New part, hope you enjoy.
I sat there catching my breath with my beautiful, full bodied, completely nude step mother sat straddling me in the kitchen after just having a very passion filled sex session. Now that I had "cleared my head" so to speak, and the haze of alcohol was starting to wear off, I thought; "Now what?"

Angela leaned back. "Let's go to bed." She slid off my lap and began walking to the stairs, before she got to the first step she looked back at me. "You coming?"

"I just did." I said quietly to myself. And followed her nude form up the stairs. Even in the darkened hallway it was hard to miss the swaying motion her body did as she moved. Teenage hormones be praised because I was already getting stiff from the view. I followed her down the hallway and into the master bedroom. She didn't turn to face me until I was right behind her.

"I know I'm a little drunk right now, but I enjoyed that." She looked down. "I don't think I've felt that good in years, thank you." We both stood quiet for a minute. I wasn't really sure what to say, so I just shut up.

"I don't know why, but I just feel connected to you. I hope that isn't too much for you." She looked up at me sheepishly.

"No, actually I kind of agree. I think you and I are quite alike in a lot of respects. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't comforting to have someone who has an idea of what the hell I'm going through." She smiled warmly. "And you know, if this is your way of 'connecting', let's just say that I wouldn't mind if we did plenty more of it." That got a laugh out of her.

"Well in that case, let's get even more 'connected.'" She turned me around and pushed me onto the bed. From there I had what I can easily consider to be one of the better nights of my life.

I woke up to the sound of Angela groaning in agony. "Oww." Was all she said, very softly.

My head was a little sore, my stomach a little queasy, but nothing terrible. Perks of youth I suppose. "You ok?" I asked.

Angela gave a little jump and whipped her head around, and immediately regretted the sudden movement. "Oh god, I forgot you were in here." The sound of panic was beginning to rise in her voice.
"What did we do? Fuck, what did we just do?"

"Just now, we woke up. Last night... I think you remember well enough." I said with a little edge in my voice. I kind of figured this would happen, but I was still a little hurt regardless.

"Jesus, this is bad." She said to herself.

"It's not that bad." I responded.

"David, you are my step-son. Your father, my husband, will NEVER be okay with this. I could lose everything, my family, my house, my life. What we did was extremely bad. All because of what? I was lonely? I wanted some attention? This is so bad." She put her head in her hands and was trying to hide herself, from her own shame as much as from me I think. Now I started to feel bad. She didn't need to be freaking out like this. I'm not surprised that she was, but I didn't think it was too unfounded. My turn to try and un-fuck the situation.

"Look, Angie... I honestly don't know what to say to make you feel better, but I can promise you, here and now, that this will never go beyond the two of us. I don't want to hurt you, at all. You have been nothing but a kind and sweet person to me from the moment you met me. And considering the circumstances of our meeting, I think that says a lot about you as a person. So please, try not to freak out as much." She was crying now. "If it helps, I really don't think of you as a mother, step or otherwise."

"It doesn't." She said between lessening sobs. "But what you said before that does. A little. I'm still a whore." She said more quietly. I immediately stopped her from pursuing that line of thought.

"Angie stop!" I said forcefully. "What happened here wasn't because you are some kind of slut! It happened because you married a bastard who is more in love with his money and his job than you or any of the promises he made you when you got married. This happened because you did what any attention starved woman would do. This doesn't make you a criminal, it doesn't make you a whore, it makes you human, and your husband an asshole." I placed a hand on her shoulder. I really didn't like her thinking like this. It seemed to be working because she stopped sobbing at least.

"We can't do this again David. Okay?" She looked back at me, tears still streaming down her face.

"Okay." I said, I tried my best to keep the reluctance out of my voice. "I just... I just don't want you to think less of yourself. You needed this I think. And while I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, I still respect you too much for that to get in the way. I mean that. So, yeah, we're done, it never happened.
Okay?" She seemed to be doing better.

"Thank you David. I'm sorry about this, but this is how it has to be." She leaned over and gave me a wet kiss on the cheek. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed."

As much as I wanted to stay and watch, I meant what I said, I did respect her. So I left the room, which was a little awkward since I didn't have any clothes on either. But yeah. I shut the door behind me and almost immediately could hear a round of fresh sobs. Shit. I felt like shit. I was drunk last night, but I wasn't that drunk. I could have said no, I could have put a stop to it, but I didn't. This was as much as my fault as it was hers and she was not handling it as well as she first let on.

It was after noon and I still hadn't really seen Angie. I figured she was either too scared to come downstairs or she just had refused to get out of bed. After the sobbing died down that morning it was quiet. She might have gone back to sleep for all I knew. This was going to be awkward, for her more than I thought for me. I decided to go for a walk, so if she was hiding in her room, this would give her a chance to come out without worrying about running into me. I got a pair of the shoes we bought yesterday on and walked up to the bottom of the stairs.

"Angie! I'm going for a walk! I'll be back in a bit!" I didn't hear a response so I just decided to go. I was sure to grab my new cell phone that we also bought yesterday. I figured I could try and figure out all the functions this thing had. I'd never had a cell phone before, so this was actually kind of interesting for me.

I walked to a nearby park and picked out a nice spot underneath a shady tree to figure out what the hell I was going to do. The phone only could distract me for so long, and I got to thinking about what I was going to do. Angie clearly needed her space to think, that's how I worked. If I had a problem, I tended to isolate myself so I could work it out on my own. I figured that Angie was the same way, seeing as how I doubted that she got much, if any, help from Michael. Michael, that rat fucking bastard. I don't know why but I blamed a lot on him, this current pickle that I was in included. If he had just paid attention to her this would never had happened, and Angie wouldn't be beating herself up like this.

I suddenly had an idea. I wanted to see what Angie thought of it, so I rushed back to the house. I found Angie sitting in the main living area curled up on one of the love seats. She looked so tiny. When she heard me come in she began to untangle herself and looked like she wanted to say something, but I wanted to get my idea out first.

"So, I was thinking, what if I went to New York? Just for a while." I asked her. She looked confused by my suggestion.

"New York? Why there?" She asked.

"Michael said he was going to be there on business right? Why I don't I just go over there and tag along for a bit. While you get time to get your head on straight, so to speak. And," I said grudgingly "I can spend some time with... Michael." I actually thought I saw her smile at that one.

"Well, if that's what you want then of course, I can call Michael right now." She said quietly.

"Well, no, it's not what I want, but I figure you could use some time to yourself right now. I mean, if you're really okay with everything then never mind. But let's be real about this, you seem to be taking these turns of events a lot harder than I am. What do you think? Really?" I asked. She seemed a little shocked by my candor, and took a few moments to respond.

"Um, well." She didn't really seem like she could form whole sentences, or maybe she was just trying to word it right. "I guess you are right, about me I mean. This is a lot for me to handle. I don't want you to think that I don't want you around or anything, but yeah, I think that would be good for right now." She looked guilty while she was saying it, like it would hurt my feelings. "How did you come up with that?" She asked.

"Truthfully, it's what I would want. When I need to think shit over I tend to do it alone. I don't like having other people around when I'm trying to figure out anything important. In Chicago, it was surprisingly easy to do, but here..." I trailed off. I think she understood. While it was just the two of us, we would both feel obligated to keep the other company, and therefore wouldn't be able to get any kind of soul searching done. She was nodding at the thought.

"David, you really are a very bright young man. Far beyond your years, I would say." She said with admiration in her voice.

"Survival does that to people. Innocence is the first thing to go. It usually gets replaced with hard reason. From what you've told me about your life you really weren't that different at my age."

She nodded knowingly. "You're right. I'll go call Michael now, when did you want to leave?" She asked. I thought about it for a moment.

"Is today possible? Probably not but I thought I'd ask anyway." Dismissing it quickly.

"What time?" She asked simply. I was taken aback by that one.

"Wait, really? Just like that?" I whistled to myself. "Uh, 3:00 okay?"

"Okay, I'll set it up." and just like that she turned back to her phone and made two calls, one to Michael's secretary, informing her I would becoming and to make the arrangements for my arrival. The second was so I can only assume was whoever handled the flight arrangements, who she told the time I wanted to leave, and to send a car to the house to pick me up. Fuck. Being rich has it's PERKS!

After about 15 minutes on the phone, she hung up and gave me one of her radiant smiles. "Well, all settled! Let's get you packed up." She went back upstairs while I was left a little dizzy from it all. I really was never going to get used to this.
Angie rode with me to the airport, even though I told her multiple times that she didn't need to bother. She came anyway, and we made small talk about the places I should make Michael take me while in the city. I agreed to make him show me around, mostly as lip service. I doubted the two of us were going to spend much time bonding. I was excited to go exploring. I had never traveled outside of Chicago, and everything I knew of New York was from movies and TV shows.

We drove right onto the tarmac to a fueled and waiting jet. I wasn't sure if it was the same one from yesterday, but I couldn't tell the difference if it wasn't. I gave Angie a nice, awkward hug and got on the jet, where low and behold, a smoking hot red head flight attendant was waiting for me! Well, at least I would have some eye candy to look at on my trip.

"Hello, I'm Heather, you must be Mr. Arthur?" She said with more cheer than I could ever have mustered on my best day.

"Uh, yeah, but please, call me David." I doubt this woman was that much older than I was, she didn't look older than 20, but I could be wrong. I doubted it, but hey.

"David, it's great to meet you." She said. I couldn't tell if she was sincere or not, but I really didn't care.

She was hot. She had a swimmers body, slightly wider shoulders and hips, powerful looking legs that were just barely covered by a tight skirt. She was wearing a white blouse that was snug on her ample bosom. She knew I was looking and didn't really seem to react to it.

"Why don't you take a seat and we can take off. Can I get you something to drink? Mineral Water? Energy drink? Perhaps something a little stronger?" She said leaning in. I got a whiff of whatever perfume she was wearing and the effect was intoxicating.

"Maybe a rum and coke? I don't really like flying that much." I lied. "Especially takeoff." I lied again. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder in sympathy.

"Of course. I'll let the captain know we are ready to go and I will be back with your drink. Maybe we can do something to get your mind off of the flight." She gave me a wink and walked back to the front of the plane. I had no idea what she meant by taking my mind off the flight. Well, I had ideas but I just didn't know if that's what she meant.

The jet started moving and a minute later Heather came back with a glass in her hand. After she handed me the drink she took the seat opposite from me. There was something about the way she was looking at me that I couldn't quite place. I eyed her from the top of my glass.

"So, we will be taking off in a few minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you? I was told to take especially good care of you on your flight, so, anything you want you just tell me." She leaned in closer and placed a hand on my leg right above my knee. "Anything."

Yeah. It was those kind of ideas.

"Anything" I tried to sound innocent, but I doubt it sounded authentic. She smiled as she rested her other hand on my other knee.

"Anything." She began sliding her hands up my thighs in an excruciatingly slow motion.

"You sure?" I asked. I was horny, but not horny enough to make this poor girl do something she really didn't want to. She gave me a sultry smile as her hands kept creeping closer to my now solid wood.

"Anything to make the client happy, and it's a perk that I have such a cute guy like you to entertain." Her hands were now on either side of my crotch, stopped. She slid off of the seat to her knees, right between mine. She was starting to unbutton my jeans when the jet engines started to get louder and we began to shoot forward. Heather was pushed forward against me, her head rested itself on my chest, and I could feel her chest pressing up against my dick. She was looking up at me smiling while her hands went back to working on my pants, or at least that's what I thought. I felt movement, but when she pulled her shirt back I realized that she undid her blouse. She was wearing a white lace bra underneath that covered what I guessed were a pair of c-cups.

I still had my drink in my one hand, but my other was now reaching for her firm chest that was now pressed up against me. It was an awkward grip for my hand, so I just settled for running my hand down her back and on down to her toned ass. She was back to working on freeing my throbbing meat from my pants, while simultaneously maintaining balance on the still ascending jet. Quite an impressive feat, if you ask me, as she had me out and ready to go in less than a minute.

She steadied herself with one hand on my leg, while the other was wrapped around my base as her lips slowly engulfed my head. She bobbed her head up down, each time going farther down my cock.

This kept going on until she was taking my whole cock in her mouth like a damn pro. Her tongue was wrapping along my dick like a fucking snake, and would moan with me inside her mouth, the vibrations of which sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. She continued like this for several minutes until the jet started to level off, and then she stopped. Still between my legs, my cock in her hand just inches away from her mouth, looked up into my eyes.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, David?" I couldn't help but grin at that one.

"Well, I feel a little bad, you seem to be doing all of the work." I replied. She smirked up at me.

"I guess I forgot to mention this, but this jet is equipped with a full sized bed..."
I sat silent for a second just digesting that lovely image. "Then by all means, lead the way."

The flight went by way to quickly in my opinion. Heather kept me quite busy for much of the flight. I dozed off at some point and was woken up by a soft and tender kiss. At first I didn't really think, I just reacted and pulled her into a hug, eliciting a squeal of surprise from Heather.

"Did you want to go for a round two? Or this round 5?" She laughed softly, nuzzling my neck.

"I'd love to, but unfortunately we're going to land in about fifteen minutes, and I figured you might want a minute or two to get dressed." She kissed me on the cheek. "Welcome to New York."

I got up and started getting dressed, Heather sitting on the bed, admiring the view. We made small talk while the plane landed, she gave me a list of places to go to when I mentioned that this would be my first visit. It was dark when we landed, so I didn't see the limo that pulled up as we stopped.

"Well, in case you get some time off here's my number." I handed her a slip of paper with my number on it as I stepped out of the jet. She told me she would and I walked down the steps.

I looked around and saw the limo waiting for me with an older man standing by an opened door. I had seen him before, but I couldn't quite place his face. It took me a few minutes but suddenly I realized that he was the guy I met who told me about Michael. I hadn't seen him since Chicago, he looked the same.

He was on the shorter side, I'm guessing around 5'9, maybe a little shorter. He had grey hair with a little bit of dark hairs peppering the sides, and a nice gut that made me think he spent more time sitting behind a desk than doing anything else. I really wasn't quite sure what his exact job title was, but I assumed by the tasks he had to do with me, he was something along the lines of corporate stooge for Michael.

"Mr. Arthur, it's good to see you again. You're looking well." He said friendly enough. I still doubted that anyone would be that excited about picking up their boss's kid late at night.

"Mr., Timms was it?" I still couldn't remember the guy's name.

"Tyson, John Tyson." He said, still smiling.

"Yeah, Tyson. Sorry." I said.

"Not to worry. It's been a while since we saw each other last. Besides, I doubt you thought you would ever see me again, am I right?" He asked with a little laugh.

"Not far off." I replied. We got in the car and drove off. It was around this point that I really noticed the skyline off in the distance. Now, seeing skyscrapers isn't really that big of a deal for me, being raised in Chicago, you get used to the sight. However, seeing them fill the skyline is something else. I was a little surprised by how big the downtown area really was. Tyson saw me looking at the city and took the moment to make small talk.

"Your father wanted to be here, but the last minute nature of the visit made it difficult for him to shift his schedule. Hope you understand. This is your first time to New York I understand?" He made sure not to give me time to respond to his first remark.

"Uh, yeah, first time." I couldn't really place it, but I just didn't like this guy. He seemed nice enough, but there was something about him that just tweaked my nerves. Maybe it had something to do with his willingness to brush off Michael's absence so readily. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't disappointed by it, but brisk way he said it made me think that he had recited these lines enough times for it to become secondhand nature for this guy. He was my dad's stooge. That's what it was. I've never had an overabundance of fondness for stooges.

"So what's got ol' Mickey so busy tonight? Late night at the office? Meetings to attend and whatnot?" Tyson had a flash of subtle anger in his face, but hid it quickly.

"Mr. Arthur had a fundraising event to attend tonight. I believe it was for a cancer research foundation." His voice held a tightly controlled calm to it. Something told me he wasn't used to being spoken this way by a teenager. I'd have to remember that one .

"Can't miss the irony in that one." I said under my breath. Maybe the old bastard felt guilty after all. Or more likely, he just had a charity event thrown in his lap and saw a few potential clients to swindle money from.

We sat in silence for a while, Tyson checking his phone and texting back and forth with someone.

Didn't know, didn't really care. In all honesty I was more interested in the sights around me. We were getting pretty close to crossing one of the bridges downtown. I didn't really know which one, but I was pretty sure that the Brooklyn bridge was off to my right, so whatever one that is. The closer we got to the city, the more massive it seemed to become. Once we crossed the bridge we the view was immediately eclipsed by the towering buildings that now surrounded us. I would switch form looking out my window to the sun roof above me. It was impressive, I had to admit. We drove for another half hour through the city, well, I say drive but it was closer to roll forward then stop for 5 minutes while we waited on traffic. People on foot seemed to making better time than us. All in all, we couldn't have traveled more than a mile until we pulled into the lobby entrance of a nice looking building. Tyson and I got out and headed in.

Tyson gestured to a security guard sitting behind a desk right between two sets of elevators. The guy nodded at both of us and pressed a button, and one of the elevators opened. As we stepped in, Tyson pulled out two cards that looked like hotel keys. One he handed to me, the other he inserted into a card scanner, after he pulled it out, the elevator doors closed and we began moving up.

Looking at my stare of disbelief he chuckled to himself.

"This is your apartment key. Think of it like a hotel key, but much more expensive. Each key is encoded to a specific floor in the building. Notice how there aren't any floor buttons? That's because each apartment is leveled off by floor. This place here is where your father stays, and where you will be staying. It's close to the New York office, you could walk there in less than ten minutes or so. Depending on the foot traffic." I nodded in response. The floor keys were a little over the top, in my opinion, but they were still pretty impressive.

The elevator stopped moving and the doors opened up to a lavish foyer. There was antique looking tables and expensive looking furniture decorated around the place. I walked into the apartment and was a little surprised to see that the room was rather narrow. It was then I realized that this was only a part of it. The entire floor was part of the apartment, which when you think about it is pretty fucking big.

The elevator was in the center of the building, meaning that there was a whole mess of space that I wasn't seeing.

A young woman stepped out of a joining hallway to greet us both. She was a very good looking Latina woman, maybe 20 or so, with all the right kinds of curves. She gave me a warm smile as Tyson introduced us.

"This is Lola, she is the resident housekeeper here. There is also a cook who comes in during the day, but Lola lives here full time." He nodded at Layla, who gave us both a slight nod. "She can show you around the place and where you'll be sleeping." He gave a deep sigh and clapped his hands together.

"Well David, is there anything I can do for you? Need anything?" I shook my head no.

"No, I think I'm good, thanks for the ride Tyson." I said. We shook hands and he headed back to the elevator. He pressed the button and a sudden realization came upon him.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" He turned back to me. "Tomorrow, your father has a morning meeting that he can't reschedule, but he has the rest of his afternoon and evening cleared for the two of you to spend some time together, so I'll be sending the limo here around noon. Okay?" I nodded affirmative. I had kind of hoped for a day or two to myself, but whatever, the premise of my visit was to spend time with Michael.

"Sounds good." I said.

"Oh, and one more thing." Tyson said as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another card and handed it to me. It was a black card that didn't really have any writing on it other than my name on the bottom left. The fuck...

"This is in case you ever need money for anything. Mr. Arthur had it made especially for you, it's part of his account, so don't worry about any limit. Just, you know, don't go too crazy with it." He gave me a playful slap on the arm and stepped into the elevator. He gave me another nod and the doors closed, leaving me dumbstruck. Jesus, how rich is this fucking guy?

I'd never had a bank account, let alone a fucking credit card. When I lived with my mom, she was very meticulous about our finances, since there was never much. She had one credit card, and a single bank account that we both could make deposits on. We had talked about getting a separate account for me, but that was right before she got sick. It never really mattered to me. If I wanted money for myself, I usually took whatever cash I made for myself and just held onto it. It was pretty rare, mostly because we didn't really see it as her money or mine, it was family money. We used it for family. When we did have money to spare, she would always spend what she could on me. Looking back it seems like that was another lifetime ago. Holding this card in my hand, I could have solved every money trouble we ever had and still had plenty to spare.

Fucking rich people. I guess I was a part of that now.

I kind of zoned out, and didn't really notice Lola still standing there. I jumped when she spoke.

"Would you like... tour?" Her English was passable, but her accent was still pretty thick. I spoke a little Spanish, mostly swear words, but there was still quite a bit that I picked up from the guys I would work with in the kitchens. I also dated a girl from Puerto Rica who managed to teach me a little as well. I wasn't fluent by any means, but I could at least get the general idea.

"Uh, sure. That would be great." She led me around the apartment, pointing to different rooms and giving their names. She showed me to my room and I put my bag down on the bed.

"You sleep here, is okay?" She asked. I nodded yes and she smiled. She did have a very pretty smile. I began wondering if she was single, or at least unattached.

"Bueno, Maestro Arthur will be home soon. I go to bed now." And with a nod of her head, she left the room. I was confused by what she said. I didn't know what the hell Maestro meant, master?

I shook it off and was about to get undressed when my stomach started to rumble. Shit, I thought, I hadn't eaten since I left from San Francisco, and I was starting to feel it. I was starting to wonder what I'd do for money when the flat card reminded me, hells fucking yeah! I can eat whatever I want! While the thought of getting anything I desired was damn appealing, my tastes are that of a common man. I thought that pizza sounded like a pretty good idea. Time to see what these New Yorkers have been crowing about, and if compared, at all, to the tasty masterpiece that is Chicago pizza. I got a number of a local place from the security guy downstairs, and called for a large "Pie" as they were calling it. I got my pizza about a half hour later, and had to go down to the lobby to get it. The delivery guy was looking around the lobby when I walked up to him.

"Nice place." He said, handing me the pizza and the receipt to sign.

"Right?" I gave him a pretty generous tip (I wasn't paying for it) and he went on his way. As I walked up to the security desk, the guy nodded to me and hit a button. I offered the guy a slice of pizza, I figured the guys job was boring enough. He politely declined, but he seemed pretty cool about it.

I went upstairs and ate my pizza in the kitchen. I tried to ask Lola if she wanted some, but I couldn't find her anywhere, and gave up after a few minutes. After my nap on the plane, I wasn't tired at all, but didn't have much desire to go out and explore, so I settled for some TV in my room. None of the furniture looked that comfy, and besides, I couldn't find a TV out there anyways. It didn't bother me that much, what with the 72" flat screen on the wall across from my bed. I zoned out for a few hours skipping between movie channels and whatever late night crap was watchable, then at last, sleep.

I woke up relatively early feeling starved and jet lagged. I really didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment. Well there was Beth, but she was at her summer camp, and probably couldn't talk. I decided to send her a text anyways, I hadn't heard from either of the girls since they left.

Hey Beth. It's David, got a phone. Hows camp going?

I sent the message and got undressed and was about to get into the shower when my phone buzzed. Beth already answered.

HI!!!!! miss u!!!! gr8 u got a phone! Camps fine, but i miss our hangouts ;p Wat u up 2?

Now, since I've never had a phone, and I never really ever instant messaged with people online, I had no idea what the fuck she was saying at first. But once I figured it out I messaged her back right away.

In New York with Michael. About to take a shower. You?

It took about three minutes for her to respond. It took me closer to 5, but hey, I was still getting used to the mini-keyboard.

Jealous!! Wat u doin there?

Shit. How do I explain this? It seemed to me that telling the truth was a baaad idea.

With Michael on business. Will be here for a while.

It wasn't exactly lying.

Boring. But now u 2 can spend time together. Try 2 make the best of it. Plus NY is so much fun!! Go round the city!

She had a point, about making the best of it. After fucking my step mother, I really didn't feel like sitting in some boring office situation with Michael. But I did have a blank check in the largest city in America.

Yeah, why not?

I got in the shower for a quick rinse off and got dressed in some of the clothes Angie bought me. I hadn't gotten a response from Beth so I assumed she was doing something. The next challenge in my day was to get out of the apartment without running into Lola. I put on some shoes and slowly opened the door to peak around. I didn't see or hear anyone so I walked as quietly as possible to the elevator door. As soon as I pressed the button I heard footsteps behind me.

"You leave so soon?" Lola asked. I did my best not to swear out loud.

"Oh, Lola. Hi. Umm yeah, I thought I'd go and you know, see the city..." The whole personal maid shit was still a bit much for me. I didn't know what to say to a girl who may only be a few years older than me.

"You be home for lunch? Dinner? I make something to eat?" She seemed a little disappointed that I'd be gone. Odd, I thought.

"I'll call and let you know." I lied. I really didn't want to spend time here now. It was all still a little too fucked up for me. Luckily the door finally opened and I stepped in. She waved to me as the doors slid shut and I breathed a sigh of relief.

As I got down to the lobby floor there was a new security guy at the desk. I introduced myself and asked him if there was any good places to get breakfast. He listed off a few places but nothing sounded familiar, so I just opted to walk around and find something. The rest of my day was actually pretty enjoyable, I did some of the major touristy stuff, like Central Park, Times Square, Empire State building, those sorts of places. I got some food at some hole in the wall sandwich place, and walked around a little more. I got a call from an unknown number a few times but kept ignoring it until finally I got a voice mail. It was one of Michael's assistants asking me to call back or stop by the office, that Michael wanted to see me. I gave her a call and she sent a car to pick me up.

When I got to the building there was a slender young olive skinned woman standing in a tight pencil skirt and a white frilled blouse. She had black hair with a slight wavy curl near the ends that framed her dark brown eyes wonderfully. As I got out of the car she walked up to me.

"David Arthur?" She asked me. I nodded affirmative. "Hi, I'm Natalia. I work for your father, I'm here to show you around the office and take you to see Mr. Arthur." She extended her hand to me, which as it turned out was very soft.

"Nice to meet you Natalia." She gave me a warm smile.

"If you will just follow me, I can take you to see your father." Following her was nice. I don't know what it is about the pencil skirt, but it's always been a soft spot for me. I find that mostly all women can look fine as hell while dressing in business attire.

The walk was entertaining, if uneventful. I honestly wasn't paying a ton of attention to my surroundings, you see one fancy lobby you've seen them all. Lots of marble, plenty of granite, maybe some rich wood paneling. The way Natalia's taut round ass made for a much more impressive view.

We made small talk on the way up to Michael's office. She would occasionally introduce me to random strangers who had something or other to do with the firm. I was polite, but I doubted that I my lack of interest was well hidden. We finally got to Michael's office, which by the way was bigger than my old apartment, and was of course, empty.

"Mr. Arthur is currently in a meeting with his board of directors, but it should be wrapping up shortly. You can take a seat anywhere you like, would you like something to eat or drink? A magazine to read?" Natalia asked.

"No thank you. I'm fine, besides, you probably have much more important things to be doing. I can get whatever I need for myself."

She seemed a little taken aback by that, but still smiled.

"Well, let me know if you need anything. It is part of my job." And turned and left.

I enjoyed the view as she left. She smiled at me right before she closed the door, I think she knew I was staring. After the door shut I went over to the window to check out the skyline. It was impressive to say the least. Despite my personal feelings towards Michael, his firm must be doing pretty damn well. After a little while Michael came in. He seemed a little surprised to see me.

"David! You're here!" He said.

"Um, yeah, your secretary, or assistant or whoever called and said you wanted to see me." I replied.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect you to come. At least not so soon." He took a seat at his desk.

"Look, if you want me to come back another time just fucking say so." I didn't feel like playing this game.

"David! I just thought you'd take longer okay? I wanted you to come and was just surprised that you listened. That's all. Take a seat. I wanted to talk to you about some stuff." I gulped. Talk about what?

"Okay." I took a seat. Michael looked a little uncomfortable, like he was reciting something in his head.

"So I guess first, how long were you planning on staying? I had only planned on staying here for a week or two but if you want we can stay a little longer. Or if you want the two of us can go somewhere else. I'm afraid that right now I have to be here for a deal we're working on. Until we get it locked in I can't do much else. If you'd like you can keep exploring the city, there's lots to do. I can arrange it so one of my people can show you the sights. Does that sound okay?" He was definitely trying to appease me. For what I wasn't sure, maybe he thought that I was pissed about him having to work.

"Um, I guess so sure. But I really don't need a babysitter. I can figure the city out on my own." Honestly, I didn't. I also didn't want someone reporting everything I did there to Michael either.

"It wouldn't be a babysitter. Far from it, I just thought that since it's such a big city, you might want someone to explore it with." Wouldn't that fall to you? I couldn't help but think that as he said it.

"Well no offense, but do you honestly think I would have a fun time with some middle aged guy who's being forced to play tour guide to me?" I was a little taken back when Michael started to chuckle.

"Middle aged guy? C'mon David, you really think I would stick you with some old guy? It would be someone your age. Believe it or not, there are other young people in this city. Some of them even interesting enough that you may want to spend time with." I to admit, I hadn't thought of the idea.

I shrugged. "Yeah, sure, we can try that out." I figured it would pass the time at least.

"Good, I'll put it together. It'll be fun for you, she's a nice girl, great personality." My interest peaked at the mention of that. "It's Tyson's youngest daughter, you two will get along great." My interest dropped back down. Tyson was not what I would consider to be a handsome man. Kind of the opposite. I couldn't imagine his offspring being that good looking. And call me shallow, but anyone who was described as having a great personality usually meant they weren't the best to look at.

No matter, I thought to myself. I now have someone who knew her way around the city. Who knew, we might have a few things to talk about.

Michael arranged it so Tyson's daughter would pick me up at the apartment around 11:00. I was waiting in the lobby when a silver Lexus pulled up to the drop off. I wasn't sure it was for me until she stepped out of the car. She was a tiny thing, a dark haired beauty but with some major curves.

Tyson's wife must be a fucking bombshell, because damn, this girl was hot. She couldn't be an inch over 5'4", with a body like a gymnast but with tits. Like, huge fucking tits. It could have been her tiny frame but she looked like she had two small melons stuffed in her button down t-shirt. She had this perfect hourglass figure found mostly in older pinup models. She had meat on her hips and thighs, but it was pretty obvious that it was solid muscle. She was wearing these skin tight pants that cut off right below her knees.

She walked around the car and was looking at me, well to be honest, not all that differently than I was looking at her. Her gaze saying something along the lines of 'Not bad'.

"You Michael's kid?" She asked. I was a little taken back by the abruptness.

"Um, Yeah. The name's David." I extended my hand out to shake, but she just turned around and got back in the car.

"Let's get going then." She said through the open window. What the fuck? I got the impression that she wasn't doing this out of the kindness of her heart.

I got in and before I could close the door all the way she took off out onto the street, cutting off a cab without a second glance. Oh shit. I'm in a car with a pissed off teenage girl behind the wheel. She didn't say anything until we stopped at the first light.

"I'm Eve. What'd you say your name was?" She was doing something on her phone, texting I think? Either way, she really wasn't paying attention to me. Or so I thought. "Hello? What's your name?" She was looking at me like I was some kind of drooling mutt.

"It's David." Okay, so she was a rich bitch. I knew the type. They were hot, they knew it. They had money, and they knew it. They grew up being pampered like little princesses, only these types had the money to back it up. In her case my guess was she was total a daddy's girl who just had her shopping day interrupted by me. Which meant I was going to be her whipping boy for the day. This was going to be about as much fun as getting my balls waxed and buffed with sandpaper.

We spent the majority of the ride in silence. Well, silence is a relative term, she was blasting some shitty pop music while we drove. We made it four blocks and I knew that I was going to be miserable the whole day.

I was not wrong.

Eve's idea of sightseeing was driving at near suicidal speeds in a heavily trafficked area and randomly pointing out some building and muttering something that I couldn't hear over the music blasting. After about 45 minutes of what I guessed was mutual agony, we pulled off and got some food at some expensive restaurant that I felt under dressed for. Then we met three of her equally hot, equally bitchy friends at some high end shopping place, where I got to hold some bags, listen to them bitch about some other girls that I guess they went to school with. I don't know, I said as little as possible and they were content to ignore me. At least the girls were, Eve on the other hand...

Every time I tried to entertain myself, talk to one of the sales clerks, do something that took my attention away from being miserable, Eve would make sure that shit was put to a halt right quick. I wondered why she insisted on doing this; was she that starved for attention? Or did she just want me to suffer? Either way, I felt like whomever had the idea to send her to hang out with me needed a swift kick in the balls. With steel toed boots.

My afternoon slowly dragged on until at last we stopped for more food, which, at that point, I was grateful for. I was about willing to chew my own hand off out of an equal combination of hunger and just plain boredom.

I was in the middle of eating when all of the sudden Eve let out a shriek and jumped up from the table to run over to some guy who just walked in. She hugged the guy but he didn't really seem all that interested in giving her the time of day. He was a skinny hipster looking guy, with a grey striped shirt, thick black rimmed glasses, and a wool cap. When they came over he nodded at the other girls and looked at me.

"Who's this?" Was all he said. With quite a bit of attitude I might add.

"Oh, this is my Dad's boss' kid. This is my boyfriend Todd." I reached out my hand to shake his but instead he just looked at me like I was some kind of idiot. Fantastic, I thought to myself, more enjoyable company. From some skinny fuck who dresses in women's jeans no less. After a second I just sat back down and decided to focus on my food, which so far had been the best part of my day.

The girls kept harping on about whatever rich girls talk about, while Todd would make periodic inputs. I got the impression he wasn't much more thrilled than I was at being here, but every time I looked over at him, he was staring at me with what I guessed to be an intimidating glare. I had zero fucks to give at that point, and would just go back to eating. However when my meal was finished, I was left with not much else to focus on, so I ended up glancing around the restaurant.

"What are you looking at?" One of the girls asked me.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Just checking the place out." I went right back to looking around.

We ended up waiting for skinny jeans to get some food and take his sweet fucking time eating it. He didn't even eat half of it when he asked for the check. However when the check came, he somehow disappeared into the bathroom, along with Eve. None of the other girls even made to reach for it so I picked it up. After looking it over and feeling silently disgusted with myself at how much the food cost, I put the card Tyson gave me the other day and gave it to the waitress.

By the time the check got back, Eve and Todd still hadn't come back from the bathroom. Assuming they were fucking in one of the bathrooms, I decided to take a leak while waiting. When I went down the hallway to the bathroom however I heard two people arguing.

"I still don't see why this is such a big deal, I was just doing this for my dad! He didn't exactly give me much of a choice! Why are you flipping out about this?" It was Eve. She was fighting with Todd. About me, I guess.

"Because you never said you were going to be hanging around with some random fucking guy you just met! You know I don't like you pulling that shit! You always do this! You're just a spoiled little cunt who always does whatever daddy tells her!"

"Fuck you!"

I walked around the corner just in time to see Todd give Eve a solid smack across the face. She let out a cry and hit the wall next to her pretty hard.

Now, let me explain something to you folks. Being raised by a single mother, you learn to live by a few unyielding rules. Work hard, always take care of your family, things like that. But the biggest, absolute unbreakable rule: Never hit a woman. Ever. My mom always made sure I knew that one, and more than that, she made sure that I kept to that rule.

That was more or less the basis for what happened next. I had also been having a VERY shitty day.

I saw Eve get hit, hard I might add. Right after it happened, Todd noticed me.

"What the fuck are you looking at? Fuck off!" He was puffing himself up, but not making a move towards me. He was afraid to take on another man.

I wasn't.

There was no reply, no witty comeback. I balled my fist tight, and first hit him with a left jab straight in the nose. It wasn't the hardest, but it was a opener for the right hook that hit him right below the diaphragm, effectively knocking out all the wind out of him. As he was bent over, trying to suck air back into his lungs, his hat and glasses fell off, revealing a nice tuft of thick brown hair to grab onto. Yanking it up enough to let me see his face, I threw everything I had into a hard right cross nailing straight into the side of his face, just below the eye. He went down hard.

I thought about giving him a kick or two while he was down there, but he was down, and my point was made. I took a few deep calming breaths and looked over to Eve. She was curled up on the ground looking at me with a sense of horror on her face.

"You okay?" I asked her as gently as I could. After the day this girl put me through, I really didn't have much in the way of fondness for this girl. But even so, no one deserves to be treated that way. I felt sorry.

She nodded her head in the affirmative. I extended my hand for her to take and helped her up. She was still shaky, but more so from what she saw me do than her getting slapped I think. Or at least that's what I figured.

"You-, you didn't have to do that. I didn't need you to do that." I thought it was a little impressive, if not annoying as hell, that she was still giving me a bit of defiance in spite of what happened.

"Well, then let's just say that it wasn't for you. I've had a pretty fucking shit day and skinny jeans over there gave me a pretty compelling reason. C'mon, let's go." I grabbed her hand and led her out of the restaurant. Her friends were waiting for us at the valet stand. I got the stub from Eve and gave it to the attendant, while Eve's friends asked where Todd went. They were so fucking clueless. They didn't even notice the red welt on the side of the poor girls face. That or they didn't care, either way my tolerance was now at zero.

The girls decided to go out to some club, but I had enough for the day, and wanted to head home. I told Eve that I'd get a cab home but she stopped me.

"Wait. I'll drive you home." She said bye to her friends, despite their protests, and we both waited for the car to pull up. When it did, she was still really shaky. I think she was trying as hard as she could not to look weak in front of her friends, but as soon as they left, she started getting wobbly. I decided it would probably be a better idea for me to drive and she just quietly got into the passenger seat.

For a while both of us were silent. I had turned off the music when we left, I honestly couldn't focus with it blaring in my ears. I kept glancing over at Eve to make sure she seemed okay, which she didn't. She was crying, but refused to make a sound.

"Was that the first time that happened?" I asked. She didn't move for a second, then slowly shook her head no.

"He's hit you before?" She nodded her head yes.

Shit. This was awkward. I wanted to say something to reassure her, but also didn't want to make her more upset.

"Look, Eve... Sorry, about losing my cool with Todd. It's just when I saw him..." I stopped. I wanted to try and make her feel better, but as I was saying it I started getting mad again. "Okay, you know what, I'm not sorry." She was looking at me now with shock on her face.

"That douche bag hat wearing, fake glasses toting, skinny jean mother of all fucks deserved every goddamn hit he got. And honestly, he probably should have gotten a few more for good measure. I don't give a flying fuck how chauvinistic it sounds, you just don't hit women! You just fucking don't! And why would you ever stay with someone who did that?" I looked over at her, she was looking at her knees now.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"Sorry?" I was surprised by that one. "Why are you sorry? He's the one who should be sorry, not you. You shouldn't ever be sorry for that shit. If some asshole tries to hit you, you hit him right the fuck back! Then he'll be really sorry!"

She was quiet again, but would occasionally look over at me. Only this time there was no disdain in her look. It was like she was studying me, or a part of me she didn't notice before.

We spent the rest of the car ride in relative silence. Eve had to guide me back to the apartment. Once I pulled up I turned off the car and got out. Eve stepped out of the car and was about to walk over to me when I waved her inside.

"C'mon. Let's get some ice for that. It'll take a lot of the sting out of it. I assume it still hurts?" I asked.

She nodded, but was looking at the security desk and stood still.

"Look, they aren't going to say anything to you since your with me. And plus, it's not like they know who you are. Cant spread gossip about someone you don't know." I said with a smile. She smiled back and we walked inside. The guard glanced up at us, nodded, then went back down to his book.

"Is it okay if I leave the car parked there for now?" I asked the guy. He looked up from his book again.

"If you give me the keys I can park it in one of the guest spots. Then when you come back down, just come get the keys and you'll be set."

I thanked they guard and gave him the keys. We got in the elevator and I swiped the key card. The two of us were silent as we rode up. In the light I could see Eve's face better. Ice was a good call, her face was starting to swell a bit from where she got hit.

I sat her down on the couch and got some ice and wrapped it in a towel I found. She put the ice on her face and we just sat in silence for a while. I was pretty tired but was still in a sympathetic mood. What was another hour of sitting with my mouth shut, I thought to myself. Fifteen minutes or so passed and neither of us spoke.

"Thank you." Eve said out of nowhere.

"Oh, you're welcome. Does it feel any better?" I asked her. I gently lifted the ice away from her face, the
redness was still there, but it didn't look like it was going to bruise.

"Yeah, it's pretty numb now. But I wasn't talking about the ice. I meant thank you, for in the car." She was looking into my eyes now. "Nobody's really stood up for me, or talked to me like that. Made me think that there was more there."

"Oh." I was becoming very aware how close we were to each other. "Well, I meant it."

That was about all I could push out of my mouth. Her hand was brushing along my leg.

"I don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything. It's just, well me and Todd have been having issues like this for a while now. And up until now, I never thought that anyone cared enough to make me want to leave. After a while I just thought that I deserved him. But then you..." She trailed off as she leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft kiss that was slow and sensual.

"I just wanted to thank you. In my own way." She said softly in my ear while her hand was now rubbing against the outside of my jeans. It took milliseconds for me to get hard.

"It's really, uh, not that big of a deal..." My thoughts trailed away as she started unbuttoning my jeans.

"Just shut the fuck up and take your pants off." She whispered in my ear right before she started nibbling on my earlobe.

I didn't need to be told twice. Off went the jeans, and wouldn't you know it, the boxers followed right behind quick as a wink. She started slowly stroking my meat while still nibbling on my ear. I couldn't take much more of this. I grabbed her around the waist and slid her on top of me. She got the hint and immediately straddled my body. In any other case I'd have at least attempted foreplay, but it had just been that kind of night and I really needed to get my rocks off. For stress relief if nothing else.

Eve was grinding herself on my cock, I could now tell that she wasnt wearing any panties underneath her yoga pants, as I felt her wetness soak through the thin fabric onto me. We started making out pretty hard for a few minutes while I took the time to explore her taught ass. Holy hell this girl was toned. You could bounce a quarter off of her ass it was so firm. She took a brief moment to rip her shirt off over her head to reveal a black lace bra. I really wished I had more hands. I took one hand off of her ass to slip it right under her bra but it was such a tight fit that I ended up just popping her breast out entirely. Her skin was milky white with pink button nipples. She quickly reached back to unclasp her bra and let her other orb like breast fall out. The first thing she did after she dropped her bra was to pull my face right into her perfectly formed breasts. As I suckled and nibbled on her nipples I felt her raise herself off my lap, still pressing her breasts into my mouth. The next thing I knew she had sat back on my lap, but I felt her bare skin against mine now. We spent a few minutes like that while she rubbed my rod iron cock in between her slick pussy lips.

It became too much for us and I lifted her up a little as she grabbed my cock and positioned it right at her dripping entrance and began to slowly push herself down. She let out a low moan as she went all the way down, taking me balls deep.

"Oh, fuck me that's thick." She moaned, I could feel her tight pussy stretching to take me in. She wasted no time and began rocking her hips up and down as she gave my cock a good coating in her pussy juices.

Her tits were still shoved in my face, and were bouncing as she rode me, a little slowly at first, but quickly picked up the pace, lifting herself up higher and higher as she went until I was almost all the way out of her snatch each time she bounced up.

We hadn't been fucking for more than a few minutes and she already was breathing heavily like she was fixing to cum. She said nothing, just guttural moans and screams as her pussy clamped down on my throbbing cock. Feeling a little vengeful, I decided not to give her a break, and flipped her over on her back and began pounding away without mercy. Her screams went to an 11 as I was relentless in my fast, hard deep thrusts. I kept pounding as her pussy was clenching and unclenching constantly, giving her no rest. She kept screaming louder and louder, barely able to take a breath, I thought for a minute she was going to pass out but I was so close to cumming at that point I had zero fucks to be given.

I felt my balls churning as that familiar tightness wound itself up my shaft. I let out a moan as I blasted my sperm deep inside her soaking wet womb. I almost passed out myself as I slumped over Eve, her legs now clamped around my waist.

We were like that for a while, I couldn't tell you how long. I think Eve fell asleep, I might have too, Im not sure. I just know that we woke up in a serene calm. We didn't really say anything for a while until I looked at what time it was; it was quarter to midnight. Eve needed to go home and I needed to take a shower. As we both got up I noticed the couch was soaked in our juices, and Eve seemed a little worried about getting it cleaned. I told her not to worry, that I would take care of it, when in reality I would just let it stew. If some overpriced pieces of furniture Michael hired someone to buy got some sex stains on them, I really didn't mind.

She left the apartment, but not before giving me her number and a deep and passionate kiss with plenty of tongue.

"Call me." And she stepped into the elevator.

I was pretty sure that I might.

Anonymous readerReport

2015-07-02 04:31:25
You suck. Just wanted you to know thatm your story doesn't. It's awesome. But you, for abandoning this great, hotter than fuck story, just absolutely suck. Don't know if you're male or female, so I hope your nuts rot off, or your twat swells shut, whichever applies.

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2015-06-11 17:13:44
Www hot sexy

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2015-06-04 03:46:30
Lp jks

Anonymous readerReport

2015-05-31 20:06:12
Almost 11 months now. Face it. Rocklimey is dead. Wish his story wasn't. It was great while it lasted, but had so much left to tell. RIP My Hot New Family.

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2015-05-24 21:22:09
See Chris and Christie, the writer was perfect, not like him.

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