Chapter 1

For Rodney Withers it hadn't been an altogether bad life so far. Rod's mother had died when he was a little tyke of three and while his father hadn't been the type to show his child excessive anger, he also didn't display much in the way of praise or affection. It wasn't until Rod had reached the age of thirteen that his father seemed able to relate at all; but Rod didn't think he had it so bad. His dad was very wealthy and wasn't stingy about spending money on Rod. Living in the lap of luxury with a household staff primarily composed of attractive women wasn't exactly torture for a teenage male.

When Rod entered puberty and his hormones filled his young body with sensations both new and pleasurable, he was quick to notice the eye candy placed all around him. And so being quite aware of his father's tendency to surround himself with young and beautiful women, Rod was not surprised that his father invited one such lovely to dinner on an evening in late May. What was surprising to Rod was that this was the one day his dad had normally spent with him. It was Rod's fifteenth birthday and instead of spending the evening together doing something that Rod wanted to do, his dad had invited someone else to spend it with him.

Some teenagers in Rod's position might be tempted to whine or complain; however, Rod had come across plenty of people like that in the private school his father paid for him to attend and didn't care for them at all. He had grown into an intelligent and thoughtful young man more prone to pondering an issue than blowing up about it. So this, the evening of his fifteenth birthday, he decided to 'go with the flow' and see what his father was up to.

"Rod, I would like you to meet Pamela Reese. She and I have been seeing quite a bit of each other and I wanted you to get a chance to know her yourself" Mr. Withers said.

"How do you do Ms. Reese? It is a pleasure to meet you!" Rod said extending his hand and offering her a cautious smile.

The model perfect Pamela shook Rod's hand and returned his smile saying "I'm fine Rod. And I must say it is a pleasure to meet you as well. Your father speaks highly of you and I can see why! I know it's your birthday - and your dad tells me you two normally spend the evening together to celebrate - so I hope you'll forgive the impromptu change in plans. But I really did want to meet you and wish you a happy birthday."

"Well I do like to get a little of Dad's time now and then; but you are more than welcome to join us this evening!" Rod answered politely. "Where are we going tonight Dad?"

"That is still completely up to you Rod" Mr. Withers replied.

"In that case, Pamela, do you prefer French or Italian?" Ron asked the beautiful blonde on his father's arm.

"It's your birthday - so you should decide; but since you asked I will answer. I like French food when I want to eat something a bit light and Italian food when I'm really famished. Right now I could go for either" Pamela answered.

"What about you Dad? Are you very hungry?"

"A bit. I had a good lunch though."

"Well," Rod said, "let's go to that French restaurant you bought last year Dad."

The three had an enjoyable meal filled with good food and conversation. After the meal the Limo dropped Pamela off at her condo in one of the affluent downtown areas. Rod and his Dad went to see the latest Bond film packed from beginning to end with fast cars, fast women, special effects, and enough of a plot to glue it all together.

On the way back home Rod asked his father "I know you date Dad. We don't speak of it much, but Mom's been gone for a long time. Any healthy male would at least date. On the other hand, you've never introduced me to any of your dates before so I have to wonder, are you getting ready to tell me something?"

"You're going to make a capital businessman someday Rod. You always seem to be able read the situation and are aware of the big picture as they say. I may have more to tell you - but not without getting your impression first" Mr. Withers answered. After a short pause he spoke again, "in other words, I'm becoming very attached to Pamela to the point of asking her to be my wife - but not without your consent. I know in many ways I'm not much of a father - I guess I've never quite understood how to be. But I do know that you are very important to me and your opinion matters!"

"That's extremely considerate of you father. I certainly don't feel that you have to ask my opinion. From my viewpoint the only question is will you both be happy together? As long as the answer is yes I'll be very content" Rod said.

It was only a few weeks later when Mr. Withers popped the question to Ms. Reese. Soon after a date was set for the wedding and plans were being made. Suddenly, now that the senior Mr. Withers seemed less attainable, the female members of the household staff became incredibly attentive to the needs and wishes of the younger Mr. Withers. Rod was treated to more "accidental" displays of cleavage and feminine undergarments in a day than he used to observe in a month. After the wedding, the subtle glimpses turned into outright acts of exhibitionism - especially with the maids that were assigned to Rod's suite of rooms. He knew this would happen sooner or later. In one of the only substantial 'Man to Man' conversations his father had ever had with Rod he told him that wealth attracted some women like a magnet. And as he found out later in life, the Withers fortune was one of the largest in existence. His dad had told him he should consider this one of the benefits of wealth; but to be careful.

He woke up on a Saturday morning around 10AM to find Lori quietly cleaning in his room. She was wearing the skimpiest outfit he had ever seen her wear. She had on a bikini top that barely covered her nipples and large areolas leaving most of her magnificent breasts exposed. She was wearing the smallest of bikini bottoms and Rod knew she must have shaved her pussy to be able to wear it since he didn't see any hair exposed.

"Excuse me Lori, but why are you cleaning my room now and why are you dressed in a swimsuit?" Rod asked.

"Don't you like my outfit?" she asked hunching her shoulders together to emphasize her cleavage.

"Well yes, you look wonderful; but this isn't what you normally wear and you usually don't come in my room when I am sleeping" he replied.

She moved closer to Rod's bed and asked "would you like it if I came in your room while you are sleeping?"

Rod lay there just staring at her luscious body.

"Is there anything I can do for you this morning Sir? Anything at all?" she asked.

"Do you really mean anything?" Rod responded.

"Yes sir, anything at all" Lori said in a soft seductive voice.

"Alright! Why don't you start by taking off your little outfit" Rod requested.

Rod couldn't take his eyes off of Lori's gorgeous body as she seductively removed her top and then pushed off her bikini bottom.

"How big are your tits Lori?" he asked.

"44EE" she answered as she leaned over Rod and gently swayed her mammaries back and forth in his face. Rod reached out and fondled her breasts enjoying their firmness and weight. He tweaked her nipples and she moaned in response.

"Would you like a blowjob Rod?" she purred.

Rod responded by throwing off his covers so she could see his thick, rampant cock in all of its ten inches of glory. Lori climbed onto the bed between Rod's legs and lowered her face to his cock. She spent the next few minutes licking the bottom side of Rod's prick from the head, down to his balls and lightly tickling his asshole with the tip of her tongue.

Rod had never felt anything so intense in his life. "That's it baby! Lick my dick and tongue my asshole!" Rod exclaimed. Lori continued to do just that for a little bit longer and then slurped the head of Rod's cock into her hot mouth. She began to bouncing her head up and down on the large cock stuffing in a little more in with each bounce until she was deep throating Rod's prick. Lori's slurping noises turned Rod on that much more and soon he blew a big wad of cum down her thirsty throat.

After he had his first cum, Rod's dick was still granite hard. Lori looked up past Rod's erect staff to his face and asked, "Do you want to fuck me now?"

"Hell yes!" Rod said emphatically.

Rod got off of the bed as Lori positioned herself on all fours, with her ass up in the air and her shaved pussy inviting Rod to pleasure himself in her hot, wet hole. As he stood behind her Rod asked "Are you ready baby?"

"Yeah Hon! I'm ready! Bang my box!" Lori yelled out in her passion.

Rod needed no further proof, so he shoved his cock all the way into her steaming gash in one long stroke. He leaned forward placing one hand on her ass while using his other hand to play with her swaying jugs. He kept his strokes coming deep and fast. After several minutes of intense fucking, Lori was thrashing her head back and forth and moaning loudly as she began to have a continuous string of orgasms. Rod, having already come once, was able to hold off for quite some time. After they had been going at it for twenty minutes or so, Rod finally felt his balls tighten in preparation to unload his cannon in Lori's spasming pussy.

"Thanks for the wake up fuck Lori!"

"Anytime Rod."

"Careful what you promise!" Rod joked.

It wasn't terribly long after this incident that other women working at the Withers estate began plying their sexual wares in an effort to earn Rod's appreciation and good graces. In a rare moment alone, Rod told his dad about his new abundance of sexual opportunity and asked "just how careful do you want me to be dad?"

"Rod, all of the women here at the estate are checked weekly by our medical staff and are safe for your use" Rod's dad replied.

"Dad, what medical staff are you talking about?" Rod asked.

"Son it's time we had a long talk. In fact it's probably past time, but I wanted to wait until you came to me with the type of question you just brought me; however, this isn't the best place to discuss this. Humor your old man and take a walk with me."

Alistair Roderick Withers was the fourth Alistair in a line of powerful and wealthy men who had amassed great wealth through hard work and careful investment. Like his fathers before him he enjoyed overseeing the family fortune, investing in new ventures, managing the stock portfolio, and generally attending to the business of creating even more wealth. Rod knew his family was wealthy, but he had no true concept of their real wealth. Now as the current head of the Withers clan was accompanied by the next in line Alistair felt it was time to begin Rod's real education.

Rod's father led him to his study. Instead of a room, it was really a suite of rooms meant to be a private place for Mr. Withers to work without intrusion. His privacy was ensured by high tech security. No one was allowed to enter without his permission - including the new Mrs. Withers. The cleaning staff did not enter without Mr. Withers being present.

Rod watched as his Dad entered an eight digit code into a number pad beside the door. The door opened and Mr. Withers escorted Rod into a small chamber. Mr. Withers stepped over to some equipment that reminded Rod of an Automatic Teller Machine. Mr. Withers placed his eye over an eyepiece, and his hand on a flat pane of glass. Rod watched in amazement as a picture of an eye appeared on the large display panel. A new picture appeared as Mr. Withers eye was being scanned. On an adjacent panel a picture of a hand appeared and, as a green bar of light was making its way down Mr. Withers palm, a second image of his hand was gradually displayed next to the first. Next the scanned image of the eye was compared to the previous image and the same was done with the two images of the hand. In a matter of seconds the computer was satisfied with it's verification and Rod heard some machinery whir into life as the entire rear wall of the chamber slid down into the floor.