11 May 2020

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I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?

OK, I am confused

I'm back in Minneapolis with Mom now that there is a school here. Boarding was fun, but it is nice to go to school, fuck a bit, and come home to Mom. Oh, she's into it now too and, surprise, our house is a consulate. Shit. My first entry and I forgot to mention that this is Lizzie. My mom is the CEO of Target and will also take over Costco soon because their CEO is retiring.

I got home and there were a couple teenagers sitting in our living room talking to Mom. I have no idea why. They introduced themselves as Camron and Mona. Oh yeah, I'm a moaning.

Yeah, that didn't work.

Camron is a freaking stud. Black and beautiful. Mona is as white as white can be.

"You're a cute couple," I said. They both smiled.

"How did you know?" asked Mona. I just raised my eyebrows and she laughed.

"You're pretty darn cute yourself," said Camron. "Let's talk about why we're here. Maybe there will be a reason to celebrate."

"Do either of you have a cock?" I asked. Camron dutifully raised his hand.

"Then there is reason to celebrate," I said. They both laughed. Mom looked a little stricken.

"Come on Mom," I said. "You know all about my school. I just can't get you to visit. Camron and Mona are cute and sexy. Get undressed."

"Wait," said Camron. "You're pressuring her. That's not OK. Let's talk about what we came for and if your mom feels comfortable, then yes, we'd love that, but there is no pressure".

Shit.

"You're right and I was wrong. I'm sorry. I was trying for encouraging but managed to push too much," I said. "I'm sorry Mom."

Mom didn't answer. She started unbuttoning her blouse. We all just watched. Mom is a beautiful woman. She laughed and got into it and did a little striptease for us.

It was spectacular. We made Camron sit in a chair and Mom stripped for him. Then Mona did.

Then I did.

Then we all sat on the couch. I was in the middle. My hands strayed. Mom jumped a little, but Mona didn't. Which is how I managed to get them both off while Camron stripped. OK, I admit, they both went over when he dropped his underwear.

Camron has a nice cock. He does! So much for the meeting first.

Camron made us sit in a circle on the carpet and we had a talk about boundaries. Or we tried to.

Until Mom pushed Camron onto his back and climbed up and on. She was really bouncing, but Mona and I each managed to latch on to one of her nipples.

Mom simply exploded. Then Camron did. This time Camron pushed Mom back and sucked out every bit of his cum and kissed it to Mom. She freaking loved it. Thank goodness Camron recovers quickly. I duplicated Mom's move and she duplicated mine. It was sexy as hell having Mom and Mona suck my nipples. This time when Camron pushed me back, Mom had something to say.

"Stop," said Mom. "She's mine." Which is how my freaking Mom sucked Camron's cum out of me and kissed it to me. To me!

"I am taking tomorrow off and visiting your school," said Mom.

Damn. Mom's sometimes comfortable with it at home, and Earl is around a lot, but school? Damn.

Finally, we were sitting up again, but a bit sticky. What a way to jump right into the reason that Mona and Camron were here. OK, we all kind of liked it.

"Well," said Mona. "We're here to offer you a job Lizzie. It's a little weird, because I would work for you."

"What would she do?" asked Mom. I admit I stared at her.

"You're not objecting to me having a job?" I asked. "I'm stunned."

"Depends on the job," said Mom. "I don't want it to interfere with your schoolwork. But they wouldn't have come this far to offer you a bagging job at the grocery."

OK, that made us all laugh.

"To answer your question, I'm the Northern California district manager for Best Buy," said Mona. Say what? She'd report to me?

"If you're a DM, what the hell would my job be?" I asked. Camron laughed.

"Well, we need someone based in Minneapolis and yours was the first and only name suggested," said Camron. I admit I was lost.

"I bought Best Buy. You would be the CEO," said Camron.

Well sure. The CEO of Best Buy. Part-time. While I am in school. That's when I laughed, but no one else did.

"Now that's just silly," I said. Mom jumped in.

"No, it's not," said Mom. "You grew up to lead. You love the retail space. You've followed me around for years. You love tech too. You're perfect."

"Who are you and what have you done with my mom?" I asked.

"Listen. I find this world confusing, I do," said Mom. "But I see people your age succeed all over. Look at Ruby."

OK, we all moaned. Literally. All four of us. Ruby.

I moaned again.

"Sorry," I said, and everyone laughed.

"We get it," said Camron. "We do."

"That doesn't bother you Mona?" asked Cathy.

"You might have noticed I moaned too," said Mona. "You understand the culture."

"In no way do I understand the culture, but I can't deny results," said Cathy.

"So, what would you do first?" asked Camron. Shit, he was talking to me.

"The stores, overall, are OK, and are profitable. The look is a bit dated, so there needs to be a brand refresh, but that's manageable," I said. "The idea of the smaller stores was a good one, but most were either in traditional malls or strip malls, so whoever chose the locations needed to talk to a kid. Both are pretty dead locations, particularly the malls."

"OK," said Camron. "If you like the small stores, where would you put them?"

"That's easy," I said. "I'd put them in Costco and Target. Neither makes enough from electronics and computers. Rebranding that department as Best Buy in Target, just like CVS did with the pharmacies, would be huge. Same with Costco. It also increases Best Buy's buying power, but has negligible impact on either Target or Costco, since they weren't really profit centers anyway. Then again, I'd buy Walmart and do the same thing. You could do it for less than $400 billion." OK, I threw the last one in there to fuck with them.

"OK, what would you do after that?" asked Camron. Really? No mention of Walmart? Maybe they didn't hear me.

"Well, this is unrelated, so perhaps you don't want to hear more ideas outside of Best Buy," I said.

"Oh yes we do," said Mona. I loved that Mona was in charge, even though their relationship was still new.

"I'd buy the remnants of Sears. Their stores are terrible and in bad locations, but their name is meaningful," I said. "I'd rebuild it as an online competitor to Amazon. I'd use it as a consolidator for your other brands, like Target, Costco, and Best Buy. The exclusive online outlet of Zara. The easiest way to buy a car and have it delivered. Then again, I'd buy Home Depot and combine it with Lowe's. Keep the brands separate but combine the buying power with your other properties. It should all be in your retail family. Leverage the hell out of it."

"Language," said Mom. OK, we all laughed.

"That all sounds good," said Camron. "OK."

"What do you mean OK?" I said. "I suggested buying both Sears and Walmart. Oh, and Home Depot."

"Yes," said Camron.

Just then, the door opened, and Ruby walked in.

Yes, we all moaned again, and she laughed.

"Later," said Ruby. "Oh, we will, just later." Particularly given that Hunter and Tomas were with her. Damn.

They all noticed we were still naked, and a bit sticky, so they did the obvious thing. They waited while we showered and got dressed again.

Yeah, you didn't buy that, did you? They stripped and sat down in the circle with us.

"Best meeting I have ever attended," said Mom. Damn! Mom!

"Your ideas are really good Lizzie. We're going to use them as the basis for a new structure in our organizations," said Ruby. No one commented that Ruby wasn't in the room to hear my ideas. "You've clearly got fabulous ideas, so we want you to run with them. So, here's the plan. We're going to restructure into product and retail. Hunter is going to run all product, including manufacturing. Tomas is going to run retail. Both reporting to me. Cathy, let's continue the plan for you to have both Target and Costco, but let's add Home Depot as soon as we can pick them up. Manda will pass you Lowe's. Lizzie let's use Best Buy as your first makeover. You run it, at least for now, but also buy Sears and start the online store. We'll connect you with Belen, since access to some of our cooler cars should be exclusive. Oh, and buy Walmart."

Oh, and buy Walmart. Say what?

I kid you not, just then Sophia walked in the room. I've never met her, but she is pretty freaking famous. She took one look at the group and laughed.

And stripped. Oh. My. God.

"The business portion of the meeting is over. Ruby and Hunter, you have to leave, and you know it," said Sophia. "You're cabinet members. You can't run businesses."

Ruby started to talk, and Sophia waved her off.

"Save it," said Sophia. "You need to do the job you're doing."

"That's not what I was going to talk about," said Ruby, who then crawled across the floor and pushed Sophia on to her back and laid right on top of her. We then got a clinic in two women pleasing each other. Which led to Mom pushing me over and Mona pushing Camron. Those two were doing entirely different things and we learned a few things there too. When Mom would let me up to watch.

The most interesting was that Tomas pushed over Hunter.

Damn.

Finally, Hunter and Ruby took a shower and left together. Their shower took over an hour. Tomas didn't seem to mind. He stayed with us. Mom called him on it.

"You're cool with your wife back there with Hunter," said Mom. Tomas laughed.

"Sure," he said. "I also know I'd be welcome to join them just as any of you would be. I spent last weekend on the space station with just Hallie. We're all friends. The fact that we fuck too is just a bonus."

"Now that's a bonus structure I could support," said Mom.

"Mom, you really do need to spend more time at school. There are a lot of hunky single dads," I said. "Hell, Marcie's dad is moan worthy. You know that." Mom moaned, which seemed encouraging.

"You're not going to play matchmaker, young lady," said Mom.

"Why not?" asked Mona. "If she thinks you might be good together, how does it hurt to waste an hour having coffee? I would think the recommendation of Lizzie would be an endorsement."

Mom looked thoughtful.

"Are you just saying I should meet him because he is a hunk or because he is a genuinely good person and you think our interests would mesh?" asked Mom. I laughed.

"Yes," I said, smiling. "He's the new CEO of General Mills. He was the COO, but the CEO and a bunch of other people were arrested." For some reason Sophia moaned.

Hell yes, we all looked at her.

"We bought General Mills. I did that negotiation," said Sophia. "He is the sweetest, nicest guy you'll ever meet. His entire focus in talking to us about taking it over was on the employees and the communities in which they operate. He barely mentioned profit. In fact, I don't think he did mention profit. I suppose I should add that he is beyond gorgeous. I haven't seen him out of a suit, but I'd love to see him out of a suit. His daughter goes to your school Lizzie?"

"Yeah, Marcie. We're BFFTF," I said. Oops. Well, maybe no one will ask.

"What's BFFTF?" asked Mom. Sure, it had to be Mom. I took a deep breath.

"Best friends forever that fuck," I said. Mom smiled.

"That's nice sweetie," said Mom. She laughed when I stared. Then her eyes got bright.

"Does Marcie's dad volunteer at the school?" asked Mom. Well, here is the entrance to the next rabbit hole.

"Frequently," I said.

"And does he fuck you and Marcie?" asked Mom, with almost a smirk.

"Frequently," I said, matching her smirk. This new mom was wonderful.

"Well, if you recommend him and have regularly experienced him and Sophia likes him, I guess I need to meet him," said Mom.

Suddenly Sophia moaned and rocked through a small orgasm. That was weird. We all looked at her.

"Sorry," she said. "I just realized we could have met at the school."

"Damn," said Mom. We all just stared. I have never, ever heard her swear. I couldn't resist.

"Language," I said. Yeah, we all broke up.

"Can I clarify a few things?" I asked. They all looked and me and nodded.

"I work for Tomas, currently running Best Buy during a brand refresh that I'm driving. Concurrently with that, I am acquiring Sears and starting the online store, and buying Walmart and would be expected to run it. During this, we would be building out pop-up Best Buys in all the Targets, Costcos, and now Walmarts. Sam's Club too, I suppose. Do I have that right?" I asked.

"Sounds right," said Tomas.

"It is," said Sophia.

Then they stopped. And smiled. At me. I turned and Mom was just smiling at me too. They all were.

"OK," I said, to everyone's surprise. "But my first official duty is that I can't realistically run all that concurrently during all those acquisitions. So, I am formally offering the position of Best Buy CEO, reporting to me, to Mona.

"Can't do it. I live in San Francisco with Camron and Akira," said Mona. "I'm not moving."

"Do you have a space plane, and can you fly it?" I asked. She laughed.

"Yes," she said.

"So, your house to the main office would be under twenty minutes?" I said. Mona smiled, clearly catching on.

"How many people can boast of a commute that is less than twenty minutes?" I said. "And be honest, your style is going to include spending damn near all your time out in the stores, working through the brand changes personally. You'll be the head evangelist."

"You expect me to visit 997 stores?" asked Mona.

"Don't you mean 15,351?" I asked.

"Best Buy, Target, Costco, Walmart," said Mona. "Well, at four a day, that's about ten and a half years. It might slow the rollout. And that's seven days a week."

"OK, maybe you need a little team," I said, laughing.

"OK," said Mona. "I'll do it." She turned to Camron with a little trepidation. You could see it. He could see it. He had the biggest smile you've ever seen. He opened up his arms wide and she walked right in. They just hugged so hard and he was whispering to her. Suddenly she laughed and pushed him away and swatted him on the butt, while they both laughed. They both turned to us and we all just looked. Mona actually blushed. It was so damn cute.

"He said he was coming on every visit, but we had to fuck in every store," she said.

"Even your store visits are more fun than mine," said Mom.

Said. Mom.

"I would think that Brant visits your stores to see his product placement," said Sophia.

"One would think," said Mom. Oh. My. God.

What a pace

Good grief. The pace! It is so damn fun. I bought Walmart yesterday and I am on my way to Arkansas. Now that's not a sentence I ever expected to write.

Arkansas? How can that not be pronounced Arkan-sass? -saw. Why?

With me is the lead of the transition team, Benito. You may remember him. He is Freja's kid. Now I just met all of them and it was pretty freaking mind-bending. Let's just say our hotel rooms might have connecting doors.

"Oh, not a hotel," said Benito. "I bought a house. It is a small little place, but not far and on 112 acres. Probably a tear down. I haven't even seen it yet, but it is furnished so we can stay there tonight. I already made it a consulate."

This dude is prepared. I looked over and he was giving me a sly smile.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'm in. Or more accurately, you're in." That made him laugh and he has a nice laugh.

"My dad is a contractor. I learned a lot about designing and building homes. I figured I'd be here for a while, so maybe I'd have some fun," said Benito. I like Benito. Yeah, yeah, that way, but he is a genuinely nice guy. He's not bothered at all that I am his boss either. I have not met a single man of any age that is a part of the Dionysus world that is anything but respectful and supportive of women. There are no gender disparities in this culture. Heck, if anything it is a bit matriarchal. A ton of women are in key positions. Pari, Sophia, Ruby.

President Chris. OK, I have not actually met President Chris.

"She hates to be called that," said Benito, with a smile. "Just Chris. She says it over and over. You'll like her." He pulled out his phone and sent a flurry of texts.

"I hope you don't mind, but I was a bit spontaneous," said Benito. "Chris and Noah are going to come for dinner and spend the night."

I am officially speechless.

"You were spontaneous in inviting the President of the United States and her husband to dinner and to spend the night," I said. He smiled and nodded.

"OK," I said. "If you're up for it, I'm up for it." He laughed.

"You are so damn fun," he said, giving me another smile.

Me? Nerdy girl that barely had friends? OK, I admit, I put a few of my old nemeses on the email distribution list for any press release that mentioned me. Is nemeses a word? Nemisi? Whatever.

Benito burst out laughing.

"That is so wonderfully passive-aggressive," he said. "Simply amazing."

"One of the girls actually replied congratulating me and apologized for her behavior. She shared that she wasn't part of that crowd anymore and that she understood better than she wished she did because they had ostracized her," I said. "She asked me to keep her on the distribution list and has sent a nice note after everyone."

"Invite her to dinner," said Benito. "I'll have a pilot bring her down. I'll ensure they get permission from her parents to spend the night. Then you need to move her to the Minneapolis school."

Damn, I do. Fuck, why didn't I think of that?

"Because you're new to the culture," said Benito. "You'll get there quickly. The right answer is always the answer that helps someone." Damn. It is that simple, isn't it?

"But I was planning on a wild night," I said, smiling.

"You might get it, you might not, but this is still a good thing to do," he said. He had me there. I sent her a quick text inviting her to dinner and shared that the President would be there. Benito tapped me on the shoulder and showed me his phone screen. Well, that should solve the problem of convincing her parents to let her spend the night.

Chris was going to pick her up.

She texted back that it was an amazing invitation, but her parents would never agree.

I replied that the President would be picking her up personally.

There was quite a gap before she replied.

"Sorry. Stunned me a bit there," replied Abigail. She's Abigail. "I asked my parents and they said no. Then I told them who was picking me up. They were a bit stunned too, but agreed. I assured them there would be Secret Service to keep me safe."

I replied and we worked out the details. She sent one more text.

"Is the house where we'll be staying a consulate?" she asked.

I think tonight was going to still be fun. I admit I have lusted after Abigail for a long time. Yeah, boys and girls. Come on.

"I want to get to know everyone tonight, but hope I fall asleep with you," she sent.

"Guaranteed," I replied. I got a smiley back just as we landed at the house. Sure, a tear down. Just a little place.

"This is a little place?" I asked. Benito laughed.

"By Bob's standards, yes. It's a 5 bedroom, 4 bath, and 4,500 square feet. I'll likely make it the staff house," said Benito.

"Sure, sure, the staff," I said, laughing. He just looked at me and smiled.

"You'll get there. In fact, have you hired an assistant team and a chief of staff yet?" asked Benito. He waited me out.

"Oh, come on," I said.

"Do you think the CEO of Walmart has a chief of staff and more than one assistant?" asked Benito.

"Of course!" I said. "He's the CEO of Walmart. Duh."

"He reports to you," said Benito, softly.

Holy fuck.

"Can I do this?" I asked. Benito smiled and waited me out again. Well played Benito.

"I can do this," I said. I can.

Benito took that moment to kiss me. I don't know why. I am thrilled that he did.

Just then the plane announced we were landing.

"Too bad we don't have time for a lap," said Benito, with a silly leer.

"Don't worry. You'll be in bed with Abigail and me tonight," I said. Yeah he moaned and he hadn't even met Abigail. I'll take that as a compliment.

"You should," he said. I'm still getting used to that.

We walked through this dump of a house and it was freaking wonderful. Yeah, yeah, small. Bigger than my house. OK, Mom's house.

"You know this is a wonderful house," I said.

"Better than I expected, I admit," said Benito. "All it needs is someone to christen the master bedroom with me."

It seemed like a good time for me to drop my dress. His gasp seemed spontaneous. Given that he instantly got hard, I was taking the combination as a compliment. He dropped his clothes too.

Damn. Just damn. Well-built. Trim. Nice cock. Yum. Yeah, I knew that already. He picked me up and I'm not small. He carried me down the hall and into the master and laid me on the bed.

He started by going down on me. It was simply incredible. His tongue. His fingers. His elbow.

What's up with the elbow? Although I have to admit, when he pushed against my clit with his elbow, I had an orgasm that might be the most powerful I've ever had. Benito got up onto his arms and cocked his head.

"Interesting," he said, smiling. I just let it slide. Then he slid up and in. There was something just different about this. I can't explain it, but there was a closeness that I've never felt before and I take advantage of the wrestling room.

No. Could it be?

Maybe.

We ended up killing most of the afternoon, but I made him stop after two. We have a lot of fun people visiting. He wanted to keep going, but I reminded him.

"You're a pretty thoughtful person Lizzie," said Benito, with a smile. Then he went down on me again.

My scream might have woken the dead. Do we have time for a nap?

"No," said Benito. "We barely have time for a shower. Go shower in the bedroom next door or we'll never be done in time." He has a fair point. Chris had told Benito that it was romper casual. I do like a nice romper. Particularly one that is slightly too small. It is kind of a Dionysus uniform. We barely had time to get dressed when we heard a plane land. It's kind of a whoosh and that's all. We walked outside and waited for the door to open. Benito took my hand. It just felt natural. The door dropped and off came Abigail. Wearing the exact same romper. She walked up and gave me a hug and then gave Benito a hug. Well, she'll fit in well.

"Oh no, we're in matching outfits," said Abigail. "One of us will have to take theirs off."

"Keep your clothes on, Abigail," said Chris. "At least until we're inside." We did the introductions and I had to force myself to not bow. She's a freaking princess and the president.

We chatted for a bit and finally walked in the front door. Chris and Abigail's rompers didn't make it three feet into the house.

Neither did mine. For that matter, neither did the clothes that Noah and Benito were wearing. There was a gorgeous young Secret Service agent with them, and she didn't drop her clothes.

Dammit.

"You'll get your chance," said Chris.

Benito led the way right into the master bedroom.

Abigail is fun. So are Chris and Noah.

Benito tells me I should move the rest of this to a new journal entry. I do what Benito wants. Particularly when we're naked. Which appears to be most of the time.

The Dionysus Paralympic Training Institute

Amara here. I just wanted to share a story about a passion of mine. No, sorry, not much sex, but not all our stories are about sex. OK, most of our stories are about sex.

I am the new managing director of the Dionysus Paralympic Training Institute, or DPTI. After we went snow skiing, I realized that my disability didn't have to prevent me from participating in athletics. Now the winter games don't fit into the Dionysus weather very well, but the summer games sure did. I started learning more and more about what I could do and the sports themselves and it became important to me. In fact, if you go to the Paralympics website and look at the sponsors, you'll see the lead sponsor is the Amara Foundation. It embarrasses me, but when Morgan found out about what I was doing, she thought it would be great to support with the Hayden Foundation, but asked me if it would be OK if we setup a foundation for me. I didn't quite understand it, but she said that Hayden was getting all the publicity and she wanted to establish more brands. I guess I am a brand now, and yes, I laughed when I typed that. I am actually the director of my foundation too. Morgan left it to me to decide how to spend the money she used to fund it.

A billion dollars, with a B. That's pressure. She coached me that I should keep my donations under $70 million in the first year and the fund would grow. She also anticipated that I would receive additional donations, once the word of my focus spread. Yeah, she underestimated the interest and her friends' network, because it broke $2 billion later in the same week. My first donation was to the Paralympics federation, but when I talked to Morgon about building a training institute, she couldn't have been more excited and interested. She offered to help in any way that she could and mentioned that a training center didn't require Hayden money, I could just have it built. I shared that this would cost hundreds of millions of dollars to do well and she just smiled and shrugged.

I could spend hundreds of millions of dollars without asking anyone. That's freaky.

Speaking of freaky, we were going to have to be extremely careful with both the staff and the athletes that were training. This was Dionysus and if you didn't understand that, you didn't work or train here.

Oh, I should give credit where credit is due. My good friend Estaban actually suggested the idea of the DPTI. I don't think he believed it would be possible, but it was a fair ask. I met him at the school in London where he led the Ride for the Disabled program. He's a disabled athlete too. He's from Los Angeles originally and lost most of his right leg to an IED in Iraq. He is one of the most upbeat guys I have ever met and has really helped me understand that my limitations were not insurmountable. He'd moved to Madrid and set up the riding program there too.

He's also, um, skilled. Yeah, skilled. You can ask Tavi too. Skilled.

So, what did I do first? I stole Estaban from the Madrid school and offered him a job as the director of training. I gave him a nice house too, because, apparently I could. We started spending time figuring out what we wanted to do and what we wanted to build. We wouldn't tackle all the sports at once but would work our way through them. Our order was a combination of popularity and, well, things we liked. We quickly figured out we didn't have a clue what we were doing. So, we did what every team that had a few hundred million to spend would do.

Oh, that's not completely fair. We chose a place to build the facility and knew it was going to be big. When I shared with Ruby what I was doing, she gave me a big smile. She wouldn't even tell me why. She made me go with her on the hyperloop. We went out to the airport island, but we didn't get off at the last stop at the airport.

She just smiled again. Wait, the train kept going past this stop. Another big smile. We went another five or ten kilometers and then we were in the most elaborate station on the entire network. She took me outside and there was...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. A big field, a nice forest, it was beautiful but why the heck was there a hyperloop stop in the middle of a field?

Oh.

"You had them build a hyperloop stop in the middle of nowhere," I said. Ruby smiled again.

"You knew I'd build this?" I asked. She just shook her head no.

"You knew you had to build it, but you didn't know why?" I asked. She smiled again. Oh hell, that got her a big hug. Then she helped me out of my scooter down onto the soft grass. She was better at telekinesis than I was. We had to christen the new facility, right? My lord Ruby was good at this and I seemed to make her feel good too. Before we knew it an hour had passed. Then another hour.

Finally, we headed home. I had my location.

Next we googled world-class Paralympics training facilities. Oh, we had some help, because our two-person team quickly became a four-person team when Morgon insisted the DPTI needed a dedicated assistant. Sure. We all seemed to love assistants. I put a help-wanted ad on the island website, looking for an assistant with a background or interest in athletics. Experience with athletics for the disabled was a plus, but not required. It was a part-time position and we would work around school, if the winning applicant was in school.

Given the narrow focus of the ad, we didn't get flooded with applicants, but did get twenty or thirty. Estaban and I quickly weeded through them and interviewed six of them. The winner could not have been more obvious, or I guess I should say winners. What is it about twins here? Our new hires were Clare and Clint. They are 10-year-old twins and freaking adorable. Clare was right at 5'0" tall, with small breasts, maybe even AAA. She was thin and athletic and played football, you know, soccer, and tennis. Clint was maybe an inch taller, a few pounds heavier, but lean and muscular for his age. He played tennis and basketball. In fact, they were the winning doubles team in tennis for their age group on the islands. All of that would likely have gotten them the job, but what really pushed them over the top was that their dad Holden was a retired world-class Paralympic athlete, who competed in the triathlon and tennis. Both kids trained with him and understood the intricacies of a Paralympic athlete. When you add in that their mom Rosalee was a retired wheelchair athlete in rowing and archery, both sports the kids also did, it was an obvious slam dunk.

Oh, did we mention that Holden and Rosalee were Estaban's next hires, after we cleared it with Clare and Clint that they would be OK working with their parents? Hey, they were hired first and, you know, parents. They'd laughed when we asked and assured us that they loved spending time with their parents, and it was really clear that they meant that in every possible way.

We were going to have a fun team. I suppose I could mention that everything I have written so far was done while Clare was going down on me. I did have to stop a couple of times when my orgasms got too strong. Orgasms. Plural.

Back on track. Today we're leaving for a tour of the United States. I'm very excited because I have never been. The only country I have been to in the Western Hemisphere is Chile, when we went skiing. Clint had found a good set of outstanding training centers and had planned for us to tour the facilities and speak with their leadership. A part of me hoped it would be a recruiting trip too, but we'd have to be careful. Clare had vetted the list of people we were meeting with Jackson and damn near all of them were OK. Disabled athletes are a freaky bunch.

Yay!

I'll bet you were wondering about the logistics, but I was flying us. Yes, I was. Ruby, being Ruby, had worked with the factory to build me a custom E-82 and yes, I'm trained to fly it. It has hand controls adapted from a helicopter. It worked quite well and is easy to fly. Rylee had designed some custom AI to let the computer control do more for me. We all recognized her tech was going to revolutionize flying. It even carries my adapted Lincoln Navigator in it. It worked with a remote, so I actually got in the SUV, then it lowered, and I could drive off. You've read about the cars dropping from the planes. What made mine different was the flexibility of new modules. I don't know why I am telling you any of this. I'm pretty sure you already know all of this. I forget almost everyone reads every journal entry. Well, we do. There are some cool pods I don't think anyone shared but I'll leave that.

Now we really didn't have to bring my truck, because Clint and Clare could drive, but renting a car for a 10-year-old just wasn't possible. Just the three of us were going, because Estaban had other commitments. We'd go back again later. We'd made significant donations to each facility, so they were very open to our visits. A million here and a million there will do that for you.

We were off now to the west coast of the US to the Chula Vista Olympic training center outside of San Diego. The family owned a home in San Diego, so we would do our visit and spend the night. They bought the house for Comic-con. Sure. We landed in the parking lot of the training center and lowered the pod, but right now all I needed was my scooter, which was, of course, on the back of the Navigator. We'd drawn a crowd, and a man came forward, once I was settled on my scooter, and introduced himself as Mat, with one T, who was the director of the facility.

"It's a pleasure to have you visit, and we want to thank you again for your generous gift," said Mat. I laughed a bit, and so did the kids.

"Well, it does open doors," I said, with a smile.

"We'd be honored to give you a tour. From what you described, you will be building a training facility that will put ours to shame, and focuses exclusively on disabled athletes," said Mat.

"Yes," I said. "At least for now. We're building it as multi-purpose, but with a huge emphasis on the disabled athlete. Once we understand better and succeed with the training facility, we'll be retrofitting every gym in the kingdom to be even more inclusive, although all do provide a full fitness regimen to the disabled. What we don't know is what we don't know. We're in learning mode now but will soon be in building and recruiting mode. We'll need to relocate large numbers of qualified staff. Are you aware of the unique characteristics of our nation?"

Well, his cock answered by immediately getting hard. It was pretty obvious, even though he was in a scooter not that much different than mine. Except for the hover part. I admit I laughed. I looked directly at his cock.

"I believe you've already answered the question," I said. Clare looked around to ensure no one was watching and walked over and squeezed his cock. Yeah, that got a moan.

"Yep, he's aware," she said, with a laugh. He let out a bigger groan. No surprise there.

"Is there someplace private we could meet before the tour?" asked Clare. Mat looked at me with raised eyebrows and I just smiled and nodded. Off we went to Mat's office, and you could clearly hear the snick of the door lock. Clare had his cock out in a flash and was deepthroating him. Clint wasn't about to be left out, so his cock was in my mouth. He helped me off my scooter and down onto the carpet. Clint was just pounding me when I looked over and realized Mat was right next to me and Clare was bouncing up and down on him. I turned and used my hand to pull his face closer. Oh yeah, I'm a good kisser and he was too.

Clare and I both went over, which resulted in us both getting filled up. Clare just climbed up his body and lowered herself onto Mat's mouth. Oh yeah, cleanup was cool for him and Clint did the same for me.

What a nice introduction! Now we really shouldn't have done it and got a little carried away. We're not used to being somewhere that would frown on what we just did. Then again, Mat seemed happy.

Then we finally toured the facility. From the look we got from his assistant when we left his office, this wasn't the first time that Mat had fun at work. She was adorable and wearing shorts and a workout bra. Her rock hard nipples were pushing that bra top out pretty far. I already knew she was OK. I already knew every single employee here was OK. I introduced myself and she said her name was Katy. I knew that but didn't feel the need to tell her.

"Are you just into boys or do you like girls too?" I asked, being bolder than I usually am. She didn't answer directly. She leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss and squeezed my left breast.

"Take the tour," said Katy. "Then come back." Then she winked at me. I didn't answer. I reached out and stroked her clit through her shorts. Yeah, that got a moan. I'm good at it.

The tour

Damn this place is nice. I could get everywhere, which still startles those of us that are not American. The rest of the world is not as disabled friendly. It is both an Olympic and Paralympic training facility but given the disabled athletes it was state of the art in accommodations too. We got good ideas we would spread through other construction too, even homes. I arranged that Chloe and Ben could come visit to learn too. They're leading the design but had brought in someone with experience too.

I'm sure you don't really want me to narrate the tour of a training facility, but it is quite nice. All on a beautiful manicured 155 acres. I don't exactly know how big an acre is, but it was a nice size.

"Do you have a location chosen?" asked Mat.

"Yes," I said. "It's very nice and completely undeveloped."

"How many acres do you have available?" he asked. I looked at Clint and he laughed.

"Let me figure that out. I only know it in square kilometers," said Clint.

"Square kilometers plural?" said Mat.

"Yes," said Clint. "We're barely touching the space, so we can grow if necessary. It appears to be a little over 24,000 acres. It's ten by ten."

"Ten by ten?" asked Mat.

"Ten kilometers by ten kilometers but as I said, it is a fraction of the available space," said Clint.

Mat just looked at me and I smiled.

"Do you have a defined budget?" asked Mat.

"Not really," I said.

"So, you'll need to do fund raising?" asked Mat.

Clint and Clare laughed.

"No," said Clare. "What she meant is that we don't have the constraints of a budget. We're thinking we can start with a few hundred million and grow from there."

Mat just stared at her.

"You have access to hundreds of millions of dollars," stated Mat. They laughed again. I think they realized they shouldn't have.

"Sorry, we're not trying to be disrespectful at all," said Clare. "Our world is just so different, and we're used to it. Amara is in the inner circle. She's an original. She can tap the Dionysus treasury for anything she wants. That's in addition to the Amara Foundation, which is quite well funded."

"Let's use an example," said Clint. "We love local charities. You're valued member of the community. What's a lesser known charity that you think is doing amazing work?"

"Well," said Mat. "I'm a big supporter of our local library. They do so much for the community. I volunteer for the San Diego Public Library foundation. We're doing a big fund raiser to really upgrade the tech in all the libraries. Our goal is $500,000."

Clint pulled out his phone and was sending a text. I knew it was to Jason, who could disburse funds from Hayden. This would be a Hayden one, I'd bet. He turned the phone towards me, and it showed a $500,000 donation. I held out my hand for the phone and changed $500K to $10 million and handed it back. Clint smiled at me and send the text.

It wasn't three minutes later that Mat's phone just blew up.

"Excuse me, something must be quite important," he said, pulling out his phone. His expression quickly changed from disbelief to stunned.

"The head of the library group and about forty other people, are telling me that a significant donation was made in my name just moments ago to our technology fund," he said, barely able to speak. "This can't be right, but they're all quoting the number. Is that what you just did on your phone? Sent a freaking $10 million donation in my name?"

"Sure," said Clint.

"It's a good cause," said Clare.

Well, it is.

"You could have made the point with less money," said Mat.

"Yes, we could have," I said. "And Clint and Clare were. That wouldn't have made the point I was trying to make. Don't get me wrong, it's a worthy cause and we're thrilled they're going to be able to do more. That, however, was purely an example of the access to funds available to the Director of the center we're building on one of our islands off Greece. It's the first of many. Any interest in our islands?"

Well the fact that he got hard again could have been an indicator.

"Are you offering me the job?" he asked.

Clare and Clint were looking at me quite confused.

"Estaban is the overall director now," I said, to them. "This is the first, not the last, facility."

"I don't even know what to say. It's a big ask," said Mat. "My family lives here. They're my support."

"How many in your family?" said Clare.

"That's a pretty long list depending on how you define family," said Mat. "Immediate family, just my mom and dad, plus a sister, her husband and their kids."

His cock was really throbbing, particularly when he mentioned the kids. I leaned over closely.

"Dude, what you're enjoying the hell out of here is going to cause problems. It's not on Dionysus. It's encouraged," I said. Then I sat back up.

"That's not a big list," I said.

"I include the athletes here. They're my family. I hate the idea of losing them," said Mat.

This time Clare held up her phone. It was a text to Jason to buy this facility. Well that's a solution, so I nodded.

"OK, no pressure," I said. "Let's do the tour." He led us on an extensive tour of the facility. One thing I could immediately tell was he needed a hover chair. Even with the best accessibility in the world, the hover chair is helpful. Clare leaned down and whispered that she was having a hundred of them delivered. Well, OK. It seemed like a great idea.

The facility truly was outstanding, and Mat pointed out the areas where it had to be done differently for a Paralympic athlete. Some were obvious, but many were more subtle. Early in the tour we asked him to point out areas he would do differently if he did it again and had fewer financial limitations.

Cause he was going to have fewer financial limitations. We were nearing the end of our tour when a plane floated down. We knew why but Mat didn't.

I think he was going to be happy. The doors opened and out ran Nylah. Colby waved from the cockpit and we all waved back, including Mat, although his expression was confusion. Nylah ran up and handed me the packet and gave us all quick hugs and ran back to the plane. She dropped into the co-pilot seat and the plane took off. Then it took off like a bat out of hell. I mean just shot away. I should mention they also brought a new hover chair.

I gave Clare and Clint a smile.

"Did two little kids just land a space plane?" asked Mat. "That can't be right. The little girl even hugged me. What the fuck?"

We all laughed.

"That little girl was Princess Nylah and her co-pilot was her twin brother Prince Colby. They were doing me a favor and dropping off this packet," I said. I opened it and slid the papers out. There was even a nice summary memo on top. I started to hand the packet to Mat.

He was still looking at the hover chair. Clint moved it over and helped Mat transfer. He showed him how to add the app to his phone and the basic controls. I admit watching him zoom around on his chair for a few minutes, with a truly joyful expression, simply made my day.

"I cannot believe you brought this for me. Clint even said it never needs to be charged. Never!" said Mat. We spent a few minutes on his questions and then I really did hand the packet to Mat. He pulled out the papers and read the cover memo. The blood drained from his face. Then he started crying. I started to move my chair over, but Clare beat me to it. She climbed up into his lap and hugged him tight and let him cry it out. A small crowd developed but waited quietly. They were concerned but not intrusive. In other words, really nice people. Most, but not all, were disabled athletes.

"Can I announce this," asked Mat, of me, as soon as he recovered. Clare didn't even move. I think it helped. She smiled at him and nodded.

Then she gave him a kiss. Once hell of a kiss. I believe that might have made a bit of a point, don't you think?

Once he came up for air, Mat spoke.

"Our center is now a part of the Dionysus Paralympic Training Institute. The center is owned by the country of Dionysus. Everyone will continue in their current role at a significant salary increase. No, make that a fucking unbelievable salary increase. In addition, we are now part of their universal healthcare system and everything we need will be covered at 100%. Any of you that have medical debt, it has been paid and your credit rating restored. I'll post all this information on our internal website," said Mat. "Oh, and they have committed to a spend over $500 million on our center."

That figure got a gasp.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked.

"A couple things," I said. "First, everyone associated with the facility, including those chosen to train here, that requires the use of a wheelchair will be provided a hover chair like Mat's and mine." That got me a cheer. You ain't seen nothin' yet.

"And finally," I said. "Since this is now Dionysus property, the laws and rules of Dionysus apply."

Did I mention they have a youth athlete program? Yeah, they do.

A young woman walked up. I'd say she is 10 or so. She has a prosthetic foot, with one of those cool springy things. I should learn what they're called. She walked right up to Mat.

"Do you have any boundaries?" she asked, of Mat.

"For you I have no boundaries," he said, clearly in lust.

She leaned down and worked a bit to skin off his shorts and underwear. But she was faking it. She had levitated him just enough to pull them off and not so much for him to realize it. That takes control. No one else would realize, except Clint and Clare. Not even Mat.

She got them off and there was Mat, bottomless, with a rock hard cock. The girl dropped her own shorts and skinned off her top. Damn. Nipple bumps. We all love nipple bumps. She climbed up and when she sat right down on his cock, everyone erupted into cheers. Clint and Clare were somewhere. I looked around and they were both on their knees just getting pounded. I heard a voice.

"Ma'am," said a young boy. "Would you like to be with me? I don't know much, but I'm eager to learn." He is so freaking adorable.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Neo," he said, smiling. I'll bet he'd heard every Matrix joke, so I didn't go there.

"I would love that, little buddy, more than you can imagine, but I think our both being in a chair might limit us," I said. "Have you ever?" I just left it there.

He shook his head no and looked sad. He perked up a bit though.

"You didn't make a Matrix joke. Everybody does," he said, and I just shook my head no and he laughed.

"Do you know much about the people in our country?" I asked and he laughed.

"I kind of stalk you all," he said.

"If you could pick anyone you know to be your first, who would it be?" I asked.

"You mean my second choice?" he said, with a smile.

"Smooth dude," I said. "Have you cum today?"

He looked a little shocked, but shook his head no.

"How many times can you reliably cum?" I asked. He blushed bright red.

"Trust me," I said. "It's a good thing to answer." He smiled.

"Six, sometimes seven," he said. "I cum too."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"8," he said. Cool. Cum at 8.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked. He blushed again. I just raised my eyebrows.

"We have single sex dorms," he said. "I've been fucked, and I've fucked a boy, but never a girl."

"Hey Mat," I yelled. Clint had to pull his cock out of Mat's mouth so he could answer.

"Yeah," he said. "A little busy." Given Clare was bouncing on his cock, I'd keep this short.

"We don't have single sex dorms," I said. "We'll help you pick roommates."

You can imagine the cheer.

The first little girl ran over to me.

"Can I be Mat's roommate?" she asked.

"That's up to Mat," I said. She turned and looked at him with such soulful eyes. Yeah, that's when he went off, hard.

Which made the little girl happy. She turned to me.

"Of course, I'm happy," she said. "It felt good for them both."

Well I am sure it did.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Gessie with a G," she said, like I am sure she had to say every time. "And I'm 9. And until about 15 minutes ago, I was a virgin."

"Then you must enjoy girl time quite a bit," I said. This girl is powerful. That's when she climbed into my lap. My first orgasm started before she sat down.

"Stop," I said. The tingling slowed down. Mostly.

"Permission. You need consent," I said.

"No, I don't," she said. "I looked you up in the app. You have everything checked."

I am sure I looked shocked.

"I go to your Dallas school. My dad works for Alba," she said. "Alba is a lot of fun."

OK, we both moaned.

"But you were a virgin," I said.

"With a boy, yes," she said. "I always knew who I wanted to be my first."

Just then Mat came over, back in his hover chair, naked and sticky. He clearly heard what she said.

She blushed a little, but what he said pretty much cleared things up.

"Gessie, will you marry me?" asked Mat.

See?

I'm pretty sure her movement to his lap didn't involve walking, but thankfully I was the only one that noticed.

"Yes," she said, covering him with kisses.

Then she sat on his cock again. Hell, we all watched. Her first time was fun.

This was the first fuck of a couple. It is different. I know. Tavi was my first and I knew too.

I'd left Neo hanging so I turned back to him. He was really tenting out those shorts.

"Top five, any sex, anyone under 18, what's your wish list," he said.

"Ruby, Gabe, Orlando, Leslie, Cassie," he said. "But why five. I said six."

"Your first one is usually a blowjob to get you ready. I thought I'd do that," I said. The joy on his face was incredible.

"You know Cassie is pregnant," I said.

"Oh yeah," he said, in a surprisingly gutteral voice. I hear ya little dude. I hear ya.

Just then a plane floated down. They even came out in order. Ruby, Gabe, Orlando, Leslie, Cassie. Neo's eyes got huge. He turned to me.

"For me?" he said.

"Oh yeah," I said, in as deep a voice as I could muster. He didn't notice that Tomas, Carlina, Grace, Hunter, Hallie, and Luke got off the plane. Colby and Nylah were the last off.

Well, we all like a good party. I'll take the rest of the day to a new entry.

Let's just say Mat and Gessie have skills.

It is hard to be President without tits

And with freaking braces. OK, I know I am feeling sorry for myself, but how the fuck did I become the fucking President of the United States at fucking 14? OK that's a lot of fucking and that's part of the problem. I'm not doing a lot of fucking.

Yeah, yeah, married to Noah. Fuck that. I need more sex than that and he does too. But he has his own damn plane and can come and go whenever the fuck he wants. I'll let him tell the story about his Secret Service bodyguard Ignacio. At least he comes back and tells me the stories. In detail. Naked. While he is fucking me. OK, that was the right use of fucking. Somebody fucking me. Did I mention that Ignacio is a Hispanic hunk? He's about 5'11", muscular, looks good in a suit, looks better out of the suit.

Or so I fucking hear. I've never seen him naked. Noah has seen him naked. Repeatedly. As in top and bottom. Got it? Then again, sometimes Noah does come visit me going squish, squish. At least that's something. Another man's cum.

I miss cum. Or at least cum variety.

I guess I should pay attention. I'm in the middle of a photo-op with the President of something. Fuck, what is this dude the President of? I guess I'll roll with it. Paraguay. He's the President of Paraguay.

Do you know how many fucking photo-ops I do in a typical day?

Oh, you've met my official White House photographer. Jaylen. Yum. Oh, I have Kira too, but...

Back to my tits. Yes, my fucking tits. Normally, OK, I always like my puffies. They are super sensitive and I can cum and cum and cum just from nipple play. That part is all good. But sometimes I don't feel like I am a woman yet. Like someone is going to storm into the oval office one day and right this wrong and drive me from office. Well, I shook his fucking hand and he can go back to fucking Paraguay.

"That's not a very nice thing to say," said a voice, in my fucking head. No, no, I'm not hearing voices. Someone was reading me. Me! I looked around the room and there was a young man, about my age, giving me a sweet smile. As my eyes caught his, something unmistakable happened. His cock bounced. His hard cock. Shit he was gorgeous too. That's a nice cock too.

"Thanks," he thought. "I am skilled with it as well."

"So, who the fuck are you?" I thought. He actually laughed in my head.

"We met five minutes ago. The son of the President. We shook hands," he said. I could hear his smile in his voice. Well I am a little distracted.

"All I can say is that I like your tits and the braces are sexy," he thought. That was nice. I quickly made a decision that I might regret. I turned to the president.

"My name is Emmanual," he thought to me. "You might need it."

"Mr. President, I just had a thought. Perhaps Emmanual would like to understand the inner workings of the US presidency. He could spend the rest of the day with us and even spend the night in the Lincoln bedroom," I said. I saw the smirk on Emmanual's face. Oh, I'd rock his world.

"And I yours," he thought.

Emmanual actually did do the day in the life. It was kind of like Take your child to work day except we were the same age. My life is fucking weird. He did learn that the photo ops were boring, but I had to admit, I was paying attention to the kids more. This might be a new thing. We had budget meetings and other mundane things. He did get to meet some of the key leaders in the US, including the Speaker of the House and the Senate Majority Leader. I think he actually enjoyed the day. We had dinner together, just the two of us, in the family quarters. Noah was off somewhere doing something. Or someone. We had a great time. He's a nice guy and funny and a little pushy.

Yes, that way. But he was direct and polite and that's what I like. Yes, we ended up in the Lincoln bedroom. I used another of the guest rooms when I stayed over. I still won't sleep in Kyrsten's bed.

He had great communication skills too. No seriously. He asked me what I liked, listened well, and tried some things that he thought I might like.

I did, I did.

His oral skills were superb, and he was just as good a lover. You know, not a fuck, a lover. We started with some passion and truly made love.

Then he fucked me.

Then he fucked me in the ass.

Finally, he cleaned me out. For a long, long time.

Yep, I like this kid. I'd have to introduce him to some friends. Maybe take him to Dionysus. I wonder if he likes boys too?

"Oh yes, I quite like boys," said Emmanual.

"Dude, you can't be in my head. Ever," I said. "Not while I'm doing this job. I have to trust you."

"You have a very good point and I apologize," he said. "I never should have been doing it without permission. You just enthrall me."

Uh oh. I had the married but have fun talk with him and he laughed.

"Oh, I know. I'm just a playtoy," he laughed. "I can live with that."

Just then Noah walked in the bedroom. Yay! Emmanual got hard, particularly given Noah quickly stripped.

Emmanual does like boys. Both as a bottom and a top. I know, I watched. OK, I didn't watch that closely when Noah fucked him, because I was at the front of the train.

Yep. A good day. Any day I get two cocks is a good day. Not as good as three, or four, or a gangbang, but cocks are good. Yeah, Emmanual spent the night in the Lincoln bedroom. In between Noah and me. We know how to wake someone up too.

Wore him out before 0700.

My Bodyguard

Noah here. No, not the movie. Literally my bodyguard, Ignacio. It all started innocently. I wanted to go to the beach. I really wanted to go to a beach on Eros. That meant I either had to ditch Ignacio, or let him in on, well, everything. So, we sat down and danced a bit, but in end, he understood everything.

Then I blew him. It kind of set the tone. I'll tell the story of our day on Eros, because it appeared to be life changing for Ignacio. You see, Ignacio is gay. He might very well be and more power to him, but he was going to be tempted by an awful lot on Eros. Now I am not some weird convert the gays guy. Remember, I just blew him. It's more about opportunity in a safe environment.

We'll see where he let himself go. I only agreed to let him come if he'd wear a swimsuit and have fun and yes I mean fun. Nothing like a line of teenagers waiting to fuck you in the ass. Maybe while you're in the middle of a train. With a 9-year-old.

We'll come up with something. We were on our way right now. He was in the co-pilot's seat and getting some hours in. I was teaching him to fly the E-82. Kind of below the radar. We'd had the heart to heart on what would go on, so I went in a different direction.

"So, what is your absolute biggest fantasy. One you've wanted to do since before you hit puberty," I said. "Maybe we can make it happen." He thought about it for a bit.

"Are you serious?" he said. "You want me to bare my soul?"

"Well you're pretty comfortable baring your cock, so yes," I said.

"OK, but this is going to confuse you. Your rules opened some things up," he said. "When I was young, around 10 years old, I had a crush on a girl. Her name doesn't matter, but I loved her, but my love was unrequited. It was painful and I started hanging out with some guys that taught me to jack off and eventually fuck and I kind of stayed on that side of the line. My problem is that I can't forget her. I do find myself attracted to women, but don't know what to do about it. I wish I'd been with her, back then, when we were little. So, I don't really know what my fantasy is, but I'm open to new experiences."

"Describe her," I said. "In detail."

"Well, I know her body pretty well. We were kids. We played in the sprinklers naked. Her image is burned into my brain. She had olive skin. Just amazing skin. Dark hair in a shoulder length bob. She was pretty mature, at least up top where she had puffies. Down below she was still immature. She was Iranian. Simply a stunning girl," he said.

"I guess so, given how hard your cock is," I said. He laughed.

"Yes," he said. I had a thought and I was curious. I don't know why it popped in my head.

"Where did you meet?" I asked.

"Germany," he said. "My dad was in the military and her dad was too. We met at the military base. We lived in base housing. Her dad rotated home and I never saw her again."

"Do you remember her name?" I asked.

"Alea," he said, wistfully. I grabbed my phone and brought up Pari's profile. Her mom is Alea. Her mom is in the military and I would believe Alea's dad was too. I looked up Pari's profile and found the best picture. Naked. Full body. I turned the phone to him.

"Why do you have her picture? That's weird. She's naked too," he said. "What the fuck is going on?"

"That's not Alea. That's Pari. She's our Minister of Education. Her mom's name is Alea," I said. "So, here's the deal. Just be cool and things should work out. They'll likely both fuck you. Mother and daughter. I can attest that is an amazing experience. Then again, I fuck my wife's mom a lot."

"You fuck the Queen?" he said, incredulously.

"Dude, if you figure out you like girls, you can fuck the Queen this weekend," I said. His hardon had to hurt. He was confused and horny. I figured out where Alea was and she was actually at the airfield on Aether. Pari was teaching an F-81 class at her mom's request. Class should just be over.

We landed and walked into the classroom. Alea was mid-sentence and stopped. She literally ran towards us and jumped into Ignacio's arms and started smothering him with kisses. He kissed back. His hard cock was rubbing her, and she mewed through a small orgasm. She turned her head.

"Class dismissed," she said. "Pari, come with us." She led the three of us into one of the open guest quarters.

"I have no idea what is going on, but I've dreamed of you fucking me since I last saw you. I sure hope you'd like to do that," said Alea. "But for my fantasy to come true, I think you should fuck young me first." Pari smiled.

"I think she means me," said Pari. Pari started stripping. We all started stripping. This was one attractive group. Pari pulled Ignacio over onto the bed and pushed him back. She licked and sucked, but just for a bit. She slid up his legs and asked permission and then sat right down on his big, thick cock.

"Oh my God, what have I waited for," said Ignacio. Pari stopped when she heard that.

"This is your first time?" she said.

"With a girl," he said.

"You were still thinking of me," said Alea. He just nodded.

"Fuck him Pari," she said. "I'm up next."

And she was. Oh, I enjoyed myself too. Sloppy seconds times two, with Alea and Pari. Tell me that's not a dream of yours. Finally, we were all exhausted and lying in bed.

"Hey Mom," said Pari. "It's too bad there isn't a young doppelganger of Ignacio." Alea laughed. She held up her finger.

"Alexa, locate Horacio," said Alea.

"Horacio is at home, in Robertville. Would you like me to invite him to join you?" asked Alexa.

"Yes," yelled all four of us. Ignacio got out the word first.

"Why did you say yes?" said Pari.

"I could pretty easily predict that you were going to say yes," said Ignacio. Which was why Horacio walked in to all of us mauling each other and kissing. He quickly stripped and Ignacio stared.

"Damn," he said, which made Horacio smile.

"Thanks," he said.

"No, well, yes," said Ignacio. He hopped up and went over to his pants and pulled out his wallet. From his wallet he pulled out a small picture. We immediately crowded around and looked.

"Why do you have a picture of Pari and me?" asked Horacio.

"I don't," said Ignacio. "This is Alea and me."

"Wow," said all of us, including Ignacio, who got it out first.

"You're all pretty predictable," said Ignacio.

First we all attacked Ignacio, smothering him with kisses. Then we watched Horacio fuck Alea. Then we watched Horacio fuck Pari. I'm not sure why, but we all enjoyed it.

Well this is embarrassing

Chris here. Let me tell you one more story about my tits.

I talk about my tits a lot. That's a little odd. Shit happens to me. Here's the setup. We're at our Lake Geneva home, after a meeting of the G20 in Geneva. It was the last day of the meeting and we were holding a reception at our house. I loved Bob's ideas about parties, so I insisted it was casual. Shorts, skirts, yoga pants. Seriously casual. We even included examples in our invitation. I'm actually wearing the sundress that we used in the invitation. We used Ruby in a cute skirt and top. Zara, of course. Orlando was our male model and he was in cargo shorts and a polo.

I'm confident that many of the people had to go shopping to attend.

However, I had make a mistake in my personal choice of attire. You see the sundress I was wearing was a nice pale yellow. It was opaque enough that you couldn't see anything. I have puffies. You all know about them. Hell, a ton of you have seen them. Puffies do not require a bra if you can't see through your dress.

So, no bra. Or panties. Who likes panties?

So, with that background, we were all outside on the patio. We had an open bar and had arranged a fleet of JetsonCars to get everyone home. We'd picked them all up at their various hotels and consulates.

And these were the real Jetsons cars. Not converted regular cars. Bubble top, the whole thing.

Why not? It was a small party. Just the world leaders and their spouses. No entourage. Just Noah and me for the US. It's always a little tough for Dionysus since normally the Prime Minister would attend. I guess she did, given it is still me. Mom and Dad step up for me, which I appreciate.

Are you surprised that Bob is in cargo shorts and a Ron's Surf Shop t-shirt? No, no you're not.

Mom looked amazing in her infamous green sundress.

Which, by the way, does not become transparent in key spots when wet. Wet you ask?

It rained. Suddenly. Very suddenly. We got drenched. It couldn't have lasted more than two minutes. We didn't even have time to rush inside before it stopped.

I realized everyone, and I mean everyone, was staring at me. I looked at Mom and she pointed at her own boobs.

So, I looked down at mine. Well, there you go. Right out there. Thin pale yellow sundresses apparently turn completely transparent when wet and it was plastered against my body.

I might as well have been naked, but honestly, this was sexier. By now, everyone had gotten their view. Ah well. It is a good thing I like my puffies. I just smiled and walked inside and changed.

I think that disappointed most of the people at the party.

Well, there's another group of people that I unexpectedly flashed. It seems pretty common.

It is a good thing I am not bashful.

Now you're expecting that this turned into an orgy of world leaders and their spouses. It did, but later.

Just with a subset of the group. The President of the US, the interim President of Russia, and the King and Queen of Dionysus. Their spouses, of course.

Orlando and Grace had an incredible time with Noah and me.

With Mom and Dad. Oh, you're picturing it. I'll tell you a little more about that, but not everything.

Two other couples joined us. I won't tell.

But damn.

I learned new words in German. I also learned a few other things. Very nice things. I admit that even surprised me in several ways.

Says the girl that did a spacewalk to save doomed astronauts.

Wow, that sounded really pompous.

I don't know why I wrote this. Am I just proud of my puffies? Do I like flashing people? Do a lot of people see my tits?

Yes, but still.

I think I'll stop here.

I still need more sex.

Amy is persuasive

Garren here. Do you remember me? Police Inspector in my last job.

Did you catch that? Yes, Amy won me over. It was the sex. OK, maybe not the sex. At least not entirely. Our family loves their family! You're expecting a story about being invited to Robertville, and we have been, but the real story is that Amy brought the family to Paris. Not quite all of their kids, but lots of their extended family.

Ruby. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. No, they didn't come. Oh God. A dad joke.

Ruby. Do you know what's even more spectacular than time with Ruby?

Time with Ruby and Tomas.

And Tavi and Amara.

And Gabe, Carlina, Tegan, and Luca.

All at once.

At one point, Tegan was bouncing on my face, Carlina was bouncing on my cock and my new friend Jameis was fucking me in the ass.

Did I mention Maite? She likes to lick.

Yes, lick.

So, my new position is head of consular security. Not just here in Paris, but globally. They're adding actual embassies. Not just the we want to fuck and drink wine consulates, although I am responsible for security at those too. Amy showed me how to find everything in the app and encouraged us to travel the world learning all the locations. Her number one suggestion was to stay in each place long enough that we got to fuck everyone.

Yes, fuck everyone. The consulates are always full of cool people that like to fuck. Fucking is a thing with Dionysus. A big thing.

Now Darroll wasn't going to travel with me as much as I'd like. You see he has always dreamed of medical school, but the costs were too high. He is now in the pre-med program at the Sorbonne. Aim high my love. Zuri is also at the Sorbonne and I have to laugh, because she's already in the medical school and is Darroll's mentor. That works out better than I would have expected. She tutors him in the areas where he needs to catch up, then they fuck. Or we all fuck. Tutoring ends in fucking.

Everything appears to end in fucking. I like that. We've started adding full time security at each location, which frustrates Amy and Bob, but they're finally recognizing that while they started it all as a joke, they are a legitimate superpower and they're the real Queen and King.

Kind of crazy.

The new embassy in Paris is upstairs. My commute is the elevator. I'm on my way up to meet the new ambassador. And I'm sorry about concentrating on the fucking. It's just a little crazy. Zuri has been in our bed every night. Every. single. night.

The elevator opened and that's when I found out that the embassy consists of an empty floor. Completely empty. Just one guy standing in it smiling. Damn he is attractive. Standing with him was a stunning woman. They were casually holding hands, so that implied something, although in this culture I am not entirely sure what it implies. Married? Friends? Just ran into each other 5 minutes ago?

They look so good together that I suspect more. Did I mention that they were both naked?

"You're overdressed," said that man. "I'm Nathan and this is my wife Sara." He stuck out his hand, but I'm learning, and I opened my arms.

He came in for the hug and the kiss. Then I met Sara the same way.

"No pressure," said Sara. "But we really like to fuck."

See!

"Perhaps we could talk about your plans first?" I said, trying to appear professional. Somehow that made them both laugh.

"Hell, I don't know," said Nathan. "I have no idea what an ambassador does. We don't even have furniture. We probably need furniture. I am not sure why I am focusing on furniture. The only person that really understands all this is Chris, so we're all having lunch with her today. There's a big time change, so it will kind of be dinner for us. Amy suggested you bring Darroll and Zuri too."

"I'm sorry, I am still meeting people. I don't think I've met anyone name Chris yet," I said. They both laughed.

"We're having lunch in the family quarters of the White House, if that tells you anything," said Sara. Say what?

I can imagine the look on my face. Just then the elevator opened and Darroll and Zuri walked out. Zuri looked at me, then at Sara and Nathan, and then stripped. Zuri is more comfortable with this than Darroll and me.

OK, make that me. Darroll is now naked too. Well, we do have time to kill. Who needs a business meeting? Or maybe this is the business meeting.

This might be my dream job. This is my dream job. No need for caveats.

Now you're envisioning us fucking right there on the concrete floor. Tempting, given the people with which I am standing, but Sara suggested we go up to the family apartment. The family apartment might kill me. Every time I go into the apartment, I ended up being used up completely. I have at least learned to limit myself, so I come home with two left.

Darroll and Zuri need love too. OK, we always love each other. I was trying to avoid saying it. Oh well. Darroll and Zuri need to be fucked too. I had to use that word again, but...

Darroll and Zuri. Every. single. night. I don't care how spectacular my day is, my evenings are better. That got me a kiss from both Darroll and Zuri. Which got me a kiss from Sara and Nathan. Together. While they undressed me.

In the elevator. It would have been odd to be the only clothed person. I said that and it makes sense.

The door opened into the family orgy. OK, maybe not, but for as far as I could see, there were people having sex. All ages of people. Two young kids, and I mean young, ran up and took Zuri's hand and off they went.

Jessica and Bill. You had to have known that. I looked over and Zuri is on her knees, over Jessica, and Jessica is already bucking. Now Zuri is bucking.

Now Bill slid right in. I shouldn't want to watch, but I want to watch. We walked over and stood next them, watching. Yes little. Yes young.

I learned three new things.

Sara pulled me over and I followed her to a lounge. My God she has a nice ass. She turned around and I almost fainted. Damn she's sexy. I mean seriously sexy.

"Have you read about us?" asked Sara. I was a bit in awe, and just nodded.

"Did you enjoy reading about me blowing Bob?" she asked, and I just kept on nodding.

"Do you like it in the ass?" she asked. More nodding.

"OK then," said Sara. "I do too. Let's do this." She pointedly looked at my cock, then Darroll's.

"Let's start with Darroll in my ass, you in the front, and the two of you taking turns blowing Nathan," said Sara.

Well that sounds like fun. Just then Orlando wandered over and heard the last of that. He grinned really big.

"Why don't I get another cock and we can fuck them in the ass while they fuck you. A double train," said Orlando. He ran off and came back with a young guy with an impressive cock.

"This is Horacio," said Orlando. "Can one of you handle him in the ass?"

"Yes," said Darroll, Zuri, and me. Zuri got jinx out first.

Her kisses are legendary. I damn near came. Sara laid on her side, and with lube, Darroll slid in. I laid down and slid in her front. Horacio got behind me, and Orlando got behind Darroll. They both worked their way in. They timed it well and when they hammered in, we hammered Sara. I couldn't even see who it was, but a cock appeared in front of me, so I sucked it.

Wouldn't you? We'd drawn a crowd and a lot of people were watching and a lot of cocks were being stroked.

We all went off when they did.

We were simply covered with cum. Then we were descended on by kids. Obviously 9, but damn they were good at it. A young guy named Max cleaned me out and kissed it all to me. His identical twin did the same to Darroll.

That was hot.

That was the start of one hell of a weekend. This chapter is getting long, so Sara suggested I tell that story another time.

I think she wants my cock now.

Always happy to be of service.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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