It was a dark and foggy night as I made my way home along the country road. Stopping suddenly I heard a noise, waiting I didn’t hear it again. Shrugging I again started to pedal. I felt safe as nothing bad had happened here for hundreds of years. Nothing bad like women being violated, murder or robbery.
I breathed a sigh of relief, my 36C breasts rising and falling rapidly as I tried to calm my breath. I reached the modest home that my father had left me. As I started to open the door, I thought I heard the noise again. Escaping inside, I thought I saw a dark figure down the road, if only for a moment.
I was so tired, having gotten off work later than usual. I took off my dress as I started a bath; god this was going to feel so good. Taking off my matching pink bra and panty set, I settled into the tub with a groan. I could feel my back as it ached not only from working as a waitress but the weight I was carrying around on my chest.
Laying back I could feel the hot water starting to ease all the aches and pains I had. At least I was off the next two days to try and recover. Brushing my blonde hair from my face I laid back. Closing my eyes, I started to drift off until I started to slide forward into the water. Sputtering, I came up for air.
Sighing, I stood as I began to wash off. First, I got the wet stickiness from my vagina. Rinsing I felt between my legs throb a bit. Damn it, for too long I had denied going out with anyone. Hell it wasn’t like I wasn’t getting more than a few offers. To introduce myself, I am Stella Mores, yeah, I know all the jokes S. Mores OOOOOO! I must be so tasty! I had heard them all.
Moving up my body I was washing my stomach. To continue, I am a waitress at a local diner. Now the most popular in the state as the owner told me that business had more than quadrupled since I had started there. As I said before I am a natural blond as the hair above my vagina attests to. Taking a deep breath moving up to my breasts. The moment I touched them I felt the tingling start then the orgasm. Yeah, I forgot I am HIGHLY sensitive all over them.
Finally finished half an hour and perhaps eight orgasms later I got dressed sitting to read. You know that thing with a book? With real pages? Anyway I had just started in when there was a knock at my door. Looking at the clock I could see it as now two a.m.
Getting up I looked through the peephole, seeing a tall, rather dark, all I could call him was a beautiful man? Damn! Just the sight of him had both my breasts and vagina tingling and running like a river. Taking a deep breath I answered.
“I’m sorry, it’s late, I do not receive visitors this late.” I said in a neutral voice.
“I apologize for the late intrusion young lady,” came the thickly accented voice. “I have a slight emergency. May I come in to use your telephone?”
“I just told you, I don’t receive visitors this late.” I replied, I wasn’t about to tell this stranger I had no phone nor did I want one. I enjoyed my privacy, not wanting anything to intrude upon it.
“Again I am sorry, I just moved into the large house past your home. As of yet we have so few things connected,” the man said to me.
“Yes, you mean the Prescott mansion. Sir, I am sorry that this has happened, I am afraid that there is nothing that I can do. Later in the day perhaps but not now,” I told the man as I tried to push down the rising feeling of orgasm his voice was giving me.
I suddenly heard what I thought was a sigh. Looking out I saw the man nod his head, then smile. Shit! I thought when I saw his almost hypnotic face. Ripping myself away from the peephole I clamped a hand over my mouth and one between my legs as I started to an orgasm!
“Pl---pl---please,” I stammered, “please go as I said there is nothing I can do for you.” I barely managed to get out.
I heard the man whisper something then I thought I heard someone say in a low voice, “She passes the first test. Tomorrow, Count.”
“Good day my young neighbor, sleep well!” The man said.
I then heard a rustling almost like wings, then nothing else. Looking out again, the area outside my door was empty! I mean there was no one on the side, the path or the road! What the hell was going on?
Shaking my head, I sat trying to read again trying to get the stranger’s dark, mysterious eyes out of my mind. Finally laying down I tried to close my eyes only to feel my vagina starting to leak again. Then I found that I had several fingers buried deep within me as I was screaming out my pleasure. A few moments later I sighed as I fell asleep.
It was several hours later when I was awakened by a rapid knocking on my door. Putting on a robe I looked at the clock groaning when I saw that it was only eight a.m.! Growling I went to the door ready to admonish whomever had dared to wake me so early!
“Who is it? What do you want!” I growled through the door at the strange, small man standing there. A look of fear crossed his face as he backed up.
“Ma’am,” came the high-pitched, irritating voice. “I have a missive from my master. Could you please open the door that I may deliver it?”
Looking out again, I shook my head. This guy was shifty as hell. There was no way I was about to trust him to NOT attack me. “No, I don’t think so. You can slide it under the door.”
“I would Ma’am, though I think that the money would be difficult,” the little guy replied.
“Money? What money? I haven’t done anything to deserve or take money from you. Nor do I think that I trust you enough to do so!” I told the little guy.
“As I said Ma’am, this is from my master.” Sighing the man stood there for a bit longer. “Miss I will leave both here on your stoop. If the master finds out I will be severely punished!” The little man said as he started shaking.
“He won’t find out from me, whoever he is.” I told him.
Bowing his head to the ground I could hear him saying. “Thank you mistre ... Miss! I’ll go now, I am sorry if I made you worry!”
I nodded then looked again seeing that the man was gone! OK, this was getting weird. Opening the door, I saw a small bag and a letter. Grabbing both I had the door locked and secured in seconds. Opening the letter my mouth dropped open.
[ Dear miss Mores, I again apologize for disturbing you last night.
I will endeavor to not precipitate this again.
In the bag you shall find a very small token of Thanks for not alerting the authorities.
Perhaps you might come to dinner one night so I can propose a more profitable end to all this.
your humble captive
Shaking my head, I picked up the bag. Opening it my mouth again dropping open! There were gold coins in it, as heavy as they were they had to be! Shaking my head, I started to get dressed. I was no whore no matter how badly my vagina was leaking, wanting what the stranger had. No I’d call the cops having them come in if I didn’t show back up. Well I thought that was the plan anyway.
It took me almost an hour to reach the road to his place. then another half hour to traverse that. Almost seething when I reached the door I pounded on it. The same small man opened the door.
“Ah Mist ... Miss! Come in please the master will be glad you are here. I am afraid though that he is not here at the moment,” the man told me.
Thrusting the bag of money at the man his mouth dropped open. “You can tell your ... master that I will not accept this. I am no prostitute that he can buy!”
“I ... but ... you ... no... !” Was all the man managed to get out as I turned immediately walking away. Still seething I heard the man start to run after me. “Mam please! This was a gift nothing was expected for it!”
Whirling I growled at the man as he stopped rapidly backing away from me. “I DO NOT WANT gifts! Tell him I am not for sale no matter what! Tell him to leave me alone!”
The small man lowered his head. In a low, whispered voice I heard him say. “Yes Miss I will convey this to the master. I apologize for any transgression I have made miss.”
“As far as I know you haven’t. It is this master of yours that has. I have no interest nor will I! Good day sir!” With that I made my way back to my home, then went into town buying a few things that I knew I needed.
Finished I started pedaling for home. I was almost home when I noticed what appeared to be someone on the road behind me following. Speeding up I was at my door and inside within seconds. Peering out I watched a large man pedal past.
Shaking my head, I went about starting preparing what I would have for dinner. Looking out I could see it was starting to get dark. An hour later I sat at the table switching on my one indulgence, my radio.
I had just started to eat when there was a knock at my door. A little irritated I walked to the peephole. It appeared to be the same mysterious man from before. As I watched he reached to knock again.
“Yes?” I said, “can I help you?”
“Ah young miss!” came the thickly accented voice. “I wish to apologize again for the misunderstanding today. My servant told me what you said. I did not mean to indicate that I thought you were a common street walker. It was never my intention to raise your ire as I did,” the tall, dark man replied.
My mouth dropped open when I heard this. “Thank you sir. If that is all then I shall go back to my dinner.”
“Oh dear! That won’t do! Please accompany me to my home. I will have the staff prepare you a meal as compensation for ruining that which you made,” the man’s voice said as I felt myself almost pulled to the door. Damn what was with his voice?
“Sir,” I finally said finding my voice. “I do not know you nor your staff. I am afraid that I must kindly decline your invitation.” Looking out I saw the man sigh again. Then I heard another voice say so low I wasn’t sure it was real. ‘She has passed again count. This is a good sign.’ Then the man nodded again.
“I will have a solicitor here tomorrow to make formal introductions then miss. Until then,” Again I heard a rustle then nothing. Looking out, once again he was gone! Looking down at my feet, I could see the small puddle that my vagina had leaked while he’d been speaking to me.
Shaking my head, I patted my vagina, “I swear you are always so damn horny!” Of course I really didn’t expect an answer. Unless you counted running more liquid down my leg.
Finishing my dinner I took another bath this time paying more attention to my breasts. After almost falling off my feet I hurried to finish, then sat to read again. Suddenly it hit me, a solicitor? It had been a long time since I had heard a lawyer called that. Just who in the hell was this man, why did he use such old terms?
Obviously the man was playing some game with me or something else was going on. I was tending to lean toward the first choice. It wouldn’t be the first time a man had done such as this to get me in his bed. Nodding my head I thought he probably wouldn’t be the last either.
Finally going to bed I had a hard time falling asleep. The man’s voice was assailing my mind over and over. Suddenly I found that I was driving several fingers in my vagina trying to stop the yearning I was feeling. Exploding into my largest orgasm of the night I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face.
It seemed not long after I’d fallen asleep that there was a tapping on my door. Rolling over I tried to ignore it, only to find that whoever it was, was a persistent bastard. Covering my head, I tried to muffle the sound to no avail. Finally getting up, I pulled a robe on, walking to the door with a murderous look on my face. Looking at the clock I groaned as again I saw that it was only eight a.m.
“WHAT!” I yelled at the top of my voice. This made the insistent rapping stop.
“I am most sorry to disturb you Miss Mores. I was contracted to advise you in the matter of your meeting the Count,” the well dressed man I saw at my door said.
Sighing I stated, “One: you woke me up long before I was ready to. Two: as I told the other man who was here yesterday. I have really no desire to meet this man. Three: if I did then I would have remained at his home till such time as he arrived back there. Now then could you kindly show me some credentials.”
The well-dressed man nodded as he held up a card: Author Dimwitty, Attorney at law. I choked back a laugh as I remembered the ridicule my own name garnered. Opening the door after I cinched up my robe tighter I sat. Might as well listen, THEN I could kick the man out.
With that the man started to produce several documents then several more. Then he started to outline the Count’s lineage, the amount of money he had, plus the many positions he held. I was only nodding not trying to show the interest that I felt was peaking.
“The Count only wishes to invite you to dinner. There he wishes to make a proposition to you. A fairly lucrative one from what I understand. You may refuse of course though, I think the Count will be greatly disappointed if you do.” The lawyer said.
“Dinner, I see, what guarantee do I have that I will indeed be safe, if I go there alone? I am not stupid Mr. Dimwitty. I can tell a ploy when I hear it. No, unless there is some type of safety then no, I can’t accept,” I told the well-dressed man.
A small smile crossed the man’s face then vanished as if it were smoke. “The Count felt that you might react this way. Several cars of the local police have been hired to protect you at all costs. Will that allow you to give a more positive response?”
Damn I thought. This Count was pulling out all the stops to get me there. “I do believe it just might, Mr. Dimwitty.”
“Ah good! They will arrive about six-thirty to convey you to the Count’s residence. I am done here.” The man started to go then stopped at my door. “Oh yes, though you returned it the Count wishes you to have this.” Reaching in his pocket he put the same bag I had returned the day before on the table. “He says you can return it of course though, to him it is yours therefore, it would be a crime if he took it back. Good day!” With that he left leaving my door open!
I rushed up to close and triple lock it. Damn it! What in the hell had I gotten myself into!? Looking at clock I happened across the wall my eyes landing on the calendar. It was October thirty-first. Groaning. I really hated this holiday. All Hallows eve, also called Samhain, the day of the dead. Right now I felt it was more than appropriate with the feeling of dread I was starting to feel.
Sighing I looked at the clock seeing that I had almost ten hours before they came. Nodding to myself, I did the only thing a self-respecting person would do. I crawled my ass back into bed, grumbling that I might kill the next ass that woke me up!
Several hours later I stretched as I finally rolled out of bed. Finally I felt rested! Now all I needed to do was ... It was at that moment that there was another knocking at my door. Getting up a lot more refreshed I went to the door seeing several women I knew there.
I slowly opened the door. “Are you guys lost?” I asked.
All three of the women laughed a moment then the one in front stated. “No Stella! We were hired by a man to get you ready for a small dinner party tonight. He said that no expense was to be spared. Though he did say that it was just a simple dinner party. He had us bring as many outfits as we could. He said you were to choose, then we’d help you dress.”
My eyes opened wide after she’d said all of this. What in the hell was going on? I looked at the expensive materials of the dresses they were holding so gingerly.
“He said I was to choose and all three of you were to help me?” Shaking my head; this Count whoever he was, NOW, was starting to irk me to no end! The nerve of him! Then I sighed as I remembered I had said I would attend. I guess I was going to have to let him have it at his home!
I saw all three of the women back away from me as I felt my anger rise to the surface. Then slowly I calmed as the look of fear was growing larger. “Please Stella, if we don’t help he won’t pay us. This would be enough for the family to leave!” The oldest of the three said.
I sighed. She had me there, she and her family had been trying to leave for years. Nodding my assent, they moved to help me undress. Almost an hour later after standing almost stark naked in front of them I had to sit. Shaking my head I felt tense as hell. The older woman walking out to their vehicle to get a few things. Then there was the ever-present wetness between my legs. The mere thought of seeing the man again had turned on a faucet down there.
One of the other younger women saw this and quietly remarked to the third. Both started to smile large as they both walked up to me.
“Stella?” She started. “We both can see that you are nervous and tense. Can we perhaps help? We are both good at relaxing a woman.”