1. The Fast Lane


    Date: 11/16/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Coco, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    lobby, but she was upset with him. For some reason she always felt that Doug was unnecessarily possessive. She’s the one that should be jealous… The man’s eye always found the ass of every sexy woman that came into view. Doug pressed her into the wall, shoved his hand inside her, and let his fingers answer for him. “Mine. Don’t ever forget it.” Maelynn pushed him away from him but instantly regretted doing so. “Whatever, Doug.” Regaining her composure, she began to undress, and hips swaying seductively, she walked to the deck overlooking the curve of the race course. “Doug, did you see the older gentleman at the concierge desk?” “No.” “He watched me. I wonder if he is Philippe.” “Come on, babe, not again.” Doug had grown tired of her fascination with locating a father that didn’t want to be found. “You can’t find a man on the few words of a dying woman.” “Fuck you! Must you be so crass? She was my mother.” “I’m sorry baby,” he said moving toward her. “Let me make it up to you. Casino or shopping?” “Neither, the flight has me wiped.” Maelynn crossed to the bed and fell in. She slept peacefully for the next several hours. ~~~ Philippe saw the young Mr. Simpson enter the casino as his son, Pierre, ordered their drinks. He was alone… He wouldn’t be for long. “Pierre, that man that’s at the far end of the center Blackjack table, do you know him?” “Hmm… Yeah, that’s Doug Simpson I think—an American actor.” Pierre spoke in French even though his father preferred English because of ...
    his British wife. “Why do you ask?” Philippe shook his head. “I found another one. She was with him.” “Father, don’t you have enough whores working that place?” “Pierre, she’s different.” He looked at him quizzically, his next words chosen very carefully. “She reminds me of Katherine, and you will make her yours.” Pierre dropped his drink onto the table. “What do you mean? I normally just fuck 'em and pay 'em.” “You will make her your wife. If she is who I think she is, I owe her mother.” Angrily Pierre uttered, “And I am to become payment?” He took a pull of the expensive cognac. “I agreed to test out your whores, now I’m supposed to make one my wife.” “She’s worth it son.” He turned toward the Blackjack table. “Send Camilla,” he commanded. ~~~ Doug watched the old man join the game, his skill was clear as it didn’t take him long to amass a chunk of winnings. The blonde that sat at his side caught his eye, and the familiar urge for new pussy hit him hard. “You enjoying the view, Mr. Simpson?” Philippe asked, sarcasm dripping from every word. “She’s lovely isn’t she?” And just like that, Philippe knew that he’d have all the information he needed soon. “Indeed. Is she yours?” “No, Douglas, she is yours.” Philippe rose and whispered in the blonde’s ear, “Take him to the suite, do your job, get me info on the girl…special rate, Camilla.” Philippe intended to know this girl that looked to be Katherine’s twin, which wasn’t possible. The girl had to be her daughter. He thought back ...
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