3 comments/ 14619 views/ 5 favorites The Story of Greyson Manor By: PrettySin86 Keela O'Rorrick moved through the halls of Greyson Manor, slowly turning off the lights. She'd been here for three months, hired by her two reclusive employers, whom she had yet to see. She'd been approached by a lawyer to see if she'd be interested in a job where she'd live on the premises, and basically have a free reign, save for when her employers told her to do something. Other than that, it was her duty keeping up the manor. She'd been more than a bit confused at first, but found she didn't mind. She'd been there for two weeks before she got her first order, and most strangely, in the form of a letter on the table in the kitchen, asking her to bring in some fresh cut flowers to brighten up the place. Next, she'd been asked to have the piano tuned, and to please feel welcome to play it, if she was so inclined. Keela hadn't understood why this would matter to them, being that they weren't there. She'd acquiesced, however, and found a note soon after, stating that her playing was lovely, especially Fur Elise, as it was apparently Etienne's favorite. This was the first time she'd seen one of her employer's names. Always, in the past, their missives had been signed T and E, each with the flourish of a different hand. In town, she'd heard many rumors about them, most of which she dismissed, such as the same men having lived here for over a hundred years. That was nonsense. She could, however, believe that they were a pair of male lovers. Many people would be, sadly, even in 2009, sickened by this fact, but Keela didn't give a damn. She thought people should be with whoever they wanted, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone. There were times that she wished she could see them, talk with them or perhaps even watch them kiss... or fuck. If they looked anything like the portraits hung through the house, then she'd be tempted to beg to join in. Each portrait seemed to be in a different style of art, from Impressionism to Realism, but nothing could hide how attractive the men were. One had short, darker hair, long enough to run her fingers through, but not by much, with grey eyes that seemed mischievous, and yet... seductive. The curve of his luscious mouth begged for kisses, and brought thoughts of his lips trailing teasingly over her body. She stopped in front of the portrait of the blond, this man seemingly a bit shorter than the other, his green eyes piercing, seeming to look right inside of her and see what she wanted....A glint in the color said that if she was a very good girl, then she'd get it. Keela smiled to herself, then shook her head. It wasn't going to happen- they hadn't even shown up in the three months she'd been there. Since she'd been there, she'd chosen whatever bedroom she felt like to sleep in. However, she'd put off the master bedroom until tonight. Her birthday. She'd treated herself with a leisurely skinny dip in the pond, and... tonight, she was going to sleep in the giant bed that took up most of the large room. Velvet curtains draped around the cherry four poster, and it practically begged to be used, and not just for sleeping. Stripping off her robe, she crawled into the bed with a moan. A deep, soft mattress... it was wonderful. It seemed to cradle her body like an old lover, welcoming her home. The silk sheets were cool against her skin, but quick to warm, and she couldn't help but run her hands over her body the way she would imagine they would do, if they were with her, plucking at her nipples. Moaning at the sensation, she couldn't help but feel as if she was being watched, but knew that was ridiculous. She was the only one in the house. Spreading her legs, she traced her dripping core with a finger, slowly slipping it inside. Yes, her dark haired lover would touch her just as the blond ordered, teasing her pussy with his fingers before pushing his cock into her. She could almost smell them, imagining the sounds of him fucking her as the blond moved so his cock was pressed against her lips, straddling her body so it lay between her breasts, long and thick. Slowly, she sucked him in, pushing her breasts together tightly as he groaned, stroking her nipples. Her body tightened around the brunette, and she cried out, the sound muffled as the blond began to fuck her mouth, her lips stretched around him as she sucked. Thrusting harder into her wet sheath, the dark haired man tensed as she came, then came himself. Twisting her nipples, the man fucking her breasts and mouth brought her focus back to him, despite the fingers stroking her clitoris. Keela ran her hands down his chest, over the muscle, and cupped his ass, letting her fingers tease between the crease and over his entrance. His cock jerked, and her mouth was flooded with his cum. She moaned, swallowing him down. Keela flicked her clit one more time with her fingers, and came again. Damn, but she wished it was more than a fantasy... ************ Etienne smirked at the other man. "She is delicious, Troy..." The blond watched silently. "So she is." He watched the lovely young red head where she laid sprawled on the bed. She was delicious, her figure full and luscious, soft and welcoming for her lovers, rather than the more boney figure that was favored in actresses and models these days. He smirked slightly. She was also clearly unashamed of her need, and her cries as she came were deep and soulful. Slowly, the brunette slipped his arms around his lover, licking along his neck. "May we please approach her soon, Troy? It's been months. You wanted her to feel at ease here, and clearly..." "Ah, Etienne... you are impatient." Troy stroked a finger along his jaw. "You would like to rush in, while she is still wet and swollen from her own caresses... to taste her and bring her again and again, and then what?" Etienne bit his lower lip. "I just..." He brushed his straining erection against him. "You feel wonderful... and I want to see you with her, see you stretching her wide." Troy made a soft sound, "Do you?" He groaned as he felt Etienne's curious hands wandering over his fly, where he pressed, straining. "Mm... I want to watch you take her, to taste her as you do so..." Etienne moaned softly as he thought about Troy sitting, then Keela, the lush object of their attentions sinking herself back on his cock so that Etienne could suckle and lick at her wetness as it dripped down over Troy's testicles. Troy's eyes darkened, and he moved, kissing Etienne deeply before pulling him closer to him. "Soon, love, soon. Until then..." He pulled at Etienne's clothing, stripping him as his coffee colored hair spilled in waves down his back, some of the locks dark enough to almost be called black. Etienne kissed him, pulling Troy's clothing off as well before the blond urged him to his knees, and Etienne did so without complaint. He leaned forward, flicking his tongue over the head of Troy's hard, uncut cock, stroking him a little before licking along his length teasingly. A moan built in his own throat as he licked up the precum beading at the tip before swallowing his cock. Troy's head fell back with a long moan, and he pushed his hips forward a little, fucking his lover's mouth as he stroked his hair. "So good, love..." Shooting him a wicked look, Etienne pulled back to suck on the head of him before licking at the heavy sac he cradled in one hand. "Like this?" "You know I do, Etienne..." He told him, pulling him up and kissing him deeply. "I need you." Etienne grinned, "Don't you always?" Troy turned Etienne around, landing a smack firmly on his ass, turning his pale skin pink. Gasping, Etienne pushed his hips back, making Troy grin. "You're such a glutton." "Always, for you." Etienne licked his lips as he watched Troy move to his knees. A second later, he groaned as Troy's tongue ghosted over his entrance, teasing him even as it opened him to his impending invasion. The slick muscle teased his flesh, slipping inside a little before around, and down to lick at his hardness. "God, Troy!" He shook his head, reaching to stroke his cock as Troy's tongue slid back over him, darting inside again. With a rakish grin, he pulled back. "Ready?" "Just fuck me, please!" Etienne begged, about ready to pounce his lover. Troy licked his lips, grabbing some lubricant and adding it to his cock before he pushed into the familiar tightness with a gasp. "Etienne..." Etienne cried out as he slid home, thrusting against his prostate. "Mm... Troy..." "Shh... mustn't let our guest hear... yet..." Troy told him as he thrust into him, reaching to stroke the other man's cock. Etienne looked into the bedroom, his greedy eyes taking in Keela's soft form. He bit his lip to silence his cries of pleasure, thinking of fucking her as Troy fucked him, of her sucking Troy's cock, and his. "Yes, think of fucking her as I pound into you..." Troy murmured huskily in his ear, stroking his cock. "So close to coming, love, so tight..." Etienne grunted, pushing himself back on the hard length buried within him, then into Troy's hand. A moment later, he came, spilling his cum over the blond's fingers. Grabbing Etienne's hips, Troy threw back his head, letting himself go as he pounded into the other man's ass. Etienne clenched around him and wiggled his hips, and that was enough. He leaned forward, burying his fangs into Etienne's neck as he spilled himself inside of him. After a long moment, he pulled back, licking at the lazily leaking bite marks, then presented his cum covered fingers to Etienne. Grinning, the brunette moved, slowly licking the seed away. Troy held him close, looking into the bedroom where Keela laid, sprawled on the sheets like she was Venus. "We'll take her soon, my love... yes, very soon..." The Story of Greyson Manor Ch. 02 Chapter Two- Thank you so much for reading! * The next morning, Keela woke slowly, blinking as she smelled coffee through the open bedroom door. Her fingers slid across the silk sheets, finding her robe. Putting it on, she quickly headed for the door. Listening closely, she bit her lip as she heard the sounds of bacon frying, and a toaster popping. Hurrying, she crossed the hall to the room where her clothing was, dressing in dark slacks and a purple blouse. This was NOT good. God only knew what the person was thinking... She brushed her hair, and raced downstairs, into the kitchen. Etienne whistled as he flipped the bacon, illuminated by the morning light floating through the large widow that went the length of the counter- spanning the twenty feet from stove to fridge, with a dishwasher and sink in between. Hearing her, he looked up. "Well, well... sleeping beauty has awaken. I do hope you slept well." Keela stared. The dark haired man! From the paintings! "...I've startled you, haven't I?" Etienne moved forward, guiding her into a chair. Keela sat, blinking up at him. "I... yes. I'm sorry, I didn't... know you were coming, other wise I would never have... um..." "Um?" His grey eyes sparked with amusement. "We said to make this your home, hm? Don't apologize for availing yourself to that pleasure..." He had a faint accent, something she wasn't quite sure what was- almost a mix of French and British... and something else. Pleasure... uh huh. Thank GOD he'd arrived this morning rather than the night before. She nodded, "Of course... I need to get cleaning, though." She headed to the door, only to walk straight into a mass of solid muscle. Troy caught her carefully, looking down at the softness he held. "Careful, Miss. And why rush off? Etienne is an amazing cook. I know he will pout if you don't partake." Keela stared. Damn. "I..." He guided her back to the table. "I do apologize for not warning you of our impending arrival... however I must say that our plans changed abruptly." She sat, and he smiled before sitting near her. "You've taken excellent care of the house." Etienne grinned, "Hasn't she, though?" Keela blushed, "So... do you need my-" "Services? Of course!" Etienne told her quickly. "We simply cannot do without you." She blinked. "Why ever not?" Troy smiled, pouring her some coffee- strangely- exactly the way she took it, and set it in front of her. "There is simply too much house for two people. Surely you realize that, having been here all alone?" "Oh... yeah, that makes sense." Keela nodded slowly. Etienne grinned at the blush slowly made its way up from her chest to her face. "Eat up- I've got a large dinner planned, so lunch will be light." Keela nodded slowly, picking up her fork. "Thank you." Troy smirked, "No... thank you." Breakfast was... interesting. Etienne and Troy talked to her, asking about her interests and such, though they said very little about themselves. The love between them was obvious, even if they didn't cuddle or show their love physically in front of her. Not right away... several hours later, though, was another thing. She came in from cleaning the pool, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around her. Seeking to tell them she'd be right there for lunch, she headed towards the kitchen only to freeze as she saw Troy leaning against the counter, his head thrown back in rapture. The blond's hand was buried in Etienne's hair, guiding the brunette as he sucked his hard cock. Keela stared, her breath catching as her world seemed to narrow down on just them... on the delicious sight of Etienne's mouth on Troy's hardness, the hard flesh gleaming with the moisture from his mouth. Etienne's hands were on his thighs, gripping the muscle as if he was fighting not to use them, either on Troy, or on himself. She could see his cock straining against his pants, eager to join the play. Fighting back a moan, Keela couldn't make herself move. Suddenly she was seeing herself with them, pulling Etienne's length free from his slacks and sucking him . Troy looked down at her with a smirk, and Etienne pushed a hand into her hair. Keela made a happy noise, sucking him deep. Swearing, Etienne pulled back from Troy's cock with a *pop*, staring down at her. "God... minx..." Troy growled, then pulled Etienne's attentions back to his cock. "I did not tell you to stop." Etienne nodded, sucking him deep into his mouth again. Keela grinned, flicking her tongue over the head of Etienne's cock, making him jerk into her mouth, thrusting. Troy's green eyes were intent, watching the visual she was providing him. Etienne groaned, and Troy pulled him back. "Enough." He looked at Keela. "On the table. Now." Not even thinking to protest, Keela climbed onto the table, spreading herself before them. Etienne grinned, kissing her as he let his hands wander her body, stripping her suit off of her. Keela wiggled, pressing closer as he lowered his mouth to her neck, teasing and licking it until she was squirming, begging for him to touch her in other, wetter places. He laughed huskily, tracing her wetness with a finger. "Want me to lick your pussy?" He flicked her clit gently, then sank the finger into her. Troy's eyes darkened as she arched up. "Perfect, love. Add another finger- stretch her." Etienne licked his lips, doing at Troy told him to do, stretching her soft flesh as her scent teased him. Keela was a whimpering, writhing mass as he fingered her pussy, and finally Troy nodded at him. Etienne lowered his head, licking her, dipping inside, then up over her clit, which he sucked into his mouth. Keela cried out, arching up. Troy moved, kissing her. "Perfect, Keela... that's perfect... let him please you..." Etienne moaned as he tasted her, pushing her to orgasm- not that it took much. She screamed, coming hard for him, her body clenching around his tongue. Troy smiled, then motioned for Etienne to move. The dark haired man did and kissed her, letting her lick her own taste from his mouth before kneeling next to her. Moving between her thighs on the table, Troy rubbed the freely leaking head of his cock. "Do you want this?" "God, yes... please-" Smirking, Troy pushed deeply inside of her, stretching her around his thick length. Keela gasped, then whimpered as he bumped the end of her passage, her body stretched to the max around him. "Troy!" "Yes... call my name..." He kissed her deeply, his words still rumbling in his chest. Keela wrapped her legs around him, eagerly meeting his movements . Etienne quickly undressed, pulling his cock free from his pants, and she reached for it. Obligingly, he moved closer, kneeling next to her head on the table before rubbing his cock over her lips. Smiling, she pulled him into her mouth, sucking hard on the head before taking him all in. He groaned, pushing into her mouth in rhythm with Troy's thrusts. Troy gasped, grunting slightly as he teased her full breasts. "So... so tight.. perfect..." Keela whimpered. Time seemed to be flying, yet standing still. Her body tightened around him, and she came, pulling away from Etienne's length just as he was coming. He arched, splattering her face with his cum. Troy, leaned down, kissing her hard as he buried himself deep, his cock jerking as he came. Blinking, Keela stared, seeing Etienne pull back from Troy's cock with cum smeared lips and a cum stain on the front of his pants... Slowly, he faced her, and she blinked again, realizing she'd been staring into Troy's green eyes the entire time. Shocked, and scared of what they'd say, she raced towards the room she'd moved her things into last night. How... but it's seemed so real... and yet... like last night's fantasy... She hurried into her bathroom to change, then stilled. Her mirror... it was broken- like a spider web, the edges sharp and menacing... An eerie hand had scrawled the words "Get out" on it in blood. She screamed, and that was it. Panic racing through her, she grabbed her purse and car keys from the dresser, and raced towards the door. Yet again, she collided with Troy, falling backwards, the contents of her purse scattering. Etienne stood behind him, wearing a fresh pair of pants. "We didn't mean to scare you-" Troy frowned, reaching to help her. "Why did you scream, Keela? We mean you no harm." "Yeah, right!" She grabbed her keys, trying to get past him. Troy caught her gently. "Stop. Explain." "You fucking crazy bastards wrote "Get Out" on my mirror! In blood! After breaking it!" Keela almost shouted, shaking. Etienne stilled, "Never!" Troy frowned, passing her to Etienne's arms almost protectively before going into the bathroom. "...The mirror is broken, with blood, but there are no words. I don't know what you thought you saw." Keela stared, "I... but..." She was shaking, and Etienne gently picked her up, carrying her to the bed. "Be calm, Cherie... it'll be alright..." Etienne assured her. "But... I saw it... like I saw... fe-" She cut herself off, covering her face in her hands. Troy shook his head, "Like you saw what, Keela?" "I..." She shook her head. She looked at them with tears in her eyes, "But I saw it... it was there..." Etienne held her close. "Shh... we'll sort it out." He rubbed her back, before meeting Troy's green gaze with his own grey one. "Either way, you cannot leave yet. The bridge it out. Unless your car can drive through a ravine, and through forest, there's no chance." Troy told her. "The rain from last night has washed it out just after we arrived." Keela paused. So she was stuck. The hair stood up on the back of her neck, and she looked between them. Something was happening here, something they knew about and she didn't. Her only question was, were they the ones who had written that macabre missive, or was it someone else?