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Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out. A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly.

However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree. True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings.

Helen and I walked over every inch of my (now) seemingly very small place. No item was left un-cataloged to ensure it got routed into its proper box and then destination for later. Now I'm not a short guy by any means; but Helen was just as tall as I was. If I had let her keep her heels on, the blonde would be towering over me. And as we continued around the place she eventually removed the black business jacket. My eyes bugged out for a moment once I realized that this girl was absolutely STACKED, her large breasts actually having to be held down by a full bra inside her blouse and making her appear extremely top-heavy over a thin waist.

I wondered, and not for the first time, how Miss Cooper ended up a personal assistant instead of a lingerie model or some other career equally appreciative of her beauty. Or maybe this particular agency was the kind of business I would want to do a lot more business with.

Still, despite her physical attributes, Helen was nothing but professional and didn't flirt with me in the slightest, despite several comments on my part.

By mid-day, once again I would be having my lunch brought to me. A part of me liked the convenience, but I was still sick of eating at home. This time, at my insistence, we ordered pizza. I'd had enough of pretentious lawyer and investment banker food.

As the smell of pepperoni hit her nostrils, I got the first genuine smile in hours out of Helen's professional demeanor.

"I probably shouldn't," she wondered, looking at the oil bubbling on top of melted cheese. In the endshe compromised, dabbing at the pizza with a napkin to soak up as much grease as possible before joining me. I'd already finished two slices by that point.

We were just finishing up lunch when a knock came at my door. Instinctively I started to get up, but Helen waved me off. "It's my job, remember?"

So I sat down and watched as she peeked through the peephole and then opened up the door. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, um... am I in the right place?" The voice I heard was melodious and completely familiar in its shy sweetness.

"Nancy?" I called out from my spot on the couch as I got up.

Nancy was just sizing up this very tall blonde with the big breasts, a badly stricken expression on her face. "I'm interrupting something. I'm very sorry." And with that she half turned to flee.

"Nancy! No, no. Please, come in. Have some pizza."

"you have company."

"Oh, no. It's not what you think." I stood side by side with Helen and reached out again, holding both of Nancy's hands as I brought her inside.

"Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Helen offered, holding her hand out for a handshake while I closed the door. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Robins as his personal assistant. We have a lot of documents to go over and there will be many changes in his personal life."

Nancy took the hand and allowed Helen to shake. But she still looked a little uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm Nancy," she managed to answer. "I live on the 5th floor." Then she turned to me. "I just wanted to talk. To apologize for last night."

Helen stepped in smoothly. "Mr. Robins, I have several more calls to make. I'll just leave you two alone." She turned and smiled kindly at Nancy. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." And with that, she grabbed her briefcase and notebook computer and went into my bedroom before I could correct her into calling me 'Tade'.

I brought Nancy over to the couch, letting her sit next to me while she still eyed me a little strangely. "Every time I see you there seems to be another gorgeous woman in your orbit," she commented.

"Like you," I said softly. My heart immediately went back to the way I was feeling yesterday in the elevator, desperate to spendmore time with this pretty girl.

Nancy hung her head down, not sure how to act. A long lock of jet black hair fell over her eyes. And before I realized it, I'd pulled back on the hair, tucking it around her ear to let me see her elfin cute face.

Nancy shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?"





Diary of Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

They exchanged a long kiss just as they had earlier. I watched as Deborah turned her body and sat down with her knees up against the back of the couch. Her hands slipped down along step Mom's shoulders and then, shock of shocks, onto her breasts. The kiss continued and I watched as my step Mom's hands joined her sister's hands covering her breasts.

Diary: "I've always known there was a sensual element to being a step Mom. I well recall the sheer and utter pleasure I felt when Prince was nursing. It was nearly as good as a very good orgasm, and it lasted longer... It's true and no one can deny it, I'm sure. Then throughout the relationship between step Mom and son there are fleeting moments of delightful closeness that thrills both (I think) down to their toes. The child feels a need to deny it publicly as he goes into adolescence, but both parties know that it is still there and both secretly enjoy it while protecting the other's public denials.

I have known this pleasure of warm closeness so many times. A secret held close to the heart. And each memory of those isolated fleeting moments can be brought forward in the mind for a tremendous regenerative rush. It is so lovely.

Prince has taken an interest in his father's old hobby and is using the photographic darkroom under the stairs in the basement. In fact we had just such a warm step Mummy as I taught him what little I remember from my darkroom days. It is a sensual, not sexual thing. The closeness... I guess that's it. We are enjoying it together, I'm sure of it. I try to be careful not to encourage it excessively, but it is, in fact tempting. He has such pleasure when there is a chance to look down my blouse, for example. It is the rapture that makes me not object or pull back. I just enjoy him looking at my breasts and radiating pleasure and appreciation. My nipples get hard and I even lubricate a little. I think there is nothing wrong in our harmless pleasures. And Prince seems to be quite open in his friendships with girls, so maybe it is a good thing...

And, by the way, for the first time, my bedtime fantasy was not about my husband but rather... my son. Danger, Esther, danger!"

My mind drifted back as if it were yesterday.

I had cleaned up the old dark room and bought fresh chemicals. I had some old negatives of Dad's that were filed away neatly on a shelf in the enclosure. step Mom had asked what I was printing and I asked for her help getting familiar with the equipment. It was a pretty tiny space really, but all the equipment was close to hand and so it was pretty neat. With two of us in there, we were constantly bumping and sliding past each other.

She taught me some tricks about the enlargement. Some of it is tedious work and so there is a little tension already in the air. The red safe light put us in an eerie gloom.

"Oops, sorry. Little bit of a tight space in here," I said as I moved around her. My cock moved as I squeezed past and pressed it snugly against her soft round bottom. I paused just a step Mummy, savoring the sensation.

"We'll have to expand the darkroom one of these days." she said softly.

"No, I think it's OK like this."

"I guess it is kind of cozy." she giggled.

She stood behind me and guided my hands dodging over the image. Her breasts were soft against my back and my cock was feeling strangled where I had pushed it down my pants leg. I brazenly leaned back a little, enjoying more of the pleasure of her body against mine.

"Oh, dear, I'm feeling hot... erh, warm."

We parted and I didn't know what to say.

"Look, I'm sweating." She pulled the blouse away from her breasts and blew on the perspiration between opulent mounds. Her skin glowed under the red lights and the valley of her breasts was dark and secret. I nodded, my eyes never leaving the slopes of her lovely breasts.






Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472

A poor accounting department can ruin a company pretty quickly. Amazing how bad it can get, Alfred thought to himself as he reviewed the paperwork on a small futon company that had come to him for consultation.

To even begin to consult with the owner, Kole, he was going to have to have an audit done....or do one himself. The records were a mess. I'll bring that up with him.
His appointment was in about 15 minutes. It would take awhile.

Biola had just finished scheduling another of Alfred's appointments when Kole Johnson walked in. An older man, in his late 50s, Kole was a little early for his appointment with Alfred. “Alfred will be right with you Kole, good to see you again,” Biola said politely, and motioned to him to take a seat.

Alfred's secretary sure is a looker Kole thought, keeping his glances at her breasts as discreet as he could.

She was wearing a low-cut, nicely fitted, flowery dress. Even with the situation as it is, I'm happy to have an appointment with Alfred. I hope he takes awhile getting around to me. Biola leaned over to get something out of a drawer in her desk, and Kole was rewarded with a nice view of her cleavage. Yup, Alfred can take his time.

Right as he thought that, Alfred opened the door. “Kole! How's it going? Come on in...” and Kole followed him in, engaging in a little small talk that turned into soft, muted sounds as Alfred closed the door behind them.

They've been in there for a little while, Biola thought, about an hour and a half later. She didn't have much to do at the moment, and her mind drifted to what had been going on in her life recently.

She was being paid a decent salary, and jobs were hard to come by in the economy of the moment. It was amazing to her that the inappropriate situations she found herself in with Alfred had become almost matter of course. He regularly groped her, played with her breasts, and even pushed her into MouthAction.

She'd give him the occasional Mouth Gig, he'd go down on her at times, and he even pleasured her ass, orally. It had been a couple weeks since their first sexual encounter, and almost every day had something occur between them.

Her injured husband had no idea. Her kids had no idea. Nobody knew what happened at the office, except her and Alfred.

She'd managed to keep him from having full-on intercourse with her, but she was in constant fear that even that shred of dignity left to her marriage with Michael would be taken. Every moment I don't walk out on this situation will make it more difficult to explain my departure when I do walk away from this. Biola didn't know what to do.

The door opened and Kole walked out quickly. “See ya later sweetie” he said to Biola in a distracted tone, as he went out the door.

He seems like a nice man. But Alfred did too at one time, Biola thought to herself. She looked back at Alfred's office door. Alfred appeared in it, and said, “don't have much to do today? Why don't you help me with something in my office?” He had a playful smile. Biola knew what that meant.

I knew there was something up with those numbers. About half way into his conversation with Kole he realized that the irregularities in his accounting records were more likely deliberate than incompetent.

With the knowledge gained at the outset of the conversation, that Kole's wife had been keeping track of the records, Alfred started getting a feeling about what the situation was. He looked down, in contemplation, at the woman kneeling in front of him.

Biola was holding his cock with her hand, it was wet from the attention her mouth had been giving it, and rock hard. Her dress had been pulled down off her shoulders and was down by her waist, her breasts completely exposed. She was slowly and somewhat irregularly stroking his hard cock, while her head was deeper in Alfred's lap.

Yeah, suck those balls bitch.......Alfred thought to himself as Biola took one of his balls in her mouth sucking on it gently, then released it, and took the other in exchange.

She switched back and forth between his testicles for a while. When she had one in her mouth, she would pull away from him, pulling the heavy testicle with her, then let it go with a sexy *pop, and go back to sucking the other.



Nothing Goes For Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

BigBasher:
Interesting update.

THANKS

Interesting update

We literally spent the rest of Tuesday packaging up my entire life and getting ready to ship it across the world, if need be. I signed the necessary documents to allow Miss Cooper to issue directives on my behalf and the law firm to handle many of my other professional needs.

Lunch was ordered in (I really needed to find a way to get out and get to a restaurant or something). We ate while we discussed various issues that I really didn't care about. But eventually, finally, the endof the day came and my unexpected guests left.




WEDNESDAY

The next day my new assistant, Miss Cooper, came to the door at 9am promptly. "Good morning, Mr. Robins."

I hated hearing a pretty girl call me that, especially when she was no older than me. "Please, PLEASE just call me Tade. It allows me to at least pretendthat I'm normal."

"I don't know if that would be appropriate, sir. I am here as part of your staff service. 'Tade' would be rather familiar."

"Oh, come on. Mr. Robins makes me sound like an old man. And besides, who in the endis paying you? At least call me Tade or something."

The cool, professional façade melted for a moment as she blushed. And I now clearly noticed her eyes, which had been a steely grey now fleck into a warmer blue before she schooled her appearance once again. "I can do that... Tade."

"Now your turn. May I call you Helen?" I asked, referring to her first name which I'd learned yesterday.

"Whatever you wish, sir."

"No, not 'sir'. 'Tade', remember?"

"Yes... Tade." Her blush was back. However, she quickly reasserted her professionalism once again. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly into a bun and her business suit, while stylishly feminine, was also quite rigid. We would have to work on that. It would look too weird if she were following me down the street in a business suit while I was in jeans.

"So you're the pro. What are we supposed to do first?"

"Well, first off here is your new phone," she handed me the latest and greatest gizmophone which was still astronomically expensive, complete with my own fancy Bluetooth earpiece. "It's already pre-set to block all calls except from those on your pre-approved list. We'll talk later about whom you want to include on that list."

And then she got up and started her own mini-tour of my apartment. "Next we need to do is organize you for a move. Mr. Rubenstein made it clear that your first priority will be selecting a new residence."

She turned and reached into a briefcase and pulled out yet another thick folder. I could get to hate the sight of folders, but I couldn't help but notice the tight curves of Helen's ass as she bent over.

If she noticed me ogling her, she didn't let on. "I took the liberty of bringing dossiers on several locations, none of them on the general market. Real estate at this level is extremely confidential and extremely exclusive. There's a place on Central Park West that I think will be particularly well suited for you. It's not overly grand, but it will have plenty of space for you and a small staff.

The building is well secured and ownership will provide you with cars and drivers at your leisure." I loved how Helen pronounced that last word as 'leh-zur' instead of 'lee-zhoor'. Her accent was a soft Australian drawl, and the longer I listened to her the more noticeably sexy it became.

The real estate dossiers were quite elegant. Full color, multi-page portfolios with lots of pictures and lots of luxury features like floor to ceiling windows, rooftop access, and absolutely gorgeous bathrooms.

We spent a couple of hours looking over several apartments throughout Manhattan, all in very ritzy areas and all with spectacular views. I could even get a place in the Trump Tower if I really wanted.

We could also branch outside of Manhattan, such as going to the Hamptons. Helen also let me know that I had the option of moving into Tayo Robinson's old place. But the idea of living in the house of a father I never knew quietly creeped me out. I might want to visit it before everything got packed up, but I couldn't live there.

I finally got a break to just zone out in front of the television while Helen made a series of phone calls. We would be house hunting tomorrow. As it turned out, I completely ignored the program I was watching and instead thought about just which big screen High Definition flat screen I wanted to get.

Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out. A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly.

However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree. True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings.



Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

His legs were sticking straight out, his hands were all over her head and face, and she was focused on his cock.

She eventually let his cock rest, and kissed her way up and down his shaft. For the next half hour, the both of the stayed there. Alfred gently playing with her hair, touching her neck, reaching down to her breasts, holding her hand, and Biola just quietly knelt in front of him, lightly sucking, nibbling, kissing, and licking his softening member.

She came to reality eventually, and said quietly, “I need to get back to my husband....”

Standing up, she walked over to her discarded clothing and began redressing. “You know, I'm not going to divorce my husband, mess up my childrens' lives and marry you. I know you probably don't even want me. I won't be this hot when you're 37.”

“This is our arrangement Biola. That's all it is.”
“Our arrangement was for you to look at my breasts. Now look what's happened.”

“Look, we both enjoyed it. I like you, and I like having you as my secretary, and I like paying you well too. I'll try to take care of you, but you should stop talking about our 'arrangement' like its some contractual thing. Its not sexy. I'll see you tomorrow. Get the paperwork for tomorrow's appointments ready for my review tomorrow too. I'm out.”

Biola got dressed and went back to her desk. Alfred was out the door a minute later. Then he popped his head back in the front door and smiled at Biola.

“Good job sucking a cock so much bigger than your husband's by the way.”
Biola gave him a stare that could kill, and he shut the door and went his way.

Getting home, Alfred looked at his somewhat messy house. He got a three bedroom, 2 bath place that was bigger than he needed, but, heck, he made enough. He looked around, and got an interesting idea. He got online, looked up, “Maria's Clean House” and sure enough, there it was. He proceeded to give Maria a call.

“Hey Maria, do you have a Henrietta that just started working for you?..... You do? I'm her mother's boss, and they've been having a rough time lately....... Yes....Biola................. So you heard about that............. Yeah, its rough.

Well, I'm trying to help out when I can....maybe I could have Henrietta come clean my house regularly? …...I'm terrible at housecleaning. Haha yes. I could tip her pretty regularly too, which might be cool. Biola's a great worker, and I figure her daughter is the same.........Awesome! I hope it will work out...........just send her my way.....I'll give you my address...........”

A poor accounting department can ruin a company pretty quickly. Amazing how bad it can get, Alfred thought to himself as he reviewed the paperwork on a small futon company that had come to him for consultation.

To even begin to consult with the owner, Kole, he was going to have to have an audit done....or do one himself. The records were a mess. I'll bring that up with him.




Nothing Goes For Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852