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Ronald - 1
by Timberwolf (ptotrcw@gmail.com)
***
Our friend the pimp has two new girls to have fun
with, and Anne finally gives him the cherry! (MFFfg,
pre, ped, reluc, v, oral, anal, inc)
***
Author Note: The usual disclaimers apply here. If you
are too young to read this material, or object in any
way with what you find here, go away. The Author of
this work does not condone child abuse in any way,
shape, or form. If you enjoy hurting children, I’d
love the chance to hurt you.
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PART 2
Right then! Back into the story, shall we? You looking
a bit pale, mate! You should sleep more, get some sun
on you, and eat a bit better. I'll get my maid to make
you something while you work. Shut up! You're eating
something, or we call it quits right here and now!
(Nodding). I thought so, do what you're told, makes me
happy. Now, where were we?
Oh, yes! Tera and her little minx of a daughter had
gone home, and Anne and I had gone to bed. That's a
good place to start! You mentioned I didn't elaborate
on what those two horny females did to me at the
birthday party. Oh, you don't mind while Anne sits in
for a while, do you? She's off school today, she's got
the menstrual cramps something bad today, so I made
her stay home, the school knows!
No, she doesn't mind me talking about it, it's a
natural part of life, so why bloody well hide the
fact? It makes you uncomfortable? And you a grown
man?! Fuck!
God, look at her! Just in panties again, and those
tits of hers are a fucking turn-on, don't you think?
Anne, love, don't tease the man, he's trying to work!
What? You want to see his cock? Why do you want to see
his cock? Oh, fuck, go on then! Get it out of your
system! You don't mind, do you son? She's going
through another bloody phase, and she's as curious as
a cat!
Hahaha! See the bloody look on your face! Looks like
you're a bloody tomato, and just as ripe! Stop
fidgeting, boy, and let her see your bloody cock, for
Christ's sake! There, that's better. Oh, fuck, Anne,
you didn't say you were going to do that! I'll make us
a drink, and leave you alone till you're finished,
shall I? Okay, lad, have fun. Hmm, she's really good
at sucking, isn't she? Mary taught her well!
Tick tock, tick tock.
Right, now that you're calmed down, let's get on with
it! Good to see you with a smile on your face! Anne,
tell Roberta to make us some lunch, will you, love?
Thanks babe, Love you. The maid? Yes, she's new, hired
her just after you left last month. What took you so
long to get back to me, anyway? Oh. Your editor. Say
no more. This house is too big, and it takes a fucking
long time to clean! Roberta lives on the property, and
she stays in the guesthouse, all hers, and we don't go
out there unless invited. A woman's got to have her
privacy, mate.
How did I meet her? Well, she was looking for work,
and didn't want to hook for a living. I saw her in the
main street, and she was crying, sitting on a seat
outside a department store. They turned her bloody
application down, said she wasn't qualified enough!
For what, packing shelves and putting up with rowdy
yobs who didn't have a fucking brain cell between
them?
She's a pretty little thing, well, not little! You
should see her boobs! Thirty-four D, and firm, so
bloody firm! Cute figure, nice arse, and long brunette
hair. I love brunettes! Other colours are great as
well, but a brunette does it for me every time!
I saw her there, crying like I said, and we went up to
her, Anne's hand in mine, and I asked her what was
wrong. You see a woman crying, you automatically think
boyfriend trouble, right? But she was desperate for
work, didn't want to hook, and that left her options
very limited. So I asked her what qualifications she
had, and Roberta told me she'd graduated college, got
a masters in economics and IT, but the job market like
it is, people with qualifications like that are a dime
a dozen out there.
So, me, I automatically think I need a maid, but a bit
reluctant to ask her, you see, because she might think
that the job was beneath her. A very pretty girl, with
a bright mind, and looking for better than she had,
and a maid's job? Well, not very flattering for her if
you know what I mean. Well, Anne tells me to ask her,
so I did, and she just sat there, and looked at me in
shock. She thought I was taking the piss, and she
wasn't happy, I can tell you!
So I tell her, you come up to the house, have a look,
and if she wasn't interested, no hard feelings, and
good luck out there. She did, come out I mean, and
when she saw the size of the house, she had to come in
and investigate the place. She asked me questions, the
usual, what were her duties, how much she was going to
be paid, did she have to commute to work every day, or
was it a part-time thing? I asked about her living
arrangements, and she tells me she was flatting, but
found it hard to meet the rent every month.
So, I think of the guesthouse, and as it was just
sitting there, never being used and gathering dust, I
offered that as her live-in accomodation. We go out to
look at it, and by the time she left to pack her
things, I had a live-in maid, and we were all happy! I
put the internet on for her. Got her a brand new
laptop and computer. She cried when I had then
delivered, and she was all confused when the guy told
she had to sign for it, as it was in her name! I look
after my people. Now Anne has more free time, and her
and Roberta get along like a house on fire!
Roberta knows about my love-life, and doesn't say a
word about it. Shook her up a bit, in the beginning,
when she walks in and sees Anne is on her knees
blowing me, but after Anne sat her down and we talked
to her, she's right as rain with it. She loosened up
after that. Turns out she has a flirty streak, and is
sexy to go with it! Roberta walks around in her
panties as well, too, barefoot most of the time
inside, and wearing a maid's apron. Oh, God, that
turns me on! First time she did it, all I could do was
stare. She had a little smile on her face, and Christ,
I could smell her as she moved throughout the house.
Her juices are bloody intoxicating! Roberta is a hot
little number, alright!
Look, there she is now! Morning, Roberta! Meet a
friend of mine, he's writing my memoirs! Say hello,
lad, she wont bite you, unless you ask her too! Hmm.
That put your concentration off a little, didn't it?
Never mind, keep your mind on the job, boy!
Say, how do you manage to remember all this? Oh. A
voice-recorder doo-dad. Good things to have for a
writer! Now, let me tell you about that birthday party
blowjob, and then we can get on to other things!
There's a lot to tell you, so here we go!
Leaving the girls playing outside, I'd gone in to make
sure everything was ready for the big finale, the
giving of presents, and the showing of the cake. As
I'd mentioned, Anne had never had a birthday party,
ever in her life, and I wanted this one to be the best
she'd remember for the rest of her life. Well anyway,
as I'm standing by the table talking to one of the
Mums, who was doing a bit of flirting, I feel a hand
slip up behind me, and caress my butt cheeks. I look
down, and Suzie looks up at me, an innocent look on
her face.
I didn't say anything, and when the woman moves away,
I ask Suzie what is she up to? She looks at me, and
tells me nothing, but if I play my cards right, I
could be the one getting up to something, or someone!
She laughs at that, and then her mum is there, asking
how I'm getting along with Suzie? I tell her that
Suzie has made me a very interesting proposition, and
they look at each other, and laugh”.
So, Tera takes my hand, and leads me into the laundry,
and her daughter closes the door, making sure no-one
saw us go in there. So while Tera is kissing me, her
twelve year old daughter is on her knees, undoing my
pants! To say I was surprised, well, that's no
surprise. When my jeans hit the floor, my boxers
following, Suzie latches on to me, and fuck me, but I
could just not believe what her mouth was doing to me!
I was hard and straining at her in no time flat. As we
didn't have much time, both women are on their knees,
and swapping my cock between them! First Tera would
suck me, then Suzie, and back and forth they went,
until I was nearly shooting in their faces!
Tera, she takes me off her daughter, and tells her,
“He's mine this time!” and sucks me deep. And I mean I
feel her tonsils on my fat head. When I felt that, I
shot into her mouth, and it was a gusher! She didn't
even blink, but took it all, swallowing every drop,
and when there was no more, she hands me to the girl,
who cleans me off with her tongue and mouth. That was
one hell of an experience, I can tell you! They helped
me on with my pants, and my knees were buckling, and I
was happy, but a little unsteady on my pins!”
Tera gives me her numbers, and tells me to call
anytime, and they walk off, hand in hand, giggling! I
was smiling all day after that. A couple of mothers
looked at me strange, but I didn't dare share that
bloody secret! The rest you know, so thats that out of
the way.
As I had decided to retire from the business, I went
looking for new investments. That's one of the things
I've come to like about Roberta. She hears me talking
about that, and does some homework without me knowing,
and the next day, she hands me a folder with a lot of
paper in it, and tells me that's a list of businesses
and their stats that were up for sale, the more likely
at the front, going down the list until the so-so ones
are on the bottom.
I wasn't sure what I was looking at, so she sat down,
and went through them with me, and blow me down, it
all became clear. So with her help, I picked the most
likely, and bought it. I offered the job of PA to
Roberta, but she turned it down, and she tells me she
has more fun teasing me by being nearly naked every
day! So, she helped me place an ad for a Personal
Assistant, and I ran with it from there.
Thirty-seven women, ranging in age from eighteen to
forty-something answered the advert in the paper, and
nearly all of them turned up all together for the
first interview. They were on guard immediately and
looking around in surprised disbelief when I had them
all in the same conference room I'd hired for that
purpose. When I had their full concentration, I looked
at them. They sat in silence, and only a few fidgeted
in nervousnes. I let that go, and when I spoke, I had
their full attention. I told them I knew what it was
like going to an interview, and when you walked in the
door all alone, you had no idea who your competition
was, so look around girls, I told them, and see who
they were. Most did so.
Those without a resume were automatically disqualified
for the job. I asked them nicely to leave, thanked
them for their turning up, and one girl cried as she
went out the door. The rest were now nervous,
wondering who was going to be next. Mind you, there
were six who looked cool and calm as they sat there,
and I kept an eye on them, and watched their eyes,
looking to see how they reacted further to this
unconventional way of doing things.
I told them I was looking for a special type of woman,
one who had no ties, no husband or boyfriend, and no
dependant children. Those who fell into that category,
please leave now, thank you. Most of them got up and
quietly left. That left me with fourteen ladies, and
my next disqualification was that if they got the job,
they would have no life of their own. They were mine,
and my company's, twenty-four seven, ready to go at a
moment's notice to do anything or go anywhere I said,
no matter the time of the day or night. Those who
couldn't meet that criteria, please leave now. A
further nine got up, and walked out the door. That
left only five, and those five were part of the six I
had my eye on.
None of the other women had left empty handed, of
course. I had envelopes for each of them, with petrol
vouchers in them, and a gift certificate to shop at an
upmarket lingerie store. Would you believe I got
several emails thanking me?
So those five women sat there, all looking at me, and
not moving their heads to see what the others were
doing. I told them I was satisfied at their self-
control, and told them that they had some homework to
do, and when I'd looked at it, I would decide who got
the job. Their homework was to write out the following
for me, in their own hand-writing, what they had to
offer me, my company, and what they were going to do
to help my company to grow, and I wanted facts and
figures. They had to prove to me they could do the
job, and tell me in detail what they were going to do
to win the job.
They needed to be a walking encyclopedia about my
business, and if they got the position, they needed to
anticipate my every move. They had to be loyal and
hardworking. None of them blinked, and one woman,
about twenty seven, give or take, actually smiled at
me! She had a pad out, and was taking notes, and her I
definitely had my eye on, and not for the fact she was
a brunette, and her tits and body were fucking
gorgeous!
I told them to get up, there were snacks, coffee and
tea provided for them, and when they were ready, to
head off, and take a tour of my business. I didn't
tell them where it was, I just told them the name of
the place. The brunette didn't stop for a cuppa, she
just walked out the door, saying nothing to the other
four, who watched each other like hawks.
I had told my manager that some women might be calling
around to look at the place and to give them every
assistance, holding nothing back. A quarter-hour
later, I got a phone call from him to tell me that the
first one had turned up and was on the premises. It
was the brunette!
She was taking notes, and asking questions he said,
and she rose high in my esteem! I also noticed she had
put her resume on my desk with a post-it note on it
that said, “Read Me!”. I did!
My manager called me some time later while I was going
through the resume's, and he told me we may have a
problem with Miss Brunette. Her name was Chloe
Wilkinson, with amazing credentials, and she was
indeed twenty-seven. She had been spoken to by one of
the older men, and a crack was made about her prowess
in the bedroom. She turned on him, and quietly, and
with supposed authority from me, promptly fired him.
She didn't back down, and stood nose-to-nose with the
miscreant, the manager told me. The guy had been with
the company for thirteen years, and was known as a
troublemaker, but always seemed to get away with his
needling and back-talk of, and to, the management.
I knew people like him. Fair gives me the pip,
watching them get ahead in the company, always hanging
in there, while those who weren't as nasty by nature,
good solid dependable people, were left by the
wayside, or fired because the blame was shifted onto
them. I was told that when a workmate of his stood up
for him, and said that no bloody strange bit of skirt
was going to talk like that to them, she fired his
arse as well.When I asked the manager his thoughts on
the matter, he said, “Let them go. The place might run
better with them gone, and will prove a lesson to
those of like mind”.
So I told him I endorsed her actions, and to go with
it as it stood, no change. I heard him call out and
say to someone, “The Boss says you're fired. Fuck off!
Draw your pay and hit the bricks!”
I liked this guy!
The other four turned up not long after, and suddenly,
no-one at the factory was interested in five lovely
rumps and five sets of boobs jiggling about the place.
They kept an eye on them, of course, but no-one said a
word to them, unless approached and asked questions.
One girl didn't say a word to anybody, didn't ask
ayone any questions, just walking around and looking
at everything. She was disqualified. If someone can't
ask questions, even dumb ones, they won't learn
anything. I passed the word for her to go home.
That left four women to choose from. All of their
stats were formidable, and I knew I had a tough time
to make a decision, but that all hung on the final
result of the homework I had set for them. They had
until the next Friday to complete it, and that week
was a slow one for me, because I was curious to know
how they'd do!
For their last interview, I spoke to them one-on-one,
and by the end of the day, I had two to choose from.
One was Chloe Wilkinson, and the other was a redhead
by the name of Katya, but don't ask me to pronounce
her last name, my mouth can't fit around it. Eastern
European, around the Baltic states somewhere. Katya
was a green-eyed redhead, a big plus!, and stunning,
absolutely stunning! Freckles everywhere, a cute
button nose, and a figure that wouldn't quit! On top
of an unearthly beauty, she had a brain! My God, but
that girl is smart! She makes the word, 'Nerd', an
accolade of the highest order!
Both of the girls were of different personlaities, of
course. Katya was the brains, and Chloe was the brawn,
mentally, as well as personality-wise. I was lost. I
had to let one go, and dissapoint her, but fucked if I
knew which one. So in the end, I called them both to
my home, and they greeted each other civily, but they
kept their distance between them, each knowing she or
the other girl was on the chopping block.
I made them as confortable, and as we sat there, a
drink in our hands, I asked Chloe to give Katya a
recommendation, and when she was finished, for Katya
to do the same for Chloe. They gave me a blank look,
and I told them to believe that the other girl had got
the job, and to praise her for doing so, by listing
her attributes, and the reasons why they thought she'd
got the job. Reverse psychology. It kept them on their
toes, and it made them think. Chloe went pale, and if
Katya wasn't so already, she would have.
“Katya, Chloe”, I said, “this isn't a game. Speak as
honestly as you can, and make me believe you are
really happy that the other girl got the position. I
want to see you naked, in a metaphorical sense. Open
up, and show me who you are”.
So Chloe took a deep breath, and started. She was
glowing of Katya's looks, telling me, telling her, how
beautiful she was, how she'd guessed that she was
smart, smart enough to have gotten this far, and after
about five minutes of speaking, praising the redhead,
she fell silent, and hung her head. I could see unshed
tears in her eyes, and with her mascara threatening to
run, Katya did the same. By the time she was finished,
both girls had tears tracking down their cheeks.
Then pulling themselves together, they sat straighter,
and Chloe turned to me, and told me straight, to tell
them who got the job? Who was going to be my Personal
Assistant, because, she told me, if I didn't tell
them, she would bloody well hit me!
She wasn't joking. I could see her little fist
curling, and so I told them that, okay, I'd made up my
mind, and I'd tell them now, and not by phone call or
email. They were tense, and then Katya's hand shifted,
and suddenly both girls were gripping the other's
hand, offering and getting support from the other, so
with a grin, I said, Katya, and her eyes glowed, and
Chloe's face crumpled. Chloe, I continued, and then
they were both confused now, “Girls”, I told them,
“you both have the job!” They complimented each other
on many levels, and they'd be working as a team from
now on.
The two of them sat there for a millisecond, then they
were hugging, and jumping up and down on the spot like
a pair of cheerleaders. The tears flowed freely as
they babbled in happiness, congratulating each other.
Then realising they were in the presence of their
boss, they recovered their shattered decorum, and were
all business again. I told them that if they wanted
to, they could go into town and celebrate, and hit
Sparky's, an upmarket bar, and anything they wanted,
for as long as they wanted tonight, was on me. I'd
call ahead, and let them know the two ladies would be
coming in and using my tab.
I also told the shell-shocked twosome that they had
the weekend off, and that I'd see them first thing
Monday morning, here at the house, and together we'd
go over their duties.
“Oh, my God” Katya breathed, turning to an excited
Chloe, “Sparky's! That the hottest place in town! Can
you imagine what my sister's going to say when I tell
her I'd actually got in the door? She'll freak!” Then
we were all laughing, and then I shoo'd them out, and
arm-in-arm they left, chattering excitedly about
clothes for the night out, shoes, and the hunks that
hung out there! And by all accounts, when the bar
closed in the early hours, they had to be poured into
taxi's to be taken home. Heh, heh, heh!
It was two very business-like ladies who turned up at
my door at eight o'clock Monday morning, and Roberta,
who was in clothes for once, let them in, and asked
them to remove their shoes, and to follow her. They
were suitably cowed, barefoot, and yet eager to start
the day. With a straight face, Roberta asked me if she
could wear her 'usual' uniform for the rest of the
day, as it would be more comfortable? I told her to go
ahead, as we would be busy here for a while, and to
bring a pot of hot coffee, please.
Both of my new PA's raised their eyebrows at the
mention of 'the usual uniform', looking at the maid
who was attired in a maid's uniform already, but said
nothing. But when Roberta appeared with the coffee and
three cups, milk and sugar on a tray, Chloe choked,
and Katya nearly fainted seeing Roberta, who was
smiling at them, in just her panties and apron!
“Holy fucking Jesus!”, Katya muttered, her eyes
bugging out, and Chloe went red, trying not to look at
Roberta's hard-nippled strawberry-tipped breasts
hanging near them, level with their eyes. Katya was
breathing hard, and she was openly staring at
Roberta's body, especially her cute round bum cheeks,
and I swear she licked her lips, and almost reached
out to touch them. I was smiling, watching the two
ladies, and Roberta was taking her time pouring the
coffees, enjoying the attention from all of us. As she
walked away, both the ladies were watching her arse
roll and sway, and Roberta gave them a show that had
both of them overheated, especially as she walked on
tiptoe, and her panty-covered pussy lips peeked out to
tantalize them. Chloe almost scalded herself tring to
dampen a parched throat, and Katya was still staring
at where Roberta had gone.
“My God”, Chloe said after she'd got her pulse back to
normal, “does she dress, if you can call it that, like
that all the time? Do you make her dress like that is
the important question, of course.” I sat back, and
told them that Roberta dressed like that because she
wanted to, she was happy to, and she felt like a
complete person for doing so. I was happy for her,
because it made her happy. Nothing, I told them, kept
a person more on the edge of life than watching a
beautiful woman show herself as she was happy to be
seen, and if they hung around long enough, they'd see
other, more 'different', sights!
Chloe sighed, and muttered, “What the hell have we let
ourselves in for, Katya?”
Katya just smiled, and looked at me, and her eyes had
a wicked glint to them. “I don't care”, she said. “If
I get to watch that lovely woman every day, then I can
call myself content with my life!”
“You're not serious?” asked Chloe, her eyes shocked at
what she was told.
“Of course I am”, the redhead answered. “I think its a
turn-on to see a half-naked woman wandering around!
I'm really going to love working for Mr Burke! I can't
wait to see whats going to happen next! Who knows”,
she grinned lecherously, jabbing an elbow into Chloe's
side, “maybe he's got a harem stashed away here
somewhere, and we can get to play with them!” Then
Katya cackled at the look of outrage on the brunettes
face!
I sighed, and told the girls, no harem sorry, but I
smiled at them and said I am working on it! Chloe went
outraged again but I was still smiling, then she just
had to smile, and when she did, she was lovely! Her
redheaded counterpart was chortling with mirth, and
with that, we got on with our business meeting. Both
girls soon got used to seeing Roberta coming and
going, but everytime she came into the living room,
Katya would lose concentration, and her eyes would
follow her jiggling boobs, and her swishing butt.
Roberta noticed Katya noticing her, and there seemed
to be a wordless conversation going on between them.
When I called a break, Chloe went outside to have a
smoke, and Roberta took Katya into the kitchen, and it
sure was silent in there! I took a silent peek around
the door, and they were all over each other, kissing!
Their hands were busy groping tits and pussies, and I
got hard watching them. What a lovely sight! I went
outside for a breath of fresh air, and when she'd
finished her smoke, Chloe came to join me.
“Do you have any more surprises for us, Mr Burke? She
asked. “Seeing your maid earlier was something I
didn't expect. Which brings up the question, are you
expecting us to wander around naked like her? If so,
I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed with me, as
I'm not going to do that! My clothes are staying on,
thank you very much!”
“No”, Chloe”, I said. “You can keep your clothes on if
that makes you happy. I don't expect you to strip as
soon as you walk through the door. If you do, its
because you want to, not because I want, or told, you
to do so”.
We stood there for a few minutes longer, then went
inside, both of us silent. Katya and her paramour were
back under control. Katya looked a little flushed,
while Roberta hummed happily to herself as she dusted
away.
“Mr Burke”, Katya said, “I'm feeling a little warm. Do
you mind if I get a little more comfortable?”
I told her no, I didn't mind, and to go ahead. So the
redheaded beauty stood up, went to the couch, and
proceeded to take her clothes off, but leaving her
panties on! Sweet Jesus, but she was a lovely piece of
womanhood! She stretched, going up on tiptoe, and
turned around giving us all a really good look at her
charms. Her hair was down, and it hung just past her
shoulder blades. Her boobs were mediun sized, with
pale pink aureolas, and she had freckles on her
shoulders, upper chest, coming down to the tops of her
breasts. Katya's panties were sheer, and her muff was
displayed for our eyes. She had a trimmed bush, red as
her head, and the lips were on display, her clitoral
hood poked out, and it was all I could do from sliding
my fingers across it. Roberta stood there, grinning.
Her belly was flat and her body slim, which reminding
me of a gymnasts sleek curves. Her legs were long and
shapely, joining at the hips which flared out in
womanly curves. “What the hell brought that on?” I
enquired, so Katya said if Roberta could wander around
nearly naked, why couldn't she? I couldn't argue with
that! Then Katya turned to Chloe, and told her to
loosen up, and join her!
Chloe gasped, going red, and looked like she was going
to have a stroke or something. She was moving her
mouth, but nothing was coming out except strangling
sounds, then she got up, and walked away, her face in
her hands. This girl had a problem, and I resolved to
find out what it was!Chloe turned around, and picking
up her handbag, she made to leave, and when I asked
her to stay and tell us what was wrong, she had tears
in her eyes, and she looked heartbroken.
“I'm so sorry, Mr Burke”, she sobbed,. “I can't do
this! I didn't know what I was letting myself in for
when I answered your ad! I didn't know that I'd be
surrounded by naked women, and that you'd allow it! I
really wanted this job, and I resolved to do
everything I had to to get it, but I'm so sorry, I
really am, but I can't! I just can't!”
“Come on, Chloe”, I said. “Just tell us whats wrong!
Surely we can work it out, or work around it? Tell us,
please!” Katya was no longer smiling, looking
concerned, and went to the sobbing woman, and as she
went to hold her, she was pushed away, but gently, the
distraught woman not allowing her to touch her. Katya
turned to me, as if I had all the answers, and I felt
powerless. I didn't want one of the best things in my
life to walk out on me, and I wracked my brain trying
to come up with something to say, something to make
her stay.
I got up, and going to her, I wrapped my arms around
her, Chloe wriggled trying to get away, but I wouldn't
let her. I was going to hold her until she confessed,
or she pushed me away finally, and left. Chloe stopped
fighting me, and sank into my embrace, and then as
Katya joined us, we held her, as her shoulders shook
as she cried.
“Tell us”, I whispered in her ear. “Tell us whats
wrong”.
“I can't compete with these women!” she finally
sobbed. “They're so beautiful, and I'm so ugly!
Roberta and Katya are so lovely, and I feel so
wretched being here with them!”
Now I was really surprised. Chloe ugly? That was like
saying the Mona Lisa was a stick drawing! I asked her
all confused where she'd got the idea she was ugly?
What complete twat of a wanker told her that? I was a
little angry, and it was unreasonable, I know, but so
was her assertion that she was some kind of dung-heap
compared to the other two!
Katya held the crying woman as I backed away, and it
turned out her father had told her for years that she
was ugly, and wouldn't amount to anything. She was an
only child, and her sire had wanted a boy, but never
got one. Her mother was lucky to have the one child,
which nearly killed her, and so had to have an
operation that meant she'd have no siblings. So her
pratt of a father blamed her, and stuck it to her
every chance he got. Chloe did her best to prove him
wrong, and did very well at school, and then at
college, but no matter what she accomplished, it was
never good enough, he said. Only a boy could have done
it better!
What utter conceited shite! If her bastard father had
been there, I was in a mood to punch his fucking
lights out for him! As I said before, I look after my
own, and no-one does that to my people!
We got the poor girl calmed down, and told her
straight, she was not fucking ugly, her father was a
shithead, she was in fact a very pretty woman, and she
had the looks and the body to prove it! We were still
arguing with her when Anne came home from school. You
remember that day, don't you doll? Hey, where is she?
Oh, her bedroom, right! Anyway, Anne coming home from
school was the ideal break we needed, so we stopped
for a coffee, and did the introductions. The two women
fussed on Anne, and she lapped it up, a little
intimidated by their looks and brains!
Soon, however, she was the darling favourite, and both
women competed with each other to win her over. Bloody
funny, it was! Anne played them off, and it was
hilarious to see! I called it quits for the day, and
insisted they stay for dinner, which they accepted.
Anne didn't bat an eyelid at seeing Katya nearly nude,
and when she'd managed to get to her room, she came
back out, just in her panties! Katya loved it, and
Chloe, she almost dropped from shock.
Anne told then she always dressed this way at home,
and as no-one had a problem with it, and if they did,
she didn't care! The only two of us who were still
dressed was me and Chloe, so I took off my shirt as a
compensation to the others, and Chloe was nervous as
hell, probably expecting me to drop my pants. I would
have too, if she'd done the same! I got to admit it, I
really wanted to see her out of her clothes, as she
looked bloody good in them. But that's a little later!
Roberta isn't just my maid, she's also a bloody fine
cook! She'd doing a night course, honing her skills, a
chef's course I encouraged her to do. She can do
wonderful things in that kitchen!
After dinner, we were all sitting around, having a
glass of wine, and then Anne mentions the jacuzzi, and
asks why don't we all go and hop into it? Katya was
all for it, but Chloe begs off, saying she didn't have
a suit to wear. Anne tells her she doesn't need one,
we can all skinny-dip! Chloe blushed, and still didn't
want to, saying she had to go home now, thanks for the
day, and the dinner, so we let her go. No point in
pushing it, is there? So I saw her to the door, while
Anne and Katya went to hop into the pool.
They were both in the pool when I got there, and
they'd turned the jets on, giggling at the bubbles
that tickled them in all sorts of interesting places.
Katya moved over one of the water jets, and her eyes
went wide as she felt the water shooting up at her
puss. She told the younger girl she she should try it,
and Anne giggled and told her she had, it was a great
way to get off!
I had my jeans off, and stepped into the pool. The
older woman moved toward to me, and before I could sit
down, she took me into her mouth, and licked me,
lavishing attention on my dick until I was hard.
Then she backed of, stroking my cock, and turning
around, presented me with her rounded buttocks, her
pussy wet and waiting for me. She told me she'd been
waiting for this, ever since she'd met me. She held
onto the side of the pool, the water swirling around
my thighs, so I moved behind her, and Anne held me
steady, her tiny hands on my cock, and pointed me at
the redhead's moist and waiting pussy. I slid in a
bit, and Katya moaned, and pushed back, until I was
almost buried in her snug wet snatch.
We started to move against each other, our movements
impatient, our first sex rushed and rough. Katya kept
saying, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” moaning and
grinding herself against my turgid cock, and I thrust
back at her, harder and faster. There was water
splashing all over the place, and Anne was sitting
close, watching her adopted dad and his PA humping
furiously beside her, both of us close to climax.
Then I got that special tingle in my balls, and
groaning that I was coming, I held the slim woman's
hips in my wet hands, I poured my seed into her,
slamming my hard cock into her. Katya was gasping, and
her sweet pussy was clenching me, drawing out my
boiling cum, and jerking in effort, she climaxed as
well, then languidly floated off me, and then with a
big breath, and a sigh, she sat down, and smiled. I
sat down too, my legs weak at the knees, Anne floting
into my arms, holding me as I got my breath back.
The stunning redhead stayed for another couple of
glasses of wine, then feeling a bit woozy, got out of
the pool, and dressed, telling me she had to go home,
and she'd see me in the morning. Katya asked me to say
goodbye to Roberta, and with a hug and kiss, she left.
The next morning, both women turned up for work, and
together we went over the financial staements for the
factory, and their job was to go through the place
like a hurricane, and by the end of the next day, I
wanted a list of names, of those who were useless and
need to be moved on, those who did a good job and
needed to be promoted, and a list of recommendations
for expansion and upgrades.
A tall order, but I had every confidence in them, told
them so, and told them to get on with. Nothing was
said by any of us about the day before, and Katya,
bless her, gave me a little sqeeze as she went by me,
Chloe not noticing a thing. I spent the day in the
city, hanging out with friends, and just relaxing.
I got a call from Chloe, and she told me that they
were meeting resistance from a couple of upper
management dweebs, and some from middle. So I told her
to put them on the shit list, they were on their way
out. She also told me that she'd found out that one of
the IT guys there had a small company he wanted to get
off the ground, and after talking to him, she told me
it sounded like a good investment, and maybe I should
look into it? I told her to set up a meeting there in
a couple of days so I could meet him, and to say
nothing about it till I got there.
When I told the two PA's to go through the place like
a hurricane, they took me at my word, and they'd
turned the place on it's head. Management was
scrambling to cover their arses, and the rank and file
were intimidated by these two soldiers of mine. By the
next day, the list of firee's was extensive. I told
Katya to start putting ads in the paper, and to get
the termination notices together. Chloe was to vett
the new people, and get the interviews set up, to
delegate authority if she had to, hiring whomever she
needed to help her. Same with Katya. I gave them full
authority to do whatever they had to.
I called a halt at eight o'clock, and asked Roberta to
serve dinner. She'd made a delicious meal, showing off
for us, making a fine meal from what she'd learned in
the chef's course. The poor girl hovered around the
table, watching us, waiting for the verdict. When we
were full, I pushed my plate away, and told her I'd
never tasted better, and that she should have her own
restaurant! That lovely girl positively glowed!
I gave Chloe a nod, she gave a small nod in return,
and by the time Roberta graduated, she had a small
restaurant to call her own, as a graduation present. I
didn't want to see her go, but she had an amazing
potential as a chef and a restauranteur, and she
became the best in town, people coming from Paris,
London, New York, just to eat there. As a thank you,
she told me I would never have to pay for my meals,
ever. She wouldn't take no for an answer.
Amazing thing, though. When she had a good enough
manager, she takes time off work there to do my
dusting, cooking, and cleaning. She loves the freedom
to wander around in her panties, and not much more!
She trained another girl who comes in, but her,
unfortunately she keeps her clothes on!
Then the day came to go to the factory, and do the
firing. I had the girls invite everybody to the main
conference room, and they packed in there, most
looking unsure and vulnerable, usually the middle and
lower management, and the supervisors and workers. The
upper management types sat there, not knowing why
they'd been called to the meeting, but were smugly
confident that if the shit hit the fan, it wasn't
going to splash all over them.
I got up, and introduced myself, telling them all that
I was the new boss, and thanking them all for coming
in, some ontheir day off. Those I told that they would
be reimbursed for their time, a half-days wages. There
were grins at that, those grinning were shop workers.
Then I told them I was going to read out a list of
names. Those called were to go into the next room and
wait. I told them that people were going to get moved
on from the company, due to incompetence, and
dangerous work practices, and other things I disagreed
with. That shut them up. They were all ears now,
wanting to know who was up for the chop.
I read the names, and when they filed out, that left
the upper and middle management. They looked relieved,
thinking that the ones called out were the ones for
the chop. I let them think that, until they'd relaxed,
and felt safe. Then I dropped the axe on them, hard!
“If I may have your attention”, I told them, and the
sods actually kept talking for a couple of seconds
longer, laughing and joking with each other. “You
lot”, I said, my eyes meeting all of theirs, and they
saw no pity in mine, “are the worst of the lot. Due to
your blatant disregard for proceedure, and gross
incompetence, this company has lost tens of thousands
in lost revenue. Constant repairs not done properly or
properly supervised, loss of product that this company
can ill afford, has pushed it to it's limits”.
I gave it to them, listing every fuck-up and foul-up
that my girls had uncovered. I spared no-one, and I
had to fight to keep my voice from shouting at the
bastards. A couple of managers were looking angry, and
so I told them straight, “You're out. I cant afford to
keep such imbeciles in your position of trust and
authority. If I do, this company will go under. That I
cannot accept. It will simply not do!”
One of the upper management stood, and crossly told me
that I couldn't fire him, or anyone there, as they
were all under contract! I told him that according to
the law, I had no contract with them, and that any
such previous contracts were null and void. “If you
see my name or signature on any of your contracts,
we're going to have a different discussion!”
I gave each and every one of them their walking
papers, and dismissed them. Then I had Katya bid the
others to come in, them not seeing the others leave
out of a different door. When they came in and made
themselves comfortable, these lot were a different
lot. They were quiet, not saying a word. They knew
they were in for it. A couple of middle-aged ladies
were weeping, and all together, they looked like they
were about to face a gallows. In a way, they were.
This time, I gave them a similar speech, but as I
looked around, I could only see about four supervisors
that looked like trouble, but when the subject of
contracts came up, I told them the same. Their
previous contracts were null and void. If they hadn't
signed a new contract yet, which were still at the
printers, then they didn't have a leg to stand on. I
passed them, their notices, and called a close to the
meeting.
In the first six months the company made a small
profit, which was channelled back into the company,
new machinery was installed, and the new management
and workers fit right in. I hired locally where I
could, and many who'd lost their jobs due to the
incompetents applied for their old jobs back. Some
were actually the right ones for the job, and made the
place hum. You could feel it, down to the very
concrete. The factory had a new lease on life, and
orders poured in, and profits grew stronger.
My first legal enterprise, and it was doing well! Fuck
me! How's that for lucky?
It took Chloe several more months to buckle on her
wearing clothes in our informal meetings at the house.
If we were working in the living room, Katya always
stripped off, and it was no big deal anymore. Chloe's
eyes would still travel her curves, but she'd stopped
blushing, and began to look at her co-worker with calm
detachment.
It was a chilly winter's day, I remember, snow was on
the ground, when Chloe finally dropped her pants in
the house. She was still smoking, and would go outside
for her nicotene fix. When she came back inside, she
was rubbing her hands, and stamping her feet. I made
the usual crack about it being cold out there, and she
smiled, and asked if it was alright if we took a
longer break, and could we have a soak in the jacuzzi,
so she could warm up? I said of course we could, so
Katya and I got up from the table, and assuming that
Chloe would change into a suit, we all trooped into
the spa.
As Katya and I undressed, Chloe stood there until my
jeans and boxers hit the floor, then she started to
undress. We watched her slowly disrobe. Her body had
all the curves of a Venus, and her butt was nicely
rounded, and I became half-aroused at seing her almost
nude, from the back. When she slipped her panties off,
sliding them down her legs, we caught a flash of the
oval vaginal lips that had brunette pubic hairs around
them. She was turned away from us, shy and self-
conscious.When she was nude, she turned around, and
with her hand and arm covering her tits and bush, she
stepped into the pool, not dropping her arms until she
was neck deep in water. She sighed, and began to
relax.
Katya and I didn't say anything, just sitting there
and soaking in contentment. Then after a few minutes,
Chloe asks us if we really think she's pretty? I
opened my eyes, and studied her. Her hair was wet, and
clung to her head and shoulders, and she looked small
and vulnerable. Katya slid over to her, and hugged
her, and told her she was very pretty, and if it
wasn't for the fact she was her friend, she'd be very
jealous!
The shy brunette looked at me, and I told her she was
one of the loveliest women I'd ever seen, no doubt
about it. She sat there for another minute, and then
she slowly stood up. She was magnificent. Her body was
gently curved, and as my eyes travelled down her
frame, I saw her boobs were full and rounded, capped
with light brown aureola, her nipples hard and
standing proud. She was up to her upper thighs in
water, and I watched the water drip off her now soaked
pubic hair. Chloe blushed, and her hands fluttered, as
if to cover herself, but with an effort of will, she
dropped her hands to her side, and stood there, her
chin up, and finding pride in her nudity for the first
time in her life.
I breathed, “Bloody beautiful!”, and Katya had a
predatory look in her eyes, licking her lips, which
caused Chloe to blush even redder. I was gloriously
hard and rampant now, and wondered how far this shy
girl was going to take this. Then as if a signal had
been given, Katya moved into the brunette's arms, and
they began to kiss, the redhead's hands slowly
discovering as much of Chloe's skin as she could. When
her hand found a breast, Chloe moaned, and timidly
brought her own hand up, which Katya took, and placed
it on the breast it was seeking.
They were both moaning, gasping for breath in between
kisses, and then Chloe gasped louder and her body
bucked as Katya found her pussy, and slid a finger
into her quim. Chloe's puss slurped with wetness, and
as the redhead ran her fingers across Chloe's clit,
the brunette woman thrust her hips back at her, and
was now moaning and gasping so much, that when she
climaxed, she almost dragged the other woman under the
water as her legs gave out. Limp, Katya placed Chloe
into my arms, where I held her, and as the girl
regained her faculties, she realised where she was,
and could feel my hard rod resting against her thigh.
“Oh”, she says, “did I do that?” then she giggled like
a schoolgirl, and wiggled her cute butt against my
leg.
“Why don't you try it, and see how much you made an
impression on Ron”, Katya said to her.
“Ron?” Chloe said, and I told her that Katya and I had
developed a closer relationship, but it was still a
working relationship. So, she could call me Ron, out
of a business context. Chloe's eyes went wide, and
looking at Katya, asked her if she'd slept with me?
Katya smiled, and told her that there hadn't been any
sleeping involved! At which she laughed, and sat next
to me. Chloe was still in my lap, and her hand was now
around my hard-on, and she was stroking it.
“You don't mind?”, she ased, nodding to where she was
sitting, and to what her hand was doing.
“Of course not!” Katya told her. “There's plenty to go
around, and if you ask Roberta nicely, she'll show you
how to enjoy yourself with her, too!”
You see, that's one thing I hadn't told you. Roberta
was, is sorry, what they call a 'lipstick lesbian'.
That's why she loves to walk around the house nearly
nude all the time, teasing me, knowing, and making it
known, that she was out of reach to me. I didn't care.
I had other entertainments to keep me satisfied!
Chloe's jaw dropped at that, and holding me around the
neck, she swivelled around until she was facing me,
and reaching under herself, pointed my way to heaven,
and sat down. Fuuuuck! but she was tight. Like a
virgin, but without the hymen! My willie actually bent
trying to slide into her, and then it popped straight
up, and right into her. She held me tight, by her arms
and by her pussy, and started to move on me. I could
tell she was inexperienced, so I helped her, and Katya
held her from behind, raising and lowering her hips in
time to my thrusts.
I had to hold onto the side of the pool, because I
kept slipping off the seat. Chloe was becoming more
frantic now, her release rushing upon her. She was so
slick, I was sliding in and out of her easily, but
still feeling the snug fit of her wonderful pussy
channel. Then with a cry from the heart, she jammed
her pussy down on me, and climaxed mightily and
loudly. She sat there, panting and groaning, her hips
giving little twitches, and she had little aftershocks
that coursed through her body.
As the now happy woman relaxed, a smile on her face,
Katya helped her off me, and floated her to the side,
and sat her down. Then looking at my still hard
member, she hopped into my lap, and took over where
Chloe had left off. The redhead started moving on me,
her pussy sliding on me, and gradually we sped up, and
then with a cry from both of us, we climaxed, me
first, then Katya.
We spent the rest of the day nude, and Roberta was in
heaven, having two naked and beautiful women to ogle!
Chloe confessed that she'd been attracted to me, but
as she was shy and had a bad self-esteem issue, and
because of the fact that I was her boss, she didn't do
anything about her little crush she had. She also told
me that I'd been the second man to have had sex with
her. She'd given her virginity to her Uncle when she
was fourteen, but he'd been so rough with her, hurting
her and pushing her away when he was finished. She'd
never been with anyone else until me. Wow.
Over the next year, those two women became a very
valuable pair of assets to me. Every time I made
money, they enjoyed the rewards that came from the
perks of their association with me. They had large
bank accounts, and the computer geek that Chloe told
me about was doing well. He started an online IT
company with my help, and he was counting some serious
money as well from it. So, I didn't need my other
girls anymore, and passed my business onto the guy
running it. Occasionally one or two of the girls would
come out to visit, and they'd stay the night, but
never took a penny for their time, just 'for old times
sake', they called it!
When Anne had her fifteenth birthday, she'd decided
she'd been a virgin long enough. She was an
accomplished fellatrix, practicing on me, and from
what I've been told by her, on a few of the local boys
as well. A great way for her to cool them off, so they
couldn't concentrate on trying to get her knickers
off!
A couple of boys didn't want her to do the deed,
insisting she proved she was a 'real woman' by going
all the way. Those she called quits on, and when a
young fellow put the word around that he'd fucked her,
I got an old mate of mine, René, a Belgian ex-
mercenary, to give him a visit, and not to be gentle
with the fucking little prick. After the kid was
released from hospital, he made it very well known
that he lied. Honour was restored.
So on the day of Anne's birthday, which she had a ball
at, all of her friends were there. Katya and Chloe
bought her jewelry and clothes, I got her a plane
ticket to Paris, with spending money, and her friends
all chipped in with presents as well. Suzie was no
longer a friend, she'd moved on to another more
expensive girl's finishing school. Anne's days as a
starving waif were far behind her now. She doesn't
want to remember those times, they still hurt when she
thinks about them.
So, that night, as we were watching a movie in the
living room together, she cuddles into me, and lets me
know she thinks its time. We were lying on a mattress,
covered in a sheet, with a blanket over us and pillows
all over the place. I ask her what she means, 'its
time?' Anne, who by now had a woman's curves, and nice
full boobs, tells me she wants to sleep with me. I
didn't know what she meant, dumb bastard that I am,
and she almost had to beat me over the head with it.
She didn't want to be a virgin anymore!
So of course I ask her if that's what she really
wanted, and with a withering look, she tells me she
wouldn't have said anything to me if she didn't! Good
point! So I turn off the dvd player, and with a
remote, turn the lights down. Anne gets up and lights
some candles. She loves to set the mood when she feels
romantic!
So she lies back down with me, and we started to kiss,
and soon, she's all relaxed, and getting all heated
up. My Anne is a randy beggar, and that night she was
going to give herself to me completely, so she let
herself go. I ran my hands over her boobs, massaging
them, rolling and tweaking her nipples, which she
loves, and she began to moan, her hips rolling as my
hand went lower. I've brought her off by rubbing her
pussy and clit before, but this time, as I manipulated
her lips and clit, I used one of my fingers to slowly
penetrate her, going slowly, a little bit at a time,
withdrawing it, then pushing in a bit further, moving
my finger around in wider circles, trying to loosen
her up.
She was wet, far wetter than she normally was before,
and my finger made a slurping sucking noise as it
worked its magic on, and in, her. Anne had taken off
her panties before lying down, and her legs were wide
open, and her pubic hair rasped under my palm. And
with the heel of my hand, I applied some pressure on
her clit and pubic bone.
Finally, she couldn't wait anymore, and pulled me on
top of her. I went to kiss her boobs, but she didn't
want that. “Later!” she told me. “I want you in me,
Ron”, she panted. “I want you in me now!” How could I
argue with that?
I knelt between her spread legs, her quim wet and
glistening with her copious juices, and the aroma of
her arousal lodged in my nostrils, driving me wild
with desire for her teenaged body. Anne's breasts were
rising and falling, and as she collected herself for
the final moment, she looked up at me, and our gazes
locked. Still looking into her eyes, I manouvered my
stiff prick with my body to line up with her open and
ready entrance.
Then when I was all lined up, I moved my hips forward
until I was just resting on those wonderful young
lips, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, pushed forward. I
didn't want to hurt her, you see. Her entrance tried
to push me back out, but I was already in, and as my
cockhead did battle with her ring of muscles at her
entrance, I kept pushing forward, and my Anne grunted
and moaned as I did so.
Then she took matters into her own hands, so to speak.
She grunted, “This is taking too bloody long!”, and
she puts her legs around me, and bucks upward, while
pushing down at me with her feet. She gives a short
screaming yelp as I plunged into her hot, tight, wet
pussy channel, and she just lays there with me on top
of her, both of us panting, and me trying not to cum
into her too soon.
Oh, so you're back, love! Do you want to tell him your
side of the story? No? Okay, I'll keep going, then.
Like I said, Anne was lying there, me on her, and my
cock was finally in her. I'd waited for that day, but
me being who I am, I never pushed the issue. I always
told her, if she wanted me, I was here, otherwise, I
was sure there were many other blokes she could choose
from to make her a woman. I'm honoured she chose me.
She didn't have to, but she did. Thank you, love.
Then when we were all relaxed again, she gives a
tentative push up at me, and winces, but she kept
going, until her body had accepted my cock. She was
moving slowly, and then I began to move with her. We
kept that up for a long time, I remember, just me
thrusting down, and her thrusting up to meet me, and
time had no meaning for us. We had sweat pouring off
us, but it dripped unnoticed onto the sheet under her,
until finally, she starts to shudder, hunching at me,
and moaning fit to bust!
I felt my own climax coming, and I kept riding her
body, slamming down into her, Anne picking up her pace
and slamming right back at me. Then with a shout, I
came, my cum boiling and bubbling out of my shaft. She
cried out, and her climax made Anne give a long
wailing cry that I can still hear today!
We grunted and groaned, finally hunching to a stop,
gasping and panting from the exertion of our joining.
It was one of the best moments of my life, to see her
smiling up at me, and hearing Anne tell me that she
loved me! I'll never forget it till my dying day!
Well, lets call it quits, matey, I need to have a bit
of alone-time with my angel, hope you don't mind!
Thanks for coming over, and give us a call if you find
you need some more material for your book! See you
later, and you take care of yourself, you hear me?