My name is Kate Mathews. I turned 18 three months ago. In the last two months I have been fucking the biggest cock imaginable; my fathers!
About me
While in High School I have been doing modeling shoots for national companies. I stand 5 feet 7 inches tall and weigh 105 pounds. I have a very skinny, almost boyish body. Although I'm 18 my 29AA-21-33 measurements give me the appearance of a pre-teen, which are primarily the shoots for print and commercials I have done. I have pale skin and have freckles on my face, arms and legs. Having freckles enhances to my young image.
Until recently, I never knew my father. According to my mother, she met a guy while she was working as a waitress while she was in High School. She said that he was a truck driver and that and that it only happened once. She told me she only saw him that one time and never saw him after that. When I asked her his name, she told me that he gave her a fake name and phone number. She said that she realized this when she tried to contact him to tell him she was pregnant.
I was looking for my birth certificate because I needed it for proof that I was 18 for a national modeling agency I was about to work for in Los Angeles. While searching for my birth certificate I discovered a document in a filing cabinet that said 'Settlement Agreement for Kate.'
Being curious, I pulled out the file and read through it. It contained a legal document that stated my mother was being paid ten million dollars by a man named, Tom Styles.
The document had a lot of legal wording, which I didn't understand. There was a sentence that was highlighted which opened my eyes to the question as to who my father might be.
The highlighted sentence said that twenty five million dollars was to be given to my mother. It had a condition that she never, 'under any circumstances,' be able to contact, Tom Styles, or the twenty five million dollars would be rescinded.
Right then so many things shot through me. I always wondered where the money came from, because of the affluent lifestyle I lived. My mother always said it was from my stepfather who had a successful business that he sold.
I began to get really curious about who my father was. There was a phone number to an attorney on the heading of the document. I decided to call to see if I could get some answers as to who, Tom Styles was, and why he paid my mother twenty five million dollars.
When I called the number a receptionist answered saying, 'Styles Enterprises.' I was thinking I would ask for the attorney whose name was on the heading but something inside made me ask for, Tom Styles.
"Can I please speak with, Tom Styles," I asked with a bit of nervousness in my voice.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Styles is on a business flight to Europe, "she said, in a cordial, professional voice.
She asked me leave my name and number and that she would pass it on to Mr. Styles. I gave her my name and number and when she asked what it was in reference to I told her that it was personal.
At that point I went on a research mission to see who Tom Styles was. The more research I did the more fascinated I became. Every article was about his relentless ability to gain financial wealth. I learned from my research that he was a man that seemed to obtain anything he wanted and at any cost.
I read articles about him taking over companies that left thousands of people unemployed and that when asked if it bothered him or if he felt any compassion for those that had worked their entire lives for a company, he candidly said, that the only thing that mattered was the bottom-line profit it made him and his board members. Learning about his ruthless, cut-throat business side actually excited me, in a way that turned me on.
While doing modeling shoots I've had the opportunity to be in the company of older men. Either Presidents or CEO's of companies. I've always found their confidence and power to be a real turn-on, and their skills in the bedroom to be beyond what guys my age had.
The men I slept with ranged from fifty to mid-seventies. For some reason the older they were the more skilled they were in the bedroom. The articles I read about Tom Styles mentioned his age being 85. There were no pictures in the articles so my mind began to picture an elderly man who looked rickety and unsteady.
I then saw an article that said, Billionaire Textile Magnet celebrates 85
th
birthday- On top of his game.
My eyes went wide when I saw a very distinguished looking man on a giant yacht. He was standing at a railing and was shirtless, wearing a floral designed pair of shorts that went just above his knee. He was tall and very lean, and judging by his tight chest and well-defined abs, was very fit. He had a full head of white hair which made him look even more distinguished. The man in the picture could have easily passed for a man in his mid to late forties. In fact I have slept with men in their forties that looked much older than him.
What also caught my eye were two females, each standing on each side of him. His arm was around each one. One, a black girl was wearing a tiny string bikini and the other, an Asian girl was wearing a sling-shot bikini. Added to their sinful look was that they wore high heel pumps. The girls looked very young, I was guessing about my age, and not older than twenty.
What I also knew; from the picture was the striking resemblance to myself. I knew, without a doubt that this man, Tom Styles was my father.
As I was gazing at his picture, thinking how distinguished he looked, my phone rang. It was from a number I didn't recognize. Answering it a man with a deep voice said, "Kate, this is Tom Styles."
My heart began racing as I barely managed to say the word, "Hi."
"I was wondering when I might hear from you," he said in a voice that was firm, but had contentment in it.
My heart began to race as I knew right then that I was speaking to my father.
"I'm sorry if I shouldn't have called," I said in a meek voice.
"It's quite alright, Kate," he said in a calming tone," I am pleased you did."
