Thread: Struggle In Paradise [Randomthingslover1 & Boyo111]

Damon rested an arm on the table, listening to his father go on again about some random woman. Always the same, unless he could fuck them, there was no use for them. It was like listening to some really old man go on and on about how weak and useless women were, but with a porn twist. Growing up in the mansion they'd always been surrounded by nothing but hot young women, and as he got older and started to really look at them he found an advantage to it. He could touch them, use them, as he wanted, and no one complained. Damon never even recalled who the first one was, she'd looked hot bent over in the den with that short skirt and no panties, his cock was out and inside her before he knew it. Neither one of them said a word about it, after that his father was more open about his sexual urges, though as happens when listening to your father talk about his cock, it eventually became boring. Why not just hire her then? He threw the comment out there, sometimes it was bear baiting, he wanted to see what would happen, but mostly it passed the boredom that had settled over life. His eye kept going over to Katherine though, she was hot and for once, the maid costumes actually accentuated her figure, when she came by he stared, feeling his cock stiffen in his pants. They weren't to touch her yet, so it would have to be some other one. Watching the wine pour in his glass, slowly filling it he ran a hand up the back of her leg and stroked her soft ass cheek, being one of the richest and most popular guys in town you learned to listen and hear things. Finding out about Katherine's father and his troubles gave them a great opportunity, one of his better suggestions to his father. He looked forward to having her around. Though he would admit it was going to be hard to wait. --- Malcolm speared another asparagus stalk on his fork, taking a moment to watch its limp length curve as he lifted it from the plate. Slightly overcooked again, he'd have to have a word with the chef again. For someone who could supposedly open a four star restaurant, this was just a food tragedy. Looking up as Damon spoke he could hear the edge in the voice, his younger brother was stuck in some post adolescent ennui that pissed off their father when Damon began questioning things that were said at the table. It was as if Damon did not like the money, the mansion, their position, the power, and most of all the maids. His brother used to love it all, becoming a big, tall young man with the square jaw that most women pined over. Maybe you should buy the shop and then you can, Malcolm helpfully suggested. His eyes followed their newest addition across the room, following her with a predatory gaze as she teetered around the table with the wine bottle she filled up his glass. As Damon had done, Malcolm slowly ran his hand up her leg. Katherine was some classmate of his brother's, it felt nice to have some college piece of ass in their house. To be used. As his hand ran up the side of her ass he squeezed hard, wondering if she would yelp and spill the wine. It was fun to watch the punishments later when that happened, though he wasn't sure if Katherine was past her break in period yet. Before all the fun started their father had to give the word, the word was not yet given.