21 October 2019

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Monte Carlo, of course

Luca here. I am having so much fun. Seriously. This post is about business. I'm just warning you.

The first casino on Eros is doing incredibly well. Jilli is now the managing director and my mentor even though she works for me. We were also open on Vino and Boreas plus at the ski resort in Sweden and Argentina.

The first two were part of Gamma resorts. The second two were not, yet.

What I realized early was that we were an odd anomaly. We paid our employees more than any casino in the world by a huge margin. We had the highest payouts of any casino. Our purpose was a companion for the resorts. Our goals were measured against break even. Literally. No profit.

By every measure we were the most profitable casino business in the world. We tried, hard, to break even. We weren't. We were throwing off profit like you wouldn't believe. We kept improving the casinos and building and doing everything we could to spend the money and improve the experience.

Which just made us more money.

It was nuts.

I even spent a couple days with Jason going through the books with our CFO just to make sure our numbers were right. He caught one small error. Not unexpected in a business as complex as ours.

We were under calculating our profit. We didn't even capitalize. We expensed absolutely everything. We gave everyone a raise.

We just made more.

So, I thought I'd burn some with investments. I was curious to see if our model worked elsewhere. The key would be whatever I bought, Julia would need to be able to build a resort. It was integral to our model. That would limit us dramatically.

Or so I thought.

Jason had a team researching casino companies. We wanted brands that were bringing in solid revenues.

But kind of sucked. That didn't have our margin. I wanted to see if putting in our model made the difference. I wanted to start small, in a manageable environment. One casino our family just loved was Monte Carlo. They were always so accommodating to our family including our unique ages. They were run by the government, which controlled 62% but their market cap was under $1.5 billion. When I use the dollar sign I mean US dollars. That's what we used. We just never did anything else. It wasn't any grand plan. I do know that Morgan felt a little exposed.

The US was fearful we would create our own currency. Apparently, we held so many dollars that if we stopped doing so it would impact the market. I know it isn't common knowledge, but we were huge holders of US debt. More than the Chinese now. The family's wealth, which was indistinguishable from the kingdom, wasn't measured with trillion singular anymore. Ion power changed the dynamic. Dramatically. The US still had a larger GDP but not by as big a margin as you would expect. Immigration requests were off the charts but very controlled. You know why. We were all about the cultural fit.

Sorry for the tangent. I mentioned the Monte Carlo casino for a reason. The parent company was SBM. They owned the casino, opera, and hotel. They also derived considerable revenue from the F1 race. They were the largest employer in the municipality.

I wanted it. I had a meeting tomorrow with their Minister of Finance. I was bringing our Minister of Finance and our Foreign Minister.

Morgan and Orlando.

You would safely guess we were flying over in an E-82 or other space plane. You would be wrong. Oh, it was a good guess, but we decided to go by boat. We knew they had moorings for the 475 but didn't need something that big. We grabbed a fast 225. You know, a little boat. An ion powered little boat. One of the new ones. Not ion electric. Actually ion.

We had to manage the speed in the Mediterranean but could still do it in 3 hours.

Hours.

A few hours to fill. I'm pretty sure Morgan enjoyed traveling with Orlando and me. It felt like old times before all this happened. Not the rich part, since they were rich when I met them. The superpower part. Seriously, the superpower part. Oh, details. OK.

Orlando and I decided to focus on Morgan. We started right at the beginning. We slowly undressed her, together. Every time we pulled something off, we kissed underneath. Her nipples. Her stomach. Her eyelids. Yes, that was a thing. I dropped to my knees and Orlando did the same behind her. Together we skinned off her shorts.

Leaving her open to our attention. Right there, standing on the deck. I started licking and sucking from the front and Orlando did the same from the back. We were good together and timed things well. I backed off just a little and he really started rimming her aggressively. I knew all the signs, particularly with Morgan, and just as she got close I leaned in and sucked on her clit.

Hard.

I almost drowned. I certainly ruined that set of clothes. Yes, Orlando and I were still dressed. We helped Morgan back to a lounge. She was a little shaky at that point. Then we undressed each other, doing the same thing. I pulled off Orlando's shirt and paid a lot of attention to his nipples. Orally. He returned the favor but started with my shorts. I found myself with my cock in his very fine mouth.

Just for a bit. We were all about Morgan. Finally, we were naked too, but not before I got a bit of rimming and sucking. It was hard not to cum.

"I want the second cum boys," said Morgan. I shared that I had cum already today. Come on. Tegan. Orlando hadn't. Which is how I found myself going down on Morgan while Orlando just pounded me in the ass. God it felt great. He even filled me up. I like that. Morgan decided that cum is great lube, so she pulled on a big strap-on and fucked me too.

Then it was her turn. Can you say DP? She sat down on my cock. In her ass. Then she leaned back on my chest, which gave me great access to her incredible D cup breasts. I played and rubbed and pinched. Orlando liked to so much that he slid up and fucked her tits for a bit, with me stroking her, and him. He finally slid back down.

And in. I could feel his cock every time he slid in. That's one of the wonderful things about DP. There isn't much between your two cocks. Given it was not our first cum, we lasted and lasted but finally didn't.

Oh no. I had a load in my ass and Morgan had two loads. What to do. What to do.

Cleanup. It was a flurry of tongues. I know they both cleaned me out and Orlando and I cleaned out Morgan. I just love to rim her. You would too.

"Either of you have one more?" asked Morgan. "I liked your cock between my tits. Give me a facial that way."

So, we both did. She was just covered, although she opened her mouth and took most of both cum shots in her mouth and kissed it to both of us.

Somehow when we were finished, we found ourselves on the lounge with Morgan between us. We did still have an hour. We just made out like teenagers.

OK we're teenagers.

We both kissed Morgan and we both kissed each other. They're both fantastic kissers. Finally, we had to take showers.

Oh my. One more for both of us. Something about Morgan.

We finally pulled into the port and found our mooring. It was late morning, so we were going to lunch at the casino and then on to our meeting at the government complex. You're probably assuming a helicopter or one of the tenders.

Nope.

Jetsons car. OK, in this case an M8 convertible, but the same idea. It was still a modestly kept secret. Not completely. We weren't hiding them. They just weren't common.

We dressed for the meeting too. This was Monaco. Orlando and I were in nice suits and Morgan was stunning in a very professional dress that didn't hide her beauty. Timmy, of course. Morgan is the oldest at 19. I'm 17 and Orlando is 17. What still amazes me was that it wouldn't even come up. It was expected of us now.

We landed at the casino at valet parking. I still laughed at the reaction. We didn't want valets flying them and it freaked them out anyway. I get that. Orlando used his watch to put it in park mode and it went and floated over the parking lot. I don't think that helped. It was actually Orlando's car. I liked it.

I was in line for one. I still had to pick the car. So many choices. Bob had the first. His was based on the Audi R8. Leslie had the S63 convertible. Basically, they added the autonomous flying capabilities to an off-the-shelf car. You could drive it around all you wanted as a car and when you didn't off you went into the sky. Lawrence was working with some of Belen's manufacturers to build new ion-electric models. Why use gas? I was tempted to go classic car. A 66 Lincoln convertible with suicide doors maybe?

Tegan was getting an NSX. Soon they would be autonomous on the ground too, if you wanted.

We tipped the valet well and headed into the restaurant. Someone had tipped them off because we were expected.

We had hoped to be a little more incognito but that was almost impossible anymore. We did have a glorious lunch and from watching we could tell it wasn't just our experience. It was time to head off and it was a short walk. Orlando had his car in follow mode, so it followed us down the street. Do you think anyone noticed?

They did. Surprise!

We were a few minutes early but were escorted into the Minister's office immediately. To our surprise, Prince Albert II was attending the meeting. We did this weird little protocol dance since we are both a prince. Then we had to repeat it with Morgan and Orlando. I tried not to laugh.

Until he did. Then everyone lost it. Finally, we recovered.

Sort of.

We dove into business after the requisite small talk. I was taking the lead. We knew they valued directness.

"As we are sure you know, I lead our casino business," I said, to smiles from everyone. I knew their goal was less reliance on tourism.

"We are interested in acquiring a controlling interest in SBM. We would provide our leadership to the venture and build a resort adjacent to the hotel," I said.

The word resort got a huge reaction. Smiles all around. The Prince jumped in.

"Would it be one of you Gamma resorts?" he asked with genuine glee.

"Are you familiar with Gamma?" asked Orlando.

"I am a member," he replied. "Under a pseudonym, of course. My wife and I find Julia and Jesse just delightful."

Well that changed the dynamics of the discussion.

"Yes," I said. "Gamma. We would need to declare the resort our consulate for obvious reasons."

"We would heartily support that, but it is not necessary. We are happy to pass legislation to declare the resort and all of SBM to come under rules mirroring your kingdom," he said. "We understand the significance and believe it would provide an enormous boost to our economy."

Wow.

"You mentioned controlling interest. What is your goal?" he asked.

"Our preference, particularly given the direction of this conversation, would be to buy out everyone but the principality and then purchase enough from you to be at least 55%. We are open to any percentage up to 100% and are prepared to close all transactions immediately at two times the current valuation," said Morgan. "That would leave those of us in this conversation as the sole owners."

"At the current valuation, that would be almost 3 billion Euros," said their minister of finance.

"Yes," said Morgan. "We could wire the funds today. We are also willing to buy 100% with a condition that you could purchase back up to 25% at the closing price of the transaction at any time. We feel that would be good for our relationship."

"That could be worth billions to us," said the Prince.

"Oh yes," I said. "We expect very quickly. Our Gamma properties are quite successful. It is a minor accommodation because we expect the value of the remaining 75% to more than offset it and we want to be good partners. If you would like, we can step out so you can discuss it. We are aware you can call the remaining ownership at a price lower than we proposed so we should not need to discuss it outside this group."

The two men looked at each other with huge smiles. The prince stuck his hand out to me.

"We agree. No need to discuss," he said. I shook his hand. I loved Orlando's smile. He was ready. While we were still shaking hands, both their phones buzzed. Come on. It's not like we didn't have the resources to get their cell phone numbers. I loved it that they were ignoring their phones. How polite.

Orlando beat me to it.

"You might want to check your phones," said Orlando with his biggest smile. They quickly did. I loved those looks.

"You transferred the entire amount? Already? We haven't even called the remaining stock," said the minister.

"We trust you," said Morgan. "If we didn't, we would not have done the deal."

"Perhaps you'd like to join us in a small celebration?" said Orlando. We all hit them with our best smiles.

You don't need those details. Discretion you know. But it was fun. A lot of fun. Now I just had to find the right leader for this place. That was no simple task. I'd work on that, but for now I was going to spend some serious time here. Hell, it was going to be great fun. Our rules went into effect immediately. We actually converted almost half of the iconic hotel into a temporary Gamma resort while we figured out where and what to build. It was a popular destination. Membership in Gamma was global, so you could make reservations at any of the properties. As you can imagine, the waiting list for Monte Carlo was long. That was a good problem to have. My problem was a leader. I had to work on that. We decided to take a suite and enjoy ourselves for a few days. Sophia, Grace, and Tegan flew over to join us.

It was spectacular.

Opening night pajama party

Luca again. I had to continue the story to share opening night of the Gamma resort. As I mentioned, that happened quickly because we converted a wing of the existing hotel. Progress was moving fast on adding on to the property. We were going to do that but had lots of discussions about just converting the entire resort to be Gamma.

We would still keep it at 100% capacity. We could block off weeks around the F1 race. If we needed to. We'll decide shortly. Chloe had taken on the design, with Ben, personally. It required an artist to build new facilities to blend in with a beautiful hotel like this.

Back to opening night. It turned out to be a night of conflicts, so not that many of the family could attend. We had a family vacation planned here in a few weeks and would make up for that. I am sure someone will journal it. Tonight, it was just Tegan and me, as the official hosts of the opening night party.

The opening night pajama party. Our no limits pajama party and let me tell you even no limits was stretched to the limit. Tegan and I felt like we should set the tone. We each had an entire collection of outfits and would change often. Given we had them on a small shelf near the middle of the casino, we expected our outfit changes would draw a crowd. Come on, I'd watch Tegan change over and over. You would too, particularly now that she is 9.

Our first party where she was nine. Other than their birthday party. That was a hell of a night. She finally got to enjoy Sean and Gemma, although I think she was most excited to get Grace back. I can't blame her for that.

I should mention that there is a very large HT Ventures in the hotel now. That's where all of Tegan's and my outfits came from, but that was likely true for everyone at the party. The party was in the giant ballroom and included the casino proper. It was a big party. The manager of retail did share that it was the largest single month in the retail history of the hotel.

Month. They opened this morning. I think this purchase was going to be a success.

I started the evening off modestly, with Bodyaware's Lace Brazil Brief. I also had a variety from Ikingsky, Frebily, and Gregg Homme. I had to decide how out there I was going to be. I had a whole collection of Good devil briefs. Like the Carnal love slip and the Free your desires. I liked the last one because you could easily fuck while wearing it. Then again their Hang out bikini was basically crotchless. You really should search for them. Make sure you find an uncensored site. You'll enjoy them. Then imagine me in them.

Tegan had quite a collection too. She started off with cute frilly panties and a teddy. The panties were sheer, but not very, so didn't show that much. The top was completely sheer. She was showing off her new nipple bumps. She was developing a little faster than Carlina, which pissed off Carlina. Tegan was really more puffies than bumps. Carlina was small bumps.

Sorry but those mental images make me smile.

Tegan and her almost puffies in a sheer teddy is pretty fucking spectacular. I loved that everyone acknowledged us as the hosts, and most introduced themselves. Not one was concerned about my 9-year-old bride. Most of them wanted to fuck her, but they were not concerned about her. She was happy and safe. We all are. The ballroom had elegant queen beds scattered around for the use of the party participants. There were crews that could strip and remake them at the speed of an F1 pit stop.

They were used a lot. I made a mental note that we needed more for the next party. More beds so guests could fuck in public.

I admit, we started the trend. We both welcomed everyone to the party, then went to the bed in the center of the room that is raised. We climbed a short ladder, and both did a sensual strip. Then we showed the crowd all of our skills to great excitement. Particularly our excitement.

Did I mention that through Tegan's see-thru teddy you can still see my first load of cum? She left it there.

Everyone liked it. Mia was here and I made sure that was a photograph she took. Sexy AF.

That triggered a change of clothes. Tegan went with a tiny, very sheer thong. That's all. Just the thong. Proudly leaving my cum in place. It rapidly dwindled because random people would ask if they could lick off a stripe. As she got clean, she went over to one of the beds and asked the two men that were in a 69 if they would both please cum on her.

They obliged. All night long, lick, lick, lick, more cum. At least a couple of more loads of which were mine. We both enjoyed others as well. We do enjoy new friends. My favorite of the night was two men we met. They were probably mid-thirties and both wearing crotchless underwear. They were a couple from Chicago. We did the introductions and they were Jerome and Carll. They were also hung like horses. Both were at least ten inches. Soft.

"So, I'm going to be blunt," said Tegan. "Do you just like men or would either or both of you like to fuck me?" Their cocks answered. Holy Mother, Carll's cock was at least 11 inches and thick and his was the smaller of the two. I'll bet Jerome broke 13 inches.

"We'd both like to fuck you both," said Jerome.

So, they did. I have never been stretched so much. I was stunned that either one fit. We started off in a train, with me fucking Jerome and Jerome fucking Tegan and Carll fucking me. A four-person train is wonderful. We ended up in that bed for a bit because they had great stamina and recovery skills. Somehow I ended up sucking at least a dozen cocks while it was all going on and all three of the others, including Tegan, did too. We had close to fifty loads of cum all over us. By the end, both Tegan and I looked like we'd greased our hair.

I suppose we had. The new thing in conditioner. Cum!

We both wore it all proudly. We both got most of it licked off. Yes, our hair. It felt weirdly good.

It was quite a night. It went all night too, with the party finally closing down at 0500. There was a convention meeting in the ballroom today. They needed to clean up and air it out.

Conventions were going to be interesting. It did show our scope though. Your convention could only be held in this half of the hotel if every attendee was a Gamma member.

They were going to be fun conventions. I did have to laugh. This was a convention of Funeral Home directors. A randy bunch I guess.

Tegan and I fell into bed and were immediately asleep. The luxury of being the big boss was we slept in. We finally woke up at almost 1100. OK, Tegan did. I woke up to her bouncing up and down on me. What a pleasant way to wake up. I finally had to tell her to stop, because I desperately had to pee. She smiled and took my hand and led me to the shower.

Where she sat down onto the floor.

Oh. That was interesting and I think she liked it. Once I was done, she stood and pointed down on the floor. I sat. You would have too. She squatted over me and just let loose, right over my cock.

It felt amazing. Simply amazing. We finally rinsed off and ran back to the bed. That was one powerful fuck.

We have a good life.

From a tiny little house in Venice to a suite in the Hotel de Monte Carlo with my bride. It's been quite a ride. I couldn't rhyme again if I tried.

Oh.

The new team

Akira here live from San Francisco. I should have a talk show. I like to talk, and people should pay me for it.

OK. I don't need the money. I'm the co-chair of JetsonCar, the merged Uber and Lyft, with my brother Camron. We're having a hell of a time doing it. Something about flying cars, you know. I promised I'd come back and introduce our new team at the San Francisco house, supporting the two of us.

We didn't think we needed them but somehow they're always busy. Some of it is that there are a lot of people in school. You see, Pari and Morgon opened a school in the Stanford Mall. Yes, that Stanford. Somehow we had a school next to a prestigious university and that made sense. Heck, the first people to apply were the kids of the professors and staff of Stanford. I know Pari and Morgon are staying with us this weekend and Camron's pretty excited about that.

As in I just had to blow him to calm him down. OK, there were other volunteers, but he's my bro.

And I like cum.

Back to the story. Let's introduce the team.

First up were a husband and wife team. The wife had come to interview and left her husband in the car. We, of course, had insisted that he come in. Heck let's jump into the wayback machine and run you through the interview.

Sequoia

Wayback to when we interviewed Sequoia. I don't know why she was named after a giant tree. She didn't resemble one at all. Sequoia is tall, with an average body, but glorious D cup breasts. Now I don't mean anything bad about her body. She's gorgeous. She's just not waif thin. More to love, so to speak. She is certainly not overweight. OK, I might be getting off-track.

Sequoia is probably in her early forties. She does have amazing auburn hair down to her ass that she was wearing in an intricate braid. As we were interviewing her, Camron jumped in.

"How did you get here today?" he asked. As this point, Sequoia was a lock. I think for Camron she was when she walked in and hugged us both. A full, big hug right into those wonderful D cups.

We like huggers. She's also funny, with a snarky wit, which we love. Her background was perfect, with experience as an executive assistant at, believe it or not, Uber.

"My husband drove me," she said. "We only have one car."

"Then where are your kids?" asked Camron. "You mentioned kids."

"You can ask that?" said Sequoia and we laughed.

"Sure," I said. "This is Dionysus. This is a consulate. We don't have stupid rules like that. We love families." She moaned at that comment, which was encouraging. Her nipples got hard too. Jesus Christ those are amazing nipples and yes, she has a bra on. They're just overwhelming her bra. I was going to be ornery.

"You have beautiful nipples," I said. "It's too bad they're constrained by that bra." She laughed at that.

"Yeah, I only wear one for work. I hate bras," she said. I whipped up my top and showed her my small breasts. You can do that in one of our interviews.

"This is a no bra zone," I said. With that, she did that magical thing women can do and removed her bra without taking off her blouse. Which is fairly sheer.

OMG.

"To answer your question, now that I am so much more comfortable," she said. "They're outside in the minivan." Camron leaped up from the chair and ran out the front door. He came back moments later dragging a reluctant man who kept saying no. This was a rare case where ignoring the word no made sense. Tagging along behind, and laughing, were three adorable kids.

I mean freaking adorable. I'll introduce them in a second, but let's focus on Hershel. Hershel is beautiful. There is no other way to say it. He's very tall, very thin, and fucking sexy. He was dressed in jeans and a ratty t-shirt and was clearly embarrassed about it. We told them all to have a seat and if they wanted something to drink, feel free to raid the kitchen. The boy and one of the girls took off and came back with glasses, an ice bucket, and soft drinks for all.

"Thank you," I said, taking the offered Coke Zero. Our national drink, I think. "Let's start off the conversation right. Sequoia, the job is yours if you want it. Hold off answering though because we want this to be a perfect fit. Hershel, what do you do?" He looked embarrassed again.

"I am a stay at home Dad," he said. He said it with great pride. Embarrassed or not, he loves his kids. Remember, all our applicants were precleared with Jackson. He loves his kids.

"That's great!" said Camron. He already knew where I was headed. "That's a wonderful job. Fulfilling, but frustrating. We could really use your skills too. Would you both consider working for us? The kids are always welcome to come with you to work. Let's do the introductions. We still haven't met you."

They each walked over and formally introduced themselves and offered their hands. Now the oldest is Theo. Theo is 14 years old. Theo is sexy AF.

"So, are you a good fuck Theo?" I asked. We're a bit overly blunt, as a bit of a test. We'd already offered them the jobs, of course. I got a big smile from Theo.

"I'm told I'm quite good, but I know I still have a lot to learn. Would you and Camron help me learn?" said Theo. Before either parent could jump in and scold him, Camron spoke.

"Of course!" said Camron. "What do you consider your strengths and weakness?"

"Well, I'm pretty good with girls, but don't have enough experience with boys. I can fuck my sisters and Mom. I can even fuck my dad, but he's too big to fuck me."

Too big. Too big. Oh boy.

"I know we can help you with that," said Camron. "He's not too big, I promise. We'll just have to teach you how to take it."

"I can't take it in the ass," said Sequoia, getting into the spirit.

"Sure, you can," I said. "We'll help you too."

Theo's sisters are twin 9 year olds. Twin. 9. year. olds. Carlyn and Jori. Cute AF. Petite, but early developers, with incredible nipple bumps in too tight tanks. That should be a trademark. Too tight tanks - shirts for developing girls.

"So, girls, is Dad too big for you too?" I asked. They both nodded and Jori answered.

"Yes, he won't even try," said Jori, clearly disappointed.

"So, let's be clear here," I said. "This is a Dionysus consulate." Yeah, that got moans. "You clearly know our rules, and as long as you stay in them, anything goes. You are all three welcome here any time, including spending the night. You don't have to ask permission, but you do have to sign up a room and I'll show you how to do that. This is a popular destination, so people are always coming to visit. In fact, two of our friends and their six kids are coming to visit this weekend." I'll bet you thought I meant Freja, didn't you? She's the best known mother of six, but I didn't.

"They're coming from Robertville," I said, which got another moan. "You'll have fun. They have two sets of twins. All in, four boys, two girls, plus the parents. With your parents' permission, you'll have a hell of a weekend." With that I pulled out my phone and showed them how to signup rooms. There was only one room left and I signed it up.

"Sequoia and Hershel," I said. "If you're interested, I signed up for a room for the weekend. We don't expect you to work yet, just have fun with our friends and us. We're going out on the boat and might run over to Napa. We have access to homes there too and they're usually not as busy. We'd love to have you come along. Basically, a big play weekend with tons of sex."

Wow. Hershel was tenting his pants. Impressively. Camron got up and walked over and stood in front of him.

"May I? Permission is important," he said, to Hershel.

"Yes," replied Hershel. Everyone watched was Camron unzipped his jeans and Hershel lifted when Camron pulled them down. He was commando, which got him points.

Out popped Hershel's cock. Easily a 12-inch (30.5 cm) cock, very thick, uncut. Camron leaned over and took him in his mouth and got a surprisingly large amount in his mouth. He sucked for a bit and then looked up.

"Have you cum yet today?" asked Camron. Hershel just nodded.

"OK, we won't waste one," said Camron. "Akira, will you teach the family how to prepare me?" I think they were still confused, but Camron stripped, to more moans. He's a damn good looking guy. His own 7-inch (18 cm) cock is impressive for his age. He bent over and I got the lube. I worked it in, getting up to three fingers. They all watched, entranced, including Hershel. His cock was throbbing. I stood up and stripped, which led to Theo and the girls stripping, which finally led to Sequoia stripping. This time I moaned. I finished up Camron and then liberally lubed up Hershel. Camron pulled Hershel to his feet and pointed at the double lounge. Hershel kicked off his shoes and jeans and pulled off his t-shirt. I'm pretty sure I had a little orgasm at the sight.

Hershel laid down and Camron climbed up and sat on his legs. He lifted up Hershel's monster cock and got on his knees over it.

"The key is patience and to go slow," he said. He positioned the cock and very slowly slid down. We actually heard a pop when the head made it in, and Camron sped up and sat right down.

We all moaned.

"See?" said Camron. He actually got an ovation. He bounced up and down and Hershel finally came. Hard.

Jori called cleanup.

We ended up sitting around the living room chatting some more. They already felt like family. Part of that is because we sat around chatting while naked. The fact that Carlyn was on her knees between my knees, while we were discussing our compensation plan was a good indicator too. I was impressed that they were willing to discuss compensation with the kids around. Then again, Theo is between his mom's legs and Jori is trying her best to blow her dad. It was interesting, because they positioned themselves so that Theo was also fucking Jori.

I admit I took a moment to watch.

"The job has some benefits, beyond those you're experiencing right now. It comes with an apartment, which is next door. It comes with cars for all of you. The pay is $250K per year, for both of you. Let me make sure that is clear. Sequoia would make $250K and Hershel would make another $250K, but that goes far because all your daily expenses, including food, utilities, insurance, cars, etc. are all covered by the kingdom."

They just sat there and stared.

Then they both had one hell of an orgasm. We gave them a moment to recover, but given Hershel had cum all over Theo and Jori, it caused a slightly longer delay. Hershel had to clean up his mess and he did a fine job. I sure got a kiss full.

I like this family.

I suggested we finish the discussion in the pool.

"This house has a pool? Where?" said Hershel. Rather than answering I got up. Everyone followed. I wiggled my ass and Jori laughed. I called the elevator and we all managed to squeeze in. Oh no, I was pressed up against Hershel. I liked it though, because he was hard when we got to the roof. Where the pool is.

"We're naked!" said Sequoia.

"Yes, and I like it," said Camron, with a smile. "But don't worry. The walls are glass and one way. There is a screen you can't see above us. No one can see in. See those poles. That's the limit. If you walk past them to a plane, you can be seen."

Then he hopped in the pool. The conversation waited a bit because the pool is fun. I found myself in the shallow end, with Theo sitting on a step and me bouncing on his cock. Yep, liked them a lot.

We finally got back to the conversation.

"I'm going to ignore the dollars for a bit, but you said an apartment?" said Sequoia. "What's up with that."

I stood up and pointed at the top floor of the building next door. It's just a touch down the hill, so the top floor is a little below us, but if anything has a better view than ours.

"The top floor of that building, including the roof," I said. "5/5, 5,800 square feet. That's your apartment. The floor below is ours too, and we expect another assistant. You'll be part of the interviewing process to ensure a good fit."

"OK, tabling that too, why are two kids interviewing us? It's great, but don't your parents live here too?" said Sequoia.

Camron and I laughed.

"Our parents live in Robertville," I said. "We live here. We're the co-CEOs of JetsonCar."

"Of course, of course," said Hershel. Then everyone laughed.

"You said cars for all of us," said Theo. "You meant Mom and Dad, right?"

"No," said Camron. "All of you. We'll need to get you tested for our Stanford school too."

"Huh?" said Sequoia.

"OK, let's slow down and backup," I said.

"$250K each, cars for each of you, the apartment, access to spaces planes and pilots, access to homes around the world," I said. "All are part of the role. We'll be disappointed if the three of you are not in a new city every weekend. Certainly, we'll take you all to Robertville and introduce you to the family."

Yeah, that got moans.

"Even the Queen?" said Theo, with awe.

"The Queen will like you Theo, trust me," I said. Oh gosh, he got hard again.

"What about me?" said Sequoia, with a laugh.

"Oh yeah," said Camron.

Have you ever heard a laugh/moan? They did both.

"So, do you accept, or should we tour your apartment first," said Camron. "I suppose I may be misreading you and you're not interested."

"They'll both take the job," said Jori.

I love a girl in charge.

"Wait," said Hershel. "I didn't come here for a job."

"So," I said. "You don't want the job?"

"Yes, no, oh hell, I want the job, I just don't know what I would even do," he said.

"Oh, that's easy," said Carlyn. "Mom will focus on managing their lives outside the office. Making appointments, basically managing the house, particularly given there are often guests. You'll be the chef, which is perfect, but just think of the laundry alone with that many people coming through."

"Oh no," said Camron. "There is an entire team of maids that handles that. They'll report to Sequoia. You just do what needs to be done. You'll be amazing how much work there is. That's why we'll need at least three, if not four, people. You'll work out the schedule, but between the four-ish of you, we need weekend and evening coverage too."

"That works great Dad," said Theo. "You're a night owl and Mom's a morning person."

We just smiled. Sequoia got up and I thought she was going to shake, so I stood up.

Nope. A hug. A naked hug. Yay.

So, we celebrated their new jobs. Sorry men, you're done for the day.

Goin' boating

We showed them their apartment, which is empty as can be. We gave them the name of our interior decorator. That caused some confusion. They still hadn't quite caught up with the program. We invited them to go boating with us for dinner. We said we had some food already on the boat.

Boat. This was going to confuse them. Bob still doesn't like the word yacht. It's a boat. You'll see. They tried to say no, they didn't have clothes for a boat ride.

"Who needs clothes?" I said, with a laugh. "Seriously, though, if you're interested, that's easy." We showed them our closet room.

"As this empties, part of your role is keeping it full. There is a special webpage for orders," said Camron. They were all wandering around in shock.

"This is mostly Zara," said Jori. "In all different sizes." She grabbed a cute sundress and pulled it over her head. She looked adorable.

"Jori, that's not yours," said Hershel.

"Sure it is. Anything in this room. Anything anywhere. Clothes are included. Wipe out the room if you want and refill it," I said.

That's about the time Sequoia discovered the lingerie section. HT. Nice stuff. She came back wearing sheer panties and a teddy. She looked freaking amazing.

"I think it's OK," said Sequoia, with a smirk.

Yep, more moans. We found them all nice clothes and swimsuits and towels and headed out. We hadn't even been on the boat yet, so we got dressed too. We looked like a normal family if two of the five kids were black.

Eh. Nothing to see here. I led them back to the elevator and down to the garage. When the door opened, Camron jumped in.

"Feel free to grab any of these cars whenever you want. We'll need to send all five of you through training, because all of these cars can fly," said Camron.

"Of course, they can," said Hershel. "But why do you keep saying all 5?"

"I'm sorry. I forget how behind the US is. We'll put all five of you through our driver's training program. At the end, you'll all have a Dionysus license, which is valid in the US. Then you can choose what cars you want," said Camron. "The kids will need them to commute to campus. It's a terrible drive, but a short flight."

Jori and Carlyn started dancing with each other.

"Hold up," said Sequoia. "We haven't agreed yet."

"Understandable. Why don't we do the training and then you decide," I said. Everyone agreed and I headed over to a nice Cayenne Turbo.

"Jori and Carlyn, why don't you climb into the third row. Camron, do you want to drive? I can sit in the second row between Sequoia and Hershel," I said.

"You just want to play with them on the way," said Camron, climbing into the driver's seat and waving Theo into the front-seat passenger seat.

"Shouldn't one of us drive?" said Hershel.

"Well you can, but at this time of day, it is a solid hour drive," said Camron. "It's only 10 minutes if I fly us there."

Hershel just shook his head and climbed in next to me. I dropped a hand right into the middle of each of their laps. Come on, you know I did.

Camron backed out to the street and took off. We flew over the city and he took us out over the bay and flew us under the Golden Gate bridge. Jori and Carlyn squealed a lot. Camron finally dropped us into a spot at the marina. The Gashouse Cove marina. Damn it was prime real estate. I'd buy it in a heartbeat. Maybe I should ask Gus, the owner. He's up there in age but seems to live the marina life. I know he lives aboard his boat.

We walked in and there was an argument in progress. A short chubby guy in a suit was just berating Gus who looked like he had been hit. It was ugly. I watched briefly until the guy shoved Gus, hard. I walked up briskly.

"Stop it," I said. "You can't push people around." The chubby dude turned, looked me up and down, and spit. He aimed for the floor but managed to spit on my leg and foot.

Which is why he ended up on the floor with his arm tight behind him and me sitting on his back.

"Gus, call the cops. I'm pressing charges," I said. Gus seemed reluctant but made the call. I saw that Camron was on his phone texting someone. I suspect it was related.

It took moments for the police to arrive, on their bicycles. They walked up quickly and looked at me.

"Get off of him," shouted the first cop.

"No," I said. "He assaulted me with bodily fluids. That's a felony and I'm pressing charges."

"No, you're not, little girl," said the second cop who physically picked me up and moved me. They helped him up and apologized to him.

What the fuck.

I looked at Camron and he winked at me. Just then I saw someone come in but stay back. Given he was wearing a Dionysus defense force uniform and had a machine pistol strapped to his chest, I understood what Camron was doing. He stayed back and let me deal with it, which I appreciated.

"I ask, politely, that you arrest him for a felony," I said. "If not, we will deal with it ourselves."

Both cops and the guy laughed. That's when the soldier moved forward into view. He handed me a piece of paper and I quickly scanned it.

"You have two choices," I said. "You can arrest him and take him into custody, or this gentleman here will do so and extradite him to Dionysus." I handed the paperwork to the older officer.

"What the fuck is this?" he said.

"That piece of paper says that your career is over if I have to use it," I said. He laughed again.

"Little girl, you're getting arrested, not him," he said.

"I wouldn't try that," said the soldier. Softly. "She has diplomatic immunity."

"This kid. Yeah, right," said the cop.

"Feel free to try," he said. We were at a bit of a standoff when the front door opened and a cop in uniform walked in. Damn he had a lot of shit on his shoulders. He must be somethin'.

The two cops went completely white. The short dude grinned.

"Chief, what are you doing here?" said the cop.

"He's here to put an end to this charade," said the short guy.

"Yes, I am," said the Chief. He pulled out handcuffs and put them on the short guy.

"Take him in," said the Chief. "The young lady said she was pressing charges." They clearly didn't understand but they marched the dude out, who was cussing up a storm.

"My apologies," said the Chief. "Be aware, he'll be out in minutes and the city attorney will not press charges. He will be angry and retaliate. I'd suggest you keep this young man around for a while." He waved his hand at the soldier, who we hadn't met yet. He served his purpose though.

"Why didn't you let us take him?" I asked.

"That wouldn't solve the problem. He's a councilman. He is powerful and corrupt. They all are. I am hopeful that you will help me put him and his colleagues in jail for good," he said. He outlined a plan to put cameras in the marina and put his undercover people in jobs so they could both protect and observe. We found out he was trying to extort the marina from Gus at a ridiculously low cost.

Well fuck that. He finally left and it was the end of Gus' day, so we invited him to join us for dinner.

"You have enough for me?" said Gus. Camron laughed.

"Come on Gus," said Camron. "Of course, we do." Gus might be older, but Gus is fun. Yes, fun. I shared that with our group.

"Oh good," said Jori. "A fresh cock."

That got a smile from Gus.

We walked out onto the dock. Our boat was at the very end. It's a little larger than most. Everyone just followed me, and we kept walking past all the normal size boats. You see our boat is an Amels 272.

As in 272 feet long.

"This is your boat?" said Hershel. "Boat. You said boat. This is not what I pictured."

I led us onboard and we took the elevator up to the top deck.

You know, this story is getting long. I'll leave you hanging for another chapter.

185 years

Tegan here.

We had found the problem with the math that Terence had pointed out, but we were uncomfortable doing more until we figured out the issue with 185 years. He was adamant that we do not do that, and we wouldn't, but we wanted to know why before we continued our experiments. All five of us were working on it. Nan, Luca, Ty, Natalie, and me.

But our new ship was ready. It sure was a lot bigger. It also had what we hoped was a cool new feature.

It could go back in time. It was locked at no farther than 180 years. We weren't messing around.

It was bigger to support passengers. No, not Nan and me, tempting as that was. Animals. First was our dog Traveler. Yes, we named him that for a reason. He was the absolute sweetest golden retriever. He was the most poked, prodded, and scanned dog ever. We needed a baseline to compare upon return. Particularly brain scans.

The rat was good but hey, a rat.

Today we had already sent the ship back to the reptile planet. The sensors and cameras were much better, and the results were amazing. No dog yet. Before we did that, the ship was going back in time.

We went back and forth on where we would go and how far, but Terence had been adamant we could only go 185 years back. We didn't know why but if he said so we leaned towards believing him. At some point we would know why.

So, our ship was going to go back to over a hundred years to Gettysburg. Yes, that's right. We were going to have live video and audio of the Gettysburg address.

We went back to our launching from a distance. This ship was big. We were playing it safe.

My turn at the button.

And it was gone.

We found a way to fill 30 minutes. We put it onsite that long since we didn't know how accurate our time calcs were.

Since we were running live cameras of our control center, we moved into the next room for our waiting time. The next room that was conveniently fitted out as a couch and lounge filled break room. Well, a big king size bed might have been a bit too obvious. I pushed Ty on his back and dropped right on. No need for foreplay when you're this wet. I saw Natalie do exactly the same thing to Luca. Oh no, what will Nan do. Nan did what Nan does. She was everywhere. Licking, rubbing, and more. Ty filled me up right after Nan shoved three fingers in his ass. Yeah, well, that happens. We realized we were cutting it close on time so for future historians, when we were in the control room after it returned and even when we went to pick up the craft, Natalie and I were both going squish, squish. I even noticed in one of the photos published in Science magazine that I had a stream of cum running down the inside of my leg. Well it did accurately reflect the experience. Maybe no one else will notice. Except the horny 12-year-old boys. They'll notice. Maybe a few horny preteen girls too.

Oh hell. Now I am wet again.

The sensors at the launch site were all clean. We drove down and got the cards out of the camera while the telemetry downloaded wirelessly.

The moment of truth. I think I was holding my breath. Our programming was designed to find Lincoln and zoom in on him.

Hot damn. Lincoln in 8K color. The sound quality was amazing. We had all memorized the address and discovered that he actually deviated from his writings but not much.

Damn cool.

It was time for Traveler to be a traveler. Today would only be space. He would have to go over to the hospital for brain scans then we would wait two full weeks before time travel.

Can you believe I just typed time travel?

We sent Traveler for 20 minutes but to the closer planet.

We filled up our time again. We only had 20 minutes this time, so it was a power fuck, particularly given Nan was shorted the last time. It also meant I was Ty's second, not first, so he lasted longer. But we did continue our tradition of doing major events while going squish, squish. In Nan's case, double squish, squish.

Did you catch that? Probably but you won't mind the visual again. Nan got her turn with Ty. And Luca. I suspect a stream of cum for a future shot for her too.

And Traveler was back. He was happy to see us. He seemed fine so we took him into Vino City. We had built a pretty nice hospital because we needed the diagnostic facility. Yeah we were probably the only people that brought in our dog. We had gotten to know the MRI tech Craig really well. Really well. Traveler didn't like the MRI machine, so we had to sedate him. Craig was so gentle with him.

The scans are pretty quick and according to the comparison, there was no change.

Yay!

So, with Craig's help we got Traveler into our SUV and drove back to our house. He was awake and mobile by the time we got there, thank goodness. Traveler, not Craig. Craig had stayed awake. Of course, he came with us. This is Vino. We fuck on Vino.

Oh, you caught that. Our house. Yes, we had one in the royal compound for when we were working over here which was becoming more frequent.

Yeah I wrote royal compound too.

We got him settled and ran and jumped into the ocean including Traveler and Craig. Off our back porch. We swam over to the popup docks and each got on a waverunner and spent the next hour romping around on them. Yes, we put on life jackets. We are young not stupid. Even Traveler has a life vest.

He loves the waverunners. You're picturing him riding his own waverunner, aren't you? As cool as that would be, he has a platform on the back of mine. He freaking loves it.

We went in when Nicky came out on the porch and waved us in for dinner. Nicky and Danny were the caretakers for our house since we weren't here all the time. They were sweet but sometimes a little smothering. We tolerated it because we knew they cared about us.

Why did we need a full time couple when we could just get help from the common team?

Who else would take care of Traveler?

Dinner was great.

After dinner was better. Nicky, Luca, Ty, Craig. Nan, Natalie, Danny, me. Gosh. How convenient.

We did let the boys each save one for each other. Don't worry. I'll give you more details. You see Danny had made whipped cream. Real, homemade, rich whipped cream. She had six canisters filled with it. Hell, the canisters were works of art. She explained how they worked to us. They had cartridges like an air rifle, but they were filled with nitrous oxide. No, we didn't, tempted as we were, but we did have weed infused wine.

That shit's good.

We played the Key Game, even though we don't use keys. Everyone puts their name in a bowl, and we pick out four couples. Then we keep doing it until the boys run out of gas. They're all pretty competitive about it, so there were going to be a number of rounds.

Of course, when that happens, we don't have to stop. We have toys and, well, mouths and fingers. We girls keep going and going. We're Energizer bunnies. I have no idea what an Energizer bunny is, but Amy suggested the edit and then went down on me, so I added it. For all know she is punking me, but damn, she was going down on me.

Sorry, distracted. We did require that the first two rounds be boy/girl. Hey, we wanted to be fucked, not licked. After that we'd do a round of same sex and then decide about round four. Sure, four. Heck, I was hoping for six.

So, the first round pairings were Nicky and Natalie, Luca and Nan, Craig and me, Ty and Danny. Oh, I am sure you assumed we had to be careful about Nan and Nicky, but Nicky is 16 years old and Danny is 15 years old. Yes, they're married. Yes, they're in school.

This is Vino. Oh my. I never described Nicky, Danny, or Craig. Nicky is about 5'10", with a slim swimmer's body, copper skin, and a thin 6-inch (15 cm) cock. His cock has many uses and he knows how to use it well. Danny is stunning. She's really tall for her age at about 5'8". Yes, that tall. She has amazing A cup breasts that are almost all nipple. You know what I am talking about. Puffy and suckable. She has a very similar physique to Nicky, which makes sense, given she is his younger sister.

Dionysus, right?

On to Craig. Craig is average in every way except skill. He's about 5'7", overweight to the point of chubby, and has a 5-inch (13 cm) average cut cock. You know that physical appearance isn't the deciding factor for us. It's the whole package. No, I don't even mean the sex. You have to like the person to invite them to have sex for the first time or to say yes if they ask first.

In Craig's case he definitely asked first. I asked him about it one night while he was cleaning out his own mess from me. That itself was an experience because he is really good at rimming.

Did you follow that? Rimming.

Off track again, but he laughed when I asked him. He explained that he asked every person that walked in the room, as long as they didn't have an ethical issue. Even patients are OK, if their health does not preclude it. He gave me an example.

"A couple came into the office with their daughter who had strained her knee playing football. You know, soccer. So, the 10-year-old daughter is the patient. Mom and Dad are concerned but have already been told the test will likely be negative," said Craig. "It was, which meant everyone was good and the clinical relationship was over. I asked all three of them if they'd like to fuck and pointed out there was a daybed in the break room.

"The mom and dad politely declined. The daughter was all for it. It turned out the parents preferred to watch. And they watched, along with three people that were on break. The break room, right?"

"Everyone," I said.

"Everyone," said Craig. "Look, I know I am no Adonis or supermodel. I try to make up for it in skill and attention to my partners, and I think I do a pretty good job. But when you look like me, how can you say to yourself that you'll only hit on the very attractive? Sure, I'd get enough yeses to be fun, but that's not me. Everyone. I had a patient just yesterday. A precautionary scan after a fall. Thankfully all was good. He'd come in with his nurse, who was a larger black women. He was in his eighties. I hit on them both. I ended up fucking her doggy style while blowing him. Damn it was the biggest load I've ever tried to swallow. I even kissed some to each of them. He shared after that he hadn't cum in ten years. I made sure to clear it up with them that even though they had a working relationship, sex was fine. They left with big smiles. He called me later in the week and said she'd moved into his bedroom. He wanted to know if it was OK to propose. I assured him it was."

"You know you're going to be one hell of a catch whenever you're ready," I said. "Are you paying attention for a partner or still playing?"

"I'm right on the cusp," he said. "Open to it, not actively pursuing it. I have one person I'm crushing on, but they're not available." Uh oh.

"It's not me," I said, concerned. He smiled.

"Oh, it could be, but you're too perfect with Luca. I see that, so no," he said, smiling.

"You're seriously not going to tell me?" I said. He laughed but didn't answer.

"Are you sure they wouldn't like to at least date as a third and see how it works?" I said. "We're a quad and it is amazing. You've met Gabe and Carlina." Yeah, he moaned. That's predictable when you mention their names.

"Are you not attracted to both of them?" I asked. He got a thoughtful look.

"Oh, I definitely am, but me? No. Just no. They're gorgeous and have great jobs and are just perfect," said Craig. I had a suspicion, but he had to tell me if he wanted to.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'll stop. I like you. I want to help if I can. Everything is confidential. You know you can trust me." He laughed again.

"Yes, I know. OK," he said, taking in a breath. "I'm crushing on Nicky, but it could just as easily be Danny." I shouldn't have and it was involuntary, but I snorted. His entire face fell.

"No, no, it's good, trust me," I said. "The three of you need to talk. Openly. Spill your guts time. I cannot tell you more than that for the same reason of confidence." I hopped up and dragged him off the bed and pulled him out of the room. Yes, still naked, but that's not important. We're always naked. I pulled him into the kitchen, on a guess, which turned out to be right. They were both starting dinner. I pulled Craig next to them.

"All three of you," I said. "Go talk. Now. Spill your guts. If you trust me, be honest and blunt. I'll make dinner."

They finally came back out the next morning. All smiles. Naked. Sticky. Really sticky. Craig was in the middle, with each of his hands holding one of theirs. His cock literally had fresh cum on it. They walked up to me.

"We have a question," said Craig. I held up a finger and he stopped. I dropped to my knees and licked and sucked him clean. In the process, he got hard and Nicky got hard. I turned them around and pushed on Nicky and Craig's backs.

"You're not done," I said. "Use up everyone you have, then push on for a last. Then spend at least an hour both giving Danny pleasure. Then you're done." I grabbed three granola bars and handed them each one.

"I don't like granola bars," said Craig.

"Suck it up and eat it. You'll need the energy. Find bars you do like. Stock them in the pantry," I said. That comment spun them back around and I laughed.

"You're either spending a lot of time here or moving in," I said. "Either way you should have bars here." All six eyebrows shot up.

"You don't mind if he moves in?" said Danny.

"Listen, you have all heard it and need to listen to it," I said. "Your house is your house. You make the decisions. Not us. If Craig moves in and it is cramped, call housing and have them build on to your house. Have a baby or two? Still want to stay here? Build more. Stop worrying and asking. Now, eat your damn bars and go fuck. When they're just worn down, Danny, call me in."

And she did. The two men were lying in bed, naked, holding hands, and snoring. They were sweating and sticky and both smiling in their sleep.

Danny and I went to my room. Oh gosh. Luca is there.

Whatever will we do.

Traveler travels

We had gone home but came back two weeks later. We sent Traveler back to August 28, 1963. Doesn't ring a bell?

I've got a dream.

We have the only 8K recording.

It looks like it works pretty well. Traveler was just fine.

Woot woot.

We decided to celebrate, and our families flew over. That was quite a party particularly when you start with a recording of that speech. Motivating, right? OK, kicking off a wild sex party might not have been his goal. I doubt he would have complained.

We're pretty good at it. The party got a little bigger than expected. Like that was a problem. And by a little bigger, I mean freaking huge. Every one of the houses in the compound was overflowing. There wasn't a king size bed in the area that didn't have four, or even five, people in it. The lounges, including the outdoor lounges, were taken. Couches. You name it. They just kept coming. People invited friends who invited friends. I didn't try to count, but I know that there was an entire team flown in to support the party. The locals couldn't do it. I asked Bob if he knew and he said all he knew was that it was over a thousand.

Then he fucked me. Hard. Damn he's good at it. I went and found Luca, because Bob did something new. It took practice. Lots of practice. But Luca perfected it too. In the end, I ended up cum covered, so I kind of liked it. I made it my mission to teach it to as many people as possible.

I'm fairly confident that many of them already knew it, because they were good at it, but when I walk up, still dripping with cum, and suggest it, not many people are going to say no. Orlando, Gabe, Luca again, Tavi, Tomas, Tom, Bob again. You get the idea. I started by counting, but lost count.

It might be just as well. It became the theme of the entire party. No matter where I went, people were trying it. Most weren't strong enough to do it.

Juanita was. The best of the night. Sorry Bob.

Come on. If you add tits and a cock to the move, it is transcendent. I might have space traveled a couple times during orgasms.

Our parties are fun.

Go or no go

Tegan again. I was in a heated argument with Nan, at the celebration. You'd think we would be on the same side on this, but we weren't.

She wanted to go. To the nearest planet. In the ship. I did too, but not yet. I said we needed to do way more tests and also allow some time to pass and scan Traveler again. She was passionate in her argument, but it basically centered around her wanting to do it, not that it was safe. We thought it was. We certainly believed that Terence had used it to come to our meeting, but it still was early in testing. My biggest argument was that we had to figure out the 185 year problem. Not that we could necessarily fix it, but that we knew why. Kevin had walked up and was listening.

And then he distracted her. Yeah, that was fun to watch. OK, OK, fun to join in too. Kevin's such a sweet and talented guy and I'm not talking about the piano. It got pretty spirited, to the point of a pretty big audience. Then Gina joined in. Somehow I ended up in DP with Kevin and Gina and Nan did too, with Max and Martan. I would have loved to have watched, but, you know, Kevin and Gina.

In the end, we decided to wait. OK, I did. Nan fell asleep. With Martan inside her.

Traveler was a good start for planetary travel. Yeah, you read his name and thought I was going someplace really freaky, didn't you?

Even we're not that kinky.

What a weekend. Maybe others will tell more, but I think it took a week to clean that porch.

A fucking party

On the White House lawn. I might have gotten your hopes up. Fucking was not literal in that title, although the party would have been better. Can you imagine it? A couple hundred intelligence officials, with their families, naked on the White House lawn, rutting away.

They'd all be happier. I was spending a lot of time meeting and encouraging people. I felt like it was a huge part of my job. We were well past the few days stage and the world was starting to accept the situation as the new normal.

I don't. Not yet. They're my friends.

But, life had to go on. It did. I mentioned that I really tried to get to know people. I blocked a couple hours every day to spend at some major Federal office. I timed it around lunch. At first, it freaked people out, but I'd drop in the cafeteria as soon as it opened and just wander around joining tables and chatting for a few minutes and moving to a new table. Zeke went with me and made sure he knew the name, role, and a tidbit about every single person I met. He was really subtle about it too.

Every person I met got a thank you note, in the mail, with a stamp, for spending time with me. I know, it is hokey, but it was important to me.

I did issue my first executive order and it was about cafeterias. That seems a little odd, doesn't it, but you'll get it if you understand our family. Almost every major agency had two cafeterias. One for the most senior executives, that had waitress service and better food, and one that you went through the line and had good, but not great food.

That just pissed me off. Yeah, yeah, perks of responsibility. I call BS. You're farther and farther from the real work. My executive order equalized the price and opened both cafeterias to everyone. Everybody could put in with friends for a table in the restaurant and they did a lottery every week to fill up the restaurant and everyone else had the regular cafeteria.

You should have heard the screams. I'm pretty sure I heard a few from the Oval Office. Here's the challenge. The louder you screamed about it, the closer to retirement you were. You just didn't know it yet.

If it was not your instinct to treat everyone fairly, you should not be in this administration.

A week later we announced significant layoffs in the senior ranks, particularly from Border Patrol.

Those dudes were weird.

None of that meant a thing, did it? At least for this story.

I decided to have parties every Saturday afternoon. In nice weather outside, in less nice weather we moved it to the Dionysus DC Hotel. Remember the last guy's hotel? He had to sell it. So sad. Sophia bought it. I think she just did it to twist the knife. After all, it was our security services that found the critical evidence.

I guess no one mentioned that before.

Now today was the first party. Every week, remember? Two hundred families, in a lottery, from the agencies of Homeland Security. That's the FBI, TSA, Border Patrol, and more. People that have never met. People that likely see the other agency as competitors.

I laughed when my friend Jinn won a spot. She's a single mom, goes to school at night, and has two kids, JJ, who is her 15-year-old son and MJ, who is her 10-year-old daughter. They like initials, I guess. Jinn works in the mailroom at the FAA. I met her at lunch, but also went into the mail room and met everyone. They're always such nice people and know so much.

Just last week I watched JJ and MJ at The Falls when her evening childcare fell through and she had a test.

Nothing happened. Darn it. Hey, they're adorable and in our country we would have been naked in the first 10 seconds. I am quite confident that they knew the Dionysus rules because they hinted all night long. I finally sat them down.

"Are you hinting about something?" I asked. "Be honest. That's always better than wandering around the topic. This is a safe space. You can say anything."

JJ looked at his sister and she smiled and nodded.

"We want to get naked with you. MJ is really good with oral and I'm told I'm a good fuck," said JJ.

"He is a good fuck," said MJ, smiling.

"Good information, and my answer is not tonight," I said. Their faces fell.

"What did I say?" I asked and they both looked at me. Finally, MJ answered.

"You said no," said MJ, in a sad voice.

"No, I didn't. I said something else. Think back. You need to pay close attention to detail. It trips you up when you have my job. It's a good skill to have," I said. They clearly were trying to remember. JJ brightened first.

"You didn't say no. You said not tonight. You left it open for another night," said JJ. "Which leads to the question, what has to happen before that night? What can we do?"

"We need to do two things. Tonight, we're going to have a wide open conversation about sex. We're going to talk about birth control, and consent, and a few other things. Then I am going to answer absolutely any question you have, and trust that you'll keep my confidence. Can you?" I said. They both quickly agreed.

"That's all good and I suspect fun," said JJ. "But what's the other thing."

"This is a consulate. We can legally fuck our brains out all night long if, and it is a big if, your mother gives me permission. She has to tell me personally that it is OK," I said. They looked so sad.

"Mom would never do that," said JJ. "She's super scared about us someday having sex. She has no idea. Mom got pregnant with me at 15. It threw her life to shit, or at least she thinks so. We're proud of her and love her and think she's great. She's not there yet."

"OK," I said. "I get it. Do I have your permission to talk to her about it? I won't tell her anything about the two of you." They thought about it and I took the opportunity to go get drinks for us all so they could talk. I brought them back and they were sitting together on the couch holding hands.

"Yes, you do," said JJ. I looked at MJ.

"Yes, from me too," said MJ. They both smiled such a hopeful look. Just then I got a text that class was running expectedly late, but Jinn would leave early.

I texted her, of course, that she would do no such thing. I asked the kid's bedtime and told her I'd get them their bath and put them to bed. I told her to swing by and we'd have a glass of wine and she could find a bedroom too, so she didn't have to drive.

We cannot do that to you

It's an order. OK, I sent a smiley emoji too.

I do like Jinn. I admit, I wouldn't mind liking Jinn. I suppose there is a little danger, but honestly, they can fuck themselves. It's not like I wanted this job. They sure aren't going to impeach me. I'd crush them all. Hey, my side learned the power of money. We use it liberally. I'm still the kingmaker and always will be. Maybe I'll even run again.

Nope, no thinking that way. Caretaker. They'll be back.

"Listen kids, your mom is going to be late. Let's get your bath and ready for bed. If you go down that hall, the first door on the right is a closet room. Find pajamas in your size. The next room is a guest room and get your baths and then come on out," I said. "I have some work to do, so please don't bother me for about an hour. I won't be able to respond."

They got up and headed off smiling and holding hands. Just as they got to the hallway, I called out.

"The carpet in the closet room is really soft," I said. "Quite comfortable."

I think that made my point. I didn't actually have shit to do. I just wanted them to know they had an hour. I killed time watching some YouTube videos. I love to leave positive comments. It makes them happy and it makes me laugh. I closed my laptop when they walked out, still holding hands.

Oh my. MJ was in a short teddy. Very see-thru. Her tiny panties were not only sheer, but wet. JJ was in underwear kind of like women's boy shorts. Equally as sheer and his cock was hard and there was quite a wet spot.

Oh, wait. Those are women's panties. Damn, he rocks them too. They were just standing there on display when we were all three surprised.

Their mom walked in the room. Oh boy. Do you know what happened?

She moaned. I don't know what came over me, but I walked over to her and gave her a big hug and went in for a kiss. It was one hell of a kiss. Lots of tongue. I broke the kiss and leaned in close and whispered.

"Tasty cum," I said. She turned red.

"OK, all three of you," I said. "We're having a family talk."

I dragged them over to the couches. Jinn was having a really tough time keeping her eyes off the kids. Hell, so was I. They clearly felt bold, because MJ was sitting on JJ's lap. He had his arms around her from behind, and resting right on her panties. I think he forgot, or maybe he did it on purpose, but at one point he rubbed his sister's pussy, just for a moment.

Jinn moaned. I looked at the kids.

"Tell her," I said. "Be honest." They looked stunned, but finally MJ spoke. It's always the girl.

"JJ and I have sex a lot and we want to have sex with Chris and we really want you to join us," said MJ. All in one incredibly fast burst.

Wow Jinn looked conflicted. I needed to talk to her.

"Kids, go back into a bedroom. Fuck if you want," I said. "Your mom and I need to talk." Jinn looked like she was about to object, then she stopped herself. They ran off. Their clothes didn't make it out of the living room. I admit, watching their cute little asses running down the hall was nice. Jinn couldn't keep her eyes off them.

"Cute asses," I said. Jinn moaned.

"You knew all along that they were fucking," I said. She sat up a little straighter and nodded.

"You don't care at all. You kind of like it. You'd love to join in, but something is holding you back," I said. "There is no safer space in the world to share. You know I have your back."

She sat there without speaking. I waited her out. During part of the silence, we heard MJ call out in what was clearly a serious orgasm.

Then I figured out the problem.

Jinn got hard. She was sitting on the edge of the couch and I just couldn't resist. I couldn't. I walked over and pushed her back and laid down on top of her. Her cock, which felt like a nice one, was pressed right against my clit. I was holding myself up on my arms, over her.

"May I please kiss you?" I asked. She moaned "yes".

So, I did. Passionately. God she is a good kisser. Incredible. Finally, I stood up and dropped my dress. She gasped. I just stood and waited. Finally, she smiled and stood up and dropped her dress.

Yes, I moaned. Jinn is stunning. Incredible puffies oh so close to mine. A long, thick cock oozing precum. I pushed her back again and sat on her legs.

"May I climb onboard your cock?" I asked. She moaned her approval again. I lifted her cock and slowly sat down on it. I was gently bouncing up and down, while our hands roamed. She was so good with my clit.

Which is why, at the point we both had huge orgasms, that it was timely that the kids walked in.

To find me on their mom's cock, almost screaming.

"Holy shit," said MJ. "Mom has a cock. That is so cool. I know there's a story to hear, but fuck that." She damn near pushed me off of her mom's lap. I fell onto the carpet. JJ was standing over me, hard.

"I love sloppy seconds," he said. "May I fuck you?" This time I moaned my consent. By the time he entered me, MJ had Jinn hard and was just slamming up and down.

I'm pretty sure things have changed just a bit in their lives.

I suppose I should get back to the story about the party. I'll close this part with the observation that Noah and I loved it when Jinn and her family visited. Noah and I babysat any night that either one of us was in town. It took the pressure, both as mom and economically, off Jinn.

And we got to fuck her kids. God, that sounds terrible, but it was decidedly not terrible.

Did you hear me moan?

Oh, Jinn and her cock. It turned out that Jinn was their dad, originally, and when he came out to their mom about his gender feelings, she ran for the hill, leaving the kids behind. She'd moved to DC, using it as the chance to make the switch.

I do love kids. They didn't give a shit, although MJ sometimes likes to scream out "Oh Dad" when Jinn is cumming in her. She usually follows it with her declaration of love for tits and a cock.

Well sure. Who doesn't?

Back to the first party

Damn we had fun. I couldn't remember the last time I had that much fun with my clothes on, unless you included the time Noah fucked me in the bathroom of an upscale DC restaurant. I was fully clothed. He just pulled my panties to the side, fucked me, and left me squish, squish.

It was fun and I was fully clothed.

Not quite the same thing.

We did it in style. We had bounce houses. We had trampolines. We had entertainers. I hired over a hundred qualified and background checked people from nearby daycares to come in and supervise the kids. The parents could have fun and roam without their kids. That went over well. We even set up croquet and had people teaching it. It was near where we set up Bocce ball and had people doing that too. The most fun was the curling sheet. If you've ever seen the Winter Olympics, it involves their weird kettle ball thing, on ice, with people with brooms. That's what an ion cube can do for you.

We all sucked at it. Badly. Oh hell, yes I tried it. We quickly discovered that one of the TSA employees had grown up in Canada and was a junior champion. She simply loved it and spent almost the entire day trying to teach the kids to do it. The kids were amazing at it.

Oh, she. You expected he, didn't you? The world is a changin'.

You're also probably thinking some TSA executive. Nope. She's a TSA agent in Santa Fe, New Mexico, which is about as far from Ottawa as you can get. About a third of the people and their families in attendance were from field offices. We sent planes to get them all. They were all staying at the Dionysus DC hotel.

God that still makes me laugh.

It was expensive as hell to do all this, and I was doing it every week. Fuck it. We needed this. I needed this. I did have to laugh, because they were so predictable. The right-wing sites all had huge cover page articles on the extravagance and government waste.

My favorite was the headline Partying on your tax dollars.

I had been hoping so much for them to come after us.

The press office released a packet with detailed line items for every single expense. We even included estimates of the cost of the plane flights. Those were tough, since they're ion powered. Once you build them, they don't really cost anything. So, we used the cost of full fare first class. Every single penny.

One of the last pages was a photocopy of a personal check, from me, paying the entire bill. Not from Dionysus. That would be sketchy. From me personally, all from US investments. I documented that too.

The last page was a matching check made out to Planned Parenthood. Sometimes you have to twist the knife.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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