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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post
of this story is only permitted if the posting site is free and
non-commercial.
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 7
Someone Has Round Heels
James picked up two fresh glasses of Champagne and put the empty ones
on the tray in preparation to moving to mix with the crowded banquet
room.
"I have to go check on some things. You folks carry on here. Keep
the party going. Come on Maryann, there's Steve! Let's go see him."
James and Maryann worked their way over to Steve slowly, greeting co-
workers and toasting again and again. They got to Steve and James
gave him a big hug. Maryann spun and curtsied to Steve. He bowed and
said, "Miss Preston, you look absolutely devastating! I'd say that it
might be time for your annual physical. A very thorough exam. I say,
let's go find a quiet place where I might examine you!"
They all laughed and James told Steve, "Our slut wives aren't here
yet. I left them in the office and they were going to drive over
just after I left to pick up Maryann."
Cheers rang out from the doorway and a surge of people backed into the
ball room. At the front was Kelly and Sylvia, Justine trailing
behind. Kelly and Sylvia were giving high fives all around, Justine
stroll behind, smiling and beaming with pride. She shook several
hands and got a few hugs from friends.
"Well, it looks like we don't have to send out the Mounties after all,
but where's Bill?, Kelly's husband."
Billy Joe appeared, handed James his car keys and pointed to the head
table where he'd put the boxes of roses. Maryann still cradled hers
in her arms, like a Miss America winner. Suddenly, the women were
upon Steve, Sylvia crying on his shoulder about her promotion and the
stock and everything. Kelly saw Maryann and they hugged and kissed.
Kelly had her show off her dress for her, a spin and a sexy pose.
Maryann likewise had Kelly turn and pose for her. Justine watched
them both then announced that she was thirsty and couldn't they go sit
for a minute while the men got drinks. Maryann pointed out their
table and the four foxes made their way to their seats.
Sylvia had Maryann and Justine pose together, so they could check out
their dresses side by side. Sylvia had to turn and pose for Maryann,
who whispered to her: "God! You look so hot! I want to eat your pussy
so bad!"
"You too, you teen slut! I'm going to suck your cum as my Steve
shoves his fat black cock up your tight little asshole!"
"Promises! Promises!" Maryann taunted back.
Justine laughed at them, "Listen to these sex-perts Kelly. Let them
argue while we go find some cock to fuck!"
"Yeah," Kelly countered. "A cock in the bush is worth two in the
hand!"
They all started giggling at Kelly's crack.
Maryann, with her back to the room, pulled her dress slit open to her
pussy, "But I don't have a bush!" she pouted to hoots of the other
three.
"Shit girlfriend," Sylvia replied in Black jargon, "Ain't none o' us
`hores got no hair no more!"
They roared into laughter at Sylvia's slang. Kelly tried to say
something, but was laughing too hard to be coherent. Maryann
wondered aloud if men could find bald beaver like the regular hairy
beaver. More hoots of laughter followed and soon all four were
tongue-tied with giggles.
Steve and James returned with a waiter in tow, a full tray of
Champagne glasses for the table. James handed the roses around and
stopped to inquire about the mirth of the four girls.
Justine whipped her eyes with tissue and told him: "It's about a
hairless cat."
James thought for a minute and replied: "Huh? You girls gone crazy?"
Maryann focused on the situation: "See Daddy, this guy named Dick, he
had this cat. A baby cat. A puddy-tat! See, Daddy, it lost its hair
and, well, it looked funny, all bald without it's hair, and this pussy
grew up and," giggles started, "then it grew up and into a cat but
it didn't have any hair and it looked different so he said that it was
because of a bizarre electrolysis experiment that Dick had a hairless
cat."
And all four girls broke into wild giggles. They couldn't keep a
straight face. Kelly put her head down on the table and laughed until
her sides hurt. Sylvia tried to tell Steve the joke, but kept talking
about a bush in the hand and a cat with no hair. She failed and ended
like Kelly, laughing too hysterically to speak. Justine was splitting
her sides at Kelly and Sylvia. Maryann was too choked up to go thru
it again.
James looked at Steve. They each took a glass of Champagne. James
told him, "grab that other box of roses and let's go hand them out to
all the ladies. We'll come back after the cuckoo bird leaves."
They left and Maryann commented: "Is the cuckoo bird bald too?" That
set them off again as Bill walked over to them. James and Steve
intercepted him and pointed out the foolishness of attempting any sort
of conversation. Bill quickly grabbed a glass of bubbly and followed
the guys, handing out the roses.
The guys moved around, handing out roses, James introducing Bill as
Kelly's husband and Steve as Sylvia's man. The booze was flowing and
everyone was having a good time. The guys saw several good looking
gals and guys they'd like to bed; Steve wanting the littlest women or
fellows so his large black cock would make a good impression. Bill
was flirting with one of the department secretaries and her husband.
James saw nothing better than he had at home, so he kept smiling and
handing out the roses. They finally ran out and went back to their
table.
They found the women sobered up and tears dried. Make-up had been
restored and they sat happily chatting like normal. Kelly jumped Bill
when she saw him; she sat in his lap while she told him of her
promotion and stock shares.
Steve sat in Kelly's chair between Sylvia and Justine; Maryann moved
over so James could sit between her and her Mom. Steve listened to
Kelly gush out her story and then turned to ask James: "So what's this
stock thing all about?"
"Steve, it's like this. Every employee got fair share split of one
million shares. That's 16000 shares each. In addition, Kelly and
Sylvia got a third of a million each."
Steve thought about it for a minute. Then asked: "are you telling me
that my wife got 334,000 odd shares that are now valued at $60.00 a
share?"
"That's what it was earlier. I expect it to go thru $100 a share this
afternoon. That would make it total around $35 Million, roughly."
"Now wait just a fucking minute! Are you telling me that Preston just
made my wife a multi-millionaire?"
"Ah, right Doc. Every employee of Preston is going to be a
millionaire. Sylvia and Kelly, being especially appreciated by the
board of directors, have been blessed with additional stock, as
befitting their hard work and high degree of motivation."
Steve gathered Sylvia up in his big arms and kissed her deeply. Steve
turned to Justine and did the same. Maryann reached under the table
and jerked her Dad's cock to get his attention.
"Daddy, dance with me now. All these hunky guys have been asking me
but I told them I wanted my first dance with you. Ok? Please Daddy?"
James smiled and took her to the dance floor. Only one other couple
was dancing at the time. James held Maryann at arm's length to start,
wishing others would join them on the dance floor so as to let him get
closer to his sexy daughter. Soon, the floor was filled with couples
and Maryann blew off any pretense of being proper. She put both arms
up around his neck, lay her head on his shoulder, pushed her tits into
his chest, and caught his thigh between hers, rubbing her clit
delightfully on his leg.
Near the end of the song, she whispered to him: "Nips, and Clit! Nips
and Clit. I've got them rubbing right and you'd better hold me close
because I'm gonna cum!!!"
James held her tight and felt her shiver thru two or three nice little
cums. The song ended and he pulled away. She grabbed his arm,
begging: "Hold me up. I'm going to fall if you pull away!"
He held her firmly, but casually. A new song started, thankfully a
slow one, and they remained to sway to the music. When it finished,
the band leader announced that the luncheon was ready behind the
moving wall. "There's more than enough for everyone, so take as much
as you want and go back for more. It'll be open for two hours. Two
serving tables, one line on each side. So belly up folks. We'll play
for a while, take a break and eat, then we'll play some more.
Everyone have fun!"
"Let's look at the food Daddy." Maryann asked. They walked over to
the moving wall and went in to look at the food. "Holy cow! Look at
all this food!" she exclaimed. "Let's get a plate of shrimp and sauce.
No, we'll need two. There's seven of us!"
They quickly did as planned and took it back to their table. James
told several tables about the shrimp and they arose to get some
goodies. The rush was on and the party carried on. The booze flowed
and the luncheon was devoured. The IPO party luncheon was a great
success. At the head table, Mrs. James Wentworth Preston sat with her
husband, daughter, friends, and all those roses. The group slowed
their drinking as the aphrodisiac effects of the oysters and shrimp
began to take their effects. Justine grabbed her husband, as did
Kelly and Sylvia theirs, and took them to the dance floor. Justine
told the band to play slow music for a while, `to let the food
digest', so she could get really close to her man.
Maryann was just starting to get really pissed about having no one to
dance with. `Just where is that asshole brother of mine! I'd really
like to be rubbing my tits and clit on him right now!' she simmered.
Then, just in the nick of time, Billy Joe asked her to dance, cashing
his rain check from earlier. Maryann didn't pause to accept, she'd
always found him to be very sexy.
"Of course Billy Joe, let's dance!" she said happily.
Billy Joe, the night-man/watchman of Preston, was only in his mid-
forties and still in very good shape for his age, considering what
he'd gone thru these last few years. It had been only four years
since his young wife of seven years had gotten herself killed while on
active service duty. She'd been doing something hush-hush for the
Army when she met an untimely death in a foreign land. The facts were
withheld by the Defense Department and the body was buried closed
casket. The Military Honor Guard funeral was attended by most
everyone in town; Preston itself was closed for the day. The
government men had told Billy Joe that she'd been a hero, awarded some
kind of medal for heroism, and that a special DOD fund was going to
make sure he would receive a significant compensation; though it never
would measure up to her worth as a wife, or as a valued member of the
armed forces.
With James at his side, Billy Joe had cried and drunk for days. James
took him out of state to a hotel resort where they'd walked, talked,
drank, and cried together. The Preston family, including his co-
workers, had found him a condominium to live in, packed all his things
from his bridal house (except his wife's clothes and personal things),
and moved him. He came back to work a lonely man, but efficient and
full of energy. He got thru the first year with only a few lapses
into sorrow, but it never affected his work. He and James kept their
close friendship; Billy Joe never wanting for anything except his
lovely young wife.
Maryann slipped into his arms gracefully, letting him feel her hot
crotch and tits before backing off a small distance. The slow music
kept her bumping him with her thighs, tits, and crotch. Billy Joe was
a good dancer but with this lusty girl in his arms his coordination
wasn't the best. They danced past Maryann's Mom and Dad and she
winked to them, hoping they understood how hot she was and how hard
she was trying to keep from cuddling up to Billy Joe as they danced.
"Hmmmmmm. You sure smell good today, Miss Maryann!" Billy Joe
murmured.
"You feel pretty good too!" gushed Maryann, only then realizing her
mistake. "I mean that you're a good dancer," she attempted to covered
her mental slip.
"They look nice together," James told his wife as they swirled by the
couple.
"You fool!," Justine chastised him. "She's dying to keep from jumping
him! We'd better do something or she's going to show everyone here
just what a slut she is!"
"Ok my love, let's cut in on them and switch. I'll see what I can
do."
"Yeah, but you'd better be fast. You leave me dancing with him too
long and I just might get round heels for him too!"
When they got close again, James stepped to them and asked Billy Joe
if he'd mind him cutting in.
"Gosh no, Mr. P, I'll just go sit. . . . "
"No, my wife needs her dancing lessons. Billy Joe, you remember
Justine; Justine this is Billy Joe."
"How nice to see you again, Mrs. Preston."
"No, please call me Justine. Please?" she cooed in her sexiest voice.
"Yes, Justine." Billy Joe replied, wide-eyed at his luck. Justine's
body was as good as Maryann's and she looked as hot too! `That same
sexy dress! God! What a dish!' Billy Joe thought as he gently held
the bosses wife for a slow dance.
As his wife and Billy Joe danced away, James saw the fire in his
daughter's eyes and he heard it too: "Shit! Daddy!" she whispered as
she stomped her foot. "I was just getting ready to fuck him and you
give him to Mom! Dammit! That's not fair! I gave him that hardon
and now Mom's got him and. . . . "
"Shhhhh! Darling, your Mother won't do any such thing. She and I saw
you going slut over him and had to stop you. You can't do that to him
here on the dance floor. Now, let's quickly make a plan." James took
her over to the doorway.
"Now you take this key; it's to our rooms down the hall, You know,
Suite one! The dressers have lingerie and other sexy things there and
you know the layout."
"Yeah, I remember. But Daddy, Mom's got her tits in his chest and her
pussy on his leg and I don't think. . . . "
"Yes, dear, but she's only keeping him hot for you. Now, just go and
I'll bring him over in a few minutes. Go along and freshen up. Our
stuff is still there. It's our suite where we keep everything. You
go and I'll get Billy Joe and bring him over. Ok?"
"Well, it's Ok then? I mean that I fuck him? And everything?"
"Yes darling, but remember that he most likely hasn't had a woman
since his wife. Be good to him! Be nice! Take your time and don't
push him." James looked into her eyes, "Make this special for him.
He deserves your best. Be gentle and sweet and. . . . " James
whispered in his daughter's ear: "Fuck the shit out of him. I want to
see him wobbly at the knees and with a shit eating grin that won't go
away for weeks!"
Maryann bounced and clapped her hands: "Thank you Daddy, I won't let
you down."
James smiled and patted her behind as she left, "Give us ten minutes,
OK?"
Maryann looked back over shoulder as she went down the empty hall to
the rooms, laughed, and flipped up her skirt showing her bare butt and
pussy lips, "Ok Daddy. See you later!" she winked and giggled.
James turned and saw that his wife had her body plastered up against
Billy Joe and she looked close to laying back and flipping up her
skirt for Billy Joe too. Quickly he intercepted them and sent Justine
back to the table with a pout on her lips. Taking Billy Joe to the
bar, they each got a scotch (single malt, no ice thank you!).
Together they left the party and went outside to get some fresh air.
Billy Joe started: "I'm sorry sir, your wife sort of got close and I
couldn't get. . . . "
"That's Ok," James replied. "A couple of glasses of Champagne and
well, she can be very friendly."
They walked down the parking lot toward the main reception area.
James asked Billy Joe how things were going; how his non-work life was
going. They talked casual man talk for a few minutes until James got
to the specifics.
"Now we've been good friends for quite a while, haven't we?" James
began. "Yes, I agree. What's past is past and I'm not going to bring
that up. No, no, that's not what this is about. But speaking of
women, do you have a girl yet? A woman? No? Good, Let's talk man
to man. No, I'm not angry. In fact, I'm very happy. Well, let me
tell you. Today has been great, but nothing pleases a man more than
making his family happy; especially his daughter. Right, she is
something special! And right now, my very special daughter has a
problem. Yes, I know, she is really a beautiful hot babe. That's
just it! She is hot, very hot. And you, you lucky guy, she's hot for
you! Yes, I know. But think, it's not so amazing is it? You are a
good looking guy, you stay in shape, and you haven't let those ghosts
of yours get you down. Well. . . . hold on, it's not like that. Oh,
Billy Joe, don't speak so low about yourself!"
They reached the main resort entrance and went in. James waved hello
at the registration folks as they passed. They entered the hall and
sat in two of the chairs looking out onto the country side thru the
spacious floor to ceiling windows.
James concluded, "I expect you to go and enjoy Maryann but afterward,
keep your mouth shut. If anyone asks you, just say you talked a
little, but nothing more. Maybe you got a little kiss, but that's
all. If I hear sex talk about you and her around the office, well,
our friendship could be over. I'm sure you understand. Go, have a
great time, make yourself and Maryann happy, then neither Justine nor
I will have a complaint. Perhaps we can be even closer than we are
now!"
They stood. "Do we have an understanding?" James asked.
"Yes, we do."
James took his glass and said, "Then go politely rap on that door
there, number one. And take all the time you want. Good luck!"
"Thanks, I will!" Billy Joe replied with a smile as he went to the
door of number one and James left to go back to the party.
End Chapter 7
***********************My Dear Readers******************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the
21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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