The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

... fucked our own Dad. I just couldn't believe it.

Diane winced and shot a sidelong glance at me, a very awkward and guilty look on her face.

"What the hell," I said, completely outraged, "You had sex with Dad, Diane?"

Diane winced again and shook her head. "No, Dickie," she said, "Well... yes, but it's not what you think. It only happened one time, one little incident, but Lizzy is crazy, Dickie. It was mostly Dad with her, not me. I was just sort of... there... at the time... but let's not get into that discussion right now. I'll explain all that to you another day, I promise." She turned to face me and folded her arms. "First, we need to discuss why you're spending half my inheritance on all these whores."

Maria said, "I'm not a whore. I'm Dick's secretary."

Diane raised an eyebrow. "So performing sex acts is part of your duties as a secretary? What do you call it, filing penises in the right folder? Is he paying you to have sex or not?"

Maria shrugged, but reluctantly nodded.

"Then you're a whore, Sweetheart. Plain and simple." Diane looked at me. "How much are you paying these whores, Dickie?"

"Well, it's a long story, Diane."

"I think we have time. You cut the orgie short. We're all here..." she looked more intently at my face. "There aren't any other whores are there?" I shook my head.

"Good," Diane said, yanking her shoulder bag off her shoulder, opening it and pulling a notepad and pen out of it. "Then let's use this space for what Dad ...

... intended and have ourselves a conference. Everyone grab a seat. I have a lot of questions."

I told Diane about everything, from basic details I learned about our factory since I took over, all the way through to my personal life and my plans to start a cum swallowing sex club in that old, dilapidated barn on our factory grounds.

As we got into my deal with the girls, Diane seemed to become agitated. "Three hundred and fifty bucks a day each?" She said, sounding alarmed.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"And that includes...?"

"Anything I want them to do for three hours."

"I see," Diane said, nodding. She sat up in her chair. "I've heard enough, Bro. You are done running this business. As of this minute I am taking over."

Scowling, I shook my head and said, "Fuck that! There is no way I'm letting you take over this factory."

Diane laughed. "You can keep the factory, Dick. I'm taking over the Barn Swallow Sex Club. You have no idea what a fucking goldmine you've started here, do you?"

I shook my head, not sure of what I had just heard from my little sister.

"Well," she said, "I have a Bachelors in Business, big brother, and I see the potential here even if you're clueless. You can charge a man, especially a rich man, up to five hundred dollars to have a girl swallow his cum. Trust me. I know that for a fact. Anyway, you have three willing cum dumpsters and the potential for up to six hundred paying clients a day if you did things right. The math on this is through ...