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Guest House Ch. 01

By: TheRaz0r



Dylan Raport drove his beat up Honda up the sprawling driveway. Parking out front of the affluent house, he got out and knocked on the door. A well-dressed middle aged man with salt and peppered hair answered the door.

"Come in. You must be Dylan," the man said, stepping aside to let him in.

"Thank you," Dylan replied, stepping into the spacious estate.

"I'm Carl. Can I offer you a drink?"

"Thank you but I'm all set."

"All business I see," he said and walked over to the liquor cabinet, clinked two ice cubes into a glass, and poured in some scotch. "I suppose that you want to see the guest house?"

"If it isn't too much of a bother. I have some clients I need to see this afternoon."

"What do you do?" Carl asked, as he opened a sliding glass door that led to the swimming pool.

"I'm a photojournalist. Mostly for the local papers, weddings, and magazines. You know, free-lancing."

They walked beside the pool, opened a gate, and approached a two story building. Traversing up a staircase that ran along the side of the building, Carl fumbled for a key and opened up the door.

"Well this is it," he said and they stepped inside.

It wasn't big, but it would do, consisting of one large room with a king size bed, a sink, fridge, and a small standing shower.

"It's perfect," Dylan said. He pulled out an envelope that had the first and second months rent and handed it to him. Carl didn't open it and just put it in his jacket pocket. "I don't have much to move, just some clothes and stuff for my work."

"Not a problem, you can park in the garage underneath and private entrance so that you can have as much privacy as you want."

"I can't thank you enough," Dylan replied and they shook hands, cementing the deal. Carl dropped two sets of keys into Dylan's hands.

"I'll leave you to your business."

Dylan returned to his new pad a little after seven at night. His clothes and cameras filled his Honda. On his second trip up and down the stairs, he smelled cigarette smoke. He turned to find a young woman, probably 19, puffing away and eyeing him.

"So you're the new guy," she said. Her blonde hair was tied back and she wore a tight tee-shirt and yoga pants that hugged her curves. She eyed the box of cameras. "What are you, some kind of pervert?"

"No. Just a photographer," he said and gave her his best smile. "And you must be?"

"Samantha." She finished her cigarette and flicked it to the side.

"It's nice to meet you, neighbor."

He walked up the stairs and dropped the box off. When he returned a stunning woman stood next to Samantha. She saw Dylan and came up to him. She was an absolute knock out. Long blonde hair, big breasts, and she had a sultry sway to her hips. Her heals clicked on the driveway as she approached him.

"You must be Dylan," she said and gave her his hand. "I'm Cindy, Carl's wife."

"Glad to meet you. I want to thank you for renting this place out to me on such short notice."

"No problem. It was just sitting there ever since Tara went to college. I wanted to extend an invitation for dinner."

"I'm sorry but I already ate," he said and dangled an empty Taco Bell bag from box in his hand. "Thank you though."

"Well if you need anything, please feel free to knock."

She gave Samantha a quick stare and they both headed through the gate, but not before Samantha turned around and caught Dylan checking them out. He quickly walked up the stairs.

Exhausted, Dylan sprawled out on his new bed, reading a book when he saw a light go on in the window next door. From his vantage he could see into Samantha's room. She wore a matching set of pink bra and panties. Dylan quickly shut his light off and watched her unhook her bra, displaying two pert breasts. She then crawled over the end of the bed showing her barely covered ass in lacy underwear. He stroked his now hard cock, watching her go under her bed and reach for a laptop and a vibrator. She flipped it open and began rubbing the vibrator over her pussy. She writhed to a climax and Dylan had to stop stroking his own cock before exploding onto the bed. She reached over to her stand lamp and turned it off.

Dylan was a morning person and had risen just before five in the morning to go running. It was his first time checking out the neighborhood which was filled with monolithic structures of decadence. High end cars passed him on their way to doctor's offices or corporate high-rises. After his hour long run, he ran back up the drive way and saw Carl placing two suitcases into the back of his Mercedes Benz.

"Need help with anything?" Dylan asked.

"All set. How's the guest house?"

"I can't thank you enough. It's perfect. Heading on a trip?"

"Insurance seminar over in Spokane," he said and closed the trunk. "Got to hurry in order to make the plane."

"Have a safe trip," Dylan said and jogged back to the house.

He turned off the hot water to the shower, grabbed his towel that hung over the shower door and wrapped it around him. When he opened the door, he saw Samantha holding a picture. She was wearing tight blue shorts that read Pink on them and a matching sports bra. She eyed him as she put the picture back.

"Is that your mother?"

"Yes. What are you doing in here?"

"Being friendly."

"That usually means knocking before coming in."

"I did but I guess you didn't hear me." She ran her finger down his desk eyeing the pictures. "What are you working on now?" 

She leaned over to a picture at the far end of my desk and her shorts rode up to reveal the bottom curve of her ass.

"I'm putting together a wedding album and some pictures for the local nature magazine."

"Were you up late last night?" she asked and turned around, leaning against the desk.

"I turned in pretty early. Do you mind giving me some privacy. I need to get changed."

"Don't mind me."

"I kind of do right now," he said and ushered her towards the door. He opened it with one hand and guided her out with the other but just as he was about to close the door, she grabbed the end of the towel and yanked. He slammed the door closed and her eyes bulged in surprise, leaving her outside holding the towel. That girl is a wild-child, he said to himself. He hurried to get dressed. He needed to meet his client in a few hours or he'll be out of a few hundred dollars. He buttoned up his dress shirt, combed back his hair, and started assembling the wedding album that he needed to bring to his client. When he had all the pictures in there proper place, he put the album into a manila envelope, and headed out. 

He opened the garage door and started up his Honda but as he backed out something didn't feel right with the car. He stopped in the driveway and got out and noticed his back two tires were flat. Great, he thought. Behind him a white Volkswagen beeped and Samantha ran out of the house with his towel over her shoulder. She saw him looking at his car, said something through the window to her friend, and then came over to him.

"Is something wrong?"

"I've have two flat tires and need to get downtown to drop this off," he said, holding up the envelope.

"We can give you a lift."

"That's alright. I'll call a cab."

"Don't be a fool and I'll be on my best behavior," she said and gave him a mischievous smile.

"Damn it. Okay."

She skipped back over to the car and leaned into the passenger window and he couldn't resist staring at her assets. When he walked over, he saw two teenage girls in the front seats.

"This is Dylan. He's renting the guest house," she said and they smiled at him. 

"Sorry to be a bother," he said as Samantha opened the backdoor and slid in. "I just need a lift downtown near Belvadeer's Bridal Shop."

"No problem," said the driver, a cute brunette girl wearing a white tank top that showed off a yellow bikini top underneath. "I'm Ashley. Hop in."

They backed out of the driveway and towards downtown, blaring John Mayer. Samantha leaned over the middle console and skipped a song, but in doing so put her ass right in his face. He fought himself to not stare and looked out the window.

"So what do you need to do downtown, Dylan? Getting married?" asked Ashley. She smiled at him through the rearview mirror.

"I have to drop this photo album off for them. They hired me to take some photos for one of their weddings."

It was a fifteen minute drive and Samantha was true to her word and remained well behaved. They pulled into the parking space in front of the bridal shop and Dylan got out.

"Thanks for the lift. I'll take a cab back," he said and headed into the shop.

He met Mr. Belvadeer and they quickly exchanged the envelope for a check. When he grabbed his cell phone to call for a cab, he noticed the Volkswagen still idled in the parking spot. He walked out and Samantha stuck her head out the window.

"Come on. We'll drive you back," she said.

He turned the cell phone off and got back in.

"Thanks. I owe you one." For some reason all three girls had wide grins like they were trying to hide something but before he could protest, they sped out of the parking lot blaring pop tunes.

They drove for a ways and came to a stop outside a house. They beeped the horn and a thin girl carrying a towel and a handbag rushed out the door, piling into the car and sandwiching Dylan in-between the two. 

"Whose the guy?" the new girl asked as they sped away.

"He's a friend of mine," Samantha said.

When they stopped at another house and beeped the horn, Dylan knew something was up. A pretty girl ran out and opened the door. Samantha rose off the seat and planted herself right in Dylan's lap. He didn't have time to adjust and his cock and it pinned under her ass.

"Whose he?" asked the new girl.

"He's Samantha's new boyfriend," said the thin one and before he could argue, Ashley turned up the radio and hit the gas.

The girls bobbed heads to the music and Samantha began gyrating her hips. His cock instantly responded and pressed up against her ass. She leaned back so that their faces were side by side and said, "Seems like your big friend likes me." She then bit my ear.

"You promised to behave. You're going to get me kicked out of my new place."

"I am behaving. Plus I won't tell if you won't," she whispered and grinded her ass into his cock.

He noticed that they were heading in the opposite direction to his place.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Just going swimming."

"Damn it, Samantha. I've got things to do. My car needs to get fixed."

The car came to a screeching halt as the light ahead turned red and he grabbed Samantha by her slim waist, his forearms touching the underside of her breasts. She slammed back down on his lap and squirmed back into position.

"Don't be a party pooper," she said. "You can have a little fun can't you." His erection slid up and down her ass and she took his hands to her breasts. "Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself already."

"You're going to get me in trouble."

"You're a big boy," she whispered in his ear and bit his earlobe again.

They pulled two wheels onto a sidewalk next to three other cars. As they piled out, bass blared from the back of a up-scale home. Samantha grabbed his arm and dragged him up the driveway and behind the house. The backyard had an enormous pool with a water slide, a diving board and a hot tub. A few eighteen year old boys and girls played in the shallow end of the pool and a radio on the deck blared tunes. Dylan felt out of place here in his dress clothes. Samantha led him to a set of girls that were sipping on a drink through a straw.

"Hey Tracy," she said. "This is Dylan."

She tipped down her shades at him. Her white bikini with black polka dots could barely contain her enormous breasts "He's cute but a bit over dressed."

"I didn't know I was going swimming," he said and glared at Samantha.

"Can he borrow a pair of your brother's swim trunks?" she asked.

"Sure. You've know where to look."

"Thanks, Tracy," she said, hooking her arm through his and they went inside.

The large house was decked out with statues, fancy paintings, and expensive looking vases. Samantha slid her arm from his and rushed up the stairs. He couldn't help but stare at her ass in her brown bikini bottoms. She did have one of the best asses he had ever seen. She got to the top of the stairs and looked back, grinning. They entered a teenage boy's room. Tony Hawk and various heavy metal band posters plastered the walls and anime models lined several shelves. After rifling through several drawers, she threw him a pair of swimming trunks. He held them up and picked the biggest pair. The one with skull and crossbones on it.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well what?"

"Are you going to leave so I can change?"

"No," she said and leaned against the door. "I missed out on it the first time."

He took his digital camera, that he always carried in his pocket, and wallet and set it on the dresser. He then unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down. Samantha moved from the door and closer to him, putting her hands on his boxers. She looked up into his eyes as she pulled them down. His cock sprang out, smacked against her belly and she wrapped both hands around it.

"I don't think we should..." he tried to protest but Samantha kissed him, darting her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues danced and she stroked his cock. She then got down on her knees and flicked her tongue over his tip. He moaned, leaned back against the dresser and closed his eyes. She then took his mushroom tip into her mouth and ran her tongue in circles over it.

"This is a monster," she said and then put the first inch back into her mouth. She worked her head back and forth but could only take a quarter of his cock before she gagged. His body tingled and he knew that he was on the verge of cumming, so he pushed her back. He grabbed her shoulders, lifted her to her feet and turned her around. Pushing her head down to the bed, he moved behind her. Her beautiful bikini clad ass wiggled at him. He pulled the bottoms down and ran his massive cock up and down her slit. She moaned as her pussy juice glistened his manhood. The tip of his cock pulled her lips apart and as he was about to thrust into her a knock came to the door.

"Samantha are you in here?" asked Tracy. 

"Yeah. We found some swim trunks and he's putting them on," Samantha said. She stood up and put her bikini bottoms back on.

Dylan pulled his swim trunks on, pinning his hard on into the elastic band of the trunks and put his undershirt over it. Samantha opened the door and Tracy looked at her suspiciously. He grabbed the camera, stuffed it into his pants pockets with his wallet and key and followed the girls down the stairs. He found a nice spot to stash his clothes and went to the pool. He needed to get into the water and cool down his hormones. He went into the shallow end of the pool and submerged himself. When no one was looking he readjusted his penis and relaxed. Ashley floated by on a raft.

"Hey there," Dylan said. "I wanted to thank you for the lift."

"No problem," she said.

All of a sudden a boy cannon balled off the diving board and Ashley tipped over. Dylan instinctively reached out and grabbed her before her head could go under. The raft flipped and drifted away. She reached it and pushed it over the side of the pool, but in doing so, pressed herself against him. Her breasts squeezed against his chest and when she turned around, she rubbed her ass against his groin. She gave his dick a squeeze before moving away.

"Samantha wasn't lying," she said and walked up the steps. "Come on, let's go in the Jacuzzi."

He followed her. There were two other boys in the pool already and Ashley sat between Dylan and one of them. They eyed him and made him a bit nervous.

"Whose this guy?" asked one of the boys.

"Samantha's friend."

"Is there room for us?" asked Samantha. She had Tracy, a boy, and the thin girl with them.

The boy didn't wait for an answer and dropped in, making Ashley have to get up and sit on Dylan's lap. Samantha got in and sat on the boy's lap to Dylan's right and soon each boy had a girl on their lap. The music blared and the Ashley began wiggling her ass on his cock as she danced. Soon all the other girls began dancing like strippers. Dylan's cock throbbed and Ashley reached out, stroking it under the water. When the music stopped, Samantha pushed Ashley off of him.

"Time to switch spots," she said and each girl moved clockwise to another lap.

The music started up again and Samantha turned around and straddled Dylan. One of the girls followed suit. Samantha slid her pussy up and down Dylan's rod and smashed her mouth against his, driving her tongue into him. Their tongues battled each other. With one of her hands, she ripped open the Velcro on his shorts and snaked his dick out. Dylan had to scoot down to give her room. He broke his kiss and stared up at the sky as she jerked him off. Samantha was about to turn around when the music stopped and Tracy shoved her off his lap and she reluctantly climbed onto the lap of the boy next to him.

Dylan tried to fish his cock back into his shorts, but the nubile girl straddled him. When her crotch felt his girth against her, her eyes widened and she almost gasped. Then she smiled, pinched both his nipples and began rubbing herself on him. Samantha was putting her tits in the face of the shocked teenage boy and Ashley wiggled her body against the kid opposite him, but eyed Dylan hungrily. Two hands rubbed the top of Dylan's mushroom tip and Tracy ran her womanhood up until it met her hands. She let out a moan as the fabric of her bikini began to stretch, stopping his cock from entering her. She rose up again and he grabbed her glorious tits and squeezed them together. He pinched the nipples between thumb and forefinger and she shivered as she lowered herself back onto his cock, but this time she had slid her bikini to the side and he felt her warmth even through the Jacuzzi water.

He was about to impale her when the music stopped and Samantha quickly got off her partner and onto the next, moving the line of women around, but Tracy needed a bit more incentive before she reluctantly left. The thin girl with small breasts hopped onto Dylan's lap, she let out a yelp.

"Holy shit," she said and the boys stared at him and Dylan shrugged. All three girls smirked. The thin girl turned around and her hair fell in his face. She rubbed up and down his shaft and he held her waist. She shivered with enjoyment as his thick member rubbed against her. The boy next to him had lowered Ashley's bikini and two perfect nipples popped out between his fingers. The thin girl was a bit shier than the others and merely jerked him off until the next song began. 

Ashley wasted no time and nudged her out of the way. She turned around and pinned her ass against his exposed groin. She slid her ass crack up his shaft until his cock popped up between her thighs. She pinned it there and grabbed the head with both hands, gently twisting and turning her hands over it. He bit his lip and concentrated on not blowing his load. She then slid forward and forced his hard-on down. She was on his knee, his cock pushing up on her womanhood and she began moving back and forth in short thrusts.

As soon as the song ended, Samantha pushed her off of Dylan. She wasted no time and grabbed his dick under the water with one hand, pulled her bikini to the side with the other and slid his member into her. Her pussy clenched as his cock tried to fill every inch of her and she eased herself down into his lap. He reached in with his right hand and rubbed the top of her clit. She moaned and slowly began bobbing up and down on his shaft. Water splashed in his face and he had to control himself with the tightness of her. She bit her lip to not scream in ecstasy as his cock engulfed her. Her nails dug into his thighs as she climaxed. He was about to join her when Tracy pushed Samantha off of him before the music had changed and Samantha fell into the lap of the boy next to him.


Guest House Ch. 01



The host of the party had turned around and put her cleavage right in his face. He reached up and moved his hands under the bikini top and exposed them. He took a nipple into his mouth. She grabbed the top of his dick, aimed it at her pussy, and slid it in. She wasn't as tight as Samantha, but was near enough to nearly send him over the edge. Her tits were perfect, tiny pink nipples jutted forth from two cantaloupe sized breasts. She moved back and forth with alacrity and he now noticed some of the other boys in the Jacuzzi glaring at him. He pushed Tracy off of him, adjusted his cock back into his pants, and rose out of the water.

"Where are you going?" asked Samantha.

"I need some air," he said, but knew that he had to extract himself from this situation before he had to fight off several jealous teenage boys.

He dripped water through the house to where he had stashed his clothes. He found a spare bathroom, quickly got changed, headed out the front door, and left the damp shorts in the sink. He had seen a gas station a half mile away and used his cell phone to call a cab to pick him up at the gas station. After that he called AAA to go to the house and check out his Honda. The cab swung around ten minutes later and he got in. As the cab drove down the boulevard, he pulled out his digital camera and checked the images of Samantha sucking his cock. Perfect, he said to himself.



Guest House Ch. 05: Veronica



The first thing Dylan felt when he rolled out of bed was his head. It throbbed. On top of that, his legs felt like he had run a marathon, his back felt like he had fought a tiger, and his cock was sore. Two aspirin, a warm shower, and a bowl of cereal later, he felt his body begin to reassemble itself. It was near to noon and he checked his messages on his phone. He deleted most of them but repeated the one from Veronica.

"Hi Dylan, this is Veronica. We met at Cindy and Carl's cookout. I was calling about some work I might have for you. Give me a call Monday through Friday from nine to four," the voice-mail said.

He jotted down the number and called back.

"Oh, hi, Dylan," Veronica said. "Yeah. I might have some work for you. When's a good time for you to swing on down here."

"I'll get ready and head down in a bit," he said, eager to earn a bit of cash. "Give me the address."

He tore off the paper he wrote the address on and quickly got changed. He slipped out the door and on his way out saw Cindy running up the driveway. She waved and he walked up to her.

"Sleep in," she said. She breathed heavily and he could see the outlines of her nipples through her sports bra.

"I'm not as young as you are," he said and gave her his best smile. "I need more time to recover."

She swatted his arm but beamed from the compliment.

"Heading out?" she asked.

"I have a potential job I need to take care of."

He was about to leave when Cindy asked, "Do you remember Carla falling down? She woke up this morning and is having trouble walking."

"Not that I remember," he said and when he turned, he wore a wide grin.

He arrived at a small boutique shop. The bell chimed as he entered and Veronica stood behind the glass counter talking to a customer. She wore a blue sweater and jeans that didn't do her justice, especially after seeing her fill out that summer dress at the barbecue. He waited until they completed the transaction and then he walked up.

"Thanks for coming down," she said.

"No problem. What can I do for you?" "I've been putting some of my jewelery up on the web but they haven't been selling that well and Kim said you did a great job on her photos."

"That's nice of her to refer me," he said. "I'll be happy to help out in any way I can. Do you have a space in the back where I can set up?"

"Yes. Follow me," she said and slipped behind a curtained doorway.

Dylan followed her into the backroom where boxes were stacked up against the wall. She stepped into a small office but it was big enough for what he needed.

"This is perfect," he said.

He set up his lighting, a black backdrop, and camera. Veronica kept bringing him pieces to photograph. There had to be at least a hundred different pieces. She brought him lunch and finally the shop closed. She hovered outside the office as he finished up the last couple of pieces. He then reviewed some of the photos with her.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I like them," she said. "What about you?"

"Truthfully? I don't know. The shots to me are all bland. Maybe if someone wore the jewelery it might work better."

"I can't hire a model," she said.

"I don't think you need to hire a model. You're practically one yourself," he said and her smile brightened the office.

"You want to photograph me?" she asked.

"Why not," he said. He readjusted the tripod and lighting and took her by the hand, leading her into the office. "Stand here."

She obeyed.

"Okay, now put on those earrings and necklace." 

She did. He walked up behind her and attached the necklace. Her perfume tickled his nose. He then tied her black hair back with a hair tie, positioned her by adjusting her shoulders, and went back to his camera. The lens loved her. He instructed her to try a couple of more positions, hands on hips, arms back, and he tried to get her to laugh.

"How's it going?" she asked, really enjoying the attention.

"Great," he said, handing her some more jewelry to put on. "Do you have another shirt to wear? I don't want every shot to be in the same outfit."

"I could try on a few of the outfits in the store," she said. "Then I could list them on the website too."

"Great idea," he said and she headed out of the office.

She returned a short time later in a black halter top that accentuated her neck, shoulders, and breasts. The black skirt she wore flared out. She spun around and looked at him.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"You look beautiful," he said and began adjusting the camera. He approached her adjusted the necklace, his hands coming in contact with her upper breast. He then arched her shoulders back and pushed her hair back behind her shoulders. He hurried back to the camera. "Now give me the look you give your husband when you want him to come to bed."

Her eyes grew hungry and he felt a jolt rush to his nether-regions as he clicked the camera over and over again. He then had her turn around, stick her bubble butt out and look back at the camera. He held her waist to adjust her, touched her exposed arms, and tilted her chin. After a few more shots, he had her go change. This time she came in a bright red evening gown that stopped above her knee caps. The top dipped down enough to see a a substantial amount of her cleavage. She had put on a diamond necklace and earrings.

"Wow," he said as she moved to the center of the room.

She twirled around with her hands extended and said, "Do you like it?"

"You look exquisite," he said. "You have a very lucky husband."

"If only he knew that," she said. "Where would you like me?"

"How about a powerful shot?" he said and placed her in a wide stance with her hands on her hips. He went back to the camera. "Okay. I want you to look at me like you are demanding something. I have something you want very bad and you are going to get it no matter what. Good. That's it."

She leaned her hip one way and then they other, all the while glaring at him. He stepped away from the camera and walked over and behind her. He pulled down one of the straps to the dress and then took her hand put it on the hem of her dress and had her lift it up some. Her breath grew heavy as he let go of her hand and moved back to the camera.

"Back to sexy," he said. "Now lift the dress a bit higher"

She lifted it a few inches more so that much of her thigh was exposed. The left strap that he had pulled down had exposed half of her breast. She smiled and bit her lower lip.

"That's it," he said, snapping away. "Perfect."

He stepped away from the camera and she straightened up her dress.

"Was that good?" she asked.

"Good? The camera loves you," he said. "You could be a professional if you wanted too."

"Really?" she said, excitement in her tone. She moved over to where she had put several other items she had brought out. "I think I have something to match this."

She preceded to head out and soon came back in gray work skirt and white buttoned top. She paired that with a green emerald stone on a sterling silver necklace. As he was about to position her, her phone that she had placed on her desk began to ring. She picked it up.

"Hello. Hi, honey. Yeah I'm working late also. I'm still at the shop. No problem. Don't drink too much. Love you," she said and hung up the phone. "Now where were we?"

"Go ahead and stand on the same mark," he said and then grabbed the clipboard off the desk. He handed it to her. "Let's go with the naughty teacher look."

He stood in front of her, fixed a few stray hairs, and then unbuttoned more of her buttons, letting his palm rest on the top of her breast as he did so. She stared down at his hands as he did so and then up at him. 

"That's the look right there," he said and hurried back to the camera. "Okay now turn sideways, bend forward just slightly. Perfect." He clicked away as she moved to his commands. "Anything else you want to photograph?"

"I don't want to take all your time," she said.

"Nonsense. I had nothing else to do."

"Well there's some more items. Let's see," she said and went out. She came back with a necklace with seashells. "What could go with this?"

"Any bathing suits?" he asked, hoping for a yes.

"Well a few, but..."

"It's up to you," he said.

"Okay," she said and left. She returned wrapped in a towel, her hair tied back, and she looked very timid. "I don't know."

"It's okay. I want you to be comfortable," he said. "You have nothing to be ashamed about. You are stunning."

That must have given her the courage she needed because she slowly undid the towel to reveal a pure white bikini that hugged her breasts and strained the white string the divided her two globes. The bottom was just as revealing and showed off her fantastic thin waist and voluptuous ass.

"My goodness," he said and she shined her white teeth at him. "You're something else. Why don't you lay down here and we'll take a few shots like you are on the beach."

He took the camera off the tripod, and placed it on the ground. He moved over to Veronica, who was on her stomach. Grabbing an ankle, he lifted her leg up, and then had her put one arm under her chin. He took several shots this way and then had her roll onto her back. His eyes absorbed the luscious image of this woman and he took his time spreading her hair out and adjusting her arms and legs, occasionally brushing up against the sides of her boobs. His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them just a little. She didn't tense up and opened her legs to him, her bikini bottoms did little to hide her intimate lips. He then grabbed his camera and took a few shots from directly above her. His legs were on both sides of her inner knees and he began to slowly kneel down until his now hard cock touched her. She didn't move as he kept taking pictures. He finally stood up.

"Those were great. Some of the best I have ever taken," he said.

"Really?" she said and got up.

He couldn't help but notice her nipples piercing through the white fabric as she adjusted her top and then ran her fingers along the side of her bikini bottoms to pull it out of the crevice of her butt.

"Is there anything else you want to shoot?" he asked.

"Well, I'm all out of jewelry but there might be another outfit to try on," she said and then left. He watched as he ass swayed out of the office, towel in hand.A short time later she came back into the office wrapped in the towel. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"You don't have to," he said.

She dropped the towel and he gasped. She stood in front of him in a lacy black lingerie with matching garter belts attached to black stockings. The tight corset led up to her fantastic breasts. The silk triangle fabric hid the nipples but plenty of milky white breasts showed through the black lace.

"What do you think?"

"I can't think right now," he said. "You are amazing." 

She laughed, but her face turned a shade of red. He moved from behind the camera and stood before her.

"Let's do a few seductive poses," he said and circled around her. The backside of the lingerie was a slim piece of silk fabric that only covered half of both cheeks. His erection strained in his jeans. He moved up behind her, moved one of her hands to rest on her hip, and the other to rest on her knee, causing her to lean forward. He pushed lightly on her lower back and her ass came in contact with his groin. "Perfect."

He rushed back over to the camera and began snapping pictures. Her breasts were about to pop free from the lingerie. Peeling his eyes from the camera, he moved back to stand in front of her. She looked up at him and he had her kneel down. With her eye level now on his straining cock, he reached out with both her arms, brought them up to hold a handful of hair. He kneeled down, and touched her warm inner thighs to separate them a bit. Again he rushed back to the camera, snapping several more shots.

"Wow," he said and detached the camera. He showed her several of the shots. "How about a few more?"

"Sure," she said, standing up.

"Move over to the desk," he said and she did. He moved some of the paper work. "Hop on."

She sat down on the desk, crossed her legs as he snapped away with the camera. He moved closer, the camera devouring her, and he bumped into her legs. She uncrossed them and he used his arm to spread them wider. They opened without resistance and he pressed himself in between them. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he guided her so that she laid down on the desk. His groin pressed against her panties. She wrapped both her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer. His hand touched her black corset on her stomach and she bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with those amazing eyes. His hands slid up and cupped one of her gorgeous boobs. He squeezed it and she increased her pressure with her legs. He put down the camera and used his other free hand to grab the other breast. She let out a long moan and her hips started to gyrate, rubbing up and down the girth in his jeans. His hands continued to squeeze her breasts and she put her hands over his, breathing in quick sharp breaths.

He forced himself to let go of one of those perfect breasts and let his two fingers rub the smooth fabric covering pussy. Gently sliding the fabric between her two lips, he rubbed back and forth over and over again. Her body wiggled and she cupped her own breasts as he increased the pace. The fabric began to soak with her juices and he dropped to his knees, pulled the panties to the side, and buried his face into her. He breathed in her musk and flicked his tongue, lapping her. Her thighs locked onto his head and her hips slid up and down on his face. Her juices sloshed over his face and he used his hands on her hips to steady her to allow his tongue to work on her. It played with her clitoris and he used one of his fingers to slide into her. As he pumped a second digit into her and licked her like she was an ice cream cone. She came in a shuttering ecstacy.

He stood up, wiped her juices off his face with his sleeve, and unbuckled his belt. She rose up off the desk on her elbows and eyed his jeans. He slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles and his monster cock pointed at her. Her eyes widened in surprise and her lips formed a perfect circle. With both hands, he guided it towards her slick hole. The first inch entered her with little resistance but then the sheer width of him began to spread her lips. She clenched her eyes shut and used her hand to slowly guide him into her. She put a hand to his chest to stop him before he was halfway in.

"It's too big," she gasped and he began to pull out. "Don't pull out."

He began to inch back into her and with each new inch, her body clenched. It took some time, but soon his entire cock was in her. Her face clenched and her hands began to massage her own breasts, the nipples standing as erect as his own member. He moved his hands under her legs and held onto her thighs, scooting her closer to him. He then very slowly moved out and then back in. A deep long moan escaped her lips as her hands continued to massage her own breasts. Her warm pussy hugged him and he reveled in the thought of entering this glorious woman. He took his time, inching his dick a third of the way out and then back in. After a minute of this, he began to pick up the pace. He could smell her as her body lubricated around his cock. He watched as her pussy lips clung to him as he pulled out.

He used a finger to stimulate her and she shivered in ecstasy, arching her back and crushing her breasts together. He slipped both hands under her ass and squeezed. She pushed herself into a sitting position, reached behind his head and grabbed a handful of hair. Their lips met and he opened his mouth wide as she drove her tongue into it. It probed him and their tongues wrestled. Her hips bucked against him and her pert nipples brushed against his chest through the fabric. He grabbed some of her hair and pulled her head back and kissed her neck just below her earlobe. Applying small kisses to not leave any marks, he worked his way down to one of her breasts, moving the fabric to the side, took a nipple gently between his teeth and pulled back. It grew in length and then he wrapped his mouth over it and ran his tongue in circles around it. Her hips kept their rhythm. With his other hand he squeezed the underside of her other breast. He then applied the same attention to that one. She let out another long moan and her hands pulled back his head as she released another extraordinary orgasm.

He slipped his cock out of her and she slid to her knees. Her hands held his cock and she took him into her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth while her eyes looked up at him. He was about to lose control and his balls tensed up. It sent out their seed in a giant splash. She stopped bobbing, locked her lips around him, and swallowed him while pumping the base of his cock. She held him in his mouth, running her tongue around his tip and teasing the hole of his dick. Slowly, she moved her head back and his cock came out of her mouth in a plopping sound, a thin string of saliva connected his tip and her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up.

"That was amazing," she said and touched his cheek. "I've never felt anything like that before."

She stood there in her lingerie, her breasts exposed, and he kissed her. His softening cock pressed against her corset and as their tongues met again, it started to rise again. She reached down and caressed it. They locked eyes once again.

"I need to get changed," she said. "How about I take you out for some coffee?"

"Sounds great," he said.

He watched her ass sway out of the room and he grabbed his camera and packed up his gear. When his stuff was tucked away in the trunk of his car, she had locked her shop and they walked across the street to a Starbucks. They sat at a small round table and sipped their coffee. Tori Amos played in the background and everyone around them were engrossed in their electronic devices.

"Listen Dylan," Veronica finally said.

"It's okay," Dylan interupted. "I know that you aren't that type of woman."

She smiled and she reached out and touched the top of his hand.

"Thank you but I wanted to tell you that taking pictures of my jewelry wasn't the only reason why I called you over."

"Really?"

"No. I wanted to ask you for a favor," she said and didn't remove her hand from his. "I think my husband is cheating on me."

"Cheating? Why would he do that when he has you waiting at home for him?"

"You are a charmer," she said. "I don't know. It's a feeling. He's coming home late and our sex life has taken a nose dive. I needed what you gave me today. Thank you. But the favor I need from you is more then sex. I need proof that he is cheating on me and you could provide that for me."

"I don't know. Why don't you hire a private investigator? I'm a photojournalist. I've never done anything like that before."

"I thought about it but I wanted someone I could trust and I knew I could trust you the first time I saw you," she said and those piercing eyes grew somber. "I need you and in exchange for your services. I could provide you with this."

Her bare foot reached up and settled between his legs.

"What if I get caught?"

"Don't."

Her foot continued to massage his crotch and his cock reacted.

"So where should I start?"

"He phoned me tonight and said that he was going to the bar to watch the game after working late. He should be at the office for another hour. Go and follow him, take some pictures, and then email me." She slipped out her business card from her purse and wrote a street address on it. "This is his work address."

He took the business card and slipped it into his shirt pocket. They finished their coffee and she continued to rub his now fully erect cock with her foot. They locked eyes one more time before she got up from the table, slipped her jacket over her shoulder and whispered in his ear.




Guest House Ch. 05: Veronica



"I'll forever be in your debt."

Then she left. Dylan sat there swirling the coffee in the bottom of the cup. He then got up and started up his car. His heart raced as he parked in a spot on the opposite side of the office building that Veronica had given him. He paid for an hour at the meter, popped open his trunk and pulled out his camera. Truthfully, he felt a thrill run through him as he sat in the car and watched the entrance to the office building. Hopefully he hadn't left yet. Twenty minutes later, Michael, two young women, and another man walked out of the door. They all got into separate cars and drove off. Dylan hurried to catch up and stayed four car lengths behind Michael's car. They hopped onto the highway and exited shortly after, pulling into a Golden Goose Club.

Michael waited at the entrance as the group he left with approached and they all entered the club. Dylan waited ten minutes and then got out. A huge bouncer checked his id and then took his fifteen dollars before entering. Not wanting to be spotted right away, he slipped down to the end of the bar and waited patiently while a purple haired bikini clad bartender finished pouring several beers to patrons before working her way down to him. He ordered a five dollar Miller Light and sipped on it. He finally found the group at a table, drinking beers next to a fully naked woman dancing provocatively on a pole. She arched her ass in one of the girls direction and the young lady gave it a light tap that sent the table into fits of laughter.

Someone tapped Dylan's shoulder and he turned around to see a small woman in her forties, thick makeup tried to cover up her wrinkles, and a strong perfume emanated off her.

"Would you like a lap dance?" she asked and flashed her yellow teeth.

"No thanks," he said and turned back to the bar.

One of the young women, a cute brunette, sat intimately close to Michael but it wasn't anything close to inappropriate. Dylan finished his beer and ordered another. A group of strippers mingled around the table now, attracted by the women. One sat down in Michael's lap and another in the other man's now. Then the whole table stood and they all went through a beaded door frame with a sign above it that read: Private Room.

Dylan took his beer and approached the cutest stripper not dancing. She was Asian and had long sleek black hair that flowed down her shoulders. She wore a sliver bikini top and a silver mini-skirt that displayed her round ass. She smiled at him as he approached.

"Hi there, sexy," she said. "Would you like a private dance?"

"I thought you would never ask," he said. She took his hand, leading him through the beaded door and into the darkened room. Curtained round booths surrounded the entire room and she brought him into one, pushed him onto the royal red cushion and pulled the curtain closed around them.

"Twenty dollars," she said and he fished it out.

She seized it and stuffed it into her waist line. Her hips swayed to the bass of a hip-hop beat and she turned around. Touching the ground with her hands, her ass wiggled at him. Her sliver skirt slid up and revealed two tanned ass cheeks. He heard a few girls laughing in the booth next to him, as the Asian stripper moved her ass closer to his crotch.

"Go ahead and touch her," said a guy in the next booth and a woman's sharp laugh was instantly cut off by a moan.

The stripper brought her ass right into his crotch and began bouncing back and forth. Even though he had amazing sex a couple of hours ago, his cock began to react. She then stood up and turned around, throwing her legs over his thighs and sat down in his lap. His hands instantly reached out and grabbed her ass.

"That's so hot," said a man in the other booth as the moans continued.

Dylan's stripper undid her bikini and tossed it on the ground. She cupped her breasts and ran them up and down his face. When she sat down in his lap, his cock pressed up against her. He saw her eyes widen as she began scooting back and forth on it.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Dylan," he said. "And yours?"

"Asia," she said, as she increased her thrusting. "Your friend here looks to be having a good time."

She stood up and turned back around, pressing her ass between his legs. Her small hands held onto his knees and slowly brought her left hand back and touched his tip. It traced its length and girth all the way to back. She then turned around and got on her knees, her hand moving gently back in forth on his cock. Her dark eyes looked longingly at it.

A man's moan broke through the laughter in the other booth and Dylan could hear a bit of slurping noises. He tried hard to concentrate and didn't even notice that his zipper was down until Asiz slipped her hand into his pants. She touched his cock and he jumped. A sly smile reached her lips and she began unbuttoning his pants. Like the expert she was, she had his cock out in seconds. She used both her hands to run up from its base to its tip.

"I have never seen anything like this before. Do you do movies?"

"Huh?" Dylan said, trying to hold his concentration on the booth next door. "Movies? No."

"Well you should," she said and ran her bright red lips up the base of his cock and then down. "You could make yourself a lot of money."

The moaning had stopped in the booth next to him and he heard their curtain open. Asia pulled his dick down so that it pointed at her and she took half of his cock into her mouth. Dylan could see several feet walk past his booth and out of the VIP section as Asia bobbed her head back and forth.

"Listen, Asia," Dylan said and pushed her back by her shoulders. She still held onto his dick as they locked eyes. "You are gorgeous and I'd love to continue this blow job but I'm sort of in the middle of something."

She stood up and placed both hands on her hips. Her dark eyes pierced into him.

"What are you saying?" she asked and turned around and sat on his lap. "Are you saying that you'd rather leave this."

She began thrusting back and forth on his exposed cock. Her pussy slid up and down on his shaft and she grabbed his hands and moved them to her breasts. Despite his need to leave, he instinctively squeezed them. Her intensity increased and she let out several soft moans. He could feel her nipples stiffen. She then turned around and straddled him, pinning his cock against his stomach. Running her pussy up its length, she put her breasts right into his face. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she began thrusting again. Her lips kissed his neck, his ear and brushed his lips. Just as her hands touched his cock, he stood up. She slid off of him and landed on the ground. Her labored breathing had her ample chest moving back and forth.

"Thank you," he said and zipped up his pants. He stepped over her and out of the booth.

He didn't look back as he entered the bar and scanned for Mike. They moved over to another table and were enjoying a few more drinks. This time each man had a woman on their lap. Dylan moved to the side of the bar, pulled out his phone, and took a few inconspicuous shots. They weren't great, especially since he had to turn the flash off. He needed to get closer, so he took the long way around the room.

"Hey there cutie," said a short brunette wearing pig tails and a school girl's uniform. "Want a private dance?"

"Not right now," he said and moved past her.

He made it around the bar and sat in an empty stool next to their table. He kept his back to them and ordered a beer. While he sipped it, he flipped the camera mode around so that he could see the group through his screen. He snapped several better shots this way and even caught the girl kissing Mike's cheek. He quickly shut the phone off and concentrated on his beer. The group behind him finished up their drinks and began heading for the exit. Dylan waited three minutes before getting up to head out himself, but as he was about to leave, the giant bouncer blocked the exit.

"Bianca would like to have a word with you," the bouncer said.

"Bianca?" Dylan asked, looking around.

Another bouncer seized his arm and began dragging him across the bar. Everyone's eyes turned to them as they passed the crowd and entered a side door. It led down a hallway where several strippers were walking by them. The bouncer opened another door and pulled him in. With a some force, the bouncer pushed him onto a black leather couch. Dylan plopped down and noticed a blonde woman behind a large desk. She looked at him, took a puff of her cigarette and then snuffed it out in an ashtray.

"Thank you, Bruce," she said in a heavy Russian accent and stood up. She wore a leather jump-suit that filled out her features. She walked around the desk and leaned against front of it to face Dylan.

"There must be some misunderstanding," Dylan said and eyed the big man as he closed the door behind him.

"Oh, I don't think so," she said. She pushed a button on the desk and the door opened again. Asia walked in. "Is this the man?"

"Yes," Asia said.

"What?" Dylan said. "What did she say I did?"

"She said that you pushed her to the ground," Bianca said. "Is this true?"

"I didn't push her. I simply stood up and she was on my lap. This is crazy," he said and stood up but Bianca slapped a whip against the desk and Dylan sat back down. "What in the hell?"

"Shut up," she spat and walked up to him. She put the rolled up whip to the top of his head and trailed it down his face, neck, chest, stomach and then stopped at his crotch. "Asia has also told me something else about you."

"This is insane. I'm leaving," he said and began to stand but she pushed hard on his shoulders.

"You're not going anywhere or I'll press charges," she said and stepped away.

"For what?"

"Assault and battery against one of my ladies," she said. "Now Asia would you be a doll."

The Asian beauty stepped by Bianca and knelt down in front of him. She put her hands on his belt buckle but Dylan held her hands. Bianca hit the buzzer again and a stripper in a cops uniform came in.

"Dallas, would you please introduce yourself to our new friend," Bianca said.

Her bright red high heels clicked on the office floor as she approached. She sat on the couch next to him on her knees and put her lips up to his ear. Her teeth bit his lobe, stretching it out, and then released it. Asia stopped trying to unbuckle his pants and moved up to his other side and began kissing his neck just behind his other ear. Bianca approached, put her whip under his chin and lifted his face up.

"Will you be a good boy or do you need to be punished?" she asked. The two women on both sides of him grabbed his arms and put them behind his back. The cold steel of handcuffs snapped shut around his wrists.

"What the fuck is this?" he shouted and tried to force his hands free.

Dallas straddled his lap and forced him into the couch. She rose up and smothered her chest into his face. He could feel his belt slide off of him. His button and zipper came next. They slid down his legs and he sat there in just his loose boxer shorts. Turning his head left and right, he tried desperately to get some air but the cop's breasts were relentless. His boxer shorts came next, his flaccid cock now on display. Dallas dismounted him and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Let's see this monster of his in all it's majesty," Bianca said.

Asia fondled it with her petite hands and bent down, resting her forearms on his thigh. She flicked her tongue over the tip. Dallas pinched his nipple and bit it, working her way up his chest, neck and then mouth. Dylan turned his head and she smeared lipstick across his face. He tried desperately to not get hard. Closing his eyes, he pretended that it was Kathy Griffin and Rosanne Barr on him.

"Bring in Rose," Bianca said and Dylan opened his eyes in time to see the Russian release the button on the telecom system.

The door opened and a stunning red head came in wearing a green dress. She approached Bianca and they quietly shared a word. Dallas and Asia backed away from Dylan as the bomb shell approached him and the two strippers began removing his shoes and clothes. Rose placed herself between his legs, bent down, revealing ample cleavage from the green dress. She placed her mouth right up to his ear.

"Hello, dear," she said and used her knees to spread his further. "I just want you to relax a bit."

She reached down and touched his cock. Her deep emerald eyes locked on his and he couldn't peal them away. His penis twitched in response to her gentle caress and he struggled to make it shrink. Her perfume tickled his nose, smelling faintly of the ocean. She brought her thick lips against his and he locked his mouth closed as her tongue tried to pry its way in. Dallas and Asia had moved back onto the couch and were kissing his neck. Despite all his effort, his cock grew and he soon felt all three women's hands on it. Rose leaned over and kissed Dallas and then Asia. Soon all three women were making out in front of him. Asia had lowered one strap of Rose's dress and Dallas the other. The tips of her breasts were the only thing holding it up. Their tongues met in a three way triangle right in front of Dylan's face and all three hands began pumping up and down on his shaft. Now at full girth they stepped aside and Bianca walked up to him.

"Asia, my love," she said and ran her hand down the Asian's cheek. "You were right. This is a gorgeous cock."

She flicked out her other hand to Rose and produced a condom pack.

"If you would be a dear," she said and Rose took the pack.

She opened it, slipped the condom into her mouth and then grabbed his monster cock. As she lowered her mouth over the tip, he could feel the condom squeeze around it. She took as much of him as she could which was an impressive third and then removed her mouth. The condom now securely on, Dallas and Asia moved to the either side of Bianca. Rose pulled down the zipper of her leather suit and Dallas and Asia held the sleeves as the Russian goddess slid her hands free. Her breasts bounced free and she waited until the two women kneeled down to hold onto the legs of the suit so that she could step out. She approached him naked with only the whip in her hand. Climbing onto the couch, she rammed the handle of the whip onto his throat.

"Do you want my pussy?" she asked and increased the pressure. "Beg for my pussy."

"I want your pussy," he said and hoped that she would release some of the pressure, but she only increased it more.

"I said beg," she barked.

"Please may I have your pussy?"

"Much better," she said and the whip's tension lessened but still remained on his neck.

He felt hands on his cock, lining it up with Bianca's pussy and she lowered herself. His tip slid into her and she expelled a long deep moan, throwing her head back. She took all of him into her warm slit as her ass landed into his lap. She began bouncing up and down, slowly at first but quickly quickened the pace. Asia climbed onto the couch to his right and Dallas to his left. They began kissing his neck and then met together at his lips. He couldn't contain himself and his tongue joined theirs. He knew that if it wasn't for the condom, dulling some of the senses, he would've cummed right then. Bianca's pace grew frantic and she had both her hands on his chest as her pelvis slammed into him.

"Do you like my pussy?" she panted.

"Yes," he said after moving his mouth away from the two strippers.

She exploded into a powerful orgasm that sent her hands up into her hair and she arched backwards. She didn't stop her bucking as she slowly came down from her ecstasy and placed her hands onto his shoulders, pulling him forward with each thrust. He leaned into her and slid off the couch, pinning her to the floor. With his hands still handcuffed behind his back, he placed his weight onto her. She tried to wiggle free, but he began blasting his massive cock deep into her. Her hands reached up to his hair and pulled hard. She bit his neck. The pain only made him increase his pace, pushing his cock almost all the way out of her and driving it with as much force as he could into her. "Have her take the cuffs off and I'll let you up," he said into Bianca's ear. Her eyes fluttered with pain and elation.

"Take...the...cuffs...off...oh...my...god...Dallas!" she shrieked as another orgasm overwhelmed her.

He continued to thrust into her as he felt the cuffs click free. As soon as his arms came around, he turned around. He grabbed Dallas, tossed her onto the couch, lifted up her officers skirt, and ripped the panties down her leg. His cock found her hole and his tip, still slippery from Bianca's juices, slid in. She howled as he jammed his rod into her and he buried his cock into her pussy right up to his balls. After a few bucks, her ass began moving in rhythm with his. Rose and Asia had moved over to Bianca to check on her. Grabbing to handfuls of Dallas' ass cheeks, he attacked her pussy. She buried her face into the couch, moaning into the cushions.

Still deep into Dallas, he reached around and seized Asia's arm, dragging her to the couch. She fell down on the cusions and he reached under her silver miniskirt. His thumb rubbed her through her panties. She looked over at the quivering cop and smashed her perfect Asian breasts together as he prepared her. Pulling out of Dallas, he snapped the thin string of Asia's panties and pulled her towards him. She reached out for his cock, lined it up to her, and he entered her. He stood up, put her legs onto his chest, and leaned his weight down, folding her into the couch. He then pounded her relentlessly. With each thrust, a thin squeal escaped her lips. He used his free hand and pushed four fingers into Dallas' cunt, wiggling them around. He felt movement behind him, and turned to see Rose helping Bianca to her feet. The Russian swayed a bit and leaned against the desk for support.

"Please...slow...down...," the petite stripper panted as his giant cock bottomed out within her over and over again.

All of a sudden two hands pulled his shoulders back and he slipped out of Asia, landing on the ground. Rose put a high heeled shoe on his shoulder and forced him flat on the ground. She then hiked up her green dress, revealing that she wore no underwear and sat on his face.

"Eat my pussy," she spat and rubbed her pussy back and forth on his face. It slid over his nose and chin, spreading her juices all over his face. "Do you like how it tastes?"

He couldn't breath and his hands gripped her ass, lifting her off his face. He scrambled to his feet, forced her over to the desk, and pushed down on her stomach. His cock wedged between her ass cheeks and he grabbed its base and began to enter her.

"Oh...please...its...to...big...to...go...there..," she said and he realized that he had just entered her asshole. "It..hurts...be..gentle.."

He pushed an inch at a time into the tightest hole he had ever felt before. He watched as it stretched around his enormous rod. As he fit only half of him into her and began to pull out, but the condom slid off and remained in her ass. His cock popped out and the end of the condom dangled out like a tail of an animal. He calmly walked over to his pants and put them on. The four women, hair all disheveled and breathing heavily merely looked at him as he buttoned his shirt like he was getting ready for work. Tucking in his shirt and tying his shoes, he headed for the door. All four women just stared at him as he opened the door, gave them a nod, and shut it behind him.

He walked back out into the near empty bar and past the bouncers who eyed him up and down before he stepped back outside. When he got into his car, he placed his head against the steering wheel. What the fuck just happened? He fished his keys out and turned on his car. The drive home was a blur as he kept repeating the episode over and over into his head. He almost passed his driveway and had to back up to pull in. When he got out of his car, his legs were on fire and his body felt bruised all over. He fumbled for his keys, entered the guest house and locked it behind him. As he plugged his phone into the charger, he noticed that he had an email from Veronica.




Guest House Ch. 05: Veronica



'Did you find anything?' she wrote.

He thought about sending her the photo, but instead wrote back, 'No.'

Peeling off his clothes, he took a long shower, letting his muscles loosen before rolling into bed and fell instantly to bed.



Guest House Ch. 06: Camping Trip



Dylan put down the phone and folded the scribbled notes he had just jotted down from his conversation with Dr. Lorento. The scientist had confirmed the dates for their expedition into the Hawthorne National Reserves and it left little time for him to prepare. He quickly grabbed his keys and wallet before he headed downstairs to his car. Once in the driveway, he noticed that Tara and her fiance's car in the driveway so he opened the side gate and entered the pool area. He tapped on the glass door that led into the study and slid the door open.

"Hello?" he asked and dipped his head inside.

"We're in the kitchen," said Cindy from inside the house.

He entered, walked around the corner, and into the kitchen where Cindy, Tara, and Samantha sat around the kitchen table, sipping coffee.

"Good morning," he said and took a seat at the table.

"Can I get you some coffee?" Cindy asked.

"That would be great," he said and she got up. He turned to Tara. "I just got off the line with Dr. Lorento and he was very adamant about leaving this Friday."

"This Friday?" the attractive college student said. "I'm free this weekend. I'll just have to see if Richard wants to go."

"A camping trip sounds like fun," Samantha chimed in. "What do you think mom?"

"Now don't intrude, Sam," Cindy said and placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. "This is work for Dylan and Tara."

"It will be fun," Tara said. "Besides I want to spend some quality time with you guys before I head back to school."

"Will it inconvenience you?" Cindy asked.

"Not at all," he lied.

"I'll ask Carl," Cindy said. "We haven't been camping since you were seven."

Cindy began texting on her phone and it beeped back.

"He's got a big meeting this Saturday but said that we could go if we wanted to," she said.

Samantha smiled and locked eyes with Dylan.

"I can't wait," she said and turned to her mom. "Do we still have all that camping gear?"

"I'm sure we do somewhere. Let me check," she said.

Dylan excused himself. How was he to explain to Dr. Lorento that his scientific study had turned into a family vacation? Pulling his Honda out of the garage, Dylan went to the local sporting goods store to get the gear he needed. With little money to his name, he opted for the cheapest gear there which consisted of a small tent and sleeping bag. It would have to do until after his check cleared from the good doctor. When he pulled into the garage under the guest house, his headlights shined on Cindy's ass as she bent over a pile of boxes deep in the garage. He got out of the car and went over to her.

"Hi," she said and wiped some sweat off her forehead. "All this camping gear is in the far back."

"Let me help," he said, not passing up an opportunity to be close to her.

"It's under the encyclopedias," she said as she bent over a blue tarp and pointed behind it.

As she leaned further, she slipped. He reached out and grabbed waist. Their hips touched. He held onto her until she steadied herself and then he moved around the tarp. Lifting up the heavy books, she slipped around him and grabbed a canvas bag that held the tent. She then pulled out two sleeping bags. He carried the tent and followed her back into the house.

"Come on Richard," Tara said, hands on her hips. "You knew that I needed to go camping to take notes for my project."

"But what if my work needs me?" he asked. "I can't give them a day's notice that I will be unavailable."

She stomped off with Cindy following her. Dylan put the tent down.

"Women," Richard said, looking at Dylan. "They expect the world to rotate around them."

Not wanting to take sides, he shrugged as Richard shook his head. He slipped out of the den and back to his apartment. After explaining to Dr. Lorento about the added members to the expedition and apologizing, he heated up some macaroni and cheese in the microwave and began eating. Someone knocked on his door and before he could put the bowl down, Samantha entered.

"Make yourself at home," he said and poured some water into the empty bowl in the sink.

"Well technically this is part of my home," she said and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at him.

She wore tight jean shorts and a buttoned up short sleeved plaid shirt. Enough buttons were undone to reveal some cleavage. Her blonde hair was held back in a pony tail and her dark mascara eyes flickered mischievously at him.

"Aren't you going to help your mom pack?" he asked.

"She's trying to calm Tara down. Richard's being a dick and trying to back out from going," she said and laid down on the bed. With her head on his pillow, she put her hands behind her head. She bent her knees and she spread her legs, revealing a hint of purple underwear. "I slipped out."

He gulped, still remembering how tight her pussy felt around his enormous cock. She began unbuttoning her shirt from the top down, revealing a purple bra. She left her shirt open and bit her bottom lip. Compelled by a force he couldn't stop, he moved to the bed, crawled over to her, and their lips met. They tongue wrestled for nearly a minute as he hovered over her. Her hands ran over his chest and then down to his jeans. She squeezed the base of his growing cock and then fumbled with his belt buckle.

"We can't," he said as he extracted his tongue from hers.

"I need it," she panted and wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her pelvis up into him. "Please."

"Not now," he said, knowing that her mother would be looking for her.

Frustrated, she rolled from underneath him. She gave him a scowl as she buttoned up her shirt. He sat on the side of the bed, facing her. When she did the last of the buttons, she came up to him and kissed him again. His hands gripped her ass and squeezed. Then he let go and she turned around to go.

"I can't wait to go camping," she said, looking over her shoulder at him.

"I'm sure you are," he replied as the door closed behind her. He knew this trip would only lead to trouble. "What the hell am I doing?"

Dylan rolled out of bed early Friday morning after hitting the snooze button for the fourth time. He made a cup of coffee and reluctantly began the arduous task of lugging his camping gear downstairs. Soon he had a pile built up beside the garage door. He opened the door and took his car keys out. Sliding into his seat he turned the key. Nothing. He turned the key again and nothing. He then noticed that none of the electronics turned on. Resting his head on the steering wheel, he noticed that his lights had been left on.

He got out of the car and heard voices from the circular driveway in front. He approached Cindy, Samantha, and Tara who were stuffing the black S.U.V. with their supplies.

"Good morning," Cindy said.

"Good morning," he replied. "Could I ask a favor from you?"

"Sure," she said.

"I need a jump. I must have left the lights on in my car last night," he said and he swore that he saw Samantha grin before disappearing around the side of the car.

"Why don't you just travel with us?" Samantha said.

"That's a great idea," Cindy said. "There is plenty of room. We'll just put your stuff in the cargo hold up top."

"I'm not sure," he said.

"Nonsense. Your car seems to be giving you issues lately anyways. You don't want to be stranded in the woods."

"Okay, but only if I'm not inconveniencing you," he said and headed back to grab his stuff.

With his help, they had the car packed before the sun rose. Cindy got into the driver's side with Tara in the passenger's seat. Dylan and Samantha climbed into the backseat. He put his backpack in the middle of them and gave the teenager a stern look. She crossed her hands beneath her breasts and stared straight ahead.

"Where's Richard?" Dylan asked as the car took off.

"He complained so much about the possibility of not getting a phone signal that I told him to stay at the hotel. It's better this way anyways."

The first leg of the trip went without a hitch and Samantha kept to her side of the car. Then when the car came to an abrupt stop some of the contents from the back slid over the back seat and hit Samantha in the back of the head. She yelped and unbuckled her seatbelt. She moved his backpack to the side and began trying to rearrange the items. She ended up stacking everything in the seat she had been sitting in and taking the middle seat. She unraveled a blue blanket and draped it over them.

"Is everything okay?" Cindy asked, turning down the music.

"Yeah," Samantha said. "I had to pile the stuff in the middle but at least it won't fall again."

Cindy turned the music back up as her daughter placed her hand on his crotch. Dylan rolled his eyes and looked out the window. He tried to concentrate on the telephone poles flying by but Samantha's fingers slid back and forth on his hardening cock. Soon his cock pressed hard against his cargo shorts. She took his hand and placed it on the warm flesh of her leg. Involuntarily his fingers massaged her and traveled up and down her leg until it came in contact with her cotton shorts. His pinky slipped underneath the hem of the shorts and felt the velvety panties beneath. Her hand pulled down his zipper and slipped inside. Her small hand grasped the base of his cock and tried to slip it out but it wouldn't budge. Leaning into his shoulder she used her other hand to unbutton his shorts. Now his cock slipped free. Her palm rubbed over its tip, around and around, and his fingers rubbed up and down her panty clad slit.

She bit her bottom lip and leaned into him while spreading her legs as wide as they could go. It allowed him to slip his fingers underneath the panties and into her up to his knuckles. He slowly pumped his fingers back and forth and her hand gripped his cock. He eyed Cindy in the front seat, oblivious to what was happening behind her. He played with her daughter's pussy for a few minutes before taking his fingers out of her. Her musk filled his nose and he wiped it the bottom of the blanket. She regained her composure and traced her fingers down the length of his dick. Electric goose bumps rose on his arms as she delicately ran her fingers back and forth along his girth as if pondering what to do with it. The car pulled into a gas stationed and they both straightened. He took the opportunity shove his cock back into his pants. Cindy pumped the gas and then tapped on Tara's window.

"Why don't you drive a bit?" Cindy asked Tara. "You know I hate driving."

"I really don't want to," she said. "How about Samantha?"

"You up for it honey?" she asked

"Sure," she said unenthusiastically and Dylan got out of the car to allow Samantha to slide out and Cindy to get in.

He stretched and then got back into the car. Samantha closed the driver's side door, latched her seatbelt and started up the car. They soon were on their way once again. Cindy leaned back, their hips touching each other, and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around her. He tried to concentrate on the window, but kept thinking about the contact between them. She readjusted herself by lifting up her feet, placing her head on a rolled up sleeping bag next to her. After several minutes her feet moved onto his lap. He put both his hands on top of them as his groin began to twitch under the new contact. She was now in the fetal position and her ass pressed against his him. Slowly his cock began to rise and pressed against the side of her feet.

He wasn't sure why he did it but he began massaging the bottom of her feet with his thumbs. She let out a soft moan and wiggled in pleasure, her eyes closed. He continued for a few minutes and her feet began to move back and forth on his now fully erect cock. Electric energy tingled throughout his body as he made circles on this gorgeous woman's feet. Was it his imagination or did her body begin to press harder into him?

Then his phone in his pocket vibrated. He pulled it out and read the text from Dr. Loranto. He had arrived at the campsite and was waiting for them. Pulling up the map application, he texted back that he was only a couple of hours away. He kept his phone out, rested his hands on top of Cindy's feet, and gave Samantha directions until they pulled into the Hawthorne National Park.

Cindy sat up as they arrived at the Forest Ranger's guard shack and paid for entrance and the camp fee. Samantha handed several maps to everyone and then they entered the park. The tall pine and spruce trees created a canopy over the SUV and they traversed the winding road towards their campsite. Dr. Loranto had reserved two campsites deep in the woods and it took some time to finally arrive. As they parked next to a silver Prius, a slim man wearing dark rimmed glasses and binoculars around his neck emerged from behind a small tent. He waved to them as they piled out of their car.

"Dylan," the middle aged man said and they shook hands. "I'm glad you could make it."

"My pleasure. This is Cindy and her beautiful daughters Samantha and Tara," he said and introduced them.

"Glad to meet you all. Why don't you set up here and I'll make us something to eat," he said.

Dylan helped unload the SUV and had his tent set up in a few minutes. He stuffed his camera, clothes and food into the tent and then went to help the women set up. Tara had her own tent but Cindy and Samantha shared a bigger one. Once everyone was set up, they sat around a small campfire and ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches prepared by Dr. Lorento. Dylan was worried that the doctor was upset that he had invited the ladies on this trip, but as Tara began talking to him about various species she had studied at college, the doctor was totally enamored.

The sun dipped behind the trees and the stars began to sparkle. So after another sandwich, Dylan decided to crawl into his tent for some sleep because they planned for an early start tomorrow. Tara and Dr. Loranto continued to chatter as he heard Cindy and Samantha crawl into their tent. Sleep came pretty fast and he had a vivid dream that Cindy had slipped into his tent, unzipped his sleepy bag, and crawled inside. Her lithe fingers caressed his manhood as it grew. He could take it no more as she scooted down in the sleep bag and her bright red lips wrapped around his...

He opened his eyes wide and looked down at his bulging sleeping bag. Who was down there sucking his cock? He opened it up and saw Samantha in a fetal position, two hands wrapped around his cock, and her teenage lips slurping on his mushroom tip. She wore flannel pajamas and looked up at him.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

She grinned and then went back to sucking his cock. She rubbed it against the inside of her cheek and then down her throat. He leaned back, his hands on her head. It felt so good. She continued to work on the tip of his cock while pumping the base with her two hands. Now that the sleeping bag was open, she straddled his knees and began working more vigorously on him. His release was eminent and he didn't want a mess in his tent so he pulled her head off of him by her hair. He needed a little too much force to do so, but he eventually pulled her up towards his face. She slid up his body until she pinned his cock between her legs.

"Your mother is in the tent next to us," he whispered but she ignored him and buried her lips against his. Her tongue flicked around his like a snake searching for a scent. He didn't reciprocate and pulled her back. "We can't."

"I'll be quiet," she whispered. "Besides, she's a heavy sleeper and takes a few sleeping pills each night to help her sleep."

She sat up and began unbuttoning her top, revealing her milky white breasts. They looked so tantalizing. Her perfect nipples jutting out, inviting him to touch and he couldn't resist. Both breasts fit perfectly in his palms and she ran her hands up and down his chest while her pelvis rubbed back and forth on his exposed cock. After a few seconds of stimulating her nipples, his hands squeezed her ass.

"I want that huge cock inside of me," she whispered, stood and removed her flannel bottoms.

She wore no panties and she grabbed the tip of head, guiding it into her tight pussy. Her warmth enveloped him and he could feel the walls of her vagina clench against his girth. She let out the beginnings of loud moan, but he put his hand over her mouth, stifling it. She lowered her self slowly down until his entire cock impaled her. She then gyrated her hips back and forth, digging her nails into his chest. Her eyes were a mixture of pain and ecstacy and he kept his hand over her mouth. She continued to moan into his hand while increasing her pace. He could feel her juices begin to coat his balls and he wanted so badly to grab her perfect ass, but he feared taking his hands off her mouth and waking her mother.

He rolled her over and onto her back, smothering her mouth with his. Their tongues rolled around each other and he began to thrust his hips back and forth. She moaned into his mouth as he kept up his methodical pace. He once again cupped his hand over her mouth as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Sucking it between his lips, he ran his tongue in circles around it. He squeezed it and opened his mouth as wide as it could go to fit it in. She bucked against his member, craving a more rougher pace, but he needed her to be as quiet as possible.

She clenched her eyes shut as he bottomed out inside of her and then slowly pulled back. The walls of her vagina seized against his manhood and the sensation almost sent him over the edge. He pushed his chest down onto her and put his head next to her's and cupped her tight ass with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. Her legs wrapped around his ass and squeezed.

"I want you to cum inside of me," she mumbled into his hand as she ran her hands up his back and into his hair.

To have this gorgeous teenager writhing under him and begging him to release into her almost sent him over the edge. He had to concentrate hard to fight back the tightening of his balls and to have them slowly relax. His hand continued to kneed her ass as he regained his composure and began sliding in and out of her again.

"I..think..that..," she began to mumble. He covered her mouth more tightly and stopped pumping as she shivered in an orgasm.

He knew that he had to stop. They were dangerously close to getting caught so he pulled out of her and gathered her pajamas.

"Time to go," he whispered and she reluctantly got changed. He peeked his head out of the tent flap. Nothing stirred and he turned back to Samantha. "No more surprises."

She finished buttoning her top, leaned over and wrapped a hand around his still hardened cock, stroking it while they kissed.

"That was awesome," she whispered and crawled out of the tent.

He watched her swaying ass as she entered her tent. She was going to get him into massive trouble. Zipping his tent closed, he put his blanket over the wet spot Samantha had made and eventually went back to sleep.

He awoke to the smell of bacon. Stepping out of his tent, stretching, and giving a loud yawn, he saw Dr. Lorento handing out paper plates with scrambled eggs and bacon to the three women. They all sat around the campfire on logs.

"Rise and shine," Cindy said. "Sleep well?"

"I did," Samantha said and wore a sinister grin.

"Yes, thank you," he said and took the plate from Dr. Lorento. He sat down next to Tara. "What's the plan doctor?"

"We pack up and head deeper into the woods. It's only a few hour hike to a nice campsite and from there we can try to capture a few pictures."

"Sounds good," Tara said. "The weather looks perfect."

They finished their breakfast and began to pack up. Dylan finished his quickly and made his way over to Dr. Lorento who was sliding the straps of his backpack over his shoulders.

"I want to apologize if bringing my friends here is an inconvenience ," Dylan said, keeping his voice down so that the others didn't hear.




Guest House Ch. 06: Camping Trip



"Nonsense. Besides I'm not paying you for this. Oh, speaking of that, Dr. Stevenson has been pestering me. He keeps saying that you aren't returning his phone calls. He keeps telling me to tell you that he wants you to come in and discuss how that pheromone spray is working. He is waiting to get the clinical trials underway."

Dylan's eyes darted around.

"I know, I know. Its hard to explain right now, but I promise that I'll get back to him in a few days," he said. "Let's keep this between us though. I don't want to get him in too much trouble."

"Of course," Dr. Lorento said.

"Ready guys?" Cindy asked.

She looked fantastic. Her blonde hair was tied back and she wore one of her jogging outfits that hugged her body. The backpack's shoulder straps pushed her breasts together to enhance her cleavage. Tara, the younger version of her, wore a more hiker friendly outfit with cargo pants and a buttoned up shirt with enough buttons undone to show a wife-beater tee-shirt underneath. Samantha had on tight fitting yoga pants and a spandex shirt. They all had their gear on their backs.

"Ready when you are," the doctor replied and they all began the long hike through the woods

.

By noon, they stopped near a clearing off the side of the path that had been used on numerous occasions for camping. They set up their tents and ate some peanut and butter sandwiches for lunch. The doctor entertained them by describing every bird that he saw and the women at least pretended to look interested.

"We'll head up to that crest of the hill and we'll be able to see down into the valley," the doctor said.

While Dr. Lorento went to get his notes, Dylan made an extra sandwich and put the food into his tent. Tara followed Dr. Lorento and began drilling him with things about how the environment had changed in the last couple of years. They continued their discussion as they began their hike up the slope towards the crest of the mountain. Dylan walked with Samantha and admired the swaying action of her mother and older sister's ass. At the crest they sat around, looking down into a picturesque valley below. A waterfall fell into a small lake and eagles circled just above. He began snapping pictures all around for a few minutes. Dr. Lorento kept pointing to different birds for shots as he jotted down notes in his little book.

"Let's head down to the water there," Samantha said.

"The trail we were taking branches off and winds down there," Dr. Lorento said. "Just follow the double yellow symbols."

For the next hour he snapped bird after bird. When he went to focus on a particular bird resting on a branch, he noticed the three women in their underwear. Tara, in a purple bra and panties, stepped gingerly into the water, while her mother in a white bra and panties moved in beside her. Samantha's naked body streaked by and dived in. Dr. Lorento was oblivious to what was happening below as he dutifully took notes. Focusing his lens, he could see Tara's amazing body. Her breasts strained against her bra and when she bent to cup water to wet her hair, her thong did little to hide her ass. Cindy sat down on the shallow end and dipped her head back in the water.

"Did you get the shot?"

"Huh?" Dylan said, getting shook out of his reverie.

"I think that is a Barnacle Goose," Dr. Lorento said and pointed to the sky.

Dylan readjusted the camera and took a few more photos, but every time the doctor went back to his notes, he swooped back down to check out the beautiful women below. They were drying off and getting changed again. By the time they arrived back up on the crest, Dr. Lorento had finished up.

"We'll eat lunch and pack up," the older man said. "Then we can hike up a little further for the day."

They ate and then headed up a steeper terrain that had them climbing around boulders, but they emerged on top of an enormous ledge that overlooked the entire park. They sat down the rocky floor and took in the view.

"See there," Tara said and pointed to the north-east. That's the petroleum fields."

There were a few towers surrounded by cleared land amidst the vast green foliage. A thin trail of black smoke rose from one of the metal towers.

"That's about another day's journey," Dr. Lorento said. "Dylan, quick, over there! That's a Northern Lapwing!"

Dylan swung his camera around and clicked away, getting several great shots. The doctor kept pointing out birds and Dylan snapped away. After awhile they made their way down to their tents. The sun was on its decent and as soon as they approached their camp, they noticed that there was a problem. Debris littered the ground. Everyone hurried to their tents. Dylan and Tara's tents were destroyed. Something had clawed through the side and had gotten into the food.

"Looks like we were visited by a bear," Dr. Lorento said. "He got into our food here and what you stashed in your tents."

"Great," Dylan said, looking at the disaster that was his tent.

"We can salvage some of this food," Dr. Lorento said. "But your tent is shot."

"I guess you're sleeping with the good Doctor," Tara said to Denaton. "I can bunk up with my mom and sister."

"Fantastic," he muttered under his breath and looked at the small tent. "I think I'll sleep outside in my sleeping bag."

"There's plenty of room in our tent," Samantha said. "It's really meant for a family."

"No," he said, knowing what Samantha was capable of. "I'll just rough it. It's camping right?"

They ate what food they could salvage from the unopened cans and then decided to hike down to the lake, not letting the bad luck damper their trip. Once down there, Dylan stripped down to his black jockey shorts and waded into the water. The ladies wore their bikinis underneath their clothes and stripped down. Diving into the crisp water, he felt the grime and dirt wash off him from the day's hike. When he emerged from the water he noticed the women creeping in. Dr. Lorento sat upon a rock, notebook in hand, and pretended to jot down notes while checking out the gorgeous women. Dylan swam over to them and sat in the shallow water. Cindy sat next to him and Tara on the other side. Samantha dove under the water, splashing water over them.

Two geese swooped down and majestically, sliding onto the lake's surface as the sun began it's decent. The trees and mountains reflected off the lake's glass surface. It truly was breathtaking. Samantha rose from the water, her wet bathing suit clinging to her young frame, and she squeezed the water from her hair.

"It's so beautiful here," Cindy said. "Thanks for inviting us."

"No problem," Dylan said. "Thanks for coming."

Tara rose from the water and walked over to Dr. Lorento. Samantha took her spot. He put his hands down behind him and leaned back. It brushed up against the side of Cindy's exposed butt. She didn't move. Having his hand touch her flesh sent his heart racing, but Samantha splashing him with water put that to rest. He sputtered and rose to his feet.

"Samantha!" Cindy shouted, water getting her too. They both rose to their feet but Samantha attacked them with more water. "Stop that!"

Dylan approached the teenager, despite the constant splashing and picked her up and tossing her. She entered the water in a satisfying splash. He then turned around but Samantha pounced on him and he stumbled into Cindy. All three fell in a heap. He extended his hands on both sides of Cindy so that his whole body's weight didn't fall on top of her, but with Samantha clinging to his back, he pressed down on her. Her breasts squeezed against his chest and his face hovered inches over her's. They locked eyes for the briefest of seconds and as he pushed himself up, his crotch pushed against her bikini bottoms. Samantha slid from his back as he got to his feet and he walked out of the water. The brief contact with Cindy had him semi-hard and the outline of his cock was obvious. He dried off with his shirt and noticed all three women sneaking glances at him when they thought he wasn't looking.

They all dried up and made their way back to camp. The fire crackled as they all ate hotdogs that the bear hadn't touched and they cooked over the fire. Cindy brought out a box of wine and passed it around. They drank until it was empty. The cloudy sky hid the bright stars and Dr. Lorento decided to go to bed since he was heading back tomorrow. Cindy took two sleeping pills and washed it down with a gulp of bottled water. Dylan sat beside the fire with Samantha and Tara discussing how they were going to head up to check out the petroleum fields. Buzzed from the wine and the meager dinner, Dylan wobbled a bit as he stood. Tara and Samantha went into the woods to relieve themselves and Dylan went over to his destroyed tent. He brought out his bag containing his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. He slipped into comfortable gym shorts and sprayed a tiny bit from the silver aerosol can. The women returned and both entered the tent. He pulled out his sleeping bag, holding up the top of his tent to get it out.

"Are you coming in?" Samantha asked, sticking her head out of the tent.

He moved over to the tent and Samantha smiled as he slipped inside. He put his sleeping bag in the corner of the family-sized tent. Cindy was already asleep in the middle of the tent. Samantha, wearing tight blue shorts and a plain white tee-shirt held open sleeping bag that stretched over the three women, displaying Tara. She looked amazing. Her tight blue tee-shirt hugged her breasts and her silk pajama bottoms clung to her tight body. Samantha spread the bag back over all three women. He unrolled his sleeping bag at the foot of the tent and tried to get in, but their feet were in the way.

"Just come over here," Samantha said and tossed open the sleeping bag.

He knew it was a bad idea, but he slid in-between her and her mother. He noticed that Cindy had on a long tee-shirt and that showed off her long legs. The teenage girl then tossed the sleeping bag back over them. His body wedged between the two women and he wiggled until he was comfortable. Samantha curled up to him and her slid her arm over his chest. He brushed it away but she slowly inched her hand back again. He didn't want to cause a scene, so he left her hand there. Her mouth came right up to his ear and she bit his earlobe and her hand slipped down and under the elastic waste band of his shorts. She found his cock and gently squeezed it.

"Don't," he whispered. He could hear Cindy snoring next to him and he knew Tara was still up. He grabbed her wrist and forced her hand out of his shorts.

She puffed out her lower lip and turned around. She pushed out her ass so that it touched his hip. He scooted over a bit and put a bit more pressure against Cindy. She mumbled something and turned on her side, facing Tara. Now both delectable asses pressed into him. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down enough to go to sleep.

Just as he was about to slip into sleep, he felt Samantha stir. She put her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around him. Tara's soft rhythmic breathing joined Cindy's snoring. He knew that Samantha wouldn't let things alone and she slid underneath the covers and pulled his shorts down. He stifled a protest as her hands held his member and she put his flaccid member into her mouth. It immediately began to grow. He reached down and grabbed her shoulders and lifted her off his now erect cock. She looked up at him with a bit of anger in her eyes. He placed her back to her spot and then turned to the side facing Cindy. He forgot to lift up his shorts and his now exposed cock touched Cindy's shirt covered ass. Samantha spooned him from the other side and pressed him against her mother, trapping his hands against Cindy's back.

He laid there for a few minutes and Samantha finally fell asleep after several futile attempts at seduction. Sandwiched between these two women, he listened to the increased volume of their snoring. He tried to wiggle free to get enough room, but that only made his cock slid up and down Cindy's bubble butt. To his amazement Cindy pushed slowly back. His mind reeled. Freeing his right trapped between them, he let it rest on Cindy's side. Unable to resist, he gently raising Cindy's shirt. It slowly crept up and over her hips. Their bare legs touched each other. Finally his cock touched her ass. Was he really doing this? She still continued to press back against him. His hand roamed down her side and touched the thin string of her panties that wrapped around the warm curve of her waist.

Samantha, asleep, still clung to him, her head buried into the sleeping bag, her body pulled tightly against him. He lifted his head slightly to see Tara. She had the sleeping bag wrapped tightly around her and her eyes were closed. When he put his head back down, his lips settled on the back of Cindy's neck. He lightly kissed her and began traveling kisses up the base of her neck and touched her earlobe. She let out a slight moan and her ass that he had been staring at for weeks pushed back and then swayed back and forth on his enraged cock. His hand trailed up from her waist and inched its way along her rib cage, bringing up the shirt with it. His heart beat heavily as his fingertips brushed the outside of her chest. He nearly shot his load right then when he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. Ever so slowly, he slipped his hand up, searching for his prize. His index finger touched her nipple and her ass pressed hard against his cock, lodging it right in between her ass cheeks. Using his two fingers, he barely touched the nipple, teasing it and it grew.

She stirred and he quickly brought his hand away, but after a few seconds she settled back to sleep. Emboldened by her response, he grabbed his cock and manuevered it so that Cindy's ass now press hard against his abdomen. He then slid his hand back to Cindy's perfect breast, squeezing the bottom of it gently. She pushed back against him and when her legs spread a little, his cock sprang up to fill the void. He couldn't believe that his cock rested against her panty covered pussy and that his right hand gripped his landlord's knockout wife's breast. On top of that her daughters were in the tent with them. She let out an almost inaudible moan and her thighs squeezed against his rod. Ever so slowly, he began to thrust his hips back and forth. His cock slid back and forth over her pussy. His hand continued to squeeze her breasts.

"Mmm...Carl," she whispered in a slur.

He stopped, making sure that no one woke up. Cindy kept gyrating back and forth and her hand had covered his own. After several intense seconds, he continued to dry hump the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The contact of her ass cheeks and the pressure her thighs had his cock ready to explode. He gave her breast one more squeeze before trailing his hand down to her ass. Running his palm over the warm smooth flesh, he gripped it. His fingers moved down to the g-string that ran between her ass. He had to scoot back as his fingers continued their voyage between her legs to where his cock rested. Her juices cover her thighs and when his fingers touched her most private of areas, she let out a loud gasp.

He froze. Did he go too far? Samantha rolled over and Tara remained still. His fingers, still resting ever so gently between Cindy's thighs, didn't move. After an excruciating amount of time, his fingers began to slide back and forth over her panty clad lips. Her hands moved down and grabbed the head of his cock poking out between her legs. He almost lost it right then as her delicate palms circled around his girth. He slid her panties to the side and lightly ran his fingers over her clitoris. Her grip on his cock increased.

"Oh, Carl," she murmured and her ass wiggled against his stomach.

He slid in his index finger, knowing how wrong this was. She thought he was Carl, but he couldn't resist. Her juices lathered his finger and he could hear the squish as he rotated his index finger in a circle. Her ass bucked back with more gusto and his face, buried in the nape of her neck, could smell her conditioner. Her hands squeezed a bit too hard on his cock as he slid in another finger and worked them in and out several times. Her head leaned back and and her hand came up and gripped his hair, tugging it. Her body shivered and she let out a loud moan.

Tara stirred and he quickly rolled over and faced Samantha. Cindy's older daughter sat up and looked around. Seconds felt like hours as she scanned the tent before settling back to sleep. Ever so slowly, he inched his shorts back up and tried desperately to go to sleep, but the image of his exploration of Cindy's body remained lodged in his memory. After an eternity he finally found sleep.

He awoke what felt like a minute later to talking and he kept his eyes closed.

"Don't wake him," Tara said. "How did you sleep? You woke me up."

"Really?" Cindy said. "I slept great."

They got up and he heard them leave the tent. As soon as the zipper on the tent closed, Samantha's hands slipped into his shorts. He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the teenager's head as she took his flaccid cock into her mouth. He pulled her back.

"Not now," he said and hurriedly pulled his shorts back up.

He ignored her glower and got up. As he exited the tent and saw Dr. Lorento packing up. He walked over to him.

"Good morning," the doctor said, putting his sleeping back next to his backpack. "Sleep well?"

"Good enough. What's your plan?" he asked.

"I'm heading back today. Listen Dylan, we need to talk. We've been avoiding the elephant in the room for too long now. I can hold off Dr. Stevenson for only so long. We understand that you needed to do this photojournalism thing, but we both could lose our funding if they find out that you are using the spray without FDA approval. Not that I blame you. Those women are gorgeous," he said, his tone dipping down so that only they could hear. "Just be careful okay."

"I will," Dylan replied. "And I'll talk to Dr. Stevenson after this trip. I promise. I need another favor from you."

"What now?"

"Could I use your tent if you don't need it anymore?" he asked.

"Oh, sure. Just bring it back to me when you deliver the photos. I thought you wanted some more spray," the doctor said.

"Thanks," he said and the women emerged from out of the woods. "I can't thank you enough."

"Be careful," his friend said. "You're a good kid and it would be a shame if you wasted your potential. Plus the trials haven't even started and there is no telling what the side effects are yet."

"I'll be careful," he replied and he helped the doctor load up his stuff.

The doctor said his goodbyes to the women and even took Dylan's broken tent back with him to throw away. When he was gone, he helped the women take down their tent and pack it up. It was early afternoon before they began their final hike. The trail they were on grew more trecherous and Dylan heard a yell from behind him. He rushed back to see Samantha had taken a fall.

"I'm alright," she said, rubbing her ankle. She favored her right leg when she tried to stand. "I think I sprained it."

He found a level spot and they placed her down on the ground. Her ankle began to swell and he had her prop it up.

"We should head back," he said.

"Why not set up camp here?" Cindy asked. "That way you and Tara can head out and take the pictures and then you guys could head back here."

"It's too far to make it there and back in one day," Tara said.

"Take our tent and we'll use the doctor's," Cindy said.

"It's a one man tent and Samantha needs the room to prop her foot up," Dylan said. "I'll sleep outside in my sleeping bag and Tara can use the doctor's tent. Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Yeah," Samantha said, wincing in pain.




Guest House Ch. 06: Camping Trip



He helped set up their tent and by late afternoon, Tara and Dylan hurried down the trail to make up time. The sun dipped and evening neared when they found the first clearing of forest. He snapped picture after picture. Huge trucks scattered around an oil tower and a wide path had been cut through the forest for pipelines. They followed the pipes and he took several more pictures. Tara kept pointing to different places and he kept shooting. Finally, as dark descended, they came to what looked like a small village. Men in hard hats strolled back and forth and oil trucks lined up next to enormous oil vats. Switching to night vision, he snapped away. 

"That's about it," he said. "We should head back."

She nodded and he grabbed her hand in the dark, leading her into the woods. As they followed the pipe back, the sound of approaching ATV's echoed behind them. Still holding her hand, he pulled her into the underbrush. Four vehicles screeched past them with their lights on. They waited a few minutes and then scurried, following the directiont he vehicles went. After a half and hour they heard them coming back and Dylan and Tara once again jumped into the underbrush as they passed.

"They're probably checking the pipes before calling it a night," he said as they climbed out of the brush and hurried down the path after the lights of the ATV disappeared.

After they entered the woods again and felt comfortable that they were out of range, Dylan set up the tent. He placed his sleeping bag next to the tent and Tara went inside to change. She came out a short time later in a pair of soccer shorts and a tee-shirt. Dylan went inside the tent and changed into the same outfit he wore the night before and also sprayed a bit from the aerosol can on him and made sure some of it settled inside the tent. He left. Tara brushed her teeth next to the tent and Dylan joined her.

"I guess I'll call it a night," she said and entered the tent, zipping it behind her.

Dylan settled into the sleeping bag and curled up. He waited but Tara must have fallen asleep. As soon as he was about to give up and succumb to sleep, a few raindrops began to fall. He slipped his head under the sleeping bag to avoid getting wet. The rain began to increase in tenacity.

"Dylan?" Tara called. "Get in here."

He scrambled out of the bag and hurried inside, but in the process, his shirt became soaked. There was little room in the one person tent, but he slid his shirt off and placed it in the corner of the tent. She sat Indian style on top of her sleeping bag. His clothes and camera were in one corner and her belongings in the other.

"Are you soaked?" she asked.

"Just a little," he said. "The shorts aren't that bad."

She slipped under her sleeping bag and he settled next to her, his head resting on his dry clothes. He shivered a little.

"Get in here," she said and zipped down the side of sleeping bag.

He climbed in and zipped up the bag. It pressed himself against her and he tried to adjust himself so that his back pressed against her's. They settled his way for awhile until she rolled over and spooned him. His dick instantly hardened as this spitting image of Cindy moved up against him. Her tits pressed against his back and she placed her hand on his elbow. He could smell her intoxicating perfume. They stayed this way for awhile and then Dylan made a bold move and turned around. Her head rested under his chin, her knee slid between his thighs and he reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her into him. She didn't resist and scooted in, pressing their bodies against each other. Her leg could feel the girth growing in his shorts.She pulled back just enough to look up at him. Their eyes locked.

"We can't do this," she said. "I'm engaged."

Her body lied though and her hips began to gyrate over his quad.

"We don't have to," he said.

He leaned forward, bringing his lips close to her's and she closed the rest of the distance. Their lips met and opened slightly. Her tongue darted into his mouth and searched for his. They entwined and danced as her body succumbed to it's desire. Her nails dug into his back as her body pressed into his. His hand trailed down her blonde hair and back before cupping her ass in a hard squeeze. Her head fell back and his lips trailed down her neck, just under her ear. He bit her earlobe, drawing it back gently.

"We shouldn't," she breathed out heavily, but her hand slipped under the backside of his shorts hand squeezed his ass. "Its wrong."

"I know," he replied. His other hand trailed down her cheek, neck, shoulder, and then cupped her firm breast. "Just say no and we'll stop."

Instead she moaned as his hand kneaded her breast and their lips met in another lustful kiss. Her grinding increased against his thigh and her hand pinched his nipple hard which made him more aggressive. His hand slipped up her shirt and her nipple was already hard. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger. She bit his bottom lip as her hand fell away from his nipple and down his abdomen and to his shorts. His hard cock was wedged against her leg. Her fingers pulled down the elastic waist band and touched his mushroom tip. She pulled back her hips just enough to allow room to pull the band of his shorts under he balls. Her hand touched the base of his cock and slowly worked its way up to the tip.

"Hell no," she moaned. "That's not going to go into me."

Her hand never stopped stroking as his own enjoyed her perfect breast. He made another bold move and rolled on top of her. He adjusted his knees so that they were inside her legs, spreading them, and he moved his hands to hers, their fingers entwining. Leaning down, he kissed her gently, his tongue finding hers. Their lips locked, air tight and her hands clenched his. When they broke the kiss, she panted, her eyes hungry. He pushed her up so that her head hit the end of the tent. It allowed him room to slip under the sleeping bag. Her hands grabbed a handful of hair as his mouth approached her womanhood. Her sent filled his nostrils and he parted his lips mere centimeters from her. He used one hand to pull aside her panties as his other hand spread her intimate lips. He then inserted his tongue into her. Her body tensed and her fingers shoved his face into her. Her hips wiggled and he had to wrap his arms around her thighs to slow down her gyrating. Finally he gathered a rhythm, circling his tongue around her pussy, her juices running down his chin. She let out short quick moans and she arched backwards. He slurped in some of her sweetness and moved a hand to allow him to insert a finger. That sent her over the edge and she shivered. A flick of the tongue and the rubbing of his thumb sent her body into a frenzy, her hips bucking wildly on his face.

After his tongue grew weary, he rose up and out of the sleeping bag, slipping his shorts all the way off. In the dark tent, he could just see her raise up on her elbows and eye him. Her breathing still labored and her hair was a bit disheveled. He rolled on his back next to her, his massive cock pointing skyward. She looked at it and then back at him. He gave her a smile and she slowly moved down until her hands touched it, wrapping them around his girth.

"It's so big," she whispered.

He gave the back of her head a gentle nudge toward his cock and her lips grazed the top. They parted over his mushroom tip, locking tightly. He felt her tongue roll around and around and he clenched his eyes closed as she removed the cock from her mouth with a loud pop.

"I've never seen anything this big before," she said and put it back into her mouth.

She played with the tip for several seconds and built up the courage to take in more of him. Two inches, three, and soon she bobbed back and forth on four inches and there was plenty more to go. His right hand reached out to where he had put his clothes. He grabbed his camera, turned it on, and set it to the nighttime settings which shut off every light on it while setting the camera to film in night vision. He propped it up on the pile of clothes so that it pointed at them. She had been too busy working on his cock to notice what he did.

He ran his hand down her silky blonde hair, her back, and finally cupped her ass. He let her work on his cock for several minutes, though she never got lower then four inches of it and mostly sucked on his tip. He then lifted her up, and pulled her shirt over her head. Her beautiful tits swayed as her hands came back down and she smiled coyly at him. He pushed her hips and guided her to straddle him.

"I'm not putting that huge thing in me," she said.

She sat down, pinning it between her wet pussy and his chest. Grabbing and squeezing her ass, he pushed her back and forth along his member. Her moist pussy lips spread over his girth and her nails dug into his chest as her head looked down at his enormous cock pass back and forth. Every time she slid towards him, his tip slipped past her hole, just briefly, but she moaned incredibly at each pass. The next time she had slipped past his tip, he rolled her onto her back. His head pressed against her womanhood.

"Its too big," she said. Her eyes grew wide as he pressed forward. "Oh...my...god!"

His cock entered her tight hole, spreading it. Her pussy enveloped his head and he gently pushed forward. Another inch entered her. She tried to squirm away, but he held onto her shoulders, which caused another inch to jam in.

"Gawd!" she squealed. Her pupils rolled into the back of her head and her mouth gaped open.

Another inch.

"Stop!"

He did and started to slowly pull out of her but she grabbed his ass to stop him from exiting her.

"Don't," she gasped. "Just go slowly. I've never felt something like this before. The pain and pleasure mixing together. Ohh...it...feels...so...different."

He smiled and continued his entrance into her most private space. His eyes riveted on her breasts as they rose and fell with her deep breathing. Two nipples surrounded by wide areolas invited his kissing and he bent down to bring one into his mouth. He closed his lips around one, flicking his tongue over its tip. He lifted his head back, created suction with his mouth and pulled it back until it plucked out of his mouth. He did the same to the other. Her hands roved over his hair, neck, and shoulders.

He finally had half of his cock into her and he straightened up. Grabbing her legs, he pushed them up and they dangled over his biceps. Ever so gently, he rocked back and forth. She writhed. Her pussy clenched against his girth and he almost orgasmed as he looked down to see how his cock spread her lips. He focused on the back of the tent and fought down the surging desire in his loins to release. Once it passed, he began to increase the pace. Now a third of him worked his way into her and finally he bottomed out.

"I'm...going...to...cum...," she panted and then released a torrent. Her body shook and her eyes clenched shut. "UGGHH."

He didn't stop and increased the pace as she began to come down from the orgasm. The bright moon cast enough light in the tent for him to take in her magnificent body writhing beneath him. Her breasts kept their mesmerizing bounce each time he entered and exited her tight pussy. She bit the bottom of her lips and her hands gripped the sleeping back beneath her.

"I've never...felt like...this before," she panted.

He pulled out, needing a second to collect himself, and she actually looked disappointed. He rolled onto his back, his cock pointing skyward. She sat next to him, her hair disheveled, and threw one leg over him. Her naked body leaned down and pressed against his, pinning his cock between their stomachs. Her breasts smashed against him and she pecked his lips, smiling. She reached down with her hand, grabbed the middle of his cock and rubbed it against her until it caught in her hole. She paused a second as she eased down on it. Her warmth once again enveloped him. Letting gravity do the work, she slid down his shaft until it fully engulfed her. Then she raised up her body with her knees and began to lift and fall, lift and fall. Her nails dug into his chest and her eyes clenched shut. He laid back, hands behind his head and took this all in, briefly checking the camera to make sure it took it all in.

He watched his cock disappear with each bounce and those perfect globes jiggled delectably. His hands searched them out, squeezing, rubbing and pinching to his hearts desire. She did all the work and his hands roved this early twenties beauty. Her slim hips, firm ass, and fantastic tits succumbed to his touch. She pulled up a little too far and his cock fell out of her. He used this brief respite to guide her off of him and he got up.

"Turn around," he commanded and she got down on all fours. He put his hand on her ass and positioned her so that she faced the camera. He ran his enormous dick up and down her slit over and over again. "How bad do you want this?"

"Please," she begged.

"How bad?"

"I need your cock in me," she pleaded. "I've never felt anything like this before."

He then inserted it in. Inch after inch penetrated her and she instinctively tried to crawl forward, but his hands held onto her pelvis. He didn't stop until his stomach rested against her round ass. He gave it a hard squeeze before pounding her. Their skin smacked against each other like a drum. Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Please...slow...down...," she panted. Her head rested against sleeping back as she held on for dear life.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Stomach against ass. Over and over. He stretched her pussy to the limit and she erupted in a second orgasm. Her body shivered and she howled. He was close as well. His balls tightened. He wouldn't last long with the pace he set and then he pulled out, spraying cum over her ass. He groaned and after he was spent, he grabbed a his shirt and wiped her ass off. He balled up the shirt and put it near his other clothes. Naked, he laid down next to his landlord's daughter. She snuggled up next to him, resting her head on his chest, her arm draped over him. They locked eyes.

"Please don't tell anyone about this," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know what came over me, but I love Richard."

"Don't worry," he said and ran his finger down her cheek, catching a tear. "It was only sex. That's all. Two people sharing an intimate moment."

Her arm hugged him and her leg moved over his. They stayed this way for some time until she fell asleep. Their naked bodies entwined. He reached over and shut off the camera. Sleep came easy to his tired body. They awoke shortly after sunrise and dressed quietly. He put on a fresh shirt, stuffed the dirty one in the bottom of his backpack and helped take down the tent. After the short trek back, they found Cindy and Samantha sitting beside a fire. Their tent already down and ready to head back.

"How's the ankle?" Tara asked.

"Better," Samantha said. She used a long stick for support and walked with a limp, but she was able to move around.

Dylan helped carry most of Samantha's gear as well as his own. Saddled down with two backpacks, he trailed behind with Samantha as Cindy and Tara moved up ahead.

"Did you sleep with her?" Samantha asked as the gap between the two groups were enough to not overhear.

"What?" he asked. "Are you crazy?"

"Just wondering," she said.

"No need to worry," he answered. She still had a jealous look and he tried to change the subject to various topics, but she kept bringing it back to the subject.

"All alone in that cramped tent," she said.

"I could've slept outside," he responded.

"In the rain?"

She had him there.

"She's engaged," he said as if that were an impenetrable armor.

"Sure," she said, anger welling up. She walked a bit ahead and they didn't talk for the rest of the trip.

They made it back to the SUV by mid-afternoon, stopping only briefly to eat. Exhausted, they hurriedly piled the gear into the car and drove off. He leaned his head against the window, staring off at the pink sky and tried not to think about how he had just fucked the gorgeous college student in the seat in front of him, but as he closed his eyes, those images once again flooded his mind. Staring at the passing landscape, he caught Cindy's reflection in the window. He has had two of these beautiful women in this car with him, but the one he truly wants is just out of reach. He closed his eyes and tried to recall that image of them together in that tent. His hand went to the near empty aerosol can in his bag. He wasn't sure how much he had left, but his chances at her were dwindling fast.



Guest House Ch. 07: Conclusion



Work in the past week had dried up for Dylan and he desperately needed some cash flow. Luckily he had enough saved up from a couple of photo shoots and a corporate engagement from the prior week that he had the guest house paid for until the end of the month. He walked up the stairs to his apartment above the garage and fumbled with the keys while holding two bags of groceries that he hoped would last him for three weeks. Once inside, he put the bags down on the kitchen counter and began unpacking. Looking outside the small window over the sink, he noticed Samantha and a few friends lounging by the pool. She wore a tight fitting brown bikini that made her mediocre size breasts look much bigger. Her blonde hair was tied back and she had a pair of sunglasses on. As he put his meager stores away, he noticed that his answering machine's light was blinking and hit the play button.

"Hello, my name is Brenda and I am calling because I was recommended by a mutual friend, Cindy. I am looking for a photographer for my wedding and it is slightly an emergency. If you could call me back at this number..."

He quickly jotted down the number and called back.

"Hi this is Dylan," he said, as a woman picked up. "Is this Brenda? Good. You called about a photographer? In a week? That's awfully short notice. Wow that is generous. I can't pass that up. Okay, please hold on." He grabbed a pen and paper. "Okay go ahead."

He jotted down the information and said his goodbyes. His luck might finally be turning around. A massive destination wedding at a ski lodge and they would pay for his room and board plus expenses. He could never imagine having that type of money that he could just throw it around like that. Like clockwork a knock came to his door and Samantha didn't bother waiting for a reply before entering. She still hobbled a little on her sprained foot, but she had ditched the crutches days after arriving back from their camping trip.

"Hello Samantha," he said.

"We were wondering if you would come down for a swim?" she asked. He had to admit that this eighteen year old blonde had a tight body and knew how to flaunt it. She had put on some denim shorts that revealed the bottoms of her ass cheeks and had on her brown bikini top that enticed him.

"I don't know," he asked but the more he stared at those blue eyes and her bright red lips, his other anatomy began taking over from him.

"Please," she said and puffed out her bottom lip. She stepped right up to him and grabbed his shirt, drawing him to her. "Pretty please."

They kissed. One of those passionate kisses where sex was all but implied. He pushed her away before he threw her on the bed.

"Give me a few minutes," he said and wiped the waxy lipstick from his lips.

She let go of him, twirled around, and swayed her hips voluptuously as she headed towards the door. Before she left, she turned around and caught him checking out her ass. Giving him a sly grin, she blew him a kiss and closed the door. Looking out the kitchen window, he saw her limping towards the swimming pool and towards her girlfriends. They all briefly glanced up at the window and he walked towards the bathroom where his swim trunks rested on the bathroom counter. He gave them a quick smell test before putting them on and then grabbed one of the towels on the floor.

When he opened the gate to get to the pool, Samantha and her friends were lounging in beach chairs. He threw his towel on one of the unoccupied chairs and began to peel his shirt off. He could feel these eighteen year old girls eyeing him and he had to admit that he enjoyed it. He then walked over to the shallow end and slowly stepped into the pool until his trunks were submerged. He meandered over to the side of the pool where the girls were at and leaned against the wall. Sarah had her beach chair almost all the way back and here massive breasts were barely contained in the yellow and orange bikini. She eyed him through her sunglasses.

Samantha moved over to the stairs in the shallow end and began to slip into the water. He stood there, leaning against the side of the pool as Sarah bit her bottom lip and eyed him hungrily. Luckily the cool water kept his erection down, because all he could think of was her beautiful body that he had seen in all its glory weeks ago. A splash ripped him from his revelry and he turned to see Samantha emerge from the water. Her body glistened as the water cascaded down her hair and over her breasts. Her nipples poked through the thin material. She balled her hair up and rang it out. She then grabbed one of the rafts and climbed on. Her bikini bottoms hugged her tight ass. He turned back to Sarah who gave him a wide grin like he had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar.

The raft that Samantha had climbed on bumped into his back and he turned to see her dip her good foot into the water before a splash caught him in the face. She laughed and tried to paddle away, but he caught the end of the raft and flipped it over. She tumbled into the water in a satisfying shriek. He saw her swimming under the water towards him and he tried to run backwards but she was faster. She caught his swim trunks from the waistband and pulled down hard. He gripped the front of the shorts to keep them from falling too far down, but they slipped down to his thighs. She surfaced and put one foot onto the back of his shorts and used it to push herself onto his back. She clutched his neck and he instinctively reach up to her. That drove his shorts all the way down. She flipped over him. He caught her in his arms and tossed her forward but in the process, his shorts were now floating away from him. When he turned to search for them, he saw Tara grinning from the edge of the pool and dangling the pair of shorts in front of her.

"Damn it," he said. "Come on guys."

Just then the pool gate swung open and Cindy stepped in. She looked absolutely stunning as she always did. Her blonde hair was tied back to reveal the nape of her neck. Her bright red lipstick made him wonder what it tasted like. But it was her body that drew his attention. Her breasts strained against the white tee-shirt she wore and the fabric of her mini-skirt hugged her bubble butt.

"Hey guys," she said as she slid the glass door to the house open. "Oh, Dylan, did Brenda ever get in touch with you. She called in a panic and I gave her your number."

"She did and thanks for that."

"No problem. I hope you can make it. Should I tell her that you are on board?" she asked before stepping inside.

"Sure, but I still need to hammer out some details," he said and grabbed the raft that had drifted by to cover his lower body.

Samantha swam over and climbed onto the raft from the opposite side. He had to let go as she paddled away. So he made his way to the edge of the pool.

"Okay," Cindy said. "I'll give her the good news and let her know that you would get in touch with her."

"Sounds good," he said as the door to the house slid behind her. "Damn it guys! Give me my shorts."

Sarah waved the shorts in the air, taunting him.

"Come on out and get them," she said.

Anger welled up and it only got worse as Samantha splashed him with water.

"Cool off. You're too hot and bothered right now," she said.

He had enough and dived toward the raft and flipped it. She went under the water and he dived in after her. While she tried to swim away, he grabbed her bikini bottoms and tugged. She fought to keep them on and he tugged even more. She was running out of breath and had to relent. She swam up for air while he remained on the bottom of the deep end with her bikini bottoms in his hand. He surfaced to a splash in the wash. The chlorinated water burned his eyes and he swam toward the torrent of water. Reaching out, he pushed her under but she had grabbed his cock and pulled him down by it. They sank to the bottom and locked eyes for the briefest of seconds. Her hand began pumping back and forth on his cock. It began to grow despite his protest. Eventually they both resurfaced for air with her hand still grasping him and dragging him to where the could both stand.

Sarah had moved to the stairs and waived the shorts in the air. He would have to either walk on his knees or expose himself to get to her. All of a sudden the glass door slid open and Cindy walked out. Sarah quickly put his shorts behind her back and Samantha let go of his cock and edged away. Dylan swam over to the edge of the pool to hide his exposed lower half.

"Do you want something to drink?" Cindy asked Dylan.

"I'm fine," he said and realized he still held Samantha's bikini bottoms balled up in his hand.

"I'm going to go dress shopping for the wedding, Sam. Do you want to go?" she asked.

"Only if I can go to the wedding too?"

"You know that you can't. It's a small ski lodge and the rooms are all sold out."

"Then you can go ahead," Samantha said and swam over next to him.

"Okay," Cindy said and slid the door open again. "If you change you mind, let me know."

It only took a second as Samantha's gorgeous mom slid the door shut behind her that the cute eighteen year old reached under the water and grabbed ahold of his dick once again. It was already softening.

"Game over," he said to Sarah who had entered the shallow end with his shorts behind her back. It made her already huge breasts strain against the bikini top. "Hand the shorts over."

He walked toward her and dragged Samantha along. He dropped to his knees to avoid exposing his lower body as he edged closer to Sarah. Then with a wild smile, she tossed his shorts high into the air and it landed on one of the lounge chairs close to the sliding glass door.

"Damn it," he muttered and tried to assess his options. All of a sudden Sarah pounced on him. Her massive jugs smothered the back of his head and he went under the water, knocking Samantha down in the process as well. Sarah wrapped her arms around the back of this neck and held on for dear life as he pushed up out of the water, nearly forgetting that he was fully naked. He gasped for air and wiped the water from his eyes.

"I'm going for a run," Cindy said and closed the sliding glass door behind her. She wore tight fitting running shorts and a sports bra that showed off her ample breasts. "I'll be back shortly."

"Have fun," Samantha said and splashed Dylan in the face with water while backing up.

He watched his landlord's hot wife close the pool gate behind her and then made for the stairs to get his shorts, but Sarah jumped on him again. Her massive breasts landing on top of his head and she wrapped her arms around his neck while squeezing his midsection with her thighs. Her weight pulled him backwards and back into the water. Not sure how, but Samantha had dived under the water and began pumping his cock again. While he was extremely frustrated, his cock had other thoughts and began to respond to the attention. He remained under the water long enough that Sarah had to let go and head up for air. He then followed and stood in the shallow water, his cock pointing up and out of the water while Samantha kept her meticulous caressing. She then dropped to her knees and took in the head of his exposed cock.

He quickly turned towards the pool gate. He knew Carl was at work and Tara and Richard were not coming today, but this was dangerous and could possibly get him kicked out, but he couldn't help damper the fact that two extremely hot teenage girls were near him and one had her lips wrapped around his member. He gave in and shuffled a little more towards the shallow end until his entire erect cock was out of the water. Samantha smiled as she shimmied closer and began working on it some more. Sarah bounded forward and knelt beside her. They both wrapped their hands around it's base and took turns devouring his monster cock. He kept a diligent eye on the pool gate and would be able to see shadows from the other side. Sarah knocked Samantha to the side and placed his cock up through her breasts that her bikini top strained to keep contained. It slid through her massive globes and hit the bottom of her chin.

She smashed her breasts together and began rocking back and forth on her knees. Samantha stood up and began kissing him. His hand gripped her exposed ass and brought her into him. He then began rubbing her pussy vigorously. He was on sensory overload and his balls were beginning to tense up so he broke free from their grasp. He lost his balance and sat down in the shallow end. Pulling his cock free like that had brought Sarah's bikini top up and off her breasts. They hung there like gravity didn't exist. Two perfect pink nipples around large brown aerolas. Samantha pounced on him and landed in his lap, pinning his rigid cock next to her exposed womanhood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Sarah swam closer and to his left. Her massive breasts hovered just above the surface.

Samantha brought her hands down and maneuvered his shaft in line with her womanhood and then sat down. Her eyes clenched shut as his enormous cock filled her tight eighteen year old pussy. Her nails dug into his chest and he had to use his hands for leverage behind himself to stop from going under the water. Still some water splashed into his face as she began bouncing. Sarah rubbed one hand over her right breast while the other hand worked vigorously under the water. Dylan leaned forward and grabbed a handful of Samantha's tight ass. He squeezed it and helped her find her rhythm. After several bounces Sarah shoved her out of the way.

"My turn," she said and grabbed his cock. She then swung one leg over his waist and aimed his cock into her. "Damn...it...is...so...big."

She bounced and he could not help but be mesmerized by her enormous breasts as they flopped around and kept smacking the surface of the water. He took both of them into his hands. Bringing his lips onto one of her nipples, he tasted the chlorine water. Her eyes fluttered as his member bottomed out within her and she bit her bottom lip so hard that he was afraid she might break skin. She then let out a massive shutter and her body clenched. His own orgasm was only a short distance away and he did not want to cum inside this teenage girl or leave a mess in the pool, so he pulled her off him. Samantha tried to fill the space, but he quickly got to his feet and rushed out of the pool.

"Where are you going?" she called out, as he bounded up the stairs stark naked and towards the beech chairs.

He noticed a shadow coming from the other side of the fence as he reached his wet swim trunks. Throwing one leg in and then the other, the door swung open. He quickly dived back into the water as Cindy entered the pool area. When he emerged, she was closing the glass door behind her. He looked at Samantha and Sarah who both grinned at him. Sarah had fixed her top, but Samantha's bikini bottoms still floated in the center of the pool. He tossed them to her and she grabbed them. He waded in the water, away from the girls until his erection subsided and then went to the stairs. When he rose out of the water, he realized that his shorts were on backwards. The girls giggled around him, but he kept moving over to one of the beach chairs and took Sarah's towel.

"Hey!" she yelled, but he ignored her and headed out the gate.

Once inside his apartment, he leaned against the door and exhaled. That had been a little too close and nearly spoiled everything. He went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and finished off what the teenage girls had started, but with the image of Cindy on his mind.

He kept to himself the next couple of days and ignored the constant teasing that Samantha threw at him. With his last project completed and sent off, he only had that wedding to attend. The invitation had arrived and included a train ticket to the resort, the room number, and several other items. He had his suitcase packed and open on his bed. He reached down and picked up the plain silver aerosol can. Only a small amount of fluid rested at the bottom. Placing the cap back on, he put it into the suitcase and zipped it up. A knock came to the door and he saw Cindy in the door's window.

"Hey," she said, as he opened the door. "I just wanted to tell you that the taxi is here."

"Thank you," he said. "I just finished packing and I'll be right down."

She gave him that warm smile that felt like a shot of smooth whiskey and turned to go. Even in a plain white tee-shirt and sweat pants, she looked gorgeous. He watched her go down the stairs. That perfect ass swayed side to side and forced himself to pry his eyes away from her. Double checking his cameras and all the necessary equipment he needed, he closed everything tightly and headed downstairs. Carl placed his suitcase into the trunk of the yellow cab and held his hand to Dylan for his bags. After everything was put away, Dylan sat in the front seat and they headed to the train station.

Once there a group of young teenage boys in Amtrak uniforms helped place the bags on a cart and escorted them to the their proper train. The last train ride that he had been on was when he was a child and his mother had taken him to the city. They had left their car in the commuter parking lot and had gotten on the long train. He shoved down the lump in his throat and handed one of the Amtrak agents his ticket. Dylan then followed Cindy and Carl in. The whole wedding party had rented out the back seven cars. Cindy and Carl greeted everyone with handshakes and hugs. Awkwardness overcame Dylan and he settled toward the rear of the car and allowed the group to mingle.

"Dylan," Cindy said. "Come on over. This is Brenda."

"Ah," Brenda said. She was cute and had large brown eyes and brown hair with blond highlights which barely touched her shoulders. What made her adorable were the freckles on her cheeks and she sported a wide smile that made her very inviting. "So this is the photographer living with you guys."

"A pleasure to meet you," he said and he shook her hand. "This is quite the setup."

"Thank you," she said. "Nathan is a train enthusiast and this was his idea. I didn't like it at first but now that we're here, I think it is a great idea. Nathan, this is Dylan our photographer."

A ken doll of a man turned around from a conversation with two other gentlemen and extended his hand.

"Dylan," Nathan said. "I can't thank you enough for coming on such short notice. You are doing us such a huge favor."

"I should be the one thanking you with all these accommodations," he said.

"Enjoy and feel free to help yourself to anything around. You are our guest."

Nathan rejoined his friends and Dylan slipped away to find his bunk number. He used his card key to open the door. The room was cramped. He laid his camera bag on the floor beside the fold out bed that was strapped to the wall and sat on the small single couch. The train jerked forward slightly and he saw the train station pull away. Stretching, he sat back and enjoyed the scenery.

A knock came to the door and he opened it. An Amtrak employee brought him some towels and toiletry. He placed them next to the small sink and headed out with his camera. As he closed the door, he heard someone in the room opposite him.

"I'm not going to be shut in here through the whole trip," said a woman's voice.

"They're your friends," said a male. "Go and mingle then."

The door opened and a stunning brunette stepped out. She looked up at Dylan with the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Her dark mascara highlighted them and his breath instantly left. She wore a tight black mini-skirt which she smoothed out. Giving him the briefest of smiles, she moved down the hall towards the sounds of conversation. He followed with camera in hand. His eyes moved to her ass and her mini-skirt hid little to the imagination. Once in the crowd, he flowed to the corner and began snapping pictures. A small bar and bartender stood in the center of the car and the congregation gathered around it. He snapped a picture of Cindy and Carl as they talked with another group. He then went down to the woman he had just seen in the black mini-skirt. She had saddled up to the bar and ordered a drink. As he was about to take the picture, she looked over at him and they locked eyes again. She smiled and went back to her drink.




Guest House Ch. 07: Conclusion



Ever so slowly, the group began to dwindle as passengers began heading to their rooms. Now only ten or so people conversed around the bar. He had taken enough pictures and went over to the bartender to order a Miller Light. As he drank it, he turned to the green eyed brunette.

"I guess I'm your neighbor for this trip," he said and extended his hand. "Dylan."

"Carmen," she said and they shook hands.

"Your husband tired?" he asked, as he noticed the ring on her finger.

"He's a bit socially awkward," she said, as she rolled her eyes. "Well he is only with my friends. He seems to shed his inability to interact when it is with his friends."

Just then Cindy and Carl moved over to the bar. The insurance broker had his arm around his wife's waist with the other hand holding onto a clear plastic cup with a dark spirit inside.

"I see that you met our new tenant, Carmen," Cindy said. "Where's Terry?"

"Hiding," she said, sipping her drink. "He won't come out to play."

"A shame," Carl said. "I have a great new opportunity for him."

"No work on this trip," Cindy said, slapping Carl's shoulder.

He laughed and his phone rang. Cindy raised an eyebrow has he answered it.

"What?" Carl asked. "I told you that the deal was not supposed to be finalized until the ammendments were agreed to."

He then walked to the back of the car to continue his conversation.

"So much for that," Carmen said and the two women laughed. "So where did you find such a hot tenant?"

Dylan almost spit out his drink and roughly swallowed.

"He kind of found us," she said. "We couldn't of found a better tenant though."

She lightly touched his arm and he couldn't help but feel a tad guilty.

"You are too kind," he replied and put his empty beer on the bar.

Carl came back to the group, shaking his head.

"They can't do anything without me being there," he said. "Sorry. Where were we?"

"Talking about not letting work creep into this trip," Cindy said with a smile and Carl laughed.

"Right," Carl said. "Won't happen again."

"Where is your cabin?" Carmen asked Cindy.

"We're on the third car down," she replied. "We really haven't settled in yet."

"No need to since we'll be arriving tomorrow morning," Carl put in and waved his empty glass to the bartender who promptly replaced it with a full one.

"Have you ever been on a train overnight before?" he asked Carmen. He could get lost in those eyes.

"No," she answered. "Though its been more fun then I imagined even if Terry is being a recluse."

They chatted for awhile and Dylan's buzz began to kick in before he realized that he hadn't eaten anything.

"I need to get something to eat," Dylan said.

"Dinner will be served in your cabin," the bartender said and slipped him a menu.

He looked it over and selected a cheeseburger and fries. Carmen took the menu from him as well and ordered a strawberry salad and a bottle of wine. The menu then passed to Carl and then to Cindy. They looked over the menu and ordered.

"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow," Dylan said, placing his glass on the bar.

Back in his cabin, he changed into a pair of sweatpants and tee-shirt before laying down in his cot. He watched the landscape zoom by out his small window. He heard Carmen close the door across the hall.

"You awake, Terry?"

There was silence shortly after and Dylan. A knock came to his door and he opened it. An Amtrak attendant handed him a tray of food and Dylan signed the receipt before closing the door. Inside his room, he put the tray down on the small table and opened the lid. Two meals were there. Worried that he was going to be double charged, he moved to the door to catch the attendant before he left. As he opened the door, he saw Carmen exit.

"Did you get my meal?" she asked. "I had them deliver it to your room because I didn't want to wake Terry. I hope you don't mind?"

"No," he said. "I was a worried that I might get double charged."

She smiled and moved past him to enter the room. There wasn't much space and as she sat down on the edge of the foldout bed, her skirt slid up her long tanned legs. She took her meal and began eating the salad. With no other place to sit, he took a seat next to her. He kept stealing glances at her legs and inch by excruciating inch they spread open a little. Some salad dressing dripped onto her chin and she put the bowl down. To his surprise, she crawled over his lap to get the napkins on the edge of the table. He could feel the weight of her thighs press down into his lap and he fought the impending erection. She pushed herself up, making eye contact with him, and dabbed the dressing off her chin. Those green eyes sparkled dangerously and he gulped down his burger.

"Well," he said, trying to keep some consistency to his tone. "Are you enjoying the train ride?"

"I am," she said, never breaking eye contact. She sat up and placed her back against the wall at the end of the bed. She brought her knees up and he saw her bright blue panties covering her swell of womenhood. He almost let out a gasp. "Are you?"

"It really is..." Her knees parted slightly. "...perfect."

"Perfect?" she asked almost purring the words. Her black skirt had risen so high that they were nearly up to her hips. Her panties shown in all their glory. "Tell me what has grabbed your attention?"

She bit her bottom lip and her eyes looked down to where his cock strained to release from his sweatpants. He knew that this woman's husband was just across the hallway but he couldn't control the tidal wave of lust seething inside of him. He moved toward her, hungry. His lips met hers, closed at first, but soon they both parted. Their tongues fought each other, sliding around and around. Her hands ran down his cheeks, neck, and then thick shoulders. Her mouth tasted of an odd mixture of ranch dressing and bourbon. He let his hand slide down her side to cup her left breast and gave it a quick squeeze. Her hips moved methodically back and forth, rubbing up against his naval. Soon she became almost animalistic in her kissing, driving him back, even biting his bottom lip. Her hands gripped the top of his shirt and nearly ripped it off of him. Then she moved onto his sweatpants and easily wormed their way past the elastic band, pulling out his enraged cock. For the briefest of moments she paused and looked at it. Her hands wrapped around its girth.

He followed suit and reached for the blue velvet strings of her panties and thrust down. She shifted her legs so they slid off. There was no foreplay, no easing into it. This was pure lust. A fire that consumed them both and she guided his member to her opening. Scooting into position, they made eye contact as he entered her. Those emerald eyes squinted as he stretched her like no one had before. She pushed him back slightly as she took in mixture of pleasure and pain but as he was about to pull out of her, she grabbed his ass.

"Don't," she panted. Her eyes still clenched. "Just go slow."

He did. Inch by inch, he filled her until he was entirely inside her. She had grabbed the back of his neck so hard that it had lifted her almost off the bed. He lowered himself and began lightly moving back and forth. Her juices flowed out of her and soon a slapping sound emanated with each thrust. Her hands move to her breasts and squeezed them, but it was those eyes that captivated him. He kept looking into them. The pleasure and pain in them was intoxicating. As he increased his momentum, her soft pants grew into a low murmur. She began to moan loader. Scared that her husband might overhear, he put his hand over her mouth to stifle some of the moaning. She only wrapped her legs around him and began meeting him with her own thrusts. She then bit him rather hard on the hand and he pulledit away. She gave him a wicked smile. He tried to pull out of her but her legs wouldn't let him. He had to use a little force to extract himself from her.

"You have to keep it down," he whispered.

She didn't answer. Instead she rolled over, sticking her ass up into the air towards him. Her pussy glistened and invited him. Pulling toward it like a tractor beam, he positioned his cock into her warm opening and began inserting himself. As soon as his purple mushroom tip entered her, he pushed her face into the pillows and slammed his entire rod in. Her body convulsed but he gave her no time to recover and began pounding her while keeping her face in the pillows. Their flesh slapped together slightly drowned out her muffled moans of pleasure. He wasn't sure exactly how long he worked her, but the overwhelming surge from his loins began to throb. He quickly pulled out of her as he began to release. Thick sprays of cum landed across her backside. Drained, he sat down on the bed and Carmen, on all four, moved over to him, placing her lips on his cock and sucking him dry. He used the napkins on the tray to wipe her ass clean and tossed them onto the tray.

As she continued to rub his cock against the inside of her cheek, he began to get erect again, but he had to stop this. He was playing with fire here and he wanted to remain employed on this trip. So he needed to end this. Despite the urging from his lower region, he pulled her off him.

"We need to stop this," he said.

"Why?" she said, staring at him with those deep green eyes that still had lingering lust sparkling in them.

"Why?" he said. "Your husband is sleeping across the hall and I am on a train in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, I would love to spend the next four hours fucking the shit out of you but we can't."

She puffed out her bottom lip but reached out for her discarded panties and slipped them on. He watched as she straightened her skirt and shirt. He had to admit, she was gorgeous. After she looked herself over in his small mirror, she gave him a loving kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for dinner," she said and then left.

He just looked at the door for a couple of seconds before collapsing onto the bed.

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Dylan didn't leave his room the next morning, instead he kept himself busy by deleting and uploading the photos that he took yesterday. He was already packed and ready to go by the time the train came to a stop. He heard Tom and Carmen get up and leave and he waited a good five minutes before he opened his door. Lugging out his suitcase and duffle bag, he followed the exodus of travelers out and onto the ramp. The wedding party gathered to one side of the platform. He saw Carl and Cindy chatting with another couple. Beside them was a thin man with wire framed glasses. He held Carmen's hand. For the briefest moment, Carmen and Dylan locked eyes and she flashed a wicked smile before the group moved onto a bus. He left his belongings with the bus driver and entered, taking an empty seat. The bus filled to capacity and an overweight gentleman plopped down next to him. Dylan had to squeeze himself against the window just to keep his elbow from touching the stranger. The ride was excruciating. The obese man never said a word and his deep breathing became rhythmic, almost putting Dylan to sleep but the contortion that he was in removed all sleep from the equation.

The bus pulled up to a majestic resort that sat at the base of the snowcapped mountain. The first thing that hit him as he descended off the bus was the clear air. It tickled his lungs as he breathed in. Stretching, he took several deep lung fulls of the crisp air before following the gaggle of travelers into the resort where a clerk hurried to gather the luggage and disperse the keys. Heading to the elevator in the lobby, duffle bag in hand, he flipped the key card over. Room 303. He entered the elevator with Cindy, Carl, and a few others. Several got off at the second floor and then at the third, Cindy and Carl got out. Dylan followed. They moved down the end of the hall to room 302.

"I guess we're neighbors again," Cindy said, flashing her gorgeous smile before disappearing inside.

Dylan slid his key in and heard the door unlock. He tossed the bag at the foot of the bed and plopped down on the mattress. He wasn't sure how long he was asleep, until he heard a light tap on his door. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before getting it. Cindy stood there, dressed in a long deep green dress with matching earrings. Her deep blue eyes looked up at him and her blonde hair was tied back. He forced himself not to look down at her ample cleavage on display. Carl stood just behind her.

"Are you coming to the rehearsal dinner?" she asked and he looked at his watch.

"I'll be right down," he said and cursed to himself.

He closed the door and hurried through his luggage to find his black slacks and buttoned up shirt. It only took him a few minutes to get into the new clothes and brush his teeth. As he put the deodorant away, his hand brushed the aerosol can of pheromone spray. He shook it and could tell that only a few sprays were left. He gave the top a small press and sprayed himself on the neck. Grabbing his camera and key card, he hurried down the hall to the elevator. The rehearsal dinner was in a dining hall and people were already in their seats chatting lightly. He tried to remain inconspicuous and milled around snapping pictures of each table. When he passed Carmen's table, she gave him another of those grins while bringing her fork to her mouth and sucking on it. He had a hard time breaking that gaze from those deep green eyes. He finally moved over to Carl and Cindy's table. He had a seat with his name in front of the only empty seat. Having taken pictures of most of the guests and wedding party, he sat down. He tried not to stare to hard at Cindy. Her dress hugged tightly to her and she was to be the most beautiful woman in the entire room.

"The return on investment is well worth it," Carl said to the man next to him. "I've more then doubled my money."

"The fund has matured," the fat man replied. "I'd get out while its at its peak."

"Peak? Are you crazy? I'll bet it doubles again in the next two years."

The food arrived. Everyone got a choice of a steak or a vegetarian plate. Dylan picked at the steamed asparagus and fought the urge to tell the passing waiter that he had ordered the steak. The drinks flowed throughout the meal and the empty bottle of wine soon became two and then three. There were the toasts and speeches about the lovely couple and then the dinner ended. Dylan scrambled to get as much pictures as he could and felt a tad guilty about getting buzzed. He hadn't thought that he had drank so much but staring into that wine glass was the only thing he could do to not to stare at Cindy and how that dress hugged the curves of her body. It was good to have an excuse to get up and break the spell that she had on him.

He found a spot in the corner and out of the way of the wait staff and mingling crowd to take some photos. A few girls in their early teens giggled as they looked over at him and he tried to ignore them as the dinner wound down. Some of the older attendees called it a night, thanking the bride and groom for a wonderful evening before heading back to their rooms. Most of the group moved around the bar as the bartender poured drink after drink. He was about to put his camera away when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He saw Carmen staring up at him with those piercing eyes.

"A group of us are going out for the night," she said. "Would you like to come?"

Dylan couldn't help but look around for her husband. He was near the door staring at them.

"I don't think so. I need to get up pretty early for wedding," he said and she puffed out her bottom lip. He stole another glance at her husband before moving on. Her playful demeanor soon had a edge of anger to it. She was trouble.

"You better watch out," said a woman's voice, as he clicked a picture of a couple sharing a kiss across the room. "Looks like you are the talk of the room."

He lowered the camera to see Cindy smiling over her glass of wine. Carmen walked away defeated.

"I'm supposed to blend into the background, not stick out," he said and snapped a picture of her. She batted the camera to the side lightly.

"That one is wild fire," Cindy said and looked briefly at Carmen. "Ever since I have known her, she has gone through men. Sometimes I feel bad for Terry. She plays him like a fiddle and he is so timid."

Carmen had already moved onto a group at the bar and the gaggle of women began to explode into laughter.

"I can see," he said and tried very hard to look Cindy in the face and not at the exposed cleavage of that tight fitting dress. All he could think about right then was the night he spent in the tent with her and he began to get aroused. "Where is Carl?"

"Having beers with some colleagues," she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. He followed her eyes to a group of men clapping each other on the back and talking in loud boisterous tones. "He's in his element now. I think I'll head back to my room."

"Let me walk you up," Dylan said. "I'm done here."

She didn't answer but didn't move either as he put the lens cap back on his camera. They then walked together out of the emptying hall.

"So how do you like it in the guest house?" Cindy asked as they walked through the lobby.

"It's been great," he said as he pushed the button to open the elevator. "You have been nothing short of fantastic."

She beamed at the compliment and she stepped in as the doors opened. He couldn't help but stare at the way her dress hugged her ass. He could see the outline of each cheek and wondered if she was wearing any underwear. He followed her in and two other couples joined. It forced him to the back wall and right next to her. Their arms touched and a bit of electricity ran up his arm. He had to control his breathing a bit as he started to become aroused. After the other couples left on different floors, it was just them in the elevator but they remained close, his arm touching her shoulder. They shared this innocent but intimate contact until the doors opened again and Cindy moved out. They followed in silence down the hall until they reached their doors.

"I guess I'll call it a night," she said and stared up at him with those deep blue eyes.

His heart raced as he tried to come up with something witty that would get her to come into his room, but everything felt jumbled in his head.

"Me too," he said and they broke eye contact as she slid her key card into the hotel room. "Hopefully Carl won't be too long. I bought something nice to wear for him."

Dylan gulped. She grinned and slipped through the door, letting it close behind her. He remained in the hall for a short while more. His heart raced and his mind reeled with images of her changing into something sexy. He fought the urge to knock on the door. Instead he compelled himself towards his room, fumbled with his key card, let himself in.

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Dylan woke early to prepare for the wedding. After showering, he rummaged through his duffle bag to find his shaving supplies and deodorant. He placed those on the bathroom counter and then pulled out the silver arousal can. He shook it, barely feeling any liquid sloshing around. He gave the top two quick depressions and it sputtered out a small amount onto his neck. There were still some liquid left but the aerosol was depleted. He found a butter knife from the kitchen area of the hotel room and jabbed it into the side of the can. When he tipped it onto its side a good helping of the spray landed on his hands. Rubbing them together, he smeared it onto his neck and arms. It was more then he needed but this was his last chance. He tossed the empty can back into the bag and continued to getting dressed. He was out the door in fifteen minutes.

The wedding went about as good as it could go. The weather was a bit overcast but it didn't drizzle. Dylan stayed busy and tried to remain inconspicuous but yet get the best shots that he could as the ceremony flew by. After the ceremony and pictures of the bridal party, the group moved into the hall where the reception would take place. Unlike the rehearsal dinner, this party was more festive. Dance music blared and the bartenders worked vigorously to quench thirsts. Dylan nursed a beer as he snapped several pictures of the party goers. A bridesmaid, in her early twenties walked up to him, a glass of white wine in her hand. She was small, cute, and had short brown curly hair. He had noticed her making eye contact with him while he photographed the wedding party. Behind her and trying not to be obvious was a group of woman. They kept stealing glances his way.




Guest House Ch. 07: Conclusion



"Hi," she said, a bit nervously.

"Hi," he replied and gave her a warm smile to help relieve the tension. "Bonnie right?"

"Yes," she said and she brightened up a bit. "My friends want to know if you have a girlfriend?"

He looked over at the group and they quickly looked away.

"No," he said.

"Oh, well I was wondering if you would care to dance with me then," she said, looking into her wine glass.

The DJ had been mixing up some slow songs with more up beat tempos. A song had just finished and a slow song came on.

"Why not," he said and put his camera on the table next to him. "Just one song and then I have to get back to work."

She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him past the gaggle of women. Once onto the dance floor, she wrapped her hands around his shoulders and he slid his own hands down her side to rest on her hips. They swayed gently to the song.

"Are you enjoying the wedding?" Dylan asked, looking down on the young lady.

"I am now," she said. She had round brown eyes and high cheek bones. She moved closer to him and he felt her breasts against midsection.

"I don't think I introduced myself," he said. "I'm Dylan."

"I know," she said and smiled. "You're name is bouncing around here."

"Really?" he asked. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Carmen glaring at him as she danced with her husband. She was going to be trouble. He also noticed that she was guiding him a little closer to where Dylan danced so he countered by shuffling Bonnie away.

"Seems like you are the talk of the wedding," she said. She rested her head against his chest and then whispered. "My room number is 419."

The song ended and he dropped his hands from her waist. He was about to say thanks but a hand grabbed his and he spun around just as a faster song started up. Another woman from the group blinked up at him. She was a bit plump as she swayed to the music. All of a sudden the dance floor filled around him. He started dancing so that he didn't look out of place. The young lady spun around and slammed her ample sized rump into his crotch and started gyrating. It knocked him back and he bumped into someone behind him. As he turned to apologize he realized that it was Carmen.

"Hello stranger," she said. She must of ditched her husband somewhere. "You missed a great time last night."

"I had to get some sleep," he said and was suddenly pulled around by Bonnie. He danced with her for a few seconds before being pulled back around to face Carmen.

"Well there is always tonight," she said. He had to look away from those emerald eyes.

"I don't think so," he said and felt a hand grab his ass. He had to extricate himself from this throng before he got into trouble. "I need to use the restroom."

He had to push himself through the gang of women towards the edge of the dance floor. Ignoring the protests, he broke free and noticed the hostile eyes of the men while they sat on the periphery, sipping their drinks. He worked his way toward the bathroom. Once inside, he slipped out his semi-hard cock and began to relieve himself.

"Looks like you are a popular man out there," said a slurring Carl. Cindy's husband pulled up to the urinal beside him. "Someone is going to be a happy woman tonight."

Dylan laughed, shook his cock a few times, and put it back inside his pants.

"I'll be happy with taking some good photos and getting a long sleep," he said and washed his hands. Carl finished up and nearly fell as he wobbled over to the sink.

"Let me buy you a drink," his landlord said, grabbing a wad of paper towels to dry his hands.

"Sure," Dylan said and held the door open for him. "Though isn't it an open bar?"

Carl laughed and they made their way back into the reception. Once at the bar, Carl ordered two beers. They leaned against the bar and looked at the dwindling crowd. It was getting late and the DJ called out that they were going to play the last song of the night. Dylan excused himself and hurried over to get his camera, snapping several key shots of the wedding party dancing slowly with each other. When the song ended, he made his way back to Carl and his drink. Cindy had joined him, his eyes now glassy. He kept slurring his words so much that it was inaudible. Cindy kept rolling her eyes.

"I think I am going to need your assistance again," Cindy said.

"No problem," Dylan replied and slung his camera out of the way so that he could let Carl use his shoulder to steady himself.

"I told him not to drink so much," she said. "Its embarrassing."

"Everyone has pretty much left by now," Dylan said. Only a few groups had remained. He guided Carl to the elevator and Cindy pressed the button. She looked stunning in her low cut dress that hugged her body and had left the tops of her globes exposed. She caught his eye as he took her in and she smiled.

"You are too kind," she said and the doors opened.

They stepped in and Carl pushed Dylan away.

"I got this," he slurred and wobbled upright, leaning against the elevator's wall.

"Let Dylan give you a hand," Cindy said as she pushed the third floor button.

As the elevator lurched upward, Carl lost his balance and slid to the floor. Dylan and Cindy grabbed both his arms and lifted him as the doors opened again. They guided him down the hallway and toward Cindy's room. She fished out her key card and swiped it. Once inside, Dylan placed Carl onto the bed. He protested and sat up.

"I guess I'll leave you two alone," Dylan said and stood to go.

"Wait," shouted Carl. "Why don't we have a drink before you go?"

"I think you had enough," Cindy said through the bathroom door.

"Nonsense," Carl said and stumbled to the mini-fridge and pulled out three beers, tossing one to Dylan.

They both opened them as Cindy stepped out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Carl tossed her a beer too. She dropped it and when she bent to pick it up, Dylan got an ample eyeful of cleavage.

"I needed to get out of that dress," she said. "It was so uncomfortable."

"I should go," Dylan said, drinking half his beer in one gulp.

"Might as well stay," she said and sat on the edge of the bed. It made the hem of the robe ride up exposing those long legs and Dylan quickly finished the rest of his beer. "We don't want Carl to get upset."

"No," Carl said, leaning against the headboard. "Now get yourself another beer, boy."

Dylan did. There was no place to sit so he found himself sitting on the other edge of the bed. Cindy turned the television on and began flipping through the channels.

"You had the ladies in a frenzy," Carl slurred. His head kept bobbing forward and then jerking upright. "You could of had any one of them."

"They didn't interest me," he said.

"So is there one lady you have in mind then?" Cindy asked.

"There might be," he said and they locked eyes.

"Is there any more beer?" Carl asked. He looked to be on his last legs. His upper body leaned forward and his chin rested against his chest.

"I think that's it," Cindy said and shot Dylan a coy smile.

Dylan got up and put his empty bottle on the television stand.

"Well I guess I'll head back over," Dylan said. "And leave you two alone."

As Cindy stood, her robe opened slightly and revealed a lacy black bra. His cock instantly hardened. Before he could say anything, Carl toppled sideways onto the bed and was out cold. Cindy shook her head and went over to pry the beer bottle that had spilled onto the bed. Dylan went into the bathroom to get a towel and handed it to her.

"Thanks," she said and began pressing it into the sheets. "I guess Carl won't see the present I bought him."

"That's a shame," he said and shot her a grin. "To let a good present go to waste. I better get going."

"Good-night," Cindy said, tossing the towel onto the floor.

He opened the door and saw Carmen knocking on his door. He quickly closed the door.

"Damn it," he said and Cindy turned around.

"What is it?"

"Oh nothing," he said, leaning against the door and hoping Carmen hadn't seen him. "Just somebody knocking at my door."

"Who?"

"Carmen. I think that she wants to hook up with me," he said.

"But she's married," she said and went over to door, bumped him out of the way with her hip and peered out the peephole. "There is another woman out there too and they aren't happy."

It was his turn bump her to the side and he watched Bonnie talking with Carmen. It was growing animated and both were knocking at his door.

"Looks like you have yourself a bit of a problem," Cindy said smiling.

"Yeah," he said. "I could climb out the window."

She laughed and swatted his arm. She then turned to peek out the peephole and then turned back to him.

"They left," she said.

"Great." He felt disappointed that he had to leave, but he reluctantly went over to where he put his camera and swung it over his shoulder. It was now or never. "If you're bored, you could come on over to my room. Maybe show me that present."

She blushed a little and smiled.

"Aren't you a charmer. Don't you already have women knocking on your door?"

"Not the one I'm interested in," he said. It was a little blunt but the combination of her beauty and the alcohol in his system that eliminated his inhibitions.

She didn't respond and he opened the door a crack and peeked out to check the hallway. The coast was clear, so he hurried over to his room, swiped the card, and entered. Once inside, he leaned against the door and let out a deep breath to control his racing heart. Had he just been that straight forward with his landlord's wife? Luckily she didn't slap him, but she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. His cock was strained to be released and he began rubbing it through his pants. Maybe a shower would calm him down. He undressed and turned the shower on. The hot water felt good and he began to masturbate thinking about that night in the tent with Cindy. Just as he felt the stirrings of his loins, he heard a knock on the door.

He shut off the water, wrapped the towel around his waist and hurried to the door to look out the peephole, expecting to see Carmen. His heart jumped when he saw Cindy there in a bathrobe. He quickly undid the lock and opened the door. She gave him one look and raised an eyebrow. His hard on lifting up the front of the towel.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked.

"No, no," he said and ushered her in. "I just needed to get out of those clothes and into something more comfortable. He ducked into the bathroom and grabbed a similar robe to Cindy's and put it on. "There now we are matching. Make yourself comfortable and I'll get some clothes on.

"You mentioned that you had some beer?"

"In the mini fridge." He hurried back into the bathroom and realized that he didn't bring a change of clothes with him, so he put on the pair of underwear he had worn recently and put the robe back on.

When he got back out, Cindy was sitting on the edge of the bed, her long legs were crossed and displayed some fishnet stockings. His heart raced again and his cock strained against the cotton fabric of his underwear. She sipped her beer and looked him over.

"I thought you were going to put clothes on?" she said.

"I did but I wanted you to feel comfortable." He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. "Want to see if a movie is on?"

"Sure," she said and he began flipping through the stations. "How about that one?"

"Really?"

"Why not?" she said and he rented it.

He leaned back against the headboard as the movie began and Cindy did the same. There was only a body length separating them but it felt like a gulf. The movie started out slow, but soon turned into a pretty racy scene where a man was helping out his neighbor. She had fallen into his hands and then they began to make out. He glanced over at the stunning woman next to him. She was breathing heavily, her upper slopes of her breasts pushed out from the top of the robe. Her beer was nearly empty.

"Want another beer?" he asked and got up to get himself one. As he went to the mini-fridge, he turned on his camera and positioned it.

He took the opportunity to sit a bit closer to her as he handed her the beer. Their hips touched. The movie turned into a full out sex scene and the neighbor a young man was pounding a middle aged woman.

"I need to use the bathroom," Cindy said and got up.

Dylan sat there not believing what was going on. He heard the toilet flush and then Cindy stepped outside. She looked at him briefly and then let the robe open up. His breath caught as the it fell to the floor, revealing a black lingerie outfit that featured her goddess of a feature. Black stockings were hooked up the a satin bottom. Her pussy lips clearly defined by them. A thin veneer of black lace displayed her hour glass midsection, and a lacy black bra hinted at the two glorious mounds that had enticed him for the past couple of months. She stood there frozen and Dylan compelled by a force of lust slid off the bed, his feet finding the hotel room's carpet, and he stood. 

"I supposed this was the gift that you were talking about?" he said, walking slowly to her.

"I guess someone should enjoy it," she said blushing, as he moved a strand of blonde hair from her face. "I don't think we should be doing this, but I can't stop myself."

He ran the finger down the side of her face and her eyes met his. He cupped her chin and guided his mouth to hers. Their lips touched and he felt as if his heart would throb out of his chest. She still did not move, but her lips told the story. They were warm and parted. Her tongue invited his and they swirled around each other. He felt her hands wrap around his shoulders and then pull down. His robe fell to the floor next to hers. He then reached for her waist. Her warm flesh pulsed from underneath the thin fabric. He spun so that her back now faced the bed and gently guided her to it. She sat down and he moved closer to her. This time the kiss was more carnal. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and he slurped at it. Her hands tore at the back of his head. He used all his might to keep himself from crushing her as she pulled his head down towards her.

He finally was able to pull away and worked on kissing her earlobe and then made his way down her neck and shoulder. His kisses then went to the upper slopes of her breasts where the bra pushed them together. His trail continued down the center of those majestic orbs and to her stomach. She giggled as he kissed around her bellybutton but he didn't stop. His chest parted her legs as his knees hit the carpet and he kissed the the top of her panties. Her musk filled his nostrils and he fought the urge to tear the panties off of her. Instead he discreetly unhooked the stockings and pulled the panties down. Her hands covered his but they did not resist. She even raised her hips to allow them to come off easier.

He wasted no time and brought his mouth right up to her flower. The moistness dripped around his lips and chin. She tasted fantastic. His tongue flicked up and down in wide strokes and her hand seized the top of his head. She drove her hips into him and rubbed up and down several times. Long deep moans escaped her as he sat there, tongue out, and she did all the work for him. Finally she shivered and her hips stopped their upward motion. He then went to work, driving his tongue into her and around the inner walls. He used his right thumb to play with her clit. This drove her body mad and she shivered in ecstacy. She slowly came down from her high, breathing heavily.

"I haven't had that happen in a long time," she said in long huffs.

He wasn't done yet and he continued his tongue work on her, but she sat up and seized more of his hair, lifting him off his feet. Facing the erection that strained against his underwear, she grabbed the waistband and pulled down. His enormous rod bounced out and hit her on the top of the head. She yelped and scooted back a bit.

"My goodness," she said under her breath. Her small hands wrapped themselves around his cock and she began lightly stroking him. "This thing is a monster."

He could not believe his eyes. Here was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on holding his cock mere inches from those bright red lips he had dreamt about. Her deep blue eyes were filled with lust and she lightly kissed his purple head. A thin strand of saliva arched from his shaft to her lips. For a brief second she looked up at him as her lips opened and his cock slipped into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his head and tickled the hole. He almost lost it right there but held on to his composure. He smoothed her hair out of her face so that she could work better. She got almost half of it down her throat before she gagged and needed to take a breath but she went right back to work, bobbing back and forth at a quick pace. He couldn't take much more of this and pulled her off him. He leaned down and they again shared a passionate kiss. Bending slightly, he rubbed his rod up and down her womanhood. Her body tensed a bit.

"I don't know if we should do this," she said as she leaned back on her elbows. Her chest rose and fell in quick gasps as his tip touched her entrance.

He knew that they couldn't stop now, so he applied a little pressure and he slowly entered her. Her head shot backwards and he reached up and cupped one of those perfect breasts. They were firm and her nipples pressed against his palm. 

"Tell me to pull out," he said and increased the pressure of his cock as his tip penetrated her. She gave out a deep guttural moan.

"Don't," she said and she began writhing in ecstacy. "I've...never felt...this way...before."

He began moving back and forth, back and forth. Her juices coated his shaft and allowed for more of him to enter her. Her pussy clenched against his cock and he nearly lost control again and had to stop. Her hips gyrated and her legs wrapped around his waist. He couldn't believe it and stared mesmerized at just how hot this woman looked in her black lingerie, her eyes glazed in the throes of passion, and his cock slipped in and out of her. Animal instinct took over and he drove his entire length into her and her back arched while she grabbed the blankets in two handfuls. He then began smooth but long strokes where his cock nearly pulled out and then bottomed deep inside of her. His hands worked on freeing those glorious breasts. He soon had them out from the black lace bra. He gently massaged them, rolling her erect nipples through his fingers. They were rock hard. Using his hands on the sides of her breasts, he squeezed and leaned in to suck on her nipples. That allowed her hands to run along the his back and her legs pressed against his ass, causing him to enter into her fully.

He spent a good amount of time trying to coordinate on sucking her breasts and pumping in and out of her. All the while, he tried to control not blowing his load right there. He wanted this to last but he knew that he had to take a second to regain some composure, so he pulled out of her despite her reluctance as she kept her feet locked behind his back. He used his thumb to continue to simulate her while he lifted one of her legs up and over him, causing her to turn to her side. He then ran his enraged cock back and forth on her exposed pussy between her closed legs. Their eyes met, lost in lust, as he slipped it back inside of her. The warmth again surrounded his member and the walls of her vagina squeezed to make room. She used one hand against his chest to slow him down while he used his hand to caress her ass that he had been admiring for the past month. As soon as he was halfway inside of her, he began pumping. Her face grew red as the heat of their lovemaking drove her to near ecstacy once again. He now had his entire length inside of her and his pelvis smacked into her ass. He worked her this way for what felt like ten minutes but could only have been two. She moaned in short bursts. It was time.




Guest House Ch. 07: Conclusion



He pulled her legs, while he remained inside of her, so that she was on her stomach. He then reached under her hips to lift her. Her ass was now up in the air with her head buried in the disheveled hotel blankets. He held onto her hips and began pile driving her. Slam, slam, slam. His hips met that delectable ass. Over and over again. She shoved her face into the blankets and let out a muffled scream of joy as another orgasm filled her body. He was close. His balls tightened and he felt ready to let loose. He wasn't going to pull out. Not for this one. Then he came in a torrent. He didn't even stop pumping and let the overwhelming feeling fill him. His semen dripped out from her pussy lips as they stretched against his girth. He felt his cock soften a bit but the sight of this woman he had fantasied about for so long allowed him to keep up the blood flow to his cock. She must have regained some composure because she crawled away from him and turned around to face him. Her face was a mixture of exhaustion and regret.

"We shouldn't have done this," she said. "It was like I couldn't control myself."

"Shhh," he said and got onto the bed with her. He laid down and brought her to him. She leaned against him, resting her head on his chest. "It's okay. It was just sex and no one will ever know."

Her eyes welled up but her hand reached down to his semi-hard cock and began to run a finger up and down it. They laid there for awhile in silence. One finger turned into two. Soon she began pumping up and down on his now hard cock. She stared, transfixed on his massive member. A mix up her juices and his cum made a milky white fluid that lubricated her hand. His own hand rubbed her back and he applied a little pressure to encouraged her to lift one leg over him so that she straddled him. Her pussy pinned his cock to his abdomen and she began sliding back and forth. He reached up and seized those perfect breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples. She dug her nails into his chiseled chest as her movements increased. She then lifted up and grabbed his cock, aiming at her entrance. It pierced her and she let a small gasp while ever so slowly descending. Soon his entire cock was once again inside her and she began bouncing up and down. He held onto her hips and drove her down after she bounced up. He had never seen a more beautiful sight in all his life. Everything about her was sculpted by an artist and he devoured this of this middle-aged goddess losing herself on top of him. As her orgasm came closer, her movements increased in intensity. Bounce after bounce had her head flying back in deep passionate moans.

"I...think...that...I'm...about...to..," she said through moans until her body shivered, her nails dug deep into his chest and she let out a loud yelp. Exhausted, she rolled off of him and laid on her back. "I've never had that happen before. It's like the flood gates opened."

He tried to contain a smile. He knew the pheromone spray released endorphins that trigger receptors in women's brains that stimulate their sexual urges. His cock still enraged, pointed straight up and she crawled back over to it. She ran her hands up and down it with both hands. Dylan laid back and enjoyed the hand job as she pumped harder and harder. Then he felt the warmth of her mouth take him in. Her tongued flicked over his sensitive tip and it sent shivers up his spine. Her bright red lips took him in with a slurp and he let out a deep moan. Her hands franticly worked at the base of his cock as her mouth caressed the top. He wouldn't last much longer and as she cupped his balls, they tightened shooting a blast of semen into her mouth which she gladly swallowed. Now it was his turn to lean back from exhaustion. She curled up next to him, throwing a leg over his and hugging his chest. He reached down and rested his hand on her ass. They laid like this for awhile with their breathing as their conversation.

"I need to get back," she said finally and got up. He watched in awe at her perfect figure as she put together her present for her husband that Dylan had unwrapped for him.

Dylan put on his underwear and when she was done reassembling her clothes, he ducked his head out the door.

"The coast is clear," he said and he opened the door all the way for her.

She walked by him gingerly and quickly slid the key card into her door. As soon as the door closed, he turned around and started packing. He jammed all his clothes into the suitcase. He grabbed his camera and put it away. After double checking to make sure he didn't leave anything behind, he went downstairs to the cab he had ordered.

"Where to?" the cabbie asked, as Dylan entered.

"To the nearest moving rental place."

Epilogue

Dylan stood next to a blue mail box, a stack of yellow envelops in his hands. Taking a deep breath, he opened the lid to the mailbox and dropped them in.

Sitting in his corner office and overlooking the downtown scenery, Carl leaned back in his office chair. Even though he had gotten back yesterday from the wedding, his body still needed to recover from his over indulgence of drinking. A soft knock on the door and Alice, his newest secretary, entered wearing a tight fitting business skirt that showed off plenty of her long legs. She dropped off a stack of letters on his desk.

"Here you go Mr. Dubroski," she said and turned around to leave.

He watched the sway of her ass as she closed the door behind her. He then picked up the letters and thumbed through them. One stuck out. A heavy yellow envelope with Dylan's name as the sender. He tore open the envelope and pulled out a stack of photos with a photocopied letter attached to them with a paperclip. He picked it up and read it. It was a denial of payment slip from his insurance company to a Martha Raport from several years ago. As he put the denial of payment form down he flipped through the photos in the envelope. One was of his daughter Samantha on her knees and naked while taking a massive cock into her mouth. Fury flooded into him and he flipped through several more photos. His other daughter Tara inside a tent riding on top of a smiling Dylan. Then he saw what he didn't want to believe. His wife, Cindy in a sexy lingerie, taking him doggy style, sucking his cock, and then riding him. His chair tipped over as he got to his feet. Then his door burst open and several of his colleagues entered, letters in hand.

"What the fuck is this?" yelled Mike. "Your fucking tenant sent me pictures of him fucking my wife!"

"He did the same to Kim," shouted Steve. He also had a letter in his hand.

Carl's phone began to ring. Richard was calling him. He reluctantly answered.

"I'm going to kill that fucker!" yelled Richard on the other line.

Carl was surprised that he didn't get pulled over as he flew past several red lights and screeched to a halt in front of his house. As he ran down the driveway to the guest house, he picked up a shovel. The two other men behind him had tire irons in their hands as the followed. Cindy rushed out of the back door.

"What's going on?" she said.

"Get back in the fucking house," Carl shouted and took the stairs two at a time.

He kicked the door open and the three men rushed in. Television screens were placed throughout the now empty house. On the screens looped film of Dylan fucking his daughters, wife, and friend's wives. The screams of pleasure filled the room. Carl swung the shovel through the set with his wife on it. Sparks flew. The other men took their anger out on the screens but the house was plastered with photos of their naked loved ones in compromising positions. They began tearing down the pictures and letting them fall to the floor.

"Where did that bastard go?" yelled Richard. "When I get my hands on that fucker!"

"You'll have to wait until I get done with him," Carl said, bending down and tearing a photo of his youngest daughter taking his house guest's cock doggy-style. "I have first dibs on him."

Dylan Raport took a short drive to a small and out of the way cemetery. There in the back corner, he knelt down and placed a dandelion next to a simple slate tombstone, his mother's favorite flower.

"Hello, mom. Hope you are doing well?" he said, holding back the lump in his throat that wanted to get out. "I miss you. I just wanted to tell you that it is over."

He was never one with words and just let his emotions wane. He then got up, dusted off his knees, and went to his car. He opened his trunk and pulled out his white lab coat. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and dialed Dr. Stevenson.

"Hello Dr. Stevenson, this is Dylan. I know, I know. Do you think that I could swing by the lab later today?" he asked as he got into his car and drove away.



Guest House Ch. 02: Dinner Party



Thanks for taking the time and reading my stories. This is the second story in the Guest House series. This is one of the shorter pieces in the series and is more of a bridge between the other stories. Feel free to leave a comment, positive or negative, and vote. I hope you enjoy. 

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Dylan paid the cabbie and headed down the driveway toward the AAA truck. A gruff man, probably in his fifties, stood next to his Honda, clipboard in his hands and was talking to Cindy. She wore tight fitting blue running shorts and a matching sports bra that showed plenty of mid-drift that accentuated her ample breasts.

"So what's the damage?" Dylan asked as he approached. He was afraid that he needed two new tires and he had spent all his money on getting his new place.

"Nothing," the man said. "I filled the tires up and there doesn't seem to be any leaks. Looks like someone let the air out of your tires."

"Really?" Dylan said and relief washed over him. "That's great. I really appreciate you coming out here."

"It's my job," he said and handed over the paperwork for Dylan to sign.

He filled it out and handed it back. The AAA driver gave Cindy a curt nod, got in his truck, and slowly backed out of the driveway.

"This is really a good neighborhood but there's still some unruly boys around here," Cindy said.

"Don't worry about it. At least it didn't cost me anything," he said.

"Oh, before you leave," she said. "I want to invite you over for dinner since you declined last night."

"No problem. I haven't stopped by Taco Bell yet."

"I also wanted to extend the invitation to use the weight room and pool whenever you want. The weight room is in the pool house. Do you do yoga?"

"I've never tried it. I'm not that flexible."

"Well some of my friends get together on Monday mornings but other than that, the weight room goes unused."

"Thank you so much," Dylan said. "I had to cancel my gym membership. The weight room will come in handy. You've been so hospitable to me."

"Nonsense," she said and turned around. "See you tonight."

He watched her perfect ass as she headed through the gate that separated the driveway from the pool area. His hormones were on overdrive after his time at the pool party. He still had work he needed to do and a check to cash, but before doing all that he needed a cold shower.

It was dusk by the time he arrived back from his errands with two bags of groceries. He noticed Ashley's white Volkswagen in the driveway. As he headed up the stairs to the guest house, he could see the girls frolicking around the pool. He tried to hurry up but they saw him.

"Dylan," Samantha yelled. "Come on down for a swim."

"No thanks," he said. "I have a lot to do."

"Please," whined Ashley, who floated on a raft in the pool.

Just thinking about what happened earlier today with these delectable young women had his blood flowing and he hurried into his apartment. He made sure to lock the door, but he hadn't even finished putting the groceries away before he saw Samantha knocking on his door.

"I'm busy," he said and she pressed her breasts against the window of the door. He could see her nipples through the wet bikini fabric. "Come on Samantha. Your mom is home."

"I'll behave," she said and gave him another of her wicked smiles.

"You said that last time. Besides I really need to get some photos printed out."

"How long will it take?"

"A few hours," he lied. Disappointed, she turned and headed back down the stairs without a reply. Dylan looked down at his erect cock. "You're going to get me in trouble."

He worked as hard as he could with the sound of the young girls playing around the pool as background noise. He finished up the last of the photos and slid them into their portfolio. As he went to his closet to pick out a shirt to wear for dinner, someone knocked on his door again. It was dark now so he flipped the outside light on and saw Tracy.

"Hi," she said as he opened the door and she entered. She wore the same polka dotted bikini that clung tightly to her enormous breasts. A damp towel wrapped around her waist. "Are you coming down for dinner soon?"

"I'm just getting ready," he said. "Are they waiting for me?"

"Not yet. The girls are getting dressed up right now. I'm about to leave."

"Oh. Should I wear a tie?" he asked and smiled. He pulled his shirt over his head and when he did, he felt Tracy's hand on his zipper. "What are you doing?"

She pushed him back and he fell onto the bed. Like a pro, she snaked her hand into his pants, through the hole of his boxer shorts, and slid his dick free. Before he could extract his hands from his shirt, she had taken his semi-erect cock into her mouth. She slurped it for several seconds while eyeing him with those piercing green eyes. She put his whole cock into her mouth and worked it back in forth until it grew to full size. Using two hands she pumped up and down in rapid succession and ran her tongue up the shaft. She opened her mouth wide and tried to get a third of it down her throat before gagging.

"This is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen," she said, mesmerized by it.

Dylan laid back, hands still stuck halfway into his shirt, as this gorgeous eighteen year old pumped her hands up and down his shaft and flicked her tongue over his mushroom tip. She reached down and cupped his balls, massaging them. They stiffened up and he felt the tingling sensation of an impending explosion. He sat up and hurriedly took his shirt the rest of the way off. Tracy looked up at him and all he wanted to do is engulf her young tight pussy right then. He stared at her breasts that begged to be released out of her tight fitting bikini.

"I want it in me," she demanded and stood up. Her towel dropped to the ground and revealed her slim waist, pierced naval, and matching bikini bottom.

She climbed up onto the bed and straddled him, mashing her cleavage into his face. Dylan gripped her ass and spread her cheeks as he kissed her neck. She flipped her hair to the side to give him room to work and hugged his neck. He bit her earlobe and she moaned while gyrating on his exposed cock. He then guided her chin so that their lips matched up and he kissed her. Deep and passionate at first but she began darting her tongue around his and he had to remind himself that she was new to this. He cupped the bottom sides of her breasts with both his hands and gently squeezed them. She moaned and leaned back which gave him space to take each breast out of the bikini. The nipples jutted out and he rolled them delicately with his fingers. Her gyrating increased and a bit of his pre-cum and her own juices lubricated each other.

He sucked on one nipple, gently bit down, and stretched it. He did the same to the other. Her hands came down to hold his cock and pumped it a bit too hard for his liking so he flipped her onto the bed and he was now between her legs. She still held onto his cock and he again attacked her perfect breasts, massaging and sucking them. She squirmed underneath him and he used his knees to spread her legs. With one hand, she slid her bikini bottoms to the side and with the other placed his cock at her entrance. Just as he was about to engulf her, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Shit," he said. He stood up and put on his pants. "Get in the bathroom."

Tracy reluctantly rolled off the bed and scurried into the bathroom. There was a knock on the door and Dylan opened it. Cindy stood there in an simple spaghetti strapped red dress that stopped at mid-thigh. It clung to her and his eyes gravitated to her ample cleavage. She in return eyed his naked chest, before meeting his eyes.

"Dinner's ready," she said. "Just come on down whenever."

"Thank you," he replied. "I was just getting ready."

He watched her turn to go and stared at her ass all the way down the stairs. He shut the door and put his shirt on. Tracy came out of the bathroom and all he could think about was how young she was compared to the woman that just walked downstairs. He handed back her bikini top.

"I need to go down to eat," he said and began putting on his socks and shoes.

She tied her bikini top back on and adjusted her top. She then walked up to him, squeezed his still hard cock through his pants and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Enjoy your dinner," she said and grinned.

She then slipped out the door and down the stairs. He finished getting dressed and grabbed the bottle of wine that he had bought at the grocery store. As he closed the door and walked down the stairs, he saw Tracy get into her car and drive off. He shook his head as he opened the gate, entered the pool area, and tapped on the sliding glass door before opening it.

"Hello," he said as he stepped inside.

"In the kitchen," Cindy said and he followed the voice into the spacious kitchen. "Hey there."

"Hi," he said and put the wine on the island in the center of the kitchen next to a bowl of salad.

"Oh thank you," she said and reached up into the cabinet to pull down a stack of plates. Her dress rode up her thighs and ended a few inches from her bubble butt. "I love wine."

"No problem," he said and leaned against the island. "Do you need any help?"

"No," she said and grabbed a handful of forks from a drawer. "Go ahead and have a seat."

A round table with a white table cloth draped over it sat at the far end of the kitchen. She started setting the plates and leaned over to place a couple on the other side of the table. Her dress once again slid up even further and stopped right at her ass. Calm down, he told himself. He sat on the far end of the table, his back to the wall and scooted his chair in so that his erection hid under the tablecloth. Laughter came from another room and Samantha and Ashley bounded in. They had their hair and make-up done and also wore tight dresses. They all looked like they were heading out for the evening.

"I thought you girls would never get done," Cindy said.

Samantha rolled her eyes and sat to Dylan's right while Ashley sat to his left. Cindy finished placing everything on the table and then uncorked the wine. She filled two glasses and handed one to him. Their fingers touched briefly and their eyes met. She then went into the fridge.

"Behave," Dylan whispered to Samantha. She gave him a wink and squeezed his thigh.

Cindy sat down opposite them and began serving the pasta and salad.

"Did you know Tara is coming home for a week?" Cindy asked Samantha.

"Really. Is she bringing her fiance?"

"Richard? Yes," Cindy said and sipped on her wine. "She has a break from school and has a project she needs to work on." She then turned to Dylan. "How is the apartment working out?"

"It's great. Plenty of space for me. I can't thank you enough," he said and took a bite of pasta.

"How's the photography?"

"Wedding season is almost here and I have a few modeling agencies that use me. The hours are wacky though. Sometimes I work mornings, sometimes nights, and sometimes both."

"Samantha wanted to be a model. We even took here to one of those modeling agencies."

"Mom," Samantha said.

"What?"

Dylan smiled. It was nice to be surrounded by family even if it wasn't his. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a family dinner. He felt Samantha's foot wiggle up his calf and he tried to ignore it. Ashley's knee brushed against his and remained there. He gulped down some wine and Cindy stood up and refilled his glass. As she bent over to pour the glass, he could see the outline of her lacy black bra.

"Thank you," he said.

"No problem," she said and sat back down. "Do you have family around here?"

"Not anymore. My mother passed away a couple of years ago and my father passed away from lung cancer when I was two."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. She was very sick and I'm glad she is finally at peace," he said and felt Samantha's hand creep onto his lap. He took another sip of wine and then moved her hand off of his groin, but she seized his fingers, brought it between her legs and rubbed it against her crotch. All the while he stared at her gorgeous mother. Her long blond hair came down in curls and she brought the wine glass to her bright red lips. She looked at him with crystal blue eyes.

"Carl told me that you moved from Charlestone," she said.

"I needed a place closer to were I do most of my work," he said. Samantha had one hand eating off a fork and the other clutched to his index finger, rubbing it up and down her panties. He nearly jumped when Ashley's fingers worked their way across his lap.

"Is everything all right?" Cindy asked.

"Yes," he said as his Ashley unzipped his pants. "This is one great meal."

His index finger slowly inserted itself into Samantha, as Ashley deftly weaved her fingers into his pants and rubbed his enlarged cock. All he could do was stare at Cindy or more to the fact, her cleavage. She gave him a warm smile and sipped her wine.

"Thank you," she said. "I don't cook as much lately with Carl doing a lot of seminars, Tara away at college, and Samantha in her senior year at high school."

"I am not much of a cook myself," he said. "I do appreciate this though."

He jerked his hand away from Samantha's womanhood and back to the table. He grabbed a napkin with it and dabbed his mouth. He could smell her sweet juices. Damn it, he thought as Ashley freed his cock. It sprang out and hit the bottom of the table. He spread his napkin onto his lap and used the opportunity to remove Ashley's hand. Cindy had finished her meal and stood up. She came closer to him and he scooted forward and draped the tablecloth over his erection just as she reached over to grab his empty plate, giving him another opportunity to stare at her glorious breasts. His cock twitched. She turned around to take the dishes to the sink and he jammed his cock back in his pants.

"I need to get another bottle of wine from the cellar," she said. "I'll be right back."

As soon as she was gone, Dylan whispered, "You two need to behave. You're going to get me kicked out of my new place."

Samantha leaned over, pressing her young breasts into his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Your big friend doesn't seem to mind."

Ashley giggled and tried to reach for his cock again, but he swatted her hand away. Samantha leaned back and he watched her rub herself. He finished up his glass of wine in one gulp. They heard Cindy's heals clicking and the three straightened up. She entered, popped the cork and refilled both their glasses. She handed his back to him.

"Thank you," he said.

"Let's go out on the deck," she said. "It really is a lovely night."

"Yes," Samantha said. "Let's go swimming."

Samantha and Ashley ran out of the room. Dylan, whose cock was still at full attention, waited for Cindy to turn around to stand up before repositioning himself. It pressed uncomfortably into his midsection as he walked down into the den and out the sliding glass door. Cindy sat down on one of the pool chairs and sipped on her wine. He admired her long legs as he sat next to her. The girls hurried out in their skimpy bikinis and stopped in front of both of them.

"Aren't you two going in?" Samantha asked.

"I don't think so," Cindy said. "Dylan can if he wants."

"I'm not dressed to go swimming, besides I'm enjoying some wine right now."

Samantha gave him the puppy-dog eyes but relented when Dylan didn't respond. The girls then frolicked in the shallow end, but ended up leaning against the side of the pool and facing them.

"Come on?" Samantha begged her mom. "Its summertime and you barely use the pool."

Cindy stood, smoothed out her dress, but shook her head.

"Maybe next time," she said and went inside.

"And you?" Ashley asked.

"I don't think so," he said and sipped on his wine. Getting into that pool with the girls would only lead to trouble.

Samantha stuck her tongue out and splashed him.

"Samantha!" Cindy said, sitting back in her chair but her daughter had already slipped back under the water. She poured herself another glass.

They talked and watched the girls jump off the diving board and float around until they came out and wrapped towels around themselves. Cindy stood up, wobbled a bit, and grabbed the empty wine bottle and the two glasses.

"I think I'll call it a night," she said.

"Thanks for the dinner," Dylan said and watched her go. Samantha plopped down in the chair next to him and Ashley stood in front, drying out her hair. "I think I'll call it a night also."

He stood up.

"Leaving so soon?" Ashley asked as she wiped her legs with the towel.

"Yeah. I think so."

He walked away, leaving the two bikini clad eighteen year old girls behind. He entered his apartment, leaned against the door and exhaled. He fought the urge not to jerk off right then. Kicking off his shoes, he unbuttoned his dress shirt and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The images of that dinner still burned into his head, so he went to his computer, plugged in his camera and began sorting through photos. He could see Samantha's bedroom light turn on and he stared at the two girls as they entered her room. She moved over to Ashley and removed her bikini top. Her small breasts with perky nipples poked out and Samantha pinched them. Ashley fell onto the bed and lifted her legs as Samantha removed her bottoms. She tossed them over her shoulder, reached under the bed and pulled out the pink vibrator that he had seen her use the other day.

Ashley wiggled with intense pleasure and cupped her breasts in her hands as Samantha used one hand to rub the vibrator up and down Ashley's womanhood and used her index finger on her other hand to gently rub her clit. Soon Ashley began thrusting her hips forward and arched her back in a fantastic orgasm. Dylan began running his hand up and down his shaft through his pants. It begged to be unrestrained and he fought to concentrate on his computer, but the young girls were too alluring. Ashley straddled Samantha on the bed and wielded the vibrator, running it over one breast and then the other. They then embraced in a long kiss. Dylan unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, twisting his palm over its large purple head. Ashley untied the back of Samantha's top and pulled it off. With her gorgeous tits now exposed, he nearly released himself and had to remove his hands. Ashley cupped them, kissed her nipples and then slid off her lap to grab Samantha's bikini bottoms. She raised her hips so that Ashley could slide them off. Both completely naked, Ashley placed the vibrator on Samantha's pussy and began to slowly move it back and forth.

Dylan spit into his palm and began thrusting back and forth, timing it with Ashley's movements. With his eminent release, he frantically searched for something to put his cum on. He found a piece of paper and ejaculated on it as he watched Samantha orgasm on her bed. Exhausted, he leaned back in his chair. Finally he stood up, threw the wasted research paper on national parks he had printed out in the trash and went into the bathroom to clean up. When he had washed his cock, hands, and had changed into new boxers, he noticed Samantha's lights were off. Tired by the sexual energy of the day, he collapsed in his bed and lustfully fell asleep.



Guest House Ch. 04: Night Cap



This is the fourth installment of my Guest House series. Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen. If you have the opportunity to read the other stories, it will help with the back story of the characters. I once again thank everyone for reading this and taking the time to vote. 

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Dylan woke to a knocking on his door. Just before he got up, he noticed that he was still naked. Sunlight streaked through the windows. Looking at the clock, he noticed that he had slept in later than he wanted to. He wrapped a blanket around him and went to the door. Cindy stood there, beautiful as ever, in her running outfit.

"I didn't see you during my run and I'm just checking on you," she said.

"Sorry," he said. "Late night working. I must have over slept."

"No problem," she said and he couldn't help but stare at her perfect body. "I'll take a rain check."

"You got it," he said.

"Are you all right?" she asked, as he was about to the close the door. "Your back looks pretty tore up."

Now that she mentioned it, it did burn a bit. He tilted his head back and noticed several long claw marks on his back.

"Oh," he said and tried to come up with an excuse but nothing materialized. "I'll be fine."

He closed the door and hoped she didn't think him rude. He heard her footsteps down the stairs and he poured himself a bowl of cereal and got to work on the photos he took of Kim. After he cropped them and added some texture, he forwarded them to her email address on her business card. Almost instantly he got a reply.

'Thanks,' it said. 'I Had a great time at the photo shoot. Sorry I had to kick you out. Maybe we can take some more photos for the website again.'

'No harm in me leaving,' he wrote back. 'I'd love to take more photos. These came out great.'

He hit send and got dressed. As he went down to his car, he saw Carl pull into the driveway. Not wanting to be rude, he walked over to him.

"Dylan," Carl said. "How's the new place?"

"Great and how was your seminar?" he said and approached the silver Mercedes.

"Boring but successful. I'm glad to be home and get a couple of days off," he said and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk. "I'm throwing a little barbecue tonight for some of my insurance buddies to celebrate. You are welcome to swing on by."

"Sounds great," Dylan said. "I'm just about to mail some stuff out and head to the laundry mat."

"Listen, you can use our laundry room," Carl said. "Just use the side door. It is usually unlocked."

"Thanks. I hate wasting time there."

"No problem," Carl said and headed inside.

After mailing out some photos, Dylan brought down a basket full dirty clothes and entered through the side door. Some clothes were already in the washer, so he began removing them. His hands reached in and found one of Cindy's bras because it was a bigger cup than Samantha's. He ran a thumb over the inside part where her nipple would be touching and he started to get aroused. Dumping another handful into the dryer, he found a black thong. He imagined what it looked like on Cindy's perfect frame. His daydream was interrupted by footsteps approaching and dumped the clothes into the dryer and hurriedly turned it on. Cindy came in with another load of clothes.

"Oh, hi Dylan," she said. "Carl told me that you were going to use the laundry."

"If I'm in your way, I'll wait," he said. "I haven't started yet."

"Nonsense," she said and set down the laundry basket. Her loose shirt hung open and he could see her breasts dangling in a white bra. "Did Carl tell you about the barbecue?"

"Yeah," he said and started tossing his clothes into the washer. "Do you guys need me to bring anything?"

"I don't think so," Cindy said. "Carl loves to throw these things every once in awhile. He invites his co-workers over and has a few beers. Nothing fancy."

"Sounds good," he said. "I'll see you there."

She flashed him a warm smile and he headed out the side door and back to his apartment. He took the opportunity to plan his trip up to the Hawthorn National Park to take some wildlife photos for a nature magazine that he was partnering with for an article. A scientist wanted him to photograph a rare bird.

He heard cars start to pull into the driveway and when he looked outside, he could see Carl greeting several couples. One in particular, Kim and the man in the photo he had seen last night, greeted Carl. Great, he thought. Then he heard another set of car doors close and then a squeal of delight. He saw Cindy race out of the sliding glass door and embrace a younger version of her. A tall man stood behind her. They shook hands. The man had broad shoulders and looked to be over six-five. Carl went back to the grill and began flipping burgers, while the girls entered the house. Dylan went back to his work and a few minutes later he heard a knock on his door. He got up and opened the door.

"What's up, Samantha?" he asked. She wore a tight fitting tee-shirt that showed off her bellybutton and her jeans looked spray painted on.

"Oh, nothing," she said. "Just wondering if you are coming to the cookout."

"I'm not sure," he said.

"Work right?" she interrupted and stepped under his arm that propped the door open and entered. "You work to hard."

"Listen Samantha, if your dad saw you here, he'd kick me out."

"Don't worry," she said and sat down at his desk. "He sent me up here to see if you were coming. What are you working on? Birds? How boring."

"I am preparing for a camping trip," he said and leaned over her and minimized the browser.

"Oh I love camping," she said. "Can I come?"

"Absolutely not."

She puffed out her bottom lip and stood up. Placing her finger on his chest, she let it trail down to his belt buckle. He didn't stop her.

"You're no fun," she said and snatched his belt, pulling him into her. Her breasts pressed against his midsection and she looked up at him with her sparkling blue eyes. "You were so much fun the other day."

"You better go," he said but lost the battle to his growing cock. She felt it press against her and she unzipped his pants. "Samantha. Stop it."

She ignored him, knelt down and unbuckled his pants. He should've stopped her, but his jeans were around his ass and his cock bounced off the top of her head. She wrapped her hand around it and had to scoot back to kiss his tip. As she began working on it, he stared out the window and into the pool area. Carl and a couple of his buddies were drinking around the grill and Carla and the women were inside. Samantha gagged as she took too much of him and she used too much teeth. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and began bucking his hips back and forth. Using his other hand, he turned on his camera and hit record. She gagged and had to put both hands on his hips to slow him down. His heart raced as he watched the father of this bombshell teenager while he throat fucked her. He had to stop so that she could regain her breath.

"Now that was fun," she finally said, wiping some spit off her lips with her arm. She stood up and turned around. Wiggling her tight ass at him, she bent over and leaned on his desk. His hands kneaded her cheeks and she unbuttoned her pants, peeling them down her butt. Her pink thong rode up her crack and ended in a sexy lacy triangle. He looked outside and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. "What are you waiting for?"

He was about to reach out and pull down her thong when he noticed her mother and Tara exit the sliding glass door. Samantha turned around, pants rolled down to her thigh and leaned against his desk. She then lifted her shirt and displayed a matching lacy pink bra that showed a bit of nipple. She kept the shirt up and put her hands back on the table.

"Well?" she asked and stared at his massive erection. She then saw where he was staring and turned around. "Crap."

Carl was pointing up towards the guest house and Samantha quickly pulled up her pants and lowered her shirt. Dylan did the same. She was out the door within a minute and Dylan waited until his erection softened before he followed. When he arrived at the pool area, Carl was still talking to some of his buddies, so he put his six pack of micro-brew near a cooler and popped a bottle open.

"Dylan," Carl said and waved him over. "Meet Mike and Steve. They're part of my team."

"Glad to meet you," he said and shook their hands.

"Dylan is a photojournalist," Carl said. "He's renting the guest house above the spare garage."

They all began talking insurance jargon and Dylan sipped his beer, nodding occasionally when required. When his beer was empty, he excused himself to get another.

"Dylan," Cindy said from the inside. "Come on in. I want to introduce you to my daughter and her fiance, Richard."

He stepped into the den where Tara sat upon her Richard's lap with Cindy next to them on the small love seat. Samantha sat on one of the bar stools with a gorgeous woman Dylan had never met before, dressed in a hot sundress that showed off her long legs and ample breasts. Kim sat next to her and avoided looking at him. 

"Glad to meet you," he said and shook Richard's hand. The big man squeezed his hand hard and Dylan reciprocated.

"How's my old place?" Tara asked. She had Cindy and Samantha's blonde locks and blue eyes, but she was well-endowed like her mother with big breasts and she wore a tight fitting shirt to display them. 

"It's great. I hope you don't mind me taking it over from you."

"Not at all," she said and flashed a smile. "We're staying at a hotel anyways. My mom told me you were a photographer."

"Yeah. Mostly weddings, but I'm also working on a nature project."

"Really? That's interesting. I'm an environmental science major."

"She wants to save the world," her fiance said, smirking.

"What's your nature project?" she continued, ignoring her fiance.

"It's about birds," Samantha chimed in.

"It's about an endangered species of birds. Someone has hired me to get some shots of a species that is being effected by fracking," he said. "It's pretty boring stuff."

Tara's eyes widened and she spun around to face him.

"That's crazy, my project I'm working on for my thesis is on that. Well not exactly, but I'm focusing on the consequences of fracking which is along the same line. Who are you working with?"

"Dr. Lorenato," Dylan said.

"I've never heard of him, but do you think that I could interview him?"

"I don't see why not. I'm planning a trip up into the Hawthorne National Park with him to take these photos."

"I know the place," she said. "It's near the Standard Petroleum fields. They just got permits to drill there."

"Looks like you know more about it then I do," he said and smiled. He sat down on a bar stool next to Kim. "Hey, Kim."

She looked at him and smiled.

"You know Kim?" asked Samantha.

"Your mom introduced us when she was about to do yoga," Dylan answered and sipped his beer. He left out the part where he took her photos and then fucked the hell out of her. He could sense Kim relax as he skipped that part.

"This is Veronica," Cindy said. "Mike's wife."

"Glad to meet you," he said and she smiled. She was stunning. Her long brunette hair flowed down in curls and her figure more than filled out her floral sundress.

Richard was busy the whole time scrolling through his phone and it kept chiming. Tara nudged him and he looked up.

"What?" he said. "I'm checking in on some trades."

He went back to his phone.

They all chatted for awhile until Carl called them out to eat. They sat around eating hamburgers and drinking beers until well into the afternoon. Veronica and Mike took off just as Carl brought out a couple of bottles of wine. The sun began to drop behind the privacy fence and the pool lights automatically turned on. Dylan had already finished off his six pack of beer and two of Carl's beer before accepting a glass of wine.

The three couples sat around the pool drinking when the conversation turned to Dylan's love life.

"So is there a girlfriend?" Cindy asked.

"No," he answered and he could feel Kim's and Samantha's eyes pierce him.

"Maybe he should hook up with Gina?" asked Steve.

"I don't think so," Kim said. "Gina is to forward."

"Nothing wrong with that," said Carl and Cindy slapped his shoulder.

"How about Tonya?" Steve asked.

"He's not Tonya's type," Kim said

"What is Tonya's type?"

"Tattoos, pierced ears, and a motorcycle."

"Then what type of woman does he need?"

"Someone who likes the outdoors, educated, and is down to earth," Kim said and never took her eyes off of his.

"Good luck with that," Steve said and everyone laughed.

They were on their third wine bottle when Carla came outside through the open sliding glass door. She wore a black mini-skirt and a buttoned up white shirt that had four buttons undone to reveal the top of a black bra. She had two wine bottles in her hands and her high heels clicked as she walked over to the party.

"Here you guys are!" she said. "I thought everyone left."

"Carla!" Cindy shrieked. She jumped up and they hugged each other. "I thought you weren't going to make it."

"Ted's being a dick. He was pitching a fit over watching the kids. Hey, guys," she said and placed the wine bottles next to the others. "Oh look the cute guy is here too!"

Dylan blushed and he caught an angry face from Samantha and Kim stiffened. Carla sat down on the lawn chair Dylan was on. She poured herself a glass of wine. Samantha got up and stomped her way inside. 

"So what's on the agenda tonight?" Carla asked.

"We're celebrating a new client," Steve said. 

"Let's go out then," she said. "There's a new club opening up."

"Yeah," Cindy said. "That's sounds like a great idea. You up for it Kim?"

"Sure," Kim said. "You coming Dylan?"

"Of course he is," Carla said. "He's my date."

"Oh boy," Carl said. "She has her claws into you already."

"I think we'll call it a night," Tara said. She excused herself but stopped by Dylan. "If you could find Dr. Lorenato's number and give it to me sometime that would be great."

"No problem."

They called a cab and the six of them piled in. Dylan sat in the front and the five of them squeezed into the back. When they arrived at the club, a long line formed around the building. They waited for almost an hour to get in. The club had a dance floor on the bottom level and numerous wrap around balconies with lounge chairs and tables. Carl had bought a lounge chair on the top floor in the back of the top balcony and they were escorted there by a skimpily clad red head. Her white shorts glowed in the black lights of the club and her hips swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the deep bass. She led them to the half circle lounge chair and everyone slid in. Dylan took the last seat and Carla sat next to him. A waitress in a revealing low-cut tank top and cut off shorts took their drink orders.

They drank and Carl talked about how much money his new clients were going make him. Carla put her hand on his thigh and gave him a wicked smirk. By the time he finished his beer, her hand had moved up to his hip and brushed his cock. She finished her margarita and nudged him.

"Let's dance," she said and Dylan slid out of the couch.

"Yeah," Cindy said and grabbed Carl's hand.

Kim pushed Steve out the other side of the love seat and the three couples went to a glass elevator. When it opened on the ground floor, the ladies dragged the men out into the bustling crowd. Carla swayed her hips to the beat of the music and faced him. He admired her body. She was tall and the mini-skirt hugged her slender curves. The crowd engulfed them and they lost sight of the rest of the group. Hot sweaty bodies gyrated around them, grinding together to the bass of a dub-step beat. Dylan reached out and grabbed Carla's waist and brought her to him. She happily accepted the invitation, turned around and rubbed her ass into his crotch. His dick instantly responded as he moved his hips with her's. She lifted her hands around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling up at him. He held her waist and his hands slipped between the hem of her miniskirt and her buttoned up shirt and onto her warm flesh. They danced this way for a couple of minutes before she turned around, keeping her hands behind his neck. The heat from the crowd and the close proximity of their own bodies, had his hormones blazing. She pushed her body into his, her breasts pressed against his chest, and she brought her lips to his ear.

"I am to fuck the hell out of you," she said and reached down to grab his ass. Their lips met in a kiss. Her tongue teased his. Reaching down, he squeezed her ass. They broke the kiss and she grabbed his arm. They slipped deeper into the crowd.

They found a dark section of the club, lit only by blacklights. She pushed him down on the sofa shared by another couple who were making out. Straddling him, she tilted his head up and they again kissed but this time more hungrily. His erection pressed uncomfortably in his pants. He reached out and mauled her ass through her black mini-skirt. Her hands came down and rubbed his cock through his pants. Her eyes widened as she had to move out of the way to eventually reach his tip. He couldn't help but grin as she slid back into his lap and they kissed some more.

"We better get back," she said after they had made out for a few minutes.

They went back to their table and found the other couples knee deep in drinks. Each man had three empty beer bottles, and the women had finished off another margarita. Cindy waved as they approached.

"Where have you been?" Cindy asked, as they slid back into the love seat.

"Dancing," Carla said and smirked.

Their cute waitress came around and took another order. Shots were distributed and they used beers as chasers. Carl slurred that he would get the next round. Dylan had a pretty good buzz going when the women once again begged the men to go dancing.

"I'm not dancing," Carl said and Steve agreed. "Go ahead. I need to talk to Steve about some ideas I have."

"Come on, Dylan," Carla said and the women all piled out. Dylan found himself in that glass elevator with the three attractive women.

Carla slid her arm around his and Kim did the same to the other as they slipped into the crowd. They danced in a circle for a while but the crowd kept jostling them. They lost Carla in the throng and Kim grabbed Dylan's arm and dragged him away. They stopped after a short walk.

She stood up on her toes and said into his ear, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Steve. I'm not like that. It's just...well...I wasn't myself last night."

"It's alright," he said and put his hand on her waist and began dancing.

She began to dance as well and moved close to him. He turned her around and pressed himself against her. He put both hands on her and pressed hard into her. He couldn't help himself and he cupped her breasts. She brought his hands down but continued to move her ass against him. His hands held onto her waist and squeezed. He brought his lips to her ear and bit it. She swatted him back, but gave his cock a squeeze. Then he saw Cindy surrounded by guys and pointed her out to Kim.

"Go and save her," she said.

He let go of her and worked his way over to Cindy. Her back was to him and he really didn't blame these men trying to get the attention of this beautiful woman. He danced right up to her and pressed himself against her. She whirled around ready to smack him and laughed.

"Dylan," she yelled as he grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the disappointed men.

Someone bumped into her and they pressed up against each other. The sensation of her breasts against his midsection burned into his memory. She hugged him as the crowd continued to push them. Her blue eyes sparkled and he increased his grip on her. He reluctantly released her as space opened up. They danced and the crowd disappeared. Cindy swayed side to side. Her breasts bounced and her bright smile lit the dark dance floor. He moved closer to her and the tips of her breasts began brushing up and down against him. They locked eyes as they danced and he reached out and touched her hip. She didn't back away. His knee slid between her legs and she grinded against his leg. His arm slid up the side of her waist, letting his forearm brush against the outside of her breast. Her thigh kept coming in contact with his aching erection and her arm clung to his waist. Her deep blue eyes sparkled as their bodies rubbed against each other for what felt like forever. Goose bumps formed on his arms even in the sweltering heat of the club and he could feel his heart pound in his chest. His arm slid back down until it rested on the top of her butt and he pressed her closer to him. Her breasts pushed hard against him and he could feel her grip tighten on his waist and her grinding increased against his erection. Ever so slowly, his hand began to creep down just over the top of her butt, but then this perfect moment was broken up by the sight of Kim approaching with Carla in tow. He created space just as they broke through the crowd towards them. He locked eyes with Cindy and both shared a bit of disappointment as the girls once again formed a circle and danced.




Guest House Ch. 04: Night Cap



Cindy decided to head back up to check on the men but Carla and Kim wanted to dance a few more songs. The beat changed and a someone got onto the platform the DJ played on. The crowd cheered as the person pulled out a microphone and began to sing. The crowd pushed forward and he reached out and grabbed Kim before getting pushed forward. Carla disappeared into the crowd. He worked his way out of the chaos and towards the opposite side of the club.

"Let's use the stairs and head up," he said, still holding her hand.

They walked to the third floor as the crowd upstairs began to flood downward and they made their way back to the lounge on the far end of the club. The top floor was nearly empty now with everyone either on the railing looking down at the impromptu concert or half in the tank on the couches. He stopped at one of the numerous bathroom stalls.

"I have to go," he said and ducked inside.

It was empty with all the stall doors open. He finished, washed his hands and went outside. Kim was still waiting for him. His hormones from his dance with Cindy had his mind reeling. He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bathroom. Her resistance was half hearted.

"What are you doing?" she asked and as the door closed behind him, he pushed her up against it and kissed her. Their mouths locked together, sealed in a passionate kiss. Her hands slid up his muscular chest and over his hair. They parted for a second. "We can't ."

He didn't listen to her and dragged her over to the last stall, locking it behind him. He sat on the closed lid of the toilet and tugged on her so that she straddled him. He lifted her shirt and bra together and began sucking her breasts. She moaned and her hands fumbled against his jeans, her hips bucked back and forth. She had to get up and he pulled his pants down to his ankles. His massive cock pointed skyward.

"I've been thinking about this ever since you left last night," she said and stared at his cock. 

Her delicate fingers encircled it and ever so slightly pumped up and down. Raising up on her knees, her mouth took him in. Warmth enveloped him and he leaned back, his head resting against the cold ceramic tiles. She pumped the base of his cock as she slurped his tip. With all the teasing and the image of Cindy still on his mind, his release was only seconds away. Then the door burst open and someone stumbled into one of the stalls. Kim took her mouth off of his cock and put her fingers to her lips. Sounds of retching and vomiting came from the stall two over. Another person came in.

"Steve are you alright?" asked Carl.

"I'm fine," Steve replied and heaved again.

Kim's eyes widened in surprise and she scooted off the floor and straddled Dylan's lap. He wrapped his arms around her, his cock wedged between her legs. Steve continued to dry heave and then flushed the toilet.

"All done," Carl asked.

"Just about," Steve said and heaved again.

Dylan ran his hands up Kim's waist and cupped her breasts. She tried to pull his hands away, but he continued to squeeze them. Having her husband in the same room only made him want her more and he bit her earlobe. She mouthed for him to stop, but he only put his mouth to her's and she finally relented and their tongues tangled. Soon her hips started to buck, pushing his cock uncomfortably into his abdomen. His hand tried to snake into her pants but she held onto his wrist with both of her hands.

Steve stood up and went to the sink. He washed up and dried himself off before leaving with Carl. As soon as the door shut, she got up and turned to go. Almost loosing his balance with his pants around his ankles and the alcohol making a dent in his senses, he pressed Kim up against the stall door, and began to pull down her pants. They were just under her ass and he took hold of his cock and ran it between her legs. It slid over her slit and banged against the door, sending a jolt of pain through him. She put her hands against the door and slowly slid down the door, pressing her ass back against him. It allowed him the angle to press his tip against her hole. It spread her lips as his tip slipped in.

"Please," she whimpered.

He began feeding her his cock and she quivered as it jammed into her. Then he began pumping back and forth. She moaned in short bursts as he filled every inch of her pussy. Her juices glistened off of him. Her firm ass bounced back against him and he grabbed a handful of it. He continued the rhythm for several minutes until she shivered in an orgasm. He was about to cum, so he pulled out, grabbed some toilet paper and pumped his load onto it. Some sprayed against the stall and he used more toilet paper to clean that up. She pulled up her pants, turned around and gave him one last kiss before stepping out of the stall. He waited until his erection and post cum were all cleaned up and then flushed the toilet. He washed up and stumbled out of the bathroom. 

The men were deep in a loud drunken conversation as he approached them. Cindy sat in Carl's lap, her arm around his shoulder. Kim eyed Dylan as she sat next to her husband, who leaned forward, his head resting in his hand. Carla smiled broadly and waved him over. She got up and when he sat down, she plopped down in his lap. The waitress came by and Carl ordered another round and a water for Steve. Cindy and Carla chatted to each other and sipped their Bud Lights while Dylan and Kim locked eyes. Carl's eyes began to glass over and his head began to bob back and forth. Dylan lifted his lap and pulled out his phone. He called a cab and gave him his number when they were outside. Carl nodded out and Cindy slid off of him and her head landed onto Carla's lap. They both laughed and he looked down at those perky breasts. He placed his hand on her stomach and she put both her hands on his. Carla began petting her hair. Feeling bold, he slid his arm until his forearm once again pushed against the underside of her breast. She still didn't remove her hand as Carl slumped against Steve. His phone rang and he reluctantly removed his hand from Carla's and answered it.

"Time to go," he said. "Ladies you get Carl and I'll get Steve."

They woke up Carl and he slid out of the bench. He wrapped both arms around the women as they guided him towards the elevator. Steve on the other hand was out cold and he had to be carried out of the door. The bouncers eyed him wearily and Dylan told them that they were taking a cab and the huge man nodded. The cab idled out front and they strapped Steve into the front seat.

"He better not puke in here or I'll charge you for the cleanup," the bald taxi cab driver said.

"He won't," Dylan said and then helped Carl into one side of the cab and Cindy sat on his lap. Dylan then got in with Carla on his lap and Kim closed the door as she got in. The cab took off and Carla kept jostling around, his growing cock prodding into her. It also didn't help that his hand rested on Kim's leg and in the dark of the cab, he let it slide down onto her inner thigh and she covered his hand with hers. Cindy leaned against the now passed out Carl. During a sharp curve, she slid off his lap and leaned heavily against him. His arm was wedged behind her and he placed it behind her back, pressing her into him. Kim pushed Dylan's hand until it touched her pussy through her pants and he wiggled his fingers back and forth. Carla kept sliding back and forth on his lap and leaned back. She slurred something he couldn't make out but she quickened her grinding. His other hand touched the side of Cindy's boob and he delicately increased the pressure. He could feel the wire of her bra and she laid her head on his shoulder. His heart pounded and he very nearly cummed a second time. He didn't want to ruin the moment and forced himself not to squeeze his hand on her breast. Kim worked his other hand against her and when he looked at her, she stared out the window, biting her bottom lip.

The cab finally stopped at their home. Kim let go of his hand and got out while Carla slid off his lap and followed. He reluctantly slid his hand from behind Cindy and noticed that she had fallen asleep. He shook her shoulder and she opened her eyes.

"Hey there sleepy head," he said. "We're home."

She then took his extended hand and he helped her out. He opened Steve's door and picked him up and then settled him onto the ground. He just laid down in the yard. He then went over to the cabbie and paid him through the open window and included a pretty hefty tip. Then he opened Carl's door and scooped him out. The cab took off and Dylan carried Carl while the three ladies propped Steve to his feet and dragged him inside.

"Take Carl up to our bedroom," Cindy said.

He followed her up the stairs to the master bedroom. He tossed him onto the bed, took off his shoes, and threw the blankets on top of him. They then went downstairs and he picked up Steve and followed Cindy again to the guest bedroom. He did the same thing and took off his shoes before tucking him in for the night. Nearly falling down the stairs from his buzz, he grasped the banister and found the ladies in the den.

"Samantha left a message," Cindy said, hanging up her cell phone. "She said that she went out with her friends and might spend the night."

Dylan sat down on the love seat between Kim and Carla while Cindy went behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of wine. She poured four glasses and handed them out. Dylan sipped his, knowing that he was nudging his limit. Cindy then sat down on one of the barstools. They drank their wines and no one said anything.

"It's only two o'clock," Cindy said. "Why don't we do something?"

"Like what?" Kim asked and placed her empty wine bottle on the table in front of the love seat.

Dylan looked over at Carla and she began to shut her eyes and her head sank forward. He quickly reached out and grabbed her half full wine glass and he placed it on the table. Cindy left the room and came back with a blanket. Dylan and Kim got up and they stretched Carla out and put the blanket on her. Cindy then opened the sliding glass door and they went outside beside the pool. They sat on the pool chairs and Cindy poured them another glass of wine.

"Do you guys ever use the hot tub?" Dylan asked. It was in-ground and right next to their pool. The cover had been on since he had moved here. 

"Not for some time, but it does sound enticing right now," Cindy said and got up. She went over to it and began uncovering it. "Help me with this."

Dylan rushed over and helped remove the cover. Cindy pressed a few buttons and the bubbles started to fill the water. She then went inside and grabbed a few towels. Kim, who had stood a little behind them, moved up.

"I don't have a bathing suit," she said.

"Oh don't be silly," Cindy said and to Dylan's utter surprise, she lifted her tight shirt over her head to reveal a brown bra with a golden flower pattern. It pressed her cleavage together and Dylan swallowed hard. She then unbuttoned her pants and wiggled out of them, displaying a matching pair of lacy underwear. Her body was amazing. Kim and Dylan just stood there looking at her. "Well?"

Dylan quickly took off his shirt, throwing it to the side, kicked off his shoes, and tore his pants off. He wore a pair of white jockey shorts and his growing erection was far from concealed. Cindy's eyes widened as she saw his monster. Kim also began undressing and a white thong and bra were the only things concealing her tight body. All three then slipped into the hot tub. Dylan drank his wine and didn't shy away from staring at Cindy's breasts that floated above the water.

"My back is sore," Kim asked and looked at Dylan.

"Let me help you," he said and scooted over to her.

She lifted herself onto his lap and he began massaging her back. Kim then reached forward and grabbed Cindy's feet and started massaging them. Her firm ass rubbed against him and his erection poked into her. He then pulled down his jockey shorts and released his erection. He maneuvered it under her ass and between his legs to allow her pussy to slide back and forth on it.

"Why don't you sit on my lap and I'll massage you?" Kim asked Cindy.

The gorgeous blonde across from him put her wine glass down and sat on Kim's lap. The added pressure of her caused his cock to press right up against Kim's pussy lips. She began massaging Cindy's back. She slowly scooted back until she sat on his stomach and Cindy on his thighs. The head of his cock now touched Cindy's ass. She had to feel it, but she didn't let him know. He placed his hands on Kim's waist and watched her work her hands all over Cindy's back and down her shoulders and arms. He then began to spread his knees and Cindy's legs which where outside his, began to open. She scooted back a little and now his tip pressed against her intimate place. She leaned forward and placed her hands onto Dylan's knees. He placed his right hand into Kim's lap and slid it down her panties. Two fingers slipped into her hole and she stifled a moan. Carla jumped as Kim's hands cupped her breasts and she moved back to the other side of the hot tub.

She leaned over the edge of the hot tub to pour another glass of wine. The ass that had enticed him for the past week slipped out of the water. Her brown panties rode up and displayed plenty of wet flesh. She then turned around and sipped her wine. Her flushed face smiled and Kim reluctantly climbed off his lap to sit beside them.

"I'm getting too hot," Cindy said.

"Let's slip into the pool then," Kim suggested.

"I'm going to call it a night," she said and finished the glass of wine.

She rose up out of the water and both Kim and Dylan watched her perfect body as she dried off. Kim climbed out also. Her now wet bra and panties showed everything. Dylan pulled up his jockey shorts and slipped out as well. His jockey shorts clung to him and his entire package was on display for them to see. Cindy stopped drying her hair and just stared at it and Kim gave him a wide grin. He bent down and took a towel and began to dry off. The women then stopped staring and began dressing. Once everyone had their clothes on, they said their good-byes and headed inside, leaving Dylan wet, alone, and with a raging hard on.

He walked out of the gate and up to his apartment. Once inside he slipped out of his wet clothes and tossed his shirt over his shoulder and stumbled over to the bed. He rolled under his covers and bumped into something.

"Watch it," said a sleepy voice.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked, as Samantha popped her head out of the covers.

"Waiting for you. What time is it?"

Dylan sat up and squinted at the clock, waited for it to stand still and said, "Two-Thirty."

He let his head hit the pillow and stretched out. Samantha rolled over and put her head on his chest and her hand on his still hard cock. He was horny and drunk and didn't fight as she slid down and began sucking him. The beautiful eighteen year old teenager with the tightest body he had ever seen licked his dick. He kicked off the blankets. The moonlight outside allowed plenty of light to see Samantha in the same pink underwear she had worn previously. It took him a bit longer than usual to unsnap her bra since his fingers weren't cooperating but it eventually slid down her shoulders and she deftly removed it, tossing it to the ground. He fondled her right breast, flicked at her nipple, and then cupped it. It fit perfectly in his hand. In his drunken state, his sensitivity was dulled and she frantically worked on him. He tugged at her legs and turned her around so that they were in the sixty-nine position and he peeled down her thong. She lifted her legs and he slid them the rest of the way off, throwing them in the general direction of her bra.

He pushed her pussy into his face and buried his tongue deep into her. She lifted her head and howled a deep moan. His tongue worked the walls of her vagina, around and around, licking back and forth, and then flicked in and out. Her juices started to flow and he inserted his finger into her and then added another. She bucked and pumped his cock with both hands. It was time. He pushed her off of him and she rolled onto her back. He got onto his knees, grabbed her ankles, and rolled her over. He seized her hips and raised her ass into position. He rubbed his cock back and forth against her womanhood, found the hole, and slipped in the head.

"It's too big," she squealed.

"Relax," he said and pushed in another inch of himself. "Damn, you're so tight."

"Oh...My...," she cried as another inch went in.

Her pussy wrapped around him as he kept up the pressure to fit more in. He then inched out and then back, out and then back. Her juices dripped down his massive cock and he grabbed her ass cheeks. He finally got half of him inside her and she buried face into the blankets and orgasmed. He inched out until his purple head nearly popped out and then slammed all of him into her. She gripped the sheets and tore them from the mattress and he pounded her round ass. Their bodies slapped into each other with each thrust and she let out screeching moans each time he bottomed out inside her. Even in his drunken state, seeing him inside this gorgeous teenager that could be a model, he felt his nuts begin to send their semen out. Just as he was about to release, he heard a knock on the door. His heart nearly shot out of his chest and he pulled out of Samantha and pushed her off the bed.

"Get into the bathroom," he hissed and she grabbed her bra and underwear and crawled into the bathroom. "I'm coming."

Wrapping the blanket around himself, he opened the door and let out a deep sigh of relief to see Carla there instead of Carl. She leaned against the door, a bottle of wine in her hand, and staggered in. He closed the door as she fell back onto his bed and sipped the bottle. He could see Samantha's naked shadow in the bathroom and feared that Carla would see her. So he dropped the blanket and approached Carla, who licked her lips and spread her legs, displaying her white panties. She put down the wine bottle on his night stand and leaned forward and tried to reach for his cock, but he didn't want her to feel Samantha's juices, so he grabbed her hands and forced her back onto the bed. He unbuttoned her white blouse and exposed her push up bra. He made eye contact with Samantha, who still remained in the bathroom door. He bobbed his head to the side for her to get out of sight. He then drunkenly tore Cindy's panties down her leg.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

She nodded. He lined up his dick and inserted it into her.

"Holy fucking shit!" she screamed and backed up, but he followed her and climbed onto the bed, grabbing her shoulders. "It's too big."

"I thought you wanted it?" he asked again and pushed further into her. Her legs locked behind his back as he inched in further.

"I've never...had...something...this...big...in...meeeeee," she said with every thrust.

He destroyed her in an alcohol fueled lust and while Carla writhed beneath him, he watched Samantha begin rubbing herself as she leaned against the frame of the bathroom door. This wasn't lovemaking, this was fucking, and he kept the intense pace up as she threw her head around like she was being exorcized. Her hands came up and reached his already sore back and he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed.

"Please...slow...down...I'm...not...used...to...this...," she pleaded, but he didn't care. His pent up sexual energy needed to be released and this woman was about to feel the full force of that. "I'm...about...to...Ohhhh."

Carla body went rigid as her orgasm took over her. His own orgasm was eminent due to the intense pace, he extracted himself from her legs and scooted off the bed. She remained still, panting, and he grabbed her panties and tossed them on her.




Guest House Ch. 04: Night Cap



"I'm sorry Carla, but I need some sleep," he said and she finally sat up.

"That was incredible," she said and slid her panties back on. She buttoned up shirt, stood, and kissed him with boozy breath. "See you tomorrow."

He held the door open and she slipped on the third step down, righted herself, and then made it the rest of the way down. When he closed the door he saw Samantha standing next to his bed with her gorgeous naked teen body on full display.

"That was so hot," she said. She then approached him and held onto his cock, leading him back to the bed. "Where were we?"

"About to go to bed," he said. He was tired and beginning to get a headache. "Get dressed."

He rolled onto the bed and under the covers. He closed his eyes and listened to her search for her clothes. When the door finally opened and shut, he rolled to his side and instantly went to sleep.



Guest House Ch. 03: Yoga



This is the third part to my Guest House series. I want to thank everyone for taking the time to rate or favorite my stories and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I had writing it. 

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Dylan finished his breakfast and put on his running pants and shoes before heading out. He did a few stretches and took his first few steps out of the driveway and onto the road when he heard footsteps behind him. 

"Hi," Cindy said and ran up to him. "Need a running partner."

"Sure," he said. She wore another tight fitting sports bra and spandex shorts. He had to focus on the road ahead because her bouncing breasts were mesmerizing.

They ran for ten minutes before they approached a wooded area where a marking trails were posted on a sign. She stopped at the sign.

"I don't take the trails unless I have a partner," Cindy said. "I have watched too many horror movies, but the yellow trail is perfect."

"Lead the way," he said and she took off down the trail.

For the next twenty minutes, he watched her tight ass as they traversed the path. They stopped to catch their breath at a pond. Two ducks swam peacefully and the morning sun rose over the outcrop of trees. They sat next to each other on a rock, their arms touching, and his heart beat with excitement. He could almost sense that she increased the pressure a little.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked.

"You have no idea," he said and their eyes met. She gave him a warm smile and then stood up.

"Ready to finish up," she said and didn't wait for him to respond before starting.

He caught up to her as they exited the trail and back onto asphalt. They stopped back in the driveway and faced each other. Sweat trickled down her cheek and slipped down the slope of her upper breast and into the confines of her sports bra.

"Thanks for the run," he said.

"It's great to have someone to run with," she said and then headed to the front of the house before entering.

Dylan walked to the side driveway and toward his apartment. Once inside, he grabbed a water and a towel, and headed to the weight room. There were a few free weights, a bench press, and a treadmill. He ducked his head into the other room which had yoga mats in it. Starting at the dumbbells, he began to work out. After a few sets, the door opened up and a petite brunette woman came in.

"Oh," she said. "Is Cindy here?"

"She's inside the house," he said and sat up. "I'm Dylan. I'm renting the guest house."

"I'm Kim," she said. "We usually do yoga at this time."

"Hi, Kim," said Cindy from behind her. "Oh, hi Dylan, this is Kim my yoga instructor. Kim this is Dylan. He's renting the Tara's old room."

They entered the weight room. Cindy had changed into tight fitting Yoga pants and a loose fitting tank top with a visible pink sports bra underneath. Her blonde hair was up in a bun and showed off her beautiful face.

"Are you going to join us for yoga?" Cindy asked Dylan.

"I have develop some photos this afternoon," he said.

"You're a photographer?" Kim asked.

"Yes," he said and wiped the sweet from his forehead and bare chest.

"What a coincidence. I'm looking for someone to take some photos for my website. I had a friend take some and they turned out terrible," she said.

"I'd love to help. Just let me know when," he said.

Another woman, in her mid-forties, stepped into the weight room. She was a tall brunette and wore brown yoga pants and a spandex top that had her nipples already showing.

"Oh," she said and eyed Dylan. "Who is this?"

"Be on your best behavior Carla," Cindy said. "He's my new tenant. Dylan this is Carla. Beware of her. She bites."

"Nice to meet you," he said.

"Cindy, you didn't tell me you had a hunk move in with you," she said. She wasn't abashed as she checked him out.

Cindy's face grew a shade of red.

"I guess I'll leave you to your yoga," Dylan said and stood.

"Nice to meet you," Kim said, as Cindy ushered the women into the yoga room.

Dylan smiled and headed back to his apartment. He took a shower and began the arduous task of printing and assembling photos for a wedding he shot a month ago. As he slid the last photo into the book, a knock came to his door. Kim smiled as he opened the door.

"Hi," he said. "Come in. Sorry about the mess."

She stepped inside and stared up at him with her large hazel eyes.

"I was wondering if you were free to do some of those photos I asked about earlier?" she asked.

"Here?"

"No. At my yoga classroom. It is downtown." She pulled out her card and handed it to him. "The thing is I am waiting for these photos so I can launch the website. So the sooner the better."

"I'm free," he said.

"Great. I have one more class to do. How does seven sound?"

"Perfect."

"Great. I can't thank you enough," she said and left.

He admired her petite waist and tiny but firm ass.

Dylan pulled into the parking lot and walked over to yoga studio. The waiting room light was off, but he knocked anyways and a light turned on. Kim walked up, unlocked the door, and let him in.

"Sorry," she said. "I was setting up the studio."

"Not a problem. I just got here." She showed him to the studio, a spacious room with mats stacked against the walls, a mirror along the back wall, and a bar that ran length wise across it. "The mirror might cause an issue. Do you have another room?"

"Not really," she said and thought for a second. "The only other place would be my house which is up the road."

"The flash and lighting will cause issues with these mirrors. If we want this done right, we should head there."

He followed her small Prius to a quaint home. He followed her in, carrying his gear, and she turned on all the lights, as they headed through the house.

"This is my personal yoga room," she said, as she flicked on the light to a spare room. It was bare except a mat, some Buddhist posters, and a radio on a lamp stand.

"This is perfect," he said and started setting up the lighting and camera. By the time he was done, she had poured a glass of wine for each of them and had changed into spandex shorts and a white sports bra which hugged her petite frame. Her hair was tied back and she looked up at him with a cute smile. "So what do you have in mind?"

"I'll just run through a series of yoga poses," she said.

"Alright. Here is your mark." He stood in the center of the room.

She did twenty poses and he took the shots while devouring the view of her in various seductive poses. He detached the camera and sat next to her to show her the pictures he had taken. She leaned into his shoulder as they both stared into the display.

"I like these," she said. "Just a few more."

He attached the camera again and she did a series of very flexible moves.

"That's crazy," he said, as she balanced on her hands with her feet in the air.

"It's not that hard. You just need some practice," she said and un-contorted herself. "Here let me show you."

"That's alright," he said.

"Don't be shy," she said and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the mat. "lay down on your back and tuck in your knees."

He did so and she pressed her hands into his feet and forced his knees into his chest. She increased the pressure by leaning against his feet with her thighs. He groaned and his feet slipped off her thighs and she crashed down on top of him. He instinctively reached and wrapped his hands tightly around her thin waist. Her pelvis pressed against his already semi-hard erection.

"Sorry," he said but he didn't let go. "Is this part of the lesson?"

"Not really?" she said and slid herself off of him. Her body rubbed against his cock all the way down until she stood on her knees in front of him. Her eyes locked onto his crotch.

"How about another pose," she said. "Like this."

She turned around on all fours and raised her ass into the air. Her white spandex shorts hugged her labia and rode up to show him the underside of her ass cheeks. Fighting down the urge the grab her waist again and just take her. He moved beside her and mimicked the position. His buttoned up shirt came untucked as he tried and she placed her hands on his lower back.

"Can you feel it right here?" she said and ran her fingers down his muscular back. "Now lift up your rear."

She placed her hands onto his ass.

"I feel it," he said and she laughed.

"Now turn over," she said and he did.

He laid on his back, knees up, and his hands behind his head. She put two feet on both sides of him and put her hands on her hip. She smiled and bit her lower lip. Lowering herself down, she now sat on his lap, trapping his manhood underneath her. She then ripped his shirt off. Buttons flew everywhere and all he could think about was that was his best dress shirt. She scooted up further, grabbed his hair, and kissed him. He gasped for air as she finally let go of him and his head hit the mat. She then stood up and turned around and leaned onto his chest and undid his belt. Her ass hovered in front of hiss face and he used one hand to pull her spandex shorts to the side and lapped his tongue over her intimate lips. Letting out a whimper, she unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. He lifted his hips and she pulled down his pants below his balls. His dick was at full attention from the constant arousal from this cute yoga instructor. She scooted forward a bit and off his face and took his head into her mouth. He slid her spandex shorts down to her knees and she nimbly lifted one leg up without pausing in her succulent slurping. He slid the shorts off one leg then the other. Her perfect pussy and tight round ass tempted him. Running his index finger in circles over her vagina made her wiggle her ass.

"This thing is a monster," she said, pausing from her handy work and looking back at him.

He sat up, grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders. He buried his lips into her womanhood. His tongue entered her space, licked every centimeter of her crevice, and circled over and over again. She buried her head into his lap and gently rubbed his cock with her small hands. Juices ran down his chin and she shivered, letting out a long deep moan. He let up for some air and she slid down his chest and began sucking his cock again. She gagged, as she took a third of him down. He tried to get up, but her strong thighs squeezed into his neck. Up, down, up down. She sucked him faster and faster. His balls tingled and ran his hands over her ass.

"I'm going to...," he warned.

Too late. He exploded in her mouth in two distinct loads. She didn't flinch and had sealed her lips over his dick and swallowed. When he was done, she stood up. She looked fantastic with her spandex shorts clinging to one leg and two nipples poking though her sports bra. Her normal cute face had a hunger to it and she moved to his shoes and removed them. She nearly tore his pants down his legs with so much force that it carried his boxer shorts with them.

"I've never tried something like that before," she said, eyeing his still erect cock. "Not even my toys are that big."

Dylan took his ruined shirt off and now was completely nude. She positioned herself over his cock and took it with her hand while lowering herself. He watched as his giant tip spread her pussy lips apart and it slipped inside her. She let out a gasp and ever so slowly lowered herself down another inch and then another. When she was halfway down, she began to rise and fall gently. Her juices glistened on his shaft and she threw her head back and orgasmed. He couldn't take it and when she inched down again he thrusted his hips up and engulfed her. Her eyes flew open and she dug her claws into his thighs. Grabbing her perfect ass, he pushed her up and down. She got into the rhythm and moaned uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched around his shaft like a vise and only after ten to twenty thrusts, it began to loosen its grip.

He sat up, hands still gripping her ass, and he kissed her. Her tongue expertly intertwined with his in a dance, and she kept her thrusting her hips in and out. He moved his hands just below her sports bra and lifted up and over her head. She reluctantly removed her mouth from his to allow him to take it off. Her breasts, not big, but filled both his hands. her nipples jutted out and he rubbed his palms over them. He then pushed her down to the mat while still massaging her breasts. He adjusted his legs, still remaining in her, and leaned his chest onto her, pushing his member all the way in. She squealed, locked her legs around his waist, and dug her claws into his back. The pain made him thrust harder into her, which in turn made her increase her grip with her powerful thighs. Tipping her head back, she groaned. Her powerful legs only allowed him to move his hips back a few inches and she clung so tightly to his back that he had little room to operate. So he stood up, grabbing her ass, his cock never leaving her warm opening, and he lifted her up and down on his cock. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and she began to bounce herself off him. He kneaded his hands into her firm ass and concentrated on not loosing his balance. After a minute of this his legs began to strain so he pushed her into the wall with some force, pinning her body against his. She gripped his neck, as he pounded into her. She unwrapped her legs from his waist and he slid his arms under them and brought them up, folding her against the wall. He slowed his pace and slid his massive member almost all the way out and then inch by inch, he inserted it back in. He looked into her hungry hazel eyes and she stared back at him with animalistic lust. Sweat trickled down her forehead, as he playfully moved back out of her. She tried to buck her hips forward but didn't have the leverage. He had all the control.

After a few more teasing thrusts, he picked up the pace again and her eyes rolled back and fluttered as her third orgasm took control of her. His energy was nearly exhausted, even though he was far from cumming a second time. Keeping her in the same position, he lowered her onto the yoga mat. He gripped her calves, locking them beside her head, and he began pile-driving his cock deep inside of her. Over and over and over. He looked down at his cock penetrating her perfect pussy. When he pushed his cock out her lips clung to it, refusing to let go. Juices shined off his thick member as it slid back in. They both locked eyes as he pounded her. She reached out, seized him by the hair and pulled him in for a deep long kiss, biting his bottom lip when he pulled back to breath.

He let go of her legs and she expertly rolled over and onto her belly. His cock popped out of her pussy as she positioned herself on her hands and knees. Her firm ass wiggled at him, and her moist mound awaited him. He rubbed his cock back and forth over her opening and she bucked backwards. His tip once again parted her lips and she moaned. Inch by inch, he entered her until his hips pressed perfectly against her naked ass. His hands grasped around her petite waist and he pushed her slowly forward and then ever so slowly entered her. She increased the pace, driving her ass into his stomach. He reached up, snagged her brown hair and tilted her face up towards the ceiling as he attacked her tight pussy. It clenched around his girth and he could feel the beginning surge of his second ejaculation. He let go of her hair, slid out of her, and pumped his cock several times until his semen splattered over her ass and lower back.

Exhausted, he sat down and she turned around. She curled up and put her head on his leg, her eyes staring at his slowly softening cock. She lightly wrapped her small hands around it and looked longingly at it. He sat there for a few minutes and listened to her slow breathing. He unwrapped her fingers off his now flaccid cock and picked her up, his hand coming in contact with his own semen. He carried her into her bedroom, placed her on the top covers. She had a bathroom attached to her room and he washed his hands and grabbed a towel. As he cleaned her off and put her under the covers, she stared at him with tired eyes.

"You can't sleep here," she said.

He eyed the picture of her and some man on the night stand next to her bed.

"I'll pack up and go," he said, leaning down and kissing her before leaving the room.

He stopped the record button on his camera and quickly unpacked the equipment before dressing and slipping out the door. He let out a long yawn and pulled into his driveway well past midnight. He took a steaming shower until his fingers wrinkled and he stepped out. He sleepily plugged his camera into his computer and saved the files before collapsing onto his mattress and falling to sleep.



Guest House



"How'd that conversation start?" He chuckles.

"Maybe I shouldn't be telling you about this. Since we work together and all...."

"Are you kidding me? You can't start telling me this and 'just stop'." He waves both hands towards himself. "Come on, spill the beans."

"Well-l...." She rubs her lower leg as before, moving the foot at the ankle. "I was talking to this guy the other day when a woman with one leg walked towards us. I said 'at least she has one pretty leg'. He told me that some men love women that are that way, but he wouldn't."

"Way?" he quizzes, acting as if it is a new concept.

"You know, missing a leg like this woman we had just seen." Julie sighs. "Would you rather I have both legs or just one?"

"Hmmm." He fakes rubbing his chin in thought. "I think you have some of the greatest legs in the world, but as long as you keep at least one, I'd be with you in a heartbeat. What red blooded fella wouldn't?"

"Mike said he'd leave me. Do you think he only loves me for my legs?"

"Only you can answer that." Jeff holds both hands up and shrugs.

"Well, I liked your answer."

"Good." He gives her a long look. "Say. You aren't about to lose a leg, are you?"

She laughs. "No, silly." She stands, adjusts a stocking revealing most of the thigh, then leaves.

-

Carla knocks on Jeff's door wearing only a blouse and black thigh-high stockings plus red stilettos. His jaw drops when he sees.

"Sam's away." She chuckles, carrying a pizza box in one hand and pushing him farther into the guesthouse.

"I'm liking the sound of this." He chuckles, taking the box. She closes the door and follows. "Leave Sam and we can find a surgeon to amputate the damn leg."

"Now, I'm liking the sound of this." She laughs, kisses him deeply, and then opens the box. "There's a prenup and all the money is his. Man, oh man. There is just something about you...I've never found in a guy before. I don't know if I can choose between the lifestyle and the leg."

"Hey, I didn't know I'd find you 'and' that you'd be interested in being that way. I was just pumped to see you naked that day." He laughs, ripping a slice away from the others.

"There's not a doc anyway." She groans, leans back, and eats a bite.

"You never told me what happened with Marci's leg."

"An accident. Believe me, I've thought about such things."

"Too dangerous."

"For sure." She chews. "It's off at the hip."

"Cool."

"Would you rather have me with two legs or her with one?"

"That's hardly fair. I haven't met her and I don't know if you'll leave what's his name and have an amputation."

She roars with laughter, almost blowing pizza out her nose. "Goddamn, I love you so much."

"Yeah, maybe the gods will shine on me and I can have both of you with one leg."

"Hmmm, let me see." She rubs her chin. "How would that be a good deal for us? I mean, can you 'service' two horny ladies as often as we might need?"

"How often do you think?"

"At least several times a day. Each!" She doesn't look up, but eats another bite. "And that would be on a down day."

"On an up day?"

"I don't know if I can count that high." She snickers.

"Would it have to be 'fuckin'? I mean...I could give you oral or use fingers...even a dildo."

"Good point. I'll consider that." She rubs both hands along the upper parts of the right leg. "How much?"

"All of it. Uh-huh. All of it."

"You know I asked Sam that once and you know what he said - I'll leave."

"A woman at work told me a similar story. She and some guy were walking along when they spotted a woman missing a leg. The woman at work has legs almost as fine as yours. She asked the guy how he'd feel if she lost a leg."

"He'd leave her. Yeah, I suspect that is the case more often than not. Was this Julie? I think Sam is banging her, or at least 'has' banged her. Just so he doesn't fuck other women...often...."

"Uh-huh."

"The only reason I thought that was.... Never mind." She wipes a tear from one eye. "I do love you, Jeff. You understand me." She takes the last slice, holding it towards him. He shakes his head, holding a hand up. She eats a bite. "Did I mention Marci is coming for a visit?"

"No, no. When?"

"Next week. You two should have some sex so you can tell me what it is like with a one-legged chick. Something I probably will never get to experience. Being one legged, not having sex with a one-legged...."

"I get it. Have you ever talked to Marci about your 'need'?"

"No. I don't want to burden her. She's dealing with her own loss."

-

Carla strolls through the house with a leg bound, the alternating tapping of the crutch tips and hard sole of a high-heel shoe echoing off the hardwood floor. The loose fitting dress hangs past her knee.

"God, get a life," Sam complains. "And don't even think of doing that shit while Marci is here. She's got enough problems to deal with."

She stops in front of him, cups a hand over his crotch, and shoves her tongue deep into his mouth. She grinds, rubbing the growing erection for a while before jamming the hand inside the waistband.

"Don't you think I'd be as hot as your sister?" She strokes his shaft, the grip squeezing tighter with each. "I bet her stump is hot, sexy. It would feel so good against your lips."

"She's my sis....."

"Don't tell me you haven't had fantasies about her, before or after the surgery." She rips at the snap and drags the zipper slowly down. "Would you still get so hard if I had one leg?"

He pushes her away. "You are totally crazy."

"Honey, let me suck you and help you forget." She pulls at the briefs.

"I have a headache," he says, backing away.

"Hey, that's 'my' excuse." She laughs. "Do you really hate it so much that I pretend to be missing a leg?"

"I used to be able to ignore it, but...." He takes a few steps. "Since Marci's surgery, I just don't know. Go for a swim...or something."

Carla stands naked in the special place by the edge of the pool so Jeff can watch. It isn't the first time she performed for him, maybe not the last. She had told him for those evenings when Sam would be home and she could not be with him. The light in the guesthouse goes off, the signal he is ready. She fondles a breast, pulling it about her chest and sucking the nipples. The other hand reaches between legs spread wide and fingers dig deep. She nibbles her lower lip suggestively, wishing he were sucking her.

-

"How's the hot landlord?" Julie quizzes, closing Jeff's office door quietly and taking a seat by the desk. She scoots her hips forward with legs spread leaving her thighs exposed above the lace tops of the black stockings. The skirt snakes up more until a black thong begins to show.

"Why? Don't stop, of course. I'm just curious about lover boy."

"Asshole." She sits upright and lets the dress fall down as she crosses her legs. "He told me about another girl...woman. We had a big fight."

"This man you were with when you saw the one-legged woman, are you having an affair with him?"

"Guess so. He's married."

"Maybe he'd leave her then you and he could, you know, run off into the sunset."

"I'd love that. All I know about her is he thinks she's 'crazy' or some such. I don't know."

"How long have you been seeing him?"

"Long enough to know I love him. I think he loves me."

"Do you really think he might leave her?"

"I'm seeing him tonight. She thinks he is away on another business trip. I'm planning to see what he might do. God, I'm going crazy about him. I was already having second thoughts about marrying Mike. Guess it's good this happened."

She stands and takes a few steps. "Maybe there's a chance for you." She chuckles. "If it doesn't work out with Sam. Thanks for listening."

-

Julie stands at the cooktop stirring a skillet of scrambled eggs. She wears only a cropped white tee shirt and white pumps. She and Sam are taking a food break after hours of quality recreational sex. He leans on the island in a loosely tied robe holding a half empty glass of whiskey and staring at her hips.

"You could have that view all the time, you know." She wiggles her hips without turning around.

"Tempt me." He sips. "Is it really over, you and Mike?"

"That asshole. I was having second thoughts when he gave me the ring."

"What happened?"

She scrapes the eggs on two plates and butters the toast. "I don't know. Maybe I kept hoping, ah, you and I could be together."

"Baby, that sounds like a 'dream come true'."

"Well, leave her."

"That'd be so messy, and take forever."

She carries the plates to the island, sliding one in front of him. "You could make it easy for her. Offer her a pile of money. You've got more than god." She laughs. "Sam, I love your eyes on me, the way you stare at my legs and ass. I know you want me as much as I want you."

"Remember that woman the other day, the one missing a leg? You don't want to be like her, do you?"

"Heavens, what makes you ask that?"

"I shouldn't air dirty laundry, honey." He sips. "I just am curious."

"I'd do anything for you. Would you want me to have a leg amputated?"

"No, no, never!"

"I would, if...."

"Forget I mentioned it. It was stupid to bring it up."

"Good, they are my best features."

"Darling, there isn't a spot on your body that isn't a 'best feature'." He chuckles then finishes the eggs. "I, uh, let me consider this."

"No rush. I doubt the offer will be withdrawn anytime soon." She chuckles. "Now, lets resume the bedroom games."

-

Max sits the glass of Scotch in front of Marci then wipes the condensation drops from the bar with a white towel. He gives her a long stare, enjoying the way her nipples press against the white tee shirt tucked into the jean pants with the right pants leg wrapped around the hip without a leg.

"They are available," she coos, returning the stare as she lifts the glass.

"I live for the nights you come in." He leans against the bar on one elbow.

"Why me?"

"Beauty, fun to chat with. I'd love to get to know you."

"But I have, ah...."

"So?"

"Hmmm. Not the usual reaction."

"I bet." He walks away to pour drinks for other customers then returns.

"Why isn't there someone in your life already?" she asks.

"Don't know. Just haven't found the right lady I guess."

"What makes you think I might be?"

"Marci, I've seen you in a short dress with high-heels. Wow, wow." He chuckles.

"Well, it is only a high-heel now."

"Give me a try, I might be the 'right one' for you."

She takes his hand, wrapping her fingers around it for a long moment. "I'd like that. I had planned to visit my brother and his wife, but I can put that off."

"Oh, my, heart be still." He laughs. "Lets have dinner tomorrow night. I have a few days off."

-

Each day, Carla spends more time with her leg bound. In the past, it had been an occasional thing, maybe once a week or a few times a month. Thoughts of being like Marci are now constant and it doesn't help that Jeff encourages the pretending. The sound of a single high-heel tapping on the hardwood floor as it swings between the crutches is like music to her, but grating to Sam.

"You look ridiculous, you stupid cow!" Sam scolds, sucking on the second whiskey in a short amount of time.

"If you are trying to hurt my feelings, you...."

"Feelings, you don't have any. I have a good mind...."

"To leave me?" She roars with laughter. "Go ahead. Be with Julie. I don't give a rat's ass. Make me an offer and you can be free."

"So it's all about money." He chugs the rest of the drink and pours more.

"It used to be about love." She paces a few times. "I used to crave your body against mine. I lived for the nighttime. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, that was before...." He waves his hand towards her. "All of this. Fuck! At least Marci had the balls to have her leg amputated. You're too chicken to do that. Instead, you 'pretend'."

"What are you saying?"

"You know she didn't have a frigin accident." He chugs half the drink and pours more, beginning to slur his words.

"No, no I don't."

"Stupid bitch was like you. Wanted her goddamn leg amputated all her life. I never understood. I still don't. What is it with you two?"

"Did she tell anyone else?"

"And have people think she's a lunatic?" he laughs. "Hell, no-o."

"Where'd she go, you know, to have the surgery?"

"Fuck if I know. Overseas somewhere, talk to her. You two would make a fine pair, parading around on one leg."

"Do you hate me so much...." she wipes tears from her face, "that you'd rather be with Julie?"

He pulls a folded piece of paper from his pocket and slides it across the island towards her. "Hate might be too strong. That's my offer and it's generous. You'll have enough to not have to work...ever."

"Who gets the house?"

"You can. I'll move out soon. Tonight I'll sleep elsewhere."

"With her?"

"Do you care?" He listens but gets no answer. "I thought not. I'll work on the divorce papers tomorrow. That much money and the house...nothing else." He chugs the rest of the drink. "Enjoy." He walks out the door.

-

Carla swims laps. The glow of the underwater light filters past her naked body as she turns at the deep end. Jeff sits on the edge, letting his feet dangle in the water.

"I saw him drive away," he says.

She paddles towards him, stopping with both hands on his knees. She smiles then kisses his legs.

"Uh-huh, gone again."

"I wish he wouldn't come back. We could be so happy." He slips into the water in front of her.

"Really?"

"I never thought I'd find someone that I could talk to about my feelings. You know, missing legs." He chuckles. "Liking stockings and high-heels is easy to understand, but stumps...." He chuckles again.

"He hates that part of me, the pretending part."

"It doesn't have to just be pretending."

"I don't understand."

He smiles. They kiss and fondle. "You do. You just won't let yourself believe it is possible."

"To have an amputation?"

He rubs her right hip then slips fingers around the top of the thigh. "Have it all off. Have nothing next to a single lovely leg."

"You're getting me excited. Just a warning." She snickers, gripping his erection and rubbing it though her slit.

"Damn-n, what will we do?"

-

"Well-l?" Jeff quizzes Julie, standing by her cubicle.

"Huh?"

He sits and leans close, whispering. "You know exactly what I'm asking. Is he going to leave her for you?"

"Sounds like they are splitting. He hasn't popped the question to me yet. I'm hoping." She grins.

"That's great news." Carla had told him the new last night, but he wasn't ready to let Julie know he is seeing her.

"I think so. He's going to stay at my place for now. I think she's getting the house. I kind of wanted it."

"Big?"

"Palatial, with a secluded pool of course."

"You could swim naked."

She laughs. "And fuck," she whispers.

-

"Hey, it's Carla," she says when Marci answers the phone. She wears nothing other than a pair of stilettos and leans against the island, one hand stroking the sides of a glass of whiskey.

"Sounds like something's up. Sam called, all upset and happy at the same time."

"Uh-huh. We're divorcing. He has a new girlfriend."

"He didn't tell me much more than that. Are you okay? I can come and spend time, talk about things."

"I'd like that. It might be easier face-to-face."

"I've had a few dates with a new guy, Max. He is a bartender. I love his rugged looks. I might be in love."

"That's great."

"He doesn't seem to mind my missing leg either."

"Wow, sounding like a keeper."

"Listen, he works the next few nights so maybe I can catch a flight tomorrow morning."

"Whenever. I can't wait. Haven't seen you since the amputation, so you can tell me all about what it is like to have one." She chuckles.

"Yeah, sure." She sounds puzzled. "I didn't know you...."

"Ah, just curious."

"Okay. I don't mind talking about it. It's not so bad having one leg."

Carla fingers between her legs faster. "Can't wait." She hangs up quickly before the orgasm takes over.

-

"Nice to see you have luggage," Julie tells Sam, rubbing against him. "How long this time?"

"In years or lifetimes?" He chuckles, putting the bag down by the dresser.

"You've got my attention." She laughs, gripping between his thighs.

"It feels strange to think about."

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"But I can't stay with her. She wants things I don't, things I will never understand." He groans. "Bitch. I thought my sister was the only one."

"Huh? Marci, the sister with one leg, right. What about her?"

"I've said too much. It's supposed to be her secret and I have no right telling anyone. Sorry."

"Hmmm. Want me to un-dress up?" She chuckles. "What, some thigh-highs and heels? I know how that takes your mind off things." She steps away. "Black, white, or taupe?" She rummages in a drawer. "Panties or not?"

"Need an app for my iPhone." He laughs.

"Call it 'Dress Sexy' and make another fortune." She pulls two light black thigh-highs with seams out of the drawer then a black lace thong." She rubs them over a naked breast. "Hmmm, does it for me."

-

Jeff pats the fluffy white towel down Carla's body still wet from the swim. He kisses places before and after a pat, especially between her thighs. "Heard from Marci?" He rubs a finger around the top of a thigh like a saw.

"Yeah, to see if she'd heard about Sam leaving me. She wants to visit for a day or so. Help me get over my 'loss'." She laughs. "Do you think you can handle having her here in person?"

"Maybe, but can you?" He chuckles. "You should dig for info about the amputation."

"Brother, I plan on it. Sam made a strange comment...." She stops suddenly. "Maybe I dreamed it." She realizes until she knows first hand from her, anything said about Marci wanting the amputation is just Sam's rambling, probably something to just dig under the skin and probably nothing more.

"What?"

"Nothing, forget about it."

He kisses a line around the top of the thigh and over the buttock. "Someday, this'll be a beautiful stump that we both can worship."

"I love the sound of that. I really do."

"I'm just happy to have you next to me at night. You know that, right."

"Uh-huh." She sucks the tongue from his mouth in a long passionate kiss.

-

"Look at you-u," Carla drawls, pulling back from the first hug of Marci. "I wish I could look as nice."

"Honey, I've always thought that at about you. I'm just an ugly duckling next to you. Sam said so."

"Well, he doesn't have good judgment. Come in. Let's put your bag away." She leads her though the house to a guest bedroom.

"I can only stay one night."

"That's better than none. Tell me about Max."

"My age, a stud, works at one of the bars I go to. He's only known me with one leg...."

"So he's not like Kevin."

"Oh, hell-l no. I swear, sometimes I think Kevin and Sam were twins." Marci strokes Carla's arm in a friendly way. "I don't want to sound like an alcoholic, but do you have any whiskey?"

"That sounds good to me. Who cares if it's only ten in the morning? We can get naked and go out by the pool, get drunk, and catch up."

"Naked...."

"Darling, you have nothing to hide from me."

"Okay. If you're sure." She chuckles then undresses. "In all its glory." She waves a hand past the stump.

"Damn-n, it's heeling nicely." Carla kneels and touches the stump, gently at first then rubs a hand over it.

"Do you give stump massages too?" She laughs, letting her continue rubbing.

"Could be." She snickers. "Let's get two glasses and a whiskey bottle." Carla undresses and piles her clothes with Marci's on the chair by the bed. "Bring that stump, will ya?" She laughs and walks towards the kitchen.

"Just the stump?" Marci laughs, following. "Feels wicked walking around naked."




Guest House



"That too shall pass. I love being alone so I can be a nudist."

They stroll casually out the French doors, along the brick path to the pool area. The sky is blue without a cloud and the weather warm without being too hot. They sit on the edge of the pool with feet in the water.

"To Max," Carla toasts, clinking glasses together.

Marci clinks again. "To being free of Sam and being yourself."

They sip in silence several times, sneaking peeks at the others body.

"You're right, I'm starting to relax about being naked."

"So glad. I love your body. It is quite a nice sight."

Marci blushes.

"Not in a lesbian way." Carla chuckles. "I just think you have a sexy body." She rubs a hand over the stump. "Do you mind having this? I guess it isn't like you can choose to have a stump."

"No, I don't 'mind'. That feels nice when you rub it." She leans to one side so the legless hip rises slightly off the concrete. "You don't have to stop."

Carla rubs firmly, moving the soft fleshy stump about. "Interesting," She whispers, continuing to massage.

Marci repositions herself so she is facing Carla with the stump on top. "There, you can get to it better."

Carla begins massaging again, this time with both hands letting them rub over the stump and buttock.

"Oh-h, yeah-h. Hmmm, good." Marci closes her eyes and softly purrs.

"I may not be able to stop."

"Don't feel a need to stop, ever." She is quiet for a while, other than mews and purrs. "We could get you one of your own." She snickers. "So you would have something to massage."

"Believe me, I just might want one. This feels exceptionally nice."

"Uh-huh-h," Marci drawls, closing her eyes again.

"Had you ever known someone missing a leg or wondered what it was like?"

"Yeah. A woman in the neighborhood when I was a kid had one leg. I don't know why then or now, but I thought it made her look pretty." She becomes silent and moans. "A few times I stuffed a folded leg into my jeans and imagined I was like her."

"Did you talk to her about what it was like?"

"All the time, once I finally gathered the nerve to ask."

"How'd she lose it?"

"Her husband blew it off with a shotgun, at her request. I used to think that was odd, wanting to be missing a leg."

"Didn't they arrest him?"

"Nope. Everyone though it was just a tragic accident. She was happy and so was he. I guess it worked out well for them."

"Did she have any regrets?"

"None. He died a few years later in a car wreck and she had a line of suitors, but never married again."

"Maybe I'm out of line asking, but did you, ah, 'want' this?"

"I need you to keep a secret. Promise?" She waits until Carla nods a few times. "Yeah, I wanted it. I wanted it more than life. Some people are unhappy with an aspect of their body. You know, gender, shape or size of breasts. Stuff like that. For me, it was having my right leg."

"How? Did you just ask your friendly surgeon?" Carla laughs.

"Kind of. Not always, but sometimes there are doctors willing to help. I found one and a few weeks later had the surgery."

"Did he ask lots of questions?"

"No, she didn't." Marci sits, sips several times. "Why the interest?"

Carla sips, but says nothing.

"Do you want to be like this, is that what happened with Sam? I know he 'hates' the idea of someone wanting to have a leg amputated. He caught me pretending once and yelled all kinds of nasty and hurtful things. That's why I rarely visit him."

"More like never."

"Yeah. I saw the pictures on the wall of me. I'm surprised he even put those up."

"I made him, especially the ones following the amputation."

"Because you want one?"

"Uh-huh. Can you put me in touch with her?"

"Oh, honey, sure thing. It's easy, other than a twelve-hour flight." She groans. "I was up the next day, but sore. Stitches were out after ten days. No problems except for relearning how to do some things."

"You must be Marci," Jeff says, wearing swim trunks.

She looks startled. Carla explains he is the tenant in the guesthouse and her lover. She relaxes, sipping a refreshed glass of whiskey.

"Sounds you might have a girlfriend with one leg," Marci says before taking another sip.

"Good god, I hope so."

-

Carla quizzes, 'Stilettos or pumps'. A cream-colored pump already adorns her foot, but that could still change. Even after the amputation, high-heel shoes thrill her as much as before. She studies the woman in the tall dressing mirror enjoying the 'new normal'. Wearing only a white thong and a light-gray thigh-high stocking with a lace trim at the top, little of her appearance hides from view. A hand teases the stump of the right hip, now without a thigh. The scars long healed, just faded white lines.

She turns to one side exposing the hip more to the mirror. Fingers press the front of the thong then slip inside. Arousal had never been a problem, now it is constant.

"Hey, babe," Jeff coos, pressing against her back, a hand about to touch the stump, the bulge inside his trousers hard between her cheeks.

"Hmmm," she purrs, slipping her hand between them. "What's that?" She chuckles.

"Marci and Max will be here in a few minutes."

"Okay-y, I'll finish dressing." She groans. "I'd rather throw you to the floor and ravish your delicious body."

"Later. I promise." He laughs. "It is nice having them living in the guesthouse."

"I've noticed neither of you guys seem to mind having 'two' one-legged women around." She sits on the bed and slides the cream colored dress over her head then stands to let it fall just past her hips. "Will this be okay?"

"It hides too much of you." He laughs. "For dinner, it will be 'okay'."

"Maybe for dessert, the four of us can skinny dip." She snickers, a hand rubbing the front of his trousers.

"Wow-w," Marci drawls, walking into the bedroom. "Maybe I need to change...again."

"That's the third outfit she's tried on in the past half hour," Max says, a hand rubbing her back.

"I just hope I don't rip out my zipper," Jeff says. "Did you ever imagine in your wildest dreams you'd be standing here, feasting your eyes like this?"

"Talk about dreams!" Carla says. "I owe you and Marci so much."

Marci laughs. "I had lunch with Julie the other day."

"What's up with her?" Carla asks. She looks at Jeff. "I haven't heard you talk about her lately."

"She stopped working there once she hooked up with Sam." He looks at Marci. "Is Sam still pissed off that you and she are becoming friends?"

"Yeah. He's afraid my cooties will rub off and she'll lose a leg." She laughs. "She actually offered to do that if he wanted."

"Fat chance he'd want that," Carla groans.

"Uh-huh. He barely speaks to me. That's okay. She actually was curious about what it is like to be missing a leg."

"Really?" Jeff asks. "You know, there were a few times we talked at work that I wondered if she wanted that."

"So, is she?" Carla quizzes.

"Time will tell." Marci laughs. "For now, my stomach demands food. Let's go eat."