1. Melody

    Date: 11/2/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination / Submission, Humiliation, Group Sexs, BDSM, Author: abroadsword, Source: sexstories.com

    Melody "Miss Melody Parker sir" Moffat my fathers butler informed me, "shall I show her in sir." I looked up, Moffat stood tall in the doorway of my father's study, immaculate in his dark suit, powerful yet deferential the product of many years in the Military "Yes thank you Moffat," I agreed, "Are you sure I have to do this?" I looked around the oak panelled walls, their medieval splendour disguising the nineteen fifties construction of our mountainside mansion. "Oh yes sir, his Lordship was most particular sir." he insisted. I looked over the huge acreage of my father's desk top, at his papers neatly stacked and photos of his dogs, racehorses and various wives and said. "Oh well, let's get it over." He opened the door and Melody shuffled in, my heart sank, she was twenty pounds overweight, her hair and make up a mess, and her dress clung to her shapelessly for a reason which defied logical explanation. "Melody, how nice of you to come," I greeted her. "Sure," she said, "Great, why the hell couldn't we do this down town on a week day?" Because I was going to seduce you you stupid cow, I thought, "Ah," I said weakly. "I know I screwed up, so say your piece, and I'll get out of here," she sighed. "Melody, my dear," I said looking past her through the window to the blue ocean and the grey hae over the city and sounding altogether far too much like my dad, "It's not quite that simple," I explained, "We did pay rather a lot of money towards your college course, we were rather ... expecting that you would excel and be a credit to us." "Sure, but look buster, my Dad made me sign those forms and the ain't the slightest thing you can do if I quit." she said. Buster, she had said and ain't, I idly wondered where the polished mid Atlantic accent which had so captivated me two years before had gone. "We have a contract Melody," I told her, "You signed it, you are aware of the content." "Sure, I get enslaved to Marchington Associates for five years after I graduate, no matter what I want." she blustered. "For a Law student that is a remarkably sloppy interpretation of our agreement," I explained,"but we envisioned that you would indeed remain for not less than five years and hopefully continue essentially indefinitely." "So I fucked up," she snorted,"Dropped out, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it, in fact I'm flying to Europe tomorrow." "The contract says five years from when you leave college," I explained,"Many of our long standing employees started as Law Students, just like you, given a chance because of their looks and personality when their intelligence really didn't make the grade." I looked at her bulging belly and wished I hadn't badgered Dad into taking her on, she was gorgeous as an eighteen year old, but now two years on she had changed, grown fat and surly and I could not figure out why. "Are you saying I was employed for my looks?" she demanded. I nodded. "Not my brain." she continued. I nodded "Well more fool you." she chortled. ...