July 2002
Sinful (part 1)
(MF FF exhib)
by Altan
The day Tom won the Big Game, his life changed. Wouldnt your life change when you suddenly would win over $100,000,000? Of course it would!
Tom wasnt stupid, though. He knew his life would never be the same, but he wasnt going to ruin it. No, not Tom. The first thing he did was stepping into the office of one of the big accounting firms in town.
I won the Big Game, he said to the girl behind the counter, and I need someone to take care of it.
Within minutes, he was taken to the office of one of the managing partners. He looked the elderly gentleman straight in the eyes.
What is your commission? he asked.
The accountant started talking about investment strategies and tax options, but Tom interrupted him.
I am about to give you control over more than one hundred million dollars, he said, and I am going to make it easy. At the end of each year, you will receive one percent of whatever the ending balance is. In return, you guys take care of everything. We can work the details out later. I will come back tomorrow with my lawyer, and you will have a contract ready that I can understand and that my lawyer will OK. If not, I will go next door.
One more thing, he added as he started to turn to the door. I want an account representative who is pretty and not prude.
* * *
The next day, Tom returned to the accountant firm followed by two attractive brunets. Within seconds, a tall dark-skinned business woman approached him.
Hi, Im Sarah, she introduced herself. I will be your rep. Will you please follow me to my office?
While she led them to a bare office, Tom examined her from behind. She must be almost six feet tall, with long, slender legs that she showed off below the short skirt.
She motioned them to sit while she asked, Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, soda, something stronger?
Coffee will be fine, thank you, Tom replied. Black, please.
His company also ordered and moments later Sarah came back with a tray that obviously had been prepared in advance. She put the tray down on the low coffee table and started poring the cups.
Tom looked at the full breasts that were hanging loose in her jacket. He was imagining touching their soft, warm flesh, slowly kneading them. He could almost feel the nipple hardening, the tension rising.
With a start, he realized that she was handing him his coffee, and quickly accepted it. A moment later, Sarah was handing out copies of the contract and then sat down herself. While the lawyers examined the paperwork, Sarah asked him what he intended to do with his money.
Tom smiled. I dont quite know, he said, but I do know what I will do until I figure that out.
And what is that?
Im going to buy a nice house with some land around it, and Im going to put a fence around it. At the gate will be a sign that reads Clothing optional. Enter at your own risk. And I will get a bunch of servants with many beautiful girls among them.
And then? Sarah asked.
Ill have parties, he said. Wild parties. I dont know what yet, but Ill think of something.
Sarah smiled. I may have some ideas there if you ever need them, she said while she un-crossed her legs. She parted them slightly, allowing Tom to follow the curve of her upper thigh even further.
You do? he asked, feeling his excitement rise.
Huh-huh, she answered, parting her legs some more.
I can see you are not prude, he volunteered.
Nope, she said, and spread her legs really apart. To his surprise, Tom found that she was not wearing panties either. In fact, she had just a thin line of pubic hair on her otherwise bald pussy.
One of the brunettes looked up from the documents she was studying. She looked at Tom, then at Sarah.
Is it me, or is it hot in here? she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she started opening the buttons of the white shirt she was wearing, and didnt stop until all the buttons were undone.
Gina, the other brunette asked, what do you make of section three-fourteen?
Gina returned to her paperwork while Tom looked at her small, almost childish breast that was now exposed. He had made a similar remark about prudeness at the lawyers office and it seemed to have worked too. He wished he had taken more time to get to know his two lawyers, Gina and Carla, before heading over to the accountancy firm.
Meanwhile, Sarah had gotten up and walked over to Gina.
Which section do you mean? she asked, pointing to a sheet Gina was studying. This one?
In pointing, Sarahs arm brushed Ginas exposed breast, and Gina looked up in surprise. When she saw Sarah smiling down at her, she smiled back.
Yes, that is the one, she answered.
Sarah looked down closer at the document. After a second, Gina let her free hand slide up Sarahs leg to her pussy. Slowly, she began massaging her clit.
Now it was Sarahs turn to let out a small gasp of surprise. She looked back at Gina, who now had a big grin on her face.
While he was watching the scene unfold, Tom suddenly felt a hand in his pant. He looked to his other side and saw that Carla had put the papers away and was looking at him intently.
You like this? she asked.
This was too much for Tom. The excitement had been building all morning, and now he was quickly coming to a climax. When Carla opened his pants and took his member in her mouth, he couldnt hold back any longer and shot off his load right there. She quickly swallowed twice, then continued licking him clean.
I guess you do, she whispered.
Later, Tom would have only a faint recollection of the rest of the meeting. He knew Gina and Sarah must have both come shortly after he did, and after that they wrapped the meeting up quickly. The lawyers took the contract proposal with them and left a message later that day that the contract looked good. The next day, Tom returned the signed copy.
T O B E C O N T I N U E D
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