Something a little different?
Sandy stood next to me, tapping her as I swore at the
computer; its cursor blinking and throbbing as it sought out the
information. "Fucking piece of shit" I muttered as I drummed my
fingers on the desktop.
"David, can't you hurry, I've had Mrs. Davis on hold for ten minutes
now", she implored as I drummed on the desk harder.
"Why don't you tell Mrs. Davis to shove an ear of corn up her ass...."
"David!!!!!"
".... and sit on a blender!!!!" I hissed as the cursor cheerfully
winked at me. She walked indignantly from the room as I re-booted the
computer.
" What a fucking week," I muttered to myself. If there was something
that could go wrong it had Monday the coffee pot had brewed twelve
cups of coffee all over the carpet and the copying machine had
shorted out and almost burnt the place down; well, it filled the
office with smoke anyway.
Tuesday two of our escorts were in a fender bender and I had to fill
in for them, just thinking about it still makes me shiver. I had Mrs.
Harper in the morning and Mrs. Chadwick later that evening.
Mrs. Harper was fifty-nine but looked like Joan Collins. She
liked to play "Housewife and the Cat-burglar", but she wasn't
satisfied with a simple rape, oh no, she had left specific
instructions on what was to be done and how to do it. After forcing
her to cower in a corner with a rubber knife, I was throw her onto
the king size canopy bed, roughly fondling and probing her body as I
ripped her Victoria's Secret night gown off. After I had totally
ravaged and abused her, I was to bend her over the heavy oak -
board, tie her hands to it and sodomize her as I worked a thick black
dildo in her dripping, shaved pussy. She was to three times this
way before I untied her and "forced" her to suck me off, making sure
that I shot my all over her face and tits.
I walked away from
that one with a $200 tip. I almost didn't walk away from the next one.
Mrs. Chadwick was sixty-seven, but didn't look a day over
eighty-four. She was painfully thin and had large, sagging tits. Her
personal perversion was getting fucked up the ass at the opera. She
almost crushed my balls and I had to cover a large stain in my tuxedo
pants with a program as I wobbled through the lobby. Later that
night, as I was soaking in a hot tub sipping on a large Jack
Daniel's, I phoned Brian and Paul, the two battered escorts, and
offered them both a $500 bonus if they would put a little makeup on
their bruises and come in tomorrow. They were at the office bright
and early with puffy faces and outstretched hands.
Wednesday things weren't so bad?
Mrs. Bradley, an attorney with a prominent law firm, almost
ruptured my eardrum over the phone. One of our guys had given her a
dose of the clap; at least that's what she claimed. I sent the
suspect to our doctor and checked to see if we had had any other
complaints; there were none and his test came back clean. We later
found out, after one of our girls caught a dose, that Mr. Bradley was
being somewhat less than faithful to his somewhat less than faithful
wife. Other than that the only thing that went wrong was when Hellen
tried to flush a tube of hair gel down the
toilet.
Thursday Robin locked herself in the ladies room, the phones
were dead for three hours and some asshole backed into the Porsche
and drove off. And now this fucking computer. Finally I heard the
familiar whir- beep as it booted up. I found what I was looking for
and buzzed Sandy on the intercom. "Hi sweetie, do you still have Mrs.
Davis on the phone?" I asked.
"No, she said she would call back later, do you have it?"
"Yeah, I've got it. March 23rd, from 6:30 PM till 3:00 AM, that comes
to $2700, any time after 3:00 AM she can work out with the guys."
"Thanks babe, byeee."
Orgies were allright but they tied up too many guys and it took a lot
out of them. I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of coffee as I
looked at the clock on my old mahogany desk. Four o'clock, only one
more hour till our night girl came in and Robin, Sandy, Hellen and
myself would be on our way to our way to our private chalet in the
mountains. It seemed like forever, but at five after five, we were on
the freeway headed out of town. When we were about twenty miles out
of town I switched on the cruise control and stepped on the gas. The
V-12 of the Jaguar soon had us purring along at eighty miles an hour.
Two hours later we were sliding to a stop in front of the chalet.
It was a beautiful, Christmas card - like scene. The large,
sloping roof was covered with about a of snow. Long, irregular
icicles hung from the eves, sparkling like diamonds in the
headlights. The surrounding acreage was moderately forested with
aspen and tall, snow covered pine trees. A blanket of virgin snow
covered the meadow that stretched out north of the chalet and ran
into a small valley, about two miles away, just off the highway.
Fortunately I had thought ahead and had the road to the chalet plowed
that morning.
The chalet was a large two-story copy of one the girls' father
had purchased in the Swiss Alps shortly after the war. It was just
part of the rather large estate he left to them when he died in a
skiing accident there. We used it from time to time, but this one was
much more convenient for weekend getaways. It was virtually a board
for board, nail for nail copy, but with much more modern conveniences.
Leaving the motor (and the heater) running, I broke a path
through the snow up to the spacious front porch. I punched the proper
code into the digital lock keypad and eased the huge oak door open.
Instinctively I reached inside on the wall and turned on the porch
lights and the interior lighting as I stepped inside and walked over
to one of the two fireplaces in the spacious main room. The fire was
already laid (an old habit I had developed), so all I had to do was
light a match and toss it onto the kindling. As the fire flickered
and crackled, I went into the library and turned on the computer that
controlled many of the mechanical functions of the chalet. It went
through its familiar whirring and beeping and in no time I heard the
gas furnace firing up.
I went back out to the car and found the girls passing a flask
of brandy around. As I opened the door, I tsk, tsked them and took
their joy juice away from them. I took a healthy belt of it and told
them there would be plenty of time for this after we got our things
inside. One by one the piled out of the car. Sandy grabbed me by the
lapels of my coat and pulled me to her, giving me a warm, lingering
kiss.
"Mmm," she purred, "I love the taste of brandy on you." She
winked slyly at me as she made her way to the back of the car. Ah,
these women, you never can tell what they might be up to, I thought
to my self as I un-strapped Robin and Hellens' luggage from the rack
on the trunk. They each took a bag and headed towards the porch. I
opened the trunk and handed Sandy her bag and, taking mine in one
hand and a box of groceries under the other arm, we followed them
into the chalet.
We walked up the flagstone stairs onto the porch and entered
the great room. Even now, after all the times I had been here, I was
still awed by the size of it. The beamed ceiling was thirty
high, with two sparkling chandeliers lighting it brightly. The dark
paneled walls were covered with antique tapestries, hunting trophies
and other memorabilia. There were large stone fireplaces at either
end of the room, with over-sized, over- stuffed furniture arranged
comfortably in front of them on top of soft, warm rugs covering the
hardwood floors.
We walked across the room to the grand staircase leading up to
the second floor. There were six bedrooms and three baths upstairs,
not counting the master bedroom and bathroom. Sandy and I entered the
master bedroom and found Hellen lighting the fireplace while Robin
was unpacking her suitcase on the custom built four-poster bed. I
dropped my bag on the floor and went back downstairs to finish
unloading the Jaguar.
I turned the collar of my coat up as I walked off the porch
into the cold, crisp evening air. As I crunched through the snow to
the car I gazed up at the sky. Millions of stars filled the jet black
sky as a crescent moon rose over the horizon. I took two boxes of
groceries from the trunk, closed it, and made my way back into the
chalet. I stomped the snow from my boots and, kicking the door shut,
I headed into the kitchen.
The kitchen was large and equipped with the latest appliances
and gadgets. I sat the boxes on the floor next to the refrigerator
and began loading it with the perishables we had brought with us.
There was a large, well-stocked pantry, so we didn't need to bring
too much. When I had finished, I selected a bottle of wine, gathered
some glasses and headed into the great room.
I sat the bottle and glasses on the heavy wooden coffee table
in front of the over-stuffed sofa and proceeded to light the fire in
the second fireplace. As I squatted in front of the flickering fire,
I heard the girls laughing and giggling as they came down the stairs
to join me. Robin and Hellen went into the kitchen to fix us a snack
and Sandy came and sat on the sofa, opening the bottle of wine as I
fussed with the fire.
Finally satisfied that it was perfect, I joined her on the
sofa. She handed me a glass of wine and snuggled up next to me,
resting her head on my shoulder. "It's so beautiful and peaceful
here," she sighed, " I wish we never had to leave."
"I know how you feel honey," I said, kissing her on the head as I
caressed her with my free hand, "I
love it here too."
She raised her face to mine and our lips met in a warm, gentle kiss.
Her small, soft hand caressing my chest as our embrace lingered on. I
squeezed her harder as her long, red
fingernails raked across
one of my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure down my body, into my
crotch. Her wet, pink tongue slipped between my lips and sought out
mine. I could feel the lust in my loins growing hotter with each
second of our embrace when Robin and Hellen came into the room
They walked over to where we were seated and sat their trays of
thinly sliced meats, cheese, crackers, vegetables and dips on the
coffee table. Both of them were smiling slyly at us as they sat on
the sofa beside Sandy. Robin dipped a stalk of celery and winked at
me. "You two just couldn't wait, could you?" she said as she
sensuously licked the tangy dip from the celery with her sexy pink
tongue. I said nothing, just grinned mischievously at her as I took a
sip of wine. Robin and Hellen filled their glasses and we sat there
drinking and munching as we talked and laughed. I excused myself to
go slip into something more comfortable and headed up the massive
mahogany staircase to the master suite.
As I entered the bedroom I said, "lights on". The computer
controlled voice sensors worked perfectly; the small chandelier
winked on and bathed the room in a soft white light. I flopped in an
overstuffed leather chair and started taking off my boots. "Open
curtains", I grunted as I struggled with them. There was a low
whirring across the room as the heavy blue curtains covering the
arcadia door leading out onto the deck slowly open. With a final
grunt, I removed my other boot. I arose from my favorite chair and
padded over to the door where I paused for a moment, sipping my wine
as I gazed out at the scenery. I noticed the stars slowly winking out
on the horizon as clouds began to blot them out.
I turned and walked to the closet, wondering if it would snow
tonight. As I stripped off my clothes a shiver ran through me. I went
over to the fireplace and put another log on the fire. I pulled on a
pair of heavy wool socks, some fleece drawstring pants and a thick
terry clothe robe, then headed back downstairs. From the top of the
stairs I could see the girls laughing and wrestling on the sofa. I
smiled to myself as I walked down the stairs and over to the sofa.
I walked over to them and picked an empty wine bottle up off
the floor. They looked up at me smiling and giggling, their faces
were flushed and their hair and clothes were disheveled. I smiled
back at them, shaking my head. "Bunch of wino nymphos." I muttered as
I went to the kitchen for a fresh bottle.
When I returned I saw blouses and lingerie draped over the back
of the sofa, Sandy and Hellen were in front of the fire on a pile of
large pillows engaged in a hot slurping 69, Robin was sprawled on the
sofa masturbating. I opened the bottle of wine and poured myself a
glass, then sat on the sofa near Robins' head. I held the glass over
her mouth and dribbled some of the sweet red liquid onto her lips.
Her tongue snaked out over them and licked them clean as she opened
her eyes and grinned wickedly at me. She pulled her hand away from
her pussy and caressed my lips with a shiny, wet finger. I parted my
lips and flicked my tongue across it, sucking it into my mouth,
savoring the flavor of her feminine juices as she began to frig
herself with her other hand. I reached out and began to toy with her
hard, red nipples. She moaned passionately and quivered as an orgasm
shot through her body.
Sandy and Hellen lay in front of the fire, softly caressing each
other as they basked in the glow of the fire and their passion. As I
sipped my wine, Sandy turned her smiling face towards me; She stood
up, kicking her pants from her ankles and came over to me, sitting on
my lap. "Can I have some of that?" she asked, licking her full red
lips. I handed her the glass and slipped my hand under her loose
flannel shirt as she drank deeply from it. Hellen brought a pillow
over to the sofa and sat on the floor next to us, caressing Robins'
legs. She took the glass from Sandy as I unbuttoned her shirt, drank
from it and handed it to Robin.
I took one of Sandy's long, pink nipples between my lips,
gently licking and sucking it as she ran her fingers through my hair,
pulling my face tight to her breast. "Oh, baby." She cooed, "sweet
baby, eat mamas' titty, oh yes, eat it." I could feel the heat from
her pussy through my pants as she pressed her crotch against my
swelling cock. As I nursed on her lovely breast, Hellen stood up and
climbed onto the sofa. Kneeling between Robins' legs, she lowered her
face between her thighs and began licking and sucking on her dripping
pussy. Robin clutched her breasts, her fingers rolling her thick red
nipples between them as Hellen teased her mercilessly with her
probing tongue and sensuous lips.
Sandy slipped off my lap and stood in front of me, taking my
hand and pulling me to my . She reached out and opened my
robe as
I pulled her close to me. I lowered my face to hers, her warm, wet
tongue slipped between my lips, probing deeply into my mouth, dancing
with my tongue. My hands cupped her firm, round ass, pulling her
against my throbbing cock. I lifted my face away from hers and pulled
her head to my chest, and her warm eager lips sought out my
nipple. "Ah, bulls-eye" I moaned as she found it. She sucked my
little nipple between her lips, nibbling it, flicking her tongue over
it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I felt her
deft little fingers undoing the drawstring of my pants and soon they
were down around my ankles. We both moaned with lust as she wrapped
her fingers around my dripping cock, slowly stroking it as it rubbed
against her tummy.
She lifted her face from my chest and smiled seductively at
me. She pulled away from me and walked over to the fire where she
picked up two of the large pillows she and Hellen had been playing on
and brought them back to the sofa, placing them where I had been
sitting. She knelt on the sofa facing the pillows and told me to sit
on them. As I made myself comfortable, she scooted back and lowered
her pussy towards Robins' face. Sandys' long, red nails gently raked
my balls as her warm mouth engulfed my cock. A muffled moan of lust
vibrated around my cock as Robin began to slurp and suck at her moist
cunt.
Hellen lifted her face from Robins' crotch, her covered
cheeks shining in the flickering firelight. She eased off the sofa
and sat on the pillow on the floor next to me, pouring another glass
of wine as she sat back to enjoy the show.
Sandy moaned loudly and sat up, grinding her gushing pussy into
Robins' mouth as an orgasm quivered through her body. As my cock
bobbed in the air, Hellen reached out and gently stroked it with her
soft, warm hand. "Honey, it's been five years," she sighed, "and the
sight of your beautiful hard cock still makes my pussy wet." I ran my
hands through her long, silky black hair as she slowly masturbated me.
Robin was now lying back on the other end of the sofa. Sandys'
tight little ass and dripping cunt swayed in the air in front of me
as she devoured Robins' pussy. I slipped my big toe into Sandys'
moist cunt and wiggled my other toes on her clit. Robin groaned as
Sandys' moans vibrated her pussy.
Hellen stood up and walked behind me. Kneeling on the arm of
the sofa, she gently pulled my head back between her thighs. I
slithered my tongue between the soft folds of her pussy lips as she
stroked her stiff pink nipples. She was right, I thought as she
leaned over and dragged her nipples over the dripping head of my
cock, after five years together our lovemaking was still as exciting
and spontaneous as that first weekend in the pines.
Sandys' hot spilled over my as
she humped my toe. She
sat back on my , grinding her hips wildly as a
massive orgasm
swept through her. Robin sat up in front of her and took one of her
nipples into her mouth, her hands grasping her ass, spreading her
cheeks apart as I felt her pussy spasm around my toe. She gave a
final gasp and fell quivering into Robins' arms. They softly caressed
each other as Hellen swallowed my cock.
I eased a finger into her tight, puckered anus and her hot
honey flowed into my mouth and over my cheeks. She sucked on the head
of my cock like it was a big nipple, rapidly pumping my cock with her
delicate hand. I tweaked one of my nipples as she squeezed and pulled
my balls. "Ah, baby, oh Hellen, I'm gonna ," I groaned. She moaned
loudly as I pumped thick streams of hot sperm into her mouth,
triggering another orgasm in her. I held her ass, pulling her pussy
tight to my hungry mouth, wanting all of her sweet nectar. We filled
each others' mouth with our hot love juices. Finally she collapsed on
top of me, her body quivering gently as her orgasm faded. Slowly she
slipped off of me and knelt on the rug next to me, lowering her face
to mine, softly kissing me, our tongues entwining, tasting each
others' as Sandy and Robin went back
to the fire.
We soon joined them there and the four of us sat naked, sipping
wine as the fire slowly died out. Hellen laid her head on my
shoulder, softly sighing as I held her close to me. Sandy and Robins'
hair covered my crotch as they lay their heads on my thighs and
watched as the last few small blue flames flickered in the glowing
embers.
The clock on the mantle chimed 11:30. "Let's go to bed," I said
as I nuzzled my face in Hellens sweet perfumed hair. Slowly we got to
our
and the four of us made our way up to the bedroom. "Lights
dim," I said as we entered the bedroom, and the chandelier softened
to a warm romantic glow.
"Oh, look," cooed Sandy, in a small, childlike voice, "it's
snowing!" We wandered over to the arcadia door and watched as the
big, fluffy flakes drifted out of the sky. "Lights out," I said, and
instantly they winked out leaving the room bathed in the red,
flickering glow of the fireplace. With the lights out it was like
watching the snowfall on a big-screen TV
Robin was standing in front of me, I put my arms around her
and pulled her close to me, resting my chin on her head as Sandy and
Hellen snuggled up to me on either side, their arms around my waist.
Ah, these girls are always so soft, so warm, I thought to my self as
I closed my eyes, reveling in the pleasure of the closeness of their
bodies. Slowly my cock began to stiffen, (I can't help it, my libido
has always been on autopilot) rising gently up between the firm,
round cheeks of her ass. I felt her gently undulating her ass against
me, her nipples hardening under my arms. I lowered my face and
nuzzled her neck, softly kissing it as I pressed my fully erect cock
against her.
As if on cue, Sandy and Hellen began caressing our bodies,
talented hands and taunting fingernails increasing our
excitement. "Ah, David, oh baby, fuck me honey," I heard Robin
groan, "I need to feel your hot cock in my pussy, baby, baby. Fill me
with your ." She bent forward,
spreading her legs as she braced
her hands on the door.
Sandy knelt on the floor beside her, her sensuous mouth and
tongue sucking, kissing and licking Robins' impassioned flesh as one
hand sought out her clit, the other kneading a firm, white ass cheek.
Hellen stood beside me, her mouth attached to one of my nipples as
she fondled my balls. Sandy had her thighs wrapped around one of
Robins' legs, humping it like one of those poodles I have always
hated. With one hand she masturbated her sister, the other one guided
my cock into her smoldering cunt as she watched, her lovely face only
inches away.
I eased my cock slowly inside her, stopping with just he head
inside her. Gently rocking and thrusting my hips, taunting her pussy
with my cock head as she implored me to give it all to her.
And I did; one inch at a time until I was half way in, then
with one thrust, I buried my cock deep inside of her, fucking her
with slow, rhythmic strokes as she moaned lustily, her hot breath
steaming the glass door in front of her. Sandy watched intently as
she continued to her leg, her face pressed
against Robins'
while I pumped my cock in her pussy. " Oh God," she whimpered, "I'm
cumming, ah, I'm cummming!"
That was all it took; Robing let out a howl and I felt her
pussy spasm around my cock, her hot flowing over it and onto my
balls as I thrust deeply into her. Then it was my turn. My cock
exploded inside of her as my balls slapped wetly on her shaved pussy.
She was so tight, and my cock so sensitive that I couldn't stand the
intensity of it. I pulled out of her, grabbing my cock and stroking
it as jet after jet of thick, white sperm spewed from it, splattering
her ass with thick, streaming
globs.
" Oh my God," gasped Sandy as she stared in awe at the
spectacle before her and the feeling of the sperm that flew onto her
face. " That's so fucking hot, so fucking hot! I continued to stroke
my still hard cock. I had a strange feeling in my balls that I wasn't
finished yet. Hellens' tongue licked my ear as she tweaked one of my
nipples. "Stroke it baby, stroke it, you can do it honey, I know you
can." she whispered huskily. " for me lover,
for me. Drain you
balls on my baby sisters."
Robin had collapsed in a heap in front of me, moaning softly as
Sandy massaged my sperm into her flesh, gazing up at me as I
masturbated with short, quick strokes. Hellen had a hand back on my
balls, softly kneading them, pulling on them as she urged me to
defile her sisters. Slowly I started to feel it. Starting deep in my
groin, a growing tightness, a pressure slowly increasing towards
eruption. My face contorted and I let out a loud, unintelligible
growl as the sperm gushed out of my cock, splashing on the arcadia
door, then splattering Robins' inert body.
"OH, BABY!!" cried Sandy as more thick struck her face. She
rose up on her knees and took the swollen, purple head of my cock
into her mouth, holding onto my ass as she sucked and slurped till my
balls were drained. My shaking knees wouldn't hold me any longer, and
I crumbled to the floor. Sandy took me in her arms and held me,
gently rocking back and forth, kissing and caressing me as she cooed
in my ear, "Oh, David, ah, lover you're fantastic, absolutely
incredible. Baby, baby, I love you so much."
Meanwhile, Hellen had gone into the bathroom and returned with
several towels; some damp and steaming, and a couple of dry ones. She
gave two wet towels to Sandy. Then kneeling next to Robin, she began
to wipe the thick, gooey mess from her body. Sandy gently wiped my
thick, limp cock with the wonderfully warm towel. When she was
satisfied with her work, she laid a dry towel on my crotch and
proceeded to clean my sperm from her face and breasts.
Robin had regained her senses by now; Hellen helped her to her
and led her over to the bed where she tucked her under the soft
flannel sheets and down comforter. She returned with a glass of
water. Kneeling beside us she handed to me, smiling a very tender,
loving smile as she did so. "Are you alright sweetheart?" she asked,
caressing my hair. I mumbled something close to "uh huh", she giggled
softly and kissed my cheek. "Come along, my darling stud, I think we
all need to get some sleep." She said and she and Sandy helped me to
my ,
steadying me as I staggered to the bed.
Sandy got in next to Robin, who was dead to the world, and I next to
her She snuggled up close to me, resting her head on my shoulder
while Hellen went to put another log on the fire. Then she slid under
the covers next to me. She leaned over me and kissed her sister, then
gave me a warm and loving kiss and we drifted off to sleep as the
snow fell silently in the darkness.