Richard was convinced that Rachel would be his slut and it would take proper training for her to realize that. For him to succeed he would need to be alone with her, he needed Jake out of the picture. So Richard came up with a plan. He signed Jake up for a major real estate conference in New York, which would leave Rachel all alone for five days.
Jake was packing clothes to take on his trip when Rachel asked, "Honey, do you really have to go?" She was standing with her arms folded, worried about what might happen with Jake being away for so long.
Jake walked over beside his fiancΓ©, looked into her eyes, and lovingly whispered, "Honey, relax, it's only five days. I know we haven't been apart for that long in quite some time, but you'll manage. Besides my dad will be around, I can call him and have him drop by to check up on you if you feel uncomfortable."
Rachel looked down at the floor and said, "Oh... great."
Jake put his hand on her back and kissed her neck, "Dad was really lucky to get me an opening at the conference. I can't let him down after he offered to pay all my expenses. I'll be sure to call and make it seem as if I haven't left your side at all." Rachel gave him a weak smile as she began to kiss him, but in the back of her mind she knew Richard was up to no good. Jake and Rachel made love that night -- it was very slow and loving sex. Rachel had become utterly bored with this type of love making mostly due to Jake's small penis. She fell asleep as soon as Jake was finished.
The next morning Rachel kissed her sweetie lovingly as she packed him a lunch for the day, "Be safe."
Jake smiled as he hugged her, "Of course, babe. I'll call as soon as I get there? I love hearing your voice."
Rachel hugged back and followed him outside, "Okay, I'll call you every night if you don't call me, promise?" Rachel gave him a kiss goodbye and she waved to him as he got into the car.
As Jake drove off he yelled, "I love you!" Rachel blushed and walked back into the house. She sighed, wondering what Richard was planning.
Later, Rachel was watching TV when she heard a knock at the door. She was wearing a small, tight T-shirt and a pair of jeans as she opened the door. Not expecting any visitors, her eyes widened when she saw Richard so early, "Why are you here?"
Richard smirked as he held up a suitcase and rudely pushed the door open and walked inside without her permission. Rachel grunted as she moved back to let him in. "Thought you'd be lonely with Jake not around, so I thought I'd give you some company," he said, as he took his shoes off.
Rachel looked at him with a fierce look, "No thanks, I'm good." She folded her arms, "He's only been gone three hours! Get out of my house!"
Richard looked up and down her body with a sexual leer, "Too bad. I'm not asking for permission to stay in the house... I own."
Rachel's eyes widened a bit, "This is your son's home."
Richard stood in front of her, "Oh? Is that what he told you? It's under my name because your fiancΓ© couldn't even afford a house in his name, so he came begging to me to buy him a house." He smirked as he damaged his son's credibility a bit.
Rachel blinked a couple of times in surprise and then she shook her head as she closed the door "I doubt that. He told me and I trust my love."
Richard began to walk over to the TV, "Oh? What true love?" said Richard as he pulled down his pants and boxers to his ankles and took a seat. Richard's cock was flaccid as he switched the TV channel to porn.
Rachel's cheeks turned a bright red at the sight of his cock and then her eye caught the television. She shook her head as she saw a woman fucking a delivery guy. "That never happens, that's just a male fantasy," she said as she walked a little more into the living room.
He looked at her with a raised brow. "Oh? We'll see about that," he said as an idea popped into his head. He then turned his head to the TV and watched the woman get fucked -- his dick was hardening as he watched. Rachel stood there in silence as her eyes switched from the TV to Richard, her heart began to pound as she saw his large member begin to rise in front of her eyes.
Richard wrapped his right hand around his cock and began stroking it up and down. She stood there watching him and then shook her head, not wanting to give in to temptation and began walking out of the living room, but stopped when Richard called out, "Hey, Rachel!"
She stopped and turned to him, "Yes?"
He kept stroking his dick slowly like it was nothing, as if it was a normal activity. "Be a doll and get me some lube, my bare hand isn't as smooth as it used to be," he said with a perverted grin. Her nose wrinkled some as she nodded and went upstairs to find some lube. She brought it down and held it out to him. Richard groaned and grunted, "I can't stop now, you dumb bitch, pour the bottle over it!"
Her nose wrinkled at his insult but she did as she was told and poured the lube all over his cock and hand. Richard groaned, letting the lube envelop his cock as his hand moved up and down faster. She watched him and then she set the bottle down, "Done?"
Richard grunted again watching the porn playing as his hand jerked up and down, "Almost!" Richard had a plan; he was going to spend the whole day not touching her because he had her for nearly a full week. The waiting for him to touch her would just build up as he would tease her. He was going to build up excitement to the moment he would strike. He moaned as his cock squirted out cum. It shot out like a rocket landing on the other seat of the black leather couch. Rachel blinked a few times in surprise at the amount of cum he had released. More semen shot out and also landed on the couch until it dripped down over his hand.
She looked at the couch, thinking of what a pain it would be to clean it up. "Phew that was great. I had that built up for days," he said wiping his hand off on the seat.
She rolled her eyes, "Glad you could get off I suppose. Now please leave."
Richard stood up and walked up to stand right in front of her, "Nope. I am staying all week with you. Get that through your head. Now be a doll and make me a sandwich."
She looked into his eyes and then lowered her head a bit. "What kind?" she asked.
Richard stroked her arm with his messy hand, "Make it tuna." She nodded and walked to the kitchen rubbing her arm. He gave her butt a slap as she walked past him and he went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
Richard came back and sat down in Jake's recliner chair. His semen remained on the couch and it was beginning to harden. Just then Rachel walked in with a sandwich and handed him the plate. "There," she said as she looked at the pool of semen, "You're going to clean that right?"