by Ami Snow
“So what happens next?” Lori asked.
“Are you going to ask me for your panties?” Tristan replied.
Lori cocked her head and smiled at her Father’s best friend. “Do you want me wearing panties?”
Tristan’s eyebrow went up. “Not particularly, no.”
“Then I guess I don’t need them,” she said.
Tristan laughed. “I think I need a drink,” he said. “Why don’t you go fetch me a scotch?” He stood up and started walking toward the study. “Then I can tell you about the Macedonians.”
Tristan was standing by the showcase in the study when Lori returned with his drink. He had a thick book of maps open on the table in front of him. “Look here,” he said, pointing at an image of Greece. “In this northern area. That’s where Macedonia was.”
“A very long time ago,” Lori agreed, remembering what Tristan had said about the age of the vase.
“A very, very long time ago,” Tristan said. “What we call Western Civilization – all of our big ideas and philosophies – came from this part of the world.”
“Like the Greek myths,” Lori said.
Tristan looked pleased. “Exactly like the Greek myths.” He moved toward the showcase and slid the door open. “That’s why people collect items from that area and that time.” He extracted a shard and handed it to Lori. “The hands that made that belonged to the civilization that shaped the world. You’re touching something from the very beginning of who we are.”
“I’m so sorry I broke it,” Lori said. “All I wanted to do was get rid of that stupid spider!”
“I know,” Tristan said. “Bad things can happen even when we have the best of intentions.”
“And it’s not like you can just go get another one,” Lori said.
“Well, that may not be true,” Tristan said.
“That thing is over 2,000 years old!” Lori protested. “How in the world would you come up with a replacement?”
“That’s what CNN was here about, actually,” Tristan explained. “Finding Macedonian artifacts is currently a lot easier than it’s supposed to be.” He opened another book, and showed Lori a picture of some golden jewelry. “You see these brooches?”
She nodded.
“This book is a catalog of the Museum of Macedonia. During the war, I’d heard a lot of rumors about Skopje. People who knew things said that if you knew where to look in the marketplace, you’d find pieces for sale that came out of their warehouses.” Tristan nodded toward the showcase. “That’s where I got that vase.” He tapped the catalog page. “And that’s where a colleague was able to purchase this, for less than what you would pay for a car.” Tristan paused. “Well, at least for less than what I would pay for a car.”
“But how?” Lori asked. “How did the vase and the jewelry get from Greece to Iraq?”
“That’s a long story,” Tristan said. “A really long story. But it started out the way all stories like this do. Somebody didn’t listen when they were told not to do something.” His eyes flickered up to meet Lori’s. She blushed. “In this case, a young man was told not to gamble. But he didn’t listen. And then he was told not to borrow money to pay for his gambling. But he didn’t listen to that either. When he couldn’t pay the money back?” Tristan shook his head. “He listened when the loan shark told him what he needed to do to avoid having his legs broken in a dozen places.”
“He stole your vase?” Lori asked. “And the jewelry?”
“No,” Tristan said. “He didn’t have to do that, and as far as I have been able to learn, such a thing would have been beyond his abilities anyway. All he had to do was introduce his cousin, who worked at Skopje, to some of his money lender’s friends. And then he was off the hook.”
“What happened to his cousin?” Lori asked, wide eyed.
“Well, his cousin was a very smart man. He understood right away that he was in a dangerous position. The police in Greece are very…overtaxed. They would not be able to protect him or his family. So when the money lender’s friends told him they wanted a supply of antiquities that could be easily sold on the black market, he provided one.”
“Your vase,” Lori said.
“And hundreds of vases just like it,” Tristan agreed.
“I bet,” Lori said, pursing her lips and furrowing her blonde eyebrows together, “that the gold jewelry brought a lot more money in than the clay pots.” She looked at Tristan, eyes suddenly wide. “Not that your vase wasn’t very nice!”
Tristan laughed, gently. “No, you’re on the right track here. There’s a big difference between gold jewelry and vases.”
Lori nodded. “There are probably lots more vases than jewelry. And people pay a lot more attention to their gold than to their dishes.”
“You’re right,” Tristan said. He looked very pleased. “Artifacts were steadily disappearing from Skopje for a long, long time before anyone noticed. Mainly because the thieves confined themselves to small statues and clay vessels.”
“How long?” Lori demanded.
Tristan shrugged. “I bought that vase in the fall of 1990. The news that Skopje’s director was going to be held responsible for the missing artifacts came in October of 2013.”
Lori counted on her fingers. “That’s 23 years!”
“It is a long time,” Tristan agreed. “In that time, who knows how many pieces have made their way into private collections all around the world?”
“A thousand?” Lori guessed.
“The official number is around 150,” Tristan said, “but I think you’re closer to the mark.”
“So there’s like 800 ancient Macedonian artifacts floating around that nobody knows about,” Lori said. “Officially.”
Tristan nodded. “And there are plenty of people who claim that they’ve got them for sale,” Tristan said. “Unofficially, of course.”
“That’s where you come in,” Lori announced. “Because one old clay pot looks just like another. I could get any old pot and sell it to you, saying it came out of Skopje when it didn’t.” She cocked her head at Tristan. “Some of them have to be fakes.”
“Most of them are,” Tristan said. Then he shook his head. “Well, I shouldn’t say that. I’m not sure a majority of the artifacts out there for sale are fraudulent, but a good chunk of them are.”
“How do you tell them apart?” Lori asked.
“That’s what CNN wanted to know,” Tristan said. “I told them it was really difficult.” He smiled at Lori. “But I could show you. If you’d like to learn, that is.”
“Really?” Lori squealed. She clapped her hands together and bounced on her heels, a motion that made her chest heave in a most fetching manner. Tristan didn’t even pretend not to watch, and this made her smile. “I’d love to know how to do something like that.”
“It’ll take a while,” Tristan warned.
“I’m not planning on going anywhere,” Lori countered. She titled her head and looked at Tristan critically. “Unless you’d like me to clear on out of here.”
“No,” he said, sliding an arm around her shoulders and giving her a gentle squeeze. “It turns out I really like having you around.”
“Even when I don’t listen?” Lori asked.
“Maybe especially when you don’t listen.” Tristan let his hand drop to the hem of Lori’s uniform. Then he slid it upward, underneath the fabric, letting his palm glide over her tender, marked flesh. He squeezed one cheek, gently, smiling when Lori moaned. “I think you might need to get used to having a pink bottom.”
“That’s not so bad,” Lori said, shifting position to give Tristian easier access to the sensitive spots between her thighs, “but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that damned wooden spoon.”
Tristan’s fingers had found her clit and had started tracing slow circles around it. “Be a good girl,” he said, “and you won’t have to.”
Lori flattened her hands on the table in front of her, spreading her legs even wider. “That feels so g
ood, when you do that,” she said. She bent at the waist, letting her breasts fall down in front of her. The fleshy pendulums almost reached the table’s surface, and it took all of her willpower not to thrust her hips backward onto Tristan’s talented hand.
“I’m glad you like it.” Tristan tapped his fingertips against Lori’s clit, causing the big girl to jump in place. “We could have a lot of fun.” Then he grasped her throbbing button between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently. The pressure took Lori’s breath away; she didn’t even recognize the noises that were coming from her mouth as sounds she was capable of making. “As long as you do as you’re told.”
“I will,” Lori promised, gasping. Every second Tristan held her clit this way was a second she became more and more powerless before him; she would do anything to make the delicious pain stop. Or not stop. The ache was becoming more and more intense. Lori could feel a new surge of need building up within her. “Oh, God. I promise I’ll obey you!”
Tristan squeezed even harder. Lori’s knees buckled and she collapsed onto the table. Her large breasts and ample belly formed a soft cushion beneath her. “You say that now,” Tristan said. He had his free hand at the entrance to Lori’s pussy, one finger tip tucked just between her tender lips. “But when I told you not to come earlier, did you listen?”
Lori shook her head, sending her curls sprawling all over the table. “I couldn’t help it!”
“Tell me,” Tristan said. “Has anyone played with this sweet pussy before?” He wriggled his fingertip while keeping the steady pressure on her tender clit. “Tell me the truth.”
“Not like this,” Lori gasped. “I mean, some guys have touched me there. Inside. A little. But it never felt like this.”
“And how long ago was that?” Tristan asked. He started pushing his finger slowly into her fleshy pussy. “Because you’re so very, very tight.”
Lori blushed. It had been a while since she’d gone out with anyone; even if her boyfriend had been kind of a loser, breaking up with him had taken more of a toll on her heart than Lori had expected. “About a year,” she admitted. “Fourteen months?”
“That explains a lot,” Tristan said. His fingers were thicker than Lori had realized; having a single digit in her made her feel deliciously full. When he slid it back and forth, Lori closed her eyes. She also opened her mouth; much to her surprise, she realized she wanted her mouth full of Tristan’s big cock again. Her pussy convulsed at the thought of having his fingers in her hair, pulling her face into his crotch, and she groaned. “A woman like you needs plenty of attention,” he said, sliding another finger in beside the first, “to stay satisfied.”
Lori turned her head and looked at her father’s best friend over her shoulder. “Please?” she asked.
“Please what?”
“I want to come,” she said. “With you inside of me.”
Tristan wiggled his fingers, forcing a fresh moan deep out of Lori’s lungs. “I am inside you,” he said.
“That’s not what I mean,” she panted, “and you know it.”
“Tell me what you want, Lori,” Tristan said, releasing his grip on her clit only to grasp the slippery bean again, slightly harder. “Tell me now.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “With your big cock.” Tristan’s fingertips hit a particularly sensitive spot inside Lori, and she went up on her tip toes. “And I want you to let me come.”
“Good girl,” Tristan said. He took his fingers off of her clit to undo his belt. “You’re a fast learner.” His cock swung out in front of him, thick and full. When Tristan pulled his fingers out of Lori’s juicy pussy, there was a wet, sucking sound. He stepped into position behind her, nestling the head of his cock against her ample swollen lips. “See what happens when you do what you’re told?”
Lori didn’t say anything. She just did her best to thrust her hips backward, desperate to feel Tristan’s thick cock forcing her open. The head was so thick and fat that it took a long moment to go in; both Tristan and Lori moaned when the flared edge slipped into her tight tunnel.
“Yes,” Lori breathed. “This is so good.”
Tristan had one hand on each of her hips, finger tips sinking into her soft, fleshy folds. “Don’t make me come yet,” he cautioned her. “I want to be all the way in you.”
“I’m trying,” Lori said. “But I don’t know what to do!”
Her admission seemed to spur some fresh new need in Tristan. He pushed forward with an almost brutal stroke, stretching and opening Lori’s pussy as he went. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She took him at his word. Lori felt her legs open wider and wider as Tristan’s thrusting grew more intense; before too long, she could feel the soft crush of his balls smacking up against her clit with every stroke. She was full, fuller than she’d ever been, and the juices were running out of her pussy like a river.
“Oh God!” she said. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” The words kept repeating themselves, a new iteration forced out of her mouth each time Tristan pushed into her. “I’m gonna come all over your fat cock!”
“Yeah,” Tristan growled. He was slamming into her at this point; his face red and all pretense of calm control abandoned. “Give it up for me, baby.” He smacked her ass hard, right on top of the area he’d worked over with the wooden spoon. It hurt in all the right ways. Lori howled and had the biggest orgasm of her life; her pussy tensed tighter than it had ever been and then let loose all at once with a rush of excitement the likes of which she’d never felt before.
That did it for Tristan. With one last grunt, he slammed into Lori as hard as he could. His cock flexed and thickened and then released, sending a river of his need to merge with her wetness. After, he collapsed on top of Lori, breathing heavily for a moment. Then he rolled to the side, half-sprawled on the table, face to face with Lori.
“Would it be okay,” he asked, letting his fingertips trace the side of her face, “if I kissed you now?”
Lori laughed. “Why not? You’ve done everything else.”
Tristan smiled. “But kissing is different,” he said.
“How?” she asked.
“Try it and see.”
Lori reached out and pulled Tristan toward her. “All right.” The kiss was tender and tentative at first; Tristan was, surprisingly, the shyer of the two of them. Lori was the first one to let her lips part; it was her tongue that reached out for his. After a moment, though, his passion matched hers. They wound up with their arms wrapped around each other, rolling on the table through a round of deep kisses before sitting up and grinning at each other.
“You know what?” Lori said. She thought back over the entire day. It had been such an emotional roller coaster, from her anxiety that everything be flawless for the CNN taping, through the jaw-dropping terror that came with seeing the vase shatter on the study floor, through the nerve-wracking wait for Tristan’s wrath – all to be followed up with the most intense and ultimately pleasurable sexual experience of her life.
“What’s that?” Tristan said.
“If I had known that this is how things turned out,” she said, “I would have broken your vase a long time ago.”
Tristan laughed. “Well, don’t feel like you need to destroy my entire collection,” he said. “That part’s really not necessary.”
Lori’s eyes went wide. “But then how will you know when I need a spanking?” she asked.
“Believe me,” Tristan said. “I’m pretty bright. I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, and then waved a plump finger at her father’s best friend’s face. “But you’d better not keep me waiting for too long. Otherwise, who knows what will happen?”
THE END
Forbidden Fruits with Dad’s Best Friend
TABOO ROMANCE
By: Amanda Bolton
Forbidden Fruits with my Dad’s Best Friend
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“Kathleen can you come in here please?”
The intercom on my desk connected to my boss’s office startled me. Clicking the transmit button I answered that I would be right in; I locked the sensitive case file I had been working on in my desk drawer and entered his office.
Looking up from the paper he was reading he motioned me to a chair.
“Kathleen the motion to plead not guilty by Garrick Anderson has been incorrectly addressed and will be inadmissible in court in the morning and as I have called in a favor by the clerk of courts to have this hearing first up on Judge Quail’s agenda I need it in my hands before 10AM”
Looking slightly guilty now he looked down again as he made his request.
“I know it is a lot to ask and I would go myself if I didn’t have to review the case notes in the murder trial tomorrow afternoon. It is going to take a good deal of the night. Can you please drive up to Newcastle tonight and collect the new document and bring it back here to me?”
During the time we had been representing Garrick I had been to his house on numerous occasions and I knew it was almost a four hour drive each way. I also knew my boss was serious and he would go himself if he possibly could. During the five years I had been his articled clerk and private secretary he had seldom asked too much of me that would cause me to work through the night.
“Yes of course Sir, may I leave now and try and miss most of the peak hour traffic out of Sydney?”
“Looking at his watch he exclaimed
“Good grief is it that late already? Yes of course you must leave immediately.”
Then looking directly at me again added,
“I really appreciate this, I will add forty hours to your bonus this month Kathleen.”
Then he wished me a safe journey and returned to his case notes. It was a generous gesture and quite in character, he was not the most successful Criminal Queen’s Council in Australia merely because he almost always won his cases, but equally because he treated his staff well and amply rewarded effort and talent.
