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"It's OK, Mercy. Sit down. Please. Listen kids, it's normal. We all go through this. But, it is complicated. Your step Mom and father won't like it Mercy. You know that."

"Oh, please ... please don't tell them..." she pleaded.

"Not to worry, dear, not to worry. It will be our little secret. But, you both have to agree not to do this again? OK?" She hugged Mercy while we nodded and swore it would not happen again. Mercy pulled away and sped out the door, heading for home.

She left me struggling my clothes over a stiff prick that had wilted for a step Mummy but now was suddenly rampant again as I stood in front of my step Mom almost naked trying to think faster than she did. Impossible! I could feel the crimson blush of my face and my throat was so dry I wasn't sure I could speak. I felt the acute need to pee that always came over me when I was caught in any act I was in trouble for.

"Now then, young man, did anything else happen? Between you two, I mean."

I looked innocently into her eyes, trying my "what on earth are you talking about" look.

"OK, innocence. I mean did you ... touch each other."

"Not really... " I muttered, completely deflated.

"You mean, ... some touching? Some ... kissing, perhaps?"

"Yeah."

"That's touching." she gave me one of her archest looks. "Prince, I know it is a terrible strain, but you have to hold back. You understand? Now that you are ... well ... now that you are a man ... you know,,,,,,,, physically at least.

Now that you ejaculate, you have a sacred trust not to be irresponsible. God, I'm not saying this very well. I don't want any pregnancies until you are old enough to be married and take care of them."

"Oh, Mom ... good grief!" The crimson of my face was turning white hot. I still had not got used to the frank talk about sex bit with my step Mom, I guess.

"Well, it could happen, I have to make sure you understand how easy it would be."

My face was red as a beet and I had nothing to say.

"Listen, I bought some condoms for you. Not that I want you to use them! I just want them to be available if you ever, ever, get out of control! Understood?"

I nodded.

"And, by the way, I didn't see Mercy put on her panties."

She narrowed her eyes quizzically. I pulled them out of my pocket.

She groaned a little. "Well ... you have to give them back to her ... for god's sake be careful ... her step Mom ... my god; her step Mom will go bananas again! Better call Mercy and meet someplace, eh?"

"I'm going to have to teach you to play poker, Prince, you almost lost everything! Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah." She laughed with that lovely throaty way she had, then thought better of it and became stern again.

"I know you feel embarrassed about being caught. But don't worry, everyone has played strip poker at one time or another, even me."

"Really, you?"

She nodded and her face reddened in spite of herself. "Even me. And it was similar to you, the first time."

"You did it more often?"





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

Carry on

I wrapped my arms around her naked body, simply holding her. We'd had sex many times before this, but something was different about this coupling. So often, our sex had been just about sexual release, physical gratification.

But for perhaps the first time, I felt a wave of emotion from her as she gyrated in my lap and held me close to her.

Maybe Rosalinda was seriously considering how she felt about me. Or maybe she was a better actress than I gave her credit for. I wasn't sure I could totally trust her intentions just days after finding out I was going to be filthy rich.

But then those talented inner muscles squeezed again and I decided to worry about her intentions later. For now, I had a goddess making love to me.

Rosalinda really did do all the work. I lay back against the couch and watched as her lithe body swiveled around my shaft, pumping up and down as she used her body like a finely tuned instrument to coax out the sweetest sounding notes of pleasure in both our bodies.

After ten minutes, we both were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her erect nipples dragging across my chest as her tongue danced along my lips and her hips gyrated as well as any belly dancer.

She paused only once, clutching my face in between her breasts as she shuddered in climax. But then she was right back to fucking me with increased fervor.

And presently I felt the simmer in my balls heating up into a full boil. My eyes flared and Rosalinda saw it immediately.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum inside me..." she cooed as her muscle squeezes went into overdrive. She leaned in and whispered huskily right into my ear. "This time I want to feel you oozing out of me for the rest of the day. Cum, baby. Cum..."

So I did just that. Passive for most of our lovemaking, I suddenly reached up and gripped Rosalinda's hips in my hands, stopping her movements and pinning her body as tightly down against me as we could possibly go.

And with my cock embedded all the way inside of her, my balls compressed and then I was blowing two days of semen directly into her womb.

I groaned as I felt myself burst, and Rosalinda was clutching me to her as she bit down on my shoulder and came again, her pussy spasming as she joined me in ecstasy.

"Bleep, yeah... cum, baby. That's it... more..." came more breathy moaning. And I answered her with a few more shots of spunk into her body.

When we were done, she giggled and rested her sweaty forehead against mine, one long bang covering her eye. "Aren't you glad I came to cheer you up?"

"Absolutely."

We cuddled together for a few minutes. Usually during this time Rosalinda started mentally counting the seconds until she could take off. I finally spoke up, "So I assume you're not staying the night, per usual?"

Rosalinda flipped her hair and fixed me with a look of contentment. "No. I think I'd rather stay here tonight, keep you company. I can't abandon you with all that's going around. And then in the morning I can cheer you up all over again!"





MONDAY

The next morning Rosalinda woke me with an exquisite Mouth Gig before our actual breakfast. And after our Starbucks and bagels run to start off the weekday morning, she went her way while I made my first attempt to go to work since the story broke.

It would also be the last day I would ever go to work there.

People were staring the moment I entered the building. Most of them were people I knew, coworkers or other familiar faces at least. Some of them said 'hello' or 'good morning' while others hung back and whispered their gossip to each other.

Despite being packed with the morning rush, I had perhaps the quietest elevator ride of my life.

Sherri, the receptionist, had the widest smile for me as I stepped into our offices. She actually leaned down, her shirt drooping momentarily so I could see the full curves of her breasts as she mimed doing something on her desk while simultaneously saying, "Good morning, Tade."

"Er, morning Sherri." I continued on towards my office.

The minute he saw me, my boss crossed the floor and followed me into my office before closing the door.

We had an honest talk that lasted about ten minutes. And by the endof the conversation, I was packing up my things.

No, I wasn't fired or anything. Nor did I quit. But as it turned out, Mr. Kendall had quite the shareholdings in the company. not a controlling stake or anything, but a significant percentage. And now those shares were my shares, or would be soon. In a nutshell, there was no way I could continue to just do my job.

Technically, I was a part owner. And owners can't be employees. Besides, I had bigger responsibilities and a much larger fortune I would have to manage than simple investing for other people.

Management had already decided. All my duties were assigned to someone else. Another finance geek would be taking over my office. All I had to do was go home and wait for the dividend checks to arrive.



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

I managed to begin a heartfelt talk about what was going through my mind. Even after two days of nothing but thinking about the situation, I still had no clue how to move on with my life.

And ulterior motives or not, Rosalinda could be a good listener when she wanted to be.

The heartfelt talk led its way back to my apartment. And upon returning, I slumped into my sofa, my head propped on the backrest while the rest of me slouched into a position of utter defeat.

At first Rosalinda tried to cheer me up with very Rosalinda-esque suggestions. "Go out and buy a big fancy car! Or let's go on a vacation around the world. Spendsome of your newfound billions."

"I don't actually have any money or anything just yet," I informed her forlornly. "It could be a long time before the executor of Mr. Kendall's estate gets everything sorted out."

"But I thought he just left everything to you."

"Well I assume there are taxes, and titles, and a lot of things that have to be transferred. I mean, how much of a hassle is it to change your address on your driver's license? Multiply that by a few million."

"You mean 'billion'," she chided me.

"Yeah... it's such a BIG word, isn't it? billions..."

"Hmm, I know how to cheer you up."

"Rosalinda, not to rain on your parade, but you were never good at cheering people up. you're a little too self-absorbed for that."

"Well, I may be self-absorbed. But I'm very good at what I have in mind." And with that she slid closer to me on the couch, her fingers trailing up and down my chest.

"And just what is it that you have in mind?"

"Well, like I said," she began as she slipped off the couch and got to her knees in front of me. Her fingers were deftly opening up my jeans. "It's something I'm very good at."

"Well, I guess that definitely means you're not going to try 'acting' to cheer me up," I quipped. And then suddenly I was sucking my breath in panic as her fingernails gripped at my testicles.

"Funny..." Rosalinda's dark eyes flared, already turning to their violet hue. But she released me and then continued to tug my underwear and jeans down to my ankles.

I sat bare-assed on my sofa, my penis already stiffening in anticipation of what was to come. I had to agree with Rosalinda's methodology, this would probably make me feel a lot better.

She blew out a stream of moist air at the tip of my cock, causing it to stir with a life of its own. And then her long tongue extended out, finding a sensitive nerve on the underside and causing me to become fully erect within the friendly confines of her warm mouth.

Rosalinda probably knew my erection better than anyone, myself included. And so she knew exactly how to extract the utmost in pleasure in me. Soft licks turned into powerful sucking, and then her hand had formed a ring around the base of my pole as she stroked me towards her open lips.

I groaned happily, for a few moments all my troubles gone away. I reached down and held her head as she bobbed and weaved upon me.

Her almost black hair was cut above her shoulders in a fashion model cute style, with long bangs artfully curtaining around her face. I pulled the dark locks away and to the side so I could see her face and dangling earrings while she blew me.

Her eyes flashed up to meet mine, and I noticed the corners of her mouth turn upwards in a smile as she saw the rapturous look on my face. But then soon she refocused on the task at hand (er, at mouth).

Very quickly, I felt myself slipping towards the edge. I hadn't cum in days, and now I had quite a load built up inside of me as my balls began to simmer.

Rosalinda sensed the change inside of me and she pulled off with a wet popping sound. "not yet..."

With comfortable ease, she sat back on her feet and whipped her top off in one smooth motion. Then reaching behind her back, she unsnapped the bra, spilling her bountiful bosom out to my appreciating gaze.

Rosalinda's ass was divine, but she had a great rack as well. I know her model profile listed her as a "C" cup, but unbound her tits just looked so much bigger and rounder against her slender frame.

I made no attempt to look at Rosalinda's face as her tits bounced and jiggled while she stripped off her skirt and thong panties, leaving her wearing nothing but her jewelry and a smile.

I only wish African decorum had let her keep her shoes on for what we were about to do. Instead, her strappy high heels were still by my front door.

"Want me to return the favor?" I asked Rosalinda's tits as she moved onto the couch, straddling my legs and planting her knees on either side of my hips.

"not this time. Just sit back and relax. Let me do all the work." There was a fire in her eyes as I finally looked up.

I kept my vision locked onto her eyes as she lowered her body onto me, pointedly ignoring her naked body and instead trying to will through my look how much I did appreciate her.

I'd never lost my schoolboy crush on her, even after all these years, and I felt so incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to make love to her.

Rosalinda had never really returned the emotional sentiment. She was gorgeous and she knew it, perhaps taking me for granted. But she trusted me and being around her had been reward in itself for me.

And as her pussy muscles clenched around my rod, I could believe I was in heaven making love to a goddess.

Rosalinda just sat in my lap for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my cock filling her up. She leaned down and planted a row of kisses along my neck and shoulder, her hair tickling me where it dragged across my bare skin.

I wrapped my arms around her naked body, simply holding her. We'd had sex many times before this, but something was different about this coupling.

So often, our sex had been just about sexual release, physical gratification. But for perhaps the first time, I felt a wave of emotion from her as she gyrated in my lap and held me close to her.





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

She slipped the dress over her head and then reached up under it to pull the half slip down to her waist. She turned and looked back at me.

"Does it show? Can you see my bra strap?"

I nodded self consciously.

In fascinated astonishment I watched as she unsnapped the bra and whisked it out from under the dress. Her breasts blossomed into the silky blue fabric and she bustled to the dresser to find another.

"What on earth did I wear with this?" The dress was low cut in the back and had a slash in front from the neck band almost to the waist.

"Oh, I know. I don't have that bra anymore. I'll have to go without. Is that OK? You will have to be a gentleman and not look!" she laughed.

"You look beautiful, Mom!"

"Thank you, Prince!" she said. "Now let's get those plantains fixed and that wine poured."

We sat side by side and the candles cast dazzling shadows and glistening shards of light against the walls. step Mom sat there in the slinky dress Dad liked so much. She crossed her legs and the dark bands of her stockings showed the clasps of her garter belt through the long slit in the skirt.

My eyes kept straying to the gaping opening which was like a puppet stage for step Mom's swaying breasts. She kept up a lively conversation with her adoring son. In the background Mozart was what she wanted.


I turned to another page in the diary.

Diary: "Oh dear. It gets more complicated. It seems that Mercy and Prince have made up since the looking up skirt episode a couple years ago.

I came home early and found them playing strip poker in the garden house. I just passed the window and glanced in. Prince was in his underwear and the little girl just slipping out of her panties and tossing them across the table.

Cute, really, but of course it raises all sorts of issues for me. How do I keep them from actually experimenting sexually? And what if her step Mom finds out? She'll go bananas again. Good grief! As a first step, I bought some condoms and gave brief instructions. I hope I am doing the right things. It is all very normal, but complicated, like everything about sex, I guess. And I am finding the panties in my panty drawer tossed about when I come home. Must be Prince ... my normal teenager, with all those hormones. Wonder if he thinks of me when he does it?"

The memory of that day came back clear as a bell:

It was shattering. Mercy had slipped her hands under the short skirt and pulled a pretty pair of yellow panties down her legs.

Her eyes watched me continuously as she slowly slipped them down her legs and tossed them to me.

Just as I caught them with a grin and had them half way to my nose, step Mom walked in. I wanted to fall through the floor.

"Ummmm, uh?" she began.

Mercy screamed and pushed her skirt down over those naked pubes and grabbed for her bra and blouse. "I'm sorry Mrs.Samuel... "

She struggled to get her little breasts into the cups of the tiny bra decorated with little blue flowers along the edge.

"It's OK, Mercy. Sit down. Please. Listen kids, it's normal. We all go through this. But, it is complicated. Your step Mom and father won't like it Mercy. You know that."




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

Amarachi rolled over and for a step Mummy lost control of her top, giving me a fairly long glance at her right breast. I think I saw her smiling as she caught my long appreciative stare at her dark nipple.

"Now this side." she smiled, snuggling the breast back into its cup and tugging both into place.

I did her legs but she took over before I got a shot at those luscious boobs.

"Thanks, sweetheart." I knew I was dismissed. "Your step Mom will kill me if I don't do the rest myself."

I dutifully rubbed the oil into my step Mom's back while they exchanged the lively form of sisterly banter that I heard so much of I could almost repeat it like a script. But I was comfortable enough to sit astride step Mom's bottom and legs while I worked. Being in contact with her deliciously soft bottom for this long with a good excuse was exquisite pleasure.

I worked my way down her legs and they finally turned their jokes to slightly off-color references to me which they thought I was too young to catch onto. I finally drifted off and took a swim.

Amarachi left in the middle of the afternoon and step Mom and I were in the pool.

"Are you going to start having dates, step Mom? Like Aunt Amarachi said?"

"I don't think so. What do you think? Not that anyone is beating down my door to ask me," she smiled and rubbed my head.

"I guess it's OK." I looked away. I wasn't sure how that would actually make me feel.

"Well, let's not worry about it. I'm happy having you as my date anyway."

"Why don't we, have a date, I mean?" I said. "I mean, like you and Dad used to have dinner together in the dining room and send me off to bed? You know, you still have that blue dress."

She looked at me intensely and a smile broke out. "What do you know about my old blue dress?"

"I remember that Dad liked it!"

"Whaaaaat?"

I was caught. I'm sure I looked sheepish.

"Yeah. I used to sneak back downstairs and watch."

"Oh my God!" she said. "Good Grief! Peeping tom! What did you watch?"

"Kissin' and stuff."

"Oh. We did enjoy that." she smiled and looked sad for a step Mummy and then brightened.

"O.K. Let's do it. What shall we have to eat? I accept your invitation!"

"Plantains." I offered. "And wine."

"Done. I have to see if I have that old blue dress. Or will another one do?"

"Blue."

"Let's go get dressed then, date."

I put on my Sunday best spots coat and came into her room. She was fresh out of the shower, in lacy white panties and bra.

She was stepping into a half slip and I frowned as the panties were covered from my prying eyes. She noticed and pulled it all the way up to cover her bra too. She gave me a look full of love and amusement.

Dark brown tops of nylon stockings were pulled taut and fastened to a white garter belt and she slipped into high heel shoes.

"I'll bet I can't wear this bra with that dress." she muttered.

She slipped the dress over her head and then reached up under it to pull the half slip down to her waist. She turned and looked back at me.

"Does it show? Can you see my bra strap?"

I nodded self consciously.





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

"That's okay. I mean, I'm sad that I never got the chance to meet him. But at the same time it can't hurt me that much."

"I suppose. The thing is that I never knew my dad either. Single mom, dad left before I was born. I'm sure you know the story." She uncrossed her arms and waved them off to the sides in a helpless shrug.

I was taken aback by the sudden seriousness of our conversation. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

She continued. "I guess my own situation is what made me want to come up here and meet you. I'm sure there are a hundred more people just like us in this building alone." And then Nancy laughed.

I was startled by the sound. Her laugh was rich and melodious. I could listen to her laughing all day. Now I definitely wasn't a person who believed in love at first sight. The romantic in me wanted to believe it but the New York realist in me denounced it as fantasy. But there was... something... about this girl that struck me.

Rosalinda was gorgeous and stirred my loins from the moment I saw her. She was all slender curves and angular cheekbones and brilliant eyes.

But Nancy, while not surrendering much to Rosalinda in the way of curves or physical attractiveness, just seemed so much more wholesome somehow.

"What's so funny?" I ventured as Nancy was still giggling to herself while looking out at nowhere.

She giggled one more time before looking right at me. "Well, I don't suppose there's many more single-parent kids who find out their dad just left them a fortune!"

She leaned against my doorpost with a healthy smile on her face, all traces of her early nervousness gone now.

"No, I suppose not." I caught myself leaning in close to her, just casually slouched while standing up and yet so much closer to violating Nancy's personal space.

Nancy looked at me, the two of us incredibly comfortable despite knowing each other for bare minutes. And just when I felt the urge to lean in and kiss her tender lips, Nancy blinked several times and then looked at her feet. "Well, I'll let you get back to your life. Sorry for bothering you."

And then a second later we were both standing straight up and a couple of feet further apart. The moment, whatever it was, was now gone. "Not at all," I told her. "The silver lining is that I finally get to meet the people I've been living next to for years. you're welcome to come back anytime."

Her eyes lit up at the idea. "Maybe. I'll see you around. Goodbye."

"Bye."

She turned around and headed back towards the elevator. I could have stayed there forever watching her hips swaying as she walked away. There was a connection there and I wanted to find out more.

Part of me wanted to find out what was underneath that baggy sweater and stylish jeans. But more of me wanted to know what was behind the fresh face and kind eyes. And yet thirty seconds later, Nancy turned the corner and was gone.


So I retreated back into my doorway. My Chinese food was getting cold.





SUNDAY

After days of camping outside my apartment, the media eventually figured out I wasn't going to make an immediate statement. And with nothing to report for hour after hour, the buzz quickly died down and everyone sort of moved on.

So today I turned my cell phone back on and decided to venture out. The first thing I wanted to do was get a serious meal without having to eat it at home. But just as I was leaving the building, my cell rang.

Rosalinda was livid. "you promised you'd call me!"

"Sorry! I had to turn my phone off. Somehow every news network got my cell phone number."

"Still..." Rosalinda was not the kind of girl who was used to waiting. She'd been a gorgeous woman when I met her in college, with all the boys flitting over her like moths to a flame. My exotic looks had gotten her attention.

Well, at least had held her attention for about a week. It wasn't until we ran into each other again, years later in Manhattan, that we started fucking again. She was a beautiful fashion model/actress who'd guest starred on a couple of primetime dramas. I was an old reliable friendfrom college with no strings attached.

"I'm sorry. It's been a crazy couple of days."

"One would think you'd find a way to get in touch with your girlfriend," she whined.

"Girlfriend?" I snorted. "you've never been my girlfriend."

"Hey, that's no way to think of the last woman you slept with."

"And how do you know you were the last woman I slept with?" I replied indignantly. "I've been a popular guy ever since the story broke."

"What the-? Well of course I'm-. Hey! That's not funny!" she finally exclaimed when I began chuckling.

"Come on, Rosalinda. At the very least, I've never been youR boyfriend. I'm your booty call. And I'm very happy to be your booty call. And you've had a lot of other boyfriends since we've known each other."

"But you're special to me, Tade. We've been fucking for four years straight now. That's gotta count for something. We could be so much more."

It suddenly dawned on me what was causing her sudden change of heart. "And I'm sure the reports of my bank account have nothing to bring to a new relationship."

Now I could actually hear Rosalinda blush on the other endof the line. "Well, even before that I always knew we could endup together."

"I would have liked it," I told her honestly. But I'd also known she was too flighty to ever hold down for very long.

"Besides, think of how much more exposure and free press I could get if I were the girlfriendof Tade Robins, one of the richest men in America. At least go out with me a few times in public. It would be absolutely killer for my career."

"No, Rosalinda."

"Fine, fine. I'll convince you later. But will you at least meet me for lunch?" she asked.

"Of course."

Lunch was a quiet hole in the wall, not an easy thing to find in a busy place like Manhattan. The owners knew Rosalinda and me and I felt safe there. Various regulars offered their condolences over the father I never knew while simultaneously joking about how I was going to spendall that money.

In a quiet corner of Geno's Café I was surprised that Rosalinda didn't immediately launch into her perfect reasoning for why we should become boyfriend/girlfriend, at least for a little while. Instead, Rosalinda settled in to just enjoy some time with me.

I managed to begin a heartfelt talk about what was going through my mind. Even after two days of nothing but thinking about the situation, I still had no clue how to move on with my life. And ulterior motives or not, Rosalinda could be a good listener when she wanted to be.

The heartfelt talk led its way back to my apartment. And upon returning, I slumped into my sofa, my head propped on the backrest while the rest of me slouched into a position of utter defeat.





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