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Holy shit. The blood’s pounding in my ears because clearly, this is an opportunity for some depraved action. My employee, Carl Brixton, has the hots for his stepdaughter and not only that, but Clara’s just the kind of little slut who could satisfy us both. But how do I maneuver this situation? How do I get the three of us into the same room, enjoying the sweet girl’s body? It’s food for thought, and the wheels are already turning in my head.
Meanwhile, I nod at Clara as she opens the door and steps out, notebook in hand.
“Thanks for your help, Miss Parkinson,” I call. “Your transcription skills are excellent. I look forward to reading your notes of the call.”
With that, the sweet girl smiles and nods, and then she’s gone. Meanwhile, I’m left to the silence of my office as I contemplate my next steps. I want more with Clara, sure, but I also want to up the filth factor. I want the pregnant girl to scream with a cock in her mouth, and another one in her pussy. Or I want her to moan headily as Carl and I DP her two holes, the double pound relentless and unforgiving. The question is, how do I make this happen? I stare out the window, my dick already beginning to throb. There has to be a way, and I’m determined to find out what it is.
CHAPTERSIX
Carl
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. We’re home after another day at work, and after a delicious meal, Clara’s at the sink once more, washing up. But I can’t let her slave away like this. She’s had a full day at Herald, and she’s pregnant, for crying out loud. What kind of asshole am I for letting her do the domestic chores?
As a result, I stand.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” I growl. “Let me take over.”
Clara turns to look over one narrow shoulder at me with a smile.
“Oh, it’s no problem,” she murmurs. “I don’t mind at all and there’s only the two of us, so there aren’t very many dishes.”
Still, I approach the sink before putting both hands on her shoulders and steering her to sit at the kitchen table.
“You made the spaghetti, so I’ll clean up,” I say in a deep tone. “I should have done this a lot earlier. Hell, this should have been the set-up from the get go. It’s only fair that one person cooks, and the other cleans, after all.”
Clara merely smiles sweetly from her spot at the table.
“Yes, but you’re putting a roof over my head!” she exclaims. “Plus, you pay for everything, Carl, and I appreciate it. I know my presence was unexpected, and you’ve been very kind to shelter a pregnant woman.”
I merely turn to the sink and start running the water.
“That’s the thing, baby. You’re pregnant, with a child in your belly, so you should be waited on hand and foot. You’re the one who calls the shots in this household.”
Clara giggles merrily while getting up to head to the fridge, but my words are true. In the short time she’s been here, the tables have already been turned. I used to be a bachelor, doing what I damn well please and staying up all hours watching videos while jerking off. But with Clara, structure has been brought to my home. She’s a wonderful cook, not to mention a very orderly person as well. She manages the housekeeper who comes around once a week, and also takes care of the laundry, in addition to liaising with our gardener. My front and back yards are now works of art because of Clara. They used to be nothing but half-dead strips of weeds, but the sweet girl has added beautiful lawns, flower beds, bushes, and even some topiaries, which up the artistic factor by ten.
But I didn’t invite Clara to stay because I needed domestic help. Instead, I wanted to do right by my deceased wife, and that meant opening my doors to a young woman in need. Still, as Clara helps herself to some vanilla ice cream, I can’t help but get aroused. She looks absolutely gorgeous clad in nothing but a tiny nightie, her big breasts visible inside the deep vee, and even the sweet shadow of her pussy beckoning as she moves about. At that moment, a splatter of ice cream drips onto her décolletage, oozing into the valley between her breasts, and she giggles.
“Oof, I’m so clumsy,” she says. “Let me just get a napkin.”
The sweet girl uncrosses her legs to stand, and then reaches across the tabletop for a napkin. Oh fuck. I almost spurt where I stand at the sink because her breasts practically drop out of her décolletage, they’re so huge and juicy. Not only that, but when she uncrosses her legs, I definitely get a flash of that pink pussy. It’s moist, wet, and I can almost see her clit. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to drop to my knees right now and bury my face in that steaming snatch.
But right, this is Vivian’s daughter, and my stepdaughter. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, no matter how tempting the brat is. As a result, I turn back to the sink with my pulse pounding a storm in my ears. Thank fuck Clara can’t see the huge hard-on raging in my shorts at the moment because she’d run screaming for the hills otherwise.
“So how’s work?” I manage in a stilted voice. God, I’d love to plow my stepdaughter at the moment, and yet the sweet girl has no idea. She merely wipes gently in the valley between her breasts before helping herself to another bite of ice cream.
“It’s good,” she says with a gentle smile. “I’m really glad I’m at Herald because I’ve told you about Elle, right? The new friend I made?”
I shake my head.
“Yes, a little. Why, what about her?”
Clara nods.
“Well, she’s another temp actually. A little younger than me. Maybe nineteen or so? But yeah, she’s at Herald too and it’s fun because talking makes the day go faster. She’s good at her job too. I’ve never seen someone type so fast.”
I nod.
“That’s great to hear. Is Elle on her own already? Nineteen’s pretty early to be working.”
