469 Charlotte Street Chapter 5
There seemed to be a crowd of people in the main hall now, attractive people standing around chatting, sipping drinks like any upscale party. All the men were in suits or sportcoats, the women ranged from evening dresses to more provocative looks. Robin took me by the hand and we began circling the room. She introduced me to each person and I tried hard to remember each person's name.
First was an interracial couple, Dwight and Susan. Dwight was tall, handsome and built like a truck, and I learned that he'd played pro football for two years before a broken foot sidelined him. He'd actually grown up nearby and went away to play college ball. Susan was a decorator who had opened up a shop in town. She was tall, slim, with long sandy brown hair. She was wearing a stylish little black dress. Both were late 30s.
Next were Gina and Lisa, both local attorneys. Lisa was a little about average in height, with short brown hair and stylish glasses. She was dressed most conservatively of all, in a fairly simple grey business suit. Her one nod to the evening was that she'd left several buttons of her plain blouse undone. Gina was petite, almost boyish, and her cocktail dress gave little indication as to what was underneath. She seemed fairly quiet, even shy. Lisa was at least 10 years older.
Sarah was apparently here by herself, which was nice, because she was a stunner. Short and curvy, she had a truly beautiful face, and long dark hair with bangs that hung sexily over one eye. She looked young enough to be a college student, but actually had graduated a year before and was now teaching elementary school! She was wearing a short plaid skirt and fishnet stockings, heels and a cropped top that showed off her tight midriff. It was her first party as well and she clearly felt uneasy, and a little underdressed. (I made a mental note to remember to ask Robin about this girl. Was she possibly our next hire?)
Pete and Stephen were partners, in both a relationship and a business, as they were both contractors, and had apparently helped Robin re-do a lot of the mansion at some point. Pete was a light-skinned black guy with a shaved head and a powerful build. Stephen was very nice looking, a former actor and model, tall and slim, with a close-cropped beard starting to show just a little grey. Both were full of personality, loud and boisterous. I guessed they were in their mid-40s.
Amber and Danny were clearly party people, the only ones in the room drinking beer, and both dressed for a swing party: She was wearing a long clingy red dress that was slit up the side -- revealing a nice portion of leg and hip -- and with a deep v-neck that showed off her cleavage. I remember thinking that she had a wonderful body. Her red hair was just past the shoulders, and she was probably in her 30s. He was wearing tight leather pants, boots and a black pullover sweater. He was a bit bearish, muscular, balding with a goatee.
Renee and Eric were very laid back by comparison. Robin introduced them as business owners, but didn't say what the business was. Renee was gorgeous, blonde, all-American, with a tight sexy body. Her top kind of fell away from her shoulders, and she had a tight skirt that showed off very fit legs. Eric also looked like a football guy, athletic, broad-shouldered, remarkably blue eyes. They looked like they were in their late 20s.
Kelli and Patrick were both beautiful people, a veritable Ken and Barbie. Patrick had already made millions by age 30 and married his college sweetheart, who didn't have to work. She was tall, slim waist but nice tits and ass, with brown hair cut in a stylish bob. Pat was blonde, dressed like he stepped right out of GQ and frat-boy handsome.
By the time we'd worked the room the final two guests had arrived. Victoria was a leggy brunette, very well put together, in her 40s. Julie was younger looking, blonde, petite, wearing tight slacks that showed off a wonderful ass, I thought as I took her coat.
There was Mary, of course, Robin, me and my two housemates, which made an even 20. I thought of a line a buddy of mine had uttered while eyeing a group of hot coeds at a wild college beer bust: "Man, let's choose up sides and go to bed!"
That's basically what happened. After a time of polite conversation, people began disappearing into the rest of the house in twos and threes. It was my turn to laugh when I saw Mary leading Clay away. He gave me a look over his shoulder as he was dragged away.
The house was full of "guest" bedrooms, on the main level and upstairs. Most were furnished in a normal fashion, but Robin had made a couple of special rooms. In one a large screen TV showed porn. Another room had dark shades on the windows, which made it nearly pitch black inside. Downstairs in the basement there was a large playroom with soft carpet, oversized chairs and several mattresses. There was also a sling for those into that. While it was not a dungeon per se, it was a popular spot that many guests eventually migrated to later in the evening. And of course the pool area was totally private on the nights when the weather was warm enough. This night was fairly cool, however.
Guest normally hooked up in the rooms with the doors open, and then wandered about, joining others as the night wore on and so forth. If you really wanted privacy it was understood that you could shut the door and not be disturbed, but that was rare, Robin had explained. The fun for most of the participants was being with different partners and in different configurations.
I looked around for Sarah, thinking that would be a wonderfully hospitable thing to escort her into a room for some private fun, but someone had beat me to it. As I realized she was no longer standing there, Pete spoke up behind me. "Welcome, welcome, we really want to get to know you," he said. I looked over his shoulder and caught Robin's eye, and she gave me a wink. It was starting in earnest.
Stephen has his hand in the small of my back in a gesture of friendship, but also beginning to steer me toward the hall. I allowed myself to be led, and we would up in a bedroom with a large canopy bed. The two men began helping me out of my clothes. Seconds later I was naked, my cock beginning to stretch out in anticipation.
"My, my," Pete said, staring at my dick. "It's true! It's true!" laughed Stephen, quoting a line from "Blazing Saddles." They both convulsed in laughter and then began stripping themselves. About that time Robin walked by and poked her head in. "Oh, honey, please come in," Stephen said, "we need a director." Robin smiled, said OK and stepped into the room. She sat down in a chair beside the bed and crossed her legs.
"You two," she said, "suck his dick," pointing at me.
The two immediately dropped to their knees and began taking turns drawing my cock into their mouths. It became hard in an instant. As Robin gave some gentle orders, they did a wonderful job on my cock and balls. After a few minutes Robin said "OK, all of you up on the bed." She then told me to return the favor. Stephen and Pete stretched out on the bed and I knelt between them, taking a cock in each hand and stroking. They were average size, but hard as bricks. I was pretty turned on by this scene as well, and I leaned down and took Stephen's cock in my mouth. After several strokes I switched and wrapped my lips around Pete's dark shaft. I alternated like that until Robin spoke again.
"Stephen, on all fours. Miles will fuck you now." As Stephen scrambled into position Robin handed me a condom and some lube. Seconds later I had my hands on Stephen's beautiful round ass and was guiding my cock into his very tight chute. He let out a groan, then a sigh of contentment as I buried my hard cock into him.
"What about me, ma'am?" said Pete. "You get down there and suck Stephen's dick," Robin directed.
Pete slid under in a classic 69 position so Stephen could suck him as well. I was concentrating on the tingles emanating from my cock as I plowed down into a tight ass. I kinds of wished Robin had a camera because I knew this looked very hot. After a few minutes, she changed her mind.
"On second thought, Pete why don't you come around and fuck Miles?"
Again Pete scrambled around and was soon kneeling between my legs. He prepared his cock with lube and then I felt the pressure of his dickhead pushing against my hole. After a moment I relaxed enough that he slid comfortably into me. Now I was the sandwich meat and I let Pete set the page, fucking me with long slow strokes. As he pushed me forward I pushed into Stephen, who was groaning thanks to my wide cock and almost getting double-dicked in the process.
It didn't take long for Pete to start shooting him cum. After he pulled out and slumped across the bed, I flipped Stephen over on his back. Without missing a beat I hooked his legs over my shoulders and re-entered him, this time fucking him hard. I wanted to cum too, and in a moment I did, powerfully. As I did Stephen's white jets shot across his stomach and he groaned in release. I fell over and collapsed on the bed.
Robin was ready with three towels. "What a mess," she said as she slipped out the door.
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