Episode 61: WAtchdoG

9:50 PM! Bedtime on Albright Mountain! Ehhh? Nightcap!

Cabot Ross having made dinner for his filthy rich slave, 43-year-old Roselyn Albright and newly hired fulltime masseuse Melanie Bush actually cleared the table together. Sharing in washing their dishes and putting leftovers away out of respect for the chef they adjourned to Rose’s top floor master bedroom. With work in the morning for Cabot at the Wildwood family restaurant called Hilltop, he and Melanie had the same situation. Melanie worked at Hellacious Acres Nursing Home, not its real name simply a funny version of its true rather boring identity. Mel agreeing to this new job was willing to make the mountain her new home, at least for the foreseeable future, spending the night at Cabot’s encouragement. Having had some of the best sex in her life with Cabot and his elder slave, the young beauty just had to see how tonight played out. A rags to riches bedtime story! Once Upon a Time...

“The cache of toys is right over here, Baroque.” Rose Albright aka Nouveau utilized their artistic nickname’s. They had decided on adopting them as a classy recognition just for fun as a way of differentiating them from their true names. What began as a humorous redefining became reality.

Master Baroque was an amazing young leader, Nouveau reborn beneath his rule. Both were evolving at a rapid rate. Cabot declined accepting a dominance role over his true landlady Margo Needy, although had chosen to practice here on Rose. To her misled misfortune his reasons were in order to swindle her out of enough money to help Margo succeed in her dream. A dream to own a Bed & Breakfast on her current property, left to her by her late husband basketball coach Darryl Needy. At this time, she was dangerously close to losing her happy home, his inheritance money nearly diminished.

However, in an unpredicted fashion Cabot was now finding out that this double life was to his liking. Roselyn needed him as much as Margo did. The thoughts on using her were still there but his conscience told him this woman could bring him good things should he continue his evolution in dominance over her. All alone up here in an over eight million plus mansion on a scenic mountaintop Rose just couldn’t cope anymore.

Her own late husband Wardell Albright set her up for essentially three lifetimes being a stock market financial wizard. Not only that but Wardell insisted on a freak lifestyle that Rose had slipped back from upon his passing. A lifestyle sorely missed but her distrust of powerful older men who were sneaky she succumbed to being almost a hermit, yet still trying her best to better herself. This meant rebuilding herself from the ground up both mentally and physically. This young nineteen-year-old was wise for his age and definitely making an impression. The attachment was instantaneous.

Opening the almost hidden closet it almost felt as if angels were singing as a blue sensor light lit up to show anyone at the door it’s treasures. Even Melanie was in awe standing behind Cabot and Rose. “Nice arsenal!”

“I knew you would approve.” Rose smiled and oddly patted her palms together as if a giddy prayer, then swiftly refrained from it so as not to appear silly looking. She was merely excited over any and all things Baroque. “Select whatever you see fit.” That was his plan, Cabot stepping inside to look at every bondage toy and restraint known to exist.

“I’m thinking Nouveau needs something thick and dramatic.” Locating a ten-inch dildo with a suction base that had a crown nearly the size of Melanie’s fist he slipped it from its holding pod. “Battery operated even.”

“We might need a charge. There are fresh batteries should it require any.” Rose opened a drawer in the cabinet area. Turning it on the batteries were shockingly still lively. “Oh my! Swaggy still lives. Wardell called that one Swaggy. A wagger with swagger he used to say.” Shamelessly she kissed the tip of the toy and said, “I’ve missed you so.”

“Let me guess!” Cabot smirked! “This was molded after Wardell’s dick.”

“Why yes! How did you know?”

“Margo has molds of Darryl Needy in her attic, attached to a really expensive fucking machine. Darryl even built a mannequin that looks exactly like him so that she could always go up there and fuck him in her times of need.”

“That’s so romantic.” Melanie giggled! “Can I lay down?”

“Get that tight, sexy ass of yours into Rosie’s bed. I’ll be on top of you in a sec.” Cabot turned halfway to leer at the tattooed goddess with dark roots, seasoned with blond frost for a very complimenting approach to her skin tone and blue eyes. There was just something almost Malamute to her eyes alone. Vampiric perhaps! Being somewhat goth, Mel loved her mystique. Fluttering her eyebrows at him she turned in step and walked toward the king-size bed. Collapsing to lay on her side almost seductively, if not for her yawn she enjoyed the comfy mattress.

“You!” He wagged the dildo at Rose and tapped her nose with it like scolding a dog with a newspaper. “Follow me!”

“To the ends of the Earth, Baroque.” It sounded good but remained to be seen for the both of them. Leading her to the French doors that went out to her observation deck, complete with hot tub and swimming pool the night was serene. Other items like a cardio bike and even an antique telescope like you might find looking out over the water at Lady Liberty in New York reflected from the moon above. It even had a coin entry to use it. Rather than stepping outside Cabot turned with his back to the door facing the foot of the bed. Nodding he pointed at the floor. “You’re our watchdog, Nouveau. On all fours facing the bed. MOVE!”

Without a word, nor a giggle she turned her back to him and complied. Once on her hands and knees he crouched at an angle and gauged a perfect alignment once he attached the suction cup to the glass. Three tries later he felt he had it in a prime position. “Bring it back like a garbage truck.” She in turn shuffled back into his clutches. Spitting on the toy multiple times for lubrication he pried her labia out of the way and fingered her pussy a few times with three digits to juice her up. The crown of the toy teasing her vulva he again said, “BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Back it up.” Feet against the doors sliding threshold she pressed her booty back into the ten-inch monster, letting it seek entry. Gasping at its involvement she closed her eyes and took it to the glass, her butt cheeks leaving prints. “Rules!”

“Yes, Baroque?”

“If this toy leaves your cunt even once and I catch you trying to put it back inside, you are going outside until morning. Swagger here fucks this pet cunt all night long. You can sleep when Mel and I go to work tomorrow until Bryce arrives to train you. Is this understood?”

“Oh, my God! Yes, Baroque!” She adored his brilliance.

“Rule two!” A secondary! “Your eyes never leave me even in the dark. You watch Melanie and I and wish you were in that bed with us. Is this understood?”

“Yes.”

“Get to fucking!” She immediately tried her hand at the sturdy toy within her, her pussy so wet it easily fulfilled her. “Wardell says cum for him.” That alone made Roselyn Albright work it that much faster. Convinced she was safe to leave alone Cabot stood up and patted her on the head. Looking back at Melanie he found that she had repositioned to lay on her belly facing Rose, legs kicking in anticipation at the knee.

“Night, Puppy!” Mel giggled! Rose waited until Cabot had turned away then razzed the girl with her tongue. Mel returned the flavor. This was rather fun watching Cabot be so masterful. Cock blocking her vision Cabot stood in front of Melanie and rolled the tip of his erection over her lips. Playing hard to get she finally opened her mouth and accepted him in. Deeply placed, his seven plus reached the back of her throat. A follow up tilt of her chin downward she did her best in moving even deeper past her former tonsils. Freaky was complimenting his desire. Palming her scalp Cabot Ross fucked her face in the glow of a timid nightlight on a timer. Rose on the floor was privy to seeing his scrotum pelting Melanie’s saliva drenched chin, enjoying her prayer to God gurgles of joyful worship. Magnificent!

Reaching over Melanie’s back he coaxed her ass higher then fingered her, thumb in her asshole, three fingers in her warm wet cunt. The human caterpillar did her best to curl up closer for a much better sensation. It took no time at all to orgasm and cum all over his digits. Not wanting to cum in her mouth Baroque eased away leaving her to spill over her pent-up saliva onto the comforter.

Moving around the bed to crawl in behind Mel, he whipped her over onto her back and slid his arms under her, palming her tight heart shaped ass. Lifting her lower body until Rose could see him effectively, he began eating the girl out. Arching her back and hoisting her upper body over her shoulders, Melanie dropped her head back over the mattress to view the watchful eye of Roselyn. Her persistent whimper as Cabot’s tongue invaded her vulva, his nose burrowing into her burning bush, the girl expressed her facial delight with the guard dog. The shared experience made Rose crazy hot, her gyrations on the dildo increasing to keep her own whining state erotic.

Cabot was so into Melanie in this moment, the girl’s body was incredible. The tattoos alone offered a wonderment that made his ambitions soar. Bringing her to climax she squirted on his face, yet he did not withdrawal, feasting even harder to expand her expectations. Who was this guy? Holy God! A second climax followed two minutes later, her body began to shake so hard she nearly let her astral form rise up, then intangibly sucked it back inside to face reality. Panting heavily, she heard Rose mumble her own version of “Night Puppy.” Even Cabot fought laughter. Reclaiming his hands from beneath her trellis Cabot lowered her body to the bedding then gripped her ankles dragging her to him by her ankles. No more interacting with the pets.

Penetrating Melanie’s dripping cunt he hit her hard for a solid three minutes without any energetic wane. Amazed by his dexterity Mel came on his dick with a forceful surge. Drawing her legs closed he released her ankles but held her legs straight up. A slower round of thrusts she cooed in a dove like state. It only added to its flutter when he began sucking her toes. Ticklish by nature she withheld her verbal acknowledgment and dug her nails into the blanket, drawing it up around her sides. Yet another softer orgasm had her neck craning skyward, eyes white until the purge relented. “Fuck!”

“No!” He returned her plea! “Make love!” Bringing her legs down around his hips he crawled over her, his dick still deeply tantalizing. Kissing her chest warmly, sensuously, nibbling at her heavenly nipple erection he swallowed each multiple times before ending the passion in a kiss.

His hips softly took her brain on a new kind of journey. In most of her sexual encounters, guys just tore her up. Cabot was going for an all-new terrain. Again, who was this guy? No wonder Maria Salazar bragged about him each day. Storming her neck with soft suckles, not intending on Hicky’s for her to explain, he made her cum yet again. “How are you holding out on me?” She whispered until he discovered her lips once more. Melding together as one they kissed for ten minutes straight, her body gyrating in tune with his emotional repertoire. Her legs wrapping his torso to drag him in deeper was just the ticket.

Cabot Ross found release. The explosion within her made her kiss him that much more intimately. Rose was so jealous, she cumming hard multiple times on Wardell’s resurrection. She wanted so very much to be made love to like that again. Rose knew her time would come. She simply needed patience and time to enjoy the purpose of her existence. “Yessssssss!” Good girl!

Toward midnight Cabot exhausted himself. Melanie clinging to his every pore the last fifteen minutes was lured in by his passions, she could not stop kissing on him. Guiding him over onto his back it was her turn to assert in his weakness. While his dick was still a sturdy fellow, she knew it could be revived into the God Rod it should be. That term would be her own nickname for him going forward.

Stretching out over him and guiding her long silky hair out of her face, she sucked his dick tenderly, her taste applied to his was intoxicating. Hunger rising, she expanded her stretching ability to lie flatter and jerked him with a strong grip yet nothing forceful. Suckling his balls, tugging, refueling their intent, she moaned at her enjoyment. She absolutely loved sucking cock. The more the better! Baroque beware!

Cabot sighed at her lovemaking endeavors, not many women showed such determination. In all of his conquests only Momma Margo showed him what true love making was all about. Melanie was definitely someone he wanted to keep around. His only problem was, he adored Maria Salazar, and Grace Goode equally. While he hadn’t fucked Grace yet, he just knew making love to that angel was going to be euphoric. Heavenly even! Tomorrow was going to be a long day. He hoped she wouldn’t change her mind about the job offer.

“Shit!” He heard Rose expel. Peering back at her while his vision was upside down, he found Rose pouting. In her eagerness to cum a fifth time on Swaggy she had drifted to far in hopes for a fierce deep plunge into her. “Forgive me, Baroque. I did not mean to interrupt you.”

Melanie in her nomadic desires hadn’t even heard Rose’s mishap. Crawling up on top of Cabot she slid her welcoming cunt over his rekindled erection and had begun her succulent ride. Leaning over him her breasts on his chest she kissed his neck with such a fevered state she easily came on him again. “Nouveau?” Cabot snapped his fingers. “Take it outside!” Nothing anger induced, merely being direct.

“Yes, Baroque.” Without rising to her feet, she turned and yanked Swaggy from its hold on the glass door. Reaching up she opened the door and a cool gust of air filtered in. It felt delicious on all of their sweaty pores. Even Melanie had to look up seeking its refreshing caress. Cabot however palmed the back of her head and brought her mouth back to his neck. The determined lure began her sweltering kisses all over again.

Watching Rose relocate outside and close the door behind her, Cabot was now alone with Melanie Bush. Leaving the girl to her own ambitions he kept close eye on Rose and saw that she had indeed planted her toy’s suction on the exterior pane. Backing up into it he smiled at just how faithful Roselyn the filthy rich bitch obeyed him. Fucking her toy her juices smeared all up on the glass. Between the inside smudges and the outside, she was becoming hard to see. Her thumps on the door persistent he knew she was not letting him down.

Puckering his lower lip at how well this night was going, he caressed Melanie’s long mane, feeling her praise him in suckling his earlobe. Tender knuckle brushes along her ribs she shivered as she spoke. “We have a problem.”

Lifting his head up to hear her out he thought of Margo Needy starting his period. Surely not? “What’s wrong?”

“You.”

“Meaning?”

“I don’t think I can live out here unless you do this to me every day. I...” In a swift reversal he rolled Melanie over onto her back to peer into her brilliant gaze while she giggled. “ ... had you where I wanted you.”