I just finished my junior year of college, studying business management, and have been relaxing at my parent’s home for a couple of weeks. During this time I’ve been spending most of my time partying with my old high school friends, getting caught up on all the rumors and gossip.

I’ve been so caught up in my own life and activities that I didn’t realize that something didn’t feel right in the Evans household until this morning. As I approach the kitchen I hear my parents talking, not their normal boisterous type of talking, but in a hushed tone. Out of curiosity I decide to do a little eavesdropping just outside the door, just in case they are talking about me. Hey, a girl’s got to be on her toes, they may want me to get a summer job or something.

The good news is that they aren’t talking about me, but about Dad’s business. Dad started up his own company many years ago and he has done very well. We live in a very large colonial house, three car garage, and a pool in the back yard. Based on their conversation, the company has took a turn for the worst and he hasn’t signed up any new clients since the beginning of the year.

A method of Dad’s to impress a possible new client is to invite them to the house for a home-cooked meal and to spend the night. Mom and Dad are now discussing the best way to wine and dine this guy who is due to arrive late this afternoon. While they are absorbed in their planning, I walk back to my room deep in thought, wondering how I can be of help.

While in my bedroom I figure out a plan on how to help Dad sign up this potential new client. College isn’t all about studying for me, I’ve learned a lot about having a good time. Sex is one of my favorite extracurricular activities. My plan to impress our company is to flirt, flaunt my young sexy body, and maybe apply some of my business management skills.

I stroll into the dining room wearing a bright yellow sundress that clings to my breasts, exposing just a small amount of cleavage. The dress is sexy enough, but not too bad, so that my parents won’t object. I sit down at the dinner table with my plan in motion, but I’m not sure if I have the nerve to pull it off. Daddy introduces me to Mr. Graves, whom I estimate is in his late fifties. He extends his hand in greeting, but ignoring his hand, I stand up and pull him into my arms in a nice intimate hug.

The dinner is progressing very smoothly, with Daddy and Mr. Graves pleasantly talking business. While they are talking, I notice that Mr. Graves is wearing a wedding ring. The idea of him being married excites me. At the end of the meal, Mr. Graves is asking me about my college courses and interests. As I smile and flirt, it dawns on me that I need to take my plan up to another level by visiting him in his bedroom later in the evening where we can be alone.

The guest room that Mr. Graves is staying in is located on the second floor at the back of the house. My parents’ room is situated on the third floor overlooking the front yard. The location of the rooms works to my advantage to block any sound from traveling to unnecessary ears.

“Mr. Graves, I brought you some additional towels. Are you in there?”

The door opens and time seems to stand still as Mr. Graves slowly takes in the delicious sight of my attire. I’m wearing my cute little fuzzy slippers and silky white robe, the hem falling just below my bottom. The front is bound with a sash and tied with a simple knot. My hair is lightly flowing over my shoulders and I smile sweetly when his eyes reach my gaze.

I boldly enter the room and close the door. As I head for the adjoining bathroom to relieve myself of the towels I exclaim, “I was going to check your room earlier to make sure you had enough towels and I simply forgot, sorry about that.” As he looks up I smile wickedly.

“There are plenty of towels, Stacey, thanks anyway,” Mr. Graves says as he sits at the foot of the bed.

“Not a problem.” I emerge from the bathroom and sit down next to Mr. Graves, crossing my legs. “Is there anything else that I can do for you to make your night anymore comfortable?” I ask, delicately placing my hand on his thigh.

All the while I’m feeling both nervous and excited at the same time, causing my face to flush ever so slightly.

“Or can I get you a snack, a drink, some more blankets? Anything that you desire?” Nonchalantly I glide my tongue over my upper lip.

He lightly places his hand on top of mine, rubbing his finger back and forth over mine. “I’m fine Stacey, but your visit is a nice unexpected treat. Why don’t you stay and keep me company for a while?”

I spring off the bed and head for the T.V. “That would be great, why don’t we watch something on the tube?”

Mr. Graves starts to protest, but I hit the power button before he can do anything about it. To my surprise and delight, one of the porn stations is on. I turn to Mr. Graves, who is blushing, and I smile.

“Oh good, one of my favorite stations. Do you mind if we watch this movie for now?”

The blush is replaced with a gleam of excitement. “Stacey why don’t we enjoy the movie by getting comfortable and lying down on the bed?”

“I’ll get us a few more pillows from the closet.” As I reach up to the top shelf to get the pillows, my robe lifts up just enough to reveal a portion of my bare bottom. Upon seeing this, Mr. Graves just then realizes that I’m naked underneath my robe.

As I settle on the bed Mr. Graves says, “Stacey you are an extremely intriguing young lady.”

The activity on the T.V. is really turning me on. Two sexy hot babes are having an exceptionally good time in a hot tub. Their skin is glistening from the water. The blonde with the big boobs is sitting on the edge of the tub with legs spread wide. The redhead is rubbing the blonde’s pussy. She replaces her hand with her tongue, flicking it back and forth over her wet clit.

Glancing at the bulge growing in Mr. Graves’ pants, I begin to caress my breasts through the fabric of my robe, causing my nipples to harden and poke through the fabric. At this point Mr. Graves becomes aggressive by pulling the string of my robe and slipping a hand inside, cupping my breast, clutching it.

He begins to roll my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and squeezing. His mouth comes down on my other nipple, his lips sucking at it. His teeth bite down, causing both pain and extreme pleasure. I’m enjoying his attention, oh so very much, but this night isn’t suppose to be about my pleasure. I want to show him how much pleasure he can have this fine night.

Upon sitting up I slide my robe off, then place my hand over his erection, softly rubbing, feeling it grow harder. I unzip and open his slacks, easing out his manliness. His protruding cock makes my clit twitch with desire. I take a second to admire it. “Mr. Graves, you have an extremely enormous toy, may I play with it?”

“Play with it all you want, Stacey. Use it to your heart’s content.”

My fingers wrap around his manhood, feeling its girth. Mr. Graves watches my hand with an intense appreciation. I begin to stroke his now swollen penis with wild abandon, causing his legs to spread out a little wider. He smiles, encouraging me to continue with my delightfully sinful actions. I lick off the pre-cum that is trickling out of the tip, savoring the saltiness, licking my lips so as to not miss a drop.

The moans coming from the television change, so I briefly glance at the TV to discover a new couple on the screen. A brunette is riding a hot young guy, cowboy style. She is bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him oh so sweetly.

My attention returns to Mr. Graves as I gently hold his huge, hard cock, rubbing his balls, and then I slide the whole thing in my mouth. My mouth attacks his cock, devouring him with a primitive passion, feeling it throbbing with excitement as it fills my mouth. My lips tingle with desire as I continue to slide back and forth against the length of his shaft. His carnal moans excite me, causing me to tighten my lips and suck harder, deeper. I take him deep into my hot, wet mouth, feeling his head hit the back of my throat.

Surprising him, I take my finger and slide it into my mouth to get it nice and wet, then ease it in his back door. He moans in delight as my finger probes him. His breathing intensifies as I continue to wildly go down on his length with my finger in his ass.

As his body begins to tighten, I know that he is close to cumming, causing me to I increase my rhythm. While I use both my hand and mouth, he explodes in my mouth. His creamy sex oozes down my chin and onto my tits.

Late the next morning I leisurely walk into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

Dad says, “Great news, Stacey. Mr. Graves signed the contract, we have a new client.”

“He left about an hour ago. He seemed quite happy. He didn’t even make any alterations to the original contract.”

“Congratulations, Dad,” I say as I smile to myself. “When’s the next potential client going to arrive?”

“Mrs. Roberts is scheduled to arrive tomorrow night.”

As I’m pouring my coffee I’m already thinking, in some wonderfully sinful ways, on how I can help Dad land another new client.