Inheritance - Part 1 free porn video

The Inheritance News of my father's death reached me while at was at work. His solicitor called to tell me that he had died in an accident and that the funeral was tomorrow. Although I hadn't seen much of him in the past few years since he re-married I was understandably upset. I told my boss that I had to take off for a few days and headed out of London to the commuter town that my father had lived. On the train I began to regret not spending more time with him when he has alive but I hated the woman he re-married. She was some floozy from his office, who worked as a secretary or a receptionist or something, who had managed to get her claws into the old man. The fact that she was in the thirties and stunning probably helped. Christ, she even had 2 kids from 2 different guys from when she was in her teens. A real class act. I'd only met her a few times as I kept my distance to show my disapproval of their antics. I still used to see my father when he came up to London on business, but since marrying Catherine he moved to a local office so he could spend more time at home. I had met her kids at the wedding and saw one of them a few times recently as she was at University in London. Unfortunately, she hadn't inherited her mother's looks so I didn't keep in contact with her. I had managed to acquire some of my father's brains and after graduating University got a job working in the city for a prestigious investment bank. At 27 I'd managed to secure some large bonuses and had built up an impressive stock and property portfolio probably worth a couple of millions. Of course it was pocket change to the wealth of my father but i'd sacrificed a lot to get it - including most of my friends that I hadn't bothered to keep in touch with or any private life at all. Events like death always make you reassess your life and whilst I was materially rich I was spiritually poor. I arrived at the station and headed to a hotel that my father's solicitor had organised and settled down for the evening. The next morning I went down to the church for the service. I was ushered to the front pew where Catherine was waiting full of insincere clich?s and false interest. Despite the contempt I felt for her and the situation I was still amazed by her beauty. She was wearing a black dress with black stockings and black high heels. She had a black hat on with an elegant lace trim and leather gloves. My father's money had obviously paid for some treatments to her face and, if anything, she looked younger than her 35 years. As the service meandered on, I glanced around the church at the mourners and happened to see at absolute stunning girl a few rows behind us. She had blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, giving an unobstructed view of her angelic face. I recognised the girl that she was standing next to as one of Catherine's daughters. Was this one of her friends? Or possibly Catherine's other daughter? I hadn't seen her since the wedding a few years ago, and if it was, she'd obviously done a lot of growing up since then. After the service most people retreated to a nearby pub for a wake. I spend most of the time trying to get a chance to speak to the girl I saw at the funeral but had so many well wishers speaking to me I never quite got the chance. As the wake died down I went outside to walk home. I was startled by a "Hi" from behind me. It was the cute girl from earlier leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. "Uh... hi?" I stammered back. "You don't remember me do you?" she asked with a smile. "Uh... no," I managed "I'm Alicia," she said walking forward, "Catherine's daughter." "Oh right, I'm sorry. I didn't recognise you. I haven't seen you in ages," I blathered. She put her arms round me and gave me a big hug. "You must be soooo upset with everything that's happened," she said. I could feel her warm breath on my neck and could smell her intoxicating perfume as she hugged me and instantly began to get hard. Unfortunately, just as we started talking, Catherine came out and announced it was time to go home. Catherine asked if I wanted a lift to my hotel and said it was a shame that I wasn't staying with them in their large house, after all there was plenty of spare rooms. I declined and began to walk home. As their car pulled out of the car park I couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at Alicia's beauty. The next day I went to the solicitor's for the reading of the will. On the way in to the office I saw Alicia and her sister sat in the reception area. Alicia looked stunning in a short flared black skirt and a pink T-shirt. The T-shirt really showed off her great figure and nice breasts. Again I couldn't help but stare at her as I exchanged hellos with her. In the office the solicitor read the will. Thank goodness my father had retained some of his marbles despite Catherine's influence and had left the majority of his estate to me. In all I was going to benefit to the tune of ?35m. Catherine received a smaller amount (around ?2m) with the rest going to a charitable trust. The were various clauses in the will but all I could focus on was the words "thirty-five million". I was set for life and never had to work again. To her credit Catherine didn't seem to mind the fact that she received comparatively little in the settlement and instead insisted that the loss of her husband was much more of a problem. After we left the solicitors Catherine offered to give me a lift back to my hotel and began to quiz me about what I was going to do now. I mentioned that I was probably going to return to London and grieve. She balked at this and insisted that I stay down in Sutton with "my family" (meaning her and her kids, I had no other family), so that we could all work as a team to get through this. I gave some banal assurances but intended to head back to London as soon as possible. As well as her two daughters Catherine was also giving a lift to a couple of her friends and so we all had to cram into the car. Luckily for me, it meant that Alicia was sitting on my lap. With her flared skirt riding up her panties were pressed against my crotch. With the car darting in and out of traffic Alicia was rubbing all over me. I was hard within moments as she moved around in front of me. Luckily the conversation didn't involve me so I could keep quiet and try to concentrate on not losing control as this lithe beauty gyrated on my lap. However, the conversation turned to my immediate plans. After I insisted that I was going to back to London immediately Alicia mentioned that it was a shame because she was looking forward to spending some time getting to know me. Just as she said that we hit a particularly deep pothole which caused her to land hard on my crotch causing me to explode in my boxer shorts. Alicia let out a little laugh at the time. Was she aware of what she was doing to me? As we pulled up at the hotel Alicia insisted that she pick me up later as she didn't want me to get lonely on my own. I instantly relented and said there was no reason why I couldn't spend another night in Sutton. I was glad to get to my room and clean the cold, sticky cum of my clothes. The thought of Alicia was getting me hard again. God, she was beautiful. I hadn't had a girlfriend for a couple of years and was always too busy with work to find another one. OK, I wasn't the greatest physical specimen. I was 5 foot 8 and quite skinny. I could never put on weight when I tried to go to the gym. I had a nice face though but not in a ruggedly handsome way. Hell, I hardly even had any stubble. Still though Alicia might be just what I needed. At about 7 my hotel phone went and I met Alicia downstairs. She looked amazing and was wearing a checked plaid skirt with white tights white 4 inch heels and a white fluffy turtleneck jumper. "Come on, let's go," she said spinning swiftly on her heels allowing her skirt to flare up and expose the tops of white her white stockings. We walked up the road for a drink. The alcohol helped relax me and I at least managed a bit of a conversation with her. She told we that she had got her a-level results and was off to university in a few weeks to study English. We talked about her family and how much she admired her mother for being able to raise 2 kids that she had so young whilst working. After a couple of drinks she suggested that we went to the cinema as there was a new chick-flick she wanted to see. "Oh, I don't want to see some girly film," I protested. She pouted and said, "I will make it worth your while if you do," with a mischievous glint in her eye. When we got to the cinema she insisted that we bought 4 seats together at the very front of the cinema. "I like to put my feet up," she explained, "besides, it's not like you're short of cash or anything." She then made me buy her some popcorn, candy and a drink and carry them for her as she led the way into the cinema. I followed behind with my eyes transfixed on her pert ass cheeks swaying beneath her mini skirt. We sat down and watched the previews and I began to moan about how bad the film was going to be. With that she leaned over and rapidly stoked my hard cock through my jeans. Within a second I'd flooded my boxer shorts. "There, that should keep you calm," she mocked, "for a while at least." Just before the film started she coolly said, "Why don't you lie on the floor at my feet?" I was too shocked to say anything else. "Now" she said as she grabbed my balls and yanked them floor-wards. I was too confused with what was going on and I just complied. As soon as I was on the floor she shifted her legs upwards onto the spare seats we bought leaving me on the floor feeling more than a little stupid. "Ah, poor baby," Alicia giggled, "here," she said, throwing me down one of her high heels, "if you behave yourself maybe we can play after the film." I lay there not knowing what to do so I started licking her shoe. "Good dog," Alicia said attracting the attention of some of the nearby customers who laughed at my plight. I didn't know what to do so I continued to slurp at her shoe, licking the sole, sucking the heel and tenderly kissing the inside. The film seemed to fly by and in no time I heard Alicia say, "Come on you can get up now." We walked out of the cinema and back towards the hotel. When we got there she reached over and gave me a long deep kiss. "I best head home," she commented breaking our embrace. My disappointment was obvious. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said tossing her blonde hair back. I went to bed very confused by Alicia and her antics but still counting the seconds until I saw her again. __________ The next day Alicia picked me up at the hotel and drove to the shopping centre. She was dressed a bit more simply today in dark blue jeans with knee high brown boots over the top and a grey low cut jumper which displayed the top of her tempting breasts. When we arrived she explained, "You can take me shopping now you're so rich." So the day was spent going into many shops with Alicia seeming to buy enough clothes for years. "I need a whole new wardrobe for university - gotta try my best to look sexy," she said with a wink and a quick rub of my crotch. I turned me on immensely following her around like some puppy as she held up clothes against her and asked what I thought of them. My responses were always very sycophantic with me constantly telling her how gorgeous and pretty she was. She lapped up the compliments like someone who's obviously been told this a number of times. After a couple of hours I was laden with her shopping bags and we went into a Victoria's Secret. Again, Alicia was holding up the sexy garments to her asking what I thought. I could barely mumble my responses as I imagined what she would look like in the black silk nightie or the red corset. She just laughed at my awkwardness and began to lightly stroke my face with a pair of pink lace French knickers that she had picked up. "Don't they feel sooo soft?" she whispered in my ear. With her other hand she started slowing rubbing my crotch right there in the middle of the store. With my arms weighed down by the shopping bags I couldn't prevent her - not that I wanted to. As she continued to rub my face and crotch she carried on whispering in my ear about how she knew what was best for me and how happy I could be if I listened to her. I found myself agreeing with her. "Now," she commanded, "spurt for me." I began to orgasm right there in the shop and could feel the cum in my boxers. Alicia laughed and put the underwear she had been stroking my face with on my head like a hat and laughed as she spun off to pick out some more things. I just stood there shamefully. A few minutes later she called me over to the counter where she asked me to pay. The young sales girl who was about 20 started laughing when she saw the panties on my head. "Oh, and these as well," said Alicia as she picked the panties off my head and put them on the pile with the rest of the stuff she picked out. "Wow, someone's buying a lot of stuff," commented the sales girl. "Well, I've got to look sexy for my boyfriends don't I?" Alicia laughed as she nudged me. Not knowing what to do I let out a nervous laugh like an idiot. When we returned to the car Alicia said that she was only joking about other boyfriends and said that she really liked me and we could have a real future together. She dropped my off at the hotel and as I got out of the car she called out. I turned around and she threw the pink panties from the lingerie store at me. "Don't forget these," she chided as she pulled off in the car. ---------------------------------------------- About an hour later she called my mobile to say that she was busy that night, but she wanted to spend the day together tomorrow and take a trip to London. Despite being sad I was glad of the break as I'd already ruined all my clothes with her manipulations of me. It also, gave me some time to sort out some administrative things such as quitting work and taking transfer of the inheritance from my late father's estate. Later that evening I was dozing in front of the TV when my mobile went - it was Alicia. I was so elated when I saw her name that I couldn't pick up the phone quick enough. "Hey precious," she said "Hi, what are you up to?" I replied. I could hear some noise in the background that suggested she was in a pub. "Just out. Listen, get your (your?) panties from earlier." "Ok." "Now, put them on." "Come on Alicia, I don't really want to do that." "Listen," she said sternly, "I thought we'd agreed that you'd do what I say." "Yeah, but..." I weakly countered. "Well, then do as I say and put the panties on NOW!" I could hear laughter from a few people at the other end of the phone. I slid the pink lace up my legs and I must admit they felt great. "Ok - so tell me how they feel?" she teased. I told the truth, "They feel great - yeah." "See isn't it better when you just do what I tell you. Now, I want you to wear them all night and think about how it would feel if I was in the bed with you in matching panties," she said and hung up. Needless to say I was immediately hard and rather than just take off the panties I left them on and did as she instructed. ---------------------- I awoke in the morning with the panties sticky from my dreams of Alicia. How much control did this temptress have over me. I went back to London earlier than Alicia to sort some more bits of administration and met her at around 2ish in a swanky west end cocktail bar. We drank some cocktails and champagne and after a couple of hours we were quite tipsy. The conversation was largely light-hearted and I couldn't remember the last time I enjoyed myself this much. As Alicia snuggled up to me in the bar I felt the luckiest guy in the whole world. Nuzzling at my ear she began to tell me how much she wanted to have sex with me. I couldn't believe my ears and suggested that we could go to my place in Chelsea. "Well I'd like that," she started, "but I don't believe in the whole sex before marriage thing." "Well we could get married one day," I mused. "Really, is like that?" she said as she began rubbing my thigh. "If only we lived in Las Vegas we could get married right now," I joked. She sat up. "That's a great idea there must be a registry office or something in London." "Yeah, but..." I started but then I realised there was nothing stopping us. Sure it was a bit quick but the last few days had been the best of my life and I was completely infatuated by the beauty by my side. "Let's do it then," I said. Immediately we began to make plans. After a bit of bribery we managed to secure a spot at a registry office in Marylebone and a suite at the Dorchester for the honeymoon (and the sex). "Right I'll meet you there in 2 hours, I need to get a dress and you need to get me a big expensive ring," she commented holding her hand out. I handed over a couple of thousand pounds. "I suppose it'll have to do," she said haughtily as she left. ---------------- Despite having some time to think about what I was doing I was still convinced it was the right thing to do and turned up at the registry office with a ring that set me back ?100,000. Still, I was completely loaded now so money didn't mean anything. I waited around the office nervously thinking that maybe she'd done a runner but by heart jumped for joy as I saw her step out of a taxi wearing a simple white short dress, white tights and white high heels. "Wow," I said, "you look stunning." "We're a few minutes early, so let's go to the park and smoke this," she said producing a spliff. It was strong stuff and on top of the drink and excitement it went right to my head. We giggled our way back to the registry office hugging each other tightly on the way. The service passed in a bit of a haze and before I knew it we were signing the marriage certificate and off in a cab for the Dorchester. Once we got there Alicia said that she wanted to get ready for my big surprise (wink, wink) so I was to wait in the bar downstairs until she called. After about an hour (god, women take forever to get ready for anything) my mobile went and I galloped up the stairs as fast as I could to the room. I entered the suite and saw her stood near the bed. She looked amazing. She was wearing a black corset, which supported her breasts and showcased her narrow waist, black silk panties, black stockings connected to her corset, elbow length leather gloves, and thigh high black boots. Her dominatrix look was topped off with severe make up and her hair tied back tightly in a ponytail. She tapped her riding crop against the bed. "Strip, get your ass on there," she commanded. I couldn't get out of my clothes quickly enough and within seconds I was naked on the bed, my throbbing cock saluting her young beauty. She walked over to the bed and passed me a small mirror with some white lines already cut up on it. I greedily snorted then through the straw she passed me. Whilst my head was still swimming she took one of my hands and tied it to the bed's backboard using some pink ribbon. She then did the same with the other hand. "Don't worry," she soothed, "it's just to keep you out of mischief." With my hands immobilised she twisted one of my nipples and I let out a gasp. "Hush, or I'll give you something to shout about." She then went over to a bag and produced a paid of pink panties similar to the ones I wore to bed last night on her command. She also bought over a paid of pink fishnet stockings and a matching pink garter belt. "Now then," she said, "let's get you dressed for action." I was going to protest, but she seemed so regal and sure of herself that I knew protesting would be pointless. She then put the garments on me. I almost came when the pink panties hit my penis which just amused Alicia. She then took one of my legs and attached it to the backboard so that it was back over my head. "I..." I started, but she interrupted with a swipe of my crop against my crotch. "Remember, I'm in charge here," she said matter-of-factly. With that she secured my other leg to the backboard. I was a little scared as my ass was now completely exposed. She sensuously peeled off her black silk panties and stuffed them in my mouth, using some masking tape to keep them in place. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as she fiddled with something near her crotch. As I opened my eyes I was shocked to see a penis jutting out from her waist. It must be one of those strap-on things I thought reflecting on the kinkiness of this youngster. "Now then, we get to have sex," she said sadistically. I could see her though my legs as some put some jelly on her strap-on. I remarked to myself just how realistic the strap-on looked. Then as it got closer I realised it was real. I tried to scream, but with the panties gagging me it only came out as a faint moan. "Looks like you've seen your surprise," she smirked. I didn't have time to ponder what was going on (and in my drink and drug addled mind I don't think I could have made much sense of it) Alicia roughly entered me. She continued to drive into me very quickly and aggressively. The look on her face did not show much love. I continued to try to scream with the pain but my pleas were muffled. After about a minute my erection exploded over me. Given my position with my ankles up around my shoulders the load went all over my face and chest. Alicia laughed and must mumbled "pathetic" as she continued to pound my ass. After a few more minutes Alicia withdrew from my ass and spurted her hot cream all over my face and chest, adding to the mess that was already there. She then climbed off me and started waking towards the bathroom. I lay there stunned for a few seconds until I started to hear a slow hand clap from one of the wardrobes and cries of "well done" and "unbelievable." The voice sounded a bit like... no it couldn't be... the wardrobe opened and there was Catherine smiling triumphantly. "Well I never..." she laughed. She walked over to the bed and sat beside me. Although I couldn't speak the shock in my face was obvious. "I can see you weren't expecting to see me," she chided. I struggled pointlessly against the bonds. "Now then, I guess its time to explain," she started giving my exposed ass a light couple of smacks. "You see, I've never had that much money in my life. My parents threw me out of the house when I was 14 for sleeping with one of my neighbours. Even though he was a married man of 40 I was the one that was punished so I left and lived hand to mouth renting a grotty council flat and working as a waitress. I ended up having my first daughter at 14. I cant even remember the father. I just went to a club one night after drinking a bottle of vodka with the intention of having a baby so I could get some more government benefits. "Anyway. I had another baby, a boy this time, a year later with a local tough who was sort of like my boyfriend. However, he left soon after and so to cut costs and to piss him off I raised the baby as a girl. "I still wasn't happy with living in a shitty council estate with a couple of kids so I decided to get myself a job. I worked my way up in an office and did some evening classes and ended up working in an investment bank in the city. I knew that I could find a nice rich sugar daddy there and sure enough that's when I met your father. After a while of flirting and wearing short skirts and tight tops the old boy finally succumbed to my charms and we were all happy. "But then he had to have that stupid accident before I'd had enough time to change his will to make sure I got what I deserved. After all he had a few years of me looking after him and his needs if you know what I mean. "So that leads us to where we are now. As I'm sure you are aware the will was quite a convoluted document. One of the clauses stated that you would be struck out of the will if, now let me see..." she searched in her expensive Gucci handbag "'he becomes homosexual, descents to drug use or becomes otherwise morally corrupt'. Anyway, in such instances I receive your share of the will." My astonishment grew. "Yes, I thought that clause was very good and insisted that he should put it in there to keep you in check and, of course, to give me an advantage if I needed it. So, given that you have married a male and signed the wedding certificate it appears as though this would be enough for you to lose your inheritance. Just to be on the safe side though I thought the spliff and coke would ensure you violate the other condition. And, the coup de grace..." She got up and started moving a few things about to reveal a series of cameras around the room. "Yes, the whole scene has been filmed to prove that you are a homosexual. Now, before you think of doing something stupid the images have all been uploaded to an off-site server which my daughter will release on the web if anything were to happen." I started to feel sick as the gravity of the situation sank in. "So, the way I see it you have 2 choices: 1. You can take your chances with the inheritance trustees who I'm sure would take a dim view of the drug and gay sex thing and no doubt take your entitlement away leaving it with me. If you do this I will release the film of your ass getting screwed as well as making sure it is in the papers as to who you are. This would ruin your fathers name and legacy and no doubt destroy all the charity work he has done. I doubt after that whether you would get any further employment and would forever be remembered as a pansy. Or... 2. You can sign all your possessions, including yourself, over to me. I will take care of you and the whole mess can be kept private. You always thought you were so smart and better than me but I guess not. Anyway, I'm going to undo your gag so you can answer me. Now what do you want to do?" I knew I was hideously trapped and had no choice in the matter. Catherine leant over and undid my gag. "2," I said weakly. "Pardon?" "Option 2." "Option 2 what?" "option 2 please," I spat "Ask me nicely." "Please can I have option 2?" "You know this will mean that you will do everything I say no matter what or I'll kick you out and release the DVD of tonight's entertainment?" I just hung my head in shame. "Now if you beg me nicely and call me mummy we have deal." I couldn't believe her cheek. I wanted to scream at her but thought it might be best to bide my time. "Please mummy can you look after me?" I pleaded. Catherine made me repeat it a few times until she was happy there was sufficient enthusiasm in my voice. "Ok, seeing as you asked so nicely." she said. She then produced a needle from her handbag and injected my in the ass. "What was that?" I asked Catherine gave me a hard slap on the ass right where the syringe had gone in. "Don't ever speak to me without permission do you understand?" she screamed and spanked my ass a few more times. She then popped a couple of pills in my mouth and poured some water in my mouth to wash them down. With that she undid my bonds and threw me my clothes. I went to take off the underwear I was wearing but was cut off. "I don't think so. You can leave that mess on as a reminder of your position," commanded Catherine. I hung my head in shame as I got dressed. The bathroom door opened and Alicia came out dressed in her normal clothes. She looked at my with contempt and walked over to me and spat in my face. "Fucking loser..." she said as she walked on past me. We walked down to the car and as I went to get in, Catherine started to laugh. "I don't think so," she said, "get in the boot," and with that I had to climb into the boot of the car as we drove off for Catherine's house in Sutton. On the journey I had some time to contemplate what had happened in the last few hours. Only a while ago I was getting married to a gorgeous 18 year old with which to spend the rest of my life and my ?35m inheritance. Now, I was the victim of a scam which had lost me my girl, my fortune and control over my life. As we sped down the motorway I couldn't help but be worried as to what was going to happen next.