My Big Family

I know what Fran needs the money for, Jade told me about her suspicious behaviour. For one, Jade and Fran leave a few doors apart and have the same thing with their parents that my mother has with Aunt Carah. At least that's how Jade explains it, I am still lost myself. What I do know for certain is a few years back, Fran's mother passed from a long battle with a lung illness. It devastated Mom, however, that pales in comparison to what Fran most likely felt.

Fran's mom passing created some bad habits, top of the list being her drug addiction and Jade has secretly been finding ways to limit her use. Stealing them from her, lies about buying from certain dealers, making people sell her some placebo's. The list goes on and on really. It's Jade's way of protecting Fran without antagonising her, which I know Fran would never appreciate if she knew.

Fran is not as insane as Jade, at least not always. Rather she's just extremely self-destructive, and while I would love to be her sex rod. I can't risk making Jade upset by indulging her habits. Having said that, Fran clearly came here with every intention of making the deal as sweet for me as it is for her. Her foot does not waver in stroking my cock through my pants. Her technique is excellent, she uses both her soles and the tip of her toes to get the desired effect.

"Fuck!" I groan.

"I know, I'm really good right? I've been practising, and I know this gives you a good view of my long ass legs. You like those, don't you Morgan?"

I can't say I disagree with that, but that doesn't change the fact I don't want to give her a single dollar. At least not without some compensation but I need to be careful to not feed her addiction, rehabilitation starts at home. I play along and indulge myself, letting her go on.

"So I ask again, will you accept the terms Morgan, be my new daddy, give me lots of cock and cash."

"I need to taste and test the goods before I agree to any deal," I reply softly.

"I knew you'd say that, but how do I know you won't pump and dump me. A girl's gotta have some contingencies," she says with a smug grin.

I call my secretary, it's a difficult conversation, but I tell her to not let anyone come see me for an hour. I then reach for my wallet and pull out a one hundred dollar bill and place it on the desk beneath her.

"Does that answer your question?" I smile.

Fran picks up the cash and puts it inside her tank top. I don't imagine it will stay there long given she's not even wearing a bra. Her long nipples poke right against the top, memories of last night with Jade and Kianna. Her foot moves off my cock, it's replaced by her left foot. Then she places her toes near my mouth, they smell like they have lavender. She is clearly prepared for every eventuality such as the likelihood I have a foot fetish.

I don't, but perhaps that might change today as I lick her dainty feet. They are gorgeous, look sexy and smell good. I lick the bottom of her heel and this elicits a gasp from her.

"Oh, good boy," she says.

She shifts to give me better access to the base of her feet. I alternate between slow licks and deep passionate kisses.

"Oh Morgan, you really love my legs don't you," she says with a whimper.

I can see that this is somewhat a dream come true, perhaps they don't get enough attention. This makes me wonder who she's been with before, some that ignored the most attractive part of her body. I take more deep sensual kisses of her foot, and she's so sensitive to this that she shudders from it.

"They are glorious Fran, so delicious. Maybe you're frontin with this fake extortion shit. You really just want someone to play with them a bit."

Fran pulls her foot away, her flushed face presents the first signs that I'm getting through her walls. I've delved deep into her mind and this retraction of her foot is a form of retreat. She's trying to keep me under her control before I end up seducing her.

"I'm going to cut you off from licking these, not unless you pay the fine for feet licking."

I smile, and pull out another hundred dollar bill, I place it on the far side of the desk. She smiles then returns her foot to my face where I give her toes more slow licks. Fran takes out the first note I gave her, and places it on top of the other. Sort of like her own personal bank. I switch between her left and right foot, Fran adjusts, using the one that I'm not licking to rub against my hard-on.

"Do you plan on just licking them forever? I thought you wanted to taste the goods. You're not going to get anywhere if you stay at the tip of my toes," she taunts.

I know her intention is to milk me for all my cash, and perhaps get a good time out of it. I still play along and pull a couple of hundreds out then place them on her pile of cash. This gets her to slowly ease me away then get on her feet, where she turns around presenting her booty shorts to me.

"Take them off!" she orders.

I can see the bottom of her ass cheeks from this position. It drives me crazy, I reach the front and unbutton her tiny shorts. Once I unzip them, they slide down her long legs and onto the floor. Her tight black ass is in front of me, with a black thong in between her ass cheeks. I caress it slowly, and she even sways it for me which entices a hard spanking.

SMACK!

"Ahh, oh fuck, spanking will cost you extra you bad boy."

"I'll pay it!" I bark.

SMACK!

"Ahh oh shit, harder!" she gasps.

SMACK!!

"Oh ahh fuck! Harder!" she gasps once more, before briefly shaking.

"You really like being spanked don't you?"

"Can you tell?"

"I can," SMACK! "It's so obvious."

"Well that'll cost you an extra two hundred, and if you keep it up it'll definitely get me to cum."

"Really?" SMACK! "Then let's get it," I grin.

Fran convulses for a few brief seconds after some heavy hits from my palm. I caress her tight black ass before resuming my assault. Fran happens to be quite dark in complexion, just a few shades darker than I am. Spanking her leaves no visible bruises, just a handprint and the fact it makes her shake. Her ass doesn't ripple like jelly, it stays firm which encourages a harder spank. It's the rest of Fran's body that tells me everything I need to know.

Fran's legs slide into an awkward posture. In her clumsy stance, she keeps her balance because of how slender and lean her body is. I smack her ass again, and she almost buckles from the intense pleasure that rips through her. Who knew she had a spanking fetish, I most certainly didn't, and I assume no one else does either.

It's when I combine my relentless spanking with a little bit of teasing that we get the first considerably audible moan. It's also here where she gets precariously close to falling over. She holds onto the desk for dear life as I pat her thong which is damp on contact. I rub her wet pussy right through it while complimenting it with a hard smack on each cheek.

I expected her to make a good effort seducing me but she is the one looking like she'll cum at any moment. One more smack causes Fran to fall forward with her entire upper body on desk. Her legs jerk and close shut from the top of her thighs to her knees, while her feet stay somewhat apart. It's an even more awkward position for her, but it also shows that she can cum from being abused.

"I can't believe I just saw that," I say.

Fran

"What are you doing girl? You came here to make him cum. Not cum from a basic spanking, when did you get so weak?" I say to myself.

There must be something about this guy or being in this drab ass office and surrounded with boring ass people that makes me just wanna drip cum everywhere. My legs won't move and they remain shut. I hold on to the desk because if I don't, I'll slide off it. The mini-orgasm bliss leaves me dazed and some deep breaths bring me back to reality. I need to retake control of the situation. With some effort I push myself to the floor and get on my knees.

"Pay up," I say.

"Pay, you came, not me. I didn't even taste the goods, so in reality I should be asking you to pay me."

The nerve of this guy, trying to two-time me on a technicality. "Fuck you Morgan, that doesn't count. You know how this works, you play with me, and you pay. That's the deal."

"Okay okay, fine," Morgan pulls out a pair of fifties and places it on the pile.

"Good, now how much to let me take care of that," I point at the bulge.

"I was hoping it would be on the house, but let's say one hundred and fifty."

"I get more from the guy who pays my rent, three hundred!" I negotiate, even with my legs not working and me on my knees in front of him. His thick rod which is held back by his pants is staring right at me. My serious face is a mask for my drooling mouth.

"That's steep, even for you."

"Take it or leave it!" I play hard-ball. I know he won't let me walk out of here while he sports a hard-on.

"Fine, three hundred... but I am in control, deal?"

I take some seconds to think about it, if he is in control then I guess that means less work for me. May even make this go faster, and get me within a few hundreds of the one thousand dollar goal.

"Go right ahead,

after

you put the money where it's supposed to be," I say with a smirk.

Morgan smiles back, then pulls out fifteen twenty dollar notes. He places it on the table next to the pile.

"Done! Now, get over here."

I crawl towards him but he stands up. He takes off his jacket then unbuckles his belt. His pants and boxers swiftly fall to the floor and his thick black dick lights up my eyes. They dilate in response to seeing this beautiful black rod and my mouth keeps drooling in anticipation of it going in my mouth.

Morgan grabs my head and I get cold feet. I don't expect him to be so rough, I try to find the right words to ask for mercy, but the cock is in front of my mouth before I can voice them. I try to keep it shut but Morgan forces it open and pushes half of his cock straight in.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." Is what I want to say if my mouth wasn't so full of cock.

"Agh yeah, take it you skinny bitch," Morgan grunts.

This isn't a blowjob, Morgan is literally feeding it to me. He pushes in and out of me and I slobber like an infant. A few strokes in and half my face is wet with my spit. He pulls out, to check how wet his cock is, then shoves it back in my mouth which I keep open for him.

He's in control of me, I have no say in this. This isn't of my own accord or choice, I'm his fuck toy. I had a plan when I arrived, and it's all gone out the window. My brain is melting, I can't think clearly anymore. My body responds more to his actions, my nipples get erect, stiff and sensitive. They beg to be touched, my pussy which has already had an orgasm just can't stop twitching.

Morgan pulls out after getting most of it in, "Ahh fuck... Morgan!" I gasp in delight then look up at him with puppy dog eyes. Morgan loves them, and forcefully pulls my head up by my braids. He plants a soft kiss on my saliva covered mouth then pushes me back down again.

He sits me on my ass on top of the warm carpet, a slightly more comfortable position with my head against the desk. I don't dare close my mouth and I let him shove three quarters of his thick cock inside. I don't think I can take anymore of it, I don't have a mouth as big as Jade or Kianna.

I'm already coughing on each withdrawal of his big cock, dribbling all over the carpet and gasping 'oh fuck baby' after I do so. Morgan's muscles tense up and he builds up a sweat which I can see dripping down his thighs. He is still so powerful, I couldn't break free of his grip if I tried.

"You like that?" He asks, then pulls out to let me talk.

I nod with enthusiasm, "Yes baby I like it, I really like it... fuck my face again," I plead with him.

Music to his ears and he obliges my request by returning to the face fucking. I have to touch myself now, my pussy aches with the need to be touched. I push my panties aside and start furiously fingering myself. This has me moaning into his cock which rams my wet mouth. I go dizzy from the onslaught and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I look like a dishevelled mess, I know I do. The way I'm covered in my own sweat and saliva. The sheer amount of pussy juices that have dripped onto my panties and the likelihood that all of this is removing some of my makeup.

I love it, all of it. He's fucking me so well and treating me like a nasty whore for his own pleasure. I live to get fucked like this, and he has yet to even reach my pussy. How many times will I cum from taking his cock.

"Agh fuck!" Morgan grunts before letting go of my head. I open my mouth and close my eyes so that the inevitable spray of his cum doesn't hurt them.

I feel spurts of it land all over my face, each one brings forth several singular electrifying mini-climaxes. Only when Morgan squirts his last stream of cum do I stop shuddering uncontrollably and begin to breathe normally. I take long heavy breaths and my legs are shut tight from the sensitivity, the cool office breeze makes me shiver. It even makes me flinch and I hit my head against the desk. I'm in a feeble state and I feel my pussy burning.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy that. I've gotten what I wanted from you, you can go now."

"What!" I snap, in my dazed conscious state. "We still have time, and I've not yet reached the goal of a thousand.

"Too bad, I've cum. I need to work, so take your money and go," He orders.

"No Morgan, you can't do this. You can't just give me the best face fuck I've ever received and then tell me to leave."

"You came here to extort me, to blackmail me. I don't owe you anything more than the money I've given you for your services. Hopefully this should keep you satisfied till you find another willing participant to your impolite behaviour."

Morgan starts pulling up his pants.

"I... I don't think that's fair," I argue, "I needed the money, and a good fuck. Please, Morgan, we still have thirty more minutes right. Just let me get some more, please! I'll do anything, just let's play a little more."

"I told you to take your cash and leave," he points to the door, "I have no interest in being in any kind of relationship with the way you treat me."

I can feel the pain in his heart. He doesn't like how I went about this, the fact I threatened him means he thinks little of me. I feel guilty, ashamed and undeserving of his love. I want it, and I won't give up due to my own frivolous emotions.

"Well, if you're going to be like this then you leave me no choice. I'll just tell my family that you fucked Kianna and Jade. Then you'll learn to honour your promises."

"Tell them, while you're at it, tell them that you gave me a sexy blowjob. Willingly I might add and with the promise of more in exchange for money. I have multiple witnesses to you entering my office looking like a wanton slut. How is that for honouring my deal, now get the fuck out before I make security toss you."

Morgan

Fran throws a hissy-fit at me dismissing her. She tries to be violent, but her wobbly legs betray her at every turn. I send her groggy butt out and she leaves looking like she's been wrestling a pig. With her makeup all over the place and the distinct smell of cum all over her face.

She only rubs it off her face after I remind her that it's there. Treating it like a lotion before leaving. I find it hot that she almost left the office with my cum on her face to begin with. She did take about seven hundred dollars of my money as a reward. I didn't give her to sponsor her vices, rather it's hush money for what she knows. The guilt of extorting me will stop her abusing it, and hopefully it'll change the dynamic of our relationship.

It also gives me the ascendancy as without the leverage from before, I can properly make moves on her. Perhaps trade some sex for a more positive lifestyle, things I need to plan for later. For now, back to work.

The weekend

I call both Jade and Kianna to a spa, my treat. I thought about giving them the all expenses trip to the beach but a chunk of my cash was taken by Fran. She has proceeded to block me on all her socials out of spite, which is just like Fran to do. Hate is good, it creates investment and I've learned a lot from watching my family. That hate is a few steps away from love and Fran is exactly the type of person to fall for some basic psychological tricks.

Kianna on the other hand is the one I thought would be the hardest, turns out she's been the easiest. It does seem I underestimated Jade's resolve. Or maybe there's something more to why she won't share me with Kianna. Just as I'm about to leave my house to go meet them at the Spa, Seon sends me a cute text about a new anime. I feel guilty that once again I am going to be with Jade and Kianna with Seon left out. So I decide to invite her as well.

Seon

Morgan has never invited me out, in fact no one has. I don't get to go out much since great granddad can be pretty strict even in his old age. After I tell him that Morgan invited me, he calms down and gives me some loose change for sweets. I know I'm very shy, it's just I'm not a little girl anymore, I do end up buying some ice-cream before I get there.

The spa is not somewhere you go unless you're stressed. Weirdly enough, I'm never really stressed when Morgan is there. It's how I really feel, I love him deeply. He is the only one who constantly checks up on me and listens to my thoughts. Sometimes I feel like he's my boyfriend and I know that's too good to be true. Morgan is just way too busy to be with someone like me and we're related. I wish I could see him all the time, but I'd need to ask his permission to leave home.

I've been thinking about it for a while now, moving in with him. The deal isn't so bad, he goes to work and comes back to me. I can cook and clean his place and if he wants to...

If he wants to do other stuff, then I will let him. I have had so much time to think about this, mostly before the time we fooled around in the attic. No one will know, or judge a man who lives with a distant relative. We don't look alike, so he may even just tell people that we're together. I'd be okay with that, so long as I can be with him. I remember that it's not just me who might want this.

A few weeks back at the party, Jade caught us doing naughty things. I've not done anything before or since, and I am still surprised that Jade didn't tell on us. She seemed quite happy that we'd done it. The most astonishing thing is she came over and started touching me and her touch was different. Morgan's is strong and overpowering while hers is so direct and purposeful, she knows her way around a woman's body. I wonder where Jade learned to tap a clit like that, she did it to me like she knew exactly what she was doing. I should probably ask her when we meet at the spa.

The bus trip is long for me as I stay so far from the city. The spa may allow me to relax and finally ask Morgan to let me move in with him. I know that once I get his permission, no one will stop us because of how much they trust him.

I check to see if I look presentable, I don't go out much, so I didn't know what to wear. Especially to a spa, where we will probably remove all our clothes. I decided to adorn a pair of black biker shorts, a white baggy t-shirt and some all-star sneakers. I wear a cap to cover my face and my long straight black hair. I would have worn other clothes if it were a short trip and if it weren't so hot. Since I know I'll mostly be naked, it's kinda pointless.

I arrive and see the thing all the aunts were talking about when they came from Mrs Black's birthday party. The two girls fighting outside the spa, Kianna and Jade with Morgan quietly trying to play peacemaker. I find it weird that they seem to dislike each other given how similar they are. They're both stubborn, hard-headed and vocal about their opinions.