1. Sex Lives of the Super Wealthy


    Date: 1/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bestiality, Consensual Sex, Voyeurism, Author: doll1, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Sex Lives of the Super Wealthy By Greg The central characters real names have been changed for obvious reasons. Many identifying locations have also been omitted for my security reasons. I first met Ryan during our junior year in college. We had been introduced by mutual friends. Ryan was a nice looking guy, very well mannered. I could tell right away he had some class. Most guys I had dated up till then were rather immature. Of course they were just interested in one thing. Ryan was different, he was driven. He had goals. He was a business major and really into making good grades and making the right connections. My name is Brooke. I was a fashion design student. Someday I planned to own my own couture firm. I’ve always loved clothing and I am fascinated by the different styles. I am tall, five-ten and wear my auburn hair long. I think it looks more professional that way. I’ve been told I should really be a model, but that career is too short lived. Building my own company, influencing the styles and producing them are where the long term successes are. Ryan and I hit it off right from the start. He was the perfect gentleman and we dated regularly for several months. I was from the mid-west and his east coast accent and culture were exactly why I had come to this area. Ryan never mentioned much about his parents. I knew they were only a couple of hours drive away. Mine were still back in the Midwest where they would always stay. Several months after we met, we became ...
    intimate. Ryan would occasionally confide only bits of information about his upbringing. We had been seeing each other almost every other day. I loved to sit and just talk. We shared our daily struggles, and our future dreams. I knew Ryan was an only child. I thought it was sort of cute how he would refer to his parents. He always used mom and “father,” never a reference to dad’s first name, pop, dad or anything else warm. Eventually I got out of him that “father’s” name was Simon. We had been going together about six months when my parents came to visit. They had come up east and spent a weekend visiting. They both approved of Ryan. My dad was impressed with his drive to one day run his own business. Mom thought him handsome, and a good match for me. Shortly afterwards, I began pestering Ryan about meeting his parents. He seemed to keep avoiding the issue to the point that I began to think something was wrong. We were serious about each other I thought, and I really wanted to get to meet the people who could potentially be a part of my future. Almost a month had passed before Ryan finally agreed to drive up to see them. They lived about two hours north of New York City. The weekend weather was supposed to be beautiful. Ryan is a very cautious driver and it seemed like it took an eternity to get there. We drove through some of the most gorgeous countryside. Soon we were in a very exclusive area. The driveways all had gated entrances, and most houses sat back some distance from the ...
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