28 October 2019

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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?

Rollin' rollin' rollin'

Morgon here. I thought I'd give an update to my project at what used to be Castleton Square mall in Indianapolis.

My family was happy to be home but after this project was done we would probably move. Either back to our new home or on to my next project. My parents were really open to it. They say you can't go home and in our circumstances that felt particularly true. Some of my parents' old friends tried to reconnect and they fell into three groups.

The first was the people that saw my family as way to get something. They were the family equivalent of gold diggers and none of them were even very good at it. Subtlety folks. That group got one chance and were gone forever.

The second group meant well but could not get past TJ's death. They just wouldn't drop it. The worst were the ones that kept talking about how they had a similar experience because of the death of their parent, cousin, or dog.

Yes dog. It was kind of stunning. Sure, you value your pet but come on.

My parents lost their son. Nothing is like that. I lost my brother and wouldn't even claim it was the same. I sure miss him. Every day. Those people meant well but were difficult to be around. They quickly went into the ignore bucket.

The third group were genuinely good people that acknowledged our family's pain and moved forward with us. Their kids were fun, and they were enjoyable to be around. Out of all their friends, and they had a lot, that ended up being two families. Antony and Jenn and their kids Lucian who is 10 and Elsie who is 9. I loved their kids. They're the perfect example of how we are building this school and have already applied. The other family is Declan and Serena and their two kids Laila who is 11 and Den who is 9. All a little older than me but I was the only one with a fulltime job. Another family whose kids were destined for our school.

Which would be soon. Our progress was incredible. The bones of the mall were good and we had almost 1.4 million square feet. As you know, we started with the community center and it is spectacular. Think an upscale Y, combined with a bounce house type kids place, combined with a nice coffee shop.

All free. The kid's area was run as a place parents could drop their kids while they worked out or just had a bit of quiet time with a cup of coffee and a nice book. The quality of construction is top notch. Oh, don't forget the indoor Olympic pool and kids pool plus sauna and steam.

Just a cool place. Tomorrow is the grand opening and we are so excited. I'd hired Isabell as the manager, and she has the perfect background. She's a licensed nurse, an RN, with experience running a large daycare. She is also an exercise physiologist and competes in ironman competitions.

She felt like a good fit. My family liked her too. A lot. Just not me. Yet.

As you can imagine, the grand opening was getting a lot of attention. While coming to the center was free, there were modest charges for food. Our biggest challenge was likely going to be capacity. Free was attractive. We were trying to figure out a method to favor those that really needed it over those that could afford traditional health club.

For now, everyone was welcome. After all we did have a million square feet. The average elementary, middle, and high school combined was around 300,000. Triple that to add a small university and we still have a half million square feet and that's if we didn't build more. We didn't need anywhere near the amount of parking.

The average health club was under 5,000 square feet. Our community center is 210,000 square feet.

That 5,000 square foot facility supports over 1,500 paid members.

Oh, we did the research, but we are still guessing. Wildly.

One of our other anchor stores was becoming apartments and moving quickly too. It was larger at almost 300,000 square feet and the apartments averaged 1,000 square feet. In the end, with overhead for halls, dining areas, and more, we built 248 very nice apartments. Small compared with our enrollment but we were mostly a commuter campus.

I admit I also had my eye on several nearby apartment complexes. We would have to honor existing leases but could manage it over time.

Thinking ahead. That's me.

Saturday was our job fair. We'd already made major hires for the community center, but we needed to staff the school. Teachers, professors, administration, coaches, maintenance, everything. We needed at least 400 positions filled quickly and would grow from there. We could be much blunter now than in the past, but there was still some reputational risk. We'd be careful. Jackson has a much more sophisticated recommendation engine now, plus a network that is so unique.

Unique, we needed unique. We did offer positions to the children of our team members, including the community center. For many of them, that was a big deal.

I was logging onto our recruitment portal to see how the scheduling was going. It's Tuesday so there should be some people signed up. I'd arranged twelve people to interview, with 20 minute interviews. We can be decisive. I was killing them a bit, with 10 hours of interviews. Thirty each, times the twelve, should be 360 interviews. That's a lot in one day.

Wow. All the slots are full and over 4,000 people were on the waiting list. While I sat there looking at it, the waiting list grew to 4,400.

Oh boy. This was good, though. We had two schools being built, with a third on the way. Northeast, West, and South. We could absorb people as fast as we hired them. We wanted night classes too. Adjunct professor was good too. Teach a class or two.

It just crossed 5,000.

I needed more slots. I sent a text out to a huge group asking them to spend Saturday in Indianapolis, interviewing for the school. The scheduling software was amazing. It matched the interviewers to the interviewees. You want to teach physics, then you're interviewing with Nan, Tegan, Natalie, Ty, or one of the others that are geniuses. In ten minutes, I had over 300 volunteers. They didn't just reply. I'd sent a link to enter themselves into the system. I just watched the waiting list counter spin backwards. The system also rebalanced to give people a shorter day and more breaks.

I had forgotten to turn on alerts so did so now. I might need more. The people could check that they needed a place to stay and the system would figure that out too. It would fill out the houses of everyone that had one. Me, Pari, Shelby, and more, then it would start reserving hotel rooms. I had a bright idea, and told the system to put all the new apartments in.

Now I just had to ensure they were done by Friday.

This was complicated! I did laugh, because if you wanted to wipe out the entire Dionysus leadership team, just bomb this school on Saturday. Everyone signed up. Everyone.

Even Chris. That was going to be a hoot.

"Tell me where you want to be in five years," asks Chris.

"Well, Miss President..."

If you can make it through some of these interviews without drooling, then you are probably hired. Remember back to when we staffed the Gamma resorts. Actually, that was the solution. I was trying to figure out where people would interview. I'd limit the interviewers to 248.

Why? Because that was the exact number of apartments. Drop by, have an interview, maybe fuck the interviewer, get hired. No, that's wrong. Get hired, fuck the interviewer. No risk of expectations there. All of these people had read our rules and in signing their application agreed to them. They never, ever had to do anything.

Did I also mention that we opened interviewing up to students that could teach lower grades? We'd train them.

I have things to do. I'll be back on Friday. All of this was really under the control of Christina, who starts on Thursday. Nothing like trial by fire.

248!

OK, my new boss is insane, but the software is pretty great. We had 248 people interviewing. That didn't include the HR team. We were floaters. We had an extra twenty people to cover breaks and anything else you needed. Bob and Amy were on the floater team mostly because people could be intimidated. Amy can be a little intimidating when she is insisting she is not intimidating.

You get it. I'd read the entire journal. Hell, I got access last Friday night and never left my bed. I read and read and read.

I might have worn my clit out.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Christina. Given this is the journal, I'll keep going. I'm in my twenties, and average in a number of ways. I'm average height, average weight, average blonde hair, average tits (C cup), and always horny. OK, that was probably me being a little self-deprecating. I'm told I'm attractive. I'm also told I'm a firecracker in bed.

Shelby can tell you. So can Nyle. Then again so can Shelby's brother. And parents. And Morgon's parents. And Bob.

Hey, who passes up an opportunity with King Bob? His reputation underestimates his skill and his reputation is quite good.

As in I came so many times I actually passed out.

That is now the goal for sex. Make me faint, baby.

Sorry. I love my job. Our breaks are smoking breaks, but in an entirely different way.

So yes, I was in charge of today. All the interviewers were in place. All the candidates had their information of time and place. Given we might swap interviewers, we didn't give them that name. We reinforced that if anything happened it was between consenting adults. We also reminded them that adult was 13 years old.

Come on. Let's say you're a young woman being interviewed by Luca. Or a young man being interviewed by Ruby. Or vice versa. Our people wouldn't make the first move, but honestly, if you had the confidence to ask Luca or Ruby to fuck, that was a good sign.

Hey, I was getting laid today. Even if I just had to fuck all the floaters. Starting with Bob. I'd challenge him to fuck me unconscious.

Again.

This is kind of fun

Bob here. Yes, I was on the floater team, but I'd never really interviewed like this before, so I was sitting in on a couple of the early interviews. I joined Pari. That can't possibly surprise you. I just love Pari.

Yes, maybe in that way. Oh, don't worry, Amy is my soulmate, but Pari. Come on. Pari. It is a good thing that Amy loves her too.

The first candidate to come in was interviewing for a leadership position. His background was in cafeteria management. This was on a different scale than he was used to, but we were cool with that. There were multiple restaurants and bars throughout the campus, and they'd be his responsibility. I loved the technology behind Jackson's matching app. It was really rare that we were presented with a candidate that wasn't getting hired. We looked at every aspect of their life. We could. We have fewer rules. Great code.

OK, yes, I wrote it, but I'm proud of it.

So, our candidate was Nicholas. He was the manager of a school cafeteria in Plainfield, which was a bit of a hike. We'd ask him about that. I'll try to be quiet.

Pari went through the standard interview stuff and then asked some off the wall things. He was startled when she asked about his family and kids. We can ask that. This is Dionysus not the US. He happily shared all about his 6-year-old daughter Carlee and 11-year-old son Ellis. He'd already had them tested and they were hoping to hear soon. He was particularly motivated because his working here locked in the slots.

"So does your son enjoy blowjobs from his sister?" asked Pari. You could see his face go all over the place and then he smiled. That's when they remember our rules.

"Very much so, just like I enjoy his," he said. Oh, great answer. We finally got to the "do you have any questions" part.

"Just one. I clearly want the job, but you know that. This is a follow up to the can but don't have to. I know we have limited time, but once we finish the interview, I'd love to demonstrate my skills to you both. I thought a quick train with me in the middle could work," he said.

Ah bold. I liked bold.

Pari stood up. She held out her hand and shook his.

"Welcome to the team," she said. Then she started undressing. I admit we both just watched. Come on. You would too. He shook it off faster than I did and stripped. Damn. Just damn. Great definition, strong legs, and an 8-inch (20 cm) uncut throbbing cock. Yes, throbbing. Pari was already in the bedroom, on the bed, on her knees.

I had to catch up. By the time I got him lubed up and ready, Pari had mewed through at least a half dozen orgasms. We didn't have much time and when he filled up Pari, I filled up him.

They were both going to go squish, squish.

I think I like interviewing.

With Pari in panties and Nicholas in boxers, she stuck out her hand.

"Welcome to the team," said Pari. "HR will reach out with information on your temporary apartment. It will be much like this one. Then Real Estate will reach out and help you with your house search. Oh, and the auto team will help you choose the right car for each of your family. We suggest smaller SUVs for the kids."

"I don't understand any of that," said Nicolas. Pari laughed.

"Your role comes with a home. The real estate team will help you find the perfect house for your family. We're partial to homes on Geist, but your family might prefer acreage. You can certainly stay in the Plainfield area, since all four cars will be able to fly."

"Can we back up to the four cars thing?" said Nicholas. Pari laughed again.

"Executives receive a home and cars for each family member," she said, smiling. Damn she has a smile.

"You're buying my 6-year-old daughter her own car. A car that flies," said Nicholas.

"Yep," she said. "They'll both have driver's ed as one of their first classes. We are going to rent the Speedway."

"The Speedway. The track where they hold the Indy 500," said Nicholas.

"Yep. It's a hell of a lot of fun to drive," said Pari. "Now, I'm sorry, but the HR team will help you with all the details." Then she went in for the hug. I felt a little bad because he came in his shorts.

I almost came in mine and I wasn't in the hug. He laughed and pulled on his pants and dressed quickly.

"My son will clean it up," he said. Yeah, they seem like a nice addition.

Just then Christina came and got me because I needed to cover for Chris because she had to take a call. We walked into the apartment and there was no one there. I knew what that meant. Christina and I walked into the bedroom and there was a young man who couldn't have been more than 11 or so just pounding Chris. I mean hard. He looked over to us.

"Strip," he said. Well OK. We both did. He slowed down for a minute. He pointed at Christina and told her to get underneath. She did. Quickly.

"You. Fuck me in the ass. I like a train," he said. Well I guess that was my thing today. He was small and so tight, but we made it work. I never even learned his name.

Somehow Chris ended up with both loads on her. We left her taking a call with the President of Korea, sitting on the bed, naked, dripping in cum. Hell, if Chris would have meetings looking like that then everyone will just agree to let her take over their country too. Particularly if it was their cum.

Sorry, but she did look pretty sexy. Right before closing the door, she wiggled her finger for me to stay.

Well, she did need to be cleaned up and I do have security clearance. I didn't really listen though. I concentrated.

Now I was actually going to do an interview. All by myself. Even Christina left. There was a knock on the door, and I opened it to find the most adorable young woman standing there. I was expecting her, given I had her resume, I just didn't quite expect someone this young. She is interviewing for the position of IT director, so it made sense for me to interview her. She doesn't actually know that is what she is interviewing for though. She applied to be a PC Technician. You know, moving them, setting them up, troubleshooting. Those kinds of things. There was something about her application that popped, so I'd called her reference yesterday. He is the technology specialist at her current elementary school. She was a volunteer tech at her school.

"She is the smartest person I have ever met and knows more about technology than I ever will," said the tech specialist. "She could do my job in a heartbeat. Heck, she could run IBM," he said.

Well, we didn't need her to run IBM. Yet. Maybe someday.

When I opened the door, her jaw dropped.

"I'm sorry sir," she stammered. "I must have the wrong room. I'll go figure it out." She turned and started to walk away. I guess I'm scary.

"Wait," I said, and she turned back. "Are you Erin?"

"Yes," she said, quietly.

"Then you're in the right place," I said.

"But you're the King," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, but I'm also a darn good programmer and technologist. Come on in," I said, waving my arm. "I don't bite."

I stuck out my hand.

"I'm just Bob, OK?" I said. "I'm not really that scary." She pulled out her phone.

"Can I take a selfie with you?" she asked. "Even if I don't get the job, at least I'll have that!" So, we took a selfie and it was great. I asked if I could put my arm around her and she just melted into me. It really was a great shot.

I guided her over to the seating area since it felt a little more casual. She sat on the couch and I took a chair. I asked her about herself and her family. Two parents, both in IT, and a brother whose love was soccer. She shared that he is 13 years old and had applied to the school too. I asked a few questions about her parents' backgrounds and it turned out that they would both be outstanding techs. That was really their focus.

Then I started asking her about what projects she had done recently and what she was learning. That's a great ice breaker and she was doing some really cool things with AI. This was one bright kid. Did I mention she is 9 years old? This kid has a future.

It only took a few minutes to know she was perfect.

"OK, this was great, so let's chat about the role," I said. "First though, would your parents be interested in jobs here too? We have multiple open positions." She moaned a little, which was encouraging, and then agreed yes they'd be thrilled. I had her text them to come over and I texted Christina to add them to my list. Erin said they could be right over, in less than 10 minutes.

"I'd like to formally offer you the position. The hours are flexible, and we can work around your schoolwork, which comes first," I said. "The job is a little different than the one for which you applied, but it does pay better."

You could see she was interested.

"What would the role be?" she asked, so politely.

"Director of Information Technology for the US school systems," I said. "The position is an Executive Vice President. Basically, the CIO." She just stared at me and finally laughed a little.

"Yeah, sure," she said. "Seriously, what role?" I just waited her out for a bit.

"You're serious? Me?" said Erin. "I'm a kid." I admit I laughed.

"No, you're not," I said. "That's not the way we look at things." We worked through the salary and benefits, including a car and a plane.

Hey, her job was nationwide. She needed a plane. She just kept smiling and stuck her hand out and accepted.

"Can we go back a bit," said Erin. "You mentioned that you don't view me as a kid. Does that mean we can go back into that bedroom now and fuck?" She pointed to the bedroom. I didn't answer. I just walked back into the bedroom, shedding my clothes. She beat me to the bed. Remember, she's an applicant too. Her parents had already signed all the permission forms.

This girl had talents beyond IT. Way beyond IT. She had this thing she did with her tongue, where she licked from the underside of the head and around my balls.

Right before she stuck a finger up my ass. I was so close but pushed her away. She popped right off with a smile.

"You've already cum today," she said, with a smile, and I nodded.

The one thing I had failed to consider was that Christina would walk in with Erin's parents while I was balls deep fucking her doggy style. She noticed them.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad," she said, still bouncing against me. "Why do you still have clothes on? I don't know who you are, but you should strip too."

She meant Christina, who did strip.

"Bob, pull out. Save this load for my mom," said Erin. So, I reluctantly did. Erin laughed.

"Don't worry," said Erin. "You can come visit and bring Queen Amy." Why yes I can. Which was how I found myself fucking Joan right next to Raymond fucking Christina. Erin stood on the bed right behind Raymond and me. First she pushed our heads towards each other. Well that was a fine idea and Raymond is an excellent kisser.

Then she shoved a good size dildo in each of our asses. She'd found the toy closet. Every apartment came with one. We're good landlords.

I came. Hard. So did Raymond. I know that because we pulled out and both women rolled. My load and Raymond's load just covered our partner.

"Cleanup!" shouted Erin. I took it as an opportunity to rinse off quickly. With Raymond. OK and I blew him.

Interviewing is fun. I should mention that we hired Joan and Raymond too. They work for Erin. She asked if she could hire her brother too. He's more of a hardware guy. Someday I was going to make her brother an Earl just so I could call him Earl Earl.

Yes, that was a prime dad joke. Thank you very much. I'm still going to do it. I can. I'm the king.

"Sure," I said. "You're responsible for all hiring. If you think he's a good hire, do it. You don't have to ask."

"Who do I report to?" asked Erin.

"Me, for now," I said. "Although I warn you, I'm no manager. Just someone to help. You're the boss." With that, she damn near danced out of the room. I liked it. Particularly given it was the bedroom she was dancing out of and she was still naked.

I am not strident

OK, maybe I am. This is Amy. I was going to write about my first interview, but I read Bob's post and it is hilarious. I was interviewing a young man named Joshua. Joshua is 11 years old and a freaking hunk. He was interviewing to be an accounting clerk. Yeah, no. He was interviewing to be the CFO of the Indianapolis campuses. A lot like Bob's story but in reverse. I'll skip all the interviewing part and jump to the important things.

Let's start with his family. He has a twin brother Tosh. Yes, Tosh. Don't ask me, ask his dad Nosh. Just kidding. His dad is Arthur. Yeah, I know. Just the three men in the family.

I'll bet you can see where this is going.

That kid is talented. So is his brother.

So is his dad.

I hired them all, which can't surprise you. It just can't. It was Tosh that had the gumption though. He suggest a foursome. As he put it, DP and a blowjob.

OK by me. I ended up with Tosh in the back, Joshua in the front and Arthur down my throat. Yes, an 8-inch (20 cm) cock does go down the throat a bit. I wanted them to cum on me, and they did, but I'd lost track of time a bit and the next applicant walked in. We'd left the bedroom door open, so when they went looking for me, there I was, covered in cum, with the three men still dripping a bit.

"You three, go shower," he said, to the men. "I've got cleanup. And he did, but not before he fucked me quite well and added his load to the mess.

He added quite a bit. Big loads.

Then he licked up every drop and kissed it to me.

"You're hired," I said, after the last kiss.

"Is the official title gigolo?" he asked, smiling. "I'd be pretty good at that."

"Yes, you would," I said. "But let's do the actual interview." Which we did, lying in bed, side by side, naked, with him gently stroking my clit.

This might be my new model for interviewing. He was interviewing for a teaching position. Physics to be exact, from high school through PhD. Given that Corbin is 11 years old, I suspected he was a product of our system. Hey, I didn't get a chance to read his resume. And why was I interviewing a physics teacher. Oh yeah, floater. He was a lock, so we walked out and I looked him up to confirm what I suspected.

Yep. I offered him the position of Department lead. That's what the notes suggested if I liked him.

Oh, I liked him. Yeah, yeah, as a teacher too. I have got to speed up though, because as I shook Corbin's hand, the next applicant walked in. Good timing, except for the fact that Corbin and I were still naked.

Then again, the young woman seemed to be happy with the situation. I just might not get dressed.

And I didn't. Six more interviews. All naked. All excellent hires.

All skilled.

We're going racing

Chris here. I've been so busy, you know, being President, that I haven't had much fun at all. Being President, particularly under these circumstances, is decidedly not fun. The upside of being the kingmaker is that I had a lot of bipartisan cooperation. I still feel like a caretaker and hope that I am.

But let's get on with this post, because it is not about politics. It's about having fun, and no I don't mean in that way.

Racing. Offshore boat racing. Leslie and I had fallen down on our job of racing.

It was time.

We were entered in the Clearwater race, given that's home to us. We'd probably compete in a few more, but there was one issue I had to resolve.

The Secret Service was seriously pissed. I'd heard all the arguments. Dangerous, impossible to secure, un-presidential. I loved that last one, given the President before Kyrsten.

It might even be Un-presidented.

I patiently listened, over and over, to their arguments.

And then I told them I was doing it. Over and over. I finally called the head of the Secret Service into my office and we had a heart-to-heart talk.

He offered his resignation. I refused to accept it. He insisted that if I moved forward to compete, he would be forced to resign. I reminded him he served at my pleasure and my pleasure said he had to stay. He argued I couldn't do that.

A bit of a stalemate. I reminded him I didn't ask for this job or run for this job and that I was doing my civic duty and I expected him to do the same.

Yeah, he didn't like that, but in the end, we both knew I'd win. I made some compromises I didn't like but could live with. We'd stay at our house, which they could secure and had before. We'd helicopter to the races and I'd leave my F-81 at the house. We'd practice off our house, not on the approved course. Our involvement would not be announced in advance and we would show up for our race.

In other words, limit our participation as much as possible. I didn't like it, but I'll bet no President did. I agreed to the restrictions. We needed more practice than we could get in a couple days, so I was off to Vino with Leslie. A lot of our friends were coming too. Yeah, they didn't like that either, but Vino was pretty remote, and they could handle that. I still had a house and would stay there, with a contingent of my closest Secret Service friends.

Well, at least one. Kira would stay with me the entire time. That was just fine with me. Kira was great fun and yes, that's what I meant. Kira would learn some new things on this trip too, because I missed my family. My extended family. I was only allowing Kira, which caused heads to explode too.

She was going to learn that the President she was guarding was a freak. OK, she already knew that. More of a freak. Can you be more of a freak?

I wondered if she was as freaky. I guess we'd find out. I knew she liked boys and girls, but what about groups? I liked groups. Sorry, back to sex. We do that.

Off to Vino

Finally, all the official business for the week was done and Kira and I were leaving for Vino. It was only 1 in the afternoon and I was leaving. Let the world wonder where I went. It's not like they could follow my F-81. Kira was used to the plane now because I took it everywhere and she went everywhere with me. We got to Vino quickly, but it was already evening. As we landed, we flew over the new track that Morgan had built. We had tracks everywhere now. I hadn't driven anything in forever. I was going to piss off Kira. Again.

The hanger where we parked was also the garage for the better cars. We were going for a ride. It was already dark, but I knew the track well and the cars all had good lighting. After all, our family did the 24-hour races too.

"We're going for a little ride, Kira," I said. I walked over to the wall where the fire suits were hanging, by size. I grabbed the right one for each of us and handed one to her.

"You'll need a fire suit," I said. She started to talk, and I just shook my head. She was smart enough to just be quiet. She was looking around, probably for someplace to change, and when she turned back, I was in just my panties pulling on my fire suit. She laughed and stripped down to her panties too.

It was hard not to take her right there on the concrete floor. Once we were suited up, I found the right helmets and we got in the car. I didn't want to completely freak her out, so I picked one of the 488Cs. The Ferrari challenge cars. At least I didn't pick something ion powered. We pulled out and I ripped off laps for about 45 minutes. She screamed at first, but then laughed, which was a good sign. We pulled back in and I went and got another set of keys and handed them to her.

"I can't. I just can't," she said. "I am not allowed to leave your side."

"Trust me, I'll be quite close. Drive at whatever speed makes you comfortable," I said. "Have you ever driven on a track before?" She grinned back at me.

"I was a regional cart champion," she said. "I never got to drive anything faster, but I think I'll hold my own.

And she did. She was brutally fast. She couldn't lose me, but she was aggressive as hell. We finally pulled in and she got out just laughing hysterically.

"That was such a rush, but I can't tell anyone. I'd get fired for doing it," she said. I assured her that she would not but agreed we should keep it quiet. It is not like we didn't have other things to keep quiet. We grabbed a ZR-1 convertible to drive to the house, rather than taking the plane, since it was such a beautiful night. OK, we could have landed at the house, but I saw the track and... The family was already there, including Noah, so we arrived in time for a late dinner. It was quite a crew, mostly family plus some significant others like Gabe, Carlina, Luca, and Tegan as well as Ruby, Tomas, Tavi, and Amara.

This was going to be a lot of fun. By the time dinner was over, it was really late for all of them, so we agreed to an early morning. Kira and I could live with the time change challenges. We went over to my house, just the two of us, plus Noah, of course.

We didn't go right to sleep. You get that, right?

Kira insisted on sitting outside our door so that Noah and I could spend time alone. We hadn't seen each other in a few days. We tried to convince her otherwise, but she was stubborn. I love Noah and he is spectacular in bed, so we did spend some time together. He made passionate love to me. Our first time lasted close to an hour and involved a lot of moaning and screaming.

Cum number 1. For Noah.

That's when we opened the bedroom door, naked, and dragged Kira onto the bed. She was laughing and we carefully confirmed consent, given the circumstances.

Then we ravished her.

Bacon. I love bacon

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. Seriously? Who the hell was in the house cooking me bacon? The approved Secret Service list was small.

Mom. Mom was. Damn that was thoughtful. Kira and I both had hilarious bed head. Oh, how do I know?

She was in bed with me, silly. Oh, Noah was too, and the formalities were out of the way, given that Noah was taking her doggie style at the same time. If she couldn't drive a Ferrari, I'm guessing there were rules about this too, but, hey, I'm the President. We threw on shorts and T-shirts and walked out into the kitchen. I could see that Mom was living dangerously. She was cooking bacon wearing only bikini bottoms. Splashing grease hurt! Just then Dad walked in. Dad hadn't bothered with the bottoms. He was naked.

I don't know whether Kira gasped for Mom being topless or Dad being naked.

My guess was both. She had met them both just not, well, mostly naked.

"Have you had the talk with her?" asked Dad. I shook my head no.

"Well you'd better have it now, because after breakfast we're welcoming you home," said Mom.

Oh boy. I took Kira by the hand and led her to the kitchen table. Just taking her by the hand in front of Mom and Dad got me a look.

"Kira, we're going to trust you with some things that will likely freak you out. They're not your normal. They're almost no one's normal, but they are normal for us," I said. "This is really going to stretch your need for confidentiality and we're going to trust you. It's a big leap for us. You have a choice to make here, but we're past that trust. We're giving that to you. We did a bit last night, and more this morning and some the last time we were with my family. You can sit outside the bedroom, you can sit in the bedroom and not participate, or you can join in and have the most exciting time of your entire life, and I guarantee you that. Let's have breakfast and you can decide. Ask any of us any questions you want. Oh, and this won't be just a one-time after breakfast thing. You're going to see it all weekend long, often publicly, with some surprising people. Again, feel free to step outside of the room, stay in the room, or join in. There is not a single person that you meet that would say no to you. None of them. NONE."

She sat there for a moment, looking at me, then Mom and Dad. Dad, being Dad, had gotten hard.

"You mean?" she said, and I just smiled and nodded. I've never seen anyone swoon in a chair before.

"All of them. All your family?" she said. I smiled and nodded again.

"Even Ruby?" she asked. I smiled big and nodded again. Ruby. Yeah, I got wet.

Mom turned off the bacon. I think breakfast was going to wait. She came over and held out her hand to Kira and Dad held out his hand to me. They led us back to the bedroom. Noah followed along. He's not stupid.

And showed us their skills. Dad had three in him that morning. One for me. One for Kira and, of course, he finished by making love to Mom. Kira and I just sat on the bed and watched. If by sat on the bed and watched, that included Noah spooning me and gently making love to me.

"I want to find someone that will make love to me like that," she said, wistfully. I don't know if she meant Mom and Dad or Noah and me. Just as she said, Dad filled Mom up, which was pretty impressive, given it was his third time. Then Noah went off and it was his fourth. I, of course, cleaned up Mom which made her moan and made Kira moan. After a bit she pushed me out of the way and finished. Mom got a lot of Dad's cum back in a kiss from Kira. She laid on Mom for a bit and they kissed. Then Kira cleaned me out. Finally, Mom rolled her on her side, and I did too.

And Dad gently made love to Kira as she and Mom kissed. It took Kira to places she had never been.

In the first hour of the first day of our visit.

Were we done? Oh no. Just then the door to the bedroom opened and in strolled Orlando, Grace and Valeria followed by Gabe and Carlina.

Oh yeah, we were going to stretch her boundaries pretty far, given all five of them were naked. As they walked in, Kira glanced over and then went off. Hard. That took Dad over too.

Sure, five people walked in just as they reached orgasm. Felt about right.

I'll leave a lot of it to your imagination, but experiencing the trifecta of Dad, Orlando, and Gabe in one session, plus the skills of Mom, Grace, Noah, and me would have killed a weaker woman. Oh, you're not going to let me get away with that, are you. I think she liked the train the most. I was on the bottom and Carlina was over me. Orlando was fucking Carlina, and Gabe was fucking Orlando.

Dad was fucking Valeria, but Kira wasn't left out. While she was watching, Grace and Mom were both going down on her. That's an incredible experience, which I know personally.

Then she experienced Carlina. That's special. Really special. Ask Dad. He's enthralled with Carlina and Tegan. And Pari. And Maite. OK, Dad likes women. But really, Carlina and Tegan. Well, Pari too. Mainly Pari. Dad and Mom are confused about that.

As it was, we left her to a nap and finally had breakfast. About halfway through breakfast, Kira strolled out.

Naked and freshly showered.

"I think I like your family," she said.

Well sure you do.

What did I miss?

Leslie here.

How the hell did I miss the family gathering? Oh, yeah, busy reconnecting with Morgan and Sophia.

With Hunter and Hallie.

Poor Hunter. Not.

Back to the reason we're here. We were wildly out of practice, having not been in a race boat in months, but Chris and I had a connection that other drivers didn't. We fell right back into it, pretty naturally. Orlando and Grace took our smaller race boats out and played rabbit for a bit, but we were so much faster that they gave up and played around without us. Grace had some natural skills and Orlando was, well, Orlando. They looked pretty evenly matched. I'd bet they would enter some races.

We spent a fun Saturday practicing, playing on the other toys, and having a lunch cookout. In the afternoon, Chris and I focused on more practice. We put a lot of fuel through that boat, and then decided we'd better back off. It was about dinner time anyway and tonight we were going out on the 131.

Can ya guess what was for dinner?

Filet and lobster, of course. Nicky and Danny had done things right. They were the family caretakers on Vino now. Sexy AF too.

I laughed because when we were in Florida, it would be Juan and Sofia. They were here visiting, so Kira could meet them now. Their family played with us today too. Maria was just as sexy as ever and Pedro had grown up to be a strapping young man.

With some serious skills.

Of course, Valeria basically lived with Orlando and Grace now.

After dinner Nicky and Danny walked out with big bowls.

Oh boy. S'mores. Kira was going to learn another new thing today.

She liked it.

We went to bed reasonably early, given the time change and the race tomorrow. Our race was mid-afternoon because it was the finale. Of course, the race officials knew of our entry, but had worked closely with us to keep it secret. Off to bed.

Snuggled all up with my Hunter and Hallie.

and Maria. We'd missed her too.

Race day

Chris here. I guess I get the pen on race day. The morning was lazy and mostly involved breakfast and lunch. We played on the go-carts and Kira had some serious skills. She gave Morgan and Orlando a run for their money. It was a hoot. Somehow Kira was going to get to race in a Ferrari challenge. I'd make it happen. Call it training or something. Actually, that might work, because I'd like to race some, and I'll bet that would freak out the Secret Service. But if Kira could race too...

Or maybe rally cars. She could be my navigator. We'd figure it out. We were taking a helicopter over to the races now.

I guess I didn't mention flying to our airport in Clearwater in a C-112 with the boat inside. Well, it worked.

We had tons of police and Secret Service in the crowd, incognito. This was going to be interesting. I was pretty confident that the American public had never seen their President in a tankini. Well, that was going to happen today. I was in purple and Leslie was in pink. We rocked them. American men were going to get hard at the sight of the leader of the free world. OK, that had probably already happened, for different, weirder reasons.

We landed in a cordoned off part of the parking lot, right next to the docks. Our race boat had been ferried over to the racecourse inside the 689, which both kept it safe and conserved fuel. Orlando and Grace were bringing it to the dock. Our biggest fans today were Pedro and Maria. They were SO into the races. We'd given them permission to learn how to race the smaller cats and they were getting really good. We'd encouraged Juan to enter them in races and get them a coach, but he'd been reticent so far. I think that was changing now that he saw how serious they were. It was like watching Leslie and me at first. Their races against each other were fierce. We'd give them seat time in the big boat and if they did well, would either pass our boat along or buy another one. Why not?

Back to today. We'd flown in a generic rental helicopter in hopes of hiding, a bit, who was in it. That worked until we got to the bottom of the stairs. You could hear the crowd almost gasp as a group. Maybe because of who I was, although Leslie was convinced it was the tankinis. OK, that too. We walked over to the boat and Chuck was there with our racing suits. Yes, of course we brought back Chuck. He'd been coaching us off and on since my first races. Now he'd been vetted, and background checked to the ends of the earth. We pulled on our suits and he handed us our helmets and we climbed on board. I'm sure someone was going to complain that we were in the race without qualifying but that was ridiculous for two reasons. First, the publicity of our participation was huge and second, we would have been on the pole. As it was, we agreed to be in the last position. We might not win from there, but we'd have fun. Given how out of practice we were, winning was unlikely.

We got strapped in and were ready to go and fired up the engines. Damn that vibration was powerful. I know it kept me on the edge during the entire race and Leslie had said it did her too. It wasn't long and we were racing. Whoo fucking hoo. I loved this. Leslie did her usual masterful job on the throttles and we started reeling them in. We were the seventeenth boat to start and after four laps were in seventh. We still had skills. Our turns were sharper, and our throttle management was better. Leslie knew the engines perfectly and would get on them just a fraction earlier than anyone else. We did most of our passes in the turn, because we got back to speed quicker than anyone and it wasn't close. The race was thirty laps, so we were aggressive but careful. By the tenth lap we were in fourth. One more boat and we were on the podium.

The boat in third spent more time trying to block us than racing, so he fell back, and we did too. I hated that. Leslie clearly did too, because on the next turn she goosed the throttles a tad earlier than I might have liked. I had to fight the boat but once we came onto the straight we just rocketed by into third place. We had wasted four laps with that crap, and he was sure to get a penalty, but that didn't help our quest. We were still only halfway through the race, so we concentrated on being fast and smooth. By the twentieth lap, we were on the tail of the second place boat.

Ten laps to go. Leslie wanted to win. That was really clear on the next turn when she did it again. I was really fighting the boat and she knew it, so hopefully just a touch later next time, but it worked. The boat caught and we were in second. The problem was the distance to the first place boat was big. Probably too big, given we had eight laps. We had clear water though, since we weren't trying to pass, and we made up quite a bit on every turn. Our turns were our thing. With two laps to go, we had caught the lead boat. He was doing his best to maintain his lead, but entirely legally, so it was going to be a fight. He started to tighten his turns a bit, which was risky, but he was trying to keep his lead. We were down to the last turn. This was it. He cut the turn and lost it just a tiny bit. The rear-end of his boat skipped out and it took him a microsecond to recover.

That's all it took. We shot past him on the inside and he couldn't recover fast enough. We won by a half boat length.

I gave all the credit to Leslie. She was crazier than I was, and that's saying a lot. We pulled up to the dock and got out and peeled out of our fire suits, leaving us back in our tankinis. The second place driver came up with a grin on his face followed by his throttle man.

"You deserved that win," he said. "You're just fucking crazier than we are," with a laugh. Then I think he finally realized who he was talking to. His eyes got big and he started to stammer.

I did the only thing I could possibly do. I hugged him. Yeah, that startled him, but did calm him down. Leslie had hugged his throttle man. I suspect their picture on the podium, above the number 2, would be a keeper for them, given who was standing on number 1. I also bet he jacked off to it at least once. I'm pretty sure Dad did too.

It was such a rush to race and an even better rush to win. We headed back to the house for one hell of a celebration. This time we went to the new house at the school. Damn it was a nice house. It confused Kira and then I realized it hadn't been properly vetted. Ah well. Fuck it.

It was one hell of a celebration. Everyone she'd met last night on Vino was here and simply a ton of our local friends. I was violating every single rule of the Secret Service and I didn't give a shit. What were they going to do, fire me? I trusted my friends. Kira learned a few things too. No, Kira learned a lot of things.

I think it startled her a lot what it meant when I declared a gangbang. Or maybe she wished it was her.

That turned out to be proven true when she preempted.

There were a lot of people here. That was a lot of cock in her ass. She enjoyed every cock, no matter where it went. Oh, don't mind me. I broke thirty myself.

It was nice.

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