Thread: The Grand Party! (Jack Stalker and  Susel)

As soon as he was up close to her his cock throbbed and his pulse quickened. Her scent, the faint heat that radiated from her flesh, it all just made him harder and all the more rampant. Her perfect white flesh was tempting him and driving spears of sin through his thoughts as he walked along with her, who could really blame him for the looks of all consuming lust he threw her way, from her fuck me heels on her feet to the obscenely short hem of her rape me dress, as it skimmed against her thighs. His attention was focused on her legs now, the way she walked, plus the sound of her voice. He admired the pale tone of her skin, her flesh looking like it had scarcely been touched by a man, certainly not hammer fucked by some brutal bastard driven by lust to wreck her tight youthful body. He simply nodded at her comments regarding his work, as she brought them both to a halt presenting various options for where the tour might continue. Yes, you are quite right. I am a man who doesn't stop until he gets what he wants, that's why your father sent you on this little tour with me. You father knows how important my support is and, like me, he is willing to make sacrifices in order to get what he wants. In this case he wants my full support and my endorsement of all his activities, even the ones which are less than above aboard, shall we say. His first sacrifice appears to be time spent with his young and beautiful daughter. I get to have you for this evening instead of him, and I intend to take full advantage of that. he gave a twisted grin, surveying the area before zoning back in on Kristen. The cellar may end up in use by some people eventually, perhaps caterers are down there right now? That would mean we would have limited time down there. The parlour can often draw attention as well, I've found, perhaps the lure of the pool table? The garden is interesting, plenty of space, however we wouldn't want you to reappear at the part looking like you had been dragged through a hedgerow or something, now would we Kristen? he commented, giving no explanation for exactly why he thought her appearance might change. He motioned towards the parlour. Let's try investigating the art gallery. These people at this little get together, they aren't the sorts to be interested in your fathers personal collection. he told her. His hand resumed its place about her waist, a powerful guiding grip that moved her in the direction he wanted to go in, as he thought more and more about her innocent flesh, tight and youthful beneath the flimsy fabric of her dress. Once they were inside he released his grasp on her momentarily in order to turn and close the heavy door door, turning the key which was in the lock with a loud click and removing it to slip into his pocket. As soon as it was shut the distant sounds of the party were silenced, blocked off completely leaving only the echo of their words and footsteps to violate the silence of the room. Now, that the door is locked, we aren't going to be disturbed. he rapped a powerful set of knuckles against the heavy wood. He walked slowly over to the central table, keeping his eyes on her as he did so and making no attempt to maintain eye contact, his gaze roaming about her as he walked. I think you're old enough to be indulging in a few vices by now Kristen. Now, since you know what sort of a man I am, let me tell you what sort of girl I think you are. he paused. I'll a have a whiskey on the rocks by the way. I'd advise you to have something strong as well. he added, pointing to a tray of glasses and bottles which had been arranged on the central table, surrounded by a few snacks and random delicacies. He leaned back, resting against it and finally fixing his gaze on her face. I think you're a good little girl who wants to make her father happy. That's why you're showing me around. But you know what, I'm not all that sure that I want to continue supporting your father, after all, I don't really know that he's not secretly a racist do I? He could be laughing at me and my support behind my back, how would I know? How would I really know that he was dedicated to racial equality in the way it needs to be dedicated to? he gave a crooked grin. Of course I know full well that you are only too willing to help your father, to look after him and do what's best to see his career advance. You know why Kristen? because when his career advances you get a little bit richer and there's one thing that I know girls like you like, and that's money and powerful men. he patted the side of the table expectantly, as he waited for her to make the drinks. That's why I know that you are going to do everything you can to reassure me that your father is worth supporting, now aren't you? He was impossibly hard by now, reaching up he loosened his tie a little and continued to fuck her with his eyes. Come over here Kristen. he said, tapping the table and sliding some of the snack trays and bottles to one side, leaving one half of the table free from clutter. This room is nice and secluded from the rest of the party, easy to isolate, somewhat soundproof as well. It will give you an opportunity to reassure me that you aren't going to be whispering in your father's ear about how you don't want him to associate with a black man. You'll be doing all of that without any fear of us being disturbed or distracted either, won't you? he chuckled. I know you aren't the sort of person to discriminate Kristen. I know exactly what girls like you want as well... he nodded, turning to rack up some balls and set the table. ...you want money, and a powerful man to take you in hand. I think that your father is going to go far and do well, and all because his little girl, his loving daughter, knew just how to keep his richest supporter happy. I'm going to enjoy rewarding you for your support as well. Your support in making sure that I'm happy and ready to help your father out. Your support in telling me how to help your father. You tell me what you want... and then Ill take payment for said favours. It's simple enough really. he finished with a confident edge.