Mackenzie Grierson - Sex Stories

Mackenzie Grierson

... want me to go down on you?” I whispered.

“Have you gone down on a woman before?” she asked.

“No, but I want to please you, make you cum.”

“You’re talking like your dad.”

“I’m glad.”

“Would my pussy turn you on?”

“You’re an attractive woman, Farah, so it wouldn’t repulse me. But it wouldn’t turn me on, either.”

“Then no, Mack, I don’t want you to.” She put her fingers in my hair, drew me up to my feet, and kissed me on the lips before whispering, “You’re stunning, Mack, a girl just turning into a woman. You have your father’s animal magnetism. All men and many women will be drawn to you, they won’t be able to resist you. So you must be careful and choosy when deciding who to let into your bed.”

Darius was done and fell asleep. Farah returned him to his crib, and came back, plumping her breasts into the cups of her bra.

“Don’t rebutton your blouse,” I said. “You’re incredibly sexy with your bra uncovered like that. I like looking at you.”

“All women like looking at other women,” she replied, leaving her blouse hanging open.

*

“Let’s go on,” said Farah, after she reseated herself. “Jack’s father was Sergeant Henry Grierson, he’d qualified as a Ranger, but was serving in a special NATO unit based in England. That’s where he met Jack’s mother, Lady Amanda de Waynflete-Beaumont, the daughter of Lord de Waynflete, the 12th Earl of Beaumont.”

“Wait, Jack’s mom – my grandmom – was a –”

“Not was, is. She’s very much alive. She’s married to ...

... the Duke of Airor. Your grandmother is a duchess.”

“Fuck!” It escaped me before I could stop myself. “Oh, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s quite understandable,” said Farah with a smile.

“How did Jack’s dad –”

“Long story but can be told very simply. In England, Henry Grierson participated in some joint exercises with the British Coldstream Guards regiment. Amanda’s younger brother, Edward de Waynflete-Beaumont, was a young subaltern in the unit – it’s famous for being chockful of British aristocrats. Henry led a crucial surprise attack that outflanked the British and the Americans won the mock battle. Edward took it badly and accused Henry of using unfair tactics. There was some pushing and shoving that led to a fight. It was a fair fight, but one-sided. Edward was no match for Henry and was thrashed.”

“That couldn’t end well,” I said.

“Of course, not. In addition to being an officer, Edward was extremely well-connected. Henry Grierson was a nobody and striking an officer was a major issue. The American military was going to break Henry, put him in the brig, and throw away the key. But Edward persuaded them to let him off on the condition that he apologized. Henry refused.”

“How do you know this?”

“I talked to some British celebrity press people, and they gave me leads to reporters that covered the story at the time. I also got several photos of Henry Grierson from American military records.” Farah drank the last of her tea and looked out the ...