had been part of my arsenal in getting out of trouble for as long as I could remember.

Daddy took another sip of scotch and said, "Heather, are you a slut?"

My mouth opened and then closed and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Daddy...um, what do you...I'm not su –."

Daddy slammed his glass down hard on the table next to the sofa, making me jump as he roared, "Goddamnit, Heather, answer the question. Are you a slut?"

Fear and arousal competed inside me, both making my blood race and my cunt burst aflame. "Yes, Daddy," I sobbed as I felt tears run down my face.

"Do you enjoy sucking, cock?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you enjoy cock in your pussy? Do you love eating cum?"

I felt myself wavering on my three inch heels, the room starting to spin as I heard my father batter me with questions I never would have dreamed hearing him ask me. Even more amazing was my sudden need to be honest with him – to not hide what I knew in my heart was the truth.

"Yes, Daddy. Oh yes, I love cum, Daddy! Yes, I'm a slut, Daddy!"

Daddy paused and resumed studying me, examining me much as he did some schematic from work. Finally, "Well, now that we have that established that you're a slut, all that remains is to determine how you will pursue your appetites."

"Daddy?" I cocked my head just as I had when I was a little girl and didn't understand something. "What do you mean?"

My father downed the remainder of his drink and paused before answering. "Heather, you are my daughter...my only child and heir. You will never want for anything. You may go out into the world and be a whore cock slut for any man with a stiff dick and become what you will..."

Daddy seemed to leave something left. I licked my lips and said, "Or, Daddy...do I have another choice?"

Daddy nodded and slowly his eyes crawled up and down my body. I shivered at the hunger I saw in his eyes, hunger like I never saw in a man before. "Heather, I offer you the chance to be my bride – my wife – to live with me as long as long as I live, but it doesn't come free. In agreeing to be my wife...you surrender yourself body and soul. You will be MY slut – MY whore, willing to obey my every command without hesitation. You will submit yourself to complete domination to me...for the rest of your life." 

I felt the world begin to gray out around me even as a ripple of incredible pleasure burst from between my legs, cum juice gushing against my sodden panties to run down my legs, splattering loudly against the carpet and my shoes. I struggled to comprehend his words as part of my mind screamed, "YES! SAY YES." I shook my head raised a hand to rub my forehead, amazed to find it slick with sweat. "Daddy...what are you saying? I don't – I don't understand."

Dad stood up, towering over me and he snapped, "Yes, you do, Heather. It's simple. Do you want to be your father's fuckslut forever or not? I won't ask a third time. Answer me. Do you want to be Daddy's little whore?"

My mouth opened and I thought I would never be able to take a breath, but I did then as I breathed out, whispered, "Yes, Daddy. God, yes – I love you!"

Daddy smiled with satisfaction as if he never had any doubt of my answer. "Good. I'm pleased, Heather. Now, get that dress off. I want to see you naked."

I think I was in some sort of shock because I couldn't quite comprehend Daddy's instructions. "Naked, Daddy? But I -." I never finished my sentence. Daddy's hand lashed out and slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. Through pain and confusion I looked up at my father and whimpered, "Daddy...why?" before he reached down and yanked me back to my feet by my hair, making me cry out in pain and then in confusion as he reached out with his free hand, grabbing the top of my dress and with a brutal jerk tore it from my body, friction and zipper cutting my back as it was stripped off me.

"You will goddamn well do what I tell you, bitch," Daddy snarled into my face. "You're my slut now – remember!" His fingers were wrapped around thick strands of my long hair and he used his grip on me to swing me around, my scalp alight with pain as he threw me against the arm of the sofa. Before I could do anything, his hands were on my ass cheeks and he pushed me up, scooting my stomach up and over the raised arm of the sofa. I felt my panties being torn from my body and then I began squalling as Daddy began to spank my ass hard with his palm.

"Disobey me, Heather and I will spank your ass bloody raw," Daddy thundered from behind me as his hand came down again and again, the impacts burning on my skin. I screamed from the pain and Daddy shoved a wad of fabric into my mouth. I struggled not to gag as I tasted silky cloth against my gullet and then tasted cunt...my cunt. Daddy had shoved my soaked panties in my mouth. My strong flavor overwhelmed anything and as bad as my ass hurt, each downward stroke brought me closer to orgasm as my father had his way with me.

Daddy spanked me again and again, my legs dangling in the air, flailing uselessly as my father disciplined me. My ass cheeks felt like they were on fire, the ferocity of the pain equaled only by the blazing inferno that was my cunt, my juices running heavily like a river, covering the arm of the chair in my creams.

The palm strikes stopped and after cringing a moment, waiting for them to resume, through the haze of pleasure and pain, I heard a rustle of clothing and worked up the nerve to turn my head and glance around. My eyes widened and I let out a frightened little gasp as I saw my father naked – an immense cock jutting from his hairy crotch. Daddy's dick was fucking huge – bigger than any boy's I'd ever bedded or even the teachers at school I'd fooled around with. The head was a massive plum, nearly purple in its condition, crowning a long and thick shaft. My small pussy puckered at the thought both hungering for his big cock and fearing that it might tear me apart.

Daddy wasted no time enjoying the fruits of his daughter. He stepped between my legs and I had no more than felt his huge cock head press against my spread labial flesh than he shoved himself hard inside me, eliciting a pain ridden scream unlike any I'd ever voiced before, muted only by the cunt cream soaked panties wadded in my mouth. 

With one brutal thrust, Daddy plunged his cock inside me, forcing apart virtually virgin flesh, piecing me in places no man had ever gone before. Pain and pleasure warred for dominance as he buried his hard, thick babymaker in my young cunt. In the end, pleasure won out and I threw back my head and let out a muffled scream as my first daddy-cock induced orgasm tore me to pieces.

I could feel Daddy's pubic hairs scratching against the soft flesh of my firm butt cheeks as he ground against me, his cock driving into places I'd not thought possible while I sobbed and flailed about, the pleasure so intense that it flickered back and forth over the border that divides ecstasy and pain. My brain seemed to misfire again and again, rendering me almost completely speechless – unable to say anything except cries of "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" garbled by my panties 

My orgasm seemed to go on forever – I'd experienced nothing like it – pleasure coursing through my body like never before, fueled by the barely comprehended knowledge that this was my father – my own flesh and blood fucking me. I felt wonderful and overwhelmed and unsure of my own womanhood for the first time – slowly realizing that for the first time, a man had complete mastery over me and that I loved it.




The Inheritance



My orgasm gradually reduced, never completely waning as Daddy stayed buried in me to the hilt. His hands gently stroked my back and reached around to caress my breasts – soothing and calming me, pausing only to come to my face and pull my saliva and cunt soaked panties from my mouth. I coughed and sucked in air until I was able to gasp in a sniffling voice, "I love you, Daddy."

My father chuckled and replied, "I know you do, Heather. Daddy loves you too – let me show you how much." His fingers closed around my nipples and pinched them hard, drawing a cry of pain from me – one that evolved into cries and then sighs of pleasure as he showed how nipple stimulation could enhance my still lurking orgasm and then...then Daddy began to move. A quarter stroke of his cock, then a half stroke and then Daddy withdrew almost to the tip of his wonderful pole and then shoved it back into me. By then, I was out of mind trying to cope with the exquisite pleasure Daddy was giving me.

My pussy, wet beyond belief was a nuclear inferno of burning lust and need. I sobbed as I felt Daddy's cock withdraw and I sobbed harder as I felt him thrust it into my young womb again and again. Daddy fucked me slow and he fucked me fast and hard. I seemed to be experiencing one continual orgasm and then just as I thought I would pass out from the intensity of it, I could feel my father's body growing tense and he rammed his cock into me deep and began to cum!

Only as I felt my insides...my cunt...my pussy...my womb being filled with the hot, creamy semen of my Daddy did I truly understand pleasure. All that came before was a mere hint of ecstasy. I felt as if I was consumed in the fires of incestuous orgasm, burning me to cinders as pleasure wracked my body. I blacked out momentarily, came back to find myself screaming for Daddy to "FUCK ME, PLEASE!" enveloped in a burning wreath of pleasure and then passed out again.

I regained my senses as I felt Daddy withdraw from me completely – whimpering as his wonderful fuck tool wormed its way out of me. He left me there draped over the arm of the sofa and through bleary, tear filled eyes, I watched as he walked around on climbed onto the sofa on his knees so that his cock, still partially erect was in my face.

"Clean me up, Heather," he said in a commanding tone that made my well fucked pussy quiver.

As his cum smeared cock brushed my lips, I obediently opened my mouth and took him inside, my tongue rolling over his slick, semen covered cock head. Even exhausted as I was, barely able to hold my head up, I was aroused to taste my father's penis – lapping up semen and my own juices, taking more of him in my mouth. Daddy took a handful of my hair in his hand and lifted my face so I could stare into his eyes as I sucked him clean. He smiled evilly as he said, "Good girl!"

I happily confess – hearing Daddy's meager words of praise sent shivers of delight through me like nothing I'd felt before. I think that was the moment I truly became his willing slut. I knew that I would never again hesitate or resist Daddy's desires or commands. I lived for his words of love and praise.

Finally, I had Daddy's cock clean of sperm and cunt cream and again rock hard. I let him slip from my lips and looked up at him expectantly. Daddy said, "I think it's time we went to bed, Pumpkin." I quivered with anticipation, knowing he meant us in bed together. I held up my hands and Daddy pulled me over the arm of the sofa and then gathered me up in his arms.

I groaned as my father shifted me around, my weight meaning nothing to him although I was suddenly aware of the fine shape he kept his body in, arms strong and muscular and his chest well defined and a flat and solid stomach. Daddy cupped my ass cheeks in his hands and lifted me up and then I was being lowered back onto his hard cock, his thick dick sliding between my still widespread labia. Pain and pleasure erupted inside me again and I cried out, letting my body go limp as I was impaled on my loving Daddy's big penis!

With one slow, easy movement, Daddy lowered my cunt around his dick until he was nuzzled against my cervix, his pubes rubbing against my hairless pussy. Then, suspended against Daddy's sweaty body, my arms and legs akimbo, my father turned and carried me through the house, through the litter of the party and up the stairs towards his and Helen's bedroom. Each step caused Daddy's cock to jolt inside my pulsating pussy, sending waves of incestuous pleasure through my body. I barely comprehended the unconscious form of Helen as we passed on of the guest bedrooms, now naked and lying on her stomach, legs sprawled wide. In truth, in my pleasure addled mind, she just registered as another object within our house.

Smoothly and confidently, as if he'd done it all our lives, Daddy eased us both on to his bed, walking on his knees until he could lay me back on the pillows and then settling his weight atop my small body, his cock throbbing around my tightly packed cunt. Daddy kissed me then – kissed me like a lover for the first time, pressing his lips against mine insistently forcing his tongue into my mouth to master my tongue like he'd mastered everything else.

I groaned against his lips, yielding happily to his kiss as my arms, shaking with excitement went around his neck, wanting to hold my father tightly. I tried to raise my legs to wrap them around his hips, but the movement triggered so much ecstatic pleasure, I had to let them fall limp, leaving me spread wide under Daddy's body.

When Daddy ended our kiss, I was breathing heavily with desire. "I love you, Daddy," I said in a sniffling, halting voice, unable to catch my breath. 

My father smiled back at me, much as he had all my life, conveying warmth and love in his eyes, but with something more – knowledge that fathers and daughters aren't supposed to know, but knowledge I knew I couldn't ever live without again. "I love you, too, Heather....my little girl. So much like your mother, you know..." He gave a gentle thrust, almost making my eyes roll back in my head as I felt his thick head press deeper inside my flesh. "She was small like you, baby...and tight...and she was my fuckslut wife." He thrust into me again as I crooned plaintively with pleasure.

"I'm...oh God, I'm your fuckslut now, Daddy!" I moaned, trying to thrust my pelvis up against him, hoping I could take more of him than I already did. My fingernails clawed at his back as he pumped into me again. "OH D-D-Daddy! Make me your fuckslut wife whore, Daddy!"

My father laughed as he thrust forward again, this time with more force, making me wail. "You are my fuckslut wife whore, Heather. You have been since the moment you said yes to your Daddy." He withdrew most of his length and then slammed his cock home as I sobbed with joy. Daddy kissed me on the lips and then nuzzled my neck as he fucked me again and again before adding, "We'll make it official in a day or so. Father McFee will be happy to do it."

Despite all the intense pleasure, Daddy's words reached me and my eyes widened and I said, "You...ohhhhh, you mean you're going to marry me, Daddy?"

Never pausing as he fucked me, his strokes getting longer and quicker, Daddy replied, "Absolutely. And maybe you can suck your first holy prick." He paused and with a quirky grin on his lips, asked, "You've never fooled around with a priest, have you?"

I shook my head and began to reply, "No," but Daddy began pumping into me hard and fast and my answer collapsed into a scream as my orgasm blossomed into a volcano of carnal joy.

I lay helpless under my father's incestuous assault, writhing with pleasure as he fucked me hard and fast, making me moan and scream and shake until my body was a literal seizure of erotic bliss. I was vaguely aware of the headboard pounding into the wall with a frightful noise and my body feeling like it was aflame, soothed only by Daddy's hot, firm flesh atop me, his chest dragging across my rock hard nipples as he shoved that big, thick monster in me again and again. My heart pounded in my chest until I thought it would explode as my body rocked with pleasure and all I could think was I wanted more and more cock even if it killed me.

Daddy suddenly rammed into me so hard, I cried out in shock and pain and then he began cumming in me again and I thought I did die as the most intense orgasm yet blanketed my body and I was carried away, the world dissolving into an indescribable palate of colors and sounds and most of all pleasure and I fell into a yawning chasm of dark, incredible joy and was swallowed up.

I awoke in the dim light that was the beginning of the dawn, still in the throes of orgasm and Daddy's cock fucking me relentlessly – his face in shadows, barely recognizable, but for the rest of my life, I would know his cock by touch. Some small, logical part of my mind realized that we must have slept and that sometime in the early morning my father had awaken, his hunger for me unabated and that he had simply taken me. 

That knowledge – that understanding that I was now a possession of Daddy's – his tool to slake his lust whenever he wanted, both frightened me and aroused me as nothing ever had. I had little strength, but I gathered what energy I had and responded to Daddy, getting nothing more than, "That's my girl – that's my good little slut," in response before he began to fuck me harder until he and then I again were swept away in the ecstasy of orgasm.

In the aftermath of our lovemaking, Daddy and I cuddled together, enjoying long passionate kisses as he stroked and petted my body, telling me how much he loved me and what a marvelous body I had. I basked in the warmth my father's words gave me and I responded by telling him what a wonderful lover he was – that fucking him was beyond comparison with anyone I'd had before.

Strangely, my words didn't seem to please my father and he started to reply, but suddenly, we both realized we were not alone. In the morning light, Helen was standing in the doorway watching us. I'm sure we must have made a shocking sight – father and daughter naked in each others arms, my sprawled legs revealing a pink and cum filled cunt – my labia swollen and spread and Daddy's seed oozing from my pussy.

Then it dawned on me that Helen's appearance was not normal either. Her dress was in shreds – someone having torn the buttons clean off – her meaty, slightly sagging breasts exposed and her shaved pussy also swollen and leaking sperm. Her shaggy mane of reddish –brown hair looked wild and unkempt as she shook her head at us.

Helen took a deep sigh and said, "Well, it was only a matter of time. You were right, John."

"Of course I was," Daddy responded. "Blood knows."

Helen looked at the two of us for a long time, her expression varying from wonder to envy. I felt renewed tingles in my weary cunt as her eyes roamed over us – as much me as Daddy. "Well, I'll be staying at Rita's place until I decide where to go. You know I won't fight it, John. I know you'll be fair."

Daddy nodded and said, "Yes, I will. It's been a lot of fun, Helen."

She smiled then as she moved into the room and quickly removed a bag from the closet. It was already packed – something I thought odd. She came over and climbing onto the bed, leaned down and kissed Daddy. I watched as they kissed, tongues dueling fiercely and Daddy's hand reaching up to fondle her hanging breasts.

When they finished, Helen surprised me by leaning over further to kiss me. I was further surprised to find her tongue slipping into my mouth, her hand squeezing my tit as she gave me a kiss unlike any affection she's showed me in the seven years, she and Daddy had been married. Most surprising of all was the fact that I really enjoyed it!

When our kiss ended, she ran her tongue over my lips and with her eyes alight with arousal whispered, "I envy you," before carefully moving off the bed. She gave us one more long and lingering look and with a wave was gone. 

I was trying to process a lot of things in my head as we lay there – Daddy's softly nuzzling my neck. "Daddy, what did Helen mean when she said you were right – that she knew this was only a matter of time?"

Daddy paused and raised his head to look into my eyes. "I told Helen from the start that she and I would never last – that someday you would replace her and take your mother's place in my bed."

"You planned this, Daddy?"

He shook his head and laughed. "Not this particular moment, but I knew it would happen, Heather. Blood knows."

Those words made me shiver a little. "What do you mean?"

Daddy stroked my face and he said, "You're my daughter. My blood flows in you. So does your mother's. I have certain hungers and desires as did your mother – I have always taken what I wanted and as I watched you grow up, I recognized certain appetites in you. You think I never noticed how attracted you are to older men...men like your father? Be damned if I would allow you to settle for anyone less."

Daddy's hand moved down over my body, pausing to caress my breast, making me breathe faster, before making its way over my stomach and between my legs. "Tell me I'm wrong, Heather. Tell me that you could marry some boy or some other man when you can be mine forever." His fingers slipped into me – stirring his semen deposited in me. "You've been waiting for me to take you and make you my woman, haven't you, Heather."

Just the touch of his fingers made me tremble with desire and as I sighed with pleasure at what he was doing to me, I could only nod. Daddy smiled then, pleased with my response, but then his smile faded and he said, "Good, now let's get back to something I wanted to address before we were interrupted."

"W-whatever you desire, mmmm, Daddy," I moaned, now squirming on his probing fingers.

Daddy's voice took on a sterner tone as he said, "I am disappointed that my little slut daughter gave up her cherry to someone else. Your father should have had your virginity, Heather."

Guilt raced with fear washing over me. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I replied meekly.

"Not good enough, Heather, not nearly fucking good enough," Daddy said. Leaving his fingers in me, he went up onto his knees. Scowling down at me, he said, "Who did you let fuck you first, Heather? Some pimply-faced high school boy?"

I shivered more from delight than fear as Daddy fingered my cunt. "No, Daddy – it was...um, it was Coach Jones." I'd given up my cherry earlier in the fall, happily allowing my soccer coach to take my virginity in his marriage bed while his wife was visiting her parents out of state. It had been fun – not great like with Daddy, but Coach Jones was very enthusiastic.

"I am very disappointed," Daddy said again. "A slut-whore should have something virgin to offer her husband, don't you think? Do you have a virgin hole left, Heather or are you a bigger slut already than I even guessed?"

I gasped as I realized what he was asking. I felt fear course through me even as I confessed, "No one – no one has ever fucked me there, Daddy."

Daddy smiled again – an evil smile full of carnal darkness and he nodded as I felt his fingers leave my cunt. He held them up for me to see – his fingers coated with my juices and globs of semen. "Put your legs up on my shoulders, Heather," Daddy commanded.

I did so – having to make an effort with my weary body – my feet barely reaching over his shoulders until he leaned inwards, curling my legs back – back until my knees were on each side of my head. I gasped as I felt Daddy bring his cum smeared fingers down to press against my asshole. I felt my anus pucker up, tightening the sphincter ring against his probing digits. "Daddy! Daddy, I'm so small – you'll rip me open!" I whimpered as I felt the strange sensation of his lubricated fingers push past my sphincter – felt my asshole tighten around his digits.

Daddy paused, fingers almost into my hole to the first knuckle and he looked down at me with eyes full of lust and sudden anger. "Is my slut daughter telling me no?" he asked.

Fear and arousal ignited inside me and as scared as I was, I suddenly felt a renewed desire to please my father again and I somehow found it within me to whisper as I looked into my Daddy's eyes, "Never, Daddy. Please fuck me – fuck my virgin ass and show me how a man...a father pleases his little girl!"

Daddy snickered and said, "Good answer, slut!" I gave a little cry of pain and discomfort as Daddy worked his fingers deeper into my ass and then another cry as he roughly pulled them out. We both looked down towards my crotch as Daddy rubbed his again erect penis against my flowered and wet pussy, lubricating it with our mixed juices. 

Daddy then pushed my legs back a little more, curling me up almost into a ball – my toes rubbing against his ears and brought his thick cockhead up against my anus. "I love you, Heather," he growled as he began to press into my asshole.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him too, but I was too busy sobbing as it felt like something was ripping me in two. There was no brutal thrust into my ass like there had been into my cunt. Despite the lubrication of my and my father's cum, Daddy had to slowly worm his massive cock into my asshole, stretching my anus out in a leisurely fashion while I screamed in pain, flailing my hands against his body in a futile effort to make him stop.

When I finally found my voice, I sobbed hoarsely for Daddy to, "Please – oh God, Daddy, please stop! Too big – you're too big...no, no NO!" I felt so small and helpless under my father's body – his cock a huge, blunt weapon tearing my ass wide apart. As inch after unstoppable inch of cock slipped into my asshole, the pain escalated – I was crying so hard I could barely catch my breath and my skin became slick with sweat.

I don't know how much of Daddy's cock he was able to shove into me, but it felt like every inch of his long shaft and then some. I closed my eyes as if it could somehow ward away the pain until I felt his warm breath on my face. I opened my eyes to find Daddy's face right in front of me and he leaned in and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth even as his cock seemed to back up a fraction and then thrust deeper into my bowels in the same motion.

I felt myself anchor my soul and my sanity on that kiss – focusing on the pleasure that was produced by our tongues sliding over each other. I stopped hitting Daddy's arms and back with clenched fists. Daddy's right hand slipped up my left arm until our fingers could intertwine. As we continued to kiss and his cock continued its painful assault on my asshole, Daddy drew my hand down, rising up slightly to make room for it between our sweaty bodies.

He pressed my hand against my own semen sloppy pussy and guided it into a circular rubbing motion. Pleasure immediately erupted to mix in with the searing pain as Daddy began to move back and forth, his thick dick agonizingly slow as it wormed in and out of my anus. The pleasure was a relief – a raft my mind could cling to as Daddy fucked my ass. He let go of my hand, confident that I would continue to masturbate myself.

"Not so bad now, is it, Heather?" Daddy whispered before kissing me again, leaning into me, trapping my arm between us.

Tears streamed down my face as I managed a shaky, "N-no, D-D-Daddy. I love it...I love you so much!"

Daddy grinned, a pleased look on his face as he ducked down and took one of my turgid nipples between his teeth, biting it sharply before taking much of my breast into his mouth to suck on. Pain flared anew within me, but this new pain was greatly tinged with pleasure...sweet, delicious, erotic pleasure. Daddy began to work his cock faster in my asshole, coated with a flood of cunt cream running down from my pussy, coating his cock, making it just a bit easier to worm his way back and forth.




The Inheritance



The pain never stopped, but it begin to become muted, overwhelmed by the ecstatic feelings emanating from my cunt as I teased and massaged my labia and my clitoris which had emerged in all its aroused glory. Pleasure began to compete with pain throughout my body – even in my abused and stretched anus – Daddy's fucking began to produce more warmth than pain – warmth that became something else – pleasure unlike any I'd ever known before. 

This new wonderful sensation mixed with the more familiar orgasmic joy to become something more – quickly exploding like gasoline being thrown into a fire. My sobs of pain became grunts and moans of sexual pleasure and I sought more, trying (mostly in vain) to greet Daddy's thrusts into my ass, seeking to take him farther inside my asshole, wanting more of that heavenly warmth.

The room seemed thick with the reek of pussy and sperm and sweat and odors strange but exhilarating that made me even more aroused. I felt Daddy speed up some more, bringing more pain as he fucked my ass but bringing new pleasure as well. I felt I was close to some new height...some new understanding of carnal pleasure, but somehow not quite reaching the pinnacle and then Daddy showed me the way as with a groan, he shoved himself as tight as he could inside me and began to cum – thick streamers of hot, thick semen flooding my bowels and I screamed in triumph and in absolute pleasure as my sphincter muscles clamped hard around Daddy's throbbing cock and I was thrown into another unbelievably intense orgasm.

Daddy's arms wrapped around my back and I screamed again as his cock wormed a little deeper as he raised me off the bed – my legs straight and stiff – my toes curling and clenching near his head, cumming my brains out, impaled on his wonderful, immense penis.

I don't know how long I was lost in orgasm. It seemed like forever. Hours seemed to pass before I was relaxed enough to release Daddy's cock from my asshole, hours in which pleasure waxed and waned as we both sought to catch our breath. I know I wept when Daddy finally did pull himself free with a meaty plop. He held me as I sobbed my love for him, stroking my weary and well fucked body until we both fell asleep again. I remember my father kissing me tenderly and whispering in my ears, "Welcome to the rest of your life, Heather. You've made your daddy very happy."

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It was two days later – a Monday afternoon when we stood in front of Father McFee, a handsome, silver-haired priest in our living room and took our vows as husband and wife. Daddy looked handsome in a dark suit, complete with power tie. He said I looked lovely standing there stark naked, blushing just a little as Father McFee fondled my breasts and fingered my cunt before he began the ceremony.

I cried just a little when Daddy slipped Mother's wedding ring on my finger. I laughed just a little when immediately afterwards Father McFee flooded my mouth with a load of strong tasting thick sperm while he said a prayer of blessing for our union. At Daddy's command, I would suck Father McFee off every Sunday morning after Mass for years to come – my own special communion as Father McFee called it.

I suppose it wasn't until after Daddy had led me naked into our living room to find the good father in his holy vestments that I began to truly comprehend how Daddy was different than most men. Daddy was fearless in the face of normal expectations and law, taking and doing what he wanted. 

My life continued to change immediately. Daddy commanded me to suck a new cock every day, giving me a lovely leather bound journal to record my naughty deeds that he would review weekly while I demonstrated to him how my cock sucking talents grew. I was forbidden to fuck anyone but him without his express permission. Of course, I discovered his generosity towards his friends and colleagues knew few bounds and it wasn't long before I came to understand that I would never lack for cock.

Towards the end of January, Daddy hosted a poker game for his friends. I spent most of the evening, wearing only a g-string, serving Daddy and his friends drinks and food and twice was commanded by my father to crawl under the table and suck each of his friends off in turn. As the last hand was dealt with thousands of dollars on the table, Daddy announced that the night's big winner would also get me for a long hard fuck.

A fellow engineer from Daddy's company, an Asian named Huang laid me back on the poker table and fucked me until I was screaming for mercy – his cock tempered by me sucking him off twice so that he seemed to fuck me forever before finally cumming inside me as Daddy and his friends cheered him on. I left Daddy's felt green table top stained with my juices – stains that would be joined by many others over the years as I was offered as a prize at each monthly game.

Daddy also hosted several friends for a Super Bowl party and to my delight, that included Mr. Richter and to my astonishment, his daughter, Danielle. I was stunned to look up from where I was kneeling in front of Daddy's boss, Mr. Kyle, sucking his cock during the pre-game show to see Mr. Richter enter the room accompanied by my classmate, Danielle, wearing only high heels and a black ribbon around her throat. She was a foot taller than me and voluptuous – huge, firm breasts and long legs and an angelic face framed with flaming red hair and a matching trimmed muff below. Her eyes widened when she saw me, wearing only high heels, kneeling before someone who wasn't my father, busily sucking cock.

On the verge of cumming, Mr. Kyle pulled free from my lips and proceeded to cum all over my face, coating me with hot jets of semen and then as his seed dripped from my face, crooked a finger at Danielle. 

She glanced at her father who grinned and nodded his blessing and the tall redhead slowly walked across the room, her face a flaming red and knelt in front of me. "Hi, Heather," she said softly – embarrassment evident in her voice. "Is it...do you mind if I clean you up?"

I felt my pussy lips quiver with excitement, making me feel much as I did when Helen kissed me goodbye. I had been very adventurous with boys, but I had never done things with a girl before. "Okay," I replied in a husky voice.

Danielle leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss, her lips brushing against mine as her tongue slipped along and ran itself over my semen smeared lips before moving up and to the right to my cheek to scoop up a huge blob of semen. I gave a little moan as I watched her swallow Mr. Kyle's sperm and smile in satisfaction.

"Don't be selfish, Dani," admonished her father. "Share that cum with Heather." Danielle gave an eager nod and proceed to lick more spunk from my face and then slowly as it almost drooled from her open mouth, a thick pool of semen on her tongue, she kissed me and fed Mr. Kyle's seed with me, our tongues coming together to share and play with the delicious seed. As we kissed, her large breasts brushed against my smaller ones, our nipples rubbing together, making me quake with excitement. 

In the end, my face was clean and we kissed simply for the sheer joy of it – savoring the touch, the kiss, the caress of another woman and reveling in the excitement it generated in the men around us, especially our fathers. Danielle and I would over the course of the evening, compare notes and I discovered that I had likely been right when I had teased Mr. Richter about his daughter – that he and Danielle had been engaged in incest since her eighteenth birthday just before our senior year had begun!

We spent the Super Bowl pleasuring Daddy's seven guests, - sucking them off at their request, most of them preferring to cum on our faces so the other could lick their sperm off and share it with the other. Beginning during the Half-time show, each man, fueled by lust and those little blue pills, fucked us and then cheered us on as we put on a demonstration of sixty-nine, eating the sperm out of each other's cunt and I can only say, I loved every fucking minute of it. 

Our evening ended with Danielle and I using a long double headed dildo to fuck each other while Daddy's guests masturbated on us one last time and then watching as we rolled around and cleaned each other up. I had never suspected that I had a taste for pussy, but I now longed for it. As years passed, I came to have a certain fondness for Danielle's cunt, eating her out countless times and loving her long labia lips and huge clitoris as her pussy juices would flood my face.

Not that Danielle would be the only pussy I would come to know and love. Daddy and Helen celebrated their divorce with a hot, perverted weekend that saw her use me in ways I never would have dreamed. As I was handcuffed to our bed, I'm not sure who fucked me the most, Daddy or Helen and her long, exquisitely made strap-on human like cock. For two nights I went to sleep with her shaved cunt spread over my face, Daddy's seed dripping slowly from it.

And of course, above all else, there was Daddy. Day in and day out, my father was ever present, mastering me with that magnificent cock of his. Sometimes, Daddy brutally fucked me, leaving me prostrate from one orgasm after another. Other times, Daddy was gentler – we'd spend entire days, making sweet love – drifting in a heavenly haze of orgasmic pleasure.

I dressed according to his whims and I was proud to be scantily clad in public on my father's arm – never ashamed that anyone knew that I was his obedient and willing slut – happily whoring myself on his behalf whenever he desired. I fucked total strangers because my Daddy told me to. I pulled trains to please him, lying in pools of semen, filled with cock in every hole simply because he wished it. Never did a night go by that I didn't fall asleep happy and proud that I had pleased my father.

After five years of such wedded, incestuous bliss, Daddy gave me new orders – commanding me to continue to suck any man's cock I wished, but that now my cunt was his and his alone and to cease practicing birth control. I was thrilled that Daddy now wanted me to bear his child...our child and in our desire to make a baby, Daddy's cock now seemed to be in me more than it was out of me.

It wasn't too very long before my belly was round and swollen with my father's baby – a month long vacation in Key West where Daddy fucked me four and five times a day, often on the public balcony of our vacation home, the likely place of conception. Daddy's treatment of me altered as my belly grew – our incestuous child growing and kicking with life. Daddy was kinder and gentler, immensely pleased that I had given him a child and more eager than ever to fuck his little girl – his cock in me constantly till the very moment the doctor advised him to stop.

Even so, I was still Daddy's little slut, subject to his wishes and desires. Two weeks before I gave birth, I was Daddy's gift to his friends, lying on a sofa at the lounge at his golf club, naked and my belly huge and glistening, sucking off one friend or colleague after another.

Not too long before my twenty-fourth birthday, I gave my father a nine pound baby boy – beautiful in every way – with my green eyes and honey colored hair and Daddy's facial features. Again, my life changed somewhat as we began raising our son, Jonny. Oh, I was still Daddy's willing and eager slut, but our outside activities slacked off as we spent more time with our boy. Oh, we were both still consumed with lusty enthusiasm, but kept more of our fucking ways restricted to our bedroom.

And so it went for several years as Daddy and I raised Jonny until tragedy struck us. Jonny was seven years old when Daddy's doctor diagnosed my father with pancreatic cancer. Daddy fought it with the same ruthless tenacity that he used against any opponent, but to no avail. As I watched horrified, Daddy was eaten alive from inside over the course of seven months and I buried him just shy of our son's eighth birthday.

Devastated is too meager a word to describe the loss I felt for my father. My world was virtually ended. Oh, I lacked for nothing. The bulk of Daddy's estate was held in trust for our son, but the house and a generous allowance was mine. Jonny and I lived in luxury and comfort, but I was bereft of my father, my husband, my lover and yes, my master. 

As weeks became months, I truly began to understand my loss as I was filled with unrequited desires and needs – the greatest of which was to serve and please my father. Not simply sex...for a while, I tried to fill that need with passionate trysts with Mr. Richter and Danielle, but the need to be my father's slut – to feel his approval and desire, to feel the cock that had provided me with life inside me, making my existence worthy...to make me feel worthy and needed. But it wasn't the same and I ended the affair, resisting their entreaties to continue.

In the end, I retired from all I had been and known, save being the best mother I could be. Despite Danielle's urgings and pleadings, I withdrew from the sweet, lusty world I had inhabited since I had become an adult. I traded in my whorish attire for widow's weeds and boxed up the toys that had been such a part of my life pleasing and entertaining my daddy. I focused on raising my son, Jonny, making him the center of my world. I became the Widow Brown, dedicated to her son.

Only in the privacy of my bedroom during the seemly endless nights did I let in any hint of my past – masturbating endlessly as I recalled the many passionate moments with Daddy. Despite the pleasure such activities provided, it always left me yearning for more – aching to feel my father's touch once again, aching to feel his cock buried deep inside me. I would usually fall asleep, my face and pillow stained with bitter tears over what I had lost and believed I could never have again.

My only solace was Jonny. He surpassed the loss of his father as the years passed – devoting himself to his studies and to sports, especially soccer. He grew into a younger version of his father, dedicated to achieving success and never entertaining the possibility of failure. As he came close to age eighteen and graduation from high school, I dreaded facing his departure – his grades guaranteed admittance to any Ivy League school he wished to attend. I despaired at the looming future of being truly alone.

On the evening of Jonny's eighteenth birthday, Mr. Richter paid us a visit or rather he paid Jonny a visit, carrying a large sealed wooden box. Solemnly, he gave Jonny the box, informing him that his father had instructed him to deliver it upon Jonny reaching adulthood. He told Jonny it was something meant for him alone and advised him to open it in private. Jonny had an odd, almost sad expression on his face as he gazed down at the box – one that made my heart ache, reminded that I wasn't the only one who missed Daddy. He excused himself and carried the box up to his room.

Mr. Richter just shook his head when I asked him what was in the box. "I'm sure Jon will tell you in his own good time, Heather. Be patient, dear." He gave me a frank and appraising look. "We've missed you, Danielle and me."

I shrugged and replied, "I know, but that's all done with a long time ago. Things change."

He nodded and said, "Perhaps. Still, you know that Danielle and I keep you in our thoughts and prayers." He paused and grinned. "And in our fantasies."

I felt myself blush and said, "Me too, but the past is the past."

Mr. Richter sighed and nodded again. With nothing left to say, I walked him to the door where he turned and said. "Give Jon some space and some time for the next few days. I suspect he'll need it. He will explain it all in the end."

The truth was that for the next several days I hardly saw my son. He literally locked himself in his room, emerging only for food, looking, well, tired and haggard, staring at me oddly. I ached to know what was in the box – but I honored Mr. Richter's request and asked nothing. 

A week had passed when I returned one afternoon from shopping. After dropping groceries off in the kitchen, I was making my way towards the stairs when I heard noise coming from Daddy's den. That was a room that we rarely used. Daddy's presence was too strong there. Often, I'd thought about redoing the room – removing and storing Daddy's possessions, but in the end, I always resisted. Now it was odd to hear noises from there. Jonny rarely used the room save for Sundays in winter when he watched games on Daddy's big screen television.

I stepped down into the den and came to a stop, stunned by what I saw. Jonny sat on the black leather sofa, wearing a scruffy and stained T-shirt, a wispy blonde beard evident on his face indicating he'd not shaved in several days. Gym shorts were down around his ankles while he stroked a very erect and very large penis. My son's eyes were fixed on the television across the room. I made to back out, but my eyes followed his gaze and I gasped in surprise.

Jonny was watching a porn movie – two men standing sandwiched a small, blonde woman between them, her legs splayed out as her cunt and ass were filled with their cocks – an expression of utter ecstasy locked onto her face. A wave of dizziness swept over me as I realized that the two men were Mr. Richter and Daddy. A moan escaped my lips as I realized that the woman was me – me at eighteen.

Shock struggled with feelings I had suppressed for a very long time as my eyes went back and forth between the graphic sex on the screen and my half naked son who was watching and masturbating to it. Finally, Jonny looked up at me as moans continued to slip from between my lips. 

A scary grin played across his face. I felt naked under his gaze, although I was wearing a tasteful if a bit matronly dress that buttoned up the front with a modest neckline and a hemline that ended just below my knees – a bit old fashioned perhaps for a still youthful looking mother of forty-one. My modern 'June Cleaver' outfit was completed by a pearl necklace choker around my neck.

"Come here, Mom," Jonny said – no, he commanded. He sat down the remote in his free hand and patted the seat on the sofa next to him.

I shook my head, my hands pressed against my chest, feeling the sudden pounding of my heart. "I – uh, no. I'm sorry I intruded." I whispered and began to retreat.

Jonny's grin transformed into something grimmer and in a voice that echoed to me from the grave, responded with, "Mom, I said come here and have a fucking seat...now!"

My body responded before my mind could think about it. From between my thighs, a long dormant fire sparked and rekindled. Jonny sounded so much like Daddy! As I approached I realized that on the floor was the wooden box Mr. Richter had brought over – now unsealed. There looked to be dozens of DVDs inside and books – journals, some of which I recognized as what Daddy had referred to often as my cock-sucking journals! I paused, staring down at the contents...at a past I had long ago given up. After Daddy's death, I'd looked for my journals, but not finding them, simply assumed my father had destroyed them before he passed away.

"Sit down, Mom," Jonny said. "Don't make me tell you again." I quickly took a seat, keeping inches of space between me and my son, not quite able to keep my eyes averted from his very large cock. He picked up the remote control and froze the image on screen – Daddy and Mr. Richter caught thrusting deep into my younger self, a joyful expression of carnal pleasure on my face. "You were quite the slut, weren't you, Mom?" my son said, still stroking his erection. 

I felt the embarrassment burning on my cheeks. "Jonny...son, you shouldn't talk like that. I'm your mother." I said, trying not to cry. "I can...explain all this."

My son laughed and resumed the DVD, turning up the volume so we could hear my younger self scream and sob as I was fucked hard in two holes. After freezing the DVD again, Jonny said, "What's to explain? You're a slut...a fucking cock whore, Mother."




The Inheritance



"Jonny! I won't stand for that kind of filth. Stop this," I said, getting flustered. Part of me – the part that had spent the last ten years as a quiet and celibate matron tried to be offended while part of me – the part that had lain dormant for years in my heart and soul and my pussy screamed with joy and undeniable hope. I felt my labia thicken with arousal and as I stood to flee, I quivered at the long absent feeling of slick cunt lips rubbing together, making a sweet and sinful friction.

Jonny reached out and took hold of my wrist. "I told you to sit, Mom. If I have to say it one more fucking time, I will beat your ass bloody!" He jerked me back down onto the sofa.

"I'm your mother. You will not talk to me..." 

John's hand let go of me and lashed out to slap my face and he stood, towering over me. "You're my slut, now!" he roared. "You're my fucking property! I inherited your sweet ass, Mom!"

The scene seemed to be some sort of surreal pornographic moment. My son, a handsome, six foot tall stud loomed over me, an immense erection waving almost in my face. Part of me wanted to beg him to stop this insanity and part of me wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck my son's brains out.

Reaching into the wooden box, Jonny pulled out a sheet of stationary – stationary I recognized as his father's from years ago. "Read this and do it quickly, Mom!" Jonny snarled at me as he thrust it into my face. Fighting back tears and trying to acquire some semblance of calm I read what I instantly recognized as Daddy's handwriting.

My son,

When you read this, I will be long gone and you finally are a man. How I wish I could be there to see it – to hand over the most valuable possession I have – your mother...my wife and daughter. Yes, my daughter and in truth, your sister too. That does not matter, simply know that she is the most precious thing I leave you.

When your mother was eighteen, she submitted to be my slut...my property for the rest of her life. She served me as daughter, wife, whore and as mother to my only son and she did all of these willingly and happily. It is your mother's destiny to be the sexual property of the man who loved her most – it fulfilled her beyond any other possibility. I dare say, those twelve or thirteen years have been the happiest of her life. Now, I suspect that once I was gone, she has tried to put those days behind her forever, focusing on raising you and remembering me. Heather deserves better. She needs better and so, knowing that she has suffered long enough, I take pen in hand and give her to you.

Your mother is now yours to do with as you will. She will serve you as she served me, loving you beyond the normal constraints of society and making you the happiest man alive, just as she did me. Your mother is a natural born incestuous slut who found true happiness only with family. You are our son – our blood courses through you and it dictates your destiny. Being your mother's son and lover, dare I suggest it, her husband and master will be the greatest thing you ever do – it will be your greatest pleasure.

Master your mother – I've left you my journals and hers to guide you. Take possession of her – use a strong hand when necessary and the rest of the time, your cock will suffice to make her the most willing slut possible.

I love you, Jonny. Make me proud. Make your mother happy. Fuck her brains out, son!

Love,

Daddy

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I struggled to make sense of it all. My commitment to Daddy all those years ago, in this very room came flooding back to me – the love I felt for my father crashing through all the barricades I'd erected around my heart. Reality crashed in as well – comprehension of what Daddy was telling our son to do. I was terrified and yet, part of me – the part that sent shivers of pleasure through my long neglected pussy, yearned for what Daddy wanted our son to do.

I wiped my eyes and looked up into my son's face. His face was a study of emotions. Arousal, fear, anger and intrigue all struggled for dominance of his expressions. "Jonny, you can't seriously think I will agree to this. Your father and I had something spe-."

"Shut up, Mom," my son hissed. "There is no agree or disagree here. You belong to me. Daddy gave you to me!" He snatched the letter from my hand and shook it in front of me. "I have all the proof I need. I have the title for your sweet little ass!" Jonny tossed the letter back into the box and fixed me with a hungry stare. "Stand up, Mom!" 

I slowly, somewhat shakily rose to my feet. Jonny stood too close – his erection brushed against my stomach...precum leaving a faint trail across the expensive fabric of my dress. I tried to back away, but my legs bumped up against the sofa. 

"Take those clothes, Mom. I want to see you naked!" My son's eyes roamed hungrily over my body, making me quake with fear and desire. My knees trembled even as I felt a thick gush of liquid heat spread into the crotch of my panties.

I froze, years of modesty – of trying to forget and deny my previously wanton ways coming into play. I shook my head and begin to beg my Jonny to stop this madness, but his hands flew out and tore my dress open, sending buttons flying everywhere. "Goddammit, Mom. I said get naked!" he hissed, pulling the remnants of my dress off my shoulders to fall to my feet, leaving me clad only in bra and panties.

I felt my entire body turn red as I hurried to undo my bra, unable to meet Jonny's wolfish eyes as I bared my breasts to him. I was still a 34C and while my tits weren't as pert as they'd been twenty-four years ago, for a woman of forty-one, they were fine. My nipples already erect, swelled more now as my son reached out and squeezed a breast, catching my left nipple between his forefinger and thumb. "Nice, Mom," Jonny said softly, his voice thick with lust. "Wish I could remember sucking on those beauties when I was a baby."

I mewled like a baby, leaning into him a little as a wave of lust made my head spin. My son's skin felt feverish and I could smell him – sperm and sweat and those sweet odors of an aroused man. "You need to stop, baby," I moaned. "This is...wrong."

Jonny just laughed and with his free hand, he palmed my panty covered pussy, fingers rubbing against the wet spot – rubbing my labia and pushing them apart as fabric covered digits pressed into my flesh. "Your wet cunt tells me you're a lying slut, Mother," he said, both lust and sarcasm thick in his voice. 

I groaned again, pressing my lips against the sweaty jersey material of his T-shirt. "Oh, Jonny, I...I." I looked upwards, kissing his chest as I looked pleadingly into his eyes, unsure what I was pleading for.

Jonny stared back and then smiled evilly as his father would when aroused. In a voice that was more than an echo of Daddy's, he commanded, "Please me, Mom."

I surrendered then – I knew it was true, that like his father before him, my son, my flesh and blood owned me, body and soul. Slowly, I descended, squatting down, my mouth capturing his hard dick, waving in the air, as if I'd been doing it for years. I sighed as I felt velvety flesh against my lips, my tongue swirling about tasting piss and semen and sweat as I took his cock in my mouth, sucking his fine penis as his hands moved into my hair.

Again I looked upward, eager to see any sign that I was making my son and now my master, happy. I sucked him deep, washing his shaft with my tongue as I sucked and then eased him back out to pay attention to the swollen cock head, drooling cum. He'd been close when I'd walked in and now, looking down at me, an angelic smile of such joy came over Jonny's face that I thought my heart would burst with all the love I felt for him.

Jonny jerked back just as he began to cum, moaning, "Ohhhh, Mommmm!" as his cock swelled and began spewing hot streamers of semen all over my face. I sobbed with joy as for the first time in a decade, I felt the unique sensation of thick wads of sperm splatter against my skin. I felt my heart race as a thick spray of semen slashed into my open mouth – Jonny's seed tasting salty and clean and soooo good. He amazed me as he stroked his penis, cumming and cumming again, covering my face in thick wads of hot spunk.

By the time he stopped, I was crying tears of joy, seeing an entire world of carnal pleasure opening up before me. Jonny grinned down at me and with sudden swiftness, reached out and grabbed hold of my head and shoved his still erect cock into my mouth, forcing his cock deep until I was struggling not to choke while he ground my sperm covered face against his wiry pubic hair.

With short, quick thrusts, Jonny fucked my face, battering his groin against my head. I eagerly, albeit a bit confused, sucked and cleaned his cock some more – sensing any loss of erection was halted by both our actions.

Satisfied that he was completely erect, Jonny again withdrew from my mouth and I let out a pained cry as with fingers wound around my still blonde hair, he jerked me to my feet. "You didn't think we were done, did you, Mom?" he snapped, his face close to mine, studying the smeared mess of cum covering my cheeks and nose and mouth and forehead.

Jonny dragged me around by the hair, throwing me across the arm of the sofa as his father had done years ago. Hands roughly dragged my panties off, down my legs and over flailing legs demure high heels kicking at the air. Now I was naked except for the short high heels and the pearl necklace choker. "I've been dreaming about this pussy for years, Mom. I just never knew it belonged to me!" Jonny said breathily.

I felt something press against my wet labia, pussy juice pouring from my aroused cunt and moaned as I recognized it as the huge head of a big cock. My cunt lips clasped at my son's erection, hungry for what it had for so long been denied.

"Fuck me, baby. Make Daddy proud and fuck your mother," I moaned, trying to thrust back at his cock without much success, perched on the arm of that sofa. "I'm your whore slut, son! Your mommy slut! Mommy's pussy belongs to you now! FUCK ME!"

I screamed the last words out of need, but that scream merged with a louder one as my son rammed his cock into me, never hesitating an inch as he buried his thick meat inside me! My body stiffened and my back arched as I was immediately swept up in a powerful, incest-fueled orgasm, my mind reeling as son-induced pleasure tore me apart, satisfying a hunger that had been insatiable since Daddy had passed away.

Jonny's arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him as he pressed his cock inside me, his lips kissing the nape of my neck. "I love you, Mom!" I heard him pant in my ear – struggling to maintain the harshness in his voice, his touch telling me the truth – that this was more about his love for me than a need to master me.

As his hands cupped my breasts, teasing my throbbing nipples, holding me tight, we began to fuck, our bodies barely moving as he hunched into me, his cock filling my womb with each minute movement triggering wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure. Long dormant pleasure centers exploded to life all over my body – absorbing the constant flow of carnal bliss radiating from my sopping cunt!

Time seemed to stand still as my son and I fucked slowly – his body atop mine as I lay on the arm of that couch – our bodies tightly pressed together, each small thrust bringing exquisite pleasure. As if he were born to it, Jonny brought me to orgasm again and again until I was gasping for air. I felt him rise up from me, our flesh separating noisily and his cock still buried in me. "I love you, Jonny," I wheezed, unable to suck up enough air. "You're wonderful. That big cock is wonderful, son."

"I love you too, Mom. I love your tight, slut pussy. Let me show you!" I screamed again as suddenly, like a beast unleashed in lusty rage, Jonny began to fuck me fast and furiously, pumping my cunt with that thick pole with savage purpose.

The remnants of my last orgasm flared anew and became something more wild and savage, my body quaking with pleasure until at last my son thrust deep into my womb and pumped a load of steaming hot semen inside me, sending me into carnal oblivion – the entire world vanishing and I existed alone in the universe – alone except for that supernatural flesh jammed into my cunt and providing me with incestuous ecstasy that tore apart my very being and rebuilt me anew.

When I was myself again, I was being carried upstairs, still impaled on my son's cock, erotic pleasure reducing me to a helpless mound of quivering flesh. "I love you so much, son," I whimpered meekly, unable to wipe the tears of joy from my face.

"I know you do, Mom," Jonny said. "And you know who you belong to – who you serve, don't you?"

"Ohhhh, I do, baby. I belong to my son...forever," I replied, groggy and falling asleep again in the wake of a good incestuous fucking. I slipped peacefully into sleep for the first time in many years, safe and happy in the arms of my man...my son and lover.

Three days later, I said the vows that made my son my second husband. As I did the first time, the ceremony ended with me on my knees, again sucking the cock of Father McFee, now old and gray, but with a little coaxing from my lips and tongue, still able to get erect and consecrate the marriage of my son and me with a healthy load of sperm.

I am again the happy and willing slut of a man that I know loves me without reserve. I eagerly agreed to do his bidding at all times – whatever it takes to make my son happy, I will happily do it. Things are somewhat different this time. Jonny is more possessive than his father ever was – not sharing me nearly as often as Daddy did.

Still, my son was inspired by Daddy's collection of our sexual history. I never realized that Daddy had recorded many of our most intimate acts, both alone and with others – that he had the house wired with cameras and had over the years documented many poker games, football gathering and apparently with Mr. Richter's blessings, our foursomes and my sexual encounters with Danielle. In addition to my writings about thousands of blow jobs I'd given to friends and strangers, Daddy had kept journals as well, journals always intended to be given to our son as a guide in keeping me as Jonny's sexual property. There was a perverse glee echoing in the journals, but also Daddy's love and concern for my happiness were evident throughout his writings.

With Daddy's efforts as inspiration, Jonny did revive the poker games, albeit the games were different with Jonny's friends – young, virile studs. I was certainly on my knees more of the time as those young cocks never seemed to go down no matter how many loads of cum I swallowed and each game ended with a gang bang with me as the guest of honor. Jonny would see his friends to the door while I lay atop Daddy's old and still cum-stained poker table with thick loads of semen oozing from my ass and cunt.

We also enjoyed trysts with Mr. Richter and his daughter Danielle, renewing my love of her sweet red haired cunt and with their now adult twin daughters, both lovely and horny. All four of us did our best to exhaust our men, leaving them weary but extremely pleased. 

Jonny toyed with reviving Daddy's commands to suck a new cock every day, but prefers to take his mother out in public, dressed as the slutty whore she is and pick targets for me to pursue and seduce. My son enjoys watching me stalk my prey and hearing stories of sucking cock and drinking some stranger's semen.

Most of all, Jonny enjoys spending days at a time in bed with his mother, both of us becoming drunk with endless sex, until we both reek like rutting animals. Sometimes it seems that I go weeks at a time without clothes, my son's cock inside me more than its out of me.

Today, I am focused on one all important command of my son's. Like his father before him, he wants me to give him a child. Specifically, we hope to have a daughter to hopefully carry on the family tradition. If I can give my son a daughter, I have no doubt of the eventual outcome. Daddy was right – what we are – our lusty nature is inherited in our blood.

The End



The Inheritance



My name is Bill Knight and I'm 39 years old. I'm tall, six feet three inches, two hundred twenty pounds, sandy hair, green eyes; I have a muscular build and keep myself in shape. I work out a lot, but I also remodel houses, doing most of the work myself.

I'm divorced after a fourteen year marriage. My wife was the chairperson of a fundraising effort for our local library and she and the co-chair, a lawyer named Bo Jackson, decided that some of their time would be well spent fucking instead of fundraising. 

How I found out; I walked in on them. He was buried in her pussy, her dress was up over her backside and her panties pulled to one side and she was bent over our kitchen table, In my house, our house. 

I came home at 8:45 in the morning, having left for work at 7:30. I'd forgotten a set of plans I'd been working on for a remodel I was doing. I got all the way to the job site and remembered that I'd left the plans in my home office on the desk. Dottie, my wife, would be busy planning her fundraiser, so I wouldn't bother her, just slip in and out without being noticed, no problem.

So as not to disturb her meeting, I saw the guy's car in the driveway, I just slipped around back and thought I'd use the kitchen sliding glass door to enter the house and go into my office, right off the kitchen, get my plans and leave the same way. Turns out, they were using the kitchen. I rounded the outside corner of the house, came to the sliding door, looked in and there they were, banging away with their backs to me. 

I stood there watching, I could hear them talking to one another, "oof oof oof oof" she was grunting with each thrust.

"Like that do ya little lady?" He asked, panting slightly.

"Oh, yes, oof oof. I oof love it. You are oof oof big, so big."

"Does pencil dick come home for lunch today?" He asked not missing a beat.

"Oof no, he has a luncheon oof appointment with his client oof oof. I'm going to come, don't stop." She uttered.

He began to speed up his thrusting; I slid the door open and stepped inside the room, standing less than five feet from the copulating couple. They did not hear me; they were making so much noise themselves I stood there as she started orgasming.

"Oh, I'm coming," He said.

She was in the throes of her orgasm and I just reached between their bodies, grabbed his cock with my hand and pulled him out of her, his cock squirting as I did.

"Don't pull out, I need that, push it in," She demanded, turning her head toward him, actually me.

I held his cock with my right hand and hit him with my left hand laying his nose over onto his cheek, blood squirting, his cock still squirting. He fell to the ground; he'd not spoken a word.

"Oh, Bill." She said, still in the throes of her orgasm, but it was fading. 

"Dottie, get your fucking stuff and get out. We're done. Move it." I said.

"Bill, I'm....sorry. I don't know what..."

"Move or I'll move you bitch, choose which right now." I warned. She'd never heard me speak like this. She was still standing bent partially, her skirt above her waist, her panties pulled to the side, with her pussy lips engorged, poking out, moisture dribbling onto her legs. She had his first ropes of come on her ass.

Her lawyer lover was on his way to his feet with anger written in blood on his face. I hit him in his face again, now breaking his cheek bone. He was out for the count.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Please...," She started.

I grabbed a hand full of her hair, wadded up her dress in back and walked her to the front door, opening it and moving her to the porch. I closed and locked the door, bolting it and using the safety chain. Then I walked back over to her lover and rolled him outside the kitchen door, into the back yard. He lay there with no pants on; they were inside the house, behind the locked glass door. I rifled through his pockets, threw his keys in a parts bin in my office removed his billfold and hid it in my office too. Then I wadded his pants, suit coat, socks and underwear and put them in the washing machine with two cups of bleach and started it on the hot water only cycle. I did all this while I was waiting for the cops.

I had dialed 9-1-1, told them to send officers. That I'd just found my wife and her lover having sex and there was a fight. They were both outside the house, but that I was inside and would wait for the police indoors.

"Are there weapons involved? The dispatcher asked. 

"Nope, just fists." I responded. "I think I broke my hand, and I think his nose is broken. My wife is in front and he is in back right now."

The lawyer, Mr. Jackson, filed charges against me, and I was arrested a few days later for assault and battery and theft of personal property. 

It didn't matter to me, I was all in anyhow and if I didn't work she didn't eat. That was fine with me. I'd gladly sit this out in jail. Besides, I'd had time to spend the two hundred thirty dollars in his billfold on frivolous stuff I thought I wanted. His credit cards never were found. 

He, her lover, was pretty seriously hurt as it turned out and my hand was broken. A couple of years later, the news that he'd become addicted to Oxycontin, was music to my ears. He'd gotten hooked on pain meds.

I spent 60 days in jail while the trial went on, refusing to bail myself out or to accept anyone else's bail offering. At the end of the trial, the judge sentenced me to 1 year in county lockup with two months already having been served. I smiled at the judge, and never looked back at her as I left the courtroom.

I had been operating my business by the skin of my teeth. We were always close with money. Times were hard and I was barely surviving, so it didn't take long, with no savings and no income for her to fall behind with the bills. Every extra dime I could scrape together went for tools, materials, things I needed for the job I was on. I was building my business, but it was far from built.

I thought we were in it together and would make it because we were dedicated not to live paycheck to paycheck working for the other guy, but building, working together owning our own business. Dottie did my books so she knew very well there were no funds. I do not know what came over her to fuck around like she did, but it destroyed us. I suppose it was his powers of persuasion as a lawyer. She probably was vulnerable at 14 years in the marriage mark, but so was I, and I was faithful to her. I do not know if she cheated on me with anyone else, but it doesn't matter to me any more.

She'd leave the marriage, as I would; broke. We lost the house, lost my tools, my two work trucks but she got to keep her old 2002 Oldsmobile. We didn't have the money to file for divorce, so we just went our separate ways.

My folks were extremely upset with us. They wanted grandchildren and I wasn't giving them any. My brothers, I had three, all had kids, but they wanted some from us all. My dad broke off communication with me, disowning me for being a brute. My mom must have agreed, because she never indicated I was welcome or that she wanted to see me or talk to me.

So, I spent my year in jail and was released penniless. I still had job skills and did find a job right away. One of my competitors always had admired my work and offered me work when I asked, without hesitation. I was so grateful for that.

After a few months, I found out Dottie was in the next town over. I spent some of my meager earnings and filed for divorce against her. She never fought it and it went through in six months, the mandatory minimum.

A couple of years later, my folks were killed in a violent car wreck. It was foggy and they didn't slow down. They hit a semi who was just creeping along in the fog, and then a second semi slammed into them. They died in a fiery crash.

My brothers became wealthy men. They received cash, stocks, worldly goods, mother's jewelry, several rental properties and I got a symbolic remembrance, too.

I inherited a house. It was a rundown firetrap slum house in a Northeastern Colorado small town. The value was $7,000, according to the inventory in the will. It was symbolic, I figured, because it was my folks telling me what they thought of our relationship with me, of me, run down and worthless.

However, the old house did have a renter, Caroline Canter and her 4 year old daughter Gracie. She was a late twenties widow, whose husband had been killed in Iraq about the same week as their daughter was being born. 

The town that the house was in was 80 miles from where I lived. My dad had foreclosed on someone and took the house away, and then he rented it out, never putting any money into it to fix it up, just collecting rent.

I drove over to the town and met my renter and saw my property. I was shocked at the squalor and poor conditions. She was paying $350 per month plus utilities. The heat bill was astronomical because the windows were no good and there was no insulation. The place was a heap.

I told Caroline that as of today, she was not paying rent. I also said that if it was ok, I'd begin extensive remodeling and they'd have to live in part of the house while I was working on another part. 

She was floored, but said, "Sure, that'd be great Bill."

I had to have materials, so I asked my boss if he'd let me have the leftovers from the jobs we were doing. There were always a lot of waste and leftover materials. It beat having to haul them to the dump, so he agreed. I also asked him for permission to work 3 - 13 hour days per week and take the rest of the week and work on my rental house. He agreed to try it, though he was skeptical.

I went to the local bank and was able to get a $2,500 loan using the rental house as collateral. Actually, the lot and the sewer and water taps were worth $25,000 or more, if a guy were building a new property. So, I convinced the banker to let me have a little cash so I could buy some things that I couldn't get from our jobsites. It would be tight, but I'd do the best I could.

I moved Caroline and her girl into one bedroom, one bathroom, the kitchen, and closed off the living room and two other bedrooms. I decided to just gut the insides and rebuild the floor plan. 

The very first day, I tore into the wall in the back bedroom closet; there was a metal box in it, embedded in the wall. The box was twice the size of a shoe box, same depth about, but longer and wider and, quite heavy. That old house had originally been built in 1898. That box was in an original wall. It had been there over one hundred ten years. I opened the box; I had to cut an old lock off it with a hacksaw. 

With wonder and awe, I pried open the lid to that old metal box. Inside it were stacks and stacks of $50 and $100 bills. I found 330 one ounce gold coins, all minted from 1878 to 1898. They were in new condition, still in their original bank issued paper rolls. 

Additionally, I found a silk purse with 63 large diamonds in it, all cut and huge and shining like the day they were put in that bag. There were also other coins, silver dollars and some very old coins from the early 1800's that I didn't know much about. 

I was stunned. I sat there on the floor of that old worthless firetrap of a house and wondered what my folks would think about this, a treasure hidden amongst their statement of ruin to me.

Back in my home town, my next door neighbor, Dave Relihan, was a retired guy who was really into old coins and money. He bought and sold on eBay all the time, constantly telling me, "Hey Bill, you gotta see this new Silver Eagle I bought last week." That type of stuff. I needed to go see him first thing.

I took some of that borrowed $2500 and rented a cozy house for Caroline and Gracie. I said, "It's just too much, this remodel. There is too much to do, you guys move in here and I'll let you move back in to my house when I'm done with it."

"But, I can't afford the rent on this new place, Bill." Caroline said haltingly. She'd dealt with my dad and knew he wouldn't give her anything, so she was hesitant with me.

"I know, Caroline. But this house is going to be too dirty and too much work and with you in it, it might be unsafe at times. I'll feel better with you all here until I'm done." I told her.

I loaded up my box of old coins and cash and took it home. I called Dave, my neighbor and asked him if he'd be interested in selling a bunch of old coins and old currency for me.

"Sure, whaddya got?" He asked thinking I just had a few old coins I'd found.

"I have a lot, Dave. We need to make an agreement." I said.

I said I wanted him to list them on eBay and get the best price he could. We worked out that he'd get 5% of whatever they brought.

He said, "Well, the best price would be from coin enthusiasts personally, go to coin shows and sell them, and he'd contact coin hounds that he knew. He said, "We could even have an auction, if you have enough." He said that tongue in cheek like I'd think I was doing big business.

But, when he saw the amount and the rarity of what I had, he was stupefied. We sat down and listed each coin and bill, he graded them and then looked them up. As collector's items, I had somewhere close to two million two hundred seventy thousand dollars' worth of old coins and out of circulation currency, according to his estimates. They were all in pristine condition, some very old and rare and worth way more than face value. 

Dave set about putting everything in protective sleeves and coin holders. We needed a plan. 

I felt like I could trust my neighbor. He was born and raised in our town, I knew his folks and I knew him all my life. He was a hard worker and had raised a good family and then was widowed. I'd sooner trust him than just about anyone. It turns out that was a very good move on my part. He realized we needed to be quiet about this find, that we were subject to theft or even worse if the wrong information became available to the wrong people.

Dave had scrupulous morals and was accountable to me to the penny. He volunteered, every single time we got together, the latest facts and figures, inventory level and what the markets were doing if anything on what I had left to sell. He was in tall cotton himself, enjoying this new task. He'd found a new purpose and was making good money for himself on the side.

I told him, "Let's sell it off a little at a time. Sell a little on eBay. Take some to the various coin shows, take selected items to some of your coin collector buddies and let them bid against one another on them."

It worked. Over the next six months we sold about one fourth of it. Only it brought a million and fifty thousand dollars. We were going to come out great.

Meanwhile, I decided to tear the old house down and just build a new one from scratch. It'd be so much better. Now I could afford to buy new materials and it would be a great project for me for the next year. I bought a small camping trailer and moved it onto the lot so I had a place to live. Then I just began tearing it down and hauling it off.

I finally had to quit my old job, it was just too much. My boss wasn't too happy with me, but I could only stretch so far, and with things looking up like they were, I had to set my priorities. Working for him wasn't one of them. But, he'd really done right by me, so I bought his business another van; the kind carpenters use with ladder racks. He was growing and prospering, but was strapped for cash and just couldn't spring for a new truck. It cost me thirty thousand dollars, but it smoothed out the rough edges between us, after he'd given me the opportunity he had. We were going to be ok.

I went over to Caroline and Gracie's house and told them what I was planning to do. After four years as a widow, and with such limited opportunity in this small town, Caroline was overwhelmed with my plans. They were living on welfare and those government benefits that her young marine husband had left, which were minimal. She couldn't afford day care and there were no jobs in that town, anyhow. She volunteered to help me rebuild her house in exchange for her current rent and the daycare I offered to pay for her daughter, when she needed it. I always kept track of her hours and paid her more than the going rate for an apprentice carpenter, deducting her rent and daycare. But she always got some cash extra, so she was tickled with that.

I gladly accepted and we got started. Caroline is a pretty girl; down to earth, next door type, nice figure and extremely sweet disposition. She has brown hair, just to her shoulders, brown eyes and kind of light olive colored skin. She's five feet five inches and weighs about one hundred five pounds. She's lean and small breasted, but she fills her jeans out in royal fashion, with tight buns, great legs and such a pretty smile and endearing look in her eyes.

When the weather was nice, we'd bring Gracie along and keep her in her own fenced in play area, where we could watch her as we worked. When the weather was bad, we had day care for her. It gave Caroline a break from her and it gave us time alone, working on the house. We began to grow closer.

I did not, however, share with Caroline about my windfall. She never asked and I never volunteered where the money was coming from to build this house. 

She did want to know more about how I came to own the house, about my marriage and divorce. I told her about my divorce and spending a year in jail because of beating my ex-wife's lover and stealing his billfold. I also told her about my parent's disappointment with me and that they left me the house as a sign that our relationship was in shambles. She lowered her eyes and wouldn't look at me when I said that. 

I asked her if my dad had treated her ok. She refused to look at me, and just didn't answer, shrugging her shoulders. That was troubling, indeed.

We were making good progress on the new house. It had taken us three weeks to tear down the old one and haul it off. We were in our sixth month of building on the new one, it was all framed and enclosed, roof on it. It was winter and we were plumbing, wiring, building and working away inside all day, every day. 

We'd been going pretty hard, and hadn't really relaxed any during this entire time. By now, Dave had sold off more coins, a few at a time, and I was trying to find a place to hide all that cash. I had a little less than a million dollars in cash.

It was Friday night and we were both exhausted. I said, "Let's knock off for a couple of days, Caroline, recharge and rest some. We haven't taken any time off and we need to see something else for a day." 

"Oh, ok," She replied. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I just need a break and I'm betting you do too. Let's take Gracie to the Denver Zoo tomorrow, waddya say?" I said.

"Ooh, she's never been to the zoo. She'd love it. I guess I would too, Bill." Caroline replied.

"Ok, we need some supper and then sleep. Go home and I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow morning, ok?"

We drove the one hundred eighty miles to Denver, stopping in Fort Morgan for a breakfast of sausage, eggs, pancakes, coffee and juice. Gracie just ate off our plates. We were like a family, just us three sitting together sharing the day.

The zoo was a hoot. Grace was totally in love with the animals. She loved the monkeys; Caroline liked the lions and bears. I liked being with Caroline and Gracie. Gracie wore out and I carried her on the last part of the trek around the park. 

It was late, "It's three hours back and it's going to be dark. Let's stay up here in Denver tonight; I'll spring for a couple of rooms and our meals." I offered.

"Bill, you've done so much, I don't know how to thank you. Whatever you want is fine with us, we just love being with you, so you decide and we will love it." Caroline answered.

"Tomorrow we'll go by the big aquarium and spend a few hours there, then back, that ok?" I asked.




The Inheritance



We checked in to the La Quinta Inn at Peoria and 44th in Denver. I got adjoining rooms with a door that passes between them, but either room can lock the other one out. 

We had dinner at the Outback Steakhouse and Caroline and I each had a Foster's. 

We were tired, and before we said good night, Caroline hugged me. We were standing just inside her room by the adjoining door. "Thanks so much, Bill. You are a wonderful man. We've truly enjoyed the day so much"

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. There was no tongue, but it wasn't just a brush, it was a long lip to lip kiss with her arms around my neck. My arms circled her waist and my hands folded at the small of her back. She must have removed her bra, because I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my abdomen through her light sweater.

I responded with a very hard erection and she pressed her stomach into it, just holding and swaying gently. 

Gracie stirred and we broke our embrace, looking longingly into one another's eyes. I smiled and stepped into my room as she went to put Gracie on the pottie and then to bed.

I pushed my door closed, but not latched. I went into the bathroom; showered and brushed my teeth. I crawled into bed naked, like I always do and was asleep in seconds.

It was pitch black, there was no sound at all but something had moved and awoken me. Ever so gently I felt a soft caress begin on the side of my stomach, up to my nipple and then down the center of my abdomen and onto my cock. She grasped it softly and gently kneaded my balls, as she slipped into the bed and cuddled up beside me pressing her breasts into my skin and laying one leg over my thighs, rubbing her furry pussy on me, applying pressure with it. She lay her head on my shoulder as she continued her contact with my lower belly, my cock and balls, ever so gently touching and caressing me.

"Is this all right?" She quietly asked.

"Oh, this is fine." I replied. "I may not last too long; I haven't been with anyone for a while."

"That shouldn't be a problem; I may not last too long either. I haven't been with anyone in a while, too." She giggled.

I noticed the sweet aroma of female arousal, and realized how I missed that. I turned to kiss her, opening my mouth. I was met with her tongue, then her lips and great cleansing breaths of air as she heated up rapidly, grinding her furry patch of female genitilia against my hip and holding onto my rock hard cock jacking it slowly. 

I kicked the covers off the bed and told her if she didn't slow down, I'd come. 

"Oh, ok. Like this?" And she kissed down my shoulder and licked my nipple, then she trailed her tongue down my long torso, circling my belly button and nuzzling her nose in my pubic hair. My cock was laying on top of her head as she sniffed great lungfulls of my musky scent in through the area above it. We were almost in a 69 position, but her ass was away from my head, her knees instead bent there at my upper body.

"Don't move." She warned as she began the ascent on my cock from the base to the tip above it.

When she reached the tip, she licked the pre cum from it and then opened her mouth, enveloping the head of my engorged steel rod and began sucking. 

That was it, I ejaculated. I never had a chance to warn her, it hit me like a freight train and I spewed rope after rope into her waiting mouth as she gulped down the best I had to offer.

All I could do was moan and hump into her. I was helpless at her merciful hands and mouth. She had all the power, I was hers.

"I couldn't hold it back. It came so quickly." I apologized.

"Shh! It's a compliment Bill. Don't apologize. It means I haven't lost my touch." She giggled.

"No, you haven't lost, not your touch nor your suck." I laughed.

She scooted back up to my face and crawled on top of me, straddling me, seeking my mouth with hers. She definitely was the aggressor and she wanted to lead the way. We opened our mouths and kissed, I tasted my sperm on her lips and tongue, she squirmed on me, leaving a wet trail everywhere she dragged her pussy, and she dragged it all over my torso.

She found the point of my hip and masturbated herself there, impaling herself slightly on that hip joint that juts out rubbing her clit on it and holding my hands at bay, keeping me on my back.

She came with a jolt and she shoved her pubic bone into my hip bone. I wondered if it didn't hurt, but she was unfazed and continued massaging my whole body with her ever wet silky hairy pussy. She dragged it down one leg and back up the other, stopping to hump herself to small orgasms on each knee.

She straddled my body and humped my nipples, really quite violently convulsing over my right one. And in all this, I hadn't touched her at all with my hands. My body was becoming familiar with her though, except she had yet to impale herself on my penis. After having her orgasm over my right nipple, she reached around to find my penis and found it rock hard again.

Slowly, she descended, rubbing her pussy forcefully on my chest and stomach on her way down. She guided my cock into her pussy and in one motion she pushed, it was fully inside her.

She gasped as it seated at its greatest depth, bumping against her cervix. I felt her shudder and pump slightly twice. Then, with suddenness, she began sliding forwards and backwards on it, the backwards stroke rubbing her clit and the forwards stroke rubbing her g-spot and hitting her cervix. In moments she shrieked a guttural scream and shuddered in orgasm, I felt her bodily fluids gush all over me, flowing down onto the sheets and bed. Huge amounts of moisture and with great shaking she stopped her moving forwards and backwards on my cock, just sitting still while it subsided, but her body shaking and shuddering.

She collapsed onto me, still impaled, "Oh, Bill that was so wonderful. Thank you. You are such a good lover." She cried.

"I was just here, sweetie. You are the good lover, "I chuckled.

"But, knowing enough to let me have it my way this first time, you didn't have to prove yourself, you are smart enough to know I was headed there and needed you to let me find my own way." She said.

"We'll have plenty of times to explore and make one another happy. I needed this tonight, Bill. Now I need to get back into my room and see after Gracie. But, Bill, we are now 'with privileges' any time you want, ok?"

I hadn't even asked her or pressured her for sex. I had kept myself respectfully away and decent in conversation. It was her. She made her mind up with no pressure from me. What a new concept for me. 

The next morning, we left our rooms and were walking down the hallway. The maids were busy in already vacated rooms cleaning away. I thought I recognized one of the ladies. It was my ex-wife, Dottie. She looked at me with utter amazement and saw Caroline, Gracie and I were together. I nodded my head, said, "Hello Dottie" and walked on down to the office.

I whispered to Caroline, "My ex-wife, wait'll she finds that huge wet spot."

Caroline blushed and squeezed my arm as we walked on by.

When we got back, I called Dave and asked him what he knew about the diamonds. He said he really didn't know much. He dabbled in coins and currencies but diamonds were out of his league.

"Where do I go to find out, then?" I asked.

"I'll call a buddy who also does coins, he's bought some of yours already, and see what he says, ok?"

"Yep, hurry, I need to know some things." I replied.

My phone rang a half hour later, "Bill?" He asked.

"This is Bill, who's this?"

"Brad Stenson. Dave told me to call you; said that you may have some diamonds and want to talk about them."

"Yes, thanks for calling Brad. Are you a jeweler?"

"Yes, in that I make jewelry. I don't have a Zales store or anything like that. I specialize in making something special as folks kind of can design their own, then I try and make it." He said.

"Ok, when can I come see you and where are you located?" I asked.

"I'll be in my shop all week this week. The address is 2330 Walnut Grove Hill in Fort Collins. Just come on up and knock. I'll be here." He replied.

"I'll be there Tuesday, Brad. Thanks."

I called Dave and he told me he was reputable and would do a great job. "You'll be able to see his work when you go into his shop, he has photos of things he's created and probably will have some stuff on hand, too." 

I told Caroline I had to go up to the Front Range on business on Tuesday and wouldn't be there. She wanted to know if there was work she could be doing while I was gone, and I set her up painting a couple of rooms we had nearly finished. I never let on what was on my mind. I wanted to surprise her.

I stopped by Dave's and picked up my little silk bag of diamonds and then headed for Fort Collins on Tuesday. 

"Mr. Stenson, you really do some stunning work, according to these pictures on the wall; they all yours?" I asked as I walked around looking at blowup photos of dozens of rings, pendants, brooches, necklaces, earrings, and bracelets.

"Yup, I made every one of them, he said. Thanks for appreciating my work. What can I do for you, Mr. Knight?" He answered.

"Well, I'm in love. And I have some loose diamonds and some 22K Gold coins. I want you to fashion a stunning gold and diamond engagement and wedding ring for the lady that I love." I said.

"I'd have to melt the coins; are they US currency? It would be illegal to melt US Currency, Mr. Knight." He said.

"I figured that. I have a $50 24k gold Canadian Maple Leaf too. Can you melt that, it is pure gold, more pure than the US gold, right?" I asked.

"I can melt that Maple Leaf, no problem. There is a problem though. Being pure gold, it is soft and will scratch easily. It is best to alloy them with copper or something to make them tougher and less likely to be damaged." He advised.

"You want a penny then, sir?" I inquired. I gave him an old 1803 half cent worth $1,300 to use for alloy.

We talked several hours about what I wanted for a matching set engagement ring and wedding ring. I showed him the diamonds and I thought he'd poop his pants when he saw them. 

I told him I needed an appraisal on the diamonds, and that I wanted to sell those that we didn't use in the ring, if he could assist me in that. 

I left him as he was examining those diamonds closely. He advised that he'd get started on the rings and that it'd be a couple of months total for him to complete this large task. 

"Take your time and do it right." I advised. "Two months is fine."

In just two weeks he contacted me. He'd keep 12 of the prettiest, nicest diamonds out for the rings, and had a firm offer for the remaining 51. He asked me to drive up to Fort Collins to meet with the potential buyer. I picked Dave up on the way.

The buyer had flown into Denver and then rented a car to drive to Fort Collins. He'd flown in from Tel Aviv, Israel. Apparently he'd been there in Fort Collins looking at the diamonds, a day before Brad Stenson had called me. He was closely examining the diamonds and conferring with his company back in Israel, sending photos of the Diamonds and seriously considering what we had.

"Mr Knight, we have determined that these diamonds were cut right in Tel Aviv in around 1880, they were among the first batch that our diamond cutters ever put out for sale to the public. We were under Arab rule at the time, and had to secretly operate our business. These are extremely valuable, not only as diamonds but as historical Israeli gems. These are very valuable diamonds discovered in Africa and transported to, what is now Israel. How in the world did you end up with them?" He informed, asked and mused.

"I inherited a piece of property and the jewels were in a silk purse in the walls of the house. I tore it down, found them and have been looking to find their appraised value and possibly sell those that I don't want to use in the rings for my future fiancée." I answered honestly.

"Do you have the silk purse, as well?" He asked.

"Yes, of course. Brad, where is it?" I asked.

A guilty look came over his face, "I have it in my safe. I was hoping to hold onto it after our transaction. It has value too Mr. Knight."

"Ok, well, let's decide what we have here. Tell me your offer, Mr... I don't believe I got your name?" I said to the Israeli gem buyer.

"My name is Leibowitz, Mr. Knight. Herman Leibowitz. I am a representative of Tel Aviv Gems, Inc., an Israeli entity. We trade in precious stones, especially diamonds all over the world. For your information, many of these same diamonds that you have were plundered by the Nazis and invading hordes of Huns through the past century. We place a very high value on them, sir." He informed me.

"Herman, I have fifty one diamonds for sale, here. What is your offer?" I asked. "These diamonds have been in the same location since 1898, as far as I can tell and were not part of any Nazi plundering."

"Sir, I happen to know that there are sixty three of the diamonds, and that twelve of them are being held back by Mr. Stenson. We'd pay very handsomely for your entire lot, say twelve million dollars?" he offered.

"Mr. Leibowitz, give me a minute, will you, while I confer with my friend?" I asked.

I took Dave across the street to the Village Inn Pancake House and we ordered free pie and coffee. It was free pie day, Wednesday if you order any one regular item off the menu. We ordered coffee.

"What do you think, Dave?" I asked.

"Bill, my boy, It's up to you. We have another three million, more or less, in coins and currency left to sell. I had no idea these diamonds were so hefty. The Jews seem to want them as a national treasure. I guess you need to make your own mind up, but I am not sure you can get more money." He advised.

"I mean, what about the twelve diamonds that I had Stenson set apart for Caroline's rings? Do I let him have them, or not?" I asked.

"Never mind," I said, "I know what I'm going to do. I just needed a moment to clear my thinking. Drink up, let's go back." I rushed him.

"Mr. Leibowitz, the twelve diamonds are not part of my offering to you. I've offered the fifty one and that is all I have to sell, sir. Please make a fair gesture towards those, if you will." I announced.

He didn't like that one bit. He asked to be excused, to call Tel Aviv. In half an hour he came back.

"Mr. Knight. I appreciate the sentimental value these diamonds may have, especially if you have a special lady in mind for them. But, in the bigger picture, sir, the Nation of Israel asks you to understand these are a Treasure for us, made cut and fashioned with our own ancestor's hands. It was on these very diamonds that our forefathers learned their craft. We would consider it a high honor if you'd rethink your stance and allow us to purchase all sixty three diamonds, and we'll offer you double our previous offer, twenty four million dollars." He said wide-eyed.

"Now, I will have get back to you. Stay in Fort Collins for a week, will you, While I decide? Meanwhile, I'm calling London and Zurich to see what these things may be worth. Brad, please bundle all that I have, put them back in the silk purse and give them to me." I ordered. "Put the rings on hold for now."

I never called Zurich or London. I just left and went home to think. On one hand, these were important to this man, so much so that he was offering more than their actual value, because of their significance to the Jews.

On the other hand, how could I short my beloved the best money could buy, if I was able to provide it?

On yet another hand, a ring is a ring is a ring. Diamonds and gold whether worth millions or tens of thousands, pretty much make the same point, don't they? Liz Taylor had 8 or 9 husbands and some of them gave her the most expensive diamonds the world has ever known. It didn't seem to matter, she still divorced them left and right.

"Mr Leibowitz, this is Bill Knight. I'd like to come back to Fort Collins and meet with you privately. Could we meet in your motel or in a bank somewhere?" I asked.

"Of course, Mr. Knight; you'll be welcome in my hotel room. I have communications with Tel Aviv direct here and if some discussion is needed with the big boys back home, we can connect direct." He amiably replied.

We settled on twenty six million dollars. They got all sixty three diamonds. They wired the money to a bank in Zurich. Before I relinquished the diamonds, I confirmed the transaction with the bank.

I drove over to Brad Stenson's place and he had drawings of ideas for me for a new set of rings. 

"How did you know I'd sell all those diamonds?" I asked.

"Because you were offered so much more than they're worth, you'd have been foolish to refuse. I don't think you are a fool. That's why." He replied.

I picked a design and he set about to make the rings. It would cost me fifty thousand dollars. My Caroline would love them.

We finished the house a year to the week after we'd started tearing it down. We spent the day moving her and Gracie in. When she walked in, all new furniture in every room occupied the space. 

In the center of the King Sized bed in the master bedroom was a small box lying on an envelope. Caroline was walking around the house, going from room to room looking and sighing her oohs and aahs, remarking about this and that. The new furniture was a surprise, though she'd seen the whole house many times.

When she walked into the master bedroom, she saw the box. "What's this?" She queried.

She opened the card: Caroline, I never knew love until I met you. Please marry me. --Bill

She broke out crying and opened the ring box. She nearly choked on her tears at the beauty and size of engagement ring. Unique in all the world, none like it anywhere, nor on any other woman's hand; it was hers as my offering of fidelity and cherished love.

I stood back, silent, in the doorway, with Gracie in my arms while Caroline processed what was happening. She kept her back to me, she was sobbing, unable to even turn to speak. Her body wracked with her sobs. 

Finally, she turned and I saw her face; her eyes red, tears streaming, mucous flowing from her nose, saliva drooling from her mouth, sobs coming from down deep inside her.

"I... never expected...to be...happy again. This past year has been the best of my life. I don't deserve a man like you, but I will spend every day of my life making you happy. When this finally comes to a close, you will have known that Almighty God, Himself joined us, Bill Knight. I love you and I accept your proposal."

"Why's mommy crying?" Gracie asked me.

"She's just happy honey." I said. 

We hugged and wept together there in the master bedroom. We were married the following week by the district court judge in his courtroom. Dave was my best man and Gracie was Caroline's bridesmaid and ring bearer and guest of honor. I adopted Gracie and she has my last name, Knight. 

I told Caroline of our wealth, after our wedding night. She was shocked and said she was glad she didn't know before, because nobody could accuse her of gold digging since she knew nothing about the treasure. This was all about love, not for any other reason.

Dave Relihan, my neighbor from my home town finally sold the last of the treasures from that old metal box. I cleared a little over four million dollars and he received five percent of that; two hundred thousand dollars for the coins. I also paid him one million three hundred thousand for his cut of the diamonds. All told, he receive a million five hundred thousand for his efforts. He was ecstatic. So was I.

There's plenty of work for a remodel business in this town, so Caroline and I set up housekeeping in our new house and I went to work remodeling folks' bathrooms and basements.

What a great wife she is. What a great daughter I have. Gracie and I have bonded and she's as much a daddy's girl as her mom is my girl. 




The Inheritance



I did hear that Bo Jackson, the lawyer went through drug treatment and failed. He was back on oxycontin, maybe even worse. I think his practice is pretty well closed down, since he can't seem to remember court dates and appointment schedules with potential clients. His wife left him and cleaned him out when I went to jail.

Dottie, my ex was still cleaning rooms, the last I heard, over on Peoria and 44th at the LaQuinta Inn. At least she was gainfully employed and earning her own way.

Life is a struggle, to be sure, and we all have them. What we do with our time here is ours to choose. One day, the choices will not be ours to make. I'm so glad I found and chose Caroline and Gracie; and, I am so glad they chose me. 

My inheritance was intended as a slap in my face by two angry parents, expressing their disapproval with me. It turned into a blessing financially, though the sting of a parent's disapproval never diminishes. 

Caroline told me that my dad had tried to molest her when he rented that house to her, offering her free rent in exchange for sexual favors. She had refused his advances and was able, barely, to keep her rent paid. She said it all was just a month or so away from collapse, though, when I came along.

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-Pultoy



The Inheritance



It must have been my week for shocks. It started Wednesday at work. I received a telegram telling me that my Uncle Roger had died. I didn't even know he was ill. He had canceled our usual summer campout but I thought he must have just been busy. An even bigger shock was the line that required me to be at the reading of the will. They even sent me instructions for travel by air.

I showed the telegram to my boss and requested three days of bereavement leave. He emphatically said, "NO!" I would have to take vacation time instead. I thought that was strange because the company I worked for was a division of my Uncle's corporation, Pacific Explorations. I was sure that I was authorized the leave. After arguing with him for half an hour I told him I wanted two weeks of vacation. He denied my request. I thought he was strangely hostile. I couldn't understand it.

At lunch time I took the telegram to Human Resources. They granted me the leave without batting an eye but they wouldn't give me the vacation without my bosses approval. I shrugged it off. I thought I'd go to the funeral and the reading of the will. When I got the vacation I'd go camping and remember all the times I'd gone camping with Roger. He didn't have any children of his own and his wife, aunt Abigail, died three years ago. We'd camped for a week every summer since I was twelve. He was almost like a surrogate father to me. He really helped me grieve after my father and mother, his sister, died in a plane crash returning home from my college graduation ceremony. I wondered what he had left me. I knew it wouldn't be much but was happy that he thought of me at all.

About two in the afternoon my boss called me in and chew my ass up one side and down the other over me going to HR. He assigned me to straight mid-shifts starting the Tuesday following my bereavement leave. He threatened, "You may have gotten over this time but you'll pay for it. Believe me you'll pay." He turned and stomped off before I had a chance to say anything.

The following morning I went to the airport in San Diego. I checked all the airline ticket counters and was uniformly told that there was no ticket waiting for me. I reread the telegram and almost slapped my forehead. It plainly stated that I was to go to the private charter terminal. I retrieved my car from long term parking and drove to the private terminal. I almost lost my cool when I found Uncle Roger's corporate jet waiting to pick me up. I'm sure my jaw was hanging open all the way up the steps into the plane. I'd expected a coach class ticket not VIP treatment.

I mulled things over all the way from San Diego to Monterey. My mind was still churning as the fields around Monterey materialize out of the fog as we were coming in for a landing. 

My next surprise was being met by my Uncle's limo and his personal assistant, Audrey. Audrey was a slim willowy woman who stood about five foot eight in, what looked like extremely uncomfortable, five inch heels. Her auburn hair was rolled tightly in a french roll. She was dressed in a conservative business suit, the skirt came down just below her knees and she wore black hose. She wore little jewelry, onyx studs in her ears with a small diamond mounted in each stud and a tasteful onyx necklace. There was a feminine and tasteful watch on her wrist. She was beautiful. I was becoming numb to surprises when we drove, not to a hotel but to my Uncle's estate. Audrey had my luggage put in one of the guest suites.

After I'd freshened up Audrey sat me at the dining room table and pulled out a large packet of papers.

"I'm so glad you're here. It will make things so much easier," she said.

I noticed dark circles under her eyes. She wasn't disheveled but looked very tired. "So, when are the other cousins arriving?" I asked.

"They'll be here by six thirty this evening. The reading of the will is tomorrow at one in the afternoon. The service is Saturday. Your uncle wanted to be cremated and his ashes scattered over the bay. I'm hoping you'll stay for the service and to help scatter his ashes on Sunday. I've already arranged permission to scatter his ashes at the entrance to the bay. We can take his boat to a point halfway between the headlands that define the bay. That's where he wanted to be laid to rest." 

I could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

She turned to the packet and handed me a list of instructions that Roger had written. She had recited them to me perfectly.

Next she handed me a sealed letter. "You're uncle told me to give this to you immediately upon his death. I'm sorry, this was the best I could do."

"I'm sure this is fine," I replied.

She flashed me a quick smile, "I would have come down on the plane and given it to you but I had other things I had to take care of."

I patted her hand. "This is soon enough. Now let me read."

She folded her hands in her lap and watched while I opened the letter and read.

Dear Ryan,

When you get this I'll be dead. I'm sure Audrey will get it to you as soon as possible. She's an amazing assistant and an amazing woman. You have a lot of decisions to make in the next few weeks, whatever you decide be kind to her she's been my rock since Abby died.

What I wanted tell you is, I've been watching you and your cousins closely for years. What's going to happen over the next few days and weeks is the result of my observations.

I also want you to know I've enjoyed our summer outings immensely and regret that my illness made it impossible this year.

I can't and won't tell you the details of my will but I hope you'll stay around for the reading. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. I hope you'll be here for my burial at sea so to speak.

I want to warn you about Sherwin Wilson. He's the CFO of the corporation. I've been too ill to take part in all of the board meetings and he's been voting my shares. Of late, I've become worried about the direction the company is taking. We are becoming less ecologically sound in our practices, hiding behind our record. Soon the activists will get wind of this and the corporation won't do well in the resulting fire storm. I'm hoping you can turn this around. I know from your actions and associations that you feel like I do about the environment. Follow your instincts, you have good ones.

Again I can't tell you how much I enjoyed our summer camp outs. I'm very proud of you. You've grown to be my kind of man. 

My last word is to say: trust Audrey implicitly. Don't trust anyone else at the company."

Love and Long Life

Roger

I sat back stunned.

Audrey asked, "Are you alright sir?"

I held out the letter. "Read it."

"Oh no sir. That was private for you from your uncle."

"Read it Audrey. Apparently, I'm going to be relying on you for a lot of things."

She took the letter and read it twice before handing it back to me. She had a tear standing in the corner of her eye.

"Audrey will you help me thru this? Will you stay and guide me thru things? I don't know what I can pay you but I'll do my best to do right by you."

Her tears leaked down her cheeks. "Of course I'll help you for as long as you need."

She looked really tired prompting me to ask, "Audrey how long have you been up?"

"It's nothing sir. There have been a lot of things that needed attending to."

"Audrey, that doesn't answer my question. Please answer me. How long have you been awake?"

She looked me in the eyes. "I've been awake for thirty eight hours sir. There's just been so much to do."

When do you have to meet the next group of my cousins at the airport?"

"I need to be there in about four hours sir. Now there is so much more we need to go thru..."

I interrupted, "Not now. First, I want you to call me Ryan except when we are in meetings and 'Sir' is appropriate. Second, you are going to bed right after you take a shower. I'll wake you in time for you to meet my cousins."

She started to protest. "Sir, I mean Ryan, I still have so much to go over with you... "

"No, you're going to bed right now! I'll read these papers while you sleep and you can go over them with me when you get back. Drop your clothes outside the door and I'll have them cleaned while you sleep."

She stood up and looked at me with a slight smile on her face. "You're so like your uncle. Thank you Ryan. No need to have my clothing cleaned. I keep some outfits here."

I walked her to the door to her room, next to Uncle Roger's master suite. As she slipped thru it. I saw a nice queen sized bed and the door to an en suite bathroom. I stayed by the door listening. I heard the shower come on briefly and then shut off. After a few minutes I could faintly hear her crying and the slight creak as she slipped into the bed. I listened for a few minutes, until I heard a soft snore. Once I was sure she was asleep I started wandering the house.

I found the kitchen and a chef waiting there. I said, "Hello. Anthony, right?"

He smiled, "Yes sir, I'm Anthony. Can I fix you something to eat?"

"Unless you're off duty, in about three hours I'd like a couple of sandwiches for me and Audrey. I like roast beef or ham. I'm guessing you know what she likes."

He smiled, "Yes sir. I think a chef's salad for Audrey, with chicken. I'll take care of it sir."

I said, "Please call me Ryan. I'll never answer to 'Sir,' I'm not used to it."

"As you wish... Ryan."

"So how long have you worked for Uncle Roger? I can't remember when I first met you."

"I've worked here for ten years. It was much happier when your Aunt Abigail was alive. Your uncle really loved her. I remember your summer camping visits. You'd be here for about a day then you and your uncle would take off for a week of camping. He was always so relaxed and at peace when he returned. ... Are you sure I can't get you something?"

"A glass of iced tea would be good. I have a lot of papers to go thru."

He went to the fridge, an enormous refrigerator suitable for a small restaurant, and got out a pitcher of tea. A glass from the cabinet and a handful of ice cubes and I had my tea. 

I said, "Thank you Anthony." I took a sip. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm doing alright. Of course, I'm sad. I really liked your uncle. I can't figure out if it's because of Roger dying or because I'll soon have to look for a job. Still, I liked your uncle, a lot. He'd come in here and talk to me, just like you are now. We'd talk about everything from the quality of the fish in the market to the latest space news. He was really hot on the environment. You know global warming and things like that. He always was interested in what I thought. Why I don't know. The only things I know are from what's on TV. It doesn't make much sense to me."

I smiled, "Maybe Uncle Roger wanted to understand how most people were reacting to the news. Maybe he was trying to get a feel for how the people were being led around by the nose by the news they got from TV. Maybe he was using you as a sounding board. I'm sure you were a great help to him. ... This is very good tea. Could I get a refill?" I shoved the glass across the counter toward him.

He smiled and refilled the glass. I took it and with a small hand wave, went back to the dining room. I sat down to go thru the folio of papers Audrey had for me. I skimmed over them once and noticed how Audrey had arranged them in a logical order so that everything built on the papers that came before them. I'd just finished reading them for the second time when Anthony brought out my sandwiches, a refill on my tea, he also brought Audrey's salad and a glass of lemonade. I thanked him and went to wake her.

I knocked on the door but got no answer. I tried the door knob and it was open. I walked quietly to the bed and softly said, "Audrey it's time to get up." That didn't work so I gently shook her shoulder and repeated myself.

She startled awake. She threw the covers back and slid out of bed onto the floor. She knelt on the carpet with her hands clasp behind her back and her knees spread wide. Her head was bowed but her back was straight. She was stark naked. She whispered, "I'm sorry Master."

I was taken aback and amazed at the beautiful woman kneeling at my feet. I could feel my cock rapidly filling with blood. I suppressed my base urges and said, "Audrey, it's Ryan. It's time to get dressed. Meet me in the dining room. Anthony made you a salad for lunch." I left quickly, softly closing the door behind me.

Audrey was out in the dining room in under fifteen minutes. She looked at me and blushed. She sat down and looked me in the eyes. "Well that was embarrassing. I guess that secret is out. Ryan, I'm a submissive. It's just something about me. I do better if someone is in charge of me. For the last three years I've been your uncle's personal assistant and sex slave. His willing sex slave. I never wear clothes unless it's necessary."

"What about when Anthony's around?"

"Anthony knows everything. I've been naked around him for almost two years. Anthony is gay and far more likely to hit on you than me. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

"I'm a little embarrassed but also enlightened. You're very beautiful and very sexy."

She smiled, "Thank you. Thank you for making me get some sleep. I feel so much better now." She started to eat, "The salad is perfect, how did you know?"

"I talked to Anthony. I ordered sandwiches for both of us but he suggested the salad and lemonade. I figured he knew what you liked a lot better than I did so I took his suggestion."

"I can see you're smart like your uncle."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well you didn't know what I liked but you listened to someone who did. Your uncle was like that. He had to trust the person but when he trusted them then he acted on their advice. In this case this is the perfect lunch for me." She started eating with gusto.

"Thank you for the complement. I'm glad it's something you like."

She asked, "Did you get to look at the documents I left?"

"Yes, twice. Your organization was excellent. They made a lot of sense."

She sat up a little straighter. "You got thru them twice!"

I nodded, "Yes. The first time I just skimmed them to get an overview. The second time I read them more in depth. I still want to go over them with you but not now. Let's keep meal times for good food, good company and good conversation. No work during meals. Okay?"

She smiled again, "You are so like your uncle, he didn't like to mix work with his meals either."

She finished her salad and said, "I'm sorry but I have to run if I'm going to make it to the airport on time."

I stood up as she rose. "No worries. I'll be here when you get back." I noticed she had on a different power suit and was wearing five inch heels. They looked uncomfortable. She teetered just a little on them as she walked.

After she left, I wandered around to finish reacquainting myself with the house while she was gone. I found the game room, the exercise room and the pool. I found the dining alcove off the kitchen and a lot of bedroom suites. I even invaded Uncle Roger's bedroom. Hidden behind his open door was a door between his room and Audrey's room. It looked like part of the wall. It had no lock and the release was well disguised. It started my mind to working, I wondered what it looked like from the other side. I restrained myself from invading Audrey's room but, given what happened earlier I was definitely curious.

Finished poking into the rooms in the mansion, I went to a lounge area and put some music on the entertainment center. I looked out the windows at the bay and thought about Audrey, things she'd implied and the door between her room and Uncle Rogers. I thought about her coming out of a deep sleep and kneeling at my feet naked. I thought about what she told me about her relationship with my uncle. I thought a lot about her revelation that she was submissive. Then I thought "Holy Shit!" As the full import of her actions and Uncle Roger's letter hit me.

I went back to the kitchen and asked Anthony if there was something quick he could fix for dinner for Audrey and I. Something that my uncle would like and something that Audrey would like too. I explained that I didn't know when she would be back but that it was important to me that she had a good meal when she returned.

He came around the counter and gave me a hug. "You're taking care of her just like your uncle did. She's been working very hard, you know. You're uncle was worried that she wouldn't have anyone after he died. I'm sure he is looking down from heaven and smiling right now." He stepped back blushing a deep red. "I'm sorry but I feel for her."

"Don't be sorry. I feel for her too. Her loss seems to be the deepest. From what I've seen she really loved him. She's only doing this because it was his wish. I'll try to take care of her."

He said, "Damn you're a good man!"

There was something in the way he looked at me, I said, "Anthony, she told me you were gay. I'm afraid I'm strongly hetero."

He smiled, "She told you that! Well, that tells me more about you than anything I've seen. It's the truth, I am gay and if you'd shown the slightest inclination I'd put out the welcome mat for you. I'm glad you know and glad to know where we stand. As I said, you're a damn good man."

It was nine-thirty before Audrey got back. She looked dead on her feet. However, she picked up the packet of papers from the table and said, "Well shall we get started?"

I took the packet from her and said, "No. You look exhausted. We're going to have dinner and then we're going to bed. Now does uncle have a safe we can secure these in until tomorrow?"

"Yes si... yes Ryan, he does." I handed her the papers and she carried them into Roger's bedroom.

When she came back out I pointed to a spot on the couch and said, "Sit." She sat and watched me as I pulled up the ottoman. I picked up her feet and sat them on my thighs and gently removed those ankle-breaker shoes.

"Oh God that feels good," she whispered.

I gently started massaging her feet and calves. She started making low moaning and cooing sounds.

She almost zoned out then shook herself. "Who do you want me to kill? Another half hour of this and I'll do whoever you want!"

I chuckled, "I'll keep that in reserve. You've already earned this many times over. What took so long? I thought the last plane arrived at six thirty."

She sighed, "It did but they all wanted room upgrades and there was a lot of grousing about who had the best room and the best view. Jesus what a bunch of children!"

"Well I have no doubt I have the best room. We have enough bedrooms here why are they all in a hotel and I'm here."

She looked at me, "You're not that dense. You're the heir apparent. Besides it's the way you're uncle wanted it. He said it was easier to get rid of them this way. All we need to do is announce that we're not paying the hotel bills any longer. They're welcome to stay as long as they want; all they have to do is foot the bill."

I laughed out loud. "Sneaky old fart wasn't he!"

She giggled, "When the occasion arose. Yes he was."

Anthony announced dinner. It was angel hair pasta with chicken and Alfredo sauce, accompanied by a garden salad with Italian dressing, served with a crisp chardonnay.




The Inheritance



When she sat down Audrey said, "You've been talking with Anthony again. This was one of our favorite meals." Tears formed in her eyes.

"Guilty as charged. I knew you'd be busy and wouldn't eat. Besides Anthony and I now have an understanding. He understands that I'm firmly hetrosexual and that I don't care if he's gay but that I care very much that he is a very fine chef.

Anthony stepped up behind me and said, "And I understand that Ryan cares very much about the people who work for him and tries to take care of them. Especially you Audrey. He's very much like Roger."

She answered in a low soft voice, "I know Tony. Only Roger would have given me a foot rub after such a grueling day. Only Roger and now Ryan. Only those two would have had you prepare a special meal for me. Only those two... I think Roger chose wisely."

We finished our meal and I walked her to her room with strict instructions to shower again and go to bed.

I went back to the lounge area and looked out over the dark bay, watching the lights of an occasional boat. I sat for about an hour trying to sort out all the things I'd learned from the reading and from the two people in Uncle Roger's house and life.

As I went to my room I heard Audrey weeping in Roger's bedroom. I stepped into the room and said, "Audrey are you alright" I could see her kneeling naked at the foot of Roger's bed.

She sniffed, "Yes, I'm fine."

I knew that was a lie. "Stand up and come to me." I couldn't help but notice how graceful she was.

She stopped in front of me and said, "Yes Ryan."

"You slept with him every night didn't you?"

"Not with him actually. I slept at the foot of his bed every night except those when he wanted me with him."

"Like a good little sex slave."

"Yes sir, exactly like a good sex slave."

"Tonight I want you to sleep with me. Come." I turned and walked the two paces to my door and walked thru it leaving it open.

I walked to the bed and turned around. I was working on pure instinct. "I want you to undress me and give me a shower."

She glanced up at me and a slight smile flickered around her mouth. "Yes Ryan." She closed the distance between us and started unbuttoning my shirt. Once she had me naked we went to the bathroom and she started the shower. She sat me on the toilet. When I'd finished she pulled me into the shower.

"Ryan, how do you want me to wash you?"

"Start with my hair and work your way down, please. Did you ever wash Roger?"

She smiled, "Yes. All the time. He liked to have his hair shampooed first too. He never told me why."

"I don't know why Roger wanted it done that way but It only makes sense to me to wash the hair first because that way I don't have dirty water running over areas that have already been washed. It may sound silly but that's my reason."

She giggled, "That's as good a reason as any. It sounds like Roger's reasoning."

She finished washing me and carefully dried me. I took a towel and dried her, over her objections. Then I led her into the bedroom and ordered her to get in bed.

"Ryan, I usually sleep at the foot of his bed."

"Tonight I want you to sleep in bed with me."

She nodded and slipped under the covers. "Ryan, thank you for this. It may not make sense to you but it helps me. It helps that you ordered me to bathe you and now sleep with you."

"I'm glad this helps. I like to sleep in the nude. ... Will you answer one question for me?"

"Anything. I'll answer any question you ask."

"Thank you. Is the door between your room and the master bedroom there for appearances sake?"

"Yes, exactly. When there were guests I always went into my room and waited until Roger came for me. I waited kneeling in the nude until he came. Tonight you came for me just like Roger. Just when I needed it most. Thank you."

I pulled her close and kissed her on the forehead. "You're welcome," I whispered. I turned her over and spooned with her. She gave one sigh and went to sleep. It took me a while longer. For one thing I wasn't used to holding a woman in my arms, especially a beautiful naked woman. It took considerable restraint to keep from taking what she so obviously would give me freely. In her sleep she took my hand and pulled it up until it covered her breast.

She mumbled, "Mmmm, so good Master"

I stayed awake for another hour thinking about Audrey and Uncle Roger, their relationship and the implications of me being the only one invited to Roger's house before I finally drifted off.

The next morning I woke to find Audrey was gone and it was eight-thirty. I got up and went to the toilet. When I came back out she was standing by the bed holding a tray with my breakfast on it.

As soon as she saw me a bright smile bloomed on her face. "I brought you breakfast in bed."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know but I wanted to. You helped me so much last night."

"All I did was try to comfort you. I could tell you were worn out and emotional. That is, if ordering you around like a slave is comforting. I'm glad I could help."

"Ordering me about like a slave is what helped most. Roger was my master. Last night you took charge of me like you were my master. You are so much like him. When you took charge it helped ground me. I was still a submissive and I still had a strong, gentle master to guide me. I promised your uncle that I'd help you no matter what but you've made it a blessing for me. You've taken care of me. No matter what happens at the reading of the will today I'll do my best to help you anyway I can. It'll be, almost, like Roger never died. I think I'm starting to fall for you."

"Am I really that much like Uncle Roger. That's a hell of a lot to live up to."

She set the tray on a table. "More than you know you're like your uncle. You're doing a great job so far. Anthony likes you and I adore you for taking care of me the way you have. You were right to put me to bed yesterday afternoon. I was at the end of my rope. Then last night, I can't think of anything you could have done better to help me grieve than what you did."

"But I ordered you to bathe me like a slave, with no regard for your feelings."

"Exactly! That's what I needed. I needed someone to take control of me and take my mind off of Roger. You did that wonderfully! You gave me some service and then you took me to bed and just held me. It was exactly what I needed."

"Did you know you pulled my hand up to your breast?"

"I don't remember doing that but that is the way Roger always held me when we slept together. I wondered why you were holding me like that when I woke this morning... I'm sorry I keep comparing you to your uncle but you two are so similar it's hard not to."

"Well so far all of the comparisons have been favorable. Some time soon I want to sit down with you and just talk about Uncle Roger and Aunt Abigail."

"Anytime after the funeral. I didn't know Abigail very well. Roger only hired me about six months before she died. We weren't intimate until several months after she died. Roger was really broken up and sort of withdrew from life right after her funeral."

"I'm sure you were a great help to him in his grief. Now help me dress and I'll eat in the dining nook."

She smiled at me. "Yes Ryan." She went to my suitcase and unpacked it into the drawers and the closet. She hung my one good suit out and got me some jogging pants and a sweatshirt to wear. She knelt down and put my socks on and helped me into my running shoes. Once I was dressed she picked up the tray and carried it out of the room.

She sat with me and just chatted about inconsequential things as I ate my breakfast. I was somewhat surprised until I remembered my edict about no work at meals. I studied her as we talked. She was wearing a lilac silk blouse with a floral pattern and a light tan skirt that hugged her waist and flowed gently over her hips, falling to just below her knees. She had sandals on her feet. "Audrey, you're lovely in that outfit. I really like you in a full skirt and the blouse is amazing."

She blushed and whispered, "See what I mean. This was one of your uncle's favorite outfits. I sort of dressed for him today. He bought me this blouse. He bought all of my clothes."

"Uncle Roger had great taste. You're beautiful in it and it fits you perfectly." 

She blushed and ducked her head but she had a smile on her face.

We spent the next two hours going over the papers he'd left for me then Audrey hauled me off to the bedroom to change. The reading of the will was at one o'clock. I noticed that my travel rumpled suit had been freshly pressed along with my shirt and tie. My shoes had been freshly polished. I dressed and was struggling with the tie when she stepped in front of me. She said, "He could never tie his tie right either." I stood still, watching her face, as she expertly tied it. She stepped back and nodded.

I looked at her. She looked very professional in a tailored pinstripe suit. She looked uncomfortable on another set of five inch heels. "Audrey don't you have any lower heels? I'd like you to put on a pair with no more than three inch heels if you have some to match."

It was hard to read her face. A whole gamut of emotions flashed across her face. She stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek. "As you wish Ryan." She quickly disappeared into her room. She reappeared in some shoes that matched her outfit better and they had less than three inch heels. She was much more stable on them. She asked, "How did you know?"

"Know what?"

"Know that I had shoes that had lower heels. Know that your uncle didn't like to see me in the five inch heels."

"I didn't know. It's just that you looked so uncomfortable on the higher heels. I want you to be comfortable. Why were you wearing them?"

She lowered her eyes. "Mr. Wilson. He told me I was to wear the higher heels from now on."

"Is he your master now?" I saw tears forming in her eyes.

She sighed, "I don't know. It depends on Roger's will. I don't know who will inherit me."

I was a little shocked. I asked, "Do you want to be inherited? You told me Roger said you were to help me for at least six months."

"I don't know. I know that being treated like property feels right to me. I know that I'd love to have you inherit me."

"We can talk about this after the reading of the will. Do we have to pick up the others?"

She shook her head, "No, we don't need to pick them up. I left specific instructions as to where the will was being read and when the stretch limo would be outside the hotel to drive them to the law offices. If they can't follow directions then they'll have to hear things second hand." I was mesmerized by her soft silky looking hair as it flowed around the sides of her face. She gave me a quirky little smile when she noticed me staring.

We arrived just before the stretch limo carrying all six of my cousins. We all trooped into the elevator together and were shown into a tenth floor conference room with a huge polished mahogany conference table.

Once we were seated, I noticed that Audrey sat behind me against the wall, the lawyer came in and took his place at the head of the table. He was interrupted as Sherwin Wilson barged in the slammed door closed. He took a seat next to the lawyer.

Sherwin said, "Get on with this. I have a board meeting at four."

The lawyer looked at him with a sour face and said, "Mr Wilson you are not on the list of people to be present at the reading of the will."

Wilson glared at him and said, "I don't give a shit Reynolds! Read the fucking will! I need to know which of these assholes I have to deal with!"

The will reading went on for an hour and a half with small bequests to each of the cousins, small being on the order of seven hundred thousand to four hundred thousand dollars each. None of them got any stock.

There was dead silence when Reynolds said, "To my very able assistant, Audrey Livingstone, I leave five percent of the voting shares of the company on the condition she stay and aid Ryan Frederick for at least six months from the reading of this will." He looked up and said. "Ms Livingstone you should be seated at the table."

I looked back and Audrey was rooted to her seat. She gave a slight wave and sat back, a stunned look on her face.

Reynolds drew our attention back with an "Ahem." Once he had our attention he continued. "The last bequest is to Ryan Frederick. To Ryan Frederick I leave the bulk of my estate. Forty-seven percent of the stock in the company. My house, my cars, my boat, my various land holdings and the money in my bank accounts go to him with the proviso that he retain Audrey Livingstone as his advisor and personal assistant for at least six months. Lastly Ryan Frederick will take my place as chairman on the corporate board until a full election of the stockholders can decide if he belongs on the board ... That ladies and gentlemen concludes the reading of the will."

Williams popped out of his chair and shouted, "Bull Shit. That little no account shit doesn't get all those shares. I'll contest the will!"

Reynolds smiled a nasty smile at him, "If you wish to waste your money Mr Williams go ahead and contest the will. It has been vetted by the best legal minds in the country. It also has a proviso that no changes in operations of the corporation may be made while the will is being contested. That means that the board cannot make any changes even in the slightest to the operations of the corporation or it's subsidiaries. By all means contest the will if you wish."

Frustrated, Williams turned on Audrey. "Slut I told you five inch heels. I'll beat your ass black and blue for disobeying me." He started for her.

I stepped in front of him. "You'll do no such thing. I inherited Audrey as my personal assistant, at least for six months, and I ordered her to wear those shoes. If you lay a finger on her you'll be in court on your way to jail for assault. If you do it in my presence you'll wind up in the hospital before you get to jail or court. Now leave! My personal assistant and I have work to do." I stared at him for what seemed like half an hour but was really only a minute or so before he backed down. He left cursing under his breath.

Once Reynolds left, there was an incredible hubbub as all my cousins started shouting about how unfair this was and threats about contesting the will.

Harvey Reynolds quashed most of it. "Attention please ladies and gentlemen! As the will states, any person contesting the will forfeits his or her bequest. Unless you're successful you're throwing away your money. I assure you that you will not be successful. Your uncle drafted this will over a year ago and had it run thru the probate courts. If Mr. Williams can spend millions to contest it and lose; and he will lose; how do you expect to win? Mr. Dumas has been generous to each of you. I do not know his reasons for the bequests but I do know that this will is ironclad and unbreakable."

There was a dead silence into which Audrey stepped forward. "Tomorrow night, after the funeral there will be a wake for Roger Dumas at his home, now Ryan Frederick's home. There will be a limousine to carry you all to and from the wake. It will arrive at the hotel at four in the afternoon and another one will be there every hour until eight in the evening. A limo will be available at the house to bring you back to your hotel any time you wish.

One of my cousins, Jerry Hastings, growled, "So where did mister big shot stay last night?

Audrey answered, "By Mr. Dumas' explicit orders, Mr Frederick stayed in the house last night in a guest bedroom. I'll be moving him into the master bedroom this evening."

Jerry shouted, "So honey are you part of the deal? Have you fucked him yet? Did you fuck him last night to keep your position? What position was it? Doggie?"

"As you heard, I'm required to be Mr. Frederick personal assistant for the next six months. That does not include sex. To satisfy your prurient interest, Mr Frederick and I have not had sex." Audrey turned to me and waited.

Jerry started around the table.

I stepped in front of him too. "Jerry, I'm full grown now your days of bullying me are long gone. I'm at least as strong as you and a whole lot more pissed off by your insults to this wonderful lady. Be a good little boy and go downstairs and take the limo back to your very nice hotel room." He froze. I took Audrey's arm and walked her out of the room.

I told the limo driver to take us to corporate headquarters. I wanted to be at the board meeting.

On the way Audrey asked, "Why do you think he gave me five percent of the stock? That's way more than my service has been worth."

"Do you want a guess?"

She nodded, "Yes I'd love to know what you think."

"Uncle Roger must have been pretty certain of me but I think he was hedging his bets. If I turned out to be doing something disastrous for the company you could stop me by voting with the other stockholders. On the hand if they were doing something both you and I agreed was bad for the company your vote would swing the decision our way."

She thought about this for a half a minute.. "So he gave me tremendous power over the companies. I don't understand why."

"Audrey, you're smart and knowledgeable and you know what he wanted, far better than I do. In this letter." I pulled his letter to me out of my pocket. "He told me to trust you implicitly. That tells me he trusted you the same way. I think he loved you." I put the letter away.

"So why are we going to the board meeting?"

"I think Sherwin is going to try something. I'm going to try and shut it down."

She used the internal phone to tell the driver to hurry back to the lawyer's office. When we got there she had them make a proxy certificate giving me the right to vote her shares for the next month. Once that was done we were gone, rushing back to the corporation headquarters.

I asked her, "Why give me proxy for month?"

"I don't trust Sherwin. He's up to something. He won't let me into the board meeting, I'm not a member of the board and I've never been allowed inside since Roger quit chairing the meetings. He thinks he's got forty-eight percent of the shares tied up and voting his way. You can find out what he's up to and stop him if you have my five percent. I suggest that all board meetings be postponed for at least a month when a full stockholder's meeting can be held and a new board elected. That's what I'd suggest but you're going to be on your own in there." 

"Thank you. Thanks for the insight and for the proxy."

We discussed details of the corporation operations the whole way to the board meeting.

Just as she predicted Sherwin excluded her from the board meeting. In the meeting his plan became clear. He wanted to use more conventional less costly and less environmentally sound ways of doing seawater reclamation and wanted to take a larger percentage of kelp and fish from the kelp forests that the corporation was harvesting. This would take the harvest far out of the sustainable category. When the conservationists got a hold of it there would be hell to pay and the reputation of the company would be ruined. I voted against it as Audrey and I had discussed.

Sherwin blew up when I voted against the changes but settled down quickly. He gave me a nasty grin as the other board members sided with him and voted their shares and proxies. "That's forty-eight percent 'Yea' and forty-seven percent 'Nae.' The motion passes."

I said, "Just a minute. That's only ninety-five percent of the shares."

He gave me that evil grin again, "Yeah and the other five percent is sitting outside with that hot little slut Audrey and she can't vote them here."

I gave him an matching evil grin and said, "No she can't but I can. She gave me her proxy." I slid the proxy down the table. Her five percent are voted 'Nae.' That's fifty two percent against. The motion is defeated."




The Inheritance



He howled, "You ignorant bastard! You mother fucking son of a bitch! You can't do this!"

I calmly said, "Yes I can and I have. Now as the interim board chairman I'm putting a hold on any other board business until we can have a full stockholder's meeting and elect a new board. I vote my forty-seven percent and Audrey's five percent in favor of suspension of further board meetings until a board election is held." I looked at the secretary recording the board meeting. "Ms...? "

She looked back at me. "Simmons, Brenda Simmons."

"Thank you. Ms Simmons please have these minutes type up and distributed to the board members by close of business today. Let's set up a full stockholder's meeting and board election for a month from now so we can get on with the business of the corporation." I looked around the room. "Any other business?" I got no response from the stunned board members so I adjourned the meeting.

As I left the board room Audrey was waiting for me. I whispered, "Go with Ms Simmons and ensure that the minutes are accurate. She has them on tape."

Ms Simmons exited the boardroom and Audrey fell in step with her. I went to find Uncle Roger's office.





The Inheritance



I barked out, "What are you doing! You're not waiting for me properly!"

She flew out of bed and skidded to a stop on her knees. "I'm sorry Master." She looked up at me hopefully.

I was at a loss for what to do next but I bulled ahead. " Crawl to my bed and prepare for punishment!"

She positioned herself kneeling with her face on the bed with her ass in the air and her head flat on the bedspread. Her fingers were interlock and stretched flat on the bed over her head.

"Do you know why you're being punished?"

"Because I wasn't waiting for you properly, Master."

I sat beside her and gathered her hair in one hand. "No, it's because you wouldn't let me comfort you after what those assholes said about you. You know I don't believe any of that about you. You're my submissive why should what anyone else thinks matter?"

She thought about it and quit sobbing. "It shouldn't Master," she replied. "I'm ready for my punishment."

I gave her ten hard strokes with my belt and made her bathe me. Once we were clean I took her to bed and told her she was forgiven. I stroked her auburn hair until she fell asleep. We took a short nap before getting ready for the wake.

When Anthony called us Audrey rolled me on my back and smothered me with a passionate kiss. "Oh thank you Ryan for correcting me. You are so right. Nothing anyone else says should make a difference. Thank you for taking charge. I think I've already fallen in love with you."

I rolled her off me and stroked her side like she was a thoroughbred horse. "I'm going to take you tonight and make you mine after all of the guests leave. I'm falling in love with you too. Now let's get dressed."

I walked into her room ahead of her, saying, "Unlock your door." I went to her closet and got out the lilac blouse and a tan skirt. I handed them to her. "You're to wear these and sandals tonight. I'd like to see your hair tied back with a matching scarf if you have one."

She had a broad smile. "Yes Master."

Curious I asked, "You didn't ask for underwear, why?"

She pulled on the blouse. "Master if you wanted me to wear panties or thongs or a bra, you would have given them to me. That's just perfect as far as I'm concerned." 

I went into the master suite, I was having trouble thinking of it as mine. Audrey was right behind me. "Sir, If I may," she said.

I nodded as she pulled a pair of silk boxer shorts from my drawer and helped me step into them. Next she got a very soft cotton shirt that almost matched the color of her top. She followed that with a soft pair of lounging pants, completing my outfit with a pair of slippers. "If you wish something else please tell me Ryan."

I stood and pulled her close to me and looked in the mirror. We both looked great and we definitely looked like a couple. I took her hand and led her to the kitchen where Anthony had plate with a few canapes waiting for us.

We had only eaten half of them when the doorbell rang. I started for the door and Audrey caught up with me and took my hand. She looked very happy, I didn't understand why exactly but she made me happy. We opened the door together.

My cousins led the way with faces that could curdle milk. There followed a procession of people that Roger must have known. Shopkeepers, landscapers, the tailor, the boatmen who maintained Roger's boat. The heads of the local divisions of Pacific Explorations and many of the workers. The local divisions worked mostly on research, ecological studies and climate modeling. The directors had the good grace to not discuss business. All of them seemed to like Roger and respect him. They stood around in informal groups and swapped stories about him. They all were nice to Audrey too. We moved from group to group. I complimented the tailor, Eliese, on the excellent job she had done altering my suits. She blushed bright red but seemed to be pleased with the recognition.

Audrey pulled me aside, "That was a very nice thing to do for Eliese. She stayed up most of the night altering those suits. You just made it worth it."

I shook my head, "How? All I did was tell her I appreciated her work."

Audrey hugged my arm, "Exactly! And you did it in front of a roomful of potential customers. She's just getting started and Roger was trying to encourage her. You just gave her a huge lift. Even if only one or two of the people here go to her it will help tremendously."

My cousins didn't mix, they drew together in their own clique and stood around drinking and eating. Mostly drinking. They gradually got louder and louder.

Jerry finally addressed Audrey directly, "You fucking slut! What did you do to earn five percent of the business! You're cunt must be amazing! How about giving me a taste!"

Janie jumped in. "Yeah whore! Why don't you strip and service him right here! You can eat me while he pumps your ass! Surely you take it up the ass!"

Samuel started to say something but then he looked at my face and turned away.

I started to brace Jerry when Audrey squeezed my hand. "It's alright Ryan." She raised her voice, "I think I should clear the air." She faced the two of them. "I'm not a whore and I'm not a slut. I don't service just anyone. What I am is a submissive. Your Uncle was my Master and yes Jane I took it up the ass from him. I enjoyed it immensely and so did Roger."

Jerry said, "Hah! I knew you fucked him for the money."

She stood her ground. "I didn't have sex with Roger for money, I loved him. I didn't know about his bequest until the will was read. I made love to your Uncle because of the man he was..." She looked Jerry directly in the eye. "Because he was a man. I gave him control of my life because he cared for me he took care of me. In return I was his loyal and faithful servant."

Jerry leered at her. "Who's going to protect you now slut?"

"My Master, Ryan Frederick."

Janie sneered, "Are you his sex slave too. You're such a whore."

Audrey stared at her with cold hard eyes. "I was Roger's sex slave. His willing sex slave. I'm no more a whore than any wife. I didn't have sex with him for money. Master Ryan has taken me to be his submissive and I'm most grateful. I'll give him anything he wants, anything."

Janie practically shouted, "Lying bitch! You've already switched allegiance to another sugar daddy! You're a gold digging whore!"

I stepped in and said, "You should know Janie. How many divorces is it now?" From the expression on her face I thought her head was going to explode.

Audrey was very calm. "I bonded with Ryan because he treats me like your Uncle treated me, with respect and dignity. He cares for me and takes care of me."

Samuel huffed, "Bullshit! He just wants to get into your pants!"

Audrey smiled, "Well he sure did a good job of it because I'll have sex with him anytime, anywhere he wants."

Alicia said, "Name one time he's thought of you in the last two days." She seemed more curious than accusatory.

Audrey smiled up at me. "Wednesday when I brought him home from the airport, I'd been going for thirty-six hours straight. I was going to go over some documents with him. Instead he ordered me to take a shower and go to bed. When he got me up he had the chef make me a salad for a late lunch." She stared at each one of my cousins in the eye. "He's the only reason you spoiled brats don't have scars on your precious asses! He did that before he knew that I was a submissive. Before he had any inkling he had any chance of getting into my pants as you so crudely put it."

"Name another," Janie challenged.

"When I returned home from settling you into the hotel he sat me down and took off those horrible five inch heels and rubbed my feet and calves until dinner was ready. The dinner he arranged. Again nothing sexual, just a Master taking care of his slave even tho he didn't know it at the time."

Jerry asked, "So when was the first time he fucked you?"

She smiled a nasty smile at him. "I imagine it will be about a half hour after you all leave tonight."

Jerry growled, "You fucking little whore... " 

He grabbed Audrey's arm. 

I hit him in the chin with the palm of my hand. Whatever else he was going to say was lost as he flew backward and hit the floor. I don't even remember moving. 

He was groggy as I knelt with one knee pressing hard into his chest and said. "Keep your hands off her." I pushed myself off him and wrapped an arm around Audrey.

Audrey said, "See my Master protects me."

Alicia asked, "Has he done that other times?"

"Yes. When we came home from the funeral I was distraught because of all the nasty things you all said. I went into my room and locked the door and just sobbed. Ryan came for me. I wouldn't open the door for him. He punished me for not obeying him and then he made me shower him. After the shower he held me and explained that I shouldn't care what others think. He got me back to center."

By this time we were the central attraction at the wake.

Alicia asked, "What else?"

"He made me wear three inch heels to the reading of the will. He protected me from Sherwin Wilson who was mad because I wasn't wearing five inch heels as he directed. He also voted my shares by proxy and kept the board from making a terrible mistake."

Sam said, "I was thinking of investing my inheritance in Pacific Explorations."

Audrey sobered, "I'd advise against it. I have a bad feeling about what's going to happen to the corporation."

Jerry sneered, "Well now I know what to do. Just the opposite of what you say slut."

Janie sobered slightly and said, "You don't seem to be insulted at all. We've called you every name in the book. Why not?"

Audrey looked at me. "Because Ryan was right. It's not true and it doesn't matter what you or others think, it only matters what he thinks." She rubbed herself against me almost like a cat.

I stroked her hair, "And he thinks she's very special. Roger did and so do I." I looked down at her and she was beaming as she looked back at me.

Jerry broke into the conversation. "If she's your slave make her strip! I want to see what's under those dowdy clothes!"

I calmly said, "No. Audrey is mine and I won't share her with anyone. Besides I'm doing you a favor. Such radiant beauty would blind you. At least this way you'll still be able to see your dark, dim, ugly world." I felt her hug me closer. 

Alicia let out a small gasp. "Jerry you're so wrong. She looks fantastic. That blouse is so perfect. May I ask where you got it?"

Audrey said, "I don't know where it came from. Roger gave it to me as a present. Ryan picked it out for me to wear this evening."

Janie sneered, "What about your underwear? Did Ryan pick that too?"

Audrey broke into a big grin, "Yes he did. I'm not wearing any."

I almost laughed out loud at Janie's expression. The confrontation, at least partially de-fused, Audrey and I mingled with the other guests while Jerry, Sam and Janie proceeded to get three-sheets-to-the-wind drunk.

A little while later Rory, Alicia and Megan joined us as we were talking with the boat crew.

Rory said, "I'd apologize for Jerry but I quit trying to cover up his shit a year ago." He turned to Audrey. "You are a truly lovely lady. I'm glad you and Ryan are hitting it off so well. I can tell you cared a lot for Uncle Roger. Thank you for what you did for him. I haven't always been nice, actually I've mostly been pretty ugly, but I finally decided that Jerry was a stupid bastard and quit emulating him."

Audrey gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. I loved Roger he gave me exactly what I needed. I'm blessed that Ryan stepped in and is giving me the same support. He is very much like your Uncle."

Megan said, "So you don't think we should buy into Pacific Explorations?"

Audrey shook her head. "No. I think the company is in for some very rough times ahead. A proxy fight on the board is never a good thing. Find a good sensible broker like Fidelity Investments or Schwabe or Edward Jones and put your money in a mutual fund. If you can, put part of it to put into an IRA or a 401k, or a 403b for Alicia since she's working for a school. It'll be safer, especially if the mutual fund or funds have some bonds to balance the risk."

Alicia said, "You really know about this stuff! You're not just a decoration. I'm impressed!"

The boat crew left first since we were taking us out tomorrow for Roger's burial at sea. 

When my cousins left I gave the limo driver five hundred dollars. "Just in case you have to clean up puke in the back."

He said, "Righty'O and thanks!"

As we closed the door on the last of the guests Audrey said, "That was a really nice thing to do for the driver."

"Well I think he should get something extra for taking care of those three drunks. Alicia, Rory and Megan seem to be alright. The other three are real stinkers."

She said, "That's my impression too." She took me by the hand and gently led me toward the master bedroom.

I stopped her when I saw Anthony picking things up. "Anthony can we do anything to help?"

He looked startled but said, "No thanks. I'm just going to put the perishables away tonight and will do the rest tomorrow."

"You're coming with us on the boat, right?" I asked.

"I wasn't invited."

"Well you are now. We can hire someone in to help you clean tomorrow or Monday. Maybe you can pack us all a lunch for the boat tomorrow from these leftovers."

"Thanks, I will. I'd like to be able to go and say goodbye."

I let Audrey pull me into the bedroom. She said in a quiet voice, "Anthony loved him too and has been left out of the arrangements. That was a good thing you just did. One of many this evening." She sat me in a chair and slowly stripped for me. She dropped her skirt first and then button by button undid her top. The tails of her top hung down just covering the tops of her thighs and barely covered her pussy. A pussy that was shaved bare except for a small landing strip. The last thing she did was slide out of her sandals. She stood with her hands at her side and asked, "Master Ryan are you ready for me to bathe you?"

I nodded and she gently but efficiently stripped me. This time there was a lot more touching than the previous times. When she finished and all my clothing was put in the wash she led me into the bathroom.

She sat me on the toilet and opened a drawer. "Master would you please give me enemas to clean me out? I would like you to take me anally tonight."

"I've never done anal before. I don't know what to do."

"If you just take it slow everything will be wonderful. I'll talk you thru it... but only if you want to. You are my master and I'll do anything you want."

I joked, "Even kill one of my braindead cousins?"

She scared me. She was dead serious when she said, "Which one would you like killed first?"

I hugged her and said, "I was just making a joke. I never want you to kill anyone for me."

She smiled up at me. "I know but I'd try if you wanted it done." She shook herself and there was a panicked look on her face as she rushed out of the room.

She returned in a minute with an electronic gadget and slowly waved it around the room. She centered in on the spare roll of toilet paper and pulled something out of it. "Damn" she said "a bug." She removed the battery and wrote down the numbers on it. She ran the detector all around the bathroom again and then proceeded to show me how to give her enemas to clean her out. One with soap and two rinses. Between enemas she washed me and let me wash her. There was more than a little fooling around.

When I finished washing her she scurried out and flushed the last rinse down the toilet and then came back into the shower with a tube of flavored lubricant. She spread a generous amount on my fingers and turned around. She spread her legs and bent over leaving little doubt as to where she wanted me to put the lube.

I started slowly sliding one finger inside her ass. She relaxed and there was no resistance. I quickly put two fingers in and spread them. I used my other hand to add lubricant to the fingers inside her and started twisting my fingers to spread it on her anal walls.

She moaned, "You must have done anal before! This is so good. Get me good and slick and then fuck me hard!"

When I pulled my fingers out she whipped around and started slathering lube on my rock hard cock. When she had me slick she turned back around, bent over and braced herself against the shower wall.

I got the idea and stepped up behind her and positioned my cock at the entrance to her ass.

She moaned, "Just go slow and give me time to adjust Master."

I pushed forward with my cock head. Gradually her ass began to open for me. I was going very slow, I didn't want to hurt her. Then I reached forward and gathered her hair in one fist.

She gasp "Yessss!" and slammed herself back onto my cock.

Suddenly I was buried to my balls in her ass. "Oh god Audrey! I'm sorry! Are you hurt?"

She panted, "I'm not hurt Master. Please, please fuck me hard. Tear your ass up."

I started pumping in and out. "Audrey I'm in your ass. Why would this tear my ass up?"

"Master! My ass is your ass! My cunt is your cunt! My mouth is yours to use any way you want! I belong to you!"

I started really pounding her ass and knew I wouldn't last long so I reached around and started playing with her tits. Then I slid down and slipped two fingers in her pussy and ground the palm of my hand against her mons and clit. She screamed and came when I started pumping semen into her ass.

When I slipped out of her ass she whipped around and sucked my cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked until there was nothing but her saliva on my cock and balls.

She sighed when she finished. She restarted the shower and started washing me. She said, "You're a lot better than I thought you'd be. Want to do me again? God it was so great when you grabbed my hair!"

"I'm surprised I didn't hurt you."

She stopped and smiled at me. "When you grabbed me by my hair like that my ass just seemed to open up and beg to be slammed. It really felt good!"

After we were dry she took the bug sweeping box and did every inch of the bedroom. She found two more bugs. I made her do her bedroom where she found one in the bathroom and one in her nightstand and disabled all of them. She put them in a baggie. "We'll see about these on Monday." She then put me in bed and swiftly left the room.

I wondered what she was doing. She returned in a couple of minutes with two large glasses of water and a glass of what looked like whiskey. She served me and asked, "Where do you want me to sleep, Master?"

I threw back the covers. "Here in bed with me. Always in bed with me unless I tell you otherwise." She smiled and slid in beside me.

I took her hair in one hand and rolled her onto her back then I kissed her. I kissed her and kissed her. She was so sweet. She ran her hand down and gently grasp my cock. That brought it back to life. When I moved over her body she spread her legs and pulled them up high on my back to give me free access to her pussy. Her knees were almost in my armpits.

I slipped gently into her, she was very wet, and started fucking her slowly with long strokes that pulled almost all the way out and then all the way back in. It felt really good. I hadn't realized how much of a dry spell I'd had.

Audrey started whining, "Faster please Master. ... Harder please! Please pound me!"

I whispered in her ear. "Audrey, I'm enjoying fucking your pussy immensely. I don't want to go faster. I want you to use your cunt muscles to massage my cock. When I get closer I'll try to drive your ass into the floor."

She gasp, "Yes Master." Her cunt started pulsing on my cock.

I didn't seem to be getting anywhere. It felt very good but even when I pounded her hard I still wasn't getting close to an orgasm. Then it hit me, I wasn't taking her the way I wanted to. I lifted off her. "Roll over I want to do you doggie!"




The Inheritance



She scrambled into position and moved back against me. She mumbled something I didn't quite catch, what I thought she said was, "Thank you Roger."

I gathered her hair in one hand and pulled back. Her pussy went wild. Her muscles were rippling trying to pull me in and she would pull off my cock and slam back into me. She was screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me Master! Fuck your cunt hard! Pound it! Make it scream!"

She was rapidly bringing me off for the second time in less than an hour. I started slamming into her as hard as she was slamming into me and I started spanking her ass about every fifth stroke.

She screamed, "God yes! Fuck me and spank me Master! Fuck and spank! Fuck and spank your whore!"

I yanked back on her hair. "You're not my whore! I don't fuck whores! You're my bitch! My bitch in heat and I'm going to breed you like the bitch you are!"

I didn't think she could move any faster but I was wrong. She seemed to be energized by my calling her my bitch. She rapidly brought me off. She screamed when I orgasmed and started pumping sperm into her. I reached under her and pinched her clit. "Come for me bitch! Come for your Master, now!"

She screamed again and slammed back against me one last time. Her pussy milking the sperm from my cock.

I let go of her hair and she pulled off, whipped around and sucked my wilting cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked on it and my balls until they were totally clean. Once they were clean she started scooping my cum off her legs and out of her pussy and eating it. She was just about finished when she looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you Master Ryan. That was perfect. I like the taste of your cum, it's yummy." 

She bounced out of bed and went into the bathroom. I lay face down on the bed to recuperate. I realized she was back when I felt a warm wet washrag run down my neck and over my back. I whispered, "Mmmm. That's very nice."

"Roger always liked this too. It's such a pleasure to do this for you."

I turned my head and her face was alight with tenderness and love. She had me turn over and she washed and dried my front. When she finished I sat and held out my hand. 

She only hesitated a moment before placing the washrag in my hand. As she lay down she said, "Master, I beg you to forgive me if I sometimes call you Roger in the heat of passion. He liked to wash me after a session just like this." Tears started gathering in her eyes.

I started washing her. I finished her back and had her turn over before I asked, "You really loved him didn't you?

She whispered, "Yes, I did."

"Then he was a lucky man."

"Master Ryan, you're so like him. I think I'm in love with you too."

I finished washing her and leaned over and kissed her softly. "If you are then I'm a lucky man too."

She took the washrags and towels to the bathroom and snuggled into bed with me. She lay facing me and softly said, "I should tell you that I spent very few nights sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed. Roger always seemed to want me here with him. Even at the end when he was so sick."

"I sort of guessed that. Uncle Roger was no fool and only a fool would forgo having you sleep with them."