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Amber the Dark-Haired Beauty
by Obmuj (address withheld)
Edited by Vzenx

***

A sexual outpouring from a man who is wealthy and is 
going to marry Amber, the 18 year old daughter of his 
boss, after only just meeting the girl. (MM/F-teen, 
inc, voy, rom)

***

She was seated directly across the table from him, he 
assumed, next to her boyfriend. She had a vibrant 
voice, impeccable manners, and her body movements 
seemed to be fluid as she synchronized her movements 
with her speech. His hostess, Denise Morgan, introduced 
him saying, 'This is Mr. Paul Henderson, and Paul, this 
is Miss Amber Lynda Morgan, my lovely daughter.' Then 
she burst into robust laughter and added, "You're aware 
her father is chairman of the board of the bank where 
you are employed."

Her eyes, yes, it was her eyes. They were dark brown in 
color, but appeared to have a tint of orange in them. 
He wondered why they seemed to be so full of life. Her 
hair was pitch black adding to her apparent radiant 
gleam and vivaciousness. He could not believe how 
exceptionally attractive this young lady was. He tried 
not to gaze at her so intently, it's impolite to stare. 
He tried to concentrate upon Denise but he was 
constantly staring at the exceptionally attractive 
girl. 

At first Paul was unable to determine what it was that 
added to the allure of the female that had suddenly 
made him feel like a teenage boy, instead of the 34-
year-old chief executive financial officer for the 
leading bank in the state. He realized the dress she 
was wearing was the most attractive yellow he had ever 
seen. It seemed to be silk, yet there was no sheen, the 
thing that sets off silk from other fabrics. In 
addition, it was low cut emphasizing the roundness and 
fullness of her breasts. Paul could picture in his 
mind, the light shade of tan that most assuredly 
colored her nipples and areolas. She was so poised that 
he was convinced she was at least twenty one, later he 
found out she was only eighteen. 

During dinner, she noted his lusty looks when he was 
speaking to the other guests. She would smile when it 
was appropriate to do so, and occasionally added a few 
sentences to the conversation. Most of the time 
however, she nodded and smiled as decorum dictated. 
Paul, brimming with self importance, believed she was 
looking directly at him and he took her smiles to be a 
sign of encouragement. 

Looking around the table, Paul observed the other men 
were also watching the charming daughter of their host 
and or employer. After dinner, the guests were escorted 
into the library, with walnut wood covering the walls, 
and ceiling. 

Mingling with the other guests, Paul found himself 
face-to-face with the lovely daughter of his host, and 
as she smiled, he wanted to pull her into his arms and 
take her to bed. This female, was in the opinion of the 
men in the room, the epitome of womanhood. Paul 
convinced himself a fling with her would be the 
ultimate conquest.

Finally near the end of the evening, they were able to 
speak quietly to each other. Amber told him, "Paul, I 
saw you watching me all evening. I so wish I could have 
been seated next to you. I understand you are thirty 
four. I must tell you, I'm only eighteen. If you wish, 
I will call you at your office tomorrow. Just don't 
tell my father. I understand you are not like other 
men. I want to find out for myself who you are. Do not 
try to call me! I will call you. Deal?' 

'Are your eyes real, or are you wearing contacts?' 
responded Paul as he looked into her eyes. 'They are 
fantastic, so alluring!' 

Taking Paul's arm in her own, Amber said softly, "Let's 
find a place where we can escape these mad humans, who 
only want to sample Daddy's expensive wine." Leading 
him from the party she said, "Let me show you Daddy's 
wine cellar." Off they went down into the bowels of the 
mansion.

As they walked into the basement, Amber informed him, 
"My eyes are real, and my Daddy says I'm beautiful as 
the result of inner breeding, or as he says in private, 
our incestuous families have bred to long together." 
Smiling at her own humor, she looked at Paul, 'My Dad 
swears my mother got pregnant by her father, and hell, 
that may be true." With a mischievous smile, she 
continued, "Daddy says my mother's grandpa got his 
sister pregnant, and that would be mom's mother."

Once they entered the wine cellar, Paul could not 
believe how many full racks there were. Not only 
bottles but four large casks labeled as coming directly 
from French vineyards. As he was staring at the stock, 
Amber turned and locked the door. Paul was somewhat 
surprised she had a key to the cellar.

"Accordingly to Daddy, any man who sticks his thing in 
me before my wedding day, he will de-nut. So, if you 
want me, you will need to marry me. Does that meet with 
your approval or are you willing to take a chance?'

'Your father always says there is to be no underwear 
left around a desk. He also says we are to keep our 
noses out of the business of others.'

"Really, Paul, my father says those things?"

"Yes, he will come up with strange quotes during bank 
meetings. It is easy to see where you got your sense of 
humor." Paul said, with a smile on his face.

"Obviously you didn't believe me about my ancestors. I 
swear my father has told this story many times; when I 
ask mother about my grandparents, she informs me they 
are all dead." 

"Amber, are you trying to shock me' Your family has 
produced attractive women. By far you are the most 
attractive of all."

"Paul, if you really want to help me, hire a private 
detective and find out exactly who my ancestors are. I 
would like to know the truth. If I tried to uncover the 
past Daddy would find out, he always does find out what 
I do, he would punish me severely. Please check out my 
ancestors. That can be your wedding present to me from 
you. 

"Now, are you saying you and I are getting married?' 
asked Paul with a certain incredulous air. 'You are 
truly lovely and I would certainly not turn you down. 
But that is not the way I want to ask you.'

As they were approaching the door of the wine cellar, 
Amber reached out and turned the light switch off, 
placed her finger over his lips to silence him In a 
moment's time, Paul she had pulled down his zipper, 
fished out his penis, gotten down on her knees and 
begun to suck him. He was shocked. His cock responded 
to the warm and wet contact of Amber's mouth. Her 
active tongue soon licked him to full erection and she 
sucked greedily while he held on to her head. Soon he 
was shooting his white hot seed into her mouth. 

She didn't swallow it but held the full load in her 
mouth until he finished. When he was through she got 
up, and kissed him forcing his lips apart. She filled 
his mouth with the semen she had retained. Then after 
they shared the cum and swallowed, she whispered in his 
ear, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. When we 
are married there will be more."

They went back to the party, and for nearly an hour, 
Amber stayed away from him. She waited for over an hour 
before approaching him again. Finally she got close 
enough to ask, "Paul, walk outside with me. I'm getting 
tired of being around Daddy's friends and co-workers." 

As she spoke, she walked from the room, through a door 
almost hidden beside the picture windows. They walked 
toward a pool house. It was as large as some people's 
homes. Once inside the house, she stood on tip toes and 
kissed him. It is was a deep soul kiss. Their tongues 
danced together. Finally after what seemed to be hours, 
she broke the kiss.

Unable to determine what Amber was doing, Paul knew 
that he would assuredly be fired if his employer saw 
him with his daughter. This time they weren't in the 
dark wine cellar. While Amber was kissing him, Paul 
relaxed enough to enjoy her lips on his own. 

Without understanding why, he felt her reach down and 
grab his slightly hard erection. When Amber unzipped 
his trousers, Paul became frightened. He asked, "Why 
are you doing this' Is this your way to have me fired' 
At the least the wine cellar was dark?"

"Paul, my father makes my life miserable and controls 
my dates, even when I go out alone with a boy." Amber 
was gripping his cock in her soft hand, as she spoke. 
"Tomorrow, when I call you, I want to meet you after 
work."

"Your father will kill me, or at the least, I will be 
fired!" 

"No, Daddy told me you would be the perfect son-in-law, 
and he may be right about something for the first time 
in my life." Wrapping her arms around Paul's neck, 
Amber's lips were once more kissing Paul's. It was a 
soft and gentle kiss, with the promise of more to come. 

Reaching down once more, Amber gave his cock another 
tight squeeze. She moved away from the confused man, 
and left him standing in the pool house with a ragging 
hard-on sticking out of his trousers. Looking around in 
the semi-darkness Paul saw a door with a sign that 
read, "MALE CREW MEMBERS." Entering the door, Paul 
found he was in a bathroom as large as the living room 
in his home.

He reached down, grasped his erection, and commenced 
masturbating. In less than a minute, out blasted a 
thick eruption of cum. He was amazed at the amount 
spewing forth as he had been sucked off only a short 
time ago. 

After washing his hands and wiping off his cock with a 
towel from off the wall rack, Paul zipped up his pants, 
and walked back into the overly large party room of the 
pool house. He stopped as he heard a man and woman's 
voice, and listened as they spoke about the man having 
his first sexual experience. Within a few minutes the 
couple was in the throes of copulation. He heard the 
woman say, "Gill, you're so hard and big! Oh! Oh! Don't 
shove into me so hard! God you are ripping me open!"

Paul had no doubt who the woman was, the voice belonged 
to Denise Morgan, Amber's mother. The man, Gill, had 
been seated next to Amber at dinner. Paul moved quietly 
across the room so he could see the two of them 
clearly. They were on a large leather sofa in the 
middle of the pool house. 

"Gill, give it to me! Do it hard now! YES! Fuck me like 
a mad man. MY GOD, GILL, I HAVEN'T BEEN FUCKED FOR OVER 
A YEAR, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! GILL, I GOING 
OFF! OH MY GOD ITS BEEN SO LONG! FUCK ME! GIVE ME YOUR 
COCK! OH, YEAHHH! YEAH! GILL, I LOVE IT! YOUR FUCKING 
ME BEAUTIFULLY! GILL, IT IS SO GOODDDDD!"

After her orgasm, Denise asked Gill, "Promise you won't 
do it with my daughter, I want you for my own." Paul 
listened as Denise Morgan asked the youthful boy, "Have 
you done anything with Amber, oh hell, Gill, you're so 
fucking hard and deep in my pussy, tell me have you 
done anything with my daughter?"

"No way would I even touch her, Denise, your husband, 
told me if I touched his daughter, he would cut my 
balls off. Honest, Denise I haven't even copped a 
feel." 

"Gill, you can fuck me every day of the week. Don't do 
my daughter! I will give you all the pussy you could 
want. Tell me you want me! Not just tonight but every 
night!

"Denise, your cunt is tight, wet and hot inside. 
Yeahhhh, damn, I'm going to come, NOW!" the teenage boy 
cried out as he emptied his massive load of cum in her. 
It was truly his first time that he really fucked a 
woman and he thoroughly enjoyed it. It didn't matter if 
she was his mother's age. 

Standing no more than couple of feet from the couple 
who had just gotten off, Paul watched the shapely legs 
of his hostess, waving around in the air as she was 
being fucked by the teen boy, man. 

At one point Paul watched, as Denise grabbed her ankles 
and pulled her feet back as far as she could splitting 
her hips wide apart. It made him wonder how she could 
stand the pain. She was stretched over Gill's body and 
hers was at least a foot off the sofa. In short Gill 
was riding her and she was riding air. Pumping him as 
hard as he pumped her. 

Gill lay between the legs of his hostess, trying to 
recuperate when Denise suddenly decided it was over. 
"Get off me, I feel your cum running out of my pussy. 
Oh hell, I hope it doesn't get on my dress. Get off me, 
I have to clean up. You really filled me up. Hell you 
must shot a pint of cum up my pussy."

Gill moved from between Denise's thighs. The moonlight 
now shining through the windows provided sufficient 
illumination to show off the thick cream that was 
dripping from the freshly fucked cunt. Paul was 
surprised at the amount of thick male fluid flowing 
easily out of the clenched tight pussy. 'Hairless, 
tight, no wonder he was able to cum so quickly thought 
Paul. Some day I would like to find out how she would 
respond to a real man. 

Standing quickly, Denise pulled her dress up and off 
her body. Paul could see she had perfect legs, 
wonderfully shaped. The hair covering her sex was dark. 
At first he thought she was hairless, now he realized 
the lack of illumination made it appear earlier she was 
hairless. In fact she had so much of it he didn't think 
she trimmed any at all. Then he realized she had indeed 
a bare pussy. She did indeed keep her labia bare. 
Bikini trim he thought to himself. "Grab a towel for 
me, hurry! Your cum is running down my legs! Shit! Some 
got on my dress!' Now her tone changed reflecting a 
fright, "GILL, OH SHIT!"

"Hurry! Damn it, I feel like a gushing fountain! Your 
load is flowing out of me, down my thighs and all the 
way to my feet! Damn! You must have unloaded a ton of 
cum!' Paul watched as the woman carried the dress to 
the bathroom, as she was impatient with her lover in 
bringing her a wash cloth. 

The view of the naked and he guessed, 40-something 
woman walking into the bright lights of the bathroom, 
gave him an ideal view of her flawless body. Shit, I'd 
like a piece of that action myself. She isn't only 
attractive, but Denise is an older version of her 
daughter, marrying Amber could certainly have benefits.

Paul moved silently, cautiously to the door. He needed 
to escape before he was caught. He did not want to be 
accused of spying on the couple. He got out and was 
back at the party within minutes. He grabbed a 
cocktail, and began to mingle. His boss cornered him, 
and began to hold him in conversation. He maneuvered 
him away from the french doors as soon as he saw Denise 
approach them. He watched her enter followed almost 
immediately by Gill. He was sure Mr. Morgan did not see 
either one of them enter the room. 

Paul watched as Denise walked across the floor. She was 
trying to go to the staircase, when her husband spotted 
her. He stopped her and went to speak with her. She 
ever the cool lady of society, turned and kissed her 
husband on his cheek, whispered something in his ear, 
and steered him toward the guests. He never saw the 
large cum stain on the back of her dress. 

As Harley J Morgan moved across the floor, his eye 
landed on Gill. His daughter's boyfriend. He was sure 
he hadn't seen him a few minutes ago. He began to work 
his way over to Gill. Meantime, Paul was watching 
Denise go up the stairs through the large mirror on the 
opposite wall. He found the nearly six inch stain on 
the back of her dress right where her butt was pressed 
against the garment. In fact he could almost see the 
crease of her legs where the thigh met the buttocks. He 
was sure she was bare. 

Paul watched as Harley J Morgan made a turn, and sidled 
up to Gill. Next moment there was an accident. Harley 
had bumped into him. Gill screamed as he felt the man's 
knee strike him in the groin. Then as Gill folded to 
the ground, old man Morgan promptly knelt beside him. 
He appeared to be offering him an apology. But Paul in 
the heat of the moment got close enough to hear what 
Mr. Morgan said to the young man. "The next time, I 
hear of you fucking one of my family members, I will 
cut your nuts off, now get the fuck out of my house."

Even though he had observed Denise and Gill fucking in 
the pool house, Paul had not seen Harley in the room, 
and mistakenly believed his employer must have been 
looking through a window.

Helping the young boy to his feet, "Old Harley" 
assisted him to the door, all the time pretending to 
offer his apology; finally Gill was out the door.

Paul watched as Denise came back down the stairs, 
wearing a dark red dress that reached to her shoes. 
Just as Denise reached the last step, Harley greeted 
his wife, and taking her arm eased her around to the 
side of the wide stairway. Paul saw Harley reach out 
and grabbed the crotch of his wife's gown. There could 
be no doubt the cuckold husband had gripped a handful 
of his wife's thick muff, and was pulling it as hard as 
possible, and Harley smiled the total time.

"For god's sake, let go! You're pulling my hair out! 
Stop!" Trying to look like she was smiling, she asked, 
"Harley, what is wrong with you?" Denise tried to 
pretend she did not know why her husband was so rough 
with her. Had Denise seen Gill receive the knee between 
his legs, she would certainly have realized she was 
likely to have more problems later.

Paul could hear the soft words Harley J Morgan spoke, 
while still pulling his wife's pubes, "You fucked that 
son-of-a-bitch! You fucked, Gill. Your cunt smells like 
a whore's! You will pay for this later! Go back up 
stairs and stay there! I don't want you down here 
again!' Before turning to walk away from his wife, Paul 
watched as Harley J Morgan made a quick yank on his 
wife's pussy rug. 

He pulled hard enough that she fell to the floor 
screaming in pain. Harley bent over her and in faux 
comfort spoke loudly for all to hear, "Honey, did you 
trip on my shoe, I'm so sorry. Perhaps you should go 
lie down, I'll take care of the guests, you just rest, 
Sweetheart." Harley kissed his wife while picking her 
up from the floor.

Watching the attractive hostess, Denise, walk up the 
stairs, Paul determined he wanted to get the hell out 
of this house, and after other 10-minutes, bid his host 
goodnight. As he walked to his car, he was stopped in 
the drive by Amber. She was standing behind a tree. 

She pulled him to her and hugged him tightly. Once more 
her tongue found his and danced with it. Paul sensing 
her heat, reached under dress and grabbed a feel of the 
young twat. He felt her garter, then as she opened her 
legs he discovered the lack of panties. Her pubic hair 
was as fine and soft as the hair on a new born baby. 

"Paul, be the first man to touch me intimately, let me 
feel your finger in me! Please, I'm so frustrated! Make 
me cum!"

"Hell, she's soaking wet," Paul said to himself. Slowly 
he eased his finger inside the wet opening between 
Amber's legs. He discovered her maiden head was intact. 
"Your sex is perfect, you know that don't you, Amber?"

"I have no way of knowing. Honestly Paul you are the 
first person to touch me in such an intimate way, and 
it feels wonderful, but you kind of hurt me when you 
pushed your finger in deep."

"I didn't mean to cause you pain, but I touched your 
hymen. I apologize for causing you any discomfort." 
Paul whispered to the pretty teenager. Slowly Paul 
moved his finger in the edge of her parted and gripping 
labia, and rubbed his thumb tip against her hardened 
clitoris, and felt her body shudder. Knowing he had 
likely brought her to climax in only a few seconds, 
Paul asked Amber, "Did you enjoy my getting you off?"

Yes, that was my very first time; you're a kind lover, 
Paul." Then Amber hugged Paul and told him, "Tomorrow 
lover, I will call you. Don't disappoint me." Amber 
whispered, "Goodnight my lover," as she turned and 
walked back into the large home. Paul watched the sway 
of her hips, as she moved away from him; he walked the 
rest of the way to his car.

Walking into his bedroom, Paul removed his tux, laid it 
across the chair, so his maid would know to have it 
cleaned when she arrived for work the next day. No 
wonder everyone tells me that Harley J Morgan is such 
an asshole. He busted a kid's nuts, and pulled his 
wife's pussy hair as hard, he jerked her off her feet. 
He is one cruel man, and now his daughter is coming 
onto me, what gives with this family' Paul spoke out 
loud to himself, "Hell, Amber is a virgin, and I felt 
her cherry when I pushed my finger up inside her and 
pressed my finger against her membrane."

The next morning Paul received a call from Amber at 
10:00 o'clock, Her sweet voice was something to hear. 
"Paul, Darling, I'm coming in to lunch with Daddy. I 
want you to join us." Trying to determine how to reply 
to Amber's comment, he listened as she asked him, "Did 
you find my present in your coat pocket?" Then Paul 
heard the sound of a kiss, and then the click as Amber 
had hung up the phone.

What did she put in my pocket, hell, I left my tux out 
to be sent to the cleaners. Calling his home, he waited 
for his maid, Jean to answer his phone, and when she 
said, "Hello, Henderson residence, may I help you?" 
"Jean Ann, this is Paul, Paul Henderson, and have you 
sent my tux to the cleaners?"

Paul hears a slight hesitation to the word, "Yes," and 
then he imagined a chuckle could be heard in his maid's 
voice. "Did you not want them sent?"

"No, that is fine. But... did you... did you find 
anything in my coat pocket?" 

"Mr. Henderson, evidently someone played a joke on you, 
as there was a pair of ladies panties there. I-I took 
them out, sir, and placed them on your dresser, was 
that alright?" 

"Yes, Jean fine. I was just told someone had played a 
practical joke on me. I was checking to see if it was 
true, thank you." Listening to the humor in Jean Ann's 
voice, Paul asked, "Aren't you curious as to why some 
ladies undies were in my coat pocket?"

"Mr. Henderson, I'm afraid of the answer, and if you 
want me to know you will tell me as you normally share 
so much with me. 

"Jean Ann, one of these weekends, I'm going to have to 
take you once more on a three-day weekend jaunt, to 
thank you for being such a great employee."

"Mr. Henderson," the maid, laughing asked, "I know the 
weekend would be enjoyable, as was the other one, but 
do you think because I'm only nineteen, that I don't 
understand your offer, "For once more?"

"Now what could an old man like me find enjoyable being 
with a young lady, who could be my daughter, and who, 
at my age, would likely suffer a heart attack if things 
were like you were insinuating, then again, sounds like 
a great way to leave this planet."

"You aren't old, and we both know that. Have you 
forgotten my forgetting you were off one day when I 
came to clean your home, and I walked in to find you 
asleep on the sofa in the living room. You were not 
only nude, but extremely excited, you horny man?" 
Chuckling, she added, "And don't forget, you gave me 
reasons to know better when we had the 'overtime 
weekend'. That was wonderful! Really, it was. Thank 
you, Mr. Henderson."

"Jean Ann, perhaps I should have a live in maid."

"My dear boss, I just might take you up on your offer 
one of these days, just for a night or weekend, as you 
know I'm not getting married and spring break could be 
a fun time."

"Let me know when your available for overtime again, 
Jean Ann."

"I just might do overtime sooner than later, you BBB."

"Now what is BBB, Jean Ann?"

"Big-Bad-Boss, she laughed. 'Your so kind to me. Thank 
you for the money for the down payment of the car. 
Without your help, I couldn't have afforded it."

"That was your bonus for being prompt for the past 
year, and not failing to have the house spotless. You 
earned it. I did not give it to you.'

Paul hung up the phone and remembered how he had come 
to get Jean Ann. She had been dating a boy who was only 
interested in getting the young girl into his bed. He 
really did not have any idea how attractive and how 
neat she was. His name was Dave. He finally asked Jean 
Ann to marry him and offered her an engagement ring. 
She then had on a couple of occasions slept with him. 
Then without much explanation he broke off the 
engagement. She never saw him again. 

Shortly after that she had gone to work for Paul trying 
to get enough money to go to college. One day she and 
Paul were talking and she told him the entire sordid 
tale. Paul told her to forget what happened. He offered 
to send her to the community college as long as she 
cleaned his house and cooked dinner for him. In fact he 
told her, 'If you desire to attend college, I'll pay 
your expenses. You can work for me around your 
educational schedule. However, there can be no other 
men in your life.'

Two weeks after that conversation, Jean Ann was waiting 
for him when he got home on Saturday after playing 
golf. "Hello, Mr. Thompson, I hope these party trays 
are what you wanted for this evening. The other items I 
have already placed in the fridge. I have my maid's 
black dress and grey apron you asked me to purchase. I 
can change without leaving."

"That's nice, and thanks for filling in for the party, 
but I thought you would enjoy the extra money, instead 
of hiring someone for tonight, and besides, you know 
the house."

The party was a mixed group of friends and employees 
from the bank. Paul was impressed with how Jean Ann had 
kept the food served, passed around the champagne and 
wine. After the party, Paul was setting at the bar in 
his combined office and library. Jean Ann had came into 
the room. It was about two am she told him put the left 
over food away, washed the dishes, and cleaned the 
kitchen.

"Hop up here and let me treat you to a glass of 
champagne, Jean Ann" 

"Thank you, Mr. Henderson, and I must tell you I've 
never tasted champagne before, but that sounds like 
fun."

For the next half hour, they spoke about the party, how 
school was coming along for her, and after drinking her 
second glass of champagne, Jean Ann told Paul, "I feel 
like my head is spinning. I feel woozy."

"Jean Ann, it would be better if you didn't drive home. 
You can sleep in the guest room, at the end of the 
hallway upstairs."

"Mr. Henderson, I know you didn't plan this to happen. 
Its Friday night, and with Monday being a holiday, you 
have three days off, and would you like to take me away 
for the weekend?"

"Jean Ann, that is something that would be wonderful, 
but do you realize what you are saying and offering 
me?"

"Do you think I'm bad, Mr. Thompson. I'm sorry for 
being so bold." and as she spoke, Jean Ann commenced 
crying. She put her head down on the bar. Paul got off 
the barstool and took the girl in his arms. She was 
sobbing and shaking almost uncontrollably. 'I am 
honored that you are offering yourself. Why are you 
crying now?' 

'You think I am a bad girl? You think I am not worthy 
of you.' she sobbed. 

For the next half hour, they spoke of what Jean Ann had 
offered him. Finally Paul had to take her in his arms 
and carry her up the stairs. At first he headed for the 
guest room but she begged him to take her to his room. 
'I want to be with you. I want you to keep me in your 
arms. Even if we don't go all the way I need you to 
hold me. Please just hold me.'

Paul put her on his bed and slowly removed her 
clothing. He could not believe how really perfect she 
was. She was about medium height, likely weighed as 
much as a soaking wet cat, perfect breasts, small 
nipples, light pink areolas, and a light growth of hair 
around her secret place between her perfectly formed 
legs. 'Paul, if you want I will sleep with you tonight, 
and then I can leave in the morning. I want you to be 
my first. I want you to take my cherry.' While she was 
speaking and he was undressing her he removed the bed 
covers and put her in it. Then he began to undress.

"That is so pretty, and looks so manly." Jean Ann said, 
while looking at the stiff penis that was stuck outward 
from Paul's groin.

Jean Ann was still sobbing and crying her body was 
wracked with the unmistakable shaking that goes with 
heavy tears. He reached over turned out the light and 
held the naked girl in his arms. He finally was able to 
calm her enough to ask her why she was so upset. 
Instead of answering him, she opened her legs. She 
tried to capture his erection and to take it into her. 

To his amazement, Paul felt Jean Ann open her thighs, 
and capture his erection between them. When the tip of 
his cock head touched her virgin sex, Paul shuddered as 
the heat from her body was evident against the blunt 
head of his manhood.

"Jean Ann, I won't make love to you tonight, but in the 
morning, if you still want, I will book us a flight to 
some place where we can be alone and enjoy the weekend.

"Paul, thank you. I like feeling your hardness against 
me. Yours is the first male organ I've ever seen or 
felt. I'll do whatever you desire. I will be yours 
forever."

"Jean Ann, lets sleep now. I'll wake you around six in 
the morning. We can get up and leave for the weekend, 
or you can go home, the decision will be yours."

"Thank you ~ good night Paul ~ hold me like this all 
night."

"Good night, Jean Ann," and as he spoke, Paul lightly 
kissed her offered lips.

The next morning when Paul awoke, he was still erect, 
and his cock head was completely wedged between the 
tight grips of Jean Ann's labia. Paul realized that 
with only a slight effort, he would complete the entry 
of his erection into her teenage virgin sheath. Paul 
pressed forward enough for Jean Ann to feel what a male 
member would feel like if he entered her fully. 
Lovingly Paul kissed the soft skin of Jean Ann's 
exposed neck, where her shoulder length hair had fallen 
away to reveal the smoothness of her neck. His lips 
moved down to the slope of her pointed breasts.

Paul felt Jean Ann' body stirring as his lips kissed 
their way down her never before caressed breast until 
they found the extremely small nipple. Paul's lips 
parted, and his tongue massaged the tiny pink bud. 
Never had Paul felt such delight in suckling a female 
breast. He felt how his actions caused Jean Ann to 
press her breast against his lips.

Jean Ann awoke fully to her first stimulation of a 
man's mouth on her breasts. "What... oh Paul, I ~ that 
feels so wonderful, I feel so..." Immediately upon 
being fully awake, Jean Ann felt the blunt and thick 
head of the male member nestled between the lips of her 
sex, but didn't become alarmed. Without thinking, she 
held him, pulling him to her. He was pressing at her 
entrance and she was responding. 

"Paul, yes... take me... Don't make me wait! We can 
leave later..." 

"No, Jean Ann, I want to make it not only wonderful for 
you, but to be someplace memorable, for both of us." He 
got up leaving the girl frustrated and breathless.

Paul called the airline he normally flew, got 
reservations for the first flight out and said, 'We 
have three hours to be dressed, and at the airport. 
They showered together. Then he packed his bag. 
Actually she packed his bag and then dressed in the 
only clothes she had with her. They were the ones she 
had worn when she came into work the previous day. 

"Paul, are we going to go by my place so I can pack' 
This is all I have with me."

"No, we will go shopping when we get to our 
destination. Don't worry about clothes, cosmetics, or 
anything. Leave it all to me.' 

He found out she had never flown or been out of town. 
On the way to the airport she asked, 'where are we 
going?' 

'I have reservations in Chicago. I thought I would take 
you to the Grand Hotel, a special restaurant I know, 
and then dancing.'

On the plane she sat by a window and watched as the 
plane took off. In the air she held on to his arm 
tightly. She did not know what to expect. 

'Yawn, that relieves the pressure on your ears.' He 
spoke. She hardly heard as she was totally awe struck 
with the view. The flight ended way to quickly. They 
got the bag, hailed a cab and were whisked to the 
hotel. Once they checked in Paul took her shopping. 
They went to all the right stores. Bloomingdales, Saks, 
Wannamakers, and several others. He watched as she 
tried on the clothes he picked out.

He made her show each one to her and approved of five 
of them. Then he took her to Victoria's Secret. He 
picked out some lingerie for her. She thought it was a 
bit bold. She argued with him. 'Its not me. Its too 
naughty!' 

'We will let the clerk decide.' he said to her. Then he 
got a clerk. 'I want you to go into the dressing room 
with her while she puts on these things. If you say 
they are not attractive then I will find something 
else. The clerk, a young girl, said, 'My dear, you go 
in to the dressing room. I sense you do not want to 
wear what your man has picked out. I will find 
something I know you can be happy in.' 

Turning to Paul, she added, 'Your lady friend, has very 
good taste. I think I will be able to help her. Please 
just relax and make your self comfortable this could be 
awhile.'

She went off while Jean Ann entered the small room and 
stripped down. The clerk returned and entered the room. 
'Your gorgeous!' she whispered. 'I think these are 
exactly what you want. They come in black, white, pink, 
and blue.' Jean Ann blushed as she tried on the 
matching bra and panties. 

'The bra is perfect! I have never worn a thong. Its a 
bit uncomfortable.' 

'You will get used to it. The neat thing is there is no 
panty line. You can wear a sheer garment and no one 
will know whether you have or do not have panties on.' 
At that they both laughed. 

'I want to do the right thing.' said Jean Ann. 'He is 
making this special for me so I need to be right for 
him.' 

'You are. This is exactly right.' said the clerk. Jean 
Ann got changed and the clerk suggested one set of each 
color. She agreed saying she was not sure what she 
would be wearing. She asked if she could return the 
items not worn. The clerk explained that in Illinois it 
was against the law to return under garments. 

Jean Ann got five new dresses, and an evening gown. She 
and Paul returned to the hotel and went straight to 
their room. While Paul showered, Jean Ann got dressed 
for dinner. Paul told her to wear the dress with the 
low cut back and built in bra. She was to be strapless 
tonight. Jean Ann remembering the clerk's advice put on 
the thong. She was sure it would show in back but the 
lone strap did not go that high. When she looked in the 
mirror; she saw there was no panty line. All that was 
left was to put on her face and her jewelry. 

She was ready to go when Paul got out of the shower. 
She was no longer a teenager and a girl. No, he saw the 
most beautiful woman. A goddess! He dressed quickly and 
they went down to dinner. 
"Your truly attractive and beautiful Jean Ann and I 
must say you've already given me more than I can 
imagine."

"You must not think ill of me, but Paul, I'm anxious 
for the evening to get here, and you make me a woman in 
the fullest extent." Jean Ann stopped about two feet in 
front of him. She pulled her dress up her leg until it 
reached her waist, then asked, "Like my stockings?"

"Hell yes!" Then he added, 'Your gorgeous! She made 
sure he did not see her cleft. She dropped her dress 
and Paul looked at her rear trying to see if she had 
panties on. Jean Ann caught him as he stared and said, 
'You will not know until later.' then she laughed. 

"You are a very mischievous man, but use your 
imagination as to what I have under my dress, besides; 
you turned me down this morning, so I might never offer 
you my body again."

"Never, I can't stand to live that long, perhaps we 
should turn the clock back and start the day over, 
please Jean Ann, give me one more chance to redeem 
myself?"

"Only if you promise to be on your best behavior the 
rest of the night. Kiss me once an hour. I might, I 
just might let you have at least a glimpse of something 
I have, and I must be honest, I am excited at the 
prospect."

Their dinner was in Jean Ann's words, fabulous. After 
dinner he took her sight seeing. They went to the Sears 
Tower. There, on the observation deck, Paul took 
several photos of Jean Ann. Another couple offered to 
take both of them together. Paul agreed and the couple 
took several more pictures of them. 

Then they went several other places, before he took her 
to the last stop of the evening, a dance, cruise, along 
the waterfront of Lake Michigan. While dancing he told 
her of his love for her. His desires, ambitions, and 
life. It was all very mundane. She nestled in his arms 
as he led her around the floor. When they arrived back 
at the pier, he hailed a taxi and they returned to the 
Grand Hotel.

Entering the lobby of the hotel, they strolled across 
the lobby and window shopped, and rode the elevator to 
their room. Once inside the room, Jean Ann moved to 
Paul and hugged him tightly in her arms. Looking up 
into his eyes, she spoke softly, "Today has been 
wonderful, and I can never thank you for all you done 
for me, but I must know why I've been so lucky?"

"Sometimes in life a person meets someone, and that 
someone is special, its a feeling I get and only 
rarely." Paul moved over to the window, and after 
closing the drapes, held the pretty teen his arms. 
"Jean Ann, when I was seventeen, I meet a man whom I 
had never had contact with before. It was one of those 
dark dreary winter days."

Moving so he was holding Jean Ann in his arms, Paul 
continued with his story. "That man was my father. My 
mother had always told me my father was killed in the 
military." Pausing to consider how to tell the story, 
he continued, "For the next four hours, my father told 
how he had hunted for me all his life, as my mother had 
moved, changed her name. They had never married, my 
father said, mother was ashamed of being pregnant and 
unmarried so she left the small town, changed her name, 
and disappeared." 

Jean Ann listened as Paul told how her, "My father 
spent thousands of dollars on private detectives, and 
finally one detective confirmed information my father 
had provide him, finally found me, and I was reunited 
with my father."

Paul went on, 'He had become wealthy over the years. He 
served in the Foreign Service, and it was while he was 
there he used that computer system to finally locate 
me. After we met and got completely reunited, he told 
me he was full of cancer and did not have too long to 
live. We lived together for the rest of Dad's life. He 
and I went to court and I got my name changed. 

While I was doing that he got a court order preventing 
Mother from interfering with us. He sent me to college 
but he never saw me graduate. I studied medicine, 
became the doctor he wanted me to. But I was not 
satisfied as an MD. My life was empty. I returned to 
school, and obtained an MBA at Walton University. 
Passed my CPA exams, and obtained the job with Morgan 
Bank."

"I found you when I interviewed for a maid. I had 
already seen at least a dozen people, I found you. You 
were someone who had dreams, and so honest in speaking 
of your personal life." Hugging the teenage girl in his 
arms, kissing her hair, Paul laughingly explained, 
"Jean Ann, I must tell you, you are the only female 
I've ever interviewed that informed me she was a 
virgin."

"PAUL, your embarrassing me!"

"That isn't all, I checked you out and found your 
father was raising you, as your mother had passed away 
from breast cancer. Without anyone knowing, I arranged 
for your father to purchase the store where he had 
worked since he was seventeen. You must never inform 
him about my actions. Now you know my life's story.
 
Jean Ann, pulled him closer to her. She looked up at 
him, and pressed her hips into his as she pulled him to 
her. 

"I had no idea. Oh, Paul, you are such a kind and 
wonderful man, now you're paying my way through 
college. And my father, you have made him so happy, and 
he once told me that he didn't know how the "old folks" 
who owned the store had allowed him to pay for it 
monthly, with only five-thousand dollars down."

Tears rolled down Jean Ann's face, as she went on, 'You 
are making me so complete. I want you to take me 
tonight. Please! I want you to make me a woman!'

They undressed and got into bed. 'Would you like a 
night cap' I will call room service and have them bring 
something up if you wish.' 

'That would be so nice. Why don't you order, and I will 
get cozy for you. She giggled. 
He ordered a bottle, and got into bed with her. In a 
short time it arrived with a note. The note said he was 
to call his office on Monday. He put it aside and 
offered her a brandy. It was the first time she had 
ever tasted the sweet, strong wine. It burned her 
throat going down. Paul laughed and showed her how she 
was supposed to sip it, slowly, as though she were 
savoring every swallow. She laughed too, and then tried 
it again. It still caused her to screw up her face but 
she managed to drink it. 

After they turned off the lights, and she was sure he 
was asleep, she whispered out loud to her mother. 

"Mom, I hope you can look down from Heaven and see me, 
and understand somehow what I'm doing.' I remember you 
said, 'When you give yourself to a man for the first 
time, make certain it is someone you will remember. He 
should be kind, caring, and loving.' You always told me 
Mom, 'I remember the first man I had sex with, and no, 
he wasn't your father, and no your father wasn't the 
second.' "I remember asking you Mom, how old you were 
the first time you did it, and you chided me saying you 
normally wouldn't answer that directly. 

Jean Ann recalled the one of the last conversations she 
and her mother had. They were sitting around the dining 
room table, her mother said, 'Honey, it isn't proper to 
ask such questions of a woman, but under the 
circumstances, I'll be honest with you.. I was somewhat 
open in sexual activity once I started, my first time 
was when I was nineteen. 

I slept with nine men before I met your father. Your 
father and I experimented with swinging shortly after 
you were born, it was part of the popular culture in 
the mid 80's. I can't be certain, but I believe there 
was somewhere around twenty other men that I enjoyed 
having sex with, but your father was always there, and 
we only partied with couples.'

'Really, mom, you and dad had sex with other couples... 
that seems wild, and surprising, Dad didn't mind 
watching you with other men; guess he didn't because he 
got other women, that sounds so wild. Laughing, Jean 
Ann remembered telling her mother, "My mom, The 
Swinging Mom." She looked at her mother as she had 
listened to her tell about the various couples she and 
her father had partied with. Jean Ann laughed as her 
mother described one man they referred to as "donkey 
dick" because
he was over a foot long, and as thick as her wrist."

Jean Ann asked her mother several questions about she 
and her father swinging, and her mother was honest, and 
told how she once allowed her husband and another man 
to do a double with her. "Mom, what is a double, and 
you mean two men at the same time?"

"Yes, I was sitting on one, with him in my sex, and the 
other man got behind me and worked it up my back side, 
you get the picture, don't you, as I'm not saying any 
more for a description. 

As Jean Ann lay in the bed, next to Paul, half awake, 
recalling Mom's talk of the double penetration, she 
remembered something else her mother said that evening. 
'It was the most intense sex I ever experienced. I did 
not more than once and it got better each time. Somehow 
it triggered the baseness in me. Her mother went on and 
told Jean Ann of the time she and her father went to 
Fort Pierce, Florida. 

There at a swing party she lost track of the number of 
men who had carnal knowledge of her. She explained she 
was double penetrated at least ten maybe fifteen times 
while they were there. Her mother said, 'It was the 
most awesome thing I have ever done, but its not for 
everyone.'

Jean Ann slowly got out of bed and walked into the 
bathroom. She closed the door so she wouldn't wake 
Paul, took a leisurely shower, and after drying off, 
dressed in the expensive pantyhose, slipped on her 
gown, fixed her makeup, hair, tiptoed back to the 
bedroom, found her heels, and her new gown, and then 
silently went to the door. She turned on a light, and 
said loudly, so as to wake Paul, 'Did you order room 
service, Sir?' 

Paul, awoke with a start and beheld the loveliest 
vision he had ever seen. A fresh, innocent, teenager, 
transformed into, a graceful, appealing, woman of lust, 
and desire.. "My, my! Absolutely stunning! Room 
service' And what service did you have in mind?' 

'Let me, Oh hell! Paul! Please! Please! Let me make 
love to you! I want to make you happy. I can't stand it 
any longer! Please take me! Fuck me! Make me cum! Paul 
this was beautiful I don't the night to end with me 
being a virgin! ... Augh! Paul! I mean... Oh hell! You 
won't make me wait any longer... will you?"

Paul got out of bed and went over to her. He took her 
in his arms and she raised he mouth to his. She made 
the move and kissed his lips. He met her lips, and 
passionately held them together. Then he opened his 
mouth, and inserted his tongue into her mouth. He made 
it dance, she became more passionate, moaning and 
begging for more. He removed the gown, and the 
stockings. 

He continued kissing and licking her. Finally he pushed 
her back until she was lying on the bed. She was unable 
to do anything or say anything. She spoke with her eyes 
begging him to continue. He kissed and licked his way 
down her body. Then up her legs, until he was at her 
sex. He took in the aroma and then he kissed her labia. 

After licking and sucking for a while, she got so hot 
she exclaimed, 'Paul! DO ME! I'M BEGGING YOU FUCK ME! 
PAUL! MY DARLING! THAT IS SO WONDERFUL! PAUL I'M 
CUMMIIIIIINNNNGGG! OH DARLING!' 

Her climax was hard and long. Then after he was sure 
she had come down from her high, he got on top of her. 
He penetrated her love canal and eased slowly into her. 
He got to her maiden head. 'The next stroke or two will 
hurt a bit. Are you sure you want to go on?' 

'PAUL GIVE IT TO ME! TAKE ME! FUCK ME! PLEASSSEE!' Her 
body rose to meet his. She placed her legs on his back, 
an involuntary movement. She pulled him into her. 
Squeezing him into her as deeply as she could. She 
thrust and parried with him. Her maiden head was gone 
in a beat of passion. 

Paul forgot she was a virgin and rammed his tool in to 
her as hard as he could. She moaned and tried not to 
scream too loudly as she rose to another crescendo. 
'OHHHH! AAAUGGH! CUMMING! CUMMMING! OHHHHHHH1 
FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!' 

Her body stiffened against his. She held him as tightly 
as she could. Her pussy milked him for all he had. The 
entire moment was as awesome for her as for him. After 
she calmed down, and he got off of her he whispered to 
her, 'That is only the first time. In the morning, we 
are going sight seeing, in the afternoon, we will, you 
will see.' 

"Paul, I have your seed in me, and it is a shame I 
can't become pregnant this night, but alas, my period 
ended two days ago."

Before going back to sleep, they made love once more, 
and afterwards, Jean Ann moved so she was lying over 
his body, with her legs straddling his, her sex oozing 
their combined fluids onto Paul's right leg. The next 
morning they awoke to find they were still entwined as 
they were when they went to sleep.

Jean Ann felt the stickiness between her legs, and 
realized what it was, but hadn't considered how much 
she would bleed. When she got out of bed, the evidence 
of her lost virginity was in sight. She laughed, then 
leaned over the bed and gave Paul a good sound slap on 
his butt. He awoke with a start. 'Get up! I can't wait 
to see where we are going!'

Paul got up and the showered together. Then in a new 
heat of passion, while he was washing her back, he 
lifted her up enough to penetrate her from behind. She 
leaned into him, accepting his hardness. 'You devil! 
Can't get enough!' Come to me big boy! Pump me full of 
your juice. I will milk that from you so fast.' she 
teased him as he rammed his tool into her hot sex again 
and again. 

She felt his cream as he pumped her. She didn't get off 
but she was happy she had been given a second or was it 
thirds or fourth helpings of his manliness. She gave up 
counting. She turned to him took him in her arms, 
kissed him deeply. 'What shall I wear for you today?' 
she asked in her demure teenage voice. 

'Since it is Sunday, and we are going to see, some of 
the other sights, I think a nice pair of shorts, a top 
to match and well, I'm sure you will look nice.'

He took her to see the Frank Lloyd Wright house and the 
University of Chicago. He took her to the Museums and 
to other points of interest. They lunched at the wharf, 
and then went back to the hotel. 

It was late afternoon when they arrived in their room. 
There was a message waiting for them. Paul picked up 
the phone. He listened to it and turned to his 
companion. 'Jean Ann we are expected for dinner with 
Harley J. Morgan and his daughter. He want us to come 
to his club. We are to meet him in the lobby in a half 
hour.' 

'I can't possibly be ready in a half hour! What am I 
going to wear?' Jean Ann was panicked. She had never 
been to a 'club'. She had no idea, how to dress. 'You 
pick out what you want me to wear. I will get a quick 
shower and put on whatever you like'

Paul went to the closet, got out a nice black number, 
he insisted she get a 'little black dress' and matching 
shoes. When she got out of the shower, she laughed. 
'That was the last thing I ever thought I would need. 
Now I see why you were so insistent I get it. It is a 
standard for anywhere anytime.'

'That's right. You have to have one in your wardrobe. 
Every woman needs one of these. Now let me get a shower 
and you pick out a suit for me.' Jean Ann laughed. 
'That's a no-brainer. You have two. black and blue. She 
got out the black one, a pin stripe, and a nice white 
shirt and tie. When he returned to the bed, he quickly 
dressed.

'Impeccable! My dear. Impeccable! They went down to the 
lobby just in time to see Harley and his daughter come 
through from the other side. 

*****

'Good Evening.' They said in unison. And then laughed. 
Morgan said, 'I will hail a cab my club is not too 
far.' They followed him out of the hotel and into the 
evening air. It was a bit damp but not too hot. In the 
cab the conversation revolved around the attire each 
was wearing and what they had done over the past two 
days. Each told stories of sight seeing and of 
traveling into Chicago. 'I'd never flown before. It was 
so exciting!' said Jean Ann. Then she and Amber, 
Morgan's daughter began to talk. They really carried on 
a private conversation even into the club. 

During dinner, Morgan turned to Paul. 'I have a real 
problem, Paul. I called because the bank's largest 
depositor has decided to withdraw his capitol and move 
it to a competitor. I want you to personally take the 
case and fix the problem whatever it takes.' Then he 
added, 'I have another problem too. My daughter, wants 
nothing more than to marry you. I approve of this, but 
I want her to finish college. Could you talk to her and 
try to convince her to stay in school?' 

'Harley, I will do what I can, on both counts. I will 
not encourage this relationship. I already have one as 
you are aware. But I will do whatever you wish within 
reason.' That is enough for me, Paul. By the way you 
lady is lovely.'

'She is isn't she. She is a very fine woman and a 
godsend. I couldn't get along without her. We were 
flying back to New York tonight, but since the problem 
you mentioned is here we will stay and take care of it. 
Thank you for dinner. I think we can find our own way 
out.' 

Paul rose, thanked his host again and then collected 
Jean Ann. The two girls were having a delightful talk 
and Jean Ann did not want to leave. Still she 
remembered her manners, bid her host and hostess good 
night and walked out with Paul. 

'Jean Ann, we are staying over an extra day or two. It 
is business. It seems our largest depositor wants to 
withdraw his accounts and go elsewhere.' 

'Your job is to see he doesn't carry out this desire 
and make banking with Morgan more attractive. I 
understand. Paul, I have classes I have to be at in the 
morning. I want you to get me back home, so I can 
attend please.' 

'All right, lets go and get you packed.' They went to 
the room. Jean Ann packed her new bag and Paul found a 
flight leaving in an hour. He took Jean Ann to the 
airport and made sure she got on the plane. That was 
the last time he ever saw her. 

Just after he arrived back at the hotel, he turned on 
the TV and learned that a plane had crashed in a field 
in Pennsylvania. There were according to the 
commentator no survivors. Paul, stunned, stayed glued 
to the TV until he was sure it was the plane he so 
carefully picked out for Jean Ann. Finally he just 
broke down and cried. Numbness and then anger, then 
resignation set in. He would make the funeral 
arrangements when he could. 

Monday: Paul went to the Morgan offices and met with 
the depositor. He told Paul that the new bank had 
offered and 8% return on the deposits, and 14% return 
on short term loans. Paul told the depositor he could 
do two percent better in both cases, and offer CDS to 
the employees of the depositor for five percent. A 
point above the going rate. The depositor agreed to the 
terms and a new five year contract was signed 
immediately. 

Paul left Chicago that afternoon. He went first to 
Pennsylvania and made arrangements for Jean Ann. Then 
he went on to New York. It took him awhile to track 
down Jean Ann's relatives, who told him, they couldn't 
afford to bury her and anything he wanted to do would 
be satisfactory to them. He had never had to do this 
before and he found it very hard and difficult. He 
contacted a mortuary and made the arrangements. He got 
her into a local cemetery. Her family, was happy and 
agreeable. He attended the funeral and made sure 
everything was perfect. Then he returned to work.

Tuesday:

Harley J Morgan called Paul into his office. 'You 
solved the depositor problem brilliantly. Tonight there 
is going to be a black tie affair in your honor at my 
home. You are to be there at eight o'clock sharp. 
Please do not be late. Now solve the other problem I 
have and you will be the next Chairman of the Board.' 

Paul was stunned. He wasn't sure what the big 
announcement was but he was sure that he had heard 
Chairman of the Board. He would be at the Morgan home 
at eight o'clock.

Walking from Morgan's office into the large lobby of 
the executive office suites, Paul saw Amber standing, 
and looking in the direction of his office door. The 
smile, told Paul that she had evidently spoken to her 
father and had convinced her father of something.

"Hello, Amber, you look very charming today.'

"Hello Paul, I like your suit, is it Italian, you look 
handsome, Daddy must pay you well." Amber said with a 
softness to her voice.

Just as Paul was ready to reply to Amber's comment, 
Harley J Morgan arrived and asked, "You two ready for 
lunch, and I'm starved?"

They went out and around the corner to a restaurant 
where Harley kept a table. Cocktails were ordered then 
a lunch. "Paul, I understand that you are escorting my 
daughter tonight. Wonderful!'

Now what is happening, Paul wondered, as he heard the 
firm voice of his employer speak in a way that made him 
seem to like the idea of an older man dating his 
teenage daughter. 

'Oh, Of course. Glad to do it.' Then Harley dropped the 
bomb.

'I also understand that after the dinner tonight you 
two are going out dancing.' This was news to Paul. He 
had planned on going back to his home and trying to 
forget the immediate past. 

"Fine, Paul. Here is the way I see things. My daughter 
wants to marry you. I have no objection as long as she 
goes to college and graduates first. She has said she 
doesn't see the importance of school. She merely wishes 
to marry you.' He paused and then went on, "You will 
make a fine and outstanding son-in-law. I'm stepping 
down as president of the firm, but retaining the title 
of Chairman of the Board. Tonight you are going to be 
named President.' 

Harley stood up and shook Paul's hand. 'Your deal with 
the depositor cinched the promotion. Congratulations!"

"Oh, Daddy, thank you! Isn't that nice of Daddy, Paul?" 
Still in shock, Paul watched as Amber moved over and 
hugged him, whispering, "You will get my cherry."

Unable to decide what or how to reply too either the 
father or daughter, Paul simply shook his future 
father-in-law's hand. "Mr. Morgan, I can't think of 
anything to say, as this is somewhat of a shock. Thank 
you!"

Harley J Morgan smiled at what his daughter had done by 
bringing her own ring to the meeting. He took his knife 
and tapped it against his water glass, stood up, and 
announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I want you to meet 
the new President of Morgan Bank, Mr. Paul Henderson, 
and also I'm pleased to announce that he has just asked 
my daughter, Amber, to become his bride."

After a hearty round of applause, each diner came to 
the table to extend congratulations to Paul on his 
promotion and his pending marriage, the three of them 
finally sat down to enjoy their lunch.

Very coolly, Paul listened as Harley suggested he 
remain true to his daughter and not stray very far. 
Paul agreed. The thought had never crossed his mind. 

Harley, Amber, and Paul left the club. Harley returned 
to the office, while he suggested to the others that 
they find thing to do for the rest of the afternoon. 
The implication was Paul had the rest of the day off. 
Just before he got in his car, he said to Paul, 'Your 
new office will be available in the morning, the 
maintenance people are going to work on it all night if 
they have to have it finished by morning.'

Paul took Amber into the park across the street. When 
he found a secluded spot they sat down on a convenient 
bench. Paul studied the eyes of the girl that had just 
set him up for life. Then he was shocked, Amber asked, 
"Tell me, are you larger than some men, as you are the 
first one I have ever touched and sucked off. I've 
never seen a man in the nude, but from the pictures or 
videos I've seen, you seem large?"

"Yes, you could say I'm larger, as nearly all men 
measure 6-inches, some less and some more, but I'm 
nearly 8-inches long, and around 3-inches thick, end of 
subject." Thinking for a moment, Paul looked at the 
girl across from him, knowing she had set him up, and 
if he refused to go through with the marriage, he would 
be lucky to ever get a job flipping hamburgers. "Amber, 
what else have you planned for me' Be honest!"

"Paul, I saw you when you first came to work for my 
father, let's see, that was two years ago, I was 
sixteen." Smiling she looked at Paul, and whispered to 
him, "I thought you were the most handsome man I had 
ever seen. I knew then I would marry you."

"Just as simple as that, you decided to marry me, 
without any thought of how I might feel about such a 
commitment. Are you for real, Amber?"

"Yes, and believe it or not, I have planned on this 
since then. It was I who got you invited to our home 
the night of the party.' Reaching out, Amber placed her 
hand on Paul's and added, "By the way, you must always 
pretend that we've been dating for the past year." Once 
more, Amber looked at Paul, and asked him, "Did you 
like feeling something last night that no other man has 
ever touched inside of with his finger?"

"My god, Amber, didn't you hear your father tell about 
viewing tapes from hidden video cameras, what if he saw 
you and I?"

"Paul, you never need to expect trouble from my father, 
and I will give you my undivided love," she promised. 

"You're extremely attractive, and you're telling me 
that no one ever touched you, what else should I know?"

"Just what I've informed you about. My supposed 
boyfriend, Gill doesn't know what to do with his 
pecker, never tried to touch me, not even my boobs. On 
our wedding night, I will feel you between my thighs, 
love you forever. Paul, you could never find a woman 
who could love you more," Amber spoke with a serenity 
to her voice.

"Believe me or not, I will prove my love to you, and 
now I want to go some place where we can be alone, can 
we go to your house?"

The drive to his home took nearly 30-minutes, and once 
they were inside, Amber stopped and looking around, 
hugged Paul, and told him, "It is perfect, so lovely, 
and your taste is perfect." Amber followed Paul through 
the house, from one room to the other. When they 
reached the enclosed pool at the rear of the house, 
Paul stood in awe as the teen began to undress. "Amber, 
your undressing, what are you doing," Paul asked in 
disbelief'

"Aren't we going swimming, undress Paul, and even if we 
will be nude, I plan on coming to our wedding bed, a 
virgin, that's a promise." Amber stated that as she 
removed her suit. Standing before him in matching lacy 
and satin, ivory colored bra and panties, lace top 
thigh-high stockings, Paul could not believe how truly 
beautiful Amber was. His mind traveled back to the 
previous night, when he had seen her mother in the 
nude, and he knew that this female would likely always 
be attractive.

"Undress, Paul, I'm becoming self-conscious about being 
nearly nude, while you're still dressed." Amber slid 
down her stockings, unsnapped her bra, allowing her 
tits to swing free. She pulled her panties off while 
Paul's eyes took in her beauty. She had a thick black 
crop of pubic hair covering her mons, and it went down 
into a reverse V to cover her labia.

"My god, Amber, you're the epitome of female 
perfection, you're truly attractive," Paul said with 
admiration coming through in his speech. "Amber, how 
can you expect me to not want you, or even more so, 
take you to bed immediately."

"Darling, Paul, do you find it pleasant to have me 
standing in front of you totally nude?"

"Unless I or any other man is complete dead, and the 
meat falling from his bones, you would be making any 
man cognizant of the fact your truly gorgeous and pure 
undulated sex." PERIOD!"

"Darling, please, get undressed, and let me view my 
handsome lover, soon to be husband. I assure you, I 
want you as much as you want me, but I want to be a 
virgin on our wedding night."

He removed his clothes, and stood before Amber nude. 
His 8-inches of thick manhood was pointing from his 
body directly toward the image of femininity standing 
in front of him.

"Tell me, Miss Amber, what is the meaning of our being 
nude, and to not enjoy the physical aspects of our 
relationship?"

"Darling! Oh, my naive Paul," she laughed, "I'm nude 
like this so we can swim in your lovely pool." With 
that, Amber dove into the pool and shortly afterwards 
her head broke the surface of the water. "Paul, come in 
with me my darling."

Walking over to the deep end of the pool, Paul dove 
into the pool and swam over to Amber. She was floating 
on her back in the water. Moving so he was positioned 
between her firm thighs, Paul looked down at her, let 
his fingers walk up her legs, and part her labia. He 
could see the coral color of her inner sex. 

He teased the soft folds of Amber's labia, leaned over 
and kissed her parted vagina. He moved his fingers, 
pressing into her love canal at the same time he was 
kissing and licking her hard clitoris, until Amber 
moaned, "Paul! Oh I'm floating, my darling, YES! I wish 
we were married. I want you in me. I can't resist any 
more. Please! Take me. FUCK ME! OHHHHH! IT FEELS SO 
GOOD!"

"Amber, I may well be crazy, but for whatever the 
reason, I want a virgin on our wedding night." After 
she came down a bit, he asked, "Have you ever stuck 
anything in there?'

"Nothing has even been in me, until your finger found 
me wanting you, and I don't use tampons, so I'm still 
pure, except for the entrance of your finger.'

"Before changing careers, I studied medicine and I have 
an MD license. My specialty is Obstetrics and 
Gynecology." 

"Darling, I didn't know you were a doctor, why did you 
become a CPA and finance major?"

"Actually, I was bored as a doctor. I did not like 
listening to whiny women with no serious medical 
problems. I wanted to be the person to discover a new 
cure for a major illness, or the person to save both 
mother and child with some fantastic new procedure. I 
wanted to be the one who was in the spotlight. 

When I found I had to do certain things to become that 
person, the price was to high and I returned to school. 
I wanted something different, so I went back to school, 
obtained my degree in accounting, took my CPA exams, 
all in two days. The rest as they say is history."

"Paul, I need more, bring me off again, give me some 
type of release, do something." Once more Paul was 
licking the opening and closing sex of the teenage girl 
that was surrounded by the thick black maiden hair 
"Darling, make me feel your love," Amber whispered to 
the man licking, kissing and then nibbling the folds 
between her legs.

"Amber, let's get out of the pool, and rinse off, I 
will try to make you feel wonderful, in a more pleasant 
way."

After leaving the pool, they stood together under the 
spray of the shower. Then he led the girl to the large 
chaise lounge alongside the pool, eased her down onto 
her back, pulled her legs open and placed them over his 
shoulders.

Starting at the soles of her feet, Paul began licking 
and sucking the toes of her right foot, then her ankle, 
then her calf, her knee, her thigh; it was like glass, 
smooth, with no stubble or single hair follicle 
pricking his tongue.

When his lips reached the thick muff covering her sex, 
Paul lay his face against the soft and damp down of her 
womanhood. Moving his lips slightly to the bottom of 
her mons, he kissed her parted flower. Slowly his 
tongue sought the narrow channel of her vulva, and 
probed as deep into her sex as he could reach. Then he 
licked down her slit, to the underside, seeking out her 
nether button, licking her anus, which opened slightly 
to his ministrations. Amber reacted by deeply sighing. 
Her hips made small circular motions as he licked and 
pressed his tongue into her rear opening. 

Moving his lips upward and around her prepuce, he 
sucked and licked her core. Finally he returned to her 
love marble and stimulated that again. His caresses 
brought on another cry of ecstasy. She cried out, 
"Paul, my Darling, Paullll, you're making me feel 
wonderful, oh Darlingggg! I'm gettttiiinnngggg! Augh! 
YES!"

For a few moments, Paul enjoyed setting back and 
watching the lips of Amber's sex as they opened and 
closed in release of her heated orgasm. Knowing he was 
the first male to bring her love juices down, caused 
the male in Paul to feel an unknown elation.

"You went off again and even more than in the pool, and 
I see you enjoyed the feeling, tell me about your 
release, Amber, my love, did I give you what you 
desired?"

Amber cried out, "Oh! YES! IT was so good! I can't 
explain what I felt. OMG IT WAS GOOD! I'M YOUR WOMAN 
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE."

Amber sat up, and looked into her lover's eyes, and 
asked, "Do men enjoy licking a woman in the back, like, 
you did to me' In my,' she could not say the A word, In 
my butt."

"Yes, and I want to show you the deep feeling a woman 
can have from your rear passage as well as the original 
way.'

For the next three months, Paul lived for the time when 
he could penetrate the teenage dark-haired beauty who 
was to be his wife. He performed oral sex on her almost 
daily. Her monthlies didn't hinder his enjoying her 
rapture he drove the girl's body extended orgasms. He 
knew exactly how to please her. He would teach her what 
he wanted later. 

There was no doubt in his mind she was going to be his 
wife in every meaning of the word. Many times the two 
of them came close to completing the joining of their 
bodies in carnal bliss. Somehow it would happen that 
one of them remember to save the taking of her 
virginity till the night of their wedding.

Amber would not suck his cock, telling him that once 
she had felt him inside her body, then and only then, 
would she devour his thick manhood. Each time they were 
together, Amber enjoyed masturbating him and soon found 
her hands could make her husband to be, shoot off twice 
in a row without stopping to recoup, as he retained his 
erection.

During this time, Paul was a guest several times at 
Amber's home, and each time he visited with her 
parents, Paul would catch himself looking at Denise, 
wondering if she was still cuckolding Harley.

One Saturday morning, while he was swimming, and Amber 
was in New York with two of her girlfriends, picking 
out her wedding gown, he heard a woman's voice, "My, 
some men should never put on clothes."

He turned and saw Denise, mother of the bride removing 
her clothes and easing herself into the water.

"Aren't you going to speak to your future mother-in-
law, or don't you recognize me, in my birthday suit, 
Paul?"

"Hell, Denise, if Harley finds us like this, he will 
kill us both, and you know that, plus I'm marrying your 
daughter." Moving away from the woman who was closing 
the distance between them in the pool, Paul spoke 
firmly to Denise, "You must leave, what if someone 
finds us like this, what Amber would think?"

"Alright, I'll leave," and as she spoke, Denise walked 
up the pool steps and out of the water, and picked up a 
towel and dried her body, then picked up her clothing 
and entered the home. He stared in wonder at her 
boldness, her perfect body, waited a few minutes, and 
then entered his home. Before his eyes lay his mother-
in-law to be, on the sofa in his family room, nude. She 
was facing him, one leg hanging over the edge of the 
sofa, and the other bent at the knee and resting 
against the back of the sofa, displaying everything to 
him.

"Denise, you must leave," but as he spoke, his hormones 
kicked in. His cock, began to rise, and point in the 
direction of the dark haired beauty splayed openly. He 
moved with all the finesse of a lion, and jumped on 
her. He needed to bury his cock in someone, she was 
here and willing to accept him as horny as he was. Pure 
lust took over. He wasted no time in shoving his cock 
in deep and hard. His entrance was so sudden, she had 
no time to prepare for him. His rutting burned and 
irritated her dry canal.

"Paul, not so brutal, you're so doing me so rough, oh 
hell be gentle, PAUL! NOT SO FUCKING HARD!"

He didn't stop. He continued to ram in and out, as hard 
as he could. His fuck was brutal. He didn't stop until 
his ejaculation splashed deep against the opening of 
her womb. She tried to move with him, to keep up, but 
all she could do was to lay there and take him. Moving 
off the body of the woman who was the mother of his 
bride-to-be, Paul looked at her as she lay moaning and 
sobbing. 

"Oh! God! that was the most violent, horrendous fuck 
I've ever had! I feel your come dripping from me. Hell, 
Paul; I hope you didn't knock me up. You could do me 
now you know.' Denise sat up, and then looked at the 
sight before her, Paul's cock hadn't shrunk. She leaned 
over and took it in her mouth.

Within moments, Paul was ready to take her again. This 
time he would be gentle with her. He got on the sofa, 
and he licked and kissed her. Sucked her nipples, and 
made her ready for his entrance. He even stuck a finger 
in her anus stimulating her to heights she had never 
explored before. When he did take her, she met him 
stroke for stroke. His cock and her vagina were one. 
She responded as she had never responded to anyone. At 
last she had a major explosion. 'So Good! FUCK ME MORE! 
GIVE IT ALL TO ME! FUCK I'M CUMMINNNNGGGG OHHHHH! 
GOOOOODDDDDD! SOOOO GOOD!' 

This woman was either one hell of a good fuck, or she 
was horny as hell thought Paul. Then he remembered what 
she murmured to Gill in the pool house. She admitted 
she had not been fucked in over a year. Can it be that 
Harley is not taking care of this precious lady. I 
wonder what the story is. 

He leaned forward and rammed his hard cock home again. 
She begged to be fucked harder. She wrapped her legs 
around him and pulled him in deep. 'Fuck me hard! OH! 
HELL, GIVE IT TO ME! I LOVE YOUR HARD COCK! SO BIG! I'M 
CUMMING1 NOWWWW! OHH YEAHHHH! AAAAIEEEEEE!"

Five minutes after getting off the second time, Paul 
lay on the wide sofa, next to Denise and asked her 
pointedly, "Denise, when was the last time you were 
fucked?"

"Let me think, about three-months ago, why?"

"Just curious, and how long before then, Denise, and be 
honest?"

"What are you doing writing a book about my sex life, 
or do you get your jollies asking woman about their 
personal sex lives," Denise asked with sarcasm in he 
voice'

"No, trying to determine what your game is, especially 
since I'm going to marry your daughter, and your 
husband has warned me not to mess around on his 
daughter, so now answer my question."

"Paul, if I tell you the truth, will you promise to 
keep whatever you hear from my lips, a secret as long 
as you live?"

"Sure, why would I want Amber to find out I've had sex 
with her mother, do you believe I'm nuts?"

"No, but Harley would kill me, and I'm serious, Paul, 
the man is sadistic!" Watching Denise's face, Paul 
believed she actually rolled her eyes up in her head as 
she told him, "Paul, in all honesty, I believe my 
husband has either killed someone, or had it done, but 
I firmly believe he is a murderer.

"I know, he can be rough, I watched him pull your pubic 
hair the night you fucked Gill, and your husband busted 
Gill's nuts with his knee." Before giving her time to 
respond, he added, "I was in the pool house when you 
and Gill got it on, and his cum got on your gown, and I 
watched you take off your clothes, and I must say, you 
looked terrific after just fucking that young man" 

'Then you know its been over a year since I have been 
with Harley. Paul, you can fuck me any time you want; 
have you always fucked a woman like you just did me?"

'No, but Amber and I are trying to wait till we are 
married. Our time together has been very difficult to 
say the least.' 

"Tell me, Denise, why do you think your husband has 
been involved in a murder?"

"Before I had sex with Gill, it had been over a year, 
and that was a quickie, in Miami when Harley and I were 
at a banker's convention. I had gone to the hotel pool 
while he was in a meeting, and I found a young Cuban 
pool attendant who liked me, and poured his cum up me 
twice a day for the five days during the convention, 
and hell I must have made him happy, as he ate me out 
after fucking me twice.

Anyway, one afternoon, I returned to the hotel room 
after having Juan do me three times, Harley was waiting 
for me. He grabbed me, pulled my bathing suit off, 
shoved his fingers up my pussy, still soaked with 
Juan's semen. His tone was sheer anger as he spoke, 
accusing me of having some man's cum in me. He was sure 
it was the pool attendant. 

I swore it was just my cream as I was horny and wanted 
him, but he jammed his fingers in me and when he pulled 
them out, he sucked the juice into his mouth, swore 
that there was a man's cum there and then he rammed his 
fingers in me again. He curled them under my pelvic 
bone, hooking me sort of and jerked me upward. I was 
sure he was going to rip my pussy out of me. He said, 
if he ever caught me fucking anyone ever again, he 
would kill the man. The next day there was an item in 
the papers about a pool attendant be found with a 
bullet in him along some back alley in the greater 
Miami area. 

'Hum Sounds like he really did have the young man 
murdered. Denise you have to be very careful.' 

"Harley, laid the paper down in front of me the next 
morning as we were having breakfast. He pointed out the 
article about Juan, although he hadn't been identified 
at the time the item was in the paper. That day, Juan 
wasn't at work, and the pool attendant working the 
booth, greeted me and told me Juan had been found 
murdered.

Before that, it had been more than three-years, we were 
on vacation in Russia, Harley had been called back to 
New York to take care of a major loan. For a week I 
fucked three young studs I met at various places. He 
never found out about them. Smiling as she recalled the 
three Russians, I guess they did me at least 40 or 50 
times over seven days, I can't remember, but my little 
pussy was sore when I got home.'

"Don't you and Harley have sex' It's not my business, 
don't answer if you don't want to."

"You will love this, after I was pregnant and Amber was 
born, Paul never touched me, couldn't understand why, 
but when I found out, I was glad he hasn't. I was 
cleaning the library, one afternoon, I came across a 
letter from Harley's physician he forgot to put away. 

The letter said he was HIV positive and so was his 
companion. It seems he has been having a relationship 
with another man. I tried to confront him. When I did 
he went ballistic. He screamed. He made threats. He got 
so far out of control I ran up to my room and... she 
stopped. 

When she resumed speaking she simply stated he was 
dying now and the medicines he was on were doing little 
good. The man he was with committed suicide according 
to the article I saw in the newspaper but I think 
Harley may have murdered him. This morning, I overheard 
him talking with his doctor. He hasn't told me but his 
Aids is progressing rapidly and it is likely he has 
only a few months before he dies. I saw him pull a gun 
out of the desk drawer as he was talking. He kept 
pointing it towards himself but he didn't say he was 
going to do anything rash.'

"You should call the police, and..." Denise cut him 
off.

"No way, I don't want to be a part of his death or to 
prolong his life, he has been cruel to me in ways no 
one including you would ever understand."

For the next hour, the two illicit lovers continued 
their conversation about Harley and how Denise had sex 
only when she was safe from her husband. There were 
times she informed Paul, that it was two or three years 
in between episodes. When she was thirty, she became 
pregnant by one of the gardeners. They had made love 
almost daily. She got an abortion and he never ever 
found out. But I had the man fired to make sure he 
would stay alive.

"Denise, why did you say I might have gotten you 
pregnant today?"

"My darling husband makes certain I never get birth 
control, he believes this is the way to keep me chaste. 
Then every time I come in the house, he pulls my pubic 
hair. Paul, have you noticed I keep my labia trimmed 
completely' You may not believe this, but its because 
Harley can't get a hard enough grip to do damage to me. 
There were times when he pulled my pubes, tore out 
clumps of hair and skin. I keep it bare now. I have to.

Paul, I won't cause you problems with Amber, but I 
needed to see someone today after overhearing Harley. 
When I knocked on your door, and no one answered, I 
tried the door and it was unlocked.' Smiling as she 
continued speaking, "When I entered the house, I simply 
walked to the pool and was surprised to find you nude, 
and seeing that large thing hanging down from your 
body, I wanted some of it, and that is the honest 
truth."

Paul took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. He 
frenched her as deeply as his tongue would go. And when 
her moans were sufficient he began to caress her body 
in ways she had never imagined. When he reached her 
perfect pussy he played with it and then when he 
entered her he also pushed a finger into her butt-hole. 
She was in total ecstasy. 

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into 
her. She felt him hit her G spot and she responded 
accordingly. When she climaxed this time there was no 
warning no crescendo. She just shot off. Drained, damp 
and listless she fell back and waited for him to 
finish. 

They showered and dressed together. Denise told him 
things could be really bad and asked if she should call 
him or the police first. He told her to call 911 and 
then call him. He prayed Harley had not done anything 
to harm himself or anyone else.

Paul began planning. He needed to get into the house, 
find the stash of videos, remove them and get out all 
without being caught. He tried to think where the 
cameras were placed and if he could do it without being 
observed. 

A little over two hours had passed since Denise left 
his home. The blaring ring of the phone broke his 
concentration. A sobbing voice, almost screamed at him. 
'Paul, the police are here, and they suggested I call 
someone, so I'm calling you, there has been an 
accident, Harley has injured himself. He - - - he - he 
- shot himself."

Paul could barely understand the female voice. He 
wasn't sure whether it was Amber or her mother. Finally 
a male voice was on the phone, "This is police 
Detective Sergeant Jeff Asbury, and I understand you're 
the president of Morgan Bank."

"Yes, that's correct, but what is wrong' How can I 
help?'

"Mr. Henderson, we believe Mr. Morgan committed 
suicide. We would like you to come at once to the 
Morgan home. We need your insight into this matter.'

"That is not a problem, please tell Mrs. Morgan I will 
be there shortly.' 
He hung the phone up and put on his street clothes. 
Then he got the car and went on over to the Morgan's. 
On the way over he thought of all the reasons why he 
should get those tapes. How to do it, where they were, 
the entire thing. Then he became more concerned about 
the possibility the police had already found them.

After he arrived at the home and gave a statement to 
the detective, he went upstairs and tried to comfort 
Denise. She was uncontrollably sobbing and near 
hysteria. He got her doctor's name and asked him to 
come give her a sedative. Then he called the hotel 
where Amber was staying and left a message for her 
saying there had been an accident and she needed to 
come home. 

The police left. However, he and Denise were asked to 
go to headquarters and give statements regarding the 
accident. Paul was told the coroner had the body 
because as routine an autopsy had to be performed. Then 
he called the funeral home, the one the family always 
used. He apprised them of the whereabouts of the body 
and asked if they would make all of the arrangements. 

Finally he began to look for the tapes. He became a bit 
agitated when he could not find the recorders. He did 
manage to locate all the cameras. While he was 
searching, the phone rang. He answered it. 'Amber, you 
need to come home immediately! Your father is dead.' 

'Why, the bastard shot himself. About time. Paul I am 
not at all sorry. I hated him and all he stood for. He 
will get no sympathy from me.'

'Amber, where are the tapes?' Paul asked with all the 
urgency he could muster. 

'Look in the library. Look for a secret panel in the 
wall. I know its there. I don't know how to get it 
open. Paul you have to get those tapes. Otherwise one 
of us will be blamed for his murder.'

'I know Amber I know that.' I have searched the house 
and haven't found anything yet. I will take your advice 
and look for the secret room. Meantime get your butt 
home! Your mother needs you.'

'I' m on my way. Be there as soon as I can.'

Paul hung the phone up. He was not surprised to find 
she had no compassion for her father. He apparently was 
one mean bastard who his wife and daughter had not 
loved in years. He went into the library and began to 
search for a panel that moved. He looked long and hard 
at all of the walls. He tried the pull on the fixtures, 
and push on the desk, then he stopped and thought for a 
minute. 

If I were Harley and wanted to hide a door pull, where 
would it go. He got down and looked at the floor. He 
found a small almost imperceptible rise in the carpet. 
He felt it. A wire' a tube, he followed with his hands. 
It led from the desk. He looked under the desk and 
there on the underside of the right hand set of drawers 
was a button. He pressed it. 

A panel on the far wall opened. Inside he found the 
recorders and the feeds from the cameras. He also found 
the stash of tapes. He took all of the tapes, DVDs, and 
anything that appeared to be a form of memory out to 
his car. Before he touched the recorders he put on some 
gloves. Then he disconnected the feeds and turned off 
the power. If anyone asked, the family could say in 
truthfulness they didn't know when Harley had disabled 
the security system. 

He pushed the button again. The door closed. Now at 
least there was no evidence in the house of any wrong 
doings. Then he went upstairs to Denise. 'In the 
morning, I will have an attorney accompany you to the 
police. You can give your statement then. Your Doctor 
is coming to give you a sedative for the rest of the 
day and tonight. Amber is on her way home. I found the 
tapes and they are taken care of. I am saying no more 
about that.' 

The phone rang again. This time it was the Coroner. 'I 
have to speak to Mrs. Morgan. I have the findings and I 
have to release certain information to the press. That 
is because my findings are public record. I can not 
protect her from the questions that are going to be 
raised.'

Paul replied, 'I understand. You have to do what you 
have to do. Mrs. Morgan is in no position to make any 
rational decisions at the present time. I am the 
President of the bank and you may refer the press to 
me.'

'Sir, I also need to know your desires as to the 
disposition of the body. The family has had connections 
with a certain funeral home for years. They are in the 
process of making arrangements and they will have the 
formal release papers when they come to your lab 
tomorrow.' 

"Sir, I must tell you that Mr. Morgan was in the early 
AIDs stages.'

'Yes I was aware of that. He confided that to me 
earlier this month.' It was a blatant lie but it had to 
do. Paul did not want the press to think this was the 
reason for the suicide. It was going to be bad enough 
fending them off without getting these questions too. 

The next morning he and the family attorney accompanied 
both Amber, who had arrived in the wee hours, and 
Denise to the police station. There they spent the 
morning going over question after question. The 
detectives wanted to blame someone, the tried first for 
Amber, then when her alibi was airtight they turned on 
Denise. She too told them not what they wanted to hear, 
but the truth.

With both Paul and her attorney present there was 
little they could do. They tried to charge her but her 
attorney was too aware of what they were doing. He 
refused to allow her to stay when they started to 
repeat their questions. They went from the police, to 
the funeral home. There they made all the necessary 
arrangements for the funeral. Services, viewing, 
internment. All nice and neat. All within the next two 
or three days. Then they went home. 

'Paul, be a dear and make me a dry martini, shaken, 
with an olive.' said Denise, as she sat down on the 
sofa in their living room. 'I think I am over his 
death. He won't ever beat me or Amber again. He won't 
force me to do anything I don't want to. I am free of 
the miserable bastard.' 

'I agree, Mom, he was a prick. He would never let me do 
anything I wanted to. He was always making sure I did 
the right thing, wore the right clothes and joined the 
right clubs.' 

Paul returned with their drinks. Then as though there 
was no one else in the room Denise got up and began to 
strip. 

'What are you doing?' Paul asked in disbelief. 'I am 
going to fuck you. I want you and I want you on my 
terms.' 

'Mother, he is my betrothed. We are after all engaged. 
How dare you.' 
'Amber, your way too young for him. He is closer to me 
than to you. You are a mere child. What could he 
possibly see in you?' Denise said as she strutted over 
to Paul nude and flaunting it. 

'Denise, that is enough. Amber and I are engaged and I 
have come to really love and respect your daughter. You 
ought to be ashamed of yourself, though I do understand 
why you are doing this. If you go upstairs right now, I 
will not do anything else. If you continue, I will be 
forced to take more drastic steps to stop you.' 

'Mother! Please! Your out of bounds. Don't do this. 
Stop coming on to Paul! Amber was practically 
screaming. Paul went to her, lifted her over his 
shoulder and carried her to her room upstairs. He 
gently put her on the bed and made her take her pills. 
Then after she passed out, he went down to his 
betrothed.

'She won't bother us for the next twenty four hours. 
Her sedatives are powerful and I gave her two of them.' 

'She is almost as bad as Dad was. Do you remember Gill' 
Dad kneed him in the balls after he found out Mom laid 
him.' 

'I thought you did not see that I tried to make sure 
you didn't.'

'I didn't. Mom told me about it later. In fact she told 
me when I found her upstairs crying and whimpering 
about how Dad hurt her that night. He almost pulled out 
all her pubic hair. He was so mean. You don't know the 
half of it.' 

'I have all the tapes at my house.' 

'You do?' 

'Yep. I was going to give them back but perhaps we 
ought to watch them together sometime.' 

'No Paul, I want them destroyed. I don't want to 
remember how mean and terrible he was. I don't want you 
ever to find out what he did to me, to my friends, or 
to Mom. Just please destroy them.' 

'I will if that is your wish. Did you get a wedding 
gown?' 

'I did. I found a gown, bridesmaid dresses, and even a 
tux for you. Everything will be fine. You will see we 
will have the best wedding of the century.' 

The rest of the evening past very quickly. Paul decided 
it was time for him to leave but Amber said, 'Paul I 
want you to take me tonight. I don't want to be alone 
here with Mom. Take me to the guest room, and fuck the 
hell out of me. Please! I'm tired of playing the game. 
I want you to make violent, passionate love to me. Fuck 
me fast, hard, make me cum and cum again. Please! I'm 
begging you.'

'How can I resist that invitation. Lets go upstairs. 
You lead. I want to see your perfect body as we waltz 
down the hall. I really want you Amber. Your one of my 
favorites now. I know you will do what is asked of you 
and that you will learn.'

Once in the bedroom, Amber slowly stripped. She did her 
best to mimic an exotic dancer. She wasn't of course, 
practiced, but her efforts paid off. In minutes Paul 
had a raging hard on. He threw her on the bed, and took 
off her bra and panties before she could. 

Then he fell on top of her. He kissed her, forced his 
tongue into her mouth, then kissed her neck, and down 
to her breasts. He sucked and tickled her nipples, 
pulled on them gently and while his mouth was working 
them his hands worked her pussy. He fingered her, 
played with her clit and brought her to her first 
climax. 

'DO ME FUCK ME. DON'T MAKE ME BEG ANYMORE! GIVE ME YOUR 
BIG COCK! DOOOO! MEEEEE!' Amber's orgasm raced through 
her like a freight train. She bucked and kicked. When 
she came down she pulled him on top of her and forced 
his erection into her hot wet hole. 'FUCK ME YOU 
ANIMAL! TAKE MY VIRGINITY!'

Paul had no choice. He could not get off her. She had 
wrapped herself too tightly around him. He rammed his 
cock into her with a force she never felt before. She 
grunted and complained he was hurting her. But he was 
too far gone to stop now. He drove into her, popped her 
cherry and gave her another climax. 'FUCK ME! OMG! SOOO 
GOOD! SOO GOOOODDDDDD!' 

When it was over, he took her in his arms and comforted 
her. 'I'm sorry if I hurt you.' 'No it is I who hurt 
you. You wanted to wait, to teach me, to fondle me, 
caress me, and be gentle with me. I guess I was too 
impatient. I wanted to learn much earlier and well when 
you began to teach me, I thought I would die. 

Now I have lost something that I never really could 
measure anyway. It was not important. What is important 
that I saved it for my lover, my partner, my DEAR PAUL. 
Don't ever leave me. Please!' 'Darling, I never will. I 
promise to take care of you and your mother for as long 
as the two of you live. I promise something else too. I 
will never allow your mother to throw herself at me 
again.' 

With that statement Amber burst out laughing. 'Mom 
usually get what she wants. I don't want to share you 
but I would rather have that than have her on our bad 
side. Mom can be one mean Bitch if she doesn't get her 
way. Dad used to control her by beating her. I can 
still hear her screams.' 

'You needn't worry. There are other ways to control her 
and provide for her needs. It will take a day or two 
but I think I can get things settled.'

They fell asleep in each others arms. 

Sometime during the night, Amber awoke and rolled over 
on to Paul. She woke him and begged to be fucked again. 
'Take me please. Let me ride you. Put in me deep! She 
straddled him and put his cock deep into her pussy. 
Take me Amber! Deep inside you! I'm so deep in you! 
Deep! Amber, yeah, you feel so goodddd! I'm in you! 
Yeses! Amber, at last I'm in you! You're so wet and 
fuck me! Hard ride me Baby!" 

For another five minutes, Paul moved his hard member 
into and back out of her ruptured virginity, and with a 
grunt, he unleashed his semen deep in Amber's sex, 
"Aughhhh," Paul moaned, as he ejaculated. That night, 
Paul taught Amber all he could about sex, and she took 
to it with no regrets.

The next morning, Paul woke up from a hard slap across 
his face. Moving from the bed, he looked at Amber, and 
saw the evidence of her lost virginity. She moved and 
once more slapped him across his face. "You son-of-a-
bitch! You fucked me! You took my cherry! I will never 
marry you! Never! She stormed out of the room and went 
to her own bedroom. 

Things were working better than Paul could have hoped 
for. Amber might call the whole thing off. That was a 
good thing. She was too young and immature. But to be 
safe in his position as President of the bank it had to 
be her decision. He could not make it. He knocked on 
her door and reminded her today was the funeral and she 
he needed to be ready to go in about 3 hours. She 
agreed to that then she said, 'I am not staying for the 
burial. I will have my friends pick me up. I am 
returning to New York. I never want to see you again.'

The funeral was a quiet affair if you can call over a 
thousand people paying their respects quiet. When it 
was over, Amber true to her word left with her friend 
Jackie. After the burial he assured Denise was all 
right and then went to his own home.

Paul checked his stock portfolio on his home computer 
that was tied into the one in the bank, and he found he 
had nearly forty five million dollars in Morgan stock 
at the current price. That amount of stock put Paul in 
control of fifty two percent of the outstanding shares, 
allowing him to take total control of the bank. He 
really did not want the Presidency so he opted to be 
Chairman of the Board. That position assured him he 
would maintain his interests, have a say in the way the 
company was operated and yet could avoid the day to day 
operations. 

The next thing he did was to get the videos he took 
from Harley's home and edit them. At least he told 
himself he was editing them. Actually he just wanted to 
see how good or bad things really were. He inserted the 
first tape. Amber came on the screen. He watched in 
disbelief as she entered her bedroom followed by her 
father. 'Strip Bitch! Fast! On the bed now! 

Amber took her clothing off, got on the bed and lay 
there. It appeared she had tears in her eyes. Her 
father, stood over her as he commanded her to play with 
herself. Finger yourself. Make your self cum! Do it! If 
you don't I will beat you to a pulp! She played with 
herself while Harley watched. In a few moments he 
walked out. He locked the bedroom door behind him 
leaving her in her room. 

Picking through the media, Paul found some were 
lettered. Others numbered and others unmarked. When he 
opened the player and removed the disk he observed it 
had the letters H-A-M written on it. He assumed that 
meant Harley Amber Masturbation.

Then he found one, that was noted, "A-P-BY-HJ-D -G-V-F. 
That one turned out to be a record of his being with 
Amber in the pool house the night of the party. She had 
masturbated him and right after that they left the 
camera's view. Or he thought they did. Instead he 
watched himself walking back to the party, hiding, and 
then the camera turned on Gill and Denise who were 
caught copulating. 

He watched as Denise partially removed her clothes. He 
silently chided Gill for getting his sperm on her 
dress. Denise and Gill walked nude, back into pool room 
after cleaning off her dress. This time Paul watched as 
Denise took the young boy deep and hard, as she moved 
her legs up on his shoulders. Denise kept him locked in 
her pussy, when he came the second time. Then she 
waited a few minutes, sucked him, got him hard and had 
him again. While they were together the third time she 
learned he was a virgin. Denise asked Gill, "Are you 
telling me you're an honest-to-god virgin' Your 
serious' Gill?"

Watching the young boy as Denise had reached down and 
was gripping his boyish hard on, Gill replied, "Yes, 
I've never had sex before, and is it okay if I touch 
your, your breast?" Paul had back spaced the disk so he 
could view the young boy get his first time with a 
woman, and knew that he wasn't likely to get anything 
as good in the future.

Watching the disk and VHS tapes, it was apparent that 
more than one camera was used in filming the various 
rooms, and Paul could tell when Harley was at the 
remote control devices as he captured the sex or other 
acts on tape.

On another disk, he watched as Denise who was in her 
bathroom, showered, got out of the tub, dried off and 
then masturbated against the sink until she climaxed. 
Close up views of her face made her look distorted. Her 
face appeared to be like a candle that had melted. 
Before Denise could finish Harley walked in on her. 
Harley said, "You're so attractive, maybe I will do 
you..."

"Harley, you know we can't, your sickness could spread 
to me, tell me your only joking, please don't do that 
to me..."

Another video showed Amber preparing her bath, trimming 
her pubic hair, getting into the tub. There was even a 
close up of her pussy.

Then came one of the most damning disks he had seen. 
Amber must have been thirteen maybe fourteen. She was 
in the study and again Paul noticed there were tears in 
her eyes. There was a man Paul did not recognize with 
her in the room. He was watching lecherously as she 
stripped in front of him. He saw the man turn and say, 
'You aren't lying. She is a super girl. Very beautiful. 
Nicely proportioned.' 

Then another voice, 'She will do whatever pleases you. 
But she is not to be taken vaginally.' 

'Daddy Please! Don't make me do this. I beg you! 
Please!' 

'You'll do as your told! Anymore back talk and I will 
punish you! Understood!' The anger could be plainly 
heard. 

The screen showed Amber, having the man put his dick in 
her mouth and later he took her anally. During the time 
she was with him, the man, whom Paul now realized was 
Mr. Jordan, forced her to do everything he wished. When 
she didn't her father came in and hit her with his 
belt. By the time Jordan was finished, Amber was a mass 
of welts. When they left her, she was bleeding from her 
butt and crying uncontrollably. 'I will finish what was 
started here in a little while.' It was so disgusting, 
Paul popped out the disk and went looking for another. 

Making a quick glance at the abbreviations used as 
titles on the disk, Paul picked up one that drew his 
interest, A-11. My god, don't tell me that Harley has 
someone doing his daughter at eleven. Inserting the 
disk in the player, he watched as Amber entered her 
room, and got ready for bed. She got on the bed, and 
then a door opened and an older boy entered. For the 
next hour of the recoding, Paul watched as the boy and 
Amber explored each other's bodies. When the boy tried 
to push his prick up inside her tiny hairless sex, 
Amber cried out, "No Jerry, you can't put it in me, I 
might become pregnant."

I must remember to find out who Jerry was, and what 
happened to him, Paul made a mental note to himself.

Next he found a tape marked A-B. Paul noted it was in 
the front of the other tapes in the box. He began 
watching, skipping the empty rooms and found one of 
Amber walking around her room nude. He reversed the 
tape and watched as a black man entered her room. Again 
he noted she was crying. 

She begged him not to hurt her. She was not speaking 
clearly enough for the microphones to pick up what she 
was saying. He watched as she sucked the man's member. 
Then he pushed her down on the bed and placed his 
hardness between her breasts. He shot his cum all over 
her face and into her hair. Then he let her suck him to 
hardness again. Apparently she allowed him entrance to 
her pussy as Paul watched the man enter her sex. But he 
noticed the man stopped short and waited until Amber 
had a good cum. Then he shot off all over her labia, 
belly and breasts. Finally, he stopped and pulled his 
pants back into place. Amber, was on her bed crying and 
begging the man to just go away or so it seemed to 
Paul. 

Paul decided the decent thing to do with this damning 
evidence was to destroy it. Harley had destroyed 
himself and his family. Paul saw no reason to further 
antagonize the situation. After all the police had no 
idea of the existence of the room or the tapes. If they 
had they would have charged either Amber or Denise with 
murder. It was best he thought if they were simply 
gone. 

It was some months later, that Paul met Amber at Grand 
Central Station. He was getting ready to go to a 
meeting and she had just gotten into town. He was quite 
surprised to see her and invited her to have a drink 
with him at the restaurant on the concourse. 

'Amber, how nice to see you again. Your looking very 
well.' 

'Thank you, Paul. Your looking well too. You didn't 
just want to talk to me and say hello. I know you have 
something else on your mind.' 

'As a matter of fact, I do. I would like you to tell me 
about Jerry.' Amber's face turned white as a sheet. 
'How did you find out?' she stammered. 'Daddy said no 
one would ever find out.' She shook in terror. 

'Don't worry no one else knows. Who was he what 
happened to him?' 'He was my first boy. I wanted him to 
play with me sexually. I thought I loved him and I was 
going to give myself to him.' 

'Go on.' 

'Daddy interrupted us. I never knew how he found out, 
but he threw the boy off a balcony. Then he had the 
body taken care of. He told me if I ever did anything 
like that again it would only be because he would want 
me to. What you did not see was what he did to me that 
night. He burned my ass with one of his cigars. He told 
me I would get worse if he ever caught another boy in 
my room.' 

Then she broke down and began to cry. Paul took her in 
his arms and held her. A waitress brought over a glass 
of water. They both tried to comfort the sobbing girl. 

After that encounter, Paul did not see Amber for some 
time. He tried to keep tabs on her but she and he were 
on different paths. He also tried to keep an eye on 
Denise. But she was doing so much drinking that she was 
out of it most of the time. He would occasionally go to 
the Morgan home, and try to make sure she was eating, 
but when he did she was so sloshed, he usually just 
left. 

His life seemed empty. The one girl he really loved had 
died in a plane crash. 
There was his work but that too was at this point 
routine and empty. There was just no one in his life to 
share his triumphs and tragedies with. Then one 
afternoon, while he was particularly feeling down and 
out, the phone rang. 

He answered, 'Paul here.' 

'Do you know who this is? I am going to give you three 
guesses.' 

Paul began to perk up. Then it dawned on him. It was 
Jean Ann. 'I thought you were dead. They said there 
were no survivors. I was given your personal effects I 
thought. What! How! I don't understand!' 

'May I come see you? Please! I have a lot to tell you.' 

'By all means. Please come. Right now if you must. You 
know where I am?' 

'No.' 

'I am in the Morgan bank right on Wall Street. Not to 
far from the exchange. I will call the guards and tell 
them to make sure to let you in. I am on the top floor. 
No I will meet you in the lobby.!' 

'I can be there in less than ten minutes.' 

'I will be at the door.' 

Suddenly his whole life was changed. The one girl he 
had truly loved had returned from the dead. But how, 
what, why, and all the other questions would have to 
wait. He got his coat and went to the elevators. He got 
on and got to the lobby in time to see her step out of 
the cab. He opened the door and she just fell into his 
arms. After a scene of what could only be called, porn, 
they decided they had to go to Paul's home. 

On the way, Jean Ann, explained what happened. 'The 
plane crashed in Pennsylvania. When it did, it split in 
two. I was in the rear, with one or two others and we 
all managed to get out. We walked some distance away 
from the crash before anyone came to our rescue. At the 
same time, there was a severe traffic accident on the 
Pennsylvania Turnpike. 

The police thought we were from that wreck and refused 
to believe we had been anywhere near the plane. We were 
held as witnesses of the traffic accident for a time, 
released and then it was a long time before I could get 
my identity restored as everyone had decided I was 
dead. You would not believe the trials I had to go 
through with Social Security. It took ages to get them 
to realize I really was alive.' 

'Paul, is your offer still open?' 

Paul was ecstatic. 'Oh! Jean Ann! Of course it is. I 
will never, ever, let you go again. Certainly, we can 
marry any time you wish. I have been empty and lonely 
without you. I missed your subtle ways, and warm smile, 
your caring, and your attention to details. Oh Jean 
Ann, let me hold you.' 

He held her and then quietly led her upstairs to his 
bedroom. She gasped when she saw it. Her things were 
just where she had left them those many months ago. 
'You never gave up hope. You were ever the optimist. 
Now you are mine forever. Paul I will never leave you 
again!'

They made violent, passionate love all afternoon. When 
they finally came up for air, it was only because the 
phone was ringing. It was Amber. 'Paul, Mother is very 
ill, she is so drunk, and so sick, I don't know what to 
do. Please Paul can you come and help. PLEASE!' 

'Jean Ann, I have to go and take care of Mrs. Morgan 
and her daughter. I shall return as quickly as I can. 
If it gets too late you make dinner for yourself and I 
will eat when I return. The house is yours. You are 
welcome to stay as long,' She broke in, 'I will be 
here. I will always be here. There is no one else for 
me or anywhere for me to go.'

Paul got into his car and went to the Morgan home. When 
he arrived, he found Denise, on the floor. At first, he 
thought she was just passed out, but closer examination 
showed she was dead. 'Amber call 911. She is dead. 
There is nothing you can do.' Amber broke down. She 
wailed and cried and got so upset Paul went to get her 
a sedative. She waited until the authorities arrived. 
When they did she was able to answer all their 
questions. 

After they left she began to cry again. Paul tried to 
comfort her but all she could say was she was alone and 
there was no one and nobody. Even Paul who had at one 
time been in love with her could not bring her out of 
her depression. She told him she was going upstairs to 
her room. He heard a thud and ran up just in time to 
see her fall on the floor a knife in her abdomen. 

She had done the deed properly. There was nothing 
anyone could have done to save her. Paul called the 
police again and told them to come at once. Again the 
authorities had a death that they tried to say was 
murder, but had to rule suicide. The entire Morgan 
family was now just part of the historical record.

When he returned home, Jean Ann was waiting for him. He 
went into the living room sat in his favorite chair, 
then broke down. 'Why, they had it all, Why was he such 
a prick, he destroyed himself, his wife and his 
daughter. Why does money corrupt that easily?' He went 
on, 'I try to make sense of all this and all I get is 
more confused. Here is a very devoted woman, tortured 
by her husband's demons, powerless to take care of her 
daughter or to run, what had he done to her.'

Jean Ann listened and then went and cuddled next to 
him. 'Paul, my dream of an education is still there, I 
want to be your wife, to make children with you, and to 
carry your name. I think we need to leave this place, 
this city, and go somewhere where no one knows who we 
are or our back grounds. Paul, lets leave.'

For once, Paul readily agreed. The Morgan bank would 
run without him. He had the where with all to do about 
anything he wanted. He decided to make the 
arrangements.

The next day he went to his office and called a Board 
Meeting. "Gentlemen, as a fairly newcomer to the bank, 
having been her only a few years, I believe I must 
resign from the position as President and Chief 
Financial Officer. I am not going to say why other than 
it is for personal reasons. 

"Mr. Sanderson is my choice as successor for Financial 
Officer, Mr. Martin and Mr. Zimmerman would serve you 
well as President and Vice President. I will be 
available as Chairman of the Board, but I do not expect 
to be present for any of the meetings unless the bank 
falls on hard times. I am sure you will approve the 
changes as I have controlling interest here."

There was an audible gasp from the Board members as 
Paul demonstrated to them just how many shares he held. 
After all the members examined the proposal carefully 
there was unanimous agreement. Paul left the bank and 
never looked back.

When he arrived home, he found Jean Ann had packed his 
bags and hers. What little there was of hers. In less 
than an hour, he had his big SUV rolling down the 
interstate and headed west. They had made no plans so 
they were free to go where they chose. At a place 
called Paradise, Pennsylvania they stopped for the 
night. In the morning they went on. The last anyone 
heard of them they were half way across the United 
States. 

From there... their trail went cold.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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