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The following story is factitious, is provided for purposes of personal
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any real situations or actions and are completely fictitious.  Should you
find such matters offensive, please do not read any further.  If you are

not at or over the age of majority, it should not be read, for the
relationship should not be tolerated, would be illegal, and does not
explain the dangers of such action that would exist for a youngster of the
ages in this story.



   Story codes (all episodes) Mgggg, Fg, gg cons, anal, w/s scat (some)

   The mystery inheritance - Part One

   Scott's hands were still shaking.  The two solicitors had just left him
holding the letter whilst sitting in his small London flat.  He could not
believe this piece of news; he did not know that he even had an uncle, let
alone a very rich one.

   Scott Blackwell was 31 years old and single.  At least he was now.  He
had been married, but his wife walked out on him to set up home with his
best friend four years ago.  Since then, he immersed himself in his job in
the City of London as a computer support analyst.  Scott worked long hours;
he felt that he might as well work, now that he had nothing to come home to
anymore.

   Unwilling to commit himself to a woman, Scott found it easier to get his
sexual gratification by paying for it.  He had made contact with a
beautiful Polish escort, and saw her quite regularly.  With his advanced IT
skills, he had set her up with a website and her business was booming. 
Even though some of their evening encounters were spent mainly talking, the
relationship was pure business on both sides.  Scott was addicted to porn,
he couldn't get enough.  He found that the older he got, the younger his
fantasies.  He spent money in lap dancing clubs, and found that his
favourite club had a new, very private "Ultra VIP" area, where taboo and
perverse encounters could be bought.  But now this news.  Apparently, Scott
had an uncle who had died leaving his fortune to Scott.  The solicitors
were a little vague, and explained that they did not know all the details
of the inheritance, but that it was a huge fortune spread around the world.
Scott was to attend a meeting at an address in London the following day.

   Scott woke the next morning, showered, and put on his bet suit.  He
called a taxi and gave the driver the address.

   "Never heard of it, Gov" the driver remarked.  "Where's it near?" "Not
sure" Scott replied "I think its one of the small streets off Regents
Street"

   "Ok, I will radio in and see if anyone knows where it is"

   Scott settled back in the Taxi and hoped he would get there.  After 45
minutes, the driver stopped at what looked like a tiny back alley with no
street name.  "Down there Gov, that'll be £8"

   Scott paid, and set off on foot.  The alley ended in a pleasant square
surrounded by flower beds and trees.  In the middle was an imposing
building dating back to Victorian times.  Scott entered the building, and
before he could cross the foyer to the reception desk, a beautiful young
woman approached him with a beaming smile.

   "Welcome, Mr Blackwell, I am Jane and we have been expecting you. 
Please come with me"

   Scott could hardly keep his eyes off her.  She was exactly his type,
petite, small breasted, and with hair nearly to her waist.  She took his
arm and led him to a lift.  Scott looked around as he walked; everything
was perfect here, all antique furniture and period fittings.  He wondered
just what this building was for, and who was here to meet him.

   Jane pressed a button and the lift opened.  She produced a key and
handed it to Scott.  "Mr Blackwell, this is your building now, along with
your entire Uncle's businesses, you will need this key to get to your
private offices at the top.  Use it here on the lift panel, I will show you
where"

   Scott watched her turn the key and the lift went to the top floor.  When
the door opened, they were standing in a large room.  Jane led him to a
comfortable chair and asked him to sit for a moment.

   "Another perfect room" mused Scott.  "What must my Uncle have been up to
here?" Jane went to the next room and returned with another woman.  "God,
another perfect specimen" thought Scott.  The two women approached him. 
"Please meet Sophie" Jane said.  "She will be your personal assistant, and
will be there to help and support you 24 hours a day, if you so require"

   "The pleasure is all mine, Sophie."

   Scott looked again at the two women.  They could have been cast from the
same mould, just his type.  Sophie had cascading blonde hair, whilst Jane's
was jet black.  They were dressed differently, but Scott was happy to see
they were both wearing very classy but sexy dresses.  Scott hated to see
girls in trousers; he liked them to be feminine.  Other than that, they
could have been sisters.  He thought they must be in their middle 20's,
although their bodies belonged to girls much younger.  `I'm going to like
this' Scott thought.

   Sophie took him by the arm and led him to an adjoining room.  It was
vast, and contained a huge desk and some soft furnishings around the
perimeter.  Again, everything was perfect.  Scott was led to the chair
behind the desk and asked to sit.

   "This is your office now" said Sophie.  "Your uncle knew far more about
you than you think, and made arrangements for all your personal likes and
dislikes to be accommodated" She gave him a coy smile and sat on a chair
directly opposite him.  "Don't forget, I am here for you every command and
wish" she said.

   Scott's eyes roamed all over her body.  `What a letch I am' he thought
`but she is fantastic'!  He looked at the dress, in pure figure hugging
silk.  It came up to her neck Chinese style, passing over her breasts that
were obviously unhindered by a bra.  Two perky nipples poked at him though
the thin material.  The dress finished mid thigh, and his eyes wandered to
her legs that were perfect down to the stiletto court shoes.  She kept her
knees together, but Scott wandered what she was wearing underneath it.  He
was getting excited at the thought, and his trousers started to bulge
uncomfortably.

   "...will be here in a moment to explain the business to you" Sophie
brought him back to life.

   "Sorry, my mind was wandering, it's a lot to take in"

   Sophie smiled and moved in her chair.  Scott found himself staring for a
glimpse of the hidden treasure the dress concealed.  Sophie looked him
directly in the eye.  "When I said I was here for you, I meant for anything
at all"

   Scott gulped, still looking at her legs.  He could not move his eyes. 
Sophie slowly parted her legs and lifted her skirt to show a perfectly
hairless slit.  Scott was riveted to the spot, sporting a now painful
erection.  "Once the meeting is over, we can discuss other things if you
wish" Sophie got up and stared arranging chairs.  At every opportunity, she
would bend over or cross her legs, keeping up the show.

   20 minutes later, a group of 10 people came into the room and sat around
the meeting table.  Sophie organised drinks and Scott was seated at the
head of the table.  A short bald man in an immaculate suit cleared his
throat and began.

   "Welcome, Mr Blackwell.  As you now realise, you are the sole
beneficiary of your late uncle's estate.  It includes this office that he
owned outright, and all the other businesses around the world.  There are
houses and estates, boats, cars, a Lear jet, and many other trappings of
wealth.  You can live in the Mayfair penthouse when in London, it is yours
after all, and we are to guide you with all the other interests your uncle
had.  We are his closest confidants, and even we do not know all the areas
your uncle was involved with.  Your uncle did have some, shall we say,
`specialist' interests, and very strict rules for his staff.  He paid
vastly more in salaries and benefits, so don't feel that the staff are
being used unfairly.  We have been instructed to keep the mainstream
business running, whist you take whatever time you need to travel the world
and inspect your inheritance.  We would expect this to take at least a
year, but, of course, it is up to you." Scott's head was spinning.  Here
was the opportunity to travel the world and all of it paid for.  This was
his dream come true.

   "Gentlemen, thank you.  I am grateful to you for supporting me here.  I
will have Sophie show me around, and will travel when I am ready."

   The 10 men left, all shaking Scott's hand warmly as they did.  Sophie
cleared the room and left Scott alone for a few minutes.  He sat back
behind the enormous antique desk in wonderment.  He still had the vision of
Sophie's slit etched into his mind, and along with the offer to do just
what he wanted for the rest of his life, was a lot to comprehend.

   As his hands slid along the perfect edge of the desk, he felt a small
piece of brass sticking out.  He bent down to get a better look and saw a
tiny hidden latch of some kind.  He tried to press it, pull it but nothing
happened.  Finally, he slid it to the left and heard a whirring sound
behind him.  One of the oak wall panels started to open.  Scott was
intrigued, and got up to look inside.

   "Ah, so you found it already" Sophie was back in the room.

   "What is it?"

   "Please close it and I will explain things" she said.

   Scott slid the brass latch and the door started to close.  It was almost
silent in operation, and Scott did not have time to see what was in there.
Sophie walked over and locked the office door.  "Sit down, Mr Blackwell,
and I will tell you what I know."

   Scott thought he would try his luck.  "Sophie, please call me Scott, and
come and sit on the desk in front of me whilst you tell me."

   Sophie grinned.  The small display earlier had worked, and now she had
his full attention.  She got a large cushion from one of the settees and
came over to the desk.  She placed it in the middle of the desk, right in
front of him, and sat down on it.  Scott moved his chair to sit directly in
front of her...and she slowly parted her legs.  Scott gasped again, she was
his perfect woman.

   "Is this OK for you" she asked.  Scott just nodded.  "If you wish to
touch me at any time that will be fine" she added.  Scott's hardness
returned.  "You are my perfect woman" was all he could say.

   "It is not accidental.  Your uncle knew all about you, and I mean all.
Your hidden secret desires especially".

   "But how..."

   "You will learn in the next few months.  Now is there anything else you
want before I start?"

   "I am OK for the moment, what did you mean?"

   "Oh, it's just that you look a little uncomfortable, can I release some
pressure?"

   Scott just sat there.  Sophie moved down and unbuckled his belt, then
undid his trousers.  She reached inside and pulled out his hard cock.  With
one movement, she scooted forward and buried it in her hairless slit. 
Scott came immediately.

   "That's better, now I can begin."

   Scott, having just had the fastest and hardest come of his life, just
sat there with his now flaccid cock hanging outside his trousers.  "Thanks,
let me find a tissue or something to clean you up"

   "Not necessary, the mess you make will be taken care of when you leave
the room.  Besides, I love to feel your seed dribbling out of me.  May I
play with myself whilst we are talking?"

   "Feel free.  Now what have you got to tell me?"

   "Ok.  It's a long story and I will start it tonight.  As we travel, more
and more will unfold.  After maybe a year or so, you should have most of
it" "And the secret door..."

   "That's part of it.  Let me start." Sophie kept her legs apart and
pushed her skirt up to her waist.  She moved a finger into her pussy hole
and withdrew some spunk.  Then, she cleared her throat and began whilst
rubbing herself.
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