1. the Girl 2


    Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Blackmail, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Lesbian, Mind Control, Author: Alter Ego Twoface, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    button and straightend her skirt. Just another day at the office. Dad thought, she would have to have quite a tight ass to keep the fluid from running. He actually found that funny. The Dame was as vulgar, as Dad would have expected. Her hair was platinum blonde, beyond any question not her natural color. It was big, curly and messy in an on-porpose-just-got-out-of-bed-way. Her makeup was plenty. Maybe it was more filler than makeup as its primary purpose was to make the face look less wrinkled. Her lips were botoxed. Her tight purple dress had probably cost more than Dads car, but could not hide the fact that she was fat. Her tits were enormous; they looked like two seals caught in a sleeping bag. The Dame greated Dad with a kiss on the cheek and a hand on his hip (actually closer to his ass). Quite a direct approach for a formal meeting as they had never met before, Dad thought. Her breath was one of cigarettes and Whiskey. The Girl acted as they had planned, quiet and discrete, and the Dame never greeted her or offered her as much as a glance. The Girl had instructed Dad to start the meeting as he would start any meeting. The seduction itself would be taken care of, she had assured him. Indeed that proved right. Dad tried to keep the conversation on pensions, retirement plans, expected income and expenses, chosing high return over low risk etc but to no avail. The Dame was dangling her shoe. She bit her lower lip. She sucked her pen. She fondled her breasts. As ...
    instructed, Dad just sticked to his role. It became however more and more difficult. Every time he asked the Dame a question, she would not answer, but say something else. One time she asked Dad, if he liked fingers up his ass when he fucked. The next time she told him, her cup size was H but she would use a bra size G or even F to make them stand out more. Eventually when she put a foot right in the crotch of Dad he figured it would be the credible time to step out of character. “What are you doing?” he asked, not knowing what else to say. “I’ll tell you what”, the Dame said with a voice not unlike Joe Cocker. “I will take whatever pension plan you recommend for me. That is IF you can get me off first. Right here, right now!”. Her eyes were a bit blurry from booze, but also lustful and quite a bit hopeful. “But of course”, Dad ensured with a smile, he hoped would not look too forced. “Giving advice can be done in multiple ways.” After all, Dad thought, this old crow just needed a bit of affirmation. “Exactly”, the Dame smiled, clearly relieved. “But I’m afraid I have been a baad girl. I am naughty and should be punished”. She curled her hair with her fingers and made an innocent face trying to look like a school girl. She didn’t succeed very well, and Dad almost couldn’t resist laughing. He glanced briefly at the Girl. She was studying some documents, explicitly not paying any attention. She did well, but her part was the easy one, Dad thought. He got up. Here it goes, he thought to ...
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