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469 Charlotte Street
Chapter 1
The voice on the other end of the phone was dark and smooth, like aged Scotch. Robin said she was in her late 40s, had married well but her husband had died suddenly of cancer 5 years ago. My story was pretty brief: I was another struggling grad student starting a new term in a new school in a new city.
Two days before a friend had give me Robin's number at the end of a long and hardly believable tale. She had been to parties at Robin's estate, a rambling wooded 75-acres on the edge of the city with a huge mansion at its center. These were sex parties, large orgies, she said, for the beautiful and the upscale, held on Fridays and Saturdays. She had talked to Robin at the most recent party, and learned she was looking to expand her "staff" ... live-in residents who helped organize and "facilitate" the parties. Because she was married but didn't want to admit it, my friend took down Robin's number and said she'd consider it. But she thought of me because I was looking for a cheap place to live and certainly enjoyed a lot of sex. I'm a reasonably attractive guy, 27, un-attached, and blessed with a large endowment that made me among the most popular guys in my high school and college.
On the phone Robin confirmed the arrangement: free room and board at her mansion plus a small allowance for clothes and incidentals in exchange for regular attendance and participation at her weekend parties. The rest of the week was all yours. It was a perfect set-up for a student. The requirements were that the person had to be highly sexed, attractive and bisexual, as that's what all of her party attendees were. And of course they had to pass an interview and "audition" with Robin. She asked if I could come out on Thursday at 7 and I agreed. She gave me the address -- 469 Charlotte Street -- and simple directions.
That night I put on my best suit and give myself plenty of time to find the house. In the middle of this nice residential section was a golf course, and beyond it the turn for Charlotte Street. The estate backed up to the golf course and had a gated circular driveway. The mansion was huge and looked like a country hotel. I parked and went to the door. I guess I was expecting a butler or a maid, but in a moment Robin herself opened the door and greeted me. She ushered me inside to an elegant sitting room and offered me a drink or a cigarette. I declined both. She lit a cigarette for herself and sat down opposite me.
Robin was a very attractive woman. She looked younger than her age, with perfect skin. She was wearing a simple business suit, with a skirt that fell just above the knees. She had a white silk shirt on that was unbuttoned low enough to show her cleavage. Her face was very pretty, and her dark brown hair was short and stylish. Her bare legs were dark and firm and I tried not to stare.
We talked for a long while about my studies, her life, her parties and clientelle.
Robin also mentioned that there were currently two "employees" with ground floor apartments, and she had room to add two more. I felt better about my chances when she said that. Both were also college students: Clay, 21, finishing his senior year at the local university, and Li (pronounced ''Lee''), 23, a native of China who was enrolled in a community college to improve her English skills in hopes of enrolling in the university the next fall.
"You seem to be an excellent candidate," she said. "Why don't I show you the rest of the house."
I walked behind her as she showed me the main floor living areas and the apartments with their separate entrances. Clay and Li were away for a while while she conducted my interview, she explained. There was a large open kitchen with a breakfast area, opening onto a huge patio with a large brick wall to provide privacy from the golf course.
"Would you like to go upstairs?"
"Yes," I replied nervously, and followed her up the curving staircase.
Upstairs there seemed to be a dozen bedrooms, all elegantly furnished. We wound up in the master bedroom, with its own large sitting area and huge walk-in closet. Robin took off her suit jacket, hung it up and sat down in an overstuffed chair. "Do you have any questions?" she said.
"Yes," I said. "Do you normally wear underwear, or is tonight a special occasion."
A smile crossed her lips. "You're very observant. Yes, tonight is a special occasion."
She had a hungry look in her eyes. "I'd like to see you naked now if you don't mind."
"Of course," I said, standing and removing my jacket and hanging it over the back of a chair. My shoes and socks were next. Then I removed my tie and started unbuttoning my shirt, then on impluse said "I'd be more comfortable if my hostess helped me."
She smiled and stood. She came to me and finished unbuttoning my shirt, then slipped if off. She undid my belt and fumbled with my pants. Finally she had then open and I stepped out of them. I had on a small pair of briefs and my growing cock was about to rip them apart at the seams.
Robin stared and swallowed hard. "Impressive," was all she said. I liberated myself from the briefs and my cock stood high. It's more than 10 inches when fully hard, and now it was about as hard as I could remember. She reached for it but her hands were small and she could barely wrap her fingers around my girth.
"That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," she said in a whisper. With that she knelt and took my hardness into her mouth. She began worshipping my dick, wetting its length and then sucking as much of it as she could fit into her mouth. She'd obiviously sucked a lot of cock over the years, as she
was very talented. My knees actually felt weak as she feasted on me. I didn't want to cum yet so I lifted her to her feet and moved her over to a small sofa. I removed her blouse and practically tore off her skirt before laying her down and pushing her legs open. She was shaved clean and I began kissing and licking her sex with slow sweetness. She began groaning and bucking her sex up into my face. I picked up the pace and she came with a sudden and explosive cry. Her juices were really flowing now, staining dark the material beneath her. I lapped away and a second orgasm washed over her, followed quickly by a third.
She was panting and out of breath by now, so I changed positions and pushed my hard cock into her. Her cunt was amazingly wet and warm, but she stiffened as I entered her. As she got used to the size she relaxed, and I began rolling my hips forward with slow, even strokes. I'd pull out almost until my cock popped free, then drive down until all of my inches were buried inside of her. Her head rolled from side to side and she closed her eyes. I wanted to give her a fucking she'd always remember, so I was soon snapping my hips forward until the head of my cock was slamming her cervex. She seemed to be having one long orgasm at this point, and her clinching sex was driving me wild. Soon I felt my own orgasm rising, so I pulled out and shot a huge load of cum across her flat stomach.
When I was coherent again I asked "Did I pass?"
"Well I really wanted you to cum in my mouth, but I can't deduct too many points for that since I didn't actually get to say it."
"No problem," I offered, scooping her up and heading for the bed. "That was just round one."
Later, after several more rounds of amazing sex, we kissed and touched as we lay in her king-sized bed.
"So, when can you move in?" Robin asked.
More to come...