Topeka Ch. 01byMrBeagle©
This is a true story of what happened to me in 1998 while travelling the western US working for a national health care company.
It’s in the middle of nowhere for a guy who likes the mountains and the green forests. This place was brown and stark; the flatlands going on for as far as you can see…in the middle of a state called Kansas. Then you come on it; a patch of green and civilization called Topeka. Yeah, it is the state capital; but then again, we’re talking about Kansas here.
Me, I am 6'1, 210, have a beard and moustache and look kind of like an overgrown teddy bear. I am college educated and open to most anything, being from the liberal east coast. In the middle of my midlife crisis, I usually played around a little while travelling; my wife safely tucked away in the Northwest. I had been fooling around on the internet the past few weeks and found this place on the “Bed and Breakfast” site for the city. Little did I know what lay in store for me as I checked in to the old mansion.
She had said her name was Chloe…subChloe to be exact when we talked on the phone. She gave me the directions and I quickly became enamoured by the old elm trees that still lined the narrow streets. She said that you couldn’t miss it…and she was right. The house stood out against the expanse of green, manicured lawn with a stately majesty that put a little extra throb in your heart. Then I found it…an old mansion in an older part of town. Beautiful Tudor style with a large expanse of garden and a lush beauty of old oak, mahogany, and black walnut wood that makes a woodworker cry.
I walked to the door and took in the raw strength of the huge exposed exterior beams, breathed deeply and turned the old crank type bell. The door was massive, dark oak with ornate hardware, and as it swung open I was not prepared for what I saw. She was a large woman, not fat, but big boned and well proportioned. Her hair glistened in the sunlight and her eyes danced like gypsies around a fire. She had a caftan on, hiding her body but showing enough of shapeliness to let the imagination wander. Her breasts thrust against the fabric, clearly outlining the areolas and erect nipples. No panty lines showed around the hips as the fabric flowed from her neck to her feet. She introduced herself to me by her real name, then lowered her eyes and said to call her Chloe, the name she used for her masters. I lifted her chin with my hand and looked deep into her eyes. She averted my gaze as I leaned in to steal a kiss from this statuesque beauty, then backed away from the open door to usher me into her domain. Clearly, she was queen of the house, but waiting for a man to be her King for the night. I had made reservations for three days…and three nights…royalty coming home to his temporary castle.
Chloe took me by the hand and showed me around. First the foyer with an ornate grand player piano and Victorian style furniture. On the left, and ornate hall, about 40 feet wide and 60 feet long with stained glass windows and a balcony that wound around the second level. Massive black beams and wrought iron light fixtures, held up by massive chains, adorned the ceiling and set off the walnut tongue and groove ceiling vaults. Around the first floor, framing the massive trestle table and 24 chairs was blue glass…large pieces, small pieces, vases, goblets, all manner of ornate glass. My eyes were drawn to the far end of the hall where two roughhewn timbers were fastened to the wall, chains suspended from hooks at the ends of the frame. I commented on it, then looked at Chloe. Her downcast eyes hid a story that I would have to wait to uncover; her smile belied pleasures that were to come.
We went back into the foyer and went to the right. A massive dining table that could seat multitudes stood in the center of the room. Around were display cases, corner china cabinets and sideboards filled with blue glass. A massive blue glass centerpiece adorned the table, which was to see other activities later that night…eating yes, food no.
In the center of the foyer was a massive wood staircase, winding up to the second level. As we stepped, hand in hand, upwards, Chloe explained that she was going to put me in the “Master Suite”- I soon understood the double meaning of the name. The bed was a massive four poster, cords fastened to the posts held back the swags and gave hints of a second purpose for their use. Convenient hooks were placed around the bed, too low for clothes and too high for other things, making one wonder the sinister uses. The mattress was waist high for Chloe as she demonstrated by leaning over the spread and inviting me to caress her shapely ass with my hands. Two firm globes filled my palms as I caressed them, then brought the right hand down with a resounding smack that startled her.
“Enough” I said as I snuggled my bulging crotch against her ample buttocks eliciting a low moan and a lick of the lips. Subtly she pushed back against me, causing my pants to tent with obvious excitement. I backed away, leaving her trying to thrust back against me, then lowered my hand again against her ass and spanked her HARD.
“I told you enough” was all I said and pointed downstairs.
“It’s dinner time and I am hungry, very hungry”, I said.
Meekly she led me downstairs to the kitchen and began preparing the evening meal.
“Would Sir like steak and salad tonight?” she asked.
“That would do me well” I responded. And so we ate in silence, eyeing each other like predator and prey. We finished our evening repast and cleaned the table. As I returned from the kitchen, Chloe was laying spread eagle across the massive table.
“Would Sir like to have some dessert?” she whispered meekly. I did not answer, rather let my hands wander to her body. I caressed her arms, then moved to her breasts, fighting to free themselves from the fabric of her caftan. Ever so slowly I moved my mouth over the left nipple and saturated the cloth with my tongue, making the fabric all but invisible. I pursed my lips and slowly drew the taut nipple into my mouth, teasing it…then bit down on it. Chloe, startled, first screamed then shifted to a low moan as I worked my teeth back and forth across the nipple. My other hand was not idle as I reached up and pinched the right breast as hard as I could, eliciting more moans and a low, guttural rattling from deep in her throat.
I reached up to her chin and grasped the cloth in my hands, buttons flying everywhere as I pulled it away from her body. Finally exposed to me she lay there, draped across the table with her arms and legs extended off the sides. A crimson glow went from her neck to her stomach, ragged breathing and heaving breasts accentuating the rosy hue. I looked to the apex of her thighs and saw paradise…a clit that protruded about an inch above her pelvis, and two thick lips flooding with sexual juices to lubricate the way. She was literally flowing with sweet nectar, so I let my mouth drift to the juncture of her thighs. I flicked my tongue against her nether lips and tasted the copious fluids that flowed from her pussy. Sweet, tart, syrupy, all at once. I probed towards the hole and was met by a torrent of juices that flooded my mouth. I swallowed and savored the taste, much like tasting a fine wine and letting the taste and texture flow over my tongue. Her hips thrust upwards towards me but I backed away, just letting the tip graze her clit I passing. She shuddered, then settled back down onto the table. Letting my hot breath play across her pussy, I resumed my licking and assaulted her erect clit causing Chloe to scream out in pleasure. Gradually I wrapped my lips around the base and sucked inward, causing it to leap into my mouth much like a small cock. As my lips reached the base and formed a ring, I slowly started to exert pressure with my teeth. Her breathing became ragged and she started to gasp for breath…I lightly scraped my tongue across the tip while increasing pressure with my teeth until I thought that I would bite her clit off. Her back arched and hips thrust forward, muscles in her thighs stretching and twitching as she tried to shove more of her sex into my mouth. The muscles I her stomach started to ripple, her breasts heaved as she gasped “Oh Gooooood…Oh Gawd” and released her juices all over the table and herself.
She rested, then reached down with her fingers to work the juices around her pussy and asshole. Chloe rolled over, pushing her ass into the air, lubricating juices plainly visible and inserted two fingers into her asshole, wiggling them around in the process.
“Would Sir like to fuck my ass?” she asked…
Jeez, been in the house for five hours and I still have three nights to go. If this is paradise, then let me stay in Topeka (God forbid).
I moved to the side of the table and slid my hand down to replace hers. Crooking two fingers I slowly wet them in her pussy, working them in and out to get them fully coated. I trailed them across the sensitive spot between her pussy and asshole eliciting a low moan of pleasure, then slowly worked the two fingers into her ass. While I was doing this, she reached back to my hardening cock and slowly began to stroke it, ever so lightly, cupping her fingers to form a sheath that stretched down me like a band of feathers. Her touch was so light around the head that it felt like the breeze gently beating me off, making me harder by the second until the head was purple and throbbing with each heartbeat. Slowly she drew her fingers across that special spot where the head bulges out from the shaft, sending shivers down my spine and a surge of pleasure through my balls. They tightened as the shaft grew to a stiffness I had never known before. Chloe coaxed me towards her head, and as I moved up she slowly drew my cock towards her mouth, blowing her hot breath across the tip and licking her lips in anticipation. As she coaxed me closer, her hand shifted lower to grasp the base of my cock and balls, drawing me inexorably closer to what I knew must be paradise. As I drove my fingers alternately in and out of her pussy and ass, her mouth enveloped my cock in a heat and wetness that can only be described as a liquid inferno. She moved her lips and tongue with the finesse of a practiced master (or mistress), finding that special spot at the bottom of the head where she bared her teeth and gently nibbled, then laved the head with gentle swirls of the tongue, drawing me deeper into her mouth. Chloe took one of her hands and pulled mine to her ass, motioning me to add another finger and stretch the pucker to accept the inevitable. I added a third finger to the mix and thrust into her, she pushing back against my hand like a demon possessed.
“Oh, God, that fills me up…now wiggle them and stretch me more”
I made my three fingers into a cone shape and slowly pushed them into her, not relenting till I was in up to the third knuckle, then slowly started to move the fingers individually. Her bowels opened up and I could feel the tip of her uterus through the narrow membrane when I cupped the fingers forward and could feel the open tube that led to her gut when I moved them towards her spine and gripped. She moaned as I plied my ministrations, gently but forcefully moving my fingers around inside her.
“Unhhhhhhhm…I’m cumming” was all she could mouth silently as her body began to tremble and shake, first her thighs, then her stomach and up to her neck muscles which stood out like strings on a tightly strung guitar and quivered as she gasped and tried to suck me into her mouth like one of those cash tubes you see at a bank drive up window. It felt like my balls were being sucked up through my cock and the head felt like it would burst.
Chloe quieted down and a smile crossed her lips…beckoning me up onto the table.
“Here”, she said, motioning me towards her stretched asshole, “I want you here.”
I slid over her lush hips and, grabbing my cock by the base, placed the head at her pucker. I used some massage oil and coated it as I slowly pushed in. Her ass stretched and the head popped past the sphincter muscle, then smoothly moved in. My hips were positioned to thrust upward, towards the thin wall that separated her pussy from my bludgeoning cock. As I eased into her, I could feel every ripple, every beat of her heart as the blood coursed through the vessels around her pussy and ass, milking me to the rhythm of her passion. The heat and slickness were enough to make me groan low in my throat as I moved my upper body to cover hers, my pubic bone pushing against her pussy as I stroked in and out. My chest covered hers, hairs tickling her nipples and eliciting soft mews of pleasure; mouth probing her neck and ears as her breath became ragged and hot. A rosy hued flush crept over her stomach, breasts and neck as my tongue ministered to her starving flesh.
Silently she mouthed the words “Deeper, do me deeper and slower”, panting as each word passed her lips. I clamped my mouth over hers, tongue dueling like two rapiers in the hands of expert swordsmen, and silenced her. Her eyes widened and the breath stuck in her mouth as I rolled my hips inward, thrusting deep towards her cervix. I could feel the neck and that elusive space on the top of it as the head penetrated even deeper. She rolled her hips up to meet mine, forcing me even deeper into her steaming depths, then gasped as a mild orgasm took over her body.
I rolled Chloe over and without disengaging, began a thrusting motion that carried me to the rear of her passage. I could feel the neck of the bowel alternately clamping and rippling as my cock head passed over the superheated surface. Kissing her neck from behind, then twisting her head so I could kiss her lips, I thrust hard into her, releasing my load of cum deep inside. The contractions were immense, pouring ropes of jism deep into her intestines, laving the insides and my cock with hot lubrication. Her pussy and asshole both started to throb with the tempo of my cumming, then a clear liquid spurted out of her pussy onto the table, bathing our loins in delicious lubricating fluids. After a minute or two, when our breathing slowed to a deep, sated pace, we locked lips again in a passionate kiss that told me that she was truly mine while I stayed there.
We disengaged and then went into the kitchen to get some water to slake our thirsts. I didn’t even feel the first two going down my parched throat as the sweat evaporated from my body.
“What would Master like next?” Chloe asked. At this point, I did not care, just as long as we did it together.
“Would you like to sample the spa and the pleasures that go along with it?”
I could not resist her invitation and followed her through the office area to a secluded, fenced in area at the rear of the house.
“No one can see us here”, she said as she pushed the to off the large hot tub. Naked she entered the tub and then motioned for me to join her. As I stepped to the edge of the tub she took warm water and splashed it over my cock and balls, gently swirling her hand over them to wash me off. As I stood to enter the spa, her mouth found the tip of my cock, gently blowing across it to dry it off. Her hand moved under my balls to my ass and she gently probed my hole with her finger. There was enough lubrication left from our previous coupling that it easily slid into the first knuckle as she took my cock into her mouth. She slid the finger into the second knuckle as her mouth descended towards the base and as the palm of her hand bottomed out against my ass, her nose pressed into the curls above my now turgid cock. I could feel the back of her tongue and throat as she swallowed me deep in her mouth. With a synchronicity worthy of a finely tuned orchestra, she bobbed her head up and down on my cock while she thrust deep in my ass, fingering my prostate and building an incredible pressure inside me.
“Come into the tub with me” she mouthed as she looked up across my stomach and chest, her deep blue eyes locking with mine. I moved into the tub and sat in a relining recess as she turned on the jets to massage my weary body. Chloe moved over me slowly, straddling my body with hers, and leaned down to kiss me deeply, parrying back and forth with her tongue and mine. I sighed as she slid forward, placing my prick at the entrance to her pussy and slid down its length, absorbing it till our pubic bones touched.
“I don’t let men cum inside my pussy” Chloe said, “but after what you did for me tonight, I want to feel you spurt deep inside me.” Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began a movement inside her pussy that rippled from the base tot he tip inside her, stroking it like a hidden, hot, wet glove back and forth. She stayed still for about ten minutes, just stroking me from inside her pussy while she kissed and licked me across the face, neck and chest. Suddenly she stiffened, then kissed me deeper, as I felt a hot liquid bathing my cock, and she came a deep, satisfying cum while riding me. Her breathing steadied and she looked me in the eyes and started to move up and down on my pole taking me from the entrance of her pussy to the deepest recesses. I laid back and looked up at her.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take right now” was all I could say.
“Don’t worry, let me take over and please you, Master” uttered Chloe. “I want to ride you till you cum inside me again.”
She rode my cock for the better part of a half hour before I felt the stirrings of cum loading in my balls. She must have felt the rapid expanding of my cock head in her pussy as she reached down into the water and grabbed my balls, squeezing lightly so the urge to cum was erased.
“Not yet, Master…I want you to feel this all over your body”
I settled down as she continued her rocking back and forth on my now semi-hard cock, bringing the blood back to my nether regions.
“Here, let me try this on you” as Chloe reached under a towel and brought out a slender, cocked shaped vibrator, pushing it towards my asshole.
I felt the head enter as she turned on the pseudo-phallus, my insides turning to jelly as she insinuated it into my ass. She tilted it up towards the base of my balls, slowly stroking it over my prostate from the inside. The vibrations had me quivering with expectation as the pressure built inside me, my balls feeling like they were going to literally explode.
“Hold on while I milk you” she said as the velvety inner muscles of her pussy took over on my cock, stroking it with a fierceness that I had never experienced as I could tell she was bearing down on her insides.
My mouth dropped open as the exquisite feeling swept over me, tingling and trembling from the tip of my toes to my head. The head of my cock expanded like never before and it felt like I was going to pour forth molten lava from the tip. As she felt the head expand, Chloe thrust the vibrator against the hidden gland inside me and tightened her inner muscles around my cock and thrusting mee as deep as she could into her pussy. Her body started to tremble as mine shook, both of us mumbling incoherently, eyes tightly pressed shut….Our release was simultaneous, shaking and quivering from head to toes, each trying to climb into each other’s bodies as we came.
I opened my eyes, looked into hers and saw a visage of satisfaction. Chloe hugged me tighter and squeezed her inner muscles once more, milking the last of the cum from my balls. As I began to speak, she crossed my lips with her fingers and hushed me….
“Master, we have to go to bed now” was all she spoke.