The Founding Father Ch. 04

Over the next couple of months, anyone working at the Fairfax mansion was up to their neck in work.

Several videos had to be finished for production and John was also handling a lot of the PR chores.

Everyone was pressed for time.

On his way back to his office one day, Katherine beckoned John from the powder room, insisting he just come right in.

When he did so, he was startled to see Katherine there brushing her hair in the mirror, wearing stonewash jeans but with no top. Only a tight-fitting, periwinkle-blue bra kept John from seeing the massive breasts he had heard much about.

"Don't mind me, hon," she said in an easy-going tone.

She continued to brush her hair, glancing over at him every now and again.

'Jesus Christ, they're huge,' John thought to himself. 'Is she doing this just to torture me? If so...I kinda like it...'

"Hon, I am in such a rush and I saw you walking by...I have a stack of envelopes I need you to mail, and...do you have a minute, hon?" she asked.

"Sure, Kat, I have time," he lied.

He had a million tasks to do and Kat's letters made it a million and one. But he was taking it in stride.

Kat finally put on a Duran Duran t-shirt and faced John.

"When...is your lease up?" she asked him when finding the right words - it was one of those days when everybody was so frazzled and overworked, sentences were tough to put together.

"Uh...," he pondered.

"I'm asking, John, because I wanted to know how you would feel about moving in here," she said gently.

'Uh, fucking love it?!' John thought to himself.

But he didn't want to seem overeager.

"Uh, sure," he said.

"I just think it would be easier, hon. We love you, and this way you're not commuting back and forth. If we need you to stay late - not that I intend to keep you a lot of late nights - but in a jam, you don't have to worry about driving home," she went on. "Your schedule would be a lot more flexible..."

"Great. What would you want from me for rent?" he asked.

She looked at him blankly for a second.

"Oh, hon," she waved at him. "Free room and board without question."

"Seriously, Kat?" he asked, stunned at her generosity.

"Oh, please, hon, it's the least we can do. It's

our reward to you for putting up with us 24-7," she laughed.

"Kat, that's...that's incredible, thank you," he replied.

"Thank you, hon," she insisted.

John had basically been given a huge raise, given that he wouldn't have to fork over $500 a month for rent anymore for his one-bedroom place over in Killington, and all of his food would also be taken care of.

He figured there might be a bit more asked of him in regards to work, but he didn't mind.

"If it's no trouble, hon," Kat insisted. "You could help us out every morning with sorting the mail, vacuuming the heavily-trafficked rooms, and hon, it would be a huge favor if you could take Abraham to and from work every day?"

"Yeah, su - "

"Well I don't mean everyday, hon, just Monday through Friday," she said.

"Su- "

"Oh, hon, I mean, sorry. Monday through Thursday and then on Sunday," she corrected herself.

"That's cool, Kat," he said easily.

"Poor thing, he usually has to get a ride from somebody at the alley because we're swamped here, but this will be sooooooo much better for him if knows he can depend on you," she said.

John nodded assuredly.

"And be his bowling buddy a few days a week, hon? He's there practicing all by himself and he definitely enjoys the company so..."

"Sure, Kat, Abraham's a cool guy," John smiled.

"Great. Oh that'll be such a big help. He has a tournament coming up in Boston next month and usually we all go up but I don't know if we'll have time to go up...anyhow, if you could mail those letters, hon, find out about your lease, let me know, and we'll go from there?"

"Will do, Kat," he said.

"Hey, did you catch that Whalers game last night? Is that what they're called?" she asked, tugging her tight tee into place.

"Oh, yeah, love hockey. The Whalers beat the Canucks," he told her.

"I saw. Canuck, that's a name for ya," she laughed.

John was looking forward to having Kat as a housemate.

***********

Free time and work time seemed to blend together now.

John was always at the mansion, and he loved it.

One of his oddest chores came one afternoon, when he had to chase a dozen or so wild turkeys off the property.

He couldn't blame them for wanting to visit.

************

"John, in addition to all of your duties, I have one more for ya," Kat began, the two sipping iced tea together in the kitchen.

"But this is a fun one, I promise," she insisted with a smile.

He eagerly awaited her request.

"CFNM Games I," she began, causing John to immediately perk up.

"Now this is a topic we haven't visited in some time because things have been so hectic," she said, rising from the table, once again showing her wonderful figure and confident stride.

"Lucious Entertainment wants us to do a promo," she said. "Just kind of a two- or three-minute snipit to run before one of their other features."

Seemed easy. John wondered how he figured in.

"How would you...," she began slowly, sitting back down at the table, munching on lightly-buttered rye toast, "like to be our model for it?"

John was immediately intrigued. And excited.

"I'd love to," he insisted.

"Now, John, would you mind going nude for it?" she asked delicately.

The question itself excited John. His answer - yes - came with even more excitement.

"Yes, you would mind?" she asked, wanting to clarify.

"Oh, no-no-no. No, I wouldn't mind. I'd love to do it," he stressed.

"Okay, great!" she said joyously.

He was startled and excited all at the same time.

"And besides, hon, I've seen you," she comforted him, referencing the night she walked in on his 'fun time.' "And, well, the girls...they're gonna see you eventually anyway," she said, kind of in a taunting fashion.

"Got that right," he laughed, thinking ahead to the Games themselves.

"I'll give Barbara Clairborne, their photographer AND videographer, a call. She'll be thrilled," Kat said with a growing smile.

***********

It wasn't John who was fidgety before the promo.

It was the girls.

Arguing about - of all things - what to wear.

It just seemed to underscore the tremendous contrast in dress code for he and them.

They eventually decided to go with one-piece swimsuits.

And John, of course, wore just boxer shorts and socks, and those were eventually about to be discarded all together.

"John, you might as well get ready," Kat said as Barbara loaded up the film in her camera, on this gorgeous, sunny day by the Fairfax pool.

John's full nudity was met with some giggles and smiles, but nothing too overbearing.

The girls seemed to be at ease with it.

John already liked Barbara. She was a chunky brunette with wonderfully-sexy thunder thighs and a tremendous amount of gusto and energy.

"Now, Barb, lemme ask you. Do you shoot a lot of CFNM events?" Kat asked curiously.

"Not too, too many. But the ones I do are pretty epic," she smiled.

"Since there's not too many of them, they tend to draw from all over?" Kat followed up.

"Exactly," Sue said as she had finished getting her trusty camera ready and was prepared to shoot.

"The reason I'm asking is we plan to make this an annual event," Kat said, exciting John to no end. "So we just wanna get an idea of how to properly allow it to grow from year to year."

Sue gestured for the girls and John to stand by the pool, all the while giving Kat some advice on her plans.

Seeing the three girls and Kat in sexy swimsuits, while noticing their casual glances at his exposed penis, was too much for John.

Unable to control his excitement, John quickly grew.

His extended state was met with jovial laughter.

"Do you want him with a full erection?" Kat asked teasingly, nevertheless with some seriousness to her question.

"No, I don't," Barbara insisted. "It's okay, John. But why don't you...try to settle down a bit."

Now waiting for his erection to subside, this only brought more attention to his member.

Mary Ellen, Sue and Paige all stared intently. Kat, too, was watching with anticipation.

"I feel like we're waiting for toast to come out of the toaster," Sue laughed.

"Yeah, it's like, if you keep watching...nothing's gonna happen," Paige chimed in.

"Okay, nobody look at his dick," Mary Ellen said jokingly.

"Barb, tell me. What should be the plan as far as the men's clothes?" Kat asked, also trying to sway the attention away from John's unrelenting boner.

Barbara was confused by her question.

"The clothes. At the event. Once they get undressed..."

"Oh, where to put them?" Barbara clarified.

"Yes! Is it...should we have like a coat check system or something like that?" Kat questioned with a smile.

"That would work," John offered. "The guys strip, hand in their clothes, get a chip with a number on it. All of the clothes are put in one of the rooms upstairs."

"I like your way of thinking, John," Kat said.

"You volunteering to be the guy that takes the clothes?" Sue kidded.

"We're gonna put ya to work, John boy," Mary Ellen taunted.

John, Barbara noticed, was still at full mast.

Now it became a point of admiration rather than amusement.

"John, that is impressive," Kat marveled.

"His cock refuses to cooperate," commented the well-endowed Paige.

Barbara even suggested John jump in the pool. The water was just cold enough to bring his erection down to size.

Finally, the photographs could commence.

Barbara shot John in a variety of poses, then slowly worked in the girls.

"Okay, now I want girl, John, girl. So...why don't Paige and Mary Ellen? You two stand on each side of John," Barbara instructed. "I want to kind of...emphasize the contrast - the girls in swimsuits set against John's full nudity..."

It sounded as if she was describing a beautiful landcape...

"And girls? Kind of look down at his dick," Barbara said so easily, "and smile, giggle. And John, maybe try putting your hands on hour hips, thrust out just a bit - that's it. Don't be afraid to overemphasize your cock..."

John didn't know how long he'd be able to stay flaccid. He was already at a semi-erect state.

"John, your dick is perfect right now," Barbara raved, the camera clicking away. "We don't want you totally hard yet, but it's at a nice, ample state..."

John saw the nice, big bosoms of Paige and Mary Ellen, pushing their swimsuits out to the limit. It was torture keeping his penis from growing to its fullest capacity.

Click, click-click-click, click...

The camera was busy.

Kat sat poolside, relaxing in a beach chair with her amazing legs crossed. She lightly tapped her foot, enjoying the show.

"Okay...now," Barbara said. "This is the grand finale to our promo. I'm gonna need, er, a hand..."

Sue volunteered, since, after all, she had been idle for the past 10 minutes or so.

"Great, Sue," Barbara said. "Would you be comfortable...bringing John to a climax?"

"Sure," Sue responded without hesitation.

The girls and Kat looked around at each other, as if this part of the shoot had been previously discussed.

To John, it was a wonderful surprise.

"Is that something you're okay with, John?" Barbara asked, practically rhetorically.

"Is it okay if I jerk you off, John?" kidded Sue.

She hopped over to John with excitement, She immediately went to work on his shaft, stroking up and down with earnest.

"You do have a nice cock," she openly commented.

"Thank you," he managed to say, as her strokes did wonders.

"Nice and long...and FAT!" she gushed.

John lasted as long as he could. In this case, it was about five minutes.

The photos, the talk, and not least of all Sue's relentless tugs of his prick, brought John to a wonderful, fruitful climax.

"Woo-wee, John," Kat marveled as a tremendous spurt - a rope - of John's pent-up seed shot majestically into the swimming pool.

The girls laughed as it splashed down into the still waters.

Sue just kept stroking and stroking to bring forth more spurts, more ropes.

"Wah-how, John, jeez," Mary Ellen said in awe.

Sue kept stroking long after John's cock had relinquished its final bit of warm ejaculate. She was so proud of her handiwork.

"John is that normal for you? To shoot THAT much?" asked an intrigued Mary Ellen.

"Uh...," he stammered.

"John," Kat said softly, having arisen from her chair, now walking over to her devoted employee. "Was it all the talk about CFNM?"

Just her asking that got him excited.

"The talk was definitely part of it," he managed.

"The fact that you were basically living out one of your fantasies must have really gotten your heart racing," Paige said, having been informed by her mom that John was in fact a major CFNM'er.

"This is gonna be a fun place to work," he grinned, the understatement of the year.

Laughter and smiles filled the rest of the day.

TO BE CONTINUED...