The Manor: Library -  Some answers at last, and more questions. (ch. 17) By BradentonLarry. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a matter of fact, they did take things a bit easier that evening. After a long time spent cleaning up and dallying about in the baths, Tascha, Don, Shelonda and Nicole, who was now interested at least in finding out more about their situation, went back to looking for noteworthy rooms. They picked up where they had left off the day before, which happened to be where they were anyway, on the second floor. They located the wardrobe again, and found quite a few bedrooms with assorted mischief taking place.  After a few hours, they took a break by making use of a bedroom to have an impromptu foursome, in which Don managed to make each of the women come. Then, several hours later, when they knew they were about done for the evening, they joined in on a nice little orgy that was going on in a large bedroom. Finally, they found a free bedroom and fell asleep, in what Don personally thought one of the best ways; that is with him in a pile of naked women. The next day, after a quick trip to the garden for bathing and breakfast, they started on the third floor. This proved not much more useful than the first and second floors, until, after two play breaks, they came upon a large pair of double doors at the end of a corridor. Pushing one of the doors open, they realized they had found the library. The shelves of books seemed to defy gravity both in the way the shelves soared up to the high ceiling, and in the fact that they were not on the ground floor, which seemed to Don to be the sensible place for what must be a very heavy collection of books. Off to the left as they came in, was a remarkably unremarkable circulation desk. Behind it, of course, was an incredibly hot woman with her thick, long dark hair tied up in a conservative bun, and a nice set of full tits peeking out of the collared, white dress shirt (which had two more buttons undone than Don had ever seen on areal librarian), and long, beautiful legs glimpsed beneath the hem of, and through the modest (by Manor standards) slit on the side of, the black skirt that clung to her curves and fell to just below her knee. Of course, she was also wearing black frame glasses, high heels and dark pink lipstick. Don and the others took a moment to wander around a bit. They noticed that there were several floors to the library, connected to this one by circular metal staircases. Here on the main floor there were a number of little reading lounge areas, complete with comfortable chairs and couches. These areas and the many secluded corners and aisles between the stacks were conducive to erotic encounters, and, this being the Manor, there were a number of parties enjoying themselves in just this way. Surprisingly enough, there were also a few people who were actually there to read. “Can we stay here for a while?” Nicole asked with her mischievous smile, as she eyed a man’s cock as he sat on the floor with his head on the seat of a couch as a woman, facing toward the back of the couch, knelt over his face. “Um, sure,” Don said, suddenly feeling like he and Tascha were the chaperones on a field trip. “Have fun.” Both Nicole and Shelonda went to go enjoy themselves, while Tascha and Don considered the books available on the shelves. Tascha pointed out, “There seems to be a very good assortment.” “Yeah,” Don said, his eyes running over the titles, “and they’re not junk. This would be a good college library, or even a small university’s. Huh, I wonder, ” Don went over to the circulation desk and said, “Hello, I take it that you’re the librarian.” The woman arched a dark eyebrow at him and pursed her lips before saying, “Yes, I’m the Librarian. May I help you?” “Just ‘the Librarian’, not the 'head librarian’?” Don asked playfully. “No,” the Librarian said a bit impatiently. “That’s the head librarian over there.” Don followed the direction of her nod and saw a

The Manor: Steam Room -  A relaxation break becomes an all-out orgy. (ch. 16) By BradentonLarry. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Steam Room Tascha had a lot to process. First was the realization that the garden was not a way out after all. This had been depressing for her, though she tried to put it out of her mind by chasing, and catching, Shelonda, and then, Keiko, whose pussy still tasted of cum from the guy who had chased her earlier. Tascha felt herself starting to think that she and Don were stuck here, and Keiko’s sweet tongue and compliments could not really compensate for this. (Keiko said both that she was “a very good chaser” and “an exceptionally good clit licker”.)  Tascha was glad that Don was still set on helping her find a way home, even though she could tell he was much less motivated than she was, but they had no other leads. The Manor was huge, and some kind of magical, so it didn’t seem that just wandering around and opening doors was likely to be productive any time soon. Then there was Don’s spunky new friend, Nicole. The facts that she could also remember her life before coming to the Manor and was also a new arrival suggested that Tascha and Don were not the victims of some bizarre experiment, or prank, set up just for them. This only increased the mystery, Tascha thought. If people were being brought here from various parts of the world, or even just the United States, why were she and Don brought here at the same time and put into bed together? They currently lived hundreds of miles apart. The only thing that made any kind of sense before now was that they had been selected on the basis of their close friendship or something related to that. Nicole’s presence, though, suggested that people were being brought here more randomly. It was all extremely confusing. Finally, as they had all began to return to the Manor, Tascha had seen another one of those black robed and hooded figures, this time on one of the balconies overlooking the garden. She had managed to surreptitiously ask the Player who it was and what they were doing up there, and he had only replied, “Oh, that’s just a watcher. That’s all they do; watch.” Her other questions, and those offered by Don, could get nothing more from anyone. The whole group, except for her, Don and Nicole, seemed to have no interest in people who neither provided a service nor engaged in play of any kind. Nicole confessed that she hadn’t noticed these watchers before now, and Don pointed out that, because of the Player’s definite use of the plural, they had reason to think there was more than one. “Maybe we can catch one, and make him or her talk,” Don suggested. “They don’t talk,” the Player said. “They just watch.” “Have you tried talking to one?” Tascha asked doubtfully. “Hum, no, I suppose I haven’t,” he answered. These were the things Tascha was thinking about, and suspected Don was as well, as the group migrated into the Manor, downstairs to the second floor, and then into the baths. All thirteen crowded into the shower area for a quick rinse to get the sweat and odd blade of grass off, and then moved into the steam room. This room was a large semi-circle, with the only door in the center of the flat side, a level area just inside the door that Tascha guessed had a forty foot radius, and then eight rows of benches rising in concentric arcs. In short, it was set up like a small amphitheater. The lighting was subdued, and the steam further obscured Tascha’s vision, but she could still make people out well enough to see that there were half a dozen men scattered about the room, and no women, when their big group flooded into the chamber. The troop took to the center of the benches, with the first ones in climbing up at least four rows before taking seats. Tascha was, for the first time in two days, in no mood to mess around, so she climbed up to the seventh row, knowing that Don was following her. She expected he would read her mood. Sure enough, aft

The Manor: Garden -  No way out, a maze & a new friend. (ch. 15) By BradentonLarry. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next morning, the entire troop of twelve made its way down to the third floor, and then, after a surprisingly small amount of indecision on the Player’s part, through a pair of large glass doors into the garden. Don had seen a lot of over-the-top things since waking up in the Manor two days ago, but this somehow seemed to take the cake. First there was a broad; hell, it was huge!; patio stretching out in front of them and to either side. On the left was a large swimming pool, including a pair of diving boards at the far end. On the right was an outdoor bathing area. Directly in the center of the patio was a large fountain jetting sparkling water up into the air. All around the patio were tables with chairs as well as chaise lounges. Naked people swam, bathed and lounged in the morning sun. Then, at the far edge of the patio, a long, wide set of stone steps led down to the garden itself. Don’s first thought was, We’re gonna need a bigger search party. At the foot of the steps was a bright green lawn of short grass. On either side of this lawn were a handful of fruit trees. Beyond this area there was an interesting area marked off by a low hedge, and then after that was a vast hedge maze spreading out to either side and into the distance. Don could see that there were little clearings in the maze here and there, and thought the entire garden seemed to be surrounded by a very tall, dark hedge. “We’ve got our work cut out for us, don’t we?” Tascha said next to him. “Yes, we certainly do,” Don nodded. “Well first,” she said, “I need to get cleaned up, and maybe eat an apple, or even two.” Don joined her and the rest of the group as they mobbed the bathing area. There was a great deal of mischievous grabbing and fondling, but everyone seemed to want to get down to the garden itself. Nobody bothered drying off, but just padded around on the patio and down the stairs, as they drank from the fountain and then went down to get breakfast from the trees. Afterward, they all gradually moved toward the area in front of the maze. Three sides of a large rectangle were marked off by a low hedge only about a foot high. The fourth side was marked by a white line that seemed to be painted onto the grass, and the rectangle was divided into right and left halves by another painted line. On the far right end of the rectangle was a table with holes in it. In most of the holes were short rods, or batons, of different colors, and around each baton was a bracelet of matching coloring. In the left half of the rectangle were several women and one man, who were talking idly. While Don chewed an apple, a man entered the right side of the rectangle and took one of the baton-bracelet sets and walked over to the left half, where he offered the bracelet to one of the women there. She took it from him with a smile, slipped it on to her wrist and then jogged off toward the maze. There were two openings that Don could see, and the woman made for the one on the left. As soon as she got to that opening, she sprinted in, and the man suddenly gave chase. “If he can find her and tag her with the baton, they’ll play together,” the Player explained. “If she can get back here without getting tagged, she returns the bracelet. The baton will vibrate, so he knows he’s lost his quarry.” “Does that happen often?” Tascha asked. “I mean, she didn’t have to accept the bracelet, did she?” “Ah, but it’s all about the game and the chase,” the Player smiled. “In the maze, you have to win your playmates.” Don grinned, “I like it.” Amy, Keiko, Natalia, Marissa and Jamie all stepped over the hedge into the left half of the rectangle. Peter, Ilsa and the Player all went to the right. Peter offered his bracelet to Amy, who took her time walking to the maze and only started running when she got there. Peter took off after her. Ilsa chased Marissa, and the Player

The Manor: Disco -  A break to dance becomes a wild, orgiastic romp! (ch. 13) By BradentonLarry.   Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Don kept his mouth on her breast as Tascha clenched and writhed through her orgasm. He wondered, not too seriously, if a woman could hurt herself having too many orgasms. When she was done, Tascha lay upon the bench spent and temporarily unable to move. Don smiled down at her, and then noticed Shelonda kneeling between Tascha’s legs. The pretty girl was resting her chin on her arms, which she had crossed on the tops of Tascha’sthighs. She had Tascha’s wetness all over her mouth, cheeks and chin. Don smiled, and said, “It’s your turn for some attention, but let’s get Tascha to one of these bedrooms.” He stood up, bent down and gently lifted Tascha in his arms. She smiled and turned her head into his shoulder. Led by Shelonda, they went back down the corridor they had just explored, until they came to an unoccupied bedroom. Don carefully laid Tascha on the bed, while Shelonda crawled up on the bed with her. Don kissed Tascha on the forehead, and then moved around her to get up on the bed. He crawled over to Shelonda and gave her a long kiss, before working his way down over her beautiful, fit body. He gave her full, round tits the attention they so richly deserved, but which he had not had the opportunity to give before now. When Don finally began to kiss his way down Shelonda’s taut belly, Tascha rolled over and began to make out with Shelonda, kissing her and caressing and squeezing her breasts. Don settled down between Shelonda’s strong thighs and began kissing and tonguing her clit and pussy. She responded by rocking her pussy against his mouth, pushing her clit back on his tongue. Don could hear Tascha asking Shelonda something, and then Tascha said, “Let’s do something else, Don.” He raised his head, and then got out of the way, and then off the bed entirely, as Shelonda moved around so that she was lying on her back, with her head hanging over the edge. Tascha then got between her legs and got ready to pick up where Don had left off. First though, Tascha said, “Well, go on, stud, get over there.” Shelonda beckoned him over to stand in front of her upside down face. When he did so, she took his cock in her hands and began licking and kissing the underside of it and his balls. Then she pulled it down to get the head of it into her mouth. Don bent his knees a little to get the elevation and angle right, and began to work his cock in and out of her eager mouth. Shelonda murmured encouragement, and he carefully began to go a bit deeper, bit by bit. Shelonda’s hands held on to his hips to guide him, and he paid careful attention to make sure he wasn’t hurting or choking her. Soon, though, he was fucking steadily in and out of her mouth and throat. He looked down to see that Tascha was looking up at him as she licked at Shelonda’s clit. Don smiled at her, and then reached forward to get his hands on Shelonda’s tits. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples as he moved his cock in and out of her wonderfully talented mouth and throat. Between them, Shelonda arched her back, and moaned happily. She came hard and long, trembling and groaning around the thick cock in her mouth. Don began to pull out, but Shelonda held on to his hips and pulled him in again. He smiled at Tascha and said, “She wants another one.” “Good,” Tascha grinned and immediately got back to work. This only lasted a couple of minutes though, because Shelonda’s next orgasm came much quicker. Don felt her nails digging into his butt cheeks as she shook between him and Tascha. This time, Shelonda let him draw his cock back. She took a deep breath, and said, “I needed that! Thank you both.” The three of them piled together on the bed for a while, quietly intimate, and then Tascha broke the silence with, “I need another shower.” This broke everyone up. Laughing, Shelonda said, “You certainly do!” When the laughter subsided, Don as

The Manor: Second Floor -  Exploration ends with a bang! (ch. 12) By BradentonLarry.   Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Tascha and Don splashed out of the hot tub and down into the pool, which they quickly crossed and climbed out of. Going to the left, they entered the large shower room. The water was, of course, wonderfully warm. Don seemed to just assume that he should wash Tascha’s hair, getting a handful of SHAMPOO and starting to work it into her hair and scalp. Tascha relaxed and just enjoyed the feeling.  She found herself thinking that after this was all over she would seriously considering trying to convince Sarah to try a three-way relationship with Don. She smiled at the thought and noticed that his cock was already regaining its erection. She gave it a playful pat and then stepped under the water to rinse her head. When she stepped out again, Don was there with a soapy washcloth, and began to wash her body lovingly. Yeah, she thought, definitely worth considering trying to see if this could work in the real world.  He lingered over the area between her legs and she leaned on his shoulder to let the shivers pass over her. When Don finally finished there, she surprised herself by saying, “You forgot someplace,” and then turned around, bent over a bit, and reached back to spread her butt cheeks. “Oh, uh, I guess I did,” Don stammered. He didn’t hesitate, though, to work his soapy cloth between her cheeks and then into her asshole. Tascha found herself wiggling her butt at him, enjoying the attention. Well, this is definitely something new, she thought. When he finished, she stood up, laughing a little to herself and got under the shower to rinse. When she was thoroughly free of soap, she turned to see Don washing his hair, cock standing out in front of him. Two options occurred to Tascha, and she chose the second one, saying, “Hey, I’m supposed to do that!” Don laughed, and said, “Well, you were busy.” Tascha shook her head at him and began to wash his hair and body as thoroughly as he had hers. While she was stroking her washcloth up and down the shaft of his now very hard cock, he pulled her into him and kissed her deeply. Reminding herself that they were supposed to be looking for the garden, she pushed away from him with a smile and said, “We can get back to that later.” When she worked her washcloth between his butt cheeks, and then mischievously pushed a finger up his ass, Tascha was a bit surprised that he didn’t object or even jump. She filed that information away for future reference, as he had no doubt done with her reaction to that particular treatment. At last, when they were both clean and dry, they headed out to cross the gym. They both waved to Shelonda who was climbing out of the pool with a big, adorable smile on her face. Tascha said, “I could see bringing her with us.” “She can help if there’s a fight, that’s for sure,” Don said, seriously considering the suggestion. “Shelonda,” Tascha said, “do you know how to get to the garden?” “Um, no, I don’t think so,” she answered. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to the garden.” “Would you like to help us try to find it?” Tascha asked. “Sure,” Shelonda smiled. “Just let me dry off.” When she returned to them, they set off, leaving the gym and heading up the stairs in the corridor outside. As they walked, Don asked, “Shelonda, I forgot to ask earlier, do you remember anything before you were here in the Manor?” Tascha stifled a derisive chuckle, and Don shot her a mildly sheepish glance. “Before the Manor?” Shelonda seemed puzzled. “I don’t understand.” “Where did you learn to fight?” Don tried. She shrugged, “I just know how. I like it. I mean, sparring; I don’t like fighting for real.” The second floor was as they remembered from the day before: high ceilinged corridors, with soft carpet and dark-paneled walls. At intervals, there were candle holders set into the walls, as well as benches, which always seemed to be directly opposite mirrors. Of course

The Manor: Gymnasium -  Don & Tascha explore the gym, including the pool & hot tub. (ch. 11) By BradentonLarry.   Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Don and Tascha came out of the ballroom into the foyer with the winding staircase. “OK, so the Player was supposed to help us find the garden, but, obviously he’s not here,” Don said, thinking out loud. “Obviously,” Tascha smirked. “So we’ll have to find it ourselves.” “Or try to until we stumble upon the Player again,” Don said, looking around. “OK, so the stairs go back up to where we started off, and that corridor leads to the Lord’s and Lady’s bedrooms. I didn’t see any side passages along that way, did you?” “No; so back up the stairs or one of these other two corridors,” Tascha said. The foyer was basically a square, with the ballroom on one side, the Lord’s and Lady’s corridor on the opposite side, and a corridor on either of the other two sides. The circular staircase came down in the corner to the right of the ballroom entrance, from where they stood with the ballroom at their backs. “There might be secret passages, of course,” Don said, “but worrying about that seems likely to slow us down a lot.” “Right,” Tascha nodded. “If we can’t find the garden, or the Player, by trying regular doors, we can always start looking for secret ones.” “OK, so the stairs stop here, so for now we’re as low in the Manor as we can get. Anything wrong with us starting at the bottom and working our way up?” “It doesn’t seem likely that the door to the garden would be on the top floor, so no.” “I don’t suppose you’ve got a ball of magic string on you,” he smiled. “Nope,” she laughed. “We’re on our own here, Theseus.” “Let’s hope there’s no minotaur. Come along, Ariadne.” Don started off toward the right corridor. They passed a big freight elevator on the right, which indicated that this floor was as far down as it went, and that it went as high as the fifth floor. “So, I found out that something happened to the previous Lord,” Tascha said, walking next to him. “This one doesn’t know what, only that the Lady selected him to be the new one.” “Hum,” Don said. “And the Lady doesn’t remember anything other than being here, and, apparently as an adult. I didn’t think to ask her how she became the Lady, but Deidre said she wasn’t in training to be her replacement.” “We do seem to be the only people around here who remember anything other than life in the Manor,” Tascha observed. “Maybe we should start making a point of asking people if they remember anything before they were here.” “Yeah, I can see you now, ‘Miss, before you suck my cock, would you mind answering a few questions?’” “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Don laughed. “Oh, look, there’s a door.” The big door on the left had a sign on it that read, “LAUNDRY” and “Staff Only”. It was a swinging door, so Don gave it a shove. On the other side was an enormous room, even by the Manor standards they were becoming used to, with row upon row of large washing machines, dryers and, off to the left, dry cleaning equipment. Moving among the machines, doing a great deal of laundry, were men and women wearing gray overall uniforms. These workers did not look at the two naked people watching them, or, in fact, at anything other than what they were presently working on. They seemed to have no interest in what they were doing or anything else going on. “Not the garden,” Tascha decided. “Nope,” Don agreed. “Still, apparently the laundry doesn’t exactly get done by magic.” The next door in the corridor, labeled “CLEANING SUPPLIES”, as well as the next, “LINEN ROOM”, was securely locked. At the very end of the corridor was the only door set into the right wall. This was labeled “GREENHOUSE” and “Staff Only”, and was another big swinging door. Don gave it a shove. “Well this is just ridiculous,” Tascha said. “That’s putting it mildly.” This “greenhouse” was more like a rather large orchard, with sprawling gardens thrown in for good measure, all enclos

The Manor: Morning Fun -  Tascha shares the morning fun with Don & the girls. (ch. 10) By BradentonLarry.   Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. (The Next Morning, Continued.) Tascha woke up with a smile on her face. She threw the covers off her and stretched. She looked around a little and saw the morning light coming through the windows into the Lord’s bedroom. She felt well rested and physically content. Today she and Don would try to get home, but for right now she would just lie here for a moment and bask in the afterglow of a day and night of intense sex – and lots of it! She sighed happily as she felt warm hands moving over her thighs, pushing them apart. She parted her legs willingly, and shivered a little as she felt hot breath on her exposed pussy.  Fingers stroked her, and she knew at once that it was not the Lord between her legs. She thought the appropriate response to this was probably shock and indignation. Certainly this was her reaction the day before when she woke up next to Don and felt his fingers between her legs. Now, though, she didn’t really mind who was touching her as long as they kept doing it so well. Besides, she thought, it’s probably Don anyway, and I want him to lick me. She felt a mouth on her then, and the fingers opened her up. A soft, strong tongue delved into her and over her. She shuddered and murmured, “That’s nice.” She parted her legs further, and felt masculine hands take hold of her upper thighs, holding her against the mouth that was now making love to her pussy and clit. Tascha sighed again, relaxing into the bed. Her hands moved over her own body, caressing it. She held onto her tits and squeezed them. A tremor passed through her and she arched her back a little. Turning her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of the wall through which she could still see the Lady’s room. She could make out a woman lying there with her back to the window-wall. The woman had long red hair, so it wasn’t the Lady. Tascha could see a man’s shoulder and part of his back past the redhead’s body. Though he was now with some other woman, Don was still in that room. A moment of anxiety came and went quickly, replaced by curiosity. She looked down to see the beautiful young man who had helped bathe her last night, before she had blacked out from exhaustion. His hair was light brown and cut short. Tascha could see his muscular back and cute butt. He kept licking at her clit, and a shiver ran through her. Tascha decided that she wouldn’t protest for another few minutes. Lying back again, she squeezed her tits tighter and let the sensations fill her. Soon a shuddering orgasm racked her body and left her grinning up at the ceiling. The young man took his mouth from her, and climbed up to look down at her. His face was wet with her juices. She laughed and reached up to take his face in her hands. She sat up enough to kiss him on the mouth, playfully licking some of her wetness from his face. “That was wonderful,” she said, “now lie down and let me return the favor.” The young man promptly did as he was told, and Tascha quickly got up into position so she could lean on his belly. She took his cock in her hand and sucked the head of it. It wasn’t as big a cock as the Lord’s, so she was able to get more of it into her mouth. Tascha thought it was about the size of Don’s, and for some reason this made her happy. She thought this might be good practice for later. She liked the feeling of it sliding over her lips and against her tongue. As she worked her mouth up and down on him, she moved her hand up and down on the base of the shaft. She tried to see how far she could get it down her throat, but that didn’t work too well at first. She went back to sucking on just the head, and then decided to try again. Other women did it, so she should be able to do it. The angle was good here, and she had control over everything, so she gave it another shot. Deliberately relaxing, she slid down on the shaft. She felt her th

The Manor: Next Morning -  Don begins another day of erotic play. (ch. 9) By BradentonLarry.   Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Don awoke gently to the smell of flowers, sunlight through his eyelids, and the wonderful feeling of a warm feminine body pressed against his back. There was an arm over his waist and a delicate hand resting on his hard cock. Life is good, Don thought to himself as he shifted a little on the big bed and opened his eyes a little. Though he had considered the possibility that he might wake up in his own bed, or even some strange new location, he was actually reassured to see the Lady’s bedroom awash in morning light. Apparently responding to the fact that he was no longer sleeping soundly, the woman behind him shifted a bit. Her hand took hold of his cock and gave it a little squeeze and then began to stroke it tentatively. Don felt breath on the back of his neck, followed by little kisses there and then on his shoulder. Life is very good. He lay there enjoying the feeling of the hand on him, as well as the contented sense of having had an exceptionally good sleep after a day of more sex than he’d ever had in single 24-hour period. He idly counted his orgasms, came up with four, and thought that was a lot, even though his cock seemed to think otherwise at the moment. Then he felt his partner moving, shifting lower under the sheets. When she nudged him over on his back, he complied with a smile. Soon he felt long hair on his belly and legs, and a warm mouth taking his cock in. She started out slowly, one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, and moving her mouth up and down, never letting the head slip out. For a while Don simply lay there enjoying the oral sex and looking up at the canopy overhead. When the mouth began to pick up the intensity, and the fist wrapped around him tightened, he started to rock his pelvis, cooperating by fucking the hand and mouth. He could tell he would come before much more of this, and, as nice as this was, Don preferred at the moment to come in the Lady’s pussy. Leaning up a little, he tossed the sheet off, and saw that the hair cascading all over him was a beautiful, coppery red. “Deidre?” Don asked in surprise, and with, he thought, remarkable clarity of thought for the circumstances, considering the fact that he had only heard her name once, when the Lady had addressed her after their bath last night. The girl, and Don had a hard time thinking of her as anything else, reached up to move her hair aside and looked up at him. For a moment she just blinked at him with big green eyes and his cock in her mouth. She finally took her mouth off him and said, “Good morning, sir.” Don laughed, “If you’re going to have my cock in your mouth, you can call me Don.” “Good morning, Don,” she smiled and then promptly resumed going down on him. While Don loved to watch a beautiful woman sucking his cock – or really any cock for that matter, though he had at least a slight preference for his own – Don felt compelled to ask, “Where’s the Lady?” “She left me with instructions to make your waking pleasurable,” Deidre said, and went right back to work. “Well, mission accomplished,” Don grinned, “but you don’t have to, ” “I want to, sir,  Don,” Deidre insisted, and demonstrated how much she wanted to by lowering her mouth over the entire length of Don’s cock, letting it slip into her throat. “Oh well, in that case, ” When Deidre came up for air, she went back to stroking his shaft with her hand. Taking her mouth off him, she said, “If you would prefer, we can fuck.” “We ‘can’?” Don was having trouble working out the etiquette of the situation. He decided to avoid the issue. “Why don’t you move around so I can lick you, Deidre? I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you last night.” Deidre’s eyes sparkled happily at the suggestion, and quickly moved around so her bare pussy was over Don’s face and she could go back to sucking his cock. Don paused to admire the pretty pussy in front o

The Manor: The Lady -  Don ends the evening with the enigmatic Lady. (ch. 7) By BradentonLarry. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As the four of them made their way through the center of the dance floor and to the big doors on the opposite side of the ballroom, everyone paused to watch them pass. Apparently this prima nocta thing was a big deal here. The women were eyeing Don with even more interest than they had before, and the men now looked at him with a bit of envy. He could certainly understand the latter; the woman on his arm was one of the most beautiful he’d ever seen, and the way she carried herself fairly screamed “SEX!” This attention led Don to think to ask, “So, my lady, does this happen often?” The Lady was nodding to a would-be suitor who had bowed low, but she turned her beautiful eyes to Don and asked, “This?” “Prima nocta.” “Oh, no, not at all often,” she smiled. “It’s quite a treat.” Something about the way she said this sent chills of both anticipation and trepidation down Don’s spine. Together and followed by Tascha and the Lord, they left the ballroom and came to the immense foyer with the spiral staircase. They did not take those stairs though, but proceeded straight across the marble floor and into a broad corridor with deep, dark carpeting. “So, how do people get here when they’re here for the first time?” Don asked. “I’m afraid I couldn’t say,” she smiled again. “They’ve never said, but then I must admit, I did not ask.” “Well, how did you get here?” “As far as I can remember, I have always been here.” “You were born here?” “Oh, well,” she laughed, “I can’t remember that far back. I can only say that I don’t remember ever being anywhere else.” Don tried another tactic, “How far back do you remember?” The Lady looked at him with an adorable puzzled look. “Has it been weeks? Months? Years?” “Oh, well, I confess I haven’t kept track, but it seems to have been a very long time.” “And you’ve never left?” “Leave? Whatever for?” she sounded as if she thought Don were teasing her. “Oh, well, actually at the moment I’m not sure,” Don smiled at her. “Well, perhaps on a vacation.” “A ‘vacation’? From all this?” she asked in a tone that suggested Don was now being perfectly ridiculous. “You may have a point there, my lady,” Don nodded. The party of four ascended a broad, carpeted staircase at the top of which were two doors, one to the right and one to the left. There was a considerable distance between the doors. The Lady turned to Tascha and the Lord and said, “Here we part, dear Tascha. I trust you will enjoy all the pleasures my Lord has to offer.” “Um, have fun,” Don said. “You too,” Tascha winked back. Don watched as the Lord bowed to him and the Lady, and then escorted Tascha to the door on the right side. He opened the door for her, and, with a wave back at Don, she stepped inside. “Shall we?” the Lady smiled and gestured toward the door on the left. Don nodded his acquiescence and walked with her to the door, which she opened and then led him through. The Lady’s bedroom was as large as the bedroom  Tascha and Don had awakened in hours ago. Other than that, and the presence of an over-sized bed in the middle, though, this room had little in common with the other. The carpeting was a deep, soft pile of dark brown. Three of the walls were a very light peach color, and the other – the wall that Don estimated was halfway between the doors outside, and therefore was the wall between this bedroom and the Lord’s – was entirely mirrored. The wall opposite the mirrored one had a row of tall windows set along the upper half of the wall, up overhead. From the ceiling were suspended four chandeliers that lit the room quite well. Opposite the door he had come through, there was another door, and between these was the large bed. This was another four-poster but with an elaborate canopy over it covered in flowers. The bed was covered by a copper colored bedspread. While Don had paused just inside the door to tak

The Widow Has A Daughter: part 2; The Daughter’s Approval Meant More Than I Knew. By bart23233. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was late June and I was headed to Linda’s after work. We’d planned a dinner out and I was going to stay the night. I arrived around 5:30pm and was met at the door by Lilly. He said, “Hi” and welcomed me inside. “I just got off the phone with mom. She’s had some work emergency and she’ll be at least an hour late. She said make yourself at home and she’d call when she left the office.” “Did she say what it was?” “No, just that she was sorry.” “Well,” I said. I guess we have time to talk. You’ve been so busy getting ready for college we haven’t had a long chat in a while.“ “Yes. Actually, there was something I wanted you to help me with.” She suddenly had a shy face and seemed unsure about continuing. “Come on, it’s me. You can tell or ask me anything. You know I’ve very fond of your mom and you,” I said hoping to make whatever it was easier for her. I took a chair from the table in the eat-in kitchen and turned it around to the counter. Lilly turned one of the counter-height stools to face me. She was dressed for the warm weather. She had a t-shirt on with the logo of her new college on it. Her skirt was a lightweight fabric and came halfway to her knee. There was no doubt, she was really cute. “So, how can I help? Something about college?” “Sorta. I don’t know if mom told you, but I’m still a virgin.” “No,” I said. “That really didn’t come up in our talks – I mean really outside of what we’d talk about. Okay. So, you’re a virgin. Lots of people are.” “I don’t want to go off to college as a virgin. So, I want to deal with it now.” “I thought you were still dating Bobby. It was not of my business, but I thought that he’d – well, picked your cherry.” She paused for a moment. “That’s part of the problem. Bobby would most likely screw it up, I mean with the hymen and all. He’s so dumb on these things!” “So. You want me to talk to Bobby and walk him through it so that he doesn’t screw it up?” “No. I don’t want Bobby!” I kind of understood not wanting a high school boy to be your first. They fumble around and finally get their little dicks in your pussy, blow their cum in under a minute and then rush off to tell their friends. The next day at school, before lunch, two of Bobby’s friends would ask Lilly for a date. I thought back to my high school days. I’d gotten into two pussies. The first was Megan because my buddy Doug had told me that she’d fucked him. So, I took her to Lover’s Lane and finally got her out of her panties, my dick in her cunt and I was done before I knew it. The other was Cindy. Back to Lover’s Lane. Getting her out of her panties was more of an effort. Finally, she was ready and I thrusted my dick into her pussy and facing some resistance before it went all the way in. It was her first time and I’d broken her hymen. Again, it took me about a minute to cum in her pussy and she was crying the whole time. Everyone deserves better memories of their first time than that. “Well, who do I talk to? Who and what do you want?” She stared at me. “I want you to fuck me. I trust you to do it right,” she said. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I’m with your mom and I’m pretty sure that fucking her daughter is way out of bounds!” “Don’t worry about mom. I can take care of her. I really need you to do this for me.” Her legs together, she lifted her feet from the bottom rung of the stool to the next ones up. It positioned her so that I was looking right at her knees. She slowly spread her legs. She had no panties. I was staring transfixed. I had expected to see her pubic area cover with fine, blond hair. There was none. Obviously, she had gotten waxed. The lack of pubic hair made her crotch seem even younger. Her legs were only slightly ajar at this point, but she slowly moved her knees apart. I could see her pussy lips. They were closed showing a slight line down the center. It w