Mike & Karen Ch. 27

"Thank you, Miss Prospero," Karen said, pulling her mouth off the hardening cock for a moment while Val came up and handed a small remote to Mike. "I will let you know when we are in need of refreshments."

"Yes, Mistress," Val said with a curtsy before turning and swishing out the door.

Mio Dio, she thought as she hurried out into the hall and ducked into one of the guest rooms; she leaned against the wall, lifted her short skirt, and began massaging her slick pussy through her soaked panties. Please, please PLEASE let me be a part of a foursome with them before I die...

Back in the main room, Mike had control of the remote that worked not only the camcorder, but also the stand the unit was perched on. With the remote, he could angle the camera on a swivel, moving the angle up and down or left and right. One day, a stand would be able to walk itself around remotely. He'd need to get Freja working on that. But for now, he zoomed the camera in on his wife and her beloved oldest friend, who were now sucking on his cock hungrily as they knelt on either side of him.

"Oh my God, Kat," Jenny breathed as she watched as Karen somehow pushed all the way down his length until her nose was at the root, her eyes closed while she fondled her breasts. "How, woman? How long have you been able to do that?"

Karen pulled back up his length, making a delicious noise with her mouth as she popped off his cock and smiled at her friend. "Since the summer of nineteen eighty-seven, if you must know. You should try, you were as good as me."

"Very kind, Kat, but I'm not so sure," Jenny said uncertainly, taking hold of his now wet member, feeling the long, thick rod throbbing in her hand. She'd never held a cock this big, and she'd entertained some big men before. "So very unfair that you have this all to yourself."

Karen giggled. "Miss Prospero may contest that assertion, my dear, as would Janet and Mona."

"Goodness, you let them borrow him as needed?" Jenny asked, seeming surprised. "I would be so very greedy."

"Consider it a flex, if you will, on my part," Karen answered, winking. "Not with you, mind, because I need to make you as happy as possible, Jen. And this is one way I can do it."

Jenny stared at the giant tool in her hand, taking a deep breath and licking her lips. "Ave, Caesar. Morituri te salutant..."

"Avete vos," Mike said from above, smirking down at her. Karen giggled.

Chided, Jenny sighed, drew a deep breath, and dived in...

***

The gaming room...

"Dammit!" Alexa hissed as her chosen character sailed backward across the screen in slow motion, letting out a tortured wail before tumbling to the ground and lying still, defeated. She turned and glowered at her nephew-husband. "How?"

"Whaddya mean 'how'?" Alex asked, shrugging as his chosen character, a massive Russian bruiser, pumped his giant fist in the air. "I know how to play this game, even dad can't beat me. Well, I guess I win three out of four games against him. You told me not to hold back."

"You were supposed to anyway," Alexa whined, bouncing up and down now, jiggling her tits at him. "I didn't even get a good hit in that round."

Alex grinned. "Don't mess with the best, 'cause the best don't mess."

"That's an awful saying," Alexa groused, folding her arms and scowling. "Who taught you that?"

"Dad."

"Of course," she sighed, shaking her head. "Well, you legit kicked my ass, which I freely admit that I'm not used to, about anything, really. So what's your prize for winning?"

"I'll think on it," Alex replied, stretching his arms over his head and cricking his neck. "I always make sure I annihilate Freja, because I'm pretty sure she'd want to try pegging me."

The blonde girl snickered. "Yeah, that's kinda her thing when she beats a guy, they've agreed to let her fuck his butt."

She cuddled up into his strong arms and held him close, sighing contentedly, her humiliation seconds before forgotten. "I love it when you smell like victory, even if it's at my expense."

"Well, you still smell good in defeat, so it evens out," Alex said, earning another giggle and then getting his butt groped. "Wanna go another round or try a different game? I'll teach you to play Cyberball."

"No, I'm had my ass stomped enough for one day, thank you," she sighed as she took Alex's hand and walked with him out of the arcade. "When the housewarming happens, that room is gonna be jam-packed with kids, isn't it? Bored, screaming kids."

Alex shrugged. "We'll pay someone to play chaperone and make sure it's kept civil and nothing is wrecked. And if it keeps them out of mom's hair, all the better. So what do you wanna do?"

Alexa smiled at him slyly. "Well, Marie does have the day off, and getting fucked in a different way than just happened to me sounds appealing. Marie told me that the first round of lavender and lilac plants are already in bloom."

"So we hide in the lilac and lavender bushes and go at it like naughty children? I'm in!" Alex said, grinning and reaching down to grope her butt.

Alexa giggle-squealed and then pulled him along by the hand, taking him to her favourite greenhouse.

***

A bedroom, the second floor...

"Whaddya think, Tril?" Valentina mused as she lay on her bed, looking at the ceiling, knees up and kicking one back and forth slowly. "How long d'you think they'll be goin' at it up there?"

"Well, I was trying to not think about it until you brought it up," Trilby sighed, lying on her bed on the other side of the room where she'd been reading a book. "And if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say until late tonight. The boss man clearly doesn't mind, we know the boss lady doesn't, and the countess is practically in heat, so..."

"I guess it was pretty obvious," Val giggled.

"Here's the more relevant question," Trilby added, turning her head to look at her co-worker. "Why are you naked? We're still on duty, y'know, we just have a break."

"Iono, I like being naked," Val replied with a shrug. "'sides, I've still go my stockings on, not like I'm completely naked."

It was true, she was still wearing her stockings, and her habitual little lace kitty ears, but aside from that, she was indeed naked. She'd removed her scandalous French maid's outfit, her panties, and her heels, leaving her lovely body exposed. Trilby tried to ignore the full breasts resting atop Val's chest, jiggling and wobbling slightly as she moved. Val had her hands behind her head, pushing her prominent attributes out even farther.

"Well, just remember that I'm technically your supervisor, so I know when you're late if you're not dressed on time," Trilby mumbled, not actually objecting to her roommate's nudity, so much as trying to conceal that she didn't mind.

"You're silly, I'm gonna miss you when we get our own rooms," Val giggled, rolling onto her side to face across the room, her hand resting on her head, her smooth, shaved pussy now visible. She'd decorated her side of the room in a simple, frilly fashion, with pictures of her family around her, along with some pics of her with her Mistress and Master. She also had a framed pic of her and Trilby, in which she had her arm around Trilby's neck and was bending the hippie girl over to kiss her on the cheek while Trilby seemed to squawk in protest.

Trilby had her own version of the picture, one taken seconds before, where the two were in a more normal pose, arms around one another's shoulders, and throwing up the 'peace' sign.

"Not like I'm really goin' anywhere," Trilby said, trying to hide the wry expression that Val's statement gave her. "I'm literally on the other side of the bathroom we'll be sharing, Bubbles. Pretty sure I'll still be able to hear you getting off when you think no one's listening."

Val blushed. "Dannazione alla merda, you could hear that?"

"Bubbles, we share a room," Trilby sighed, turning to face Val now. "And I'll be amazed if everyone else doesn't know, because you're not nearly as quiet as you think."

"Sorry," Val mumbled, still blushing. "A girl has needs, y'know."

"And yours get met more'n everyone else you work with put together," Trilby pointed out. "If anything, somehow, it's made you hornier. When we first started here, you seemed to try and sneak one in about once a week. Now you're more of a three-times-a-night girl when you're not getting your ass nailed to the wall by the bosses."

"You're... you're not mad at me, are you?" Val asked in almost a trembling voice. "I mean, it's not one of the reasons you're looking forward to your own room, is it?"

Trilby sighed again and sat up, almost shaking her head. She stood and walking over to her roommate's bed, plunking down on it and turning to look down at Val, putting a hand on top of the Italian girl's.

"Bubbles, I would've complained to Tatyana and insisted on my own room a long time ago if I'd had a problem with who you are," she said, smiling. "I mean, sure, sometimes you wake me up or keep me from getting to sleep with the squeaking and the squishy noises, but compared to some of the things I had to deal with growing up on the commune, a small price to pay."

"Y'mean it, Tril?" Val asked in a quiet voice, looking up at her co-worker and friend.

Trilby nodded. "Y'gotta remember, this is my first real job in the big world, so I don't know if I'm settin' the bar too low."

Val giggled and gave Trilby's arm a playful swat.

"But I'm pretty sure it could be a lot worse," Trilby continued. "The workplaces out there are full of racists, bigots, woman-haters, and so on, and there's none of that here. If perverted shenanigans once in a while are as bad as it gets, I'll take it. The paycheques make it very worthwhile."

"Good to know that the size of your paycheque is enough to put up with me," Val sniffed, looking put out.

"Now who's being silly?" Trilby laughed, reaching to tickle Val's belly and making the smaller girl whoop and cackle for a moment. Val sat up on her knees and hugged Trilby from behind, seemingly heedless of her nudity, or squishing her breasts into the other girl's back.

"Thanks, Tril," she whispered, wiggling happily. "I mean, I'll try to keep the noises down, and I'm getting a depilation treatment, so less time in the bathroom, I promise."

"Thanks, I needed to know that," Trilby said dryly, fighting a losing battle on ignoring the feel of the silken soft globes pressing into her back, making her tingle. "No lie, though, Bubbles, I've had a lot of roommates over the years, and you're by far the best one. I actually like rooming with you."

Valentina somehow hugged and squished harder, if that was possible. "So you'll miss having me as a roomie?"

"I'll be living in the room next door, so things'll hardly change," Trilby muttered. "Tell y'what... we'll keep the two doors between us open all the time, and you have my permission to come into my room any time you want, even if it's just to gab while we get dressed."

"D'y'mean it, Tril?" Val asked, sounding a little excited. "I'd love that, it means almost nothing changes!"

"What's the term the boss lady always uses?" Trilby asked, trying to remember. "Heavens forfend?"

Val's watch started beeping, indicating their break was over.

"Shit, I'm gonna be late!" the housemaid yelped, detaching from Trilby immediately and beginning to hastily stuff herself back into her tight outfit, forgetting her panties. "It's your fault, Tril!"

"My fault?" Trilby exclaimed, standing up and looking at Val in astonishment. "How? You're the one who was naked!"

"Yeah, but you were being all nice and tickling me and making me feel and squishy and warm and I completely forget about the time!" Val said, hopping around on one foot as she tried to slip on one of her heels.

"Remind me to stop being so nice to you then..." Trilby sighed, shaking her head.

***

The little apartment over the garages...

She sat in her comfy lounger, completely naked while reading the latest romance novel by Cora Scarlett. She brought the tip of the hose up to her lips and took a long pull from the hookah, enjoying the bubbling sound before exhaling and blowing out a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke. Jazz music played softly in the background, lending the living room a serene atmosphere.

Glenda was fairly certain she had the night off, simply because she was aware that her employers were otherwise occupied with the countess. Theresa's kitchen was well-stocked, Marie had all the gardening supplies she needed, and nobody seemed to need to be anywhere. She'd already told the chef that she would pass on dinner, taking care of herself up here. It was a nice, lazy evening.

She didn't smoke, save occasionally for the hookah, which was a pleasant indulgence. A few of her co-workers had been invited up to join her for a session, usually Val, who was so much fun and looked great doing it. Once she'd gotten over the comical initial coughing fits, she was ambitious with trying to achieve fun things with the clouds she blew out.

She sighed and relaxed deeper into her chair, luxuriating in the room's atmosphere. She'd fallen in love with the space even before the job offer, when she'd been shown where she'd be staying. It more than met her needs, and was just the right feel. The furniture and décor were posh without being ostentatious, spacious enough without being too vast, and decidedly private and intimate. It made her feel like she was at home.

And they allowed her to treat it that way. Tatyana always called before coming up to see her, and even their bosses were courteous enough to make their presence known instead of just showing up. Not that she would have minded, since they both gave her a tingle.

Ohhhhhhh, that would be nice, she thought, stretching her arms overhead for a second, her legs curled beneath her. I agree with Andrea, Val is so lucky. One day, maybe, in this room...

No flies on the countess, either. She was both like and unlike so many aristocrats that Glenda had chauffeured around over the years; like in that she was posh, and sophisticated, but unlike most of them, extremely personable and likeable. She seemed genuine, honest, and straightforward, without pretense. And she was fun.

She had two days a week off, of course, barring special situations like events her employers needed to be chauffeured to, but if that happened, they made it up to her one way or another. Tatyana had also informed her that she was likely to be a little more busy now that Lady Greymoor had arrived, since Mrs. DeBourne would want Glenda to take her dear friend places as necessary. Glenda certainly didn't mind, since she loved driving the Bentley and the Maybach.

Relaxing again, she settled down into the chair, taking another nice, long draw on the hookah. She had brought one of her own, but the one her employers gifted her when she was permanently hired on was exquisite- handmade in Syria, it was crafted from blown glass tinted green, it was fitted with carved brass, had tiny little red gems studding the metal, and was nearly four feet tall. It functioned beautifully, and smoking from it was a dream.

She smiled as she remembered that Andrea said the intent was to create an actual hookah lounge on the main floor of the manor, a room that was set up like a Moroccan lounge- with pillows and cushions everywhere, fabric draped to give an exotic feel, low tables holding several hookahs, and even Moroccan lamps providing the room's illumination. The center would be open to allow people to entertain with belly dancing.

Glenda was going to have a new favourite room in the manor soon.

She sighed and caressed her breasts, squirming slightly as she let her mind wander. She went on dates, but as yet had never brought any of the men back here. There was still a lot of trust to be established with her employers before she'd ever consider taking liberties like that. Even her regular date, Rob, had not been invited over. She met him elsewhere, in her own car, and spent the night at his place, if it was that sort of date.

She wasn't really focusing on Rob right now, though. The sex with him was decent, he got her where she needed to go, but tonight she was focused on a fantasy, a huge, powerful body pinning her and fucking her good and hard. She'd seen that naked body once or twice now, when Mike was with his wife in the jacuzzi or coming out of the sauna. He was huge all over, and it made her knees weak. That mane of golden hair over those laser-blue eyes...

She wasn't all that experienced with women. She'd tried dating some occasionally, and while it was enjoyable, she was rather certain she preferred men. Granted, maybe Karen DeBourne or Jenny Penrose could change her mind, but she would be so intimidated by them...

Glenda moaned as she fondled her breasts and then let her hands glide down her body. She was nearly forty now, but she kept herself in good shape with aerobics, jogging, and some yoga. Fit and trim, she allowed herself few vices, determined to keep her shape for as long as possible. She had a healthy bank account, saving the majority of her earnings for years now, and when it was time to retire, she would be able to afford a nice place; perhaps not here on the Bridle Path, but a posh condo downtown, or a cozy house in a nice neighbourhood...

She shivered as she caressed her thighs, opening her legs wantonly. She moved closer to her womanhood, not touching it yet. She wanted this to last, she was in no hurry.

She thought of the time she'd seen Mike and Karen with Val in the solarium, making love in the Jacuzzi. She'd been wandering around the second floor, going in and out of unused guest rooms in the east wing, just exploring. She'd look out a window and down, the glass room that was the solarium catching her attention. Even through the steamy glass panes, she could see what was happening.

Val was lying on her back on the edge of the pool, writhing in the grips of pleasure as Karen lapped at her pussy while bent over in the tub. Behind Karen, Mike had his wife by the hips and was sawing back and forth inside her, his huge cock splitting her wide. Val was squeezing and groping her breasts, her head going side-to-side, her mouth clearly making the most wondrous sounds.

Glenda stared for as long as she dared (or, more to the point, for as long as she could stand it), before leaving the dark room and hurrying back to her apartment, almost tearing off her clothes as she hurled herself onto the bed and masturbating furiously, bringing herself to climax several times. Luckily, her alarm went off, or she would have passed out and slept right through the night.

Those images filled her mind now, thinking of the three of them fucking, and she groaned shamelessly, knowing that nobody could hear her. She was glad for the privacy, as sociable as she normally seemed. The fingers of one hand stroked near her pussy while the other hand brushed over her hard nipples, making her shiver and get wetter still.

She imagined herself replacing Karen, feeling those powerful hands pinning her in place while the giant cock plowed in and out of her, spearing deep inside, making her feel so very full. She also imagined herself leaning down and lapping at Karen's slick pussy, the bronze-haired goddess gripping her head, fingers clenching in her hair. She'd eating pussy only a handful of times before in her life, maybe five, but she couldn't imagine it not being wonderful with Karen.

She allowed a finger to press against her clit, lightly and briefly, but it sent a wonderful jolt of delight through her, and she gasped, shaking and spreading her legs wider shamelessly. Her body was getting warmer with each passing moment.