The Ephende Family [Perving Out]
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				Title: <strong>The Ephende Family [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 16:55:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/429993_455779984471363_2090031856_n.jpg)</div> "<em>Benvenuti a Milano, dove attende un mondo di piacere</em>"<br><br>She was sweet, even if it was entirely engineered. It is an inevitable compromise with creating a spectacle, especially the kind he had walked into. Photographers were pouncing on each other to scrounge a candid, security personnel in awkward poses trying to keep the perimeter in check, entitled CEOs clicking their heels impatiently and as good as screaming their hate for him being the center of attention. <br><br>And there were women. There always was. Curvy redheads, leggy blondes, sultry brunettes and exotic goddesses all paid to make him feel wanted. He offered a smile and the shutterbugs flew into a frenzy. <br><br>"<em>Spero di poter condividere con voi un po '</em>." her cheeks swam in crimson during a kiss to her knuckles. He was aware his signing was a coup for <em>Gerogio Armani</em>, but the extent to which his employers stooped to make him comfortable was rather amusing. Perhaps it was his own fault. He had neglected to inform them of his distaste for such concocted grandeur. Manuel Ephende was not like the other models on the circuit. <br><br>But he paid his dues for looking pretty and choosing to earn money from it. His eyes were blurry by the time he had acquiesced the barely-better-than-paparazzi mob. His hand ached from the countless greetings he had to endure. General manager of marketing, head strategist for advertising, talent management counsel, chief of public affairs... <br><br>"That will be all. This way, if you please, Sir" ushered his chauffeur in a mellifluous french accent. She had kind eyes, which danced with mischief nonetheless. And he believed he knew the reason for the grin that she did not want to part with. "You noticed the crack in my smile, didn't you?"<br><br>She was beside a Rolls-Royce Wraith, as sleek as her. Almost. "I'm sure others have seen you stutter, Mr Ephende" <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://media.emirates247.com/images/2014/06/hopo129.jpg)</div> "Only rarely, I assure you," he presented his hand to her as invitation into the cab. "I wouldn't dream of becoming a chore for a woman such as you. Not when I can get my hands on this beauty" <br><br>Her arguments were adorable even as her eyes flashed conviction towards a different end. His own brown orbs answered and acquiescence simply materialized. They trundled through the hubbub of the city and escaped into the countryside. A leisurely dot skimming along the motorway with the ocean sprawled on one side and the mountains crunched into the other. His villa loomed up ahead, sat along the edge of a cliff and swathed in greenery. Periwinkle blue glinting from above and to the east as the world seemed to jump from his the magnificent abode. <br><br>The Wraith purred, awaiting the smallest inkling of his command. A lazy left, a sudden spurt or even a screeching halt. He found the precision engineering quite approving.&nbsp; Such power, such beauty, all to service his whimsy. Judging by his conversation with Natalie, she wasn't much different either. She about as many qualms accompanying him home as she did in hiding her desire for him. It was a rigged game when one had as many cards as Manuel did. <br><br>Milan was not a world of pleasure, that was what he had left back home. But he had to survive somehow. Their kiss was electric, but something bothered him. Why was there laughter coming from upstairs? She soon grew tired of his suit and by the time they had reached the top of the stairs it was long forgotten. He slammed her back into the bedroom door and it gaped open, making her scream. She wasn't the only one though. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ephende Family [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-08-2014, 10:49:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://blurbrain.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/sexy-emma-watson-14.jpg)</div><br>It was a terrible flight to Milan. They wanted to surprise Manuel but that meant taking a commercial airline rather than a private jet and worst of all, they had to be mostly incognito. They weren't as famous as Manuel but being his sister and aunt, well, people did recognize them. Stephany in fact had did some modelling, never with her brother but she had been on the cover of some teen magazines showing her fake nerdiness and telling all the young readers to finish their school and study hard and be succesfull in their lifes. Yeah right. <br><br>Once landed, Stephany realized there was something worse that being incognito... waiting in line for your luggage. <br><br>"Urgh aunt Angy, next time, can we just rent a private jet? This really isn't for me." <br><br>After finally having their bags, clearing customs and out into the airport lobby, the next horror lay ahead. Finding a cab. The airport was already busy and crowded with females, young and old, who were all waiting for her brother. Of course she knew they'd all be disappointed. Once all this was done and they were finally in their taxi driving down the windy roads of the Italian lakes, Stephany took off her enormous sun glasses and hat. The taxi driver didn't seem to recognize her or be professional enough not to ask questions and when Stephany, after some struggling had managed to get her shoes off, she turned her attention to her aunt.<br><br>"Are you sure he won't mind? I mean.. what if he and Naomi wanted some private time? Can't shag my brother with his fiancee around him." <br><br>Although the idea turned her on, Stephany knew it would ruin all their lives, cost them a small fortune (which wasn't even hers) on law suits and probably would result in her never seeing Manuel again. If it would all come out. Luckily the papz couldn't come close to the mansion so whatever happened inside the mansion, stayed inside the mansion.<br><br>When the taxi pulled up the mansion, they paid the driver and with her shoes in her hand, Stephany carefully wobbled barefoot over the small pebbles on the driveway. Once inside, she found her room, dumped her stuff and changed into a completely pointless see-through bikini (http://dc610.4shared.com/img/l_JYEV6E/s3/138f5f7ff38/446-see-through-micro-mesh-tho.jpg).<br><br>Then she climbed into the jacuzzi and waited for her aunt and eventually her brother to arrive. God she couldn't wait for Manuel...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ephende Family [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skylarke</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 10:42:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSLHKYlUDG5zvqvQP6DEROd7QNM849tbXF8yz9_wfCl3kdRpbdv)</div><br>If there was one thing Angelina would agree with her niece on, it was waiting in line for the luggage, absolutely horrible.&nbsp; And there was always the worry that some of it might go missing. <br><br>"Just think of the look of surprise he will have when we show up this time.&nbsp; We did, of course, try to stay away, but.. this is Manuel, how can we not be there in this moment of triumph for him.&nbsp; To help him celebrate" she grinned wickedly, keeping her head down though so as to try not to draw any attention their way. <br><br>As they collected the last bag and finally got tucked away inside a cab she drew an inaudible sigh of relief.&nbsp; She was more worried then her niece about being recognized, while it had been many years, she had been quite famous as a model herself.&nbsp; It was even in her late thirties she had posed within the infamous pages of Playboy magazine, nothing revealing, just one of those profile poses that captured the curve and placed her legs and arms in the most strategic places.&nbsp; &nbsp;She chuckled silently to herself as she thought of the fan letters she had received, no one realized she had been that old and she was very proud of that, she worked hard, then and now, to keep her body in fit form.&nbsp; But that was seven years in the past, and now; now it was Manuel's time.&nbsp; <br><br>Angelina looked out the window and watched as the scenery changed around them, finally letting the last of the tension she had been holding onto go.&nbsp; "Of course he won't mind, we are his family after all.&nbsp; And if dear Naomi would have brought Katie into our circle years ago we would not now be separated from our dear Manuel." that wicked grin from earlier at the airport appeared once again.&nbsp; "Besides my lovely, we won't give him time to think with all that we will be doing to him.&nbsp; We will just have to be.. discreet" though she made it sound as if that was not what was on her mind.&nbsp; She loved her best friend dearly and that woman could drive her body in places it had never been, but if she didn't bring Katie in, Angelina was damn sure going to do it herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Having arrived she chuckled as she watched Stephany walk barefoot up the path&nbsp; and with a shake of her head she envied the girl the ability.&nbsp; She too dropped her luggage in her room and was soon following her niece's example, albeit a bit more modest in her choice of swimming wear.&nbsp; She made her way to the jacuzzi and pausing only a moment to admire the bikini Stephany had chosen she reached forward and drew the girl to her, locking her lips onto hers and humming slightly.&nbsp; "That was to long of a trip"&nbsp; she said as she released her niece and settled in beside her, splashing her playfully.&nbsp; She loved Milan, and it brought out the child in her.&nbsp; Soon she was laughing and trying to entice her niece into removing her clothing. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ephende Family [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>11-09-2014, 17:35:31</strong>
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				Tapping her nude heel at the sight of the empty bed – the exact place she expected to find her quary – Naomi glanced around the annoyingly empty room that was fit for a king. It showed signs of not being touched yet. No turned down bedspread, no personal affects – <br><br>The door to the room banged open and Naomi spun, screaming in surprise. <br><br>She wasn’t the only one, however. A woman’s scream echoed her own. The woman he was carrying, pushing against the bedroom door, on his way to obviously have a late afternoon tryst with the whore. <br><br>Naomi’s eyes narrowed. Her hands immediately went to her slim hips as she took in his half-naked and her disheveled state. A slow smile then began to form at her lips. The ones that were painted just the color he liked. The color that matched the bright red dress she was wearing. The one that hugged all her curves and showed off her blonde tresses, making them glow. <br><br>“Welcome home… Son.” She said menacingly. And then sucked her teeth at the bitch in his arms. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ephende Family [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>18-09-2014, 12:42:53</strong>
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				What if you swallowed a glass of ice, and halfway down your throat it becomes a clump of surreal warmth? <br><br>Manuel knew the sight that awaited him. His ears had pricked at her voice, the accusation in her tone did little to disrupt its cadence. It was surprising how she could conjure that improbable balance. Cold disapproval laden upon molten desire. <br><br>"Hello, Naomi," he ensured his voice was muffled. His lips were feasting on the other girl's neck, forcing her to arch against the wall in delirious joy. His eyes lifted away from the appetizer. The poor, writhing girl was still winded by his assault but finally seemed to have regained her senses. A dull, inadequate place to return to after the high of tempting his muse. Her hands clutched at his belt pleading for his attention to return. The leather coiled around his waist gave way, but he would not. <br><br>His grip had slackened and his body was budging. He had been an unyielding mass of sex and pleasure, now there was only vacant and painful air. She had lost him. <br><br>"Forgive me, but I wasn't aware we had a meeting," his lips curled at the implication of formality. It was as good as a slap in the face; an old faithful ruse to unite her temper and her lust. Moreover, it was the truth. He was due to marry Naomi's daughter in a few months. A woman of singular talents, to make him disband his harem. But it would seem old habits died hard. Very, very hard. <br><br>The girl he had picked up just would not do now. "<em>Si dovrebbe andare , mia cara</em>," he mellowed his voice, imprinting the apology it carried into his eyes. He parted with a kiss, one she used to sate as much of her greed and one he used to stoke Naomi's rage. He could have untangled himself at any time, but the mash of tongues, lips and hands continued for what seemed like an eternity. Soon they were cozying up to the wall again and the poor dear was lost to a flood of moans. <br><br>He slid a sidelong look at the blonde goddess being ignored. He might as well have had a sign on top of his head that said, '<em>What are you going to do now, mother</em>'
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				Post by: <strong>Nymphadora</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 06:14:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Margot.jpg)</div> <br><br>Not being able to be with her fiancee in Milan, for even a few days, was hurting Katie’s heart. She loved Manuel intensely, obsessively. In public she was genteel and cute and left the paparazzi desperate for some bit of evidence that Katherine Dinara and Manuel Ephende were somehow not the sweetest, most chaste couple alive.<br><br>Having seen the footage from his arrival and the signing with <em>Armani</em>, Kate was anxious to join her love. She had merely to clean up a few loose ends before grabbing an overnight flight that would get her to Manuel the next day, two days before she was originally expected. She would be grumpy and tired, overnight flights were murder on her nerves, but she would be with Manuel and he could always fuck the grumps out of her in no time.<br><br>In typical fastidious fashion, Katie worked till the last minute to perfect every last detail of the campaign she was working on, but just made her flight. She spent much of the time in the air tossing around in her seat uncomfortably and waking frequently. It would be worth it to see his face when she arrived early.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 10:41:27</strong>
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				Stephany had been in the jacuzzi with her aunt for the good part of an hour before she got bored. Sure she had her aunt to play with but even that got boring after a while. They were both here for Manuel and he wasn't in the jacuzzi with them, nor was his cock in her mouth or his fingers down her tight snatch. The humanity of it all! <br><br>Annoyed at the lack of Manuel, she climbed out of the jacuzzi, her already pointless see through bikini now even more pointless as it was wet and sticky. She plucked her hair out of her face, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. <br><br>"I'm gonna get us a drink," she called out to her aunt still in the jacuzzi and went into the house. <br><br>She made her way into the kitchen but stopped on the way because she thought she heard something. Sounded like a sceam and then another one. On her guard, she walked up to the bottom of the stairs and looked up and saw lights on.<br><br>"Hello!? Somebody there? Manuel? Is that you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ephende Family [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 04:01:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/429993_455779984471363_2090031856_n.jpg)</div> It wouldn't do to let such a luscious kiss go to waste. His muse certainly thought so and chastised him quite brutally. "You bone-headed brat," was about the only phrase that escaped the littany of swear words, in six languages no less. <br><br>The deluge continued as he marveled at the retreating figue and how her ass seemed to be calling out to him. A siren leading him to his inevitable doom. He wasnt such easy quarry, even if his inner voice had become severely infatuated with the young Italian tart. "Run, you dumbfuck. We can still catch her. She'll still be wet. Oh, please let her be wet!" He resisted effortlessly, but was happy to lead Naomi in the opposite direction, heaving a naughty little sigh as he watched her fade back into the world.<br><br>He hadn't given her anywhere near the scrutiny she readily received and that was not bound to go down well. <br><br>Not that he had totally abstained. Those legs will tempt Gods into waging war. What chance did men have? Least of all one who knew what they were capable of. His muse whirred into action again, finally recognizing his scheme and reinforcing his stoic demeanor with memories if Cancun. The yacht swam into view, then him snaring a fleeing Naomi on the deck and fucking her without the slighted care of who might stumble onto their stretch of sea. His cock strained unashamedly against his trousers and a delicious little pulse rang through it as he heard another familiar voice.<br><br>"Steph?!" he made sure his tone jumped and jangled with glee. "Over here," his eyes sparkled with a specific brand of mischief. One that had made Naomi jelly-legged several times in the past. It was his secret weapon and he was always terribly liberal with it. But never towards the others. <br><br>And if that wasn't going to drive her into launching herself at him, he grabbed Steph, plunged into her lips and turned his back on his <em>mommy</em><br><br>"Is she watching?" he breathed through the torrid tangle.<br><br>Amid this all-consuming tease though, none of them had noticed Manuel's phone buzzing. None of them realized that Dinara was on her way to the bungalow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ephende Family [Perving Out]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 13:33:26</strong>
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				She was taken completely by surprise at Manuel's kiss as she hadn't expected him to be home already, especially not with Naomi here. Had he gotten himself in trouble again? Biting off more than he could chew. It certainly seemed like it. <br><br>Stephany didn't care who was watching and who wasn't though. As soon as she felt Manuel's tongue in her own, she returned the kiss, her hands roaming his body all over. <br><br>"Who cares if she is watching baby."<br><br>The young sister had to restrain herself not to throw herself into his arms and gave a rather wicked smile at Naomi.<br><br>"I didn't hear you come home baby. Angi and I have been waiting in the jacuzzi for over half an hour already. Why don't you join us? I just made us cocktails."<br><br>Then she noticed the bulge of Manuel's pants pressing against her stomach and she cocked her head a little bit.<br><br>"Have you started without us? Shame on you Manuel. Shame on you!"<br>Slowly she ran her hands over the bulge and biting her lip, looking as seductive as she could, hoping to get him into the jacuzzi with her aunt and her. Mommy would join then. Or not, Stephany didn't really care. As long as she got Manuel, nothing else mattered. 
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				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 17:30:39</strong>
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				Usually, Naomi was loud. She had no problem voicing her opinion. Something about the moment, the timing, made her lips clamp shut as she waited while Manuel watched the little tart retreat down the marbled staircase. She didn’t move for a few heartbeats – but simply let her eyes drink in his form, let her hand linger on her own hip. Her fingernails, expertly manicured and painted the perfect shade to match the hue of her dress, tapped restlessly along her curves. It was the only movement she allowed to convey the annoyance she felt at the interruption to her pleasure. Her eyes – those piercing ice blue orbs that could melt even the hardest man – dropped down to his trousers. Oh, he was as aroused, no doubt. Having had a small appetizer before the main course. <br><br>Those thoughts were interrupted when Stephany’s voice echoed down the hallway, calling out for Manuel. It immediately brought that twinkle to his eye – the one that she knew only too well. The one that he shot her when naughty ideas, ones that he always indulged in, entered that twisted brain of his. She learned long ago to stop fighting those ideas. The climaxes were always worth it. <br><br>That didn’t mean she liked the interruptions. Again. <br><br>Her hand dropped from her hip and she watched the girl spin around the corner and then get snared like a hunter would snatch a rabbit into his arms. He twisted, showing Naomi the broad expanse of his shoulders a back as he bent Stephany to his will and body and kissed her hard. Gave her his lips and his tongue and everything that should have been hers in that moment. <br>The beautiful woman was all over him, her hands roaming his back and Naomi began to make a slow circle around the room, moving so she could see their play. Steph’s hands were never idle, neither were her pouty lips as she scolded the object of her affection. <br><br>A smile flashed across Naomi’s painted lips as she watched her future son-in-law get caught in the maelstrom. It served him right, teasing as he did. <br><br>So the blonde continued to circle til she came to the bed, her eyes never leaving the entwined pair. Let them play, let them enjoy. She drew in a few deep breaths to calm her heartbeat. Once the large, beautifully made bed was within reach, she grasped one of the posts and lifted a foot, plucking off one of her sky-high heels and let her voice ring out, low and sultry. <br><br>“Shame on you indeed, Manuel…” <br>
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