Inheritance
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(Author's Note: This is a Chyoo version of a story I am writing on Hentai Foundry. You can find it by searching on there for Inheritance by Galloway. )
Adam let out a sigh as the last of the financial advisors left, leaving him alone in the large office. He sat back in his chair and relaxed, reflecting on the day. After arriving in the morning, he had been in constant meetings with all sorts of people, as the ownership of his great uncle's estate and investments was transferred to him. He had barely known his great uncle, but had apparently made enough of an impression at family get-togethers on holidays that the old man had put him on his will. He hadn't had any children, so Adam got to be the lucky one to inherit it all.
Putting his hands behind his head, Adam spun the chair around and looked out the large windows at the manor's grounds, lit only by the full moon as the sun had set several hours ago. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was just about time for his last meeting of the day, with the head maid of the household. And sure enough, right as the minute hand hit the hour, the door opened and she let herself in, "Good evening, Mister Daniels," she said with a small smile as she strode across the room towards his desk. Adam had to work not to stare at her, especially after spending all day with boring old men. She was tall, nearly six feet, with raven black hair that hung just above her shoulders, where it curled slightly at the end, the curls bobbing about cutely as she walked. The black hair set off her smooth pale skin, and the eyes that looked at him were piercingly beautiful. Below them lay her most striking feature, her lips. They were plump, deeply red, and he immediately pictured them wrapping around his- he shook the thought to avoid developing an erection in the middle of a professional meeting.
While it seemed forever in his mind, it was only a few seconds before she reached his desk and he remembered his manners as he stood up quickly to shake her hand, "Miss Flowers, nice to finally meet you. And please, just call me Adam. If we're going to be seeing each other as much I think we are, there's no need to be so formal," He took a moment to appraise the rest of her, noticing that she was dressed in a uniform that seemed based on the stereotypical maid outfit, but a bit modernized. Less frilly and more professional looking, but similar black and white color scheme. It fit her quite closely, emphasizing her assets in a way he couldn't help appreciating. She was modestly endowed, her breasts seeming just the right size for her slender yet tall frame, and shaped nicely.
She shook his hand firmly, her plump lips splitting in a friendly smile, revealing perfectly white and straight teeth, "Of course, Mister, I mean, Adam. You will have to forgive me if I slip a little though, having worked for the late Mister Daniels for ten years. And likewise, you can just call me Liz," he noticed now that she spoke with just a hint of an accent, either british or australian maybe, he had never been good at identifying accents. It only served to make her mouth even more attractive, he thought.
He agreed and they sat down across from each other, exchanging a bit of small talk before she got right into the business. She was very thorough, handing him folders of information as she went over all the details he needed to know about the daily running of the household. He tried to pay attention, but it had been a long day already and in truth it really wasn't very interesting. He found his eyes wandering from the papers she had given him, up to the top buttons of her shirt, which were unbuttoned just far down enough to offer the barest hint of a bit of cleavage that he couldn't help thinking about. His eyes kept flicking back to the paper when he realized he was staring, but he couldn't stop himself from looking several times. That is, until one time he looked and noticed that there was quite a bit more of that cleavage showing.
Had she unbuttoned a button? He counted them to be sure. Why yes, she had.
His eyes suddenly flicked up to her face, stopping at her lips of course; one corner of which was curled up in an amused grin. His eyes moved further up to hers, and as they locked gazes for a moment, she paused in whatever she had been talking about and he could see... something in her piercing eyes that he couldn't quite recognize. Satisfaction? And then, she suddenly winked at him and continued on with the business as if nothing had happened. He looked back down at the paper to avoid her admittedly intimidating gaze, until he realized that she was just about finished summarizing everything. He really hadn't caught most of it, but pretended he had, "Well thank you Liz, it seems like you certainly have everything in order around here. Good work," He worked to suppress a yawn at the end, but was not successful. Liz just smiled.
"It has been a long day, sir, shall I show you to your bedroom?" She began to stand up, gathering her papers together off of his desk. He thought that sounded like an excellent idea, and agreed to follow her. As they set out from the office, he couldn't help noticing that her ass was a nice match to her breasts; not large but nicely shaped and a perfect fit on her body. He was glad for her guidance as they made their way through the large household, he was sure he would have gotten lost on his own.
Arriving at his bedroom, he had to try not to look impressed. It was quite luxurious, especially the massive bed that dominated most of it. Liz interrupted his admiration, "Shall I help you get ready for bed?"
"Oh, um, thanks, but I think I can...handle..." He trailed off as she raised her eyebrow at him, shaking her head slightly and making a tsk tsk sound with her tongue.
"Let me remind you that you are paying me to make your life easier, you should let me do my job... Adam," He just shrugged and nodded at her, an awkward smile on his face. That seemed to make her happier, and she went back into business mode, "Sit on the edge of the bed and take off your shirt," He continued going along with her, although he blushed a little bit at the thought of stripping in front of the intimidatingly gorgeous woman. He wasn't exactly ugly himself, and in decent shape, but still.
As he sat down, she got on her knees in front him, immediately provoking a reaction from inside his pants that he hoped she didn't notice. She took off his shoes and set them aside, and then his socks. He was still fumbling a bit with the buttons on his shirt when she told him to stand up. He did so, still focused on the buttons when he felt a tugging at his pants and realized she was undoing his belt and pulling it out of the loops. She put it aside and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then pulled them down around his ankles. She was still on her knees, with her face just inches from his crotch. At this point, his cock was trying to escape from its cotton prison, extending down his right leg in a rather obscene bulge. She looked straight at it for a few seconds, before looking straight up at him, making his cock twitch noticeably as her piercing eyes looked into his. Her enticing lips opened up and a million naughty things that she could say ran through his head, but all she said was, "Step out of them, please," He had to think a moment before he realized what she meant, stepping out of his pants so that she could pick them up and set them aside.
He finally undid his shirt as she was piling up his clothes, and handed it to her with a thanks. He thought he noticed her eyes roaming over his bare, muscular chest and abs, as well as the bulge that was still clearly visible in his boxers. But she said nothing about any of that, merely responding to his thanks that she was happy to do her job. As she picked up the clothes and headed out the door, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Sweet dreams, sir," before closing the door behind her.
He waited a moment before letting out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, and looked down at the monster in his boxers that still refused to go down. He looked at the door to the bathroom, finally deciding to take a shower and take care of the problem hands on. Taking off his boxers, his ten inch cock sprung up like the arm of a catapult as he turned the shower to warm and stepped inside. Wrapping both hands around the thick shaft, he began jerking off vigorously, grunting and moaning unashamedly as he let out all the sexual tension, fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do to those beautiful lips of hers. As he was making no effort to hold himself back, and already primed, he came after only a couple minutes, letting out a loud groan. His large cock throbbed as it shot out a rope of thick cum with surprising force, shooting it straight onto the wall of the shower despite his attempts to aim downwards. He swore and aimed down harder, getting the several other loads that came afterwards into the water, at least. When his orgasm subsided, he took the shower head (it was one of those kinds that was on the end of a hose so you could use it to reach any hard to reach spots) and washed the cum off the shower wall, still swearing as the sticky substance proved resilient. But he was eventually victorious, finally turning to step out of the shower.
For just a moment, he thought it looked like the bathroom door was open a crack, but it quickly closed. Maybe it had been his imagination? Whatever, he was tired. Quickly toweling off and putting his boxers back on, he headed for the bed and flopped down onto it, falling asleep nearly instantly.
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