My founding father 's Boss.


This is my first base attempt at writing since I lost my dearest admirer and editor. After being encouraged by multiple people to finally remove the dip I eventually wrote this news report after may set about at other, which are still to be completed. I hope you like my story and I shall continue to grow as a author, becoming better as I learn from my mistakes and your literary criticism.

This account is completely fictitious, any characters or scenes resembling actually mortal or incidents are purely coincidental. Thank you in advance for reading.

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There was a very significant caller gala coming up, a dinner gown black tie result ; my forefather needed a plus one. My mother has been away for the past three month taking forethought of my grandmother across the country. I was the live person he wanted to lease to the event, and the gala was the hold up place on world I wanted to be. I am more the type of female child that goes to rock concerts and biker prevention. I have always felt more easy in a smuggled armoured combat vehicle top and split blue jean. I could never make seen myself in a nightdress with earrings ; the sentiment of it was alien. My father had asked every woman that he knew before he finally came to ask me, that night, while we were sitting at the dinner table.

"Cara ?"he paused.

"Yeah, dad ?"I looked up at him from my crustal plate of homemade lasagne.

"You know I 've got that affair coming up, and mum usually comes with me…"

"Yeah…"I stared at him.

"well I know it 's not your 'scene'but would you like to amount with me as my plus one, honey ? You'd be a lifesaver,"he asked, knowing I would say no.

"Sure ! But I get to blame what I'm erosion and you pay for it, okay ?"I told him firmly.

"I will let you choose but I will own the final choice and no dramatic play !"A flash of seriousness crossed his face that I had not seen in many years.

I rolled my eyes and nodded in agreement. We chatted as we finished the rest of dinner discussing unlike things from what I should have on, to when it was, what it was for, and of course of study the inevitable how I should act.

The next morn we went out apparel shopping, or so my forefather thought. I knew exactly what I was going to wear and net decision or not I was wearing it. Undoubtedly I was going to get some other new dress out of him first. He took me to the apparel shop my mother gets her dresses from ; I looked at him with raised brow with the expression 'Really ? ?'on my face. Of course he dragged me in and handed me the most horrid of dresses before moving on to the adjacent store.

"Oooh ... let 's go in here."I squealed as we passed my favourite shop.

"No Cara, you're getting something healthy, you are not dressing like your usual peasant self, to be good, it looks a piddling slutty"he scowled.

"Dad ! It 's not goth, its Emo !"I stamped my 18 year old foot, as I acted like a cross child.

"amercement ... let 's go in…,"he sighed, rolling his center.

"Hey Cara, looking thoroughly. What you in for today ? And who is this hunk ?"the shop owner greeted me.

"This is my dad ! We 're looking something 'formal'... something honorable. How 's business, Roxie ?"I rolled my eyes making a side when saying dinner dress.

"fountainhead hello handsome…,"she purred at my father.

"Focus, Roxie."I snapped my fingers.

"It 's good Cara, especially with my fast customers like you. Oh speaking of all matter dinner gown, I 've got the very affair that will look perfect on you !"Roxie squeaked.

"Sit…sit, please."She guided us to the seating area and scurried off into the back of the shop class.

My father looked around in astonishment at the bondage and S and M token on the walls, while I sat giggling at his locution. Roxie came back holding a grim leather bustier and full duration silk chick, nodding and smiling.

"This will search A-mazing on your eubstance, come on I 'll help you braid it up."She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the backroom.

"Cara… !"my Church Father called out.

"Be right out, this thing takes time to lace up. Just flavour around or something but THIS is the rig. I 'm positivist !"I shouted as Roxie was starting to eat my puss in the backroom.

My right leg draped over her shoulder, bustier laced loosely to the navel, my nipples standing proud against the leather in the cold air of the backroom. I held onto her naturally frizzy dirty blonde hair as she licked me like a hungry cat. Hearing her tongue slurp against my smooth skin made me hornier. I could smell out the mix of leather from the bustier with the perfume and sudor of us both. My other hand was rubbing my breasts, rolling my nipples as she started to finger me furiously while flicking her tongue across my clitoris. I played with my nipples tweaking them gruelling as I started to feel the deep burning heat energy of coming washing over me.

Ten minutes later I appeared glowing from the backroom wearing the leather bustier with my chest almost overflowing from the top of it, the dim full length silk skirt with a slit to the waistline fastened by a adamant gun clasp, and a grin.

"THIS is the rig for the event !"I squealed to my dad as I twirled around revealing my bare ass to him.

"That ... that 's actually okay. I like it."he smiled.

"No scanty Cara ! Must n't accept VPL !"Roxie purred as she emerged from the back.

"What the pit is VPL ?"my forefather piped up.

"Visible Panty Lines !"Roxie and I laughed as my father hit a shade not far off crimson on his aspect from superfluity.

"Oh ... erm ... Here 's my credit card Cara. I 've got ta go pick my tuxedo up. I 'll pick you up outside here in 15 bit. Be cook,"he said as he rushed out of the shop.

I left the shop with three purse of wearing apparel, a glowing smile and an evil plan.

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I was standing in front of the mirror pinning my long amber tresses to one side of my head, letting them flow down over my left breast, leaving my proper shoulder, arm and breast completely exposed. I applied my eye constitution in an Egyptian style and put my lashes on as my father knocked my door giving me the thirty minute warning.

I started to hurry as I still had to get the bustier on and laced up. I started with putting my five-inch-heel black patent leather stilettos. I then draped the silk skirt over my hips shifting it into lieu on my right hip and clasping it closed with the diamond gun, leaving very petty to one 's imaginativeness. The bustier was loosely laced courteously of Miss Roxie. I slipped it over my head and down over my breasts, pulling them up into locating. It took me twenty minutes to lace up the damn thing but it was worth it. The girls where out on show and they were looking very happy, almost falling out of the bustier. I thought to myself perhaps a bigger sizing would have been better ... nah. I looked edible.

I fixed my hair as I walked over to the mirror and caught a tone at myself ; I took my own breath away. I looked so grown up ... so sultry…so sluttish ... so ME ! I laughed as my Father-God knocked on my doorway again shouting about time.

"ejaculate in, I'm almost set. Just got ta grab my bag and put my watch bracelet and earrings on,"I shouted as I finished dabbing scent in specific places, behind the ears, neck, collar os, segmentation, crease of the arms, wrists and behind my knees.

"tinker's damn !"he shouted.

"Is that good or bad ?"I looked up at him, well down with these heels on.

He stood staring at me with his lip open.

"Well… ?"I started to get raring.

"Erm ... Cara you look beautiful. Grown up. Very rise up. The limousine is away, are you prepare ?"he blinked and closed his mouth regaining his composure.

"Yeah, let 's go…"I chirped excitedly.

The limousine device driver had the Saami tone on his face as my Father. I guess the bustier works well or is it the annulus ? Maybe both ... I thought to myself as we sat in silence in the limousine on the way to the hotel for the event.

"Cara ... please behave. And no more than five drinks. We know how you get when you 're drunk,"my beginner lectured me as we pulled up to the hotel ; he had just made a John Major mistake.

"Of track Father. I always behave…"I smiled a sinister smiling at him as the door opened and the driver took my hand to help me out.

My father rushed behind me and took my arm leading me inside, like some trophy on his arm to be shown off and passed around his confrere.

Let the biz begin I thought to myself.

We got drinks at the bar before he took me around to show up me off to every single person he had ever worked with. His boss, the main man of the company was the very finis person I would get together that night. My father had a sinister design of his own that was about to recoil majorly and he didn't even see it coming.

He grabbed the top of my arm pulling me away from the bar throwing me into the direct course of his genus Bos. I landed chest first into him, my mitt on his chest, our noses touching, the over powering odor of his heavy cologne water and whisky emanating from him.

"Oh, I am so pitiful ; I must hold tripped over something."I apologised before turning and drawing my Father of the Church a contaminating spirit.

"Do n't interest about it my dear ; I 'm sword lily I was the one here to enamour you. What is your epithet, my making love ? Or is it that angels that twilight from heaven have no name calling ?"He smiled an eerie smile.

"This is my daughter Mr. Johnson. This is Cara…"he father butted in, smiling widely at him.

"Well ... you have a cover girl daughter MacDonald. A very Nice daughter… It 's squeamish to run into you Cara."he laughed.

"As I 'm sure it 's nice to meet you ... Mr. Johnson was it ?"I held my hand out.

"Jack ... anticipate me Jack. Mr. Johnson is my Padre and what my employees call me. And I would certainly know if you were one of my employees."He took my handwriting and kissed it gently. I felt him inhaling my smell, and I smiled.

"May I have my hand back ?"I looked over at him with a coy smile and flirty eyes.

"May I have this dance ?"he stared back into my innocuous looking moth-eaten blue/grey heart awaiting my response.

I nodded, walking behind him as he led me to the saltation floor still holding onto my hand. Everyone was watching our every move, even the people around us that were already dancing. A slow song came on as we reached a space on the crowed dance floor ; he placed my helping hand on his shoulder before he slid one bridge player around onto the low of my binding pulling me unaired to him. Our bodies moving as one to the beat of the medicine, we made pocket-size talk at the beginning before just letting the medicine sweep over us and looked into each others eyes.

He put my former hand on his opposite shoulder ; both my arms around his neck opening, his other mitt ran down my exposed leg and punt up round to my perky ass cheeks.

''That little kit you're eating away is breaking every core in here tonight, you know that, right ? '' he whispered in my ear before licking it.

I jumped slightly, not expecting his strong progress, raising my eyebrow at him with a little smirk. He smiled back at me as he rubbed his hand over my rectify ass cheek grasping it before caressing my little puckering star. Everyone knew what he was doing but not one individual would say or do anything. It showed me how a good deal power this man really had.

The Song ended and his handwriting appeared where they should give birth been throughout the saltation, at my shank and lower back.

"You know, my making love, your Church Father is one of the candidates for a big promotion. I told everyone I would herald my decision on Monday. It would nearly double his remuneration with the salary increment and inventory options. Maybe you can help me decide."He whispered in my ear as he held me VERY close in the middle of the dance floor.

"Follow me…"I replied, taking his manus and leading him away from the saltation floor.

I went to the bar asking for a feeding bottle of champagne and two glasses, handing the bottle to diddly-squat as I took the specs from the bartender. I led him to the coatroom pushing the door undetermined, checking no one was inside ; I pulled him inside and locked the door behind him. I pushed him against the back bulwark hard with all my force as I kissed him passionately, my tongue darting in and out of his mouth trailing down his neck.

"Ready ... ?"I looked up at him, teasing ; I got on my knees and rubbed him gently with my hands and fingers as I licked my lips smiling.

I quickly unbuckled, unzipped and de-pantsed him before he got a chance to contend or answer my previous question. His cock popped out almost slapping me in the face with its callousness. I took it in manus and stroked slowly as I licked and teased the tip which was already moist with pre-cum. I took the tip in my mouth as I stroked faster, running my tongue over the underside in a zig zag motility. I stopped as he got too excited too quickly and went on to lick the peter from the base to the tip in the Lapplander zig zag motion, covering it completely in my spit before taking his whole cock in my mouth, rocking back and forth slowly.

"OH Cara !"he wailed.

I looked up watching him, watching me.

I caressed his balls, rolling them in my hand as I started to give suck with purpose and design. Working my tongue on the underside of his cock as my mouth took care of the rest ; I felt his balls draw up just before he started moaning and grunting loudly.

"UHH ... .OHH ... CARAAAA ... .UGHH…"

spurt of warm, salty watery spunk ran down my throat and I lapped it up, sucking and rubbing, making sure to milk him dry. I pulled his prick out and slapped it across my grimace a span of time before finally licking and sucking the tip for the end traces of his man succus.

I sat on the floor looking up at him with a scintillation in my eyes as I wiped my mouth. He was looking back down at me with a grin and a inkling of love in his eyes. He helped me to my substructure before putting his trousers back on, then went on to open the champagne and pour us both a crank to crisp our new friendship. The smell of sex and alcohol was overpowering the small coatroom as we stood looking at each other, stealing kisses and caressing each other.

"I have a room upstairs if you want to continue this in buck private, my angel ?"he said quietly, looking at his feet expecting me to pip his advancements down.

"Okay, Jack. Let me go get my handbag and tell my dad…"he cut me off before I got to end.

"I 'll take fear of your male parent whilst you get your bag."he said sternly.

He took my hand pulling me towards him with such force, kissing me hard and passionately almost ripping my psyche make clean off. We left the coatroom separately, Jack gallery towards my Fatherhood as I went to our table to think my bag before coming together back up at the elevator as planned.

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"What did you say to my father ?"I smirked as we stood in the lift heading to his penthouse cortege.

"Well ... can he really defy me ? After all I can deny him the promotion if I do not want him to get it."He flashed an evil grin my way as he fondled my ass.

''Guess not ... '' I whispered while I kissed and nibbled on his neck opening.

The elevator pinged as we reached the penthouse rooms ; the sound of wind music emanated from the lounge, ‘ naut mi Davis - Green in blue'was playing as I turned to walk out of the elevator. I was shocked to see Roxie standing in front of us in a silk Bath robe, tied under her luscious and perky mammilla, her break blonde hair trailing over her shoulders. She was holding three shabu of Champagne-Ardenne. I turned quickly looking at Jack then back to Roxie.

"What the Scheol ?"I stammered.

"This is my pin-up married woman Roxanne, do you love one another ?"he smirked, knowing full fountainhead we knew each other.

He led me out of the elevator and over towards Roxie to get my trash of champagne. I looked at Roxie raising my eyebrows at her as she submissively put her head down. I sat down on the large sofa as sea dog disappeared into another room ; Roxie followed behind me, sitting close beside me, running her hand up my thigh. The smell of her freshly washed hairsbreadth and torso washed over me, reddish blue, jasmine and ylang ylang.

"Cara ... I did not know. I swear to you. He told me he was bringing individual up, but was n't specific ... if I had known I would take in told you,"she sighed as she played with her champagne with her exponent finger.

"Hmm ... I do n't believe you ; you picked this outfit out knowing I was going somewhere stately with my father. Did n't you think it could be a possibility your husband might be bringing me up here ?"I scowled at her.

She looked over at me about to respond when I pounced on her, kissing her hard and degraded, taking her breath away. The crank of bubbly slipped from her hand clinking as it hit the floor as I pushed her onto her back, our lips still locked in a passionate and perfervid embrace. Jack was standing in the door watching us quietly as my hand slid between her splayed ramification gently caressing her clean shaven, moist, puffy mouth, tracing and teasing circles on her thighs and lips.

laborer cleared his throat to get our attention.

"Ladies… Roxie please leave us, you know what you are to do…"He motioned towards the elevator with his eyes.

"Cara, delight come into the sleeping accommodation, my love,"he smiled holding out his arm.

I walked towards him as Roxie got into the elevator with her gown on ; I placed my hand into laborer 's hand so he could extend the way. He opened the threshold into the sea captain bedroom which was like another hotel room in itself ; the way was lit with over fifty candles giving it a romantic ambiance. A effective atmosphere for what we were going to be doing.

He took me to the base distance window, standing behind me, his arms moved around my waistline caressing the leather bustier as he was kissing my neck ; I rubbed my ass against his genitals in reply.

"tone down there ... That 's Roxie. Do you know where she is going, Angel ?"he asked as he nibbled on my ear lobe.

"Uh…uh ... where is she going ?"I mumbled as we watched Roxie walking away from the hotel wearing only that silk robe on the foggiest night I had seen this year.

"To your house, to your male parent 's bed ... to fuck his head out ... Just like I 'm going to do to his footling girl. It will be like he 's fucking you…"he smugly pronounced, biting on my neck and rubbing my inside second joint.
I turned to face him, pushing him back and standing in social movement of him to loosen his bow-tie, undoing the top buttons on his shirt, pushing the tuxedo crownwork off his shoulders onto the trading floor at the foot of the bed. He stood watching me undress him slowly ; replacing his clothes with butterfly kisses and play bit from me. As he stood before me nude, I stepped back looking over at him standing there in all his naked glory, I noticed a trail of ruby red lip rouge where my lip had previously been covering his organic structure.

I walked back over to him, running my deal up and down his chest before slamming them against him, knocking him onto his back on the ace king size bed. I pulled my doll to the position revealing my bald, sporting shaven mound as I crawled up the bed between his legs, running my tongue and hands up his thigh and over his already hard cock, teasing him before I straddled his waist. He glared up at me in shock and pissed off because he was not in control condition in anyway whatsoever. I hovered over his face dangling the lace of the bustier over his lip as his hands rubbed up and down my silky fluent thighs.

"Untie it !"I demanded.

He reached up with both handwriting to root for on the lace of the bustier, only for me to grab both implements of war pulling them up beside his head and forcefully pinning them there.

"morsel IT !"I shouted.

He closed his oral cavity around the lace, biting on it as I pulled away from him. It started to loosen around my knocker with the press.

"Do not move your arms !"

I started to craunch on his rock tough cock as I loosened the rest of the bustier until my mammilla were freed from their restraint. I reached around my waistline to unclasp my bird throwing it down onto the level before I allowed Jack finally to grab my ass and tits.

"Calm down jackfruit, we 've got all dark and I need you to be hard all night !"I said as I got off him and went to the W.C..

"Well, what do we ingest here ?"I pulled a twain of handcuffs, restraints and a whip out of the W.C. and walking over to the bed.

"arm above your mind NOW !"I demanded as I clicked the handlock on his wrists and around the headboard.

"Who 's been a naughty boy then ?"I hit my bridge player with the whiplash.

"I have ! I 've been a filthy, naughty boy !"he cried out and giggled.

I got back on top of him, stroking his hard cock at my slick possible action, rubbing the tip back and forth, making it wet and slick from my dripping, aching pussy before allowing him to enter me. I reached between my legs spreading my lips as I guided his fat cock into my tight, wet sex. I slowly lowered down onto him, hearing him let out a low gravely groan as I did. I made small circular gyration with my coxa in a clockwise motion, grinding our pelvic pearl together as my body got used to his peter and how to make him twitch.

I used the party whip to taunt his body, running it down his cheek, neck and chest before lightly whipping him across the chest. I started to bounce on his cock hard and fasting, my pap bouncing in rhythm, slapping against myself, echoing around the room. I played with my nipple as I rode him, bringing him to the point of exaltation quickly. I pulled on his nipple as I bounced hard on him. I leaned down, kissing him hard, our tongue entangled.

"Please…Make me cum…PLEASE ! ! ! I need it so bad, my angel."I stopped and sat still atop him as he begged me to send him over the edge.

"No ... you have to make ME cum first."I smirked climbing off his raging hard cock.

I squatted over his face lowering my pussy onto his mouth ; he began licking and sucking on my button before probing me with his very skilled tongue, circling on my clit making me let out tiny howler of joy and disco biscuit. I gripped onto his thighs as I began to cum on his rima oris and tongue.

I climbed off jack 's backtalk, releasing him from the handlock and put them on one of my wrists as I climbed onto the bed on my genu. He pulled my weapons system clasping the other turnup around my early wrist restraining my arms behind my dorsum.

"You are mine NOW ! I will do as I please with you, and you will like it if you know what's in effect for you and your Father-God, '' he cackled, slapping me across the face with the back of his deal, my head landing face first onto the bed.

He pulled my hip towards him, thrusting his pulsing member inside me, ravishing me, making me yell out in joy and pain. He was holding onto my trammel arm as leveraging, pulling and pushing me, hard, fast and jolting throwing me around like a doll. He pulled me close to him, slapping my ass hard as he groaned. Warm jet exploded inside me as he shook and grasped onto my ass and arms. He continued to know me, reaching around to my clit rubbing in metre with his hard buffeting thrusts making me squirm and fink. I started to go off like a cracker before I slumped onto the bed twitching as he pulled out of my now highly tender pussy.

The smell of vanilla extract, sweat and sex swirled all around the room as a dribble of our cum ran down my thigh from my cunt as I was released from the handcuff.

He walked out of the bedroom leaving me laying on the bed spent. I could get a line him talking on the phone faintly with Roxie. He was asking how my father performed when there was a knock at the threshold and a Whitney Young bellboy appeared pushing a cart with three bottles of chilling champagne, strawberries, cream, chocolate sauce and oysters.



I knew this night was not over, not over by a long shot.



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