Chapter 03- The Legacy
The Penthouse - 6:00 pm
It was six o'clock by the time the bell dinged in the elevator signaled Charlene's arrival at her floor. The bellhop rolled a luggage cart with her boxes and dresses on it, leading her to her new home away from home. He palmed a card from his jacket, slipped it into the card reader on the door and led the way in. Once inside, he turned for his tip which she handed to him and he left.
Looking around, she walked about the penthouse suite envious of her employer's grotesque wealth. She started at the foyer and sauntered into the living room. She ran her hand over leather couches and across a black baby-grand piano while on her way to french-doors leading to a large balcony. She stood out there for several minutes letting the wind whip her hair as she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off.
Looking back inside the suite, she leaned against the railing as she took off one black five inch pump after the other. With shoes and blouse in her left hand, she unzipped her skirt with her right then pushed it over her broad hips and thick ass until her skirt dropped to the deck. Stepping out of the ring of her skirt, she bent and retrieved it before turning back to look out over frigid downtown Seattle in only her black lace demi-bra and matching black G-string. The frosty thirty-five degree winds tweaked her nipples into thick rosy nubs and goosed her skin, and with a smoky exhale that she watched float away she turned and went back inside.
It was instantly warmer once in doors as she finished her tour of the penthouse. Carrying her clothes with her as she inspected the open kitchen to the left of the foyer, and a hallway that led to guest bedrooms. To the right there were french-doors she assumed led to the master bedroom. Investigating, it was a huge bedroom with a king sized bed, another french-door leading from the bedroom to a huge master bathroom with a shower and jacuzzi tub inside as well as a private outdoor ten man jacuzzi. On the other side of the bathroom she found the master closet.
Walking back to the foyer and the luggage cart, she began moving her new apparel into the closet. She hummed as she hung up her dresses. She held onto a cream lace shoulder clinger mini-dress and looked at the beautiful craftsmanship as she remembered her conversation with Kevin Stacey at the dress shop...
"Ok, here you are Mrs. Galdren, now this dress is what you should be wearing when Mr. Gorden arrives tonight," Kevin instructed, his eyes never leaving hers, "Don't worry a bit of you ruin the dress. Now that I have your fabulous measurements I can replace it as often as needed. Also, if you want, I can personally tailor all your clothes from now on. Anything! You name it, from denim jeans to silk gowns!"
"Thank you Mr. Stacey," She purred with a wry grin for the tailor's exuberance.
With his instructions in mind, she laid the dress out on the bed before unfastening her bra and sliding her G-string over her hips until gravity did the rest of the work and they fell to the floor. Looking over at the jacuzzi-tub longingly, she contemplated all Donald's come still between her ass cheeks and thighs, and calculated the time she needed to get ready for Randal. With an indulgent grin she sashayed over and turned the knobs to fill the basin. As the water ran, she left to pick out her shoes and to put away the rest of her clothes. When the tub was full, she turned on the jets and stepped down into its hot depths. Hot water caressed her toes and slid up her foot to her thick ankle and calf like a massive tongue licking up her leg until all but her thick muscular thigh was under water. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she sighed as she lifted her other leg over and slipped it in the water before scooting her plump ass off the ledge and lowering herself down. She hissed as the hot water licked at the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and then the lips of her shaved smooth pussy before rolling up her perfectly groomed pubic mound with its one inch wide by three inches long landing strip of long, silky, jet black pubic hair. It felt like warm velvet was sliding over her forty inch hips and ass, and up her flat belly to caress her small twenty-eight inch waist and belly until it was consuming her perky thirty-six D-cup breasts and relaxing her taut nipples. Once her tush hit the molded seat and only her neck and head were left out of the water, and then closing her eyes she relaxed as the jets massaged her into delirium...
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The Galdren Home - 6:00 pm
Heather awoke from a nearly three hour nap to find her daddy's head still snuggled up between her breasts. He had one arm around her waist, and his other hand was squeezing her breast. He felt warm and for some reason calming instead of disgusting like the kids at school that groped her, and it made her wonder if this was how her mother felt with daddy?'
The sudden thought of her mother sent her into a panic as she looked around wildly for her until she realized that Charlene wasn't home and came to the conclusion that she must be working late again. Looking down at Jason, she smiled and craned her neck but couldn't kiss him like she wanted to, so instead she inhaled his scent. He reeked of beer and whisky. She had never seen him drink so much. Worried that something was wrong, she wanted desperately to console him. She wanted to make him stop being sad. She wanted to make him happy again, but what could she do?
For now he needed physical comfort, and she would give it!
Wrapping her arms around his head, she combed his hair with her fingers with one hand while stroking his back with her other. It didn't take long before he roused from sleep. Feeling a woman's body beneath him, he squeezed her breast as his mouth found a thick nipple and began suckling. With his other arm he pulled her belly more firmly into his body as she giggled and shimmied lower.
What they were doing. She knew it should feel wrong, but it felt right. It felt oh so right. It felt so warm, and it was so unbelievably arousing. She could feel her body responding in her womb as her nectar started flowing down and out of her vagina, wetting her pussy-lips until her thongs were drenched. As if Jason could somehow smell her arousal, he suddenly broke off from sucking on her breasts and surged up and planted a kiss on her mouth which turned her thoughts into a haze!
She responded by reaching for his belt, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down freeing his swollen veiny cock with its blood colored mushroom head. With his dick free, Jason got very aggressive and suddenly thrust forward trying to sink his prick into her sopping wet pussy only to be thwarted by her thong. When he kept pushing against her pussy-lips, she realized that he was still asleep, so reaching down she pulled her them aside just as her father's huge mushroom head surged forward splitting her wet taupe-brown labia like curtains to reveal her aroused pink flower within. Once inside her Jason was a machine thrusting in deep and hard until he bottomed out inside her with a resounding, "Whack whack whack whack," of his balls slapping her ass cheeks echoing throughout the house!
She bit her bottom lip as he entered her, and gasped explosively when Jason moved back to sucking her breasts while thrusting inside so deep that he was hitting her womb. The sensation was like electricity shocking her every time his head hit her cervix, and then suddenly she was climaxing, and she closed her eyes and inhaled and held her breath as heat and euphoria exploded throughout her body!
