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carrington_atlantic) wrote2017-11-01 04:35 pm
carrington_atlantic) wrote2017-11-01 04:35 pm
Family Business [for justlikejezebel]
If you did just about anything today, like charge your phone, ride an elevator, drive your car-- chances are, Carrington Atlantic had something to do with it.
Small companies become large companies, which become corporations and conglomerates, which can become empires. Blake Carrington stands atop one of those empires, controlling massive amounts of the energy produced, transported, and utilized in North America. And like anyone who rises to such heights, there have been people that Blake has had to leave behind. Sometimes, it's been by his own choice, and sometimes not.
Devon's mother actually falls under both categories. A minor affair from Blake's younger days produced a beautiful daughter, and for the first several years of Devon's life, she was thoroughly spoiled and doted on by her wealthy father, even if her mother wanted as little to do with the Carringtons and their empire as possible. Mother and daughter moved across the country without warning, essentially vanishing overnight, and cut all ties until Devon arrived on Blake's doorstep, now a beautiful girl in the bloom of her teens, to let him know that she would be living with him now.
Blake had been overjoyed. Devon had always been Daddy's girl before, and there seemed to be no changing that now. Even when that soon came to mean so much more.
Six in the evening at the Carrington estate, and Blake his tapping away at the laptop on his massive desk in his home office. The door swings open, and before he can look up, he hears it close and lock. A smile breaks wide across his face when he sees it's Devon, just returned from school.
Small companies become large companies, which become corporations and conglomerates, which can become empires. Blake Carrington stands atop one of those empires, controlling massive amounts of the energy produced, transported, and utilized in North America. And like anyone who rises to such heights, there have been people that Blake has had to leave behind. Sometimes, it's been by his own choice, and sometimes not.
Devon's mother actually falls under both categories. A minor affair from Blake's younger days produced a beautiful daughter, and for the first several years of Devon's life, she was thoroughly spoiled and doted on by her wealthy father, even if her mother wanted as little to do with the Carringtons and their empire as possible. Mother and daughter moved across the country without warning, essentially vanishing overnight, and cut all ties until Devon arrived on Blake's doorstep, now a beautiful girl in the bloom of her teens, to let him know that she would be living with him now.
Blake had been overjoyed. Devon had always been Daddy's girl before, and there seemed to be no changing that now. Even when that soon came to mean so much more.
Six in the evening at the Carrington estate, and Blake his tapping away at the laptop on his massive desk in his home office. The door swings open, and before he can look up, he hears it close and lock. A smile breaks wide across his face when he sees it's Devon, just returned from school.
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Blake watched with rapt attention as his little girl did as she was told, mauling her perfect breasts for his viewing pleasure, the sight making his rock hard shaft twitch inside her pussy. A moment later, she improvised the show, expensively manicured fingers drawing tiny, quick circles around her clit. He felt the telltale throb of her walls around his shaft, and a moment later, his darling daughter was cumming hard around his cock.
"That's it... that's my girl, that's it baby... come for Daddy, show me what a good little girl you are..."
He pumped feverishly, knowing that the edge was rushing up soon for him, as well.