Chapter 4: Somebody’s Watching Me

(In this case the “Kids” are adult children, 18 to 30. No minors are involved.)

This hotel suite had a “old west” motif, which included a few of the ornate 3 panel “Chinese” screens like one sometimes sees. In Westerns that show a hotel room such screens might be used to screen a bathtub. In more modern movies such a screen might be used for changing clothes while others are in the room. In this case the five-foot tall screen was in front of a door on one side of the suite, I could see the top of the door which was behind the screen, but I did not notice when the door opened or closed. Besides the main door and this screened second door there was a third door on the other side of the suite (I learned that led to Mr. G’s bedroom) plus the door to the bathroom, which was open.

Mr. G was naked on the bed, sweaty, and dripping, when I glanced at the sound where I saw three sets of eyes peeking around the screen looking at me.

Mr. G noticed what had my attention and spoke. “Well, I see your other clients have arrived. Come on out children, don’t be shy ... in a few minutes I imagine you will be beyond that with this wonderful woman.”

Children?! He used the word “children” for them. Also “clients,” in the same sentance. I considered myself a decade beyond doing things with children. I was naked, covered with sweat and dripping with their father’s(?) cum.

He signaled me to stay as I was, on the bed, naked on top of the covers, sweating, and I imagine looking well-fucked. Normally I would not have obeyed, but something told me that nothing would be gained by moving, except showing my body to these children from different angles.

As the trio came in and gathered around the bed Mr. G addressed me. “During our negotiations you noticed that something was glossed over. Now is the time to explain, but first I should introduce you to my children. I will start by saying that all three are of age, that is they are older than 18. All are, in fact, my legal children and heirs if not all children of my blood.”

My first thought was that I did not feel good about “children” watching me fuck their father, it was slightly unwholesome. But that had already happened so I didn’t say anything.

The three visitors were all wearing white bathrobes, suggesting that underneath they were naked as me, and that I would soon see them. Putting the picture together I gathered that the suite had three bedrooms, this the central main room with the attached sitting area and table, fireplace and general furniture. The extra bedrooms flanking on either side. I gathered the children had been elsewhere when I arrived, but had entered their bedroom from the outside while my pussy was occupied by their father. They probably undressed and entered this room via the door that was behind the screen. I had no idea how much of the act they saw, but I had a feeling that was not going to be a significant issue by the time they were done with me.

Mr. G made the introductions.

The first young man, who looked about 30 give or take, looking like his father except for the age and the short hair, was Michal. “My friends call me Mick,” he said. “I am pleased to meet you.” I was naked but he put out his hand to shake so we shook. Since he was in a bathrobe I gathered we were going to be very friendly soon. I didn’t pose or vamp, but I didn’t try to hide anything either. His gaze was flattering, he was looking forward to having fun with me. His father continued saying the young man was starting to take over the firm in a gradual handover. Mr. G had mentioned that he was a widower, now he said his wife, who was Mick’s mother, had died of complications at childbirth.

The second person was Gabril, or “Gabe.” Mr. G said he, along with his single mother, were adopted at birth. He looked to be about 28, give or take, and had a strikingly beautiful androgynous face. He looked nothing like Mr. G. Later, when Gabe took off the robe, I noticed his small, but very feminine-looking breasts. The androgyny was nature, not makeup or surgery. Medically he was a rare ‘chimera’ which is sometimes the result of a “lost twin” where twins are formed at conception but after implantation each twin absorbs parts of the other. His body had 2 distinct DNAs in different parts of his body. Sometimes the lost twin is manifested in particular parts of the body. Gabril was mostly male, and performed as such (as I was to discover) but his chest, face and some other organs had female DNA. He was tested extensively from birth. His mother declined to have him “normalized” by surgery (as is often done with visible features). His case was fairly rare.

Gabe’s mother was a long time family maid who was seduced by another employee, a married man who was embezzling. Since the maid was like family Mr. G adopted the infant and the mother, which allowed them to stay together. The maid acted as surrogate mother to the children. At the time Mr. G was still very emotionally attached to his late first wife so Gabe’s mother stayed an employee, not a spouse. Gabe was the most open about looking at me. Based purely on looks I was receptive to his natural charm.

Without surgery Gabril would have had serious problems in a normal high school, but the two brothers were raised together and home-schooled until college. Mick added, enthusiastically saying, “My brother and I are really into teamwork together.”

Gabe agreed with enthusiasm. From their looks I realized I might be the object of their teamwork.

The third child responded to her brother. “Take it down a level boys, can’t you see she is having a hard time with Dad’s surprise? Maybe she isn’t that experienced. I don’t blame her.” This was from a mature sounding teenage girl with a slim figure and red hair.

“This is my dear Ariel,” Mr. G said. After a decade as a widower, Mr. G married Ariel’s mother who brought her 10 year old daughter into the marriage. Her mother had given her no sense of stability before that. Two years later this second wife and Mr. G had a amicable divorce, they had grown to far apart for a day-to-day marriage in Kansas, but the second wife still visited every year. During the marriage Mr. G adopted the girl and when the couple parted they concluded that Mr. G should raise the girl, as the mother could not see her life styling with a teenage daughter.

I could do the math. Gabe’s mother had ruled the roost for two decades raising the two boys. Suddenly another woman was there with a female tween. Tweens can drive anyone crazy, and with two women in the house it was probably a catfight every night. Then the interloper leaves, and the surrogate mother, who thought her time as an active parent was over, was suddenly had responsibility for Ariel’s teenage years.

It would seem like punishment for doing a good job with the two boys, and could hardly be a solid basis for a parent.

Mr. G explained that this trip was a birthday present some months after Ariel’s 18th birthday. “She was very determined to see people having sex and we really could not think of a better chance to observe. Her brothers convinced me that I have sheltered her from too much in life, ‘keeping her like a princess locked in a tower.’ She is the ‘observer’ I mentioned in our negotiations. Ariel has agreed to watch, but not touch.”

Ariel immediately added, “I hope that is okay with you. The guys said that it should not a problem, they traveled with Father before. I could have peeped surreptitiously, but I would not feel good about that, so I insisted that Father include it in the negotiations.”

I had agreed to an “observer” so I really did not have anything to say except “welcome to the show.” I gathered that her brothers were okay with Ariel watching them stick their wet boners into my body. Then I thought back to that ‘teamwork’ comment and considered that maybe Ariel was in negotiations about ‘joining the team.’

After the introductions were done I had to ask Mr. G, “You used the word ‘clients’ earlier, which implied something more than ‘show and tell’ with you. I am not clear as to when I agreed to ... well, anyone but you.”

Mr. G expected to explain it. “Actually you did, and you knew it, but by design you lacked some specifics. Let me share some history. Five years when Mr. Maier introduced me to the delightful Ms Vee, I was traveling alone but I had a desire that was resisted by most escorts. Mai and I agreed that our meetings would be both on and off the books so they might include some uncommon services. I have negotiated with her each year since. Three years ago was the first time I brought Michal along, and while he did not meet Mr. Maier for our business meetings, he joined Mai and myself in the overnight activities. He was a late addition, she agreed for a surcharge on the usual fee. We took turns, we each sent her to the other when we were done, back and forth. Mia appreciated not having to do a tiresome cleanup between us. Afterward she said the she enjoyed serving the two of us in turn during the night, but suggested that in the future she might stay in one bed and we could take turns coming to her. That really was a better idea. Two years ago I brought Michal along for both business and pleasure, Mr. Maier met him briefly but was not privy to the nighttime arrangements. Last year I brought both boys along, they were checking out the production lines while I was meeting Mr. Maier, so his notes might have omitted all mention of the boys. Last year Mia negotiated to serve myself and both boys, and became acquainted with their preference for teamwork in the form of a DP. I would say that they all enjoyed it. The price we agreed to tonight is in excess of the percentage that Ms. Vee had negotiated last year, because of the added observer.”

I got the point. “So when we negotiated, I agreed to ‘accommodate what Mai did last year’ which included your sons. I assume that the reference to ‘teamwork’ implies your sons enjoying front and back at the same time. I knew it was too good to be true.”

“Yes, I recall your statement to that effect. I implied at the time that I was taking advantage, but given my age I believed the surprise would not be too much for you...”

I had to cut in on that with a comment. “Based on what you did to me so far you don’t have to apologize for your age. It was quite delightful.”

“Why, thank you for that ... You will see what I mean, I am told the boys are uniquely well suited to the activity. Now, as a clarification, the boys prefer the DP to other forms of teamwork.”

“I wonder, considering your own abilities ... is ‘watertight’ in my near future?”

“No. I have a busy day tomorrow so I need my sleep, plus our delightful exercise will surely exhausted my ... hmm ... my ready supply of enthusiasm ... for now. You will have this room for the night, the others have beds in their room and will come and go as they are moved. For myself, I set an alarm to get up at 6 in the morning, and my preference for a wake-up exercise is anal sex in the prone position. I will wake you up. Given how attractive you are, I may be quite anxious by then. After the boys it should be no trial. Again, do not concern yourself with cleaning up, my sons and I have shared women sequentially before. You and I will share a shower in the morning after we finish. For now I bid you good night, with the suggestion that you might ask your clients to join you in the shower before starting, so you can all get acquainted. Are we clear on things?”

It seemed we were. Then Mr. G made a final comment to the boys. “Boys, pleasure with this one is special ... she is new to the profession and very sincere, her pleasure is not an act, so if you are successful you will be rewarded. She is a prize ... if you are up to it.”

He turned to me. “The boys have a bit more enthusiasm than I do, so the ‘working together’ will come later. You can get to know them individually first, followed by the DP. Either or both my be inspired for a third shot before I got up. I expect you to have an enjoyable evening. Until 6 then.” With that he left for his bedroom on the opposite side of the room.

Suddenly I was alone with two more young men to satisfy while a young woman watched. The biggest question in my mind was that, if I was going to fuck these two, I really needed to get some idea about the size of their equipment. Mr. G knew my concern, no doubt that was the reason for his shower suggestion.

I looked around and decided that I might as well get the party started. But before I could move Ariel had a question. “Excuse me, but I noticed your rings. Are you married?” I recalled that her mother left at least two husbands, and possibly other men as well as her daughter. So I recounted my rehearsed answer of widowhood plus a new friend.

“I was married once, it ended with a fatal accident. These rings remind me. I am currently in a relationship, but we are not sure yet ... let us say that we share a roof together on some weekends. He knows what I do, and one issue is that he is not sure about this job extending after marriage. But for a time I was an attendant on a private jet and that was worse, sort of more sex with less pay.” They all grinned and nodded that they understood. “Also, I should mention that I am very new at this, it is my second date.”

I continued. “But since you asked I have to wonder, do you wish to do anything more than observe? I am not volunteering, but I imagine that passively watching will not be much fun.”

She gave a naughty smile. “It will be more like watching with toys, as I have my own along. I have known another’s hand, I made a few silly mistakes in high school, and also enjoyed pleasant moments ... with boys and girls. This is my first time watching my brothers, the whole trip is a present for early graduation from high school. Father and I have talked about a ‘coming out’ party for me sometime, it might be with several people. I guess I am not sure for now.”

I was not going to take that farther. “Well then, shall we?” I motioned to the bathroom. “Unless you prefer...” I motioned to my messy crotch.

Ariel was quick to prod the boys. “Get those robes off, you know damn well she wants to see what she has to work with ... you are never shy on my account.”

The boys slipped out of their robes, but they were soft so I really could not tell too much about what I was facing. I took their hands and led them to the shower.

Ariel lagged behind, but I asked if she wanted to observe so she dropped her robe and followed us, taking a seat on a bench while I adjusted the temperature of the shower. I noticed her pubic hair, like her head it was red. I gather she had never cut her pubes.

I was shaved completely bare down there.

The young men seemed very easy to deal with, I guess they learned from their father. It was like they acted as if I was in charge of them, even though Michal seemed be older than me and Gabril might be close to my age. They were cautious putting their hands on me, gentle and the opposite of grabby. I was sweaty from sex, and their father’s sperm was seeping my pussy, so they offered to wash my body. We all knew what was intended in terms of their fingers and my privates. I smiled and said “please.” As they ran their hands over my front and back I had to ask what they planned to do with my body once the playtime started.