1. Blackmail and lies


    Date: 6/30/2016, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, Job / Office Sex, Teen, Author: abroadsword, Source: sexstories.com

    London England, August 2014. I was sitting at my desk, daydreaming, looking out across the Thames towards the London Eye from my eighth floor window when the phone rang. “Hi, Uncle John?” a young female voice said awkwardly. “Er yes,” I replied thinking very quickly, as I didn’t actually have any neices. “Its Saffron Uncle John,” she explained, “Can I come to see you?” “See me?” I asked, as I wondered who this ‘Saffron’ actually was, “Why?” “Can I explain when I see you?” she said, “Only it’s a bit awkward, and to do with my gap year.” “Gap year?” I asked stupidly. “Yes, will you come to Bramptons,” she asked, “Or shall I come to your office?” “Bramptons, Lord Marchington’s house?” I queried thinking aloud as Lord Marchington used to be one of my clients. “Yes, its Saffron here, Saffron Giles, Lord Marchington’s eldest?” she reminded me. “Good lord, I remember, you were about twelve when I last saw you, didn’t we have tea in your tree house?" I remembered, I remembered climbing the rope ladder to that tree house when I had just started as a broker aged around twenty two when I was still reasonably fit and athletic. “Perhaps I could I come to your flat?” she suggested, “I have the address as one twenty one Reidsmuir Street?” “Yes, on the third floor, yes, my flat, Ok?” I agreed, “When?” “Tonight, seven thirty?” she queried. “Ok,” I agreed and I tried to work out exactly what was going on. I had this image of a twelve years old kid in my mind, a child, a tomboy but Saffron had ...
    changed, the twelve year old tom boy now had nice pert C cup tits, nicely accentuated by her tight crisp white top and dark mid thigh skirt. Her shoulder length blonde hair was held in place with a classic hair band and expensive sunglasses were perched on the top of her head. She swept imperiously past me as I ushered her in, “Are we alone?” she asked unnecessarily. “Uh, hello, nice to see you again,” I said trying to inject some normality into the situation. ”Yes, very nice, are we alone?” she repeated. “Yes, I’m afraid Robin went back to Zimbabwe, some time ago now actually,” I admitted, “But why did you want to see me and what, do you want?” I asked as I ushered her into my lounge where the three seat black leather settees and matching easy chairs waited. “Its A level results day,”she she said. “Ok, so?” I asked. “I needed three A’s, A stars ideally,” she said. “And?” I asked. “Don’t ask,” she said, “But there is no way in the world I’m going to Oxbridge any time soon.” “Oh dear, oh well,” I suggested, “So what is plan B?” “Do some re-takes,” she said, “Only Daddy must not know.” “Right,” I agreed. “He put everything into putting me through Cheltenham,” she said awkwardly, “You know, after 2007, the crash?” I nodded, “So I let him down,” she said. “He will understand,” I lied, I knew he would never understand, he went to Cambridge as a quid pro quo because his father built them a new library, but now the Marchington family money and and with it their influence had gone. ...
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