After seven years of estrangement, I made peace with my father; a week after that, he passed away at the age of 77. William Fitzgerald the Fourth, the CEO of Fitzgerald Enterprises, was laid to rest. That morning, they had a memorial service at the nearby Protestant church, and then all the attendees drove out to bury him in the family mausoleum. Afterwards, everyone returned to the family mansion for a repast. Most people weren't really here to pay their respects; they were just biding their time until the reading of the will.
I handed my car keys to a valet before heading into the mansion. My 2014 Ford Mustang looked pretty out of place amidst all of the Rolls Royces, Jaguars, and Maseratis. Still, I didn't care about trying to fit in with all these snobs. There were tons of people eating food and knocking back liquor, most of them my father's business associates and friends. Thankfully, not many people recognized me as William's youngest child.
As expected my half-siblings were there. My father's first wife had given him four children, each of them rotten as hell. As the natural-born children of the deceased, they commanded the most attention today.
There was my oldest half-brother, William the Fifth, who was effectively running my dad's vast empire. Then came my half-sister, Margaret, currently on her third husband, and, from the looks of it, on her fourth martini. Of course I was able to spot my fat half-brother Devon near the buffet table. He was a United States Senator, and I was super-sure that he'd be the next one in our family to keel over. Lastly was my greasy, obnoxious half-brother Nathaniel, who worked as a sports agent; he was escorting some pretty blonde to the second story, probably to give her a tour of the upstairs...and maybe his downstairs.
I also saw my various stepmothers. My father's first wife gave me the usual contemptuous look as I greeted her. My father's third wife was actually happy to meet me. And then there was my father's 35 year old widow, who was putting on her theatrical show of grief, which was hard to pay attention to with those basketball-shaped fake tits that she was displaying in that scoop-necked black dress. I didn't even try talking to her.
At last, we were all ushered into the ballroom for the reading of the will. There were rows of chairs that had been placed inside for all the attendees. While my family sat up front, I sat in the back, hoping to be ignored.
The lawyers then began reading the will, and, I must admit, a lot of the reactions were amusing. Some of my father's friends made out with golf clubs and guns, my nieces and nephews got cars and paintings, and my siblings got astounding monetary gifts. To my delight, my eldest stepmother only got antiques, my other stepmother got a valuable coin collection, and my father's widow got the mansion.
As expected, the biggest shock was when my father left his shares of the family company to me. My family sitting at front of the room looked around frantically for my face, and when they spotted me, I got looks of anger and shock. Of course, it wasn't a surprise to me: he'd told me his intentions right before he died. My father owned 35% of the company, which amounted to billions of dollars. They were right to be surprised.
After the reading of the will had ended, a lot of people pounced on my newfound wealth. William was angry that I now owned more of the family company than he did, especially since he'd been working there since he was 20 years old. Devon and Nathaniel were trying to pull me aside and offer me advice on my money. Some of my father's old business associates suddenly told me how much my father loved me. Even my father's comely widow came by, wanting us to go somewhere private to reminisce about my late father.
Try as they might, I didn't care about what they wanted. With great difficulty, I left the mansion. I didn't even really care about the massive inheritance I had obtained; I already owned my own real estate company. My father had left me something that I valued more than money. I got in my car and headed off to enjoy it.
After a two-hour drive, I pulled up to a cute little house in a suburban neighborhood. I got out of the car, with my heart practically leaping out of my chest, and my dick practically battering against the front of my pants. I unlocked the door, hurried inside, and closed it behind me.
"Marianne!" I yelled. "Where are you?"
Into the room walked a beautiful woman with olive skin and long, black hair. She was wearing only a bathrobe, but I could still make out her voluptuous ass and natural, enormous breasts. Through the front of the robe, I could see her hard nipples.
"They buried my father today," I told her.
"I know," she said quietly.
"They read his will, too. He left me his company shares, just like he promised. I'm surprised that he didn't leave you anything."
Marianne smiled. "A few weeks after he got his diagnosis, he sent a man here with four suitcases full of money. I'm fine, trust me." She walked towards me while undoing the belt of her robe. "What's more important is that he left me a young new master."
After the robe slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor, I beheld her beautiful naked body. Her large, jutting breasts were capped with coaster-sized areolae the color of milk chocolate. Her nipples looked like two brown rolls of film, both dripping with milk. However, the most noticeable feature about her was the large penis and testicles between her legs.
Marianne was a futanari, and, for almost seven years, she had been my father's sex slave. Shortly after I had reconnected with my dad, he had sent me to her house, where she seduced me. Since that day, she and I had had sex numerous times. With her, I'd had the most fulfilling, rough, and passionate sex I'd ever had in my life. Now that my father was gone, she was all mine.
"Undress me," I ordered her in a soft voice. "Make it fast."
Marianne walked up to me and started unbuttoning my blazer. As she removed each article of clothing, I noted that the hungry look in her eye got more and more intense. She was eyeing me like a starving person waiting for a meal to be ready. Once my hard cock popped into view, she let out a moan and bit her lip. Once I was naked, she reluctantly stepped back from me; she wasn't allowed to touch me without my permission, and that drove her crazy.
"Now, I am officially your master," I told her. "Bedroom, now."
"Yes, Master!"
Eagerly we both walked quickly to the master bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed, while she stood before me, anxiously awaiting my next command. She was rubbing her thighs together, looking at me with a pained expression.
"Come here and let me fuck those tits," I ordered.
"Yes, my Master."
She knelt before me and lifted her enormous tits. I was always mildly surprised that she was able to manage having M cup breasts. She put them right on my lap and sandwiched my penis between them. I gripped the sheets as I watched my dick disappear into the ocean of tit-flesh before me. My brain was tingling with pleasure, and the sensation was radiating throughout my entire body.
I looked down at Marianne, who was moaning loudly as she moved her breasts against my dick. She was leaking milk against my chest, and down below her dick was dripping pre-cum onto my feet. The friction and anticipation were making both of our bodies hot.
"Enough," I barked. "Get on the bed and lie on your back."
She wordlessly obeyed me, climbing into the bed. As she crawled past me, I gave that beautiful ass of hers a slap. She lie on her back and began kneading her breasts.
I pounced upon my futanari sex slave and immediately began suckling on her giant mammaries. The milk coursed so easily out of her nipples. Her loud moans were music to my ears.
"Oh, my Master! My wonderful Master! Ahhhhhh!"
I bit her nipple roughly, causing her body to shiver with lust. I know that action would have caused a normal woman pain, but Marianne loved it. I switched to the other nipple and drank deeply.
Once I had my fill, I removed my mouth from her teats and roughly squeezed them, causing milk to surge into the air and rain down upon us both. Soon, the two of us were covered in thousands of tiny white drops.
I then spread her legs and began rubbing my penis against her dark, wet slit. I smiled sadistically as Marianne squirmed and shot me a pained expression. She had no idea that teasing her like this took an extreme amount of effort on my part as well. At last, I slowly slid my cock into her. The two of us sighed with relief as we were joined.
"Say it," I grunted, trying my best not to cum.
