A Marriage of Convenience (closed)

[faerun_girl]

Kara couldn't stop herself from standing up suddenly, a protest in her throat--but that died quickly, as she remembered what her mother had said about Simon, and the many times Kara had asked why he seemed so cold to her. Little did her mother know, her daughter harbored the most illicit thoughts about her ex-stepfather, and that things even the Great Mariko would scoff at ran through her own daughter's head.

"Simon likes to see his prey squirm and beg. I didn't raise you to be prey, so you better not fall for any of his usual shit, okay, Kara?"

But what if she wanted to squirm and beg? What if she liked the taciturn coldness and the lack of scruples? She shook her head, realizing that what was on the line was simply not her own heart and feelings, but the future of so many children she could help. If Simon was telling the truth, this sham they were about to embark on could be the realization of her long-held dream, or it could destroy her completely personally and professionally for the rest of her life that the only solution would be moving to another country.

It would be stupid to turn this down out of pride--but it would be equally stupid to risk everything on this scheme.

Kara calmed down and flicked her hair back, noticing that Simon was either too full of himself to not address the first difficulty they'd face.

"Your mother, for example. Or perhaps they want a greater variety of partners than just their spouse. Again, like your mother. "

"You know, it's funny you should mention my mother, since she used to be your wife." Kara said, half-mocking him. She hoped she didn't bruise his ego, but this was the most important part. "What do you plan to do about her? Do you expect me to handle her if I agree?"

"Do we hide? Do we cower? Do you want me to lose my relationship with her in favor of your proposal? She doesn't like you, but I always suspected whoever came after her would have her eyes clawed out. I may just get a warning before she does so--since I'm her daughter."

Kara also wasn't sure if it would hurt her mother's pride, or the actual heart the woman had still beating under the layers of bitterness she knew Mariko had. The truth was, Kara was perfectly happy sacrificing for her mother's happiness--but had to admit that her feelings for Simon were simply too large and complex to let go. She could say no to the marriage--but there was so much left to say yes to.

But Kara honestly had no clue how to move forward with any of his proposals even if she wanted to. To think that Simon would callously propose such an arrangement and leave out the most important thing...

"Or are you expecting that I would just agree quietly without resolving this? Just like how I agreed to take your cock dangling over the edge of the bed weeks ago, Daddy?"

Kara stood up this time, listening to Simon make his case as to how their marriage would happen. It seemed he wasn't trying to sell it to her too hard, as he painted a pragmatic picture with just enough affection to satisfy a child born to the both of them. How quaint. It was the prettiest fairytale he could probably draw for her--and even then, her traitorous heart was jumping at the chance to say yes.

"Preferably in a discrete fashion that does not expose either of us to public rumor and innuendo?"

"I do wonder, Daddy, how it's escaped you that just the fact we would be seen together make us complete fodder for the public? Rumor and innuendo would be the least of my worries."

She walked around her desk, her blazer open to reveal the proud jut of her breasts even under her sports bra, the soft, flat stomach, and a waist that begged to be gripped in a man's strong hands. She couldn't help but stare at his crotch even as he was seated, knowing he packed a monster. She wanted to know how much he wanted her. How much he actually, truly wanted her, and that what happened in that bedroom weeks ago wasn't as shallow as she thought he would consider.

"Are you just as arrogant as you say, Daddy? Or am I and our hypothetical child plus your imaginary millions worth all this trouble?" her eyes deliberately moved from his crotch to his eyes, and she didn't know what's come over her again, but it was definitely the same thing that came over her in that dark bedroom at Nana's party.

Her hand dipped to the band of her tights and pulled it wide, exposing pale skin, then snapped it back against her pale abdomen, her small elfin face inscrutable. "I have concerns, Daddy, but your prowess at 'oral service' isn't one of them. After all, I'm supposed to have your baby, if you had your way, aren't I? Oral not necessary.

She paused and sniffed.

"Although since you've offered, it made me curious." She moved closer, stepping into the vee of his thighs, between his knees, his face level with her stomach, because even seated, he was too, too tall for her.

"Can you return the gesture without getting up from that chair?" a delicate eyebrow drew up, and she couldn't help but bite her lip as she moved even deeper into the space between his thighs, her hands coming down to steady herself on his shoulders.

 

[saedo]

Kara regarded him coolly despite the inherently scandalous idea he'd just proposed. As he'd expected, his former stepdaughter was too pragmatic to let moral outrage dictate her response. Behind those lavender eyes lurked a mind quite capable of rational analysis.

When she spoke, Kara zeroed in immediately on Mariko. "What do you plan to do about my mother? Do you expect me to handle her if I agree?"

Simon could only shrug. "I never said the plan was without challenge," he responded. "Our prior relationship does add a layer of emotional complexity. Perhaps the proposal might be simple for you were these previous ties not in the way."

"But," he continued, holding up his index finger, "suppose that were the case. Suppose I was the same man you know now, save that I had never been involved with your mother. Then ask yourself, would you still consider my proposal?"

Simon waited a beat for Kara to think about it. "You would, wouldn't you? Then further consider whether that one difference between hypothetical and reality should truly matter. Your mother and I are no longer married and our divorce is hardly recent. You would hardly be -- I believe the term is cuckqueaning -- her.

Simon shrugged again. "Whether Mariko could be so pragmatic, I don't know. If I can help you with dealing with her feelings, I will. But I have no intention of letting my ex-wife's opinion dictate how I live my life. You will have to decide for yourself how much her opinion will determine how you live yours."

I do wonder, Daddy, how it's escaped you that just the fact we would be seen together make us complete fodder for the public? Rumor and innuendo would be the least of my worries

Simon smirked now. "You move from asking how we would cope with the opinion of one individual to how we would endure the opinion of all society?" He shook his head. "I cannot change the past, darling. What is done is done.

"But I can at least plan for potential problems in the future. Perhaps we would never tire of one another. But if one of us did, I would submit that it would be better if we're honest with one another about the problem and seek a mutual solution. I am not counseling against adultery per se. Perhaps we might agree that having a third party was an effective solution. I am merely counseling that should be more an open, mutual agreement than a secret, unilateral one.

Simon watched Kara carefully as he suggested a bit of cunnilingus. The young woman was too self-possessed to blush, but he thought he might have seen a spark or something in her eyes.

Kara rose from her chair and circled the table that served at her desk. As she dud, hery hands unfastened the buttone of her blazer. As she stood before him with her hands on her hips, the silk blazer gaped wide, revealing a blue sports bra over her impressive tits and exposing her taut abdomen. The confident display of her sexual power made him smile. She truly was an incredible woman.

"Oral not required " she declared, seemingly spurning his offer. But she moved closer to his seat and inquired. "Can you return the gesture without getting up from that chair?"

Simon considered the situation momentarily. "A challenge, darling ?" he murmured with a half smile. "Yes, of course I can. Allow me to demonstrate."

He reached for the waistband of her tights with both hands and slipped his fingers inside. He pulled the elastic away from her skin at near opposite ends and pulled both tights and underwear steadily down her bare thighs.

Simon couldn't resist a smile as her arched mound appeared with a landscaped triangle of dense black hair pointing the way south. He did so adore a well-maintained bush. A beautiful woman should not resemble a little girl below the waist, in his opinion.

Removing Kara's tights entirely would have been tricky even if he were not confined to the chair. Fortunately, he had other ideas. With the snug elastic clinging around her thighs just above the knees, he had all he needed.

"Shuffle back a couple steps," he directed. "Now sit on the edge of your desk. Good. Now hold onto my hand and lie back flat." Kara kept her desk tidy, so there was plenty of open siace for her to lie down upon.

Simon scooted his chair closer and lifted her legs up. Bound by her tights, the twin pillars rose to vertical and then folded back against her chest. Given Kara's slender thighs, that left her naked pussy perfectly framed in between.

"You are beautiful, darling," he declared sincerely. Simon spread her outer labia with his fingertips, exposing the shocking pink interior. "Is that the perfume I bought you?" he inquired, detecting the hint of cinnamon amidst her personal scent.

Simon bent forward in his chair, resting his forehead against the back of Kara's thighs. That let him slip his tongue between her delicate folds, tasting her honeyed pussy.

 

[faerun_girl]

Simon liked to think that being with her mother at some point was a detriment. It was something she found amusing, as she would have never met him if it weren't for his years with her mother--and she wouldn't have seen the real him and how he dealt with her mother if it weren't for that close relationship.

She supposed that if they ever went through with his proposal, she would have to disabuse him of that notion.

"On the contrary, Daddy. If you weren't married to Mother at some point, I wouldn't even have thought of you."

Kara did as she was told, though, and lay down on her own desk, just as she was told. It was becoming a pattern, she realized; her stepfather telling her exactly what to do, and it was like a veil would cover her and his commands would be the only thing that reached her underneath it.

"A challenge, darling ?" he murmured with a half smile. "Yes, of course I can. Allow me to demonstrate."

She watched his face as he revealed her mound, pulling her tights down with his large hands. Her pale skin was even creamier on her lower abdomen, and her trimmed patch of hair was soft and downy. Beneath that, her slit was closed, but had moistened considerably when he began giving her orders.

"Is that the perfume I bought you?"

Kara was about to answer, but the first touch of her ex-stepfather's mouth on her sex made her pupils dilate, and the breath steal from her lungs. She always thought that having a man's mouth between her legs would be feel like he was worshipping her, but that only made her realize that when it came to Simon, she always felt more like a snack than anything else.

Kara had to cover her face with her arm as she felt Simon's mouth descend on her sex, but found that she was completely at his mercy, as her tights kept her legs closed, and she couldn't even look down to see what he was doing.

But oh, she felt the lave of his rough tongue on her softest spot, parting her nether lips as his large hands held her in place, effectively framing her pussy for his explicit use. She should have known he would meet her challenge, and she'd be the one once again under his spell.

Her pale, silken thighs and legs were still up in the air, her toes pointing as she trembled under his mouth. She tried not to make a sound, even as she felt her stepfather nudge her throbbing clit, the points of her breasts stiffening under her sports bra. Whatever she thought about today, she would have never thought that she would be in such a position in her own office with Simon feasting on her.

"Daddy...!" she whimpered, her hands covering her eyes as she panted on her desk and he leaned forward on his chair, doing unspeakable things with his mouth on her pussy.

 

[saedo]

Kara proved most responsive to Simon's oral efforts. He soon had her labia pink and plump with arousal. Meanwhile, each pass of his tongue drew a fresh trickle of her liquid nectar.

Despite this, she seemed reluctant to express the pleasure her body seemed to be taking. Her breathing accelerated, but she kept her voice lowered. When she called out "Daddy", he heard a struggle in her voice. It was as if she couldn't decide whether she wanted him to stop or continue.

Had he been younger, he might have questioned his technique. But he had too much experience to find fault with his technique. The flick of his tongue and the gentle massage of his fingers both inside and out of her eager slit were well calibrated to arouse. Every involuntary shiver in her gorgeous thighs proved that she craved his touch. No, his technique was not at fault.

Kara was holding back for other reasons. Was she aftaid her of making too much noise? Or of creating a mess? Was giving into her sexual desires not what she wanted? Was she embarrassed by her own lust?

Simon couldn't tell. He needed more information. And how better to gather such info than by extending the experience?

It would have been relatively easy to end things within a minute or so. Kara's engine responded as nimbly as a Ferrari; he could have red-lined her rather quickly if he'd wanted.

Instead, he coaxed her reasonably close to the edge before easing up on the accelator. A few repetitions had her thighs visibly quivering as he brought her near the brink instead.

Then Fate intervened: her phone rang. Initially, Simon resented the clanging intrusion, but a moment later, he saw how to turn it to his advantage.

"Answer it," he instructed, lifting his dampened lips and beard from his oral ministrations. Before Kara could voice any response -- or potential refusal -- he forced the issue upon her. He has to stretch with his free hand to reach, but his long fingers just managed to put the without having to leave his chair.

He immediately returned to tracing patterns across her labia with his tongue, taking care not to overly stimulate her hypersensitive clit. Who would be calling? A coworker? A donor to her organization? A friend? Member of her family? And just how well could she hold a conversation with this caller while tip of his finger sought her G-spot?

 

[faerun_girl]

When Kara went to work that day, she never thought she would find herself with her legs spread open, her stepfather (since when did he lose the 'former') lapping the soft place between her legs. She didn't know it, but her sweet nectar flowed freely into his waiting mouth, as if his ministrations had opened the tap of her pleasure.

But still, in the back of her mind, she felt the danger. Everything always seemed to be a headlong challenge with Simon, as if she had something to win. While she did call him "Daddy" and could honestly not stop herself from doing so especially in situations like this, that she didn't fully trust him blocked her from giving in completely.

Not that she didn't want to--but she wasn't Mariko's daughter for nothing. But this was just his tongue. She could handle that--the monster she had in her throat weeks ago was a completely different matter.

Still, Kara was unprepared at how her stepfather could shift gears, and he soon found the exact way she knew how to touch herself, without them even talking about it and she struggled to keep her voice down.

"D..Daddy..." she moaned softly, controlling her voice even as he brought her again and again to the brink like he was making her break the surface of her desire repeatedly until she was too much of a mess to say no to whatever he asked.

This was dangerous.

She was about to tell him to stop completely (or continue, she wasn't sure) when the phone rang beside her. Her hand reached out to push him away and answer, but he beat her to it, and he looked up at her, beard glistening with her own juices. "Answer it."

And just as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she obeyed, and said, "Hello? Kara's office."

And just as if something conspired for this exact moment, it was Mariko, come to complain about the man who was lapping at her own daughter's pretty pink parts like it was part of his job description.

 

[saedo]

Simon's cock shifted in his pants when Kara called him "Daddy". Silly that it had such an effect on him, but he couldn't deny it. Particularly given the level of libidinous spin her voice added to the syllables. After his

The interruption of the phone call had seemed providential. Watching Kara try to restrain herself while he tongued her most sensitive flesh would make for fine entertainment. By now, her willpower for resistance had to be nearly exhausted.

But several seconds in, he realized that this was not merely a call with a coworker or donor. Kara was speaking to her own mother. Simon's ex.

His initial instinct was to accelerate his efforts. After what Mariko had done to him at the party weeks earlier still had him riled with her. His arrogant ex could do with some humility. Hearing her daughter climaxing while begging for her Daddy would serve the twisted Mariko right.

But as Kara's lovely face tensed under the strain of maintaining her composure while he teased her delectable pussy, Simon realized that he'd be abandoning a potential advantage. While emotionally his ex-wife was unstable, her mind still worked reasonably well. That made her potentially disruptive. If Mariko learned of his plans with Kara, she might well seek to undermine them. I

That would be a good a foolish risk to invite. Kara had not even agreed to bear his child yet. Much as the young beauty claimed to disdain her mother's behavior, Simon knew how insidiously persuasive Mariko could be. His ex might work her motherly voodoo against his stepdaughter and get her to do whatever Mariko thought would hurt Simon's interests most. His grand plans for Kara would be over before they began.

No, better to keep his snake kv an ex-wife in the dark as long as possible. She could do less damage that way.

Still, he couldn't abandon Kara entirely. The woman's thighs were trembling with obvious need. Her breasts had swollen and each warred to escape out her neckline. A rapid cessation of his efforts would be a like spamming on the brakes. He did not want to cause her libidinous whiplash. She might think he was too tired to proceed -- other that he'd grown weary of her tasty pussy.

So the game changed. Rather than drive Kara to a finish, he had to keep mr balanced on that's knife's edge. Not so much that she couldn't maintain the conversation, but enough to keep her pussy aching to cum.

At least, until she hung up. Then he wanted her to climax hard enough to pass out. Simon wanted his stepdaughter to never forget what happened this day.

So with her juices forming a pool beneath her dripping pussy, Simon returned to his aggressive -- but gentle -- oral massage of his darling Kara.

 

[faerun_girl]

"Oh good, you're there. I need you to listen to me, Kara..." her mother had already begun her usual spiel, which mostly involved Kara becoming a catchbasin for whatever imagined slight or disappointment her mother had gone through in the past weeks.

She had to bite down on her lip as somehow, Simon's ministrations had begun to slow down, but took on a more intense pressure. But she shouldn't be surprised, as her stepfather undoubtedly found himself in a lot of similar situations all the time--she was just the current recipient.

That was supposed to sober her, but it somehow made her feel like every other woman that Simon had done this to was just to make sure he was quite adept at pleasuring a woman when he got to her.

Kara tried to push her stepfather away, subtly but with the most insistence, squeezing his head between her thighs and laying her hand lightly on his hair, pushing slightly. She doubted she could make him stop.

"And that Simon, your stepfather, he's been speaking to lawyers. I have to find out why." hearing Simon's name cut through the haze of desire, and she had to ask her mother why.

"Why? Is....Is he going to sue you for something?" Kara looked down at her stepfather's dark head, buried between her legs, and narrowed her eyes slightly, even as his tongue traced her sensitive parts. From now on, she would never think that being eaten out was a pleasure--thanks to Simon, she needed a man who savored her.

"He has nothing. But I am going to find out. Just you wait." and just like she usually did, Mariko didn't bother to say goodbye when she hung up, as if she had sucked all her daughter's energy through the phone and was recharged anew to wreak havoc on her current stepfather's life. Or her former.

Once she heard the call cut off, she dropped the phone which clattered onto her table then to the floor. A fresh wave of desire claimed her, and she wanted nothing more than for Simon to finally take her aching clit into his mouth and end her sweet torment.

But this was still her office, and there were children just outside the door. What sort of woman would let a man do this to her?

Kara would soon find out.

 

[saedo]

The phone call lasted a bit longer than he had expected. Simon had to put real effort into balancing his oral ministrations. Enough to keep Kara on tenterhooks, but not enough to push her over the edge.

Judging from Kara's side of the conversation, Mariko was fired up about something. Hardly unusual for his mercurial ex. She could hide her nature pretty well when she wanted, but deep down she was prone to perceived slights, whether real or imagined.

Kara mentioned the possibility of legal action. That would be somewhat atypical; Mariko might violate social mores, but not laws. Still, it's possible she'd finally gotten on the wrong side of someone she shouldn't have. Would serve her right.

When Kara finally dropped the phone, his stepdaughter curled up and moaned. Seeing her so desperate for the orgasm only he could provide thrilled him beyond measure. Tired though his tongue was, he almost prolonged the experience a bit more just so he could savor her lust.

But he had tantalized her long enough. Time to release all that pent-up sexual energy. Simon let his tongue sweep ever so gently across Kara's swollen clit. Engorged as it was, it had to be hyper-sensitive, so he took care; firm, direct contact might be painful for her. So he gently increased the amount of contact till her long-awaited orgasm thundered through her.

 

[faerun_girl]

Kara was unaware until that point that her stepfather was extremely skilled in pleasing a woman. Despite her mother yammering in her usual manner in her ear, and the offhand threat of legislation, her groin was a trembling mess of need.

She had never felt as empty in her entire life as at that very moment, when Simon showed her how a deliberate and practiced pleasure on her labia and groin could all contribute to scattering mind. It took every single ounce of willpower to hold it together, and not turn into a mewling, begging mess.

"Mother, you know it's not...healthy....to be like that..." she managed to say, but that was a mistake. She should have let her mother rant as she usually did, but for some reason, she had to defend Simon--he was between her legs after all.

She was sure she was dripping obscenely into her stepfather's mouth.

"Why do you sound like that, Kara? Are you sick?" most of the time, Kara would be hoping that her mother said that to her, even out of passing concern, but she wanted none of that now, and was a bit alarmed that her mother could hear anything concerning in her voice.

"N--no, mother. I am quite...! All right..." she managed to grit out, even as the pleasure and sweet yearning Simon inspired between her legs said otherwise.

There was a pause, and Kara knew she was caught. How could she explain to her mother that Simon was actually--

"I didn't know you had it in you, sweetie."

Wait, what?

"I will hang up now, since it seems you've finally taken my advice and let a hot-blooded male between your legs like I told you to do." she heard the ghost of her mother's cackling as Mariko hung up.

Kara dropped the phone and moaned, finally able to let out a sound that wasn't an inane conversation, and she felt Simon's pace change. Before, his tongue was languid and indulgent. All of a sudden, the sweep of the wet mouth was deliberate, with more pressure, and finally, landing on her needy clit.

The orgasm that hit Kara was the most powerful she had experienced yet, and it made her let out a sound that she had never let out her entire life. Clear fluid shot from her soft place, and landed all over Simon's face and his front. The din of children playing outside her office stopped for a moment, so people definitely heard.

"Oh...Oh my god....Daddy...I..." Kara wanted to get up and clean him up, but her limbs wouldn't obey her at the moment, and she had to catch her breath.

 

[saedo]

Simon pulled back from Kara as she began to buck and moan. He rested both hands atop her thighs to keep her from pummeling his face. His stepdaughter's passion was quite demonstrative.

When her initial climax seemed to wane, he leaned back and teased her clit a little more to prolong the sensation. This prompted a renewed fervor in her vigorous response. Simon repeated this one more time, but relented when Kara's gasps for air began to get a bit labored. Though in excellent physical condition, he did not want to test her to the limit.

Simon sat back in his chair and plucked a handkerchief from his pocket. The lower half of his face glistened with her copious nectar, so he spent the better part of a minute cleaning himself up.

Kara meanwhile lay prone on her desk for some time. With her blazer spread open, she lay there in just her sports bra; the spandex seemed sorely strained by her incredible tits. With her tights pulled down to her knees, she lay fully exposed. Semi-clear drops of her juices still trickled from her very pink pussy. These joined the pool of fluid on her desk that was already dribbling over the edge into a larger pool on the floor.

Exposed as she was, Simon's lust for her throbbed like a bass drum. His instinct urged him to bury his cock as deep as it would go in her tiny little pussy. He longed to feel her wrapped around his girthy shaft.

Decades ago, he might have. He'd been more aggressive back then. Less in control. But he had other interests here. He needed Kara for more than his own gratification. As such, his libido would have to be harnessed in the service of larger goals.

It took him more than a few minutes to will his throbbing cock into submission. Truth be told, it'd have been easier to just rub one out and release the pressure. But self-control was more important here. He could only manage a partial solution, unfortunately. Rather than a starkly obvious bulge of staggering immensity in his trousers, he could only manage to reduce it to a semi-noticeable thickness along his thigh. Not ideal, but he should be able to make it to his car without casual passers-by taking notice.

"Oh...Oh my god....Daddy...I..." Kara mumbled, trying to rise. Her firm abdominals struggled to lift her, though, so she had to settle for resting on her elbows so that she could see his face.

Simon rose from his chair to stand over her. Her eyes looked enormous as she lay atop her desk, gazing up at him. "Did I pass your challenge, darling?" Although it had the structure of a question, his tone made clear it was a statement of fact.

"I think this warrants us moving to the next stage of consideration," Simon continued smoothly. "I'll have my lawyer draw up a tentative agreement for you and yours to look over and add your own revisions. I don't anticipate we'll have difficulty reaching acceptable accommodations on the minor specifics. We can hammer out everything in the next week or so."

"In the meantime, we should consult a physician to make sure our reproductive goals are achievable." Simon produced his mobile phone and scanned his contacts list. Moments later, he put it to his ear. "Yes, hello. This is Simon Idris. I need to get a consultation with Dr. Thompson . . . . No, for both parties. . . . Yes, a full assessment. . . . This week . . . . No, that's not acceptable . . . . Miss, put down the phone and go tell Karen that this is Simon Idris. . . . No, I'll wait . . . ."

Simon rolled his eyes and watched the clock. Eighty-seven seconds later, he smiled. "Ah, yes, as I expected. . . . Day after tomorrow?" Simon reached past his half-naked stepdaughter and picked up her desk calendar. "Yes, day after tomorrow will be fine. 3 PM? Excellent. Tell Karen I'm looking forward to it. Thank you for your assistance."

Simon hung up and turned back to Kara. "3 PM, day after tomorrow. I'll text you Dr. Thompson's address. She's the best in the city, I assure you. Very discreet, very efficient."

He reached down and helped his stepdaughter into an upright sitting position at the edge of her desk. "I very much enjoyed that, darling," he declared as he looked her over. "If we reach an accord, I shall have to come back to your office to do that again sometime." His eyes twinkled with lascivious amusement.

"Now I think I might have heard someone outside your office door, so I expect you'll want to dress before you open it. Do you have any questions or concerns before I go?"

 

[saedo]

The appointment with Dr. Thompson had proven the usual amount of uncomfortable. Simon was not by nature humble, so being poked and prodded while answering pointed personal questions was not the most enjoyable use of his time. Still, it was necessary, so he endured it.

Fortunately, the results had all been favorable. The doctor declared Kara to be in superb health and with excellent fertility. Meanwhile, Simon's sperm count, motility, and volume all scored high marks. Dr. Thompson estimated that with regular sexual activity, they ought to conceive within the first six months.

Once the medical concerns had been dealt with, the legal ones followed. A week of wrangling amongst the lawyers handled that. While the terms were somewhat atypical, eventually contracts were formed and signed.

That left one question: how to begin? Simon deferred this to Kara. Having been married before, much of this was old hat to him; but to his step-daughter, their imminent engagement was a first. How best to start them off on this new path?

After some consideration, Kara requested some place warm "with a beach". Simon smiled. He had just the place.

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A late evening flight had them awakening to a Caribbean sunrise as the plane landed the following morning. A small prop-engine island hopper took them the rest of the way. After gathering their luggage into the rented jeep, it was only a short trip through the modest town and then a meandering trip along the coast before they reached their destination.

The one-story villa featured four bedrooms, a substantive kitchen, and spacious den. The wood-beamed porch out had both a modest pool and a jacuzzi. Simon considered the former slightly overkill given that barely two dozen yards beyond lay the tawny yellow sand of the beach and the blue ocean beyond.

Simon carried up the bags and found Kara flopped on of the plush beds. He set her luggage down and admired her reclining form. She'd worn a light sundress that showed off her smooth shoulders and lean legs. "If you're tired from the trip, you could just take a nap," he suggested. "Perhaps we could go into town later on and browse around. Or we could hang out here and enjoy the sun and sand."

Simon stretched. "I think I'll take a shower first. Just make yourself comfortable. I'll check in on you after and see what you're in the mood for."

 

[faerun_girl]

Once she had agreed with her ex-stepfather, things moved fast. She supposed Simon always moved quickly when he wanted something. Their encounter in her office had stayed with her for weeks. She didn't think she felt dirty or regretted it--but she would be lying if she said that the utilitarian undercurrent of their relationship didn't bother her.

Could she really go through this all to reach her dreams? She felt she was trading one dream for another.

Kara wasn't bothered about the mechanics and the decorative trappings of marriage. She had een completely disillusioned with her mother's (and in turn Simon's) marriage and every single one that came before. What she always dreaded, was the future.

Still, it was refreshing to have a man so capably handle all the details from start to finish, and all she had to do was show up. That had never happened in her entire life until now and she was quite frankly unable to handle some of the aspects.

In truth, she was waiting for everything they talked about to be yanked from her, just how her mother loved to uproot them in a moment's notice. While it was unfair to Simon to think so, since he was never at fault for anything her mother did to their lives, the situation was simply too uncomfortably convenient? Relaxing? Easy?

Kara was waiting for Simon to change his mind.
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Kara found herself wearing a scandalous sundress that had her breasts almost spilling out with just any sort of upper body movement she made. She was sure the porter had been looking at her nipple at some point.

But she didn't care. She was still nervous and watching Simon's every move, bracing for something she knew would not really come, but nervous anyway.

It was such a disservice to him. And she needed to get her head out of her ass.

She sat up and huffed. She was on a beautiful island with her ex-stepfather, and she hadn't called him Daddy for weeks. This had to stop now.

Kara rubbed her face, and thought nothing of it when she shed the sundress and bent over to remove her panties, and brazenly went inside the shower, not bothering to knock or announce herself--just slip inside the translucent shower area, Simon's naked body obscured by the glass.

"Daddy." she said breathlessly, her eyes determined to stay and look at the back of his neck or his face when he would finally notice her standing behind him, her body bare and waiting for his touch.

 

[saedo]

Simon had a hint of cool air to his rear. Turning, he found Kara behind him, naked as the day she was born. His eyes swept over her body. From those lovely lips to the unbelievable breasts to the delicate folds between her thighs just visible through the steam, she was a breathtaking sight.

She seemed not to notice his own nudity. Her violet-hued eyes didn't even glance down at the massive pillar dangling down before her. No, her gaze looked up to his own as she stood mere inches apart. "Daddy," she said simply.

"Kara, darling," he replied simply. He put the bar of soap in its holder and then reached down with both hands. His fingers caressed her forearms and slid down to her wrists. He guided her arms up till their hands met. Holding them level with her chest, his fingers intertwined with hers.

"I'm glad you're here. With me. Right now." Simon spoke quietly, pausing between sentences. Already his lust was building. His cock hung lower as it plumped with blood. Soon it would rise. But before that, he wanted to say the words.

Simon's hands left hers. Taking her by the wrists, he guided her hands to his hips. As soon as Kara got the idea, he reached down until his hands slid over perky, full buttocks. "Before we get started, there is something I've been wanting to do for a very long time . . . ," he declared. He could already hear the hunger in his own voice.

With a slow exhale, Simon lifted Kara, supporting her lovely ass with his hands. Her body slid against his, her full chest against his hairy one. When she was almost nose-to-nose with him, Simon tilted his head just so and kissed her firmly on the mouth.