Episode 59: OVERNIGHT SENSATION

8:00 PM ... Albright Mountain.

Melanie Bush wandered about checking out her future residence, rather, deciding if this was ultimate lottery win was truly happening. This was every poor man’s dream to live the life of luxury in a multi-million-dollar mountain retreat that had everything one could possibly want. All she had to do was be here for the owner Roselyn Albright, and predominantly her new much younger Master who seemed to have the 40-something beauty wrapped around his pecker.

An eventful day sexually she opted to let Cabot Ross be alone with his filthy rich Cougar slut. It was obvious that Roselyn adored being dominated and sexually controlled. Melanie wondered however what Rose would be like without Cabot around to boss her around. She didn’t really like being ordered around herself yet for four grand a month she might just learn to live with it a bit. She was a freak at her soul, there just needed to be a little more communication concerning it all, rules if you will, before she could commit to this new arrangement.

It wasn’t solely about the priority of having good sex, Melanie had zero problem getting guys on her own. The things she was often willing to do above and beyond the call of booty attracted men far and wide, like her rose-tressed legs in those situations. A tattooed tomboy early on in life, she ventured into her perfected womanhood more so these days. A stripper body with a grease monkey mentality, her dad called her. Biker bitch with a heart, which was why she went into nursing, well CNA training, she had no long-term college ambitions.

Good with her hands via wrench or massage she did what she had to in order to keep herself fed and looking beautiful, nay, sexy at all times. Her main objective was staring her right in the face and no, it was not Cabot’s huge dick offering a primal style facial. Although, that craving was always there considering she referred to herself as a greedy cum slut. She was 25-years old and still living in her mommy’s basement. In convincing her to take on this move, Cabot required her to assist him in becoming a better Master. He was doing just fine without her. Amateurs! Geez!

Unknown to Mel at this point, Cabot was only doing this to help his landlady Margo Needy. Her efforts, more a dream, to come up with a viable option to get a Bed & Breakfast off the ground out at her 380-acre valley home. He, none of his fellow tenants wanted her to put her property up as collateral and risk losing her late-husband’s legacy. Currently that was the plan, aided by small amounts of cash coming from out of the country. Her own adopted son Elliot the schemer was pimping Margo out to the heir-apparent of a billionaire from Egypt. Still not enough money to cover as much as she required, she still spoke of that loan. Rose taking interest in Cabot this was his way of helping his adopted MILF mom out of a big mistake should her venture fail. Enough of that!

“No clothes allowed inside the house.” Melanie shivered a bit, the chill down here in the sub-basement was giving her rose tattoos tangible thorns. “I wonder if that’s fulltime or just when Cabot’s out here swinging his big ass dick around. I need to sit and have a talk with both he and Roselyn before I fully sign on any dotted line. Man, the money is good though.”

“There you are.” Cabot found Melanie sitting at a wet bar on a rotary barstool, nursing a beer she had found the next floor up. Returning to the sub-basement to be close to he and Rose should they want her, she located the bar. Behind handsome Cabot followed Roselyn who was back to wearing her collar. “Lose something?”

“Like what?” She spun around on her stool to face him then back to the bar leaving them with an ass worth looking at. No words further until she turned back around at Cabot’s crossed arms and demonic glare she looked him directly in the eye. “Miss me?”

Turning around at Cabot’s non-verbal insistence Rose bent over to touch her toes. “Oh, Ruby! Yeah, I forgot you ripped her out of my ass. That hurt by the way.” Roselyn was wearing Melanie’s ruby red butt plug gem thanks to Cabot introducing it to the 43-year-old Cougar’s anus. “She can keep it. I have one for every day of the week. Well, not Sunday anymore.” She laughed! “I only grabbed one beer. Want me to go grab a couple more?”

“Naa! Let’s chat awhile then I’ll make dinner.”

“That’s right! Mister Master has aspirations on being a Chef. Are you going to give up this palace to work in some big city bistro?” Mel winked as he made Rose kneel down on the floor, allowing her to remain a part of their conversation, meaning eyes and ears on. He was keeping his word at making her a part of everything he did.

Taking a seat on another barstool beside Melanie the stud faced Rose. This was so his never once failing him erection was pointed directly at her, otherwise elbows on the bar. “Saving money to go to culinary school.”

“Rose here isn’t paying your tuition then. I figured with her paying me a grand a week to be her masseuse on call and living here that she would get you started.”

“Rose knows I don’t want her money. Besides, our deal here is nothing but sexual ownership. Right, Nouveau?”

“Yes, Baroque.”

“So, what happens when you aren’t here? Does Rose still play the slave?” Mel crossed her legs masking the view of her rose bush pubes.

“I would if instructed.” Rose opened up, sharing only things pertaining to Cabot the Master.

“When I’m at work she’s free to do as she would without me. I only have a few conditions while away.”

“The no clothing thing?” Mel brought up with a doubtful grin! “About that! I kind of like my badass wardrobe. I don’t serve you, Mister Master. I mean, I won’t tell you no if you want my attention.” She giggled then swigged her beer. “But, like right now I’m freezing my cunt hairs off down under the ground here.”

“I can turn the heat on.” Rose offered! “Each floor has two furnaces. I hardly come down here, so I just turned them off.”

“If ... just saying if ... I move up here ... am I paying utilities for this level? I mean the bedrooms are down here. How much of this space would I be occupying?”

“You can choose any bedroom you want besides mine. Outside of your private quarters you can utilize whatever space or activity room in the entire mansion.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Cabot sneered, wagging an index finger! “If I allow her to sleep in your bed you have nothing to say.”

“He won’t do that, because I wouldn’t do that to you Rose.” Roselyn appreciated her considerate attitude. “I got you Babe!”

“Thank you, Melanie, but I will obey Baroque. However, when you are not here, I will sleep in my own bed.”

“Will you? Will you really?” Cabot was playing Heath Talbot’s intimidation game as he often treated Margo with great results. “If I call you in the middle of the night and order you to relocate to the floor ... you will.”

“He forever takes my breath away.” Roselyn held her chest smiling, eyes sharing a dazzling sparkle. “Yes, Baroque! You may even console the security cameras to see if I obey.”

“I would too. As a matter of fact, I want an app installed on my cell to keep an eye on you.”

“Us!” Mel laughed, hiding her grin behind her beer bottle. “I’m not a dumb bunny, Big Bad Baroque. You want to know when I’m masturbating. I’m cool with that though, I’m a freak who loves being watched. Like I said though, I dig my wardrobe, so I’ll be wearing clothes at least down here, or when I’m on my way out. I’ll be more than glad to around run naked when you’re here.”

“If you want this dick, you better.” He stroked that veiny bastard arrogantly.

“Sorry Rose ... I kind of do.” She reached over and squeezed his crown, palming his urethra like ready to open a bottle cap.

“I have no say over his choices.” Rose smiled! “Baroque and I have things ... sorted out.”

“I won’t bullshit either of you. I’m still learning myself in this role.” Cabot confessed! “But I won’t stick around unless my voice is heard like thunder up here at the top.”

“I will never fail you, Baroque.” It was easy to tell Roselyn was already deeply attached to the nineteen-year-old, almost twenty. “Mold me to your will.”

“Starting with that weight loss. You have Bryce coming up here tomorrow to train with you. I’ll be working at Hilltop.” He shot a glance at Melanie polishing off her bottle of Bud. “Are you working at the nursing home tomorrow or quitting?”

“No decision just yet. I probably should be smart for any future resume issues. It kind of reads bad as it is. So, yeah, two-week notice.”

“So, you are accepting my job offer?”

“Fuck it! I can’t pass up a grand a week. My hands are yours, Boss Lady.”

“Let us seal the deal. Five thousand a month! You become Baroque’s as he desires your body.” That offer made Melanie go pale, bottle sat on the bar she uncrossed her leg for a stunning visual of her Garden of Needin’.

“No more lady like poses.” She sighed! “I may be crazy but ... use me, Mister Master.”

“I would have anyway.” Cabot turned to her and reached for her beer bottle. Swishing it he dumped its final swallow in a sink connected to the bar. Once empty he lowered it between Melanie’s thighs. Patting her legs wide he penetrated her vulva with the bottles neck making her gasp. “Nouveau! Wrap your mouth around the base of the bottle. This Bud is for you!”

“As you wish Baroque.” Rose shuffled forward on her knees and widened her jaws until she could encompass the bottles wider tank. Effort yes, but she was quite fond of extremely hard girth. Peering up at Cabot with unwavering eyes she awaited his next command.

“Blow glass! Fuck the masseuse until she fills that bottle with pussy juice. I’ll go make dinner.” Pausing at an intercom on the wall he found it working perfectly, speaking into it like a dumbass. “Is this thing on?” He then laughed! “House wide! I better hear Mel squealing nonstop until I have the dinner table ready. I saw salmon in the freezer. Plenty of veggies in the crisper. I’m thinking Green Thai Salmon low on the Curry.” His suggestion was met with a pair of, “Mmm’s!” Was it the menu item or the BUDding friendship?

He hoped Rose didn’t chip a tooth over the bottle.

Margo Manor aka The Cougar House!

The symphony was in town. Margo Needy and Francine Filmore, both drop-dead gorgeous Cougar’s in their mid to late 30’s were screaming their fool heads off. Up against the front door and adjoining wall Heath Talbot and his roommate the ever-horny Brian Hancock was wailing on the two buxom bitches within their greedy little possession. Masterful indeed!

“Fuck!” Was the only relatable word repeating itself from Frannie’s lips, Heath leaving Hickie’s on her throat just to piss off her husband Wildwood Deputy, Riley Filmore. He had permission to make his wife happy so to hell with what he might say about her Cougar tracks. With the chaos inside, Eric Crowe’s sheepdog Studly was reacting to the door rattling with each thrust. Heath slammed Frannie’s cunt with a vengeance until the hinges grew weak. Thus, howling! Perfect camouflage for a sneaky bitch in her own right.

FBI Agent Roxie Durbin had slipped in from her well-hidden car, originally planning on knocking as Erica Nichol’s sister, but knowing Frannie was here that might look suspicious. Instead, Roxie snuck to the side of the massive home and avoided the dog’s normally keen notice, but the door distraction had the pup fixated.

Dark as a crypt outdoors she had it made in spying through a window, curtains were always wide-open way out here in the middle of nowhere. On tiptoe to see in, Roxie’s eyes bulged at seeing the two couples fucking so vividly. If only she could see the ladies better, she had no interest in two muscular young boys from behind. Grumbling, she noted another boy, this one dressed coming down the upper story staircase. He then disappeared down a basement set of steps. Out of the way hopefully. “No sign of the Nichol’s bitches. I really figured that Talbot kid to have Jenna. I wouldn’t think he’d be fucking the deputy’s wife if the Nichol’s are inside there. Brazen if he did.”

Wondering if maybe they might be in the basement she cautiously followed around the house and crossed the extra-long deck to where a basement window was illuminated. Peering in, having to stretch out as if doing pushups just to get a good look inside she only found Jeffrey Hancock, drinking a beer and watching TV on a big screen. “Well hell! No ladies here either. That only leaves the upstairs.” Although there was a huge garage out across the field of grass. No lights there either!

In her passing over the deck she saw into the kitchen and dining room, other rooms were as dark as it was outside. Looking up she saw lights on in Margo Needy’s bedroom. Window open a head ducked out. Lily Crowe was on her cellphone leaning out a window with no screen and peering out across the humongous property and the trees surrounding it. “I miss you, Ben.” Ears in tune Roxie hugged the wall below to avoid her being seen if Lily looked down. “Is the treehouse spooky at night?” Of course, it was!

“Treehouse?” Roxie gnashed her teeth over the inability to pierce the veil of trees in the dark. “Go figure!”

Ben Dunn warning her that his cellphone battery was running low asked her to meet him at the edge of the trail. While unable to hear Ben’s request Roxie only had Lily to go by. “If it’s spooky, why would I walk all the way out there when I can’t see. You and Greg have the only flashlight I found in the house. We’ll live until morning. I’m calling off work one more day, so I’ll spend it with you. Kim?” Lily sighed! “She’s dealing with Eric.” Hiding under his bed while he was fucking Greg Shepard’s mom Anita. Insanity everywhere it seemed. The name Eric being so close to Erica, Roxie narrowed her eyes. She had no idea there was any Eric out here.

“Ben and a Greg, eh? The boys who helped Erica escape I bet. I wonder if this is the girl who was driving the car that got them to safety?” She hadn’t really looked at Eric’s car to decide, Lily having borrowed her brother’s ride. Brian’s truck, Heath’s Xterra, Margo’s Ford Edge, Frannie’s convertible, and Anita’s minivan were all nothing to stress over. Observation pointless at the time being!

“Whiney! Fine! How about this?” Lily continued without looking down, if there was no shingled canopy it would have been easy to see Roxie, this was a bold move on the agent’s part. “Meet me at the end of the trail and I’ll suck your dick. We can trade phones until morning. I have a flat charger I just sit my cell on, so, it should charge yours overnight. We just need to trade back before I call off work in the morning. I knew that would make you happy. Give me five minutes I’ll run out there. Start walking with the flashlight.” Careless move!

Ducking her head back inside the window Lily closed it. Putting on pants and a hoodie for warmth she scurried downstairs. She paused long enough to watch the boys destroying Margo and Frannie, turning herself on by their screaming orgasms. Giddy over her luck she came outside through the French doors a mere fifteen feet away from Roxie using the towel cabinet to hide behind. Rounding the swimming pool and off the wood stairs leading into the grass Lily took off running. The moon high gave her a little light to travel by, but knowing it was all grass she wasn’t worried about tripping.

Roxie gave her a head start then pursued her at a distance. Her own cellphone buzzing in her pocket she just knew it was her superior Buford Tanner calling to check in on Wayne and his family. It went unanswered! Fearing the glow of her cell attracting the girl should she look back she held off exposing it. “Wait your turn, Tanner.” He had no choice. Unknown to Roxie, even she had a tail. From the tree line to the East of the house a certain father stood watching both Lily and Roxie. Moonlighting it seemed!

“Now where are you two headed?” He rubbed his beard. Wayne Nichols had ignored his Handler’s advice to stay in the car. Too much to ask for Rox!

On the top floor Eric Crowe had Anita Shepard in a doggystyle position on his bed. Pulling her hair and slapping her bubbly ass cheek, it came to life dancing for his every swat. Not a perfect body but not far off either, Anita had that extra something in the something, something. Regardless, Eric was fascinated by her body.

Under his bed out of sight lay Kimberly Lisa Hines, confined by the weight of both of the adults over her. The narrow gap made it difficult to use her thick dildo up inside her which had Eric written on it in black Sharpie. Claustrophobic, she decided to take a risk and slither on her back to the foot of his bed until she was out from under it and hunched on all fours.

Both Eric’s and Anita’s bare feet were draped over the mattress but not enough that she couldn’t avoid them. Although the lights were dim, narrowed down to two tiny plug end nightlights, she could see Eric’s balls swinging and slapping her thighs. Sexy but that should be her moaning and feeling that bad boy between her legs, not Greg’s mom. Kim had no real clue as to what to do in the moment. If she unlocked the bedroom door and ran out, he would know she was there. Although, being this close to him here and now she wondered if he truly would be angry. Lured by his muscular build she just caved. “Better or worse!” She often practiced fake wedding vows. She was that in love with Eric. “If he hates me, at least Greg’s mom might go home.” Stupid logic!

Sitting her dildo on the floor she stood up behind them and watched. Trembling, rubbing her clit to build up her courage she felt adrenalin spiking within. “I don’t care anymore. I need him.” Easing between their feet, his between Anita’s, Kim palmed his shoulders and threw her breasts up against his back. In his fevered ready to nut emotions her added weight didn’t even register with him upon contact. It wasn’t until Kim began kissing his neck that his eyes bulged.

“What the hell?” Thoughts discovered her. Sweat dripping in his eyes, Eric looked over his shoulder only to find blond hair in his vision, at least it made a good mop for his perspiration. So close to detonation he remained silent of yelling, not wanting Anita to freak out. By all rights he should be, but Eric knew exactly who it was. “Why me? It couldn’t have been Margo.”

He inwardly sighed then palmed Kim’s face over his shoulder. She melted within his tender caress. Telling herself he wasn’t mad she ran her hands around his chest and teased him with her nails. “Thank God Anita is facing my headboard. Two women! That’s a first for me.” He would play this out a bit longer until Anita had another orgasm. “I’ll just throw Kim out in a few and excuse myself to go take a piss. That is, if I can get her out without Anita seeing her. So stupid!” His brain at the moment, her ballsy attitude!

Releasing his chest Kim eased back then reached under his thighs to grab his balls, tenderly squeezing them until he snarled and nutted hard. Anita reacting to his explosion within screamed loud enough to peel his posters off the wall. A few seconds later she came so hard she nearly blacked out. Nudging her forward Anita collapsed onto her belly and shook. Carefully standing first, he turned only to find Kim on her knees and taking his wet dick into her mouth. Gritting his teeth, he let her lick him dry of not only his cum but Anita’s. Nice!

“I need to take a leak. Give me a few we’ll go again.” He silently waved Kim to get up. Instead, she razzed him and slid back under his bed. “Fuck!” Only to retrieve her dildo did Kim reveal her arm, slipping back out into sight. “No!” Anita begged! “FUCK ME!” His insistence on peeing left Anita pouting into one of his pillows. He left her there and unlocked his door, stepping out and across the hall. Searching for his sister as a source of help he couldn’t find her. Only the echoing cries of Margo and Frannie Filmore found the airwaves.

“They must have relocated to the basement.” He peered out over the living room where the cluster was enjoying one another to find it vacant. “Maybe that’s where Lily is. After that masturbation shit last night, she’s probably watching Margo get hammered. Heath just had to bring Frannie Filmore out here when I can’t just go fuck her because of Anita, now Kim. This is just nuts.” He did take time to use the toilet.

Shuffling back into his room he chose to leave the door open in hopes Kim might make her escape. “If I ignore Kim and keep Anita busy, she might give up and leave. If not ... I play it off as if I didn’t know she was even out here.” Anita had rolled over to lay on her back while waiting on him as seductively as possible. Beguiling him with a curling index finger she lured him back over her into a missionary position. Grinning like a kid getting a freshly baked cookie he took her up on her expectations. Erection back in business he slid inside her vulva with relative ease, her juices still flowing made for the perfect lubrication. Lifting her legs up and taking them over her head he set about stretching upward in order to slam straight down into her piledriver powered up. Let the wails rise!