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Georgia on My Mind

It was a hot day in Atlanta; one in a string of hot days welcoming this transplanted Idahoan. When my boss told me about this “amazing opportunity” to lead a new branch of our company, I had no idea it was in the Deep South or that I was moving at the beginning of the hottest summer in record.

Settling into my fabulous apartment (thank god for air conditioning), and working age new office, I had not had any opportunity for any social life. On a humdrum Thursday, with the news declaring a rising heatwave and possible power outages, I took a call from my boss. He was “stuck in Maui”, on business— I’m sure — but he had agreed to attend some big party at some other rich guy’s two level apartment (basically the top two floors of an amazing building). Telling me how important it was that someone from the company to appear, me figuring he's about to order me to pick up some VP from the airport, he shocks me by saying that I will be going, and that the party was tomorrow.

I won't say that I have never been to a fancy party; as an investment banker im seemingly always at some soiree or another. But this was the first time I'd ever been to a REAL rich person's party. At home that night I opened my tux bag to a horrendous smell. in transport, a w of my boxes and luggage got splashed. Upon arrival I had opened all of those boxes, not realizing my tux bag had been hit. A month later, having sat in my unairconditioned storage unit, I needed a good cleaner!

Checking with the door man (yeah, I lived in a nice building for the first time!) he suggested a cleaner down the street which was open 24 hours. After a fairly frantic conversation, the worker told me they could have it ready by noon tomorrow.

the next day, having picked up my tux, and left a very negative review of my movers, I was in my vintage 69 chevy convertible, which I had restored in Boise over the course of a few years. I had it moved to Atlanta so it would remain in good condition. I gave a key to a vallet (first time I had been to a party with a vallet), and was shown inside to an elevator. I ascended to the top floor with an older man in a nice tux, and his date (I assume), a gorgeous brunette.

During the course of my career I , of course, had my share of beautiful girls at fancy parties, but this was the first time I was greeted by a super-model-level girl and a table full of caviar and all the fixin’s. The next table was full of dom perignon by the glass. Ahead of me was maybe the best-dressed group I had ever been in the middle of.

From my time in town, I had not had coffee with a girl, much less a date. But here I was, one of the youngest men here, in the middle of a sea of beautiful women, aged (I’m guessing) 19-45. Beautiful boobs, luscious legs, and booties that were truly exceptional.

Working my way across the room, talking to, frankly, old men and their gorgeous… we’ll say wives… this was the crust of Atlanta’s business world. But most were over 40. I was 29, having risen quickly in a newer firm. Making my way to the other end of the room, I encounter a drop-dead beautiful girl. No man on her arm, and a body that … sweet Jesus, that body! I approach her with a casual greeting. We start a light conversation. Eventually one of my joke attempts lands, and she giggles and offers her hand.

Working on pure reflexes in this very fancy scene, I take her hand and kiss it.

“Andrew James” I offer, to which she replies “Brittany Beauregard “. Her accent was soft, he locks the most golden blonde I have ever seen. Her light blue eyes twinkling in the light we continued our conversation while sitting near the outside of the party.

“Why is it that the most beautiful woman at this party was sitting by herself in this…?

“This loud, over-indulgent, and wasteful spectacle?” She shot back. “Didn’t you hear my name? Beauregard.”

I searched my memory, the details of my, very short, call from my boss coming back to me. “OH! THAT Beauregard! Sorry, I’m new in town.”

“Yes, THAT Beauregard.” She said coolly. “My dad is the biggest thing in banking in the south. And he always makes it clear that no man here is supposed to approach me to do more than shake my hand.” I sensed some tears at the end.

“Well,” I said a bit nervously, “can I offer you my handkerchief” extending a bright white and never used hanky to her beautiful face.

She smiled and accepted. Chuckling lightly, she said “let’s hope you have not signed your death warrant.”

We both chuckled and continued our conversation, me falling deeper in love with this beautiful 20 year old woman. She was not only beautiful, but fabulously intelligent. She was a student at a local college, studying history and political science. It seems that her father required she be present at all of his parties, but had also told the men attending that they were to only talk with her briefly before moving on.

“I often don’t mind it — so many of these men are old and not at all charming. But every now and then” she touches my arm “I meet a man who is so charming” her hand is now on my cheek; “I want to kiss him” she leans forward as our lips meet for a lengthy kiss —timid yet eager— “but I’ve never relented until now.”

“Thank you.” I sort of stumbled, frankly amazed and indescribably grateful for what just happened. “That was an amazing kiss… and knowing that I’m your first… I mean…”

“Settle there, turbo. “ she chuckled. “I said you’re my first kiss at one of these awful parties. When away from the morality police I have kissed a few guys, until they find out who my daddy is.”

“Well,” I said, “I can’t be scared away that easily.” As I leaned in for another kiss. But at the crescendo of what would have been a fortissimo of a kiss, the beautiful object of my affections suddenly gasped and and cowered.

“What is goin’ on here?!” A red faced and grandly dressed man in his mid fifties approached us.

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” i heard a small gasp from I was sure this was her powerful father, but I could blame being the new guy in town. “ and who are you to interrupt a private moment between two people?” What the hell? In for a penny, in for a pound. I would not normally be so bold before the richest guy in the area, and someone whom my boss had instructed me to cultivate a relationship with. I guess this was one way

Taken aback, momentarily, the southern king of banking softly whispered in my ear “you’re drinkin’ my champagne.” He took half a step, figuring I was going to flee.

“Oh! Mr Perignon! This is such an honor! I just love your bubbly! I never knew you were from Atlanta!” I smiled at him broadly, extending my arm.

Not softening, he growled, “ you know damned well who I am, boy, and you know who she is!”

Throughout this confrontation, Brittany had kept her hand in mine.

“Her name is Brittany and we were having a lovely time until you came over.”

I’m expecting to be punched and hauled out of the party, blackballed from the banking community for life. So I was surprised to hear hearty laughing. The previously angry gentleman walked up and extended his hand. “Leigh Beauregard” his handshake was very firm.

“A pleasure, sir. Andrew James. I’m the head of the new branch of Western Financial in town.”

As he and I talked, Brittany’s hand remained in my left hand. I could feel her tremble a bit while her father was angry, and she seemed to relax after the laugh.

“And what are your plans with my Brittany?” He asked, once we’d basically compared business dicks.

“Well,” I said, trying to seem serious but a bit lightheaded. “This party is fabulous, but Brittany seems a little overwhelmed by everything. I thought I might take her for a milkshake at this great little place I know.”

At this, Brittany came to life, I think sensing that I did not know any ice cream places anywhere in the vicinity. “Dolly’s! Oh please daddy!”

“Awww… how can I say no to those beautiful eyes? You take good care of her now. Have her home…”

“At a gentlemanly hour, of course.” I completed his sentence. He shook my hand, pulling me close “Andrew, that girl there, she’s my everything. I’d give up all of this in a moment if it meant she would be happy for the rest of her life. I sense something special about you, Andrew. And I am trusting you will not hurt her. Is that understood?”

I gave his hand one final pump. “Absolutely, sir.” Looking nearby where four beautiful girls waited for him; “Don’t you have too much fun here!”

“Hazard of the business, son.” He quietly chuckled, efore pulling back a few steps. “I like this one Brittany!” Before pulling her in for a fatherly hug. Don’t stay out too late now, you two.

Brittany tugged at my arm and practically dragged me to the elevator. Once inside, she instantly turned grabbed me into a passionate long kiss. Her beautiful giant breasts were rubbing against me, and her right hand rubbed at my rapidly hardening cock. “Oooh! I like.” As her rubbing intensified I turned my attention to her glorious ass.

Suddenly the door opened, and we quickly separated. The attendant asked for my card. After a moment I found it, and the young man sprinted away.

“You were a little distracted there,” Brittany said slyly; her beautiful blue eyes twinkling. “I’m really looking forward to tasting a, big, iced cream cone.” This comment hung in the air as my car arrived. “This is a beautiful car, do you mind putting the roof up?

I pushed the button to raise the roof, a little extra I had installed.

“You afraid of a chill?” I asked as we drove away.

“The opposite!” We pulled up at a stop sign and she kissed me deeply. “I don’t want an audience for this.”

And with that she reached over, unzipped my panda, and got out my cock, which was still fairly hard from the elevator. “Oh god! The preview did not do you justice!” And with that her head went into my lap.

Her tongue was soft, so warm, and very satisfying. She knew how to keep her teeth out of the way. I was in absolute heaven, and soon it was all I could do to maintain control of the car. Soon her intensity declined. I couldn’t believe this golden-haired goddess had her head in my lap.

“Need me to slow down a bit?” She asked, her hand slowly stroking.

“If we don’t want an accident.” I replied, my face a bit sweaty.

“Don’t worry, stud,” she replied, seductively, her head returning to the passenger seat. “We can’t have you cumming until that big dick is pistoning in and out of my little pussy.”

After a brief pause, as my brain caught up to this goddess talking about our physical union, figuring she meant after marriage or something,I responded.

“Where are we going? I want to find this ice cream shop shop!”

“Oh, sweetie. We’re not going to any creamery. We’re going to your place… so it might involve some… cream.” She continued to slowly stroke my dick. “You want to feel what’s waiting for you?”

With that she grabbed by hand and led it to her skirt. Finding a g string, she moved it to the side, allowing my hand to roam. I found her clit after a few moment. I felt her whole body tense and then release a couple seconds later. After a few of these, her moaning and panting, she grabbed my wrist.

“No good?” I asked slyly, as she recovered herself.

“Oh no, baby.” I just don’t want to cum until I’m mounted on that magnificent dick.” She purred.

I was already breaking traffic laws, as my foot pressed further on the accelerator.

“I don’t understand,” I said. “How am I going to get you home at a gentlemanly hour if we’re going to my place. Won’t your father be mad?”

“Leave that to me. I don’t actually live with him. I have my own place, so he’ll never know.”

My foot again nudged the accelerator, as she snuggled against me, periodically stroking my still hard dick. Soon I pulled into my parking spot. Brittany reluctantly released her grip and started straightening up. In the elevator was a repeat of her father’s building. Soon we were in my nice, but poor to contrast her father’s, apartment.

“This is beautiful,” she walked in, letting her hair flow down.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked, playing host but feeling awkward.

“Double vodka.” She replied, as I saw her remove her shoes.

I poured. “This is a pretty strong drink.” As I handed it to her she was fiddling with her dress.

“Well, it will help steady my nerves a bit.”

“Why do you need to steady your nerves? It’s not like… wait… is this your first time?

She blushed anc took a step back. “Yes.”

What followed was a brief pause. “Sure I’ve kissed and groped other guys, but we never actually… closed the deal.”

I was a bit stunned, but quickly sat. “Come here sweetie.” She tentatively sat next to me. “If you don’t want to do this, it’s ok. I can drive you home if you want (I had not sipped my drink yet). I just want you to feel safe and…” she interrupted me with a kiss.

We broke as she said “no, that’s the thing. I DO feel safe with you. All those other guys, I… it just wasn’t right! I have never felt what I feel for you. Hell, we met a couple hours ago, and I’m here at your house. We would not be here if I didn’t want this. I just need a minute.

Another pause as I moved next to her on the couch. She wrapped her arms against me, like if she let go I would fly away.

“You still processing?” I asked as her head came off my shoulder.

“No, I’m now worried that I put too much out there, and you’re going to think I’m crazy and you’re going to head for the door.” She stopped speaking and just looked at me, her beautiful blue eyes asking me if I was a real, honest, man who would not hurt her. If I loved her enough to stay. Searching my soul to verify that my soul matched hers.”

“Well,” I replied as I wrapped my arms around her, in a tight embrace, before relaxing to look into her eyes. “We’ve known each other about 3 and a half hours, and I can honestly say, I have never ever felt like this for any girl. After a first date I usually feel flat. I don’t want to see most of those girls again. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been intimate with other girls —I was even once engaged — but after about 5 minutes I knew you were special. Special enough to go toe to toe with the biggest name in southern banking and saying “to hell with my job” just for the chance that you might like me. That maybe we could just have that night to remember. That even if you might walk away because I’m too northern, too conceited, not high bred enough for a girl as perfect as you. Just a farmer’s son from rural Idaho. But even the fact that we had that first kiss, I could die a happy man. Baby, I’m in this for the long haul, and I will love you until my heart expires.”

I smiled a little as she processed everything, but then she said “wait a minute, sweetie… did you just say what I think you said? Did you say that…”

“Yes, Brittany, despite the short time we’ve known each other, and everything else, I, love, you. I love you, Brittany, Isabelle, “that Beauregard”.

She stood there, maybe stunned, me thinking my huge speech was too much, that she was mentally finding her shoes while coming up with a reason to bolt from this crazy yankee. Surely she could do better.

But just as I was about to come up with small talk about the night sky, she looked up at me, her beautiful smile on full and her eyes a bit teary, but sparkling like sapphires. “I… love you too.”

She moved to me and our lips met. It started as just joyous and grateful from both sides, but soon it was growing more passionate. We seemed melded together as she began unbuttoning my top and removing my bow tie. I started untying her top, for the first time feeling her smooth torso skin. So warm, feeling flawless. As we parted for a moment I took her hand and began to lead her to the bedroom. I could feel a slight shiver from her as we entered my bedroom.

“Can I stay the night, love?” She asked meekly .

I kissed her hand gently and replied. “My love, you can stay all night and forever if you will love me.”

“Deal” she grinned as her dress fell.

She was a vision. That golden hair and plump red lips. Her more than ample bosom, and flawless skin. I was drooling. Then she took off her thigh-high stockings (oh my god! How sexy!).

“You’re behind, baby.” Looking at me, still mostly clothed, “hurry up!”

I cannot tell you how fast I began to undress. My abs and arms were looking pretty god for the amount of takeout I had eaten since coming to town,but it was when I dropped my pants that I heard a small gasp.

“Oh. My. God!” She was shirt of breath. “I knew you were big, but I really didn’t comprehend.” She walked up to me, naked except for her bra and g string. She began to fondle my thick long dick, and my weighty balls.

“Andrew,” she said, looking me direct in the eyes (even though she was a good 6 inches shorter than me). “You had better be my first and last lover, because if we part I would never be satisfied by another man. I’d have to go lesbian!”

“Only if you will be my last lover.” And with that I took her in my arms, carrying her to my king-sized bed. I kissed her as I laid her down. She was positively radiating sexual energy. I broke our oral embrace, kissing her ears, neck, chest, breasts (I’ll admit I spent a while there after removing her sexy bra), her belly and sides, and then continued below. I worshipped down one leg (savoring each toe), and the same treatment up the other leg. Finally I arrived at my real target, her beautiful, bare, dripping pussy. I felt like a pilgrim who has reached the promised land. I started to work my hands inside the band of her g sting. She was meaning and gyrating on the bed. As I pulled the leg holes from her legs I started to expose her glorious wet and tight pussy. As it became exposed I started to use my tongue to worship this goddess. Further and further the g string exposed her glorious pussy. I found her clit again and she began to loudly moan. Her body was moving and gyrating, her soft, sexy, (and very strong) hands grabbed my hair, forcing my dace into her hairless cunt.

She was honey sweet, and soon she was screaming into orgasm. As she finished, my hands laid on her head. I think she had passed out for a bit, but soon awakened. Bringing my head to hers she softly began kissing me, quickly growing in intensity. Her hand found my still hard cock and began to run its full length. Every so often she would fondle and squeeze my balls. “So full for me, baby.” she purred. She started to push me onto my back, then with her hand still stroking, she swaddled me, starting to ease her hit tight pussy onto my dick. I could tell she struggled a bit, but she never stopped.

At halfway I said “baby, you don’t have to go down all the way.” She interrupted me.

“Yes I do. I need you fully inside of me.” Her blonde mane moving all around. “Only then will we be truly one. I need you to own me fully. Tonight I want your god cock in all my holes. We’ve nearly completed two (as her vice tight pussy gave way through her hyman , bottoming out. )”

“YESSS” she let out, followed by a big moan. She starte very slowly rising up and down while we furiously made out. After a few moments I was close. “Did you mean what you said, baby?” She cocked her head slightly. “Did you mean that you wanted me to “own” you fully?

“Yes baby yes! Oh my god! Please do it!”

I began to roll her over, still making out. Once she was finally on her back I moved on top of her.

“If you really want me to own you? You realize I will never ever release you? Once I fully take your pussy pussy there is no stopping my assault on your ass. And after that, I’m never letting you go.”

Her eyes were wide for a moment before she said, “oh! You god of a man. If this means I’m yours forever and we get to worship each other’s bodies forever, then you make me yours! I already will never leave you, my love, my god!

And with that I was absolutely 150% steel hard. I kissed her deep and grabbed her hand. As I re entered my forever girl, I was a little slow until certain I was bottoming out in her pussy. When I reached the bottom I looked in her eyes, that were blazing with lust. “Should I stop and get a condom?”

To which she replied, “Gods don’t wear condoms. I’m ready for whatever comes, but I need your cum in this pussy.”

At that, I withdrew and then deeply and forcefully plowed into her cunt. “Fuuuuuuck YES! Do it! Fucking take me!”

I continued plowing into her, after a deep, passionate, frenzied kiss, I stayed close to her face, asking, “I’m about to cum in you, babygirl — my goddess — and you know I’m not protected. Do you really want my cum in you? I’m probably going to knock you up! Is that what you want? If I’m going to own you, I’m going to own your fertile little pussy. Do you consent?”

She leg out a long deep moan. “Ahhhhh fuck yes, my master! Put your babies in me! I want to give you so fucking many babies! We’re going to need a huge house for our brood of babies! Fucking knock me up, daddy!! Knock! Me! Uuuuuuup! And cried out a sound that was so loud and animal that I was taken over the edge. I let out a growl so feral that I was sure she would recoil, but the look in her eyes was as frenzied as mine. Shortly after she started cumming I did too.

We howled in near unison as my boiling hot seed penetrated her depths. We continued to howl. I’m sure my neighbors (an elderly couple, deeply southern Baptist) had to hear us. But I did not care.

As we came down from our frenzied love-making, she relaxed and sighed. I looked at her, her eyes meeting mine in pure love and still a bit of that animal lust.

“Any regrets?” I asked. I certainly had none so far, but I hoped that I did not go to far for her.

“Only that it seems we won’t get to my ass tonight!”

“Do you need a rest?” Her face now displaying a bit of competitiveness.

She shof back, “You don’t?. That was quite the performance. I figured you’d be exhausted”, she winked at me and I felt my passion rising.

“Fuck no! I’m ready when you are, my goddess!”

She grabbed my hardening dick. “Mmmm. Indeed you are!”

As we began again making out, I again asked about the possibility of my impregnating her.

You are the most trustworthy, passionate, incredible man I have ever met. Believe me, I may not have a lot of experience, I have been on dates. I have been hurt by guys. But I can see in your eyes and your actions you would never hurt me, and I know that you would be an excellent dad. I really hope you want this, because I have picked you to me my husband, partner, confidant, and the father of my babies.”

“I hope you’re ready, because I’m not going to stop until you are overflowing with my cum and pregnant with 2 or 3 of our kids. I lost my parents when I was 19. I always wanted a big family and a big house to raise them in.”

“Oh my goodness, that’s exactly what I want! I want a big house in the country or suburbs, and a bunch of kids running around with me being a mom.”

“Can I ask you something, my love?” As I caressed her enormous breast.

“Anything, Daddy.” She was stroking my cock and grinning.

I drew in my breath And began, “I know this is crazy. I’m not a rich guy from a cultured family. My parents were farmers who died in a plane crash. I’ve had a number of relationships, but none of them felt like family. None of them struck me as home. With you I felt that comfort immediately. You’re the only one I want to have children with, and be with forever. So Brittany, will you marry me?”

“Oh wow. Yes, Andrew. Forever yes”

We kissed passionately, and she started stroking my resureecting phallis. She began to pull me back over her. “What about your ass,” I asked.

That can wait, Daddy. We need to. E sure I’m good and pregnant before all of that.

And with that we commenced love-making all night. I was exhausted by daylight. We passed out holding each other.

I had gone to that party a very single banker, and woke up engaged to a beautiful woman, with my seed in her womb and actively trying to conceive.

We slept until afternoon. I made scrambled eggs and toast, and then we went and added some more soerm to her baby factory, before taking her to her place.

On Sunday she was busy. We had a call Sunday evening, making plans to see her Monday evening.

Monday morning I hit a call from a polite woman, asking me to meet her boss for lunch. I was not super interested, but this mysterious man insisted on paying. What the hell, I thought!

End of part 1

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