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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any
other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission
of the copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a review or
posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sights.
Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned thirty
plus chapters.
Please! Give me your comments.
MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 26
Finishing the Assignment
On the morning of the twenty-sixth, I leant my Suburban to Mom and
Dad, loaded them and my sisters in it and waved goodbye to them. They
were going to spend a few days at my Aspen house.
Mary and Andy knew I had eight more women to fuck in Vail to complete
my assignment from Uncle Bert. Only nonkittens counted. As we
discussed strategy, I wondered if Uncle Bert's assignment of finding
and fucking women was some sort of test, part of my training or simply
just his own wild, sexual nature at its best. Remember, Uncle Bert
did not say I had to seduce them. He just said I had to fuck them.
In Aspen, we had found a sorority planning an orgy and joined in.
I had all eight by midnight, four for money, two I swapped Mary for
the wife or girlfriend, two I seduced on my own. Two of them were
standouts. The other six qualified for Uncle Bert's criteria which is
all I really expected or needed. You know sex is not worthy of
writing about every time. Well, except with Andy and Mary or Eve or
Cathy, but I think you have the flavor of them.
The two standouts you need to hear about.
His name was George and he was an asshole. There really is no better
way to describe him. A lawyer about forty-five, full of shit and
himself, he fell into Mary's snare. He wanted Mary so badly he would
have traded his law license.
Her name was Alicia. She was a twenty-six-year-old mother of a
seven-year-old girl.
>From listening to their heated conversation, I gathered they had
>discussed mate
swapping but had never actually done it. Now, George was pushing it
will all his rhetorical skills. Alicia argued someone needed to look
after the daughter, an argument which was swaying her husband to her
point of view. Had I been nice, I would have kept silent. Instead, I
offered Andy as a babysitter. Her face crumbled as George leapt to
accept and renewed his onslaught to swap.
Her face was a study in sorrow when she relented, agreeing to come
with me to my house while George and Mary went to their room together.
I could tell from Mary's face she had something planned, but that was
George's problem.
Alicia was dressed in standard cold weather skiing garb: black ski
pants with stirrups in her faux-fur lined boots, a bright blue sweater
of medium tightness, a ski parka in multicolors, primarily blue and
red, and a wool hat in red with a tam. Her cheeks were red and burned
from the wind and the sun. She wore blue gloves and a bright red
muffler.
Alicia was pretty, with a flattish face, Slavic looking. Her hair was
a deep blonde, or maybe a honey brown, with hints of red. It came down
her back almost to her waist. Her eyes were the blue-gray combination
of a postal uniform, a most unusual color.
I stepped aside, letting her enter the house first. Without speaking,
she declined the offer of a drink and turned to let me remove her
parka. I took her hand to lead her into the bedroom. She stood
looking at the huge bed. I expected her to break into tears, but she
fought to control herself, taking a few deep breaths.
"I am Ukrainian. My husband married me only three years ago and
brought me to this country. George is a good man. He had provided
well for me and my daughter. He loves me is his way and I love him in
mine. George expects me to be the perfect little wife and I am."
She turned to me, her eyes pleading. "Please, don't ask me to do this.
I know he is with your wife, but I, I have never been unfaithful."
"Are you also obedient to your husband?"
"Yes."
"He has told you to pleasure me."
She shook her head, not being able to comprehend why this man she
called husband had told her to have sex with another man. When I took
her head in my head to raise her eyes to mine, she flinched but did
not pull away.
"You must do this, Alicia. Now, undress for me."
A tear formed. A single tear, in her right eye, the liquid growing
until it overflowed and ran down her cheek. She nodded, sat on the
edge of the bed and pulled off her boots, sitting them neatly together
at the foot of the bed. She continued undressing, removing layer
after layer. When she got to her panties, she blushed, momentarily
covering herself before slipping the panties down her shapely legs.
"Please. Aren't you going to undress?"
I am a fast undresser. As I stripped, I looked at her. She had a
lean body, small, high breasts with smallish nipples. Her hips were
firm and wide, good for bearing children. Her bush was black and
trimmed in a Mohawk, probably at George's request for bikini wearing.
Her stomach had a little Mound of Venus which I was aching to feel
against me.
We kissed, starting the tender exploration of each other's body. My
cock, hard now, was trapped between her belly and mine as we stood
together, my hands on her ass holding her into me.
"How do you like it?"
"What do you mean?" she replied, wide eyed.
"Do you want it fast or slow, rough or gentle?"
"I am the woman." She acted confused, as if no man had ever
considered her pleasure before and that she could not believe one was
asking now. I explained I wanted her to have what she wanted. For
only an instant, her eyes flashed sexual desire, before the look of
sadness returned.
"As you please," she said. For the first time, she did not turn away
from me as she spoke.
What I pleased was to please her. I started by lifting her to the bed
and laying her down, spreading her long hair like hay beneath her.
Her expression was one of awe as I began to kiss her breasts and
stomach before working my way down between her legs.
Alicia was a slow starter, laying there as if nothing more personal
was happening than a massage from an unknown masseuse. By this time,
a woman usually has some response. I was starting to think I had lost
my touch when her quadriceps twitched and she uttered a small moan.
It was like the first tiny tremor before an earthquake. She moved now,
scooting her ass on the bed to let her raise her pussy towards my
mouth. I felt her shake and whimper.
Slowly, I continued. "Please." It was so soft I barely heard it. I
kissed her belly, giving little lip nibbles to the mound I was
enjoying stroking. "No. No." She babbled something softly in a
language I presumed was Ukranian. I did not understand the words but
I knew what they meant.
Picture this then. A beautiful woman on her back, legs around you,
you nestled between them tantalizing her sweet wetness with tongue and
lips. Time had lost all meaning. No other world exists except this
world between her legs and the sights and smells and sounds of a woman
approaching her throes. Picture that and close your eyes.
I had no desire to ever leave that picture. I was lost in her
sweetness, but she suddenly had other ideas. She seized my hair and
yanked hard, making me yell "ouch" as she tried to pull me up her.
She babbled again in her native language, giving me an exasperated
look when I did not respond.
"Alicia, I don't understand."
"I want to fuck! Fuck me!" she snapped.
"Let me do this."
"You American men! Too fast! Too slow! Never right!"
She wrapped her legs around me like a vise, trying to draw me into
her, her arms locked around my shoulders. An idea struck me. I pried
myself free, reaching for the restraints always attached to that big
bed. In a moment, her arms were tied to the headboard above her head.
She stretched to look back, to see what was holding her. She twisted
and turned, jerking against the bondage. I do not think see was
trying to get away. She was seeing how hard she could pull.
"Now, you said slowly," I teased.
She screamed something at me.
I took my time, teasing her to insanity. Slowly I built her need,
carrying her higher and higher. She was delirious when I finally
slipped into her and I do mean slip. She was flowing. She was
wrenching and groaning, puffing and cursing as she came over and over.
She was magnificent.
Alicia was like Andy in one way. She was a screamer. I think Andy was
louder but Andy had more lung power from being raised in the
mountains. Also, Andy screamed in English. I wondered if I could
find a translator for the video.
Alicia was totally relaxed, floating in her afterglow, as I folded her
legs under my arms and moved my cock to her ass hole. She twitched
just a little as the felt my cock start to move into her. She looked
at me and smiled before her face contorted in pain and pleasure. She
groaned as I forced myself all the way in her virgin nether hole. She
came again from me back there, continuing her loud pleadings in her
native tongue. I cleaned my cock, untied her and put her on her
knees. Greedily, she sucked my cock until I filled her mouth. She
swallowed what she could but cum slid down her chin and coated her
lips. She was so exhausted she lay down on the floor to sleep. I
lifted her back on the bed and covered her over.
George was very surprised when he saw her like that, naked and well
fucked, cum stained with sweat crusting on her body. I was concerned
he would be angry. However, he was very gentle, helping her dress and
holding her arm as they left. She was leaning against him, letting
him support her which he happily did.
"What did you do to him?" I asked Mary as we stood in the kitchen,
having a beer afterwards.
"Taught him how to please a woman. You would think they would teach
that in law school," she said. She was not smiling.
The other standout was the last one of the day. Her name was Michelle.
She was a California girl, big, blonde haired, sunburned with her skin
already having that leathery outdoors texture. Michelle, like a few
others each year, come skiing with no money, planning to spend a day
or two in jail for their crime. On learning it would be several
months in jail, she pleaded with the innkeeper who called me.
We arranged a monetary transaction. When she refused to let me take
her second hole, we sweetened the deal. Double the money if she could
make me come within thirty minutes. If not, all three holes, same
price. No, I did not tell her I could fuck for days without cumming.
I don't bet unless it is a sure thing.
I will say this for Michelle, she worked her ass off (pun intended) to
keep me out of it. Being programmed did have its good side. When the
timer went off, she collapsed in frustration and exhaustion.
What made her so special was she tried to renege on the deal.
"Go to hell! I will go to the cops, you asshole!" she snarled, hands
on hips.
I subdued her. She struggled and screamed but Mary and Andy helped
me. Michelle ended up tied and gagged over a heavy foot stool, ass in
the air. I roughly greased her back hole, then slammed in without any
thought for her feelings. Her ass spasmed around my cock as it tried
to expand to accept me. Then, I ungagged her and fucked her face,
cumming on face and in her mouth. She was sobbing as we untied her
and sent her on her way.
After I finished fucking her face, I stood up. I was facing the big
mirror which covered almost all one wall. I swear I saw the devil dog
over my shoulder. He was smiling.
To be continued . . .
Please! Give me your comments.
Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com
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