Mike & Karen Ch. 17

"You're as tight and wicked as ever, Gordon," Mike grunted as he pushed hard and deep inside her while pinching her dusky rose nipples, making her shudder and keen, her eyes squeezed shut. Her nails straked over his broad, muscular shoulders as she tried to push back against him, somehow take him in deeper still, despite having bottomed out in her. "And I needed you too. It's been too long since I've been inside you."

"All of... five hours..." she panted, finding room to gyrate her hips slightly as well as squeeze around him, adding to both their pleasure. Soon enough, she'd be rewarded with his warm, thick cum deep inside her, a gift and sensation she'd craved for thirty years, and never tired of. "Too long, I agree..."

They kissed feverishly now, rocking and humping against one another while their tongues tangled. His hands held her hips tight as he began strong, powerful and deliberate thrusts, while her fingers caressed and tangled through his blond hair. It had been years, decades even, since they'd last made love in this particular room in the sub-basement, and they had no intention of letting that length of time pass again, now that they lived here.

Karen moaned loudly as she pressed her face against Mike's shoulder, an unreal sensation of pleasure building inside her. Her fingers kneaded at the back of his shoulders and her breath was coming in ragged gasps now. She felt him grip her tighter still, his body hunching slightly and trembling. She crushed herself to him, her legs wrapped around him tighter than ever, and she shook as she fought to hold on, waiting for the perfect moment.

Mike pushed as deep inside his wife as he could, clenching his teeth, his hands now on her magnificent ass cheeks and pulling her into him. He strained to control himself, wanting to climax with her...

The dam burst for both of them. Mike growled and Karen cried loudly out as he shuddered around her, his throbbing cock pumping loads of his thick, pearly cum deep inside her. Karen almost screamed as she bit his shoulder, feeing her pussy clenching and pulsing around him shamelessly, desperate for everything he could give her.

Mike sagged into the wall, pinning Karen to it as they both breathed heavily. Her face was still pressed into his shoulder, and they said nothing, still lost in the unreal bliss they gave one another. His cock still pulsed inside her, and her tight tunnel throbbed, milking him of every drop. While it was nothing new between them, it was all they ever wanted, and it never stopped getting better, or making them fall in love even more.

"DeBourne, you're going to be the death of me," she gasped into his skin, shuddering and still wrapped around him tightly. She'd been saying this exact thing for decades, but it had come to have a different meaning in that time. "Not that I'm complaining, mind."

"You made me promise you could go first, Gordon," he replied, lifting his head and kissing the top of hers. "But I promise to not be far behind."

"Good," she sighed, finally looking up and smiling lovingly into his intense, electric blue eyes, locked with her own. "Because I may not want to live a single moment in this world without you, but that doesn't mean I want to float around in the hereafter without you, either."

He nodded, enchanted, as he always had been, by her startling golden-amber eyes. He saw an entire universe in them, and it was everything he'd ever desired. "A promise is a promise, after all."

She took a deep breath and looked around, starting to compose herself, because they'd need to go back upstairs momentarily. "What will we put in this room? Just storage? Or something else?"

He shook his head. "Plenty of storage in the other rooms, but I've checked this one out, and it's actually got really convenient power outlets spaced around everywhere."

Karen considered. "I think dad used to keep the original mainframes and databanks they were developing down here, so that makes some sense. In the late Nineties, it had a bunch of Beowulf Clusters and other our first dedicated servers with the RAID Discs. But I don't think we'd need this much room for the equipment we're putting in."

He grinned. "Nope, but did you hear how your cry of rapture echoed around the space? It's a perfect box, and with the right type of panelling, the acoustics will be unmatched."

She smiled slyly and touched his nose. "A superb recording studio. You never cease to surprise, Grape Ape."

He nodded. "The gazebo and pavilion outside can be encased in glass as necessary and used for pretty visuals and excellent recording, but down here is where the professional stuff can take place. I'm sure the music department will appreciate another location they can use."

"And this is why I keep you around," she said airily, unwrapping her legs from his waist while he moved away from the wall and allowed her to pull herself off his cock, which she did with a delicious shiver. "Because you have all the best ideas."

She knelt in front of him and took his still-hard member into her mouth, sucking on it lovingly, and cleaning him off. By the time she was done, he was drained of cum. She released him from her wicked mouth and kissed him gently for some time, while his cock softened, their mutual ardour sated. For now.

"A most excellent idea, in fact," she continued as she pulled his boxers and pants up, zipping and buckling his belt. She adjusted his shirt, making she he looked proper, before allowing him to firmly caress his way down her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles they might have made in the elegant garment. He picked up her thong panties, lying next to her feet, and handed her the small clutch she had been carrying before the tryst. She pulled a pad from it and lined her panties with it, to catch any cum that might trickle out. He slipped the tiny garment up her long, toned legs and into place. He rose, towering over her, and they hugged for several seconds, just enjoying these last moments of privacy before getting back to the mayhem.

"Love you, Gordon." Mike said softly.

"You're my world too, DeBourne," she murmured, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. She finally looked up and smirked at him. "Do we go and check on the kiddies? Or see how Jordan is doing with his interviews?"

***

A now familiar small office...

The young woman had an aura of enthusiasm about her, a rather perky and bubbly demeanour. She was short, but well-built, with a generous chest (he may have been in his late eighties, but Jordan still noticed such details). Her hair was a wavy brown, falling just past her cheeks, and her eyes were likewise brown. She exuded a barely-contained excitement he rather liked.

"Now, Miss Prospero... shall I call you that?" he asked.

"If that's what's proper," she replied, smiling brightly. "Otherwise, my name is Valentina, but you can call me Val. Everyone does, Valentina's a little bit of a mouthful."

"I guess for this interview, we'll work with Miss Prospero," he said, nodding. "Should you be hired, we can determine your form of address then."

She nodded simply. Her hands were clasped in her lap and she waited patiently.

He looked over the resume she'd brought in. "I see here that you have already worked for a few notable households... what led you to terminate your employment with Mr. and Mrs. Duncolm, my dear?"

She blushed. "I... I don't know how to say this exactly, without getting myself in trouble."

He smiled gently, having a fair idea already what the problem was. He knew the Duncolms and had never liked them. "It is safe to express yourself here, Miss Prospero, you have my word. Especially if the matter of your wellbeing is at issue."

The brunette nodded and took a breath. "I... I quit because I was being sexually harassed by both Mister and Mrs. Duncolm, sir. I couldn't take it anymore and quit without notice. I understand if that's a black mark on my record."

"Not at all, my dear," Jordan answered, shaking his head. "Your safety should not adversely affect your employment. You're not a soldier, nor a firefighter. You shouldn't require hazard pay."

She smirked and giggled behind her hand.

"You will find, should you be engaged here, that your employers, Mister DeBourne, and Mrs. Gordon-DeBourne, are people of great dignity and respect, who- you look confused, Miss Prospero. Is there a question I can answer?"

"I guess," she said a little uncertainly. "The place is named Blackwell Manor, and I've heard about the man who used to own the place, I think his name was Jonathon."

Jordan smiled and nodded. "Indeed. He was my employer, for I was the seneschal here for nearly five decades. But go on."

"Well, if... if it belongs to the Blackwell family, why are the people living here named DeBourne? Did the place get bought by new people? That's kind of sad."

"Not at all, my dear," Jordan explained. "It is now owned by Karen Gordon-DeBourne, who is the eldest child of Jonathon Blackwell. I helped raise her. Her maiden name, Gordon, was the result of an agreement between two prominent families to marry Jonathon Blackwell to Miranda Gordon. Their first child carries the Gordon surname. Karen, in turn, married Michael DeBourne, hence that hyphenation. But she still sometimes goes by Gordon during business ventures, if necessary."

"Oh, okay," Valentina said, thinking about that. "Still kinda sad there's no Blackwell kid, though."

"That would be the younger sister, Alexandra, who has recently returned to the family," Jordan said, almost laughing as he realized how strange all this must sound. "Karen Gordon, and Alexandra Blackwell. Both married to men from the DeBourne family."

"What?" she almost exclaimed, losing track. "This is like one of my mom's soap operas, I swear. I mean, I-"

The door opened and in came two people- a stunning woman with bronze hair and astonishing golden eyes, and an absolute giant of a man, with blond hair, laser blue eyes, and muscles everywhere. Valentina went silent, seemingly robbed of the capacity for speech.

"Hello, Jordan," Karen chimed as she came in, followed by her titan husband, who closed the door behind them. "We have no intention of interfering, but we thought we'd come and check on you for a moment."

"My dear Karen, you have never intruded or interfered with me once in your entire life," the old man said almost reverently as he stood up to greet his oldest friends.

"Such a pretty lie," she lilted, her voice lyrical and warm as she took his hands in hers and turned her head to look at their guest. "We were simply stopping in. If you're still on schedule, then this must be your four-fifteen appointment, Miss Prospero?"

Valentina shot to her feet, standing rigid and remaining still. She hoped she wasn't blushing as much as she thought she was. She couldn't help it; her boobs were instantly sweating beneath her sweater.

"Yes, this is indeed Miss Valentina Prospero," Jordan confirmed, gesturing to the younger woman. "Recently self-terminated from the employ of Richard and Patricia Duncolm."

"Can't begin to imagine why," Karen said dryly, given Jordan a quick glance for subtle confirmation before looking back at the prospective employee and smiling genially.

Valentina felt herself shrinking on the spot as the two came and stood in front of her. The woman, whom she assumed was Karen Gordon, was tall enough, nearly six feet, but the man beside her, presumably Michael DeBourne, literally cast a shadow over her. As intimidating as his physical presence was, his facial expression put her at ease, and she felt safe somehow.

The rest of his body, however, was beginning to make her wet. Such a hunk!

Karen now took Valentina's hands in hers, looking into her eyes and smiling warmly. Valentina trembled slightly, but not out of fear. She couldn't look away from Karen's gaze, bewitched by those eyes, just like she was with Michael DeBourne's blue ones.

My goodness, she's a virgin, Karen thought, still smiling. And in her mid-twenties. What a delightful person!

She smiled gently at the younger girl, her tone warm and honest. "Work hard, bring peace and friendship, and I promise you, my dear, that you will never regret working here a day in your life."

Valentina barely nodded. "I believe you. And I promise."

Still holding the girl's hand, Karen smiled brightly at the man still standing behind the desk. If Karen was standing, so did he. "Jordan, feel free to keep interviewing for the other housekeeping position if you must, but consider Miss Prospero engaged, as of now. She is a keeper."

Jordan nodded simply, smiling. He'd been hoping for this outcome for some minutes now.

"Welcome to the family," Karen said, giving the girl a hug. Valentina shivered again, but not in fear- she couldn't believe how wonderful Karen's breasts felt squashed against her own. And they were even bigger! She hugged the woman back for a moment and then whispered a thank you, trying not to tear up.

Karen stepped back while Mike moved forward and took Valentina's hands in his. Her eyes widened as her hands, wrists, and part of her forearms disappeared entirely in his grasp.

"Welcome, Valentina," he said in a deep, rich and sonorous voice that made her knees weak and her pussy wetter still. "It's our pleasure to have you aboard."

The couple turned and walked out of the room now, with Karen turning and waving while saying 'Ta!' to the two of them. Valentina almost flumped back into her chair, while Jordan eased himself into his. He gave her some moments to compose herself before speaking.

"So, Miss Prospero," he said finally, making her blink and look up at him. "Shall I draw up the terms of your employment? Are you resolved to work here? You worked for the Dumcolms, so I already know that you can curtsy."

She nodded. "Yessir. I really, really want to work here. They're... they're..."

He chuckled and nodded. "Yes, they have that effect on people. Wait until you meet their son, young Master Alex, and her younger sister, Alexandra."

Holy crap, I think I'm in love... she thought to herself while Jordan continued talking.

***

Sudbury, Northern Ontario, 1985...

As he strode across the campus grounds, people parted before him quickly, lest they get trampled underfoot by mistake. The huge blond student, with an equally huge backpack slung over his shoulder, seemed to be on a mission. He made a beeline directly for the bursar's office, not wasting any time since he was already a day behind schedule. And he hated being behind schedule.

He opened the door to the office and ducked slightly to enter, towering over everyone in the room. Several people gaped up at him, but he just ignored their stares, looking for the bursar.

There he was.

The smaller, bespectacled man swallowed as Mike came to the desk and looked down at him, his electric blue eyes boring holes in the man's skull.

"I'm Mike DeBourne, here to finish registry for the science equivalency courses for the semester," he said in a deep voice.

The bursar fumbled with papers on his desk, going through them and then looking up. "It says here you were meant to check in and register yesterday. That means you're late."

"I know I'm late," Mike replied, not interested in the man's attempts to chide him. "I wanted to finish registration over the phone in Kapuskasing, but you people insisted I come down. The roads were flooded out in Driftwood and Gogama, meaning my bus had to detour twice past Cochrane and Timmins all the way to Iroquois Falls, just to make it here when I did, ten minutes ago."

He put his huge hands on the desk as he leaned down and looked the bursar in the eye. "Now am I to understand that this institution, which wrangled so very hard to have me spend my first year here, is turning its back on me because of a technicality caused by an act of God? Is this what I gave up my berth at the University of Toronto for?"

The bursar was pale as he tried to find the words he needed to stay alive. "Of... of course not, Mister DeBourne. We appreciate the trouble you've gone to in order to arrive as quickly as possible. Kapuskasing is no small distance away, after all..."

"Gee, y'think?" Mike muttered in Cree to himself, still irked at how his first day was going. For someone who was compulsively early, this was downright painful. To be early was to be on time. To be on time was to be late. And to be late was simply unacceptable. He should have ignored what these people had said and come down three days prior, so he could have avoided the damn floods, they were almost predictably regular.

"Okay... okay..." the man said as he shuffled through papers, adjusting his glasses repeatedly. He then went over to a printing machine and a copier, running off several papers. He came back hastily and handed Mike the small sheaf of papers he'd created. "Here we go, this should be everything you need. It overrides any loss of berth based on your absence yesterday, so they will find you some accommodations somewhere on campus, Mister DeBourne."

"Wunderbar," he sighed, looking down at the papers. "And all my classes are in order? I need to get ready, and I've lost an entire day, you may recall."

The man nodded. "They have very explicit instructions to see to all your needs. You are here on a full scholarship, after all, and even a single year of your grades will be a boon to our sciences department."

"Thanks, I'll see you when something goes amiss," Mike announced as he stood and turned to stride out of the office. Behind him, the bursar exhaled heavily while some other workers in the office stifled snickers. He glowered at them and slumped down at his desk, thinking he was lucky to be alive.

Outside, Mike was tromping down the steps, looking at the papers in his hand, not paying much mind to the people around him.

"You really singed Kelso's ass, nice job," a voice said from nearby. Mike paused and turned to look at the person who had apparently been addressing him. He saw a young woman sitting on the stone walls that lined the steps of the bursar's office, watching him. She was attractive, in a plain kind of way, wearing a denim shirt over high-waisted pants. She had lots of kinky brown hair that almost exploded out from her head, and she wore day-glo plastic bangles on her wrists, with matching earrings. She finished the final pull on her cigarette before stubbing it out. "More'n a few people will be pleased with that."

"You saw all that, did you?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I was headed in when I saw you taking him apart through the door, so I decided to wait. Still, fun to watch. You a new student?"

He nodded and came forward, offering his hand. "Mike DeBourne, first year."

"Oh hey, everyone on the faculty knows that name," she said, smiling at him. "They say you have a big brain, I didn't expect the rest of you to match. I'm Tammy. New admin on the staff, graduated last year and got hired right in."

"You seem a little urbane to be sticking around in these parts," he mused as he shook her hand. His hand may have swallowed hers, but she didn't seem to mind. "So what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"Slick, you've even got movie quotes," she laughed. "I've got family here, and they need taking care of. 'sides, I'm the coolest chick on campus, so if I don't leave my little pond, I'm a big deal."

"Makes sense to me," Mike said cheerfully. "Any idea where I'm headed if I'm looking for residences?"

"I do, but that ain't gonna work out, no matter what Kelso told you," she mused, looking at the ground. The residences are filled up but solid, and those people won't give up those berths unless you beat it out of them. Which I'm pretty sure you could."