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“You’re a good girl, Melissa.”

“Your Lordship, if I’m your good cocksucker, it’s because you have the most incredible manhood. I’m so happy you took Viagra before I arrived. I get to suck and suck.”

His Lordship John Law agreed to allow young Charles to accompany Melissa back to the US. Of course, he allowed Melissa to suck to her heart’s content. It took her three days to become satisfied. When she left his estate, she had tears in her eyes. “Your Lordship, I’m going to miss your magnificent cock; my mouth is going to miss your magnificent cock.”

She called Alise, but there was no answer. Crossing the street to her hotel, she was informed at the front desk that “Mrs. Braun checked out three days ago.”

The Braun Brewery plane was still at Gatwick; scheduled to leave tomorrow.

Melissa contacted Scotland Yard. For two weeks the search was on, but there was no sign of the missing beer heiress. “Miss Johnston, you should return to the United States, we’ll keep searching and if we find her, you’ll be the first to know.”

During those two weeks, Charles did all he could to relieve her stress. She had to admit; he’d become marvelous. Better yet, he preferred to eat her pussy to fucking and even her incredible blowjobs. He was still eighteen.

Meanwhile, Alise Schulteiss Braun was becoming more and more comfortable in her new home on the outskirts of Accra, Ghana. She didn’t like that she couldn’t get phone service and had no contact with the world beyond Oscar’s estate.

Oscar Lowe’s manor overlooked the ocean. He called on her once, sometimes twice a day. She’d put on a fresh coat of that bright red lipstick, walk naked to his suite and get on her knees. “Thank you, Oscar, I’ve been looking forward to this since the last time.”

At first, it had been embarrassing to walk around naked, but Oscar insisted. His household help stared; male and female. Yes, it was her pale skin, and her luscious whiter than white breasts, but more than that, it was her golden bush. Here, of course, it was the rarest thing. Oscar liked it as full as possible.

“Alise, you’ll get used to it. I want to show you off. Show my people what Oscar Lowe is getting. I want them to know that your pussy is mine, and your ruby red lips tells them that you’re my puffer. Be my puffer, Alise.” She didn’t hesitate to get on her knees.

If his cock wasn’t enough to keep Alise happy, once a week, sometimes twice, he spent a day with his face in her golden bush. She always went wild and could be heard throughout the manor house. Of course, the help heard her and knew that the American girl was either getting a good fucking or their boss was getting a taste of that white pussy.

A month later, when Oscar had just finished pleasing her pussy, and Alise was the most vulnerable, “I’m sending you to Ezekiel Henderson in Nigeria. We’re close to a deal on distributing Braun Beer there. I’m sure you’ll know how to close the negotiations.”

“But Oscar, I only want you. I want to be your puffer, and oh my God, what your tongue does to me.”

“I know, but Zeke’ll take good care of your pussy, and I know you’ll take care good care of him. Besides, it’s only for a month.”

As soon as her plane took off, Oscar Lowe made a call on his private line. “Melissa, it’s me. So far everything’s working as we planned. What about you?”

“Right now, Oscar, I have a young man, a very young man with his tongue in my bare, smooth pussy. He’s good, Oscar; not as good as you, but he’s learning. Charles, tell my friend what I have?”

Charles lifted his head. “She has a scrumptious pussy.” Melissa pushed his head back down.

“I’m jealous, you know.”

“I hope so, Oscar. Now, to our other business. Next week, a judge here will declare Alise dead, and then we can get on with world-wide distribution.”

When Alise’s husband drowned and she was a distraught widow, Melissa had a new will drawn up for her. The will declared that Melissa was her sole heir. With Alise declared dead, Melissa would inherit her fortune, most of it tied up in her 33% ownership of the brewery. Oscar and Melissa had been plotting.

“Oscar, I have to go. Young Charles wants me to concentrate on his tongue. Don’t you, baby?”

THE END

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