The Influencer And The Heir Ch 06

The story continues about 6 months after Arthur and Martha returned from their trip to Italy. During that time, they saw each other at least once a week. For example, Arthur took her to the Spa-Francorchamps circuit a few times for a race and to give her the chance to drive. Martha has since cut back on her influencer activities. She increasingly helps Arthur with his work and also takes photographs of all the estates he sells. For a month now, she has practically been living with Arthur in his apartment in Antwerp.

Arthurs parents have now understood that their son is in love and is practically living together with a great girl it seems. He's never seemed so happy. Arthur himself has not said much about it yet, but they notice it. They want to give him time to start talking about it on his own terms when he's ready for it.

About a month before Christmas, the new couple traveled to London to take photos of a city palace in Kensington Gardens on the so-called 'Billionaires Row'.

"Good morning, babe," I say when we wake up in our room at Claridge's Hotel. Martha smiles and snuggles a little closer to me. Today, fortunately, we have planned a day of rest. We have spent the past two days in the house. I have arranged the appraisal and in the meantime Martha has taken pictures. But today we are going to enjoy the city, before we leave for Belgium tomorrow.

"Shall we order room service for breakfast? I don't want to leave of this wonderful bed yet," Martha sighs. Her naked body feels wonderful against mine. With my arm around her, I caress her arm a little. We lie there together, enjoying ourselves, until there is a subtle knock on our door. I quickly put on a bathrobe and open the door. A waiter rolls a table into the room with our breakfast on it.

I put a tray down for Martha and then crawl into bed next to her with my own tray. As we enjoy our eggs and bacon and croissants, I ask Martha: "Should we go shopping for Christmas presents today? It's Christmas shopping season in London."

"You know I never say no to shopping," Martha smiles.

"Maybe you could buy a present to give my parents on Christmas Eve," I say, somewhat on autopilot.

Martha drops her sandwich on her plate and looks at me with her eyes spurred open. "We've actually been together for half a year now, I'd like to introduce you to my parents."

"Wow, I didn't expect that proposal on a Thursday morning," Martha replies in surprise, "are you sure?"

"There are few things I'm so sure about. I really want them to get to know you. Are you up for that?"

"I have to admit that I'm nervous about the prospect. I was nervous about my previous boyfriends, but that was different. Their parents weren't as influential as yours, not by a long shot. And with them, I knew somewhere that it wouldn't be forever," she answers very honestly.

I'm quite moved by her answer and give her a big kiss. I look her in the eyes and say: "I love you."

Martha answers: "I love you too."

We sink even deeper into our kiss. Just when we want to continue, we hear the coffee cups clinking on our trays. "Oops, better pay attention," Martha chuckles. We decide to get up and get ready to go into town.

I put on long pants and a turtleneck sweater. Martha chooses a classic checked skirt, a knitted sweater and leggings. In our winter coats we walk through the city. The first stop we make is at the famous Harrods store.

We walk through the store when Martha turns to me and asks: "What kind of gift do I buy people who already have everything and can buy everything?"

Of course a very logical question. "I usually buy something small. Just a trinket. It doesn't have to be expensive or big. Just something nice that you can use and shows that you have thought about it."

Martha has to think about this for a while. We just continue shopping and playing tourist. The city has already completely transformed into a large Christmas market. The decorations are up, Christmas trees everywhere. In short, a truly magical city. Suddenly we pass a small shop where there are all kinds of pictures of old cars and other small car stuff. Among them is a small clock made from the rev counter of an Aston Martin DB5, Sean Connery's car in Goldfinger. Martha immediately knows that she is going to give this to my father as a present. I have to admit that it is a very good present.

The gift for my mother is a much harder challenge.

"I always have a hard time finding something too," I reassure her.

After more searching, we end up in a small interior design shop. Here Martha sees a beautiful fountain pen with a matching set of inkwells. I have already told her that my mother can old-fashioned at times. Reassured that she has found her two gifts, we continue our day.

We visit a few more clothing shops. While Martha is trying on something in the dressing room of the Burberry shop, I quickly walk to the saleswoman to buy the handbag that Martha has been looking at in the window. But as the real surprise, I had an extra set of keys to my apartment made, which I am going to hide in the handbag. Fortunately, we have already done enough shopping that I can hide the handbag in one of the other bags.

At the end of our very productive shopping day, we go back to the hotel. We change and go back into town. First we have something to eat and then go to 'The Lion King' musical in the West End. Late in the evening we return to our room and quickly fall asleep. It was a long day and we have to get up early tomorrow to catch our train back to Brussels.

After a quick breakfast we are waiting on the platform to board the Eurostar train. We are sitting right at the front of the first class carriage, completely out of sight of the other passengers. Martha is wearing a dress with stay-up stockings. Once the train has left, Martha looks at me with her big naughty eyes. She takes my hand and places it on her thigh. The horny devil on my shoulder has gained the upper hand again. With small rotating movements I stroke her thigh. I come higher and higher. The closer I get to the treasure between her legs, the heavier her breathing becomes.

When I arrive at her groin, I look at her in shock. Instead of her panties I now just feel her already quite wet pussy against the back of my hand. Martha winks at me.

"You horny bastard," I smile at her.

I start kissing her, just as I slide a finger into her hole. It's a good thing her moans are muffled now, otherwise the whole carriage would hear what we're doing. I calmly slide another finger into her tight pussy. Martha has to bite her lips to hold herself back. I notice that her orgasm won't be long now. The situation alone makes her horny as hell. I slide my fingers in and out of her cunt faster. If anyone were to listen carefully, they would hear a slurping sound.

"Damn, she's so wet," I think. When my fingers hit her G-spot, that's enough to push her over the edge. She experiences a violent orgasm while trembling. Her eyes roll all the way back. I slide my fingers out of her and lick them.

"She tastes so delicious," I think. Martha needs some time to recover and then kisses me.

"Thank you, that was delicious." The rest of the journey goes without a hitch. After our transfer in Brussels we arrive at Antwerp Central station and continue to my apartment. We tidy up and then go to work. I go to the office to further prepare the sale of the villa in London. In the meantime Martha starts editing some photos.

That next weekend I visit my parents at their country estate. Of course it is a large estate with a country house in the middle of it. You could probably call it a castle. The estate also has a small lake with an island in the middle. There are also a few horse stables. One of the horse stables has been converted into a garage where my father and my car collection is parked.

I enter through the large front door and am greeted by the butler Richard and our Golden Retriever Winston. My parents are sitting in the library, which also serves as a living room. Our mother is already getting into the Christmas spirit and is decorating a large pine tree. My father is meanwhile quietly reading a book by the fireplace.

"Ah Arthur, nice of you to come by", my mother says when I enter. She immediately gives me a hug and a kiss. My father also greets me and shakes my hand.

The butler brings coffee and tea with some cookies and then leaves us alone. "So mom, are you already getting into the Christmas spirit", I ask.

"Sure, you know me, you know how much I like to get the Christmas decorations out."

I'm starting to get a little nervous now. "Speaking of Christmas. On Christmas Eve, it's just the three of us, right?" I ask.

"Sure, like every year," my father says.

"This year I'd like to make it four people," I start while my parents quite amused at me, "I'd like to bring my girlfriend."

"We were already preparing for that, darling," my mother says. I look at her in surprise.

"Did you think we didn't notice that there was someone in your life? You seem much happier and you dress better," she laughs, much to my father's amusement.

"Do you want to tell us something about who it is?" she asks.

"We already know, Rachel. The girl he went to Italy with for Jacques' Ferrari," my father says.

"Shh, Anthony, let Arthur tell us himself," my mother says. I look at my parents in surprise. "I saw clear enough that you got along really well at the reception when you came back from the trip," my father explains.

"Yes, it's Martha, the same girl from the trip," I answer.

My parents are now sitting opposite me on the couch. "That you want to introduce her to us is quite a step," my mother says. I confirm this and say that I really like her. My father is a bit more reserved. I don't expect him to approve of her career choice.

"I'm really crazy about her. And yes, I know that you may not be enthusiastic about her profession, putting everything on the internet. But she wants to quit that life and to be honest, I take her with me more and more often. Her photos are beautiful and help sell the properties," I say honestly. That seems to reassure my father a bit more.

"We look forward to meeting her and getting to know her," my mother says. My father nods in confirmation. Happy that the 'confession' has gone down without much drama, I stay the rest of the weekend and help my mother with the decorations.

Life goes on in the period leading up to the big night. Martha almost always sleeps at my place. But then it's finally Christmas Eve. Martha and I had agreed that I would pick her up at her apartment. She wants to get completely ready at her own home. And I suspect that she wanted to be on her own a bit to calm herself down. She doesn't show it, but she is definitely stressed.

For the occasion I have put on blue trousers, a white shirt and a blue vest and a jacket. I ring her doorbell and am let upstairs. Martha has already opened the door.

When I enter, I hear from the bedroom: "Just sit down for a moment, I will be ready in a moment."

After a few minutes Martha enters the room. I am speechless, she looks absolutely beautiful. She is wearing a dark green dress. The dress fits her figure perfectly. With a little cleavage and going down to the floor. Her brown hair hangs loose over her left shoulder. Finished off with a gold chain, earrings and a few rings, she looks the picture of elegance. My mother will surely approve.

"Wow, I can't even put into words how beautiful you look," I say honestly.

"Am I approved to meet your parents?" she asks.

"They're going to love you," I reassure her. She gives me a kiss and we leave. She joins me as we head to the car.

Today I decided to take one of my favorite cars. A manual Aston Martin DBS from 2006. Every time I drive it, I feel like James Bond. Boys will be boys after all. I open the door for Martha so she can get in. When we leave, the V12 engine thunders through the street. Where the Ferrari screams more, the sound of the Aston is more of a thundering sound. During the car ride to the estate, I notice that Martha is getting more and more nervous. I am quite nervous myself. But I know my parents and I know that they are going to like her, just because they know how happy I am with her. After a good half hour we arrive at the estate I call my home. When we drive up the long driveway, Martha is amazed. After a few minutes we emerge from the forest and the house comes into view.

"You could have warned me that you live in fucking Downton Abbey", Martha says as she looks at the house with big eyes.

I have to laugh and say: "Then you would have been even more nervous. And besides, Downton Abbey is in England."

We stop in front of the house. I get out and hold the door open again. We walk to the house when the door swings open and the butler opens it. "Good evening sir and miss", he says as if he's welcoming the king and queen.

"Richard, just call us Arthur and Martha, you know that", I smile at him.

A Christmas tree of at least six meters high is shining in the large hall. Richard takes our coats when my parents enter. The door to the library opens. Winston is the first to rush out to greet us, followed by my parents.

We greet Winston first. He is also wearing a bow tie for the occasion and looks as cute as always. After Winston's initial enthusiasm has subsided, I take Martha's hand and we go to my parents. "Martha, these are my parents. You've already met my father. And this is Rachel, my mother", I introduce her.

Martha immediately gives three kisses to my mother and then my father and wishes them a Merry Christmas. My parents welcome her and wish her a Merry Christmas as well.

"Shall we go to the library?" my mother suggests.

The fireplace is lit, another Christmas tree is shining and the radio is playing softly. It is very cozy in here as usual. Martha and I sit down on the couch opposite my parents.

My mother breaks the first silence: "So you stole my son's heart?"

Martha starts to blush a little, but she does give an answer: "I think he stole mine. I am honored to meet you. He always speaks so fondly of you." The compliment certainly goes down well with my parents. I smile a little because she is completely winning them over.

We talk a bit more about our meeting and the rest of our time together, well apart from all the fucking. "Shall we open the presents?" my mother suggests.

First, my parents give each other their presents. They have decided to book a trip together and see it as a present. They are going to New Zealand, they have been there before, and it is definitely their favorite country.

Next, I give my parents their present. I bought them a beautiful leather diary. I know how much they like keeping track of their travels and scrapbook. "For your next trip," I say. They are clearly happy with the gesture.

Next, Martha gives my father his present. He can't quite tell what it is until he has completely unpacked it.

"Is that really a clock made from a rev counter from an old Aston Martin?", he asks in amazement.

"It certainly is," says Martha.

"What a beautiful present," my mother adds.

Martha breathes a sigh of relief that the first present has already been a success. Then she gives my mother hers.

"Then I hope you can use my present right away," says Martha.

My mother is very happy with her beautiful pen and says that she will definitely take it with her.

Now Martha and I only have to give our presents. I give her the handbag first.

"Wow, you remembered that I wanted this one," she says first.

"I bought it while you were in the changing rooms," I laugh.

Then she looks in the bag and sees the box and looks at it in surprise. She opens it and finds the key.

"That's the key to my apartment, I hope you want to come and live with me," I say. Martha flies around my neck and gives me a kiss.

"Of course, honey," she says incredibly happy. My parents look as if they are watching a romantic movie.

Then she gives me my present. I open the package and the box and see a beautiful gold pocket watch. On the inside of the watch I see that she has had a beautiful black and white photo of us placed. It is a photo of the two of us together when we were on the back of the Riva speedboat on Lake Como. The night that sparks started flying between us. I am very happy with the present, pull her against me and give her a kiss.

"Then I think it's time to eat," my mother says.

The rest of the evening passes without any problems. We talk, laugh and, above all, enjoy a delicious meal. With our bellies full, we all go upstairs.

Once in our room, Martha looks around in amazement. At the large bed, at the classic finish and at the burning fireplace. Then she looks at me and pulls me against her.

"Thank you for this evening and your present. It was great... But the evening isn't over yet," she smiles.

She starts to rub my crotch with her hand. I kiss her on the mouth. Our tongues start a passionate battle while my cock gets harder. I take off my vest and start to unbutton my shirt.

Martha breaks away from our kiss and turns around. "Can you help me with the zipper?" she asks seductively.

I pull her against me, her ass against the bulge in my pants. I kiss her neck while I slowly pull down her zipper. Martha pushes herself even more against my body and my bulge. When her dress is unzipped, she slowly lets her shoulder straps fall. She turns around and lets her dress fall. Her beautiful breasts and toned figure are revealed. She's only wearing a green lace thong that fits perfectly around her hips. She looks like a dream. Such a delicious body, especially with the glow of the flames on her skin. Martha looks at me with naughty eyes as she sits down on the floor in front of me.

She rubs my crotch for a moment before pulling my pants down. My hard erection springs free from its prison. She wastes no time and grabs my penis with her hand while she kisses my glans. A shiver runs through my body. With her tongue she circles my throbbing head before she starts taking more in her mouth. With one hand she starts to jerk me off and with her other hand she starts to play with my balls, which by now certainly contain enough cum. More and more of my long, thick rod disappears into her mouth. With up and down movements she comes further and further. Until I suddenly feel her nose against my pubic bone. "Holy sshittt, Martha", I moan. That is the first time someone has been able to deepthroat me. Martha pulls back and gasps for breath. Proudly she stands in front of me and pushes me towards the bed. I lie down on my back with a few pillows behind my back so that I can look at her. Martha sneaks up from my feet over my legs, like a predator that sees her prey, namely my cock. She sits on my thighs with my cock against her belly. Like an angry, throbbing rod against her slim belly. She leans forward and gives me a kiss. Her stiff nipples slide over my chest.

She sits up again and pulls her now soaked thong to the side and holds my cock upright. She slowly lowers herself onto my 8 inch long fuck stick. We both moan at the same time. I put my hands on her round ass while she starts to ride me. We both moan away. Martha continues to bounce on my cock. I feel her pussy muscles tighten around my hard cock. Even after all this fucking, she remains so nice and tight.

Martha starts to get a little tired. She puts her hands next to my head and leans forward. While I see her great round tits in front of my head, I grab her buttocks again and start to move my hips. I now thrust faster and faster into her pussy, which starts to squelch louder and louder. Martha moans continuously. I also feel myself getting closer to my climax. I keep thrusting my cock faster into her pussy. With a high-pitched scream, Martha finishes. Her pussy contracts hard around my cock, milking me completely dry. I am no match for this and start emptying my balls into her pussy.