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Morgan Blows Him in Front of His Wealthy Dad

Morgan decides to play the trashy girlfriend to the hilt, and saves a risky blowjob for her finale.

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“So, uh, don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“Oh, seriously! You can do better than that!” Morgan retorted without looking to see who used the tired line from behind her at the self checkout.

“Yeah, you’re right, but I couldn’t think of anything better,” the young man confessed. “I couldn’t leave the store without trying.”

“Well, you need to try harder than that.”

“OK, OK … uh-um,” he cleared his throat.

“Please forgive my boldness, ma’am, but as I was trying to find my brand of shave lotion mere moments ago in aisle three, I happened to notice your rather seductive legs as you passed. And, uh-um, upon feeling rather amorous, I followed those legs here …,” he said, employing a formal, wealthy, English accent.

“… and found they were attached to an incredibly beautiful woman,” he finished in a normal, accent-free voice.

Morgan laughed and clapped, approving of his performance.

“Encore! Encore!” she roared.

“Hi, I’m Matthew.”

Morgan playfully pulled him to her, offering a warm hug and a peck on his cheek.

“You earned that, Matthew. Hi — I’m Morgan. That was very creative.”

“So, Morgan, are you free tomorrow night?” Matthew asked.

“Sorry, but I’m not, unfortunately. I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon. I’m here on business and this is my last night in San Francisco,” she said.

“Oh, that sounds about right,” Matthew laughed.

“What do you mean?” Morgan asked.

“It’s nothing, but I have to attend a family dinner tonight at my parent’s house and I’m dreading it. We don’t get along. So, it makes sense that they also would somehow ruin a chance to get to know you.”

“Your parents sound overbearing. I hope you survive the night.”

“I’ll survive, despite their best efforts. They’re such mean-spirited, critical, snobby prudes who care for little other than money and status.

“Instead of going to law school, I signed up for culinary school … to become a chef. They’re angry that I’ve rejected their way of life — and their wishes for my life.”

“I have a very naughty idea, Matthew. I know we just met, but why don’t I join you for dinner. Are you allowed to bring a date?”

“Yes, of course. But, they’d expect me to show with someone of a certain class and status …”

“Exactly!” I interrupted. “Instead, you’ll bring me — your trampy, slutty, potty-mouthed girlfriend. I’m inspired by your wonderful acting Matthew! Now, give me the opportunity to play the role of a lifetime!”

“OK, then. It’s a date. Hors d’oeuvres and drinks start at 7. Can I pick you up at 6?”

“Oh yes, I’ll be ready.”

“Wow — you look absolutely perfect!” Matthew told Morgan as she climbed in his car. “To me, you look stunning in that outfit. To them, that is trashy.”

“I totally agree! Wow — you get it. I love this outfit but, based on how you described your family, I knew it would cause a fuss.”

They both laughed as Matthew headed south from the city toward Atherton.

Matthew’s parents, Nathaniel and Madeleine Sinclair, lived in one of that country’s wealthiest communities. While Matthew mostly avoided returning home, he visited his parents twice a year — at Christmas and on his parents anniversary. Tonight was his parents’ 27th anniversary dinner and they had invited friends and family for a small party.

A valet greeted Matthew and Morgan in the front drive and took the keys to his Honda Civic.

“Here we go. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Matthew said.

“Oh, don’t worry. I live for these moments. And I’ll warn you now, this shit makes me horny,” Morgan said.

Matthew’s father greeted them as they walked inside.

“Matthew! Son. Let me look at you. It’s been so long, you know. You hardly take time for us anymore,” his dad roared for everyone to hear.

“Hello, dad. It’s good to see you too. But …” Matthew started to say.

“And, what have you brought to us, this evening, Matthew?” Mr. Sinclair said in a demeaning tone.

“Dad, ‘who,’ not ‘what!’” Matthew barked at him. “This is Morgan and she is …”

“… his girlfriend,” Morgan blurted in her best New England accent, cutting Matthew off. “I’m Morgan and I’m pleased to meet your acquaintance.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Mr. Sinclair sniped back.

“Dad, enough. Where’s mom?” Matthew took Morgan’s hand and led her into a large entertaining space.

“I’ll catch you later, Mr. Nathan,” Morgan waved as she passed, giving Matthew’s father a wink. He stood silent, mouth open, and disgusted.

“Hi mom,” Matthew hugged his mother.

“Hello, Matthew. Who’s this?” she asked.

“Nice, mom. This is Morgan. She’s … my girlfriend.”

“Hello, Mrs. Sinclair. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Your home is lovely.”

“Thank you, dear. So, how long have you two been fucking,” she snarled.

Morgan was caught off guard by this but eagerly joined the fray.

“Well, we’re not fucking now, obviously, Mrs. Sinclair,” Morgan intentionally started with a bad joke. “But, yesterday, I’d say between the two times we fucked it probably lasted a good 90 minutes.”

Madeleine Sinclair’s eyes could have shot bullets at Morgan.

“Good, God!” she bellowed.

Matthew smiled at Morgan.

“Matthew, what are you doing for employment nowadays. Are you still in fast food, son?” his dad said, joining them.

“Dad, I’m studying to be a chef, not fast food. Just back off, please. I have a guest with me.”

“You mean Morgan? Yes, well, Morgan, what is your family name? Where are you from?”

“Well, my mama’s name is Baker but I don’t know my daddy’s name because mama wouldn’t ever tell me. You know? I guess I understand since they really didn’t know each other. But, I’m from Boston.”

“Oh, my, Matthew. We must talk. Really, you can’t be serious. Her?” Mr. Sinclair said.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Nathan. I’ll grow on you. I promise. Before you know it, we’ll be showing each other our tattoos,” Morgan said. “Is there a garbage can here. I need to toss this gum. It tastes like ass.”

“Later, dad. We’re not going to keep doing this. Go bother the other guests.”

Matthew took Morgan’s hand and led her to the bar where they grabbed beers and headed to an outdoor patio.

“You’re fucking great, Morgan,” Matthew whisper-shouted. “Where’ve you been my whole life?”

“I’m glad you’re happy. No offense but your parents are bitches.”

“No offense, taken. They deserve this. Listen, I promise we won’t stay long. They’ll serve dinner, we’ll eat and run.”

“Don’t worry about me. This is fun,” Morgan said, spotting Matthew’s parents spying on them from a house window. “OK, trust me here, just go with this.”

Morgan put her right hand firmly on Matthew’s pants and massaged the fabric covering his cock. She grabbed his ass cheek with her left hand and delivered the trashiest french kiss should could fabricate on a moment’s notice. Satisfied that she had added to his parent’s disapproval, she released him.

“Your parents were watching us. I thought we’d give them a show.”

“Yeah, I’m sure they loved it. I loved it!”

Matthew intentionally sat away from his parents at dinner, hoping to avoid additional confrontation. Then, halfway through the meal …

“Matthew, please tell our friends, our guests, all about your fascinating cooking hobby. Please, share with us.

“My friends, Matthew was destined to be a lawyer but decided instead that he’d build his wealth by cooking for other people.” He chuckled.

Matthew had had enough and was boiling.

“Now, now, Mr. Nathan, that’s uncalled for, don’t you think? I mean, Matthew may not have the wealth that you do, but he’s a nice person and cares about other people, and is respected by other people for being honest and decent … you know, unlike you.”

“How dare you! How dare you … you …” Matthew’s father barked.

“I wasn’t finished, Nate. I just want to tell you that your son is a great person despite you and your cruel wife. And your son is an amazing fuck. Let me tell you. Like, he makes me cum three times in one fuck. If he eats me, too, then shit, I might cum five or six times. No other man can do that to me. He’s special. He’s my sexy Matty.

“Now, I really have to pee. Which way is the little girl’s room?”

The table was silent as Morgan walked casually down the hall, swaying her ass with each step. Matthew’s was angry, dying of laughter inside, and aroused by Morgan — all at once.

His father glared at him from the other end of the table. The other guests slowly returned to eating and talking, pretending all was well.

Matthew excused himself and headed for the kitchen — his mother’s show kitchen, not the one the house staff used to prepare food. He entered the kitchen and stepped through a side door into the hallway, looking for Morgan. Spotting her returning, he waved her in.

“Wow, this is a kitchen? It’s huge,” Morgan exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s mom’s show kitchen. They never use it. I use it when I’m here to hide,” he joked.

“I told you Matthew, that playing this game was going to turn me on, and I’m really attracted to you right now,” Morgan backed Matthew against the massive kitchen island in the center, and returned her hand to his crotch.

She started unzipping his pants when they heard his dad near the kitchen door. “Matthew, are you hiding in here?”

Morgan ducked quickly and sat on the floor next to Matthew, hidden from his father’s view by the island.

Matthew turned to face his father, speaking across the island.

“What dad?”

“Listen, I know we don’t always see eye to eye, but what are you doing with this woman? And when will you quit playing around in kitchens and get a real job?”

Morgan reached up to Matthew’s open zipper and reached inside his pants, and through the opening in his boxers, to find his cock, which was limp.

“You’re impossible, dad. Every time I come home it’s the same thing,” Matthew yelled.

Morgan freed his cock and gently massaged it, luring it to life.

“Uh, uh, I just want you to back off and stop being such a jerk,” Matthew said, peeking at Morgan on the floor below him.

Morgan had removed her cami and skirt, now wearing just her panties. She looked seductively up into his eyes, winked and took his semi-erect penis into her mouth, not breaking eye contact.

“Matthew you’re wasting your life! You have blown every opportunity given to you,” his dad continued.

Matthew’s anger toward his father was quickly overtaken by the pleasure produced by Morgan’s mouth on his cock, which now was fully erect. Morgan licked its length slowly.

Matthew had trouble holding his composure, and leaned over the counter onto his elbows, putting his hands on his face.

“Mathew, Matthew … are you listening to me?”

“Yes, dad … oh, gahhhhd,” Matthew groaned as Morgan took his head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

Matthew’s father continued ranting, and thankfully for Matthew, didn’t stop. Matthew would have had trouble talking as Morgan slowly took his cock deep in her mouth.

Matthew knew he was going to cum — standing right in front of his father.

Morgan took as much of him as she could fit into her mouth without gagging and held it there, running her tongue underneath over and over. His cock didn’t leave her mouth.

And now, he would have to perform, too, to cloak the massive orgasm about to erupt from within.

“…. and I always tell you, Matthew, that you’re never going to amount to anything if ….,” his dad continued.

“Ohhhhhhh, fuhhhhhhck!” Matthew cried out, quickly putting his hands to his face, feigning anger.

“I’m not done, Matthew!” his father roared.

Neither was Matthew, whose cock pulsed with each cum shot into Morgan’s mouth. She greedily swallowed each one, still holding his cock deep in her mouth.

Matthew let his did continue to rant as he regained his senses. Morgan cleaned his cock put her clothes back on. She slowly returned Matthew’s cock to his boxers, and slowly zipped his pants.

Then, Matthew’s father said something that brought their night to an end. Later, even Matthew was surprised by his reaction.

“And, one more thing, Matthew. That woman is nothing but low class garbage. She’s a tramp. She is not of us! Do you understand. I forbid you to continue seeing her. She cannot be part of this family in any way.”

“Sorry dad, but that woman is a better human than you could ever be — even with all the money you have. I’m sorry I brought her here too, but only because of how you all behave. You’re horrible people and you embarrass me. I never want your money. I don’t need it.”

At that, Morgan jumped up, scaring Mr. Sinclair and slightly alarming Matthew. She embraced him, kissed his cheek and said, let’s go home, honey.

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