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*All of the Characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.*
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Her kisses were tender, as they made their path down my back and around to my abs. Megan sat on the couch looking over at me and my estranged little sister play with me. I had seen Samantha as my sister, the one who I talked to on the phone and never really knew much about. But in this moment, in this light, we were lovers, that was all. She was as sensual as I, every kiss, lick, and nibble, were all placed in a methodical and intentional manner. At this point the world disappeared, it was only us three, in this room. That is all that matters.
I took her into my embrace and buried my face into her neck. This excised many a moans from my little sister. I laid down onto the coach, a top of her, kissing down her body. It was then that I felt a hand on my back and her hair next to mine. Megan mirrored my method, slowly kissing a trail down to her toes and then back to her thighs. Samantha had already started to writhe underneath us, but she wasn't getting off that easy. Megan made her way up to Samantha's little pussy, she teased it, and licked it. I went up to Samantha's face, and pulled my cock out. Like a good little slut Samantha grabbed my pole and licked it with gusto. I felt the vibrations through my cock from Samantha's mouth, Megan must be good at muff-diving, who'd of thought?
"Megan," I called to my girlfriend "you seem to be really good at licking cunt because Sam here is moaning up a storm. Is there something you would like to tell me about your sexual orientation?" The only reply I got was from Sam, in the form of a large moan.
"Ooohhh" I moaned at the unexpected vibrations. It was time for Megan to moan, I took my cock out of Sam's mouth and got behind Megan. I inched my member into her.
"Uuummppphh" She moaned into Samantha's pussy. I kept thrusting at a fast pace into her, she took the thrusts like a champ and never halted her assault on Sam's little box.
We eventually switched places, I was about to thrust into Samantha, but I had a sudden feeling of regret, what kind of person would I be if I fucked my own sister? Should I do this? That question was answered for me when I felt Megan behind me, she took my cock into her hand and guided it into my sister. She felt amazing, for her experience level she sure was tight. Megan walked around to Samantha and gave her a deep kiss on the mouth. She then started to kiss, twist, and pinch her nipples. This made Samantha go ape-shit with moans and groans.
"Alright Sam," Megan paused to flick her tongue across Samantha's nipple "you are going to cum around this big cock that is stuffing you pussy. The only question is whether you are getting into multiples." She said her best mistress voice. Soon enough, with my cock pounding in and out of her, and Megan's mouth on her clit, she came screaming. I nor Megan had cum yet, we switched places.
With Megan on top of me, and Sam to the side, egging us on. We approached our mutual releases. Megan enjoyed Samantha's master treatment, which included nipple play, ear biting, make outs, and licking... Everywhere. It was our turn to make Megan cum. Samantha was the first to talk.
"Come on Meg, how does that cock feel buried inside your wet cunt?" Sam started "Do you like it? I sure did, you look like your going to cum." She turned around and looked at me "You too, Danny? Ooh! Goodie, you are both going to cum at the same time then. Alright both of you, come on now, fuck each other." With a hand vibrating Megan's clit and a hand massaging my balls, our release was imminent. "Oh, you got that face Danny, that means your going to cum. So go on then, cum Danny, shoot deep inside Megan's filthy little cunt. You too Megan, squeeze him tight, get that load out of him, come on!" We both let out a deep moan and came together, her pussy squeezed me tight, as she felt with warm seed plaster her insides.
We were all sexed out for the day, so I whipped up some breakfast and we ate. After everything was cleaned up we all sat on the couch and cuddled. We all got up and dressed at about nine. We split up to do our respective tasks. I had to go and get some supplies for going back to Paris, and Tokyo. First on my agenda was the bank; I hadn't even gotten a card to my billion-plus dollar fortune that were in banks all over the world, the bank here in Boston has about twenty million in it, enough to last me a very long time.
Once I arrived at the first national bank, I was surprised by the interior. My original assumption was that it would be a grand, and luxurious bank. A bank where you were offered some pompous drink, like strawberry flavored seltzer or Icelandic water with an orange peel, that wasn't the case. In fact, I walked by the bank twice before I actually realized that this shitty, rundown, old apartment building was the bank. Upon walking in I found one vomit green couch and a very, very, attractive receptionist. I walked over and inquired about my account.
"Hello, my name is Daniel Vanderbuilt, I here to get a card for my account..." I said
"Good afternoon" She said in a lethargic and bitter tone "He'll be with you soon. For now you can go and sit down. I have work to do."
"Thank you," I looked at her name-tag "Ms. Grace Martinez. Try to have a better day." I finished with a smile.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean you fucking douche?" She snapped. I decided to snap back.
"That means that your an employee and I'm you client, a client who happens to have many millions of dollars in your bank. That's the great thing about Capitalism, you aren't indispensable. Remember that." Her facial expression quickly turned from angry to remorseful.
I turned and walked back to the couch and took a seat. Grace quickly excused herself, whether she was going to get away from me or to get the bank manager, either way, it wasn't much of a concern to me. I can't stand those types, who don't treat you with respect. It's not productive, nor is it appropriate in our society. As I waited, Vitur and I played a game of chess. The timing was perfect, as we were caught at a stalemate. Wait, how did I just put a complex AI like Vitur into a stalemate? I just started playing chess today! Anyway, Thomas Alexander emerged from his office, with Grace in toe.
It looked like she got a verbal smacking from Thomas. The sadness didn't fit her face. She was a leggy women, of Latin descent, probably about 5'11", she had jet black, wavy hair that went past her shoulders down to her upper back. She had mid sized breasts; enough to grab a hold of and give a nice suck, but not excessive. Her ass though, big and round, enough to grab hold of and give her the ride of her life. Her eyes were a piercing blue, the shade changed when she was in sunlight or in shade. Navy blue one second and teal the next.
"Mr. Vanderbuilt," He started "I would like to formally apologize for my receptionists behavior." Grace stepped up and started to talk "I am very sorry sir, I was not in the proper frame of mind, thank you for the wake up, per say" She finished.
"Grace, its fine, we all have those days." I said smiling, she flashed me her pearl white smile in response. "Mr. Alexander, shall we?" I asked, his head nodded and he led me back into his office.
"Mr. Vanderbuilt, after viewing your account here at first national, and especially after the debacle outside, we would like to offer you a gift to show our dedication and loyalty to you. I picked these up a few days ago, I hope it is to your liking." He opened his drawer and presented me with a pair of Arfaq Hussain Cuff-links. They were very unique; the cuffs themselves were made of yellow and white gold. The design was very cool, instead of just being a rectangle or square, no, these were in the shape of two crossed sabers, and atop of them was a crown. Than handle and guard of each sword was yellow gold, along with the crown. The sword blades were white gold. I was speechless.
"I... I don't know what to say, they are breathtaking."
"You don't need to say anything, now, lets get down to business." He replied, smiling. "You currently have around 20 million dollars in your account with us, you would like to be able to access that, correct?" He asked.
"... Ah, yes." I muttered, still infatuated by the cuff-links "I am going to be doing some traveling and need to have a card that I can use internationally, will that be a problem?" I asked, my head now firmly planted in the game.
"Not in the slightest sir, when do you leave on your trip?" He questioned.
