1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    she met me in one of them. From there on, I walked her through the same thing I had done for Betty. The morning was spent with training Candy, and the afternoon was spent hauling in luggage. One of the guests had a particular need and I overheard him in passing asking, “So, do you have a courtesy van for shuttling? I want to get to the bottling plant and back.” One glance at the guy and you could tell he was used to catering. Dark hair and grey on the sides, a business suit and flashy tie, and the shiny dress shoes pretty much said it all. “My son can take you there and back… for a small fee of course.” Dad offered, nodding in my direction. “Jake, a client needs your help.” he called. I didn’t even know exactly where the plant was but there were signs. Still, I didn’t want to be a taxi driver for anyone. I dropped my head and walked over to the desk. “Mr. Victors needs a ride to the plant after he’s checked in.” Dad explained. “The usual twenty each way.” he recommended, gaining approval from Mr. Victors. Needless to say, because Mr. Victors got his way, the other bottling plant visitors wanted the same courtesy. Oh, the van just wasn’t good enough either. Every single one opted to ride in Jenny. Want to guess who collected the money? It wasn’t me, because the guests would all want receipts. So… my vehicle, my time, my gas; but Dad, while working on his crossword, raked in the dough. Dad explained that he had to pay taxes on the money and that is why I only got half of it. ...
    So, twenty a trip and I could do multiple trips in the morning; but the penny pinching executives would pile in the jeep in the afternoons, dividing up the twenty dollars between them. A conspiracy was in place; they converged on me all at once by the third day, meeting me at eight thirty, and splitting the fare again. I made a point to recommend a ‘per person’ fee the next time this happened. Hauling luggage, cleaning rooms, and chauffeuring corporate executives wore me out on the first day; and would only get worse as the week passed. By the time those people left on Friday, my family, along with Betty and Candy, were just plain worn out. I met Billy outside to see Betty off and they invited us to the swimming hole over the weekend. Billy wanted to have a party there. Candy asked me if I felt like following her home, giving us some time alone with each other for a change. We had worked all week and only talked on the phone at night. She wanted some, ‘Me time’. I looked forward to it, maybe spending some time on her porch and just enjoying Candy by myself for once. So, I took Jenny out and followed her. She didn’t go the usual way, explaining she was taking the back way in. I just hoped Jenny could go wherever Candy could. She led me to another cattle gate towards the interstate. She unlatched it and nudged it open with her ATV. “This is a dirty little secret.” she stated, pointing at a building on our left. “That is the slaughter house.” “Oh,” I responded, “not a popular ...
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