Chapter 34

I heard the moaning as I entered the stairway. I had a meeting with Doug Wexler, the Fire Chief, about some equipment Martin wanted to donate to the department. It was after lunch before we finished. I had biked over to the fire station where Doug’s office was. When I got back I left the bicycle at the bottom of the stairwell and heard the wailing moan.

As I popped my head above the top of the stairwell I was greeted with a delightful sight. At the far end of the great room I saw a blonde seated naked in one of the chairs arranged in a sitting group. She was naked. The reason for her moans was evidently the compact pregnant naked brunette whose face was buried in her crotch. Emily was kneeling between Stephanie’s legs.

Obviously our architect friend had arrived in town this morning. At the present time Stephanie was pounding on the armrest of the overstuffed chair with her fist while her other hand was entangled in Emily’s hair pulling the girl’s head tighter into her lap.

“Fuuuuuck! Fuuuck! FUCK!” Stephanie screamed her body writhing on the chair.

As I approached that area of the great room neither woman appeared to notice me. Emily was obviously fully engaged with Stephanie’s cunt and the blonde herself was in the midst of a massive orgasm, spraying my pixie girl’s face. As I passed a couch separating the sitting area, I noted a body, no make that a pair of bodies, lying on the floor. Darla’s naked sweat slicked body was curled on the floor her breath panting as her fingers strummed her sex. Her eyes were locked on the pair on the chair. Next to Darla an unconscious redhead still had a silicone double headed dildo planted in her cunt.

When Stephanie’s climax waned Emily’s head popped up like a gopher as she noted my presence.

“Hi Danny. Stephanie’s here,” she said unnecessarily.

The blonde turned her head scanned me in a way I thought only men capable of. Her eyes lingered at my crotch, where my pants were now tented out and then rose to my face.

“Get naked and get that thing over here.”

I pulled off my clothes and in less than a minute was approaching Stephanie’s chair. Emily moved back, using the chair to rise to her feet. Her baby bump already affecting her balance. I could see her face was glazed, her tongue licking her hand, which had been finger banging the blonde.

I moved in to kiss the architect. Her tongue was glad to come out to play and I could taste another woman, though I wasn’t sure which of the others it was. Perhaps all of them.

Then I reached down and captured her ankles and lifted her legs over my shoulder, causing her ass to rise off the chair and spreading her wide open. Reaching down I notched my prick in her slit and slid home.

“Awwwww Fuck!” Stephanie screamed.

Having just come off a large climax it only took a few minutes of my plowing her for the lithe woman to reach another. Her fists continued to pound on the chair’s arms as her body shook beneath my onslaught.

As Stephanie reached her peak I shoved my prick totally into her, burying the head deep inside her. Before I could pull out I felt a tongue rimming my ass and suddenly I was shooting gallons of baby batter into the vibrating blonde. Someone was cupping my nut sack and it responded by emptying itself in a climax that resulted in my vision whiting out around the edges.

I collapsed onto Stephanie, her legs still over my shoulders which resulted in her being practically folded in half.

“Darling,” she panted out. “Not that I don’t love the way you’ve made me feel, but you’re sort of heavy.”

“Sorry,” I said lifting up.

I turned to find Darla kneeling behind me, my balls still in her hand.

She arced her eyebrows and said, “Told you I had tricks you hadn’t seen.”

Ten minutes later the five of us were washing each others bodies in the giant shower in the master bedroom. While a lot of grab-assing and kissing was going on serious sex was not in the offering.

After, Emily and Cheyenne dried each other off and disappeared, while Darla and I made sure every inch of Stephanie was properly dried. Then Darla dragged the blonde over to her vanity to dry and brush the woman’s hair while I watched, developing a renewed hard-on.

We then dragged the architect to our bed, where the pair of us succeeded in ensuring we all needed another shower, Darla and I covered with Stephanie’s spray and both women painted with my cum.

“Fuck. I could get use to this,” the blonde said as my wife and I conspired to dry her off again. She looked at the time on the bathroom display. “Shit, it’s almost dinner time.”

“Stay and eat with us,” Darla said. “Spend the night.”

“I can’t. I’ve got a pod delivery coming early in the morning.”

“Your stuff for the house?” I asked rubbing the towel over a pair of awesome breasts.

“Uh huh.”

“Wait. Where’s Ben?”

“He’s in your nursery. He was asleep when you came in. Emily poked her head in while you were ... occupied ... and said she had him.”

Stephanie and Ben did spend the night. Early the next morning we all headed over to her new building to meet the pod delivery service. A couple of big guys from the service emptied the pod for a surcharge. The three of us helped Stephanie get things as ordered as we could, Emily primarily by watching Ben, while I dragged furniture from one place to another under Darla and Stephanie’s direction.

By late afternoon we kissed her goodbye to finish settling in.

The next week I called Stephanie and asked her to stop by the loft for a formal meeting. We sat around the dining room table.

“The loft in it’s present form is just not working for us,” I said. “I think we’ve discussed that before.”

“Yes,” the blonde architect acknowledged. “You need more bedrooms at the least.”

“We have so much space,” Darla was saying. “But we hardly ever use most of it. We don’t throw lavish parties...”

“Orgies,” Emily interrupted.

“ ... like Tony did. The massive great room is a waste. We’d be just as happy with a reasonably sized living room.”

Stephanie looked pensive. “You know your loft was designed by Stuart Emerson. In its way it is a masterwork. I don’t know about chopping up his design just to create a more ordinary space.”

“Which is why we want you to to do the design,” Darla said. “Someone who respects Emerson’s work.”

“Have you thought about adding to the structure?”

“Adding,” I said. “How? We’re boxed in on all sides. The street to the side, front and back, and the building next door.”
“Which you own. You could always tear it down and extend the lamp factory building.”

Darla shook her head. “That would mean displacing the bakery and evicting the Quad.”

“We’ve already discussed taking space from the workshop. The lack of windows becomes problematic.”

“I don’t want to give up my workshop if it can be avoided,” Emily said.

“So that does mean the only thing to do is to reduce the size of the great room,” Stephanie said resignedly. She looked over into the adjoining great room. Like the kitchen these areas were at the far back of the building, with the great room extending three quarters to the front, where the hall with its two guestrooms on one side and three-quarters and half bath on the other, were capped by the master suite at the front of the building.

On the first floor, the garage, which was right under the master bedroom, was 484 square feet, or twenty feet by twenty feet. Most of the rest of the first floor, excluding the stairwell and its entryway was dedicated to Emily’s workshop, where I also puttered from time to time.

The great room dominated the second floor, larger than all of the other rooms combined. I knew, as Emily had stated, that my uncle, cum father, used the space for large parties which often devolved into orgies, though I’m told not in the last years of his life, when he seemed to have spent more time deflowering local virgins and trying to improve the town.

“Well, if I’m careful to respect the style of the design and use materials and surfaces compatible with what’s already here, I suppose I might just be able to pull it off.”

“How many rooms could we get?” Darla asked.

“I would assume you’d want each guest room to have an en suite like the present ones?”

“Absolutely,” Emily said. “And an office for Darla.”

“I don’t need...”

“Yes you do,” I said. “While I don’t mind sharing with you, my office is more a private office. We need one where you can meet people, maybe even have a small conference table as well as a desk.”

“And a small indoor gym,” Emily said.

“I think that will fit better on the first floor,” I said. “You can do that without taking too much from the workshop, right?”

“Sure. Maybe next to the small bathroom that’s already there. It has a shower right?”

“Yeah,” Emily said, not sure about giving up space.

“Okay,” the architect said. “I’ll pull the plans from the county clerk and get started. I’ve got my office set up already. Give me a week or so.” Then she looked at me. “I’ve been meaning to get out to the firehouse Danny. Think we can do that tomorrow?”

“We should wait until Friday,” I said. “Martin is coming in for the weekend.”

“Really?” I saw lust flash in Stephanie’s eyes.

The doorbell sounded through the loft. I checked the display and saw Martin waiting. Unlocking the door I told him to come up.

“Hi Danny,” Martin said before turning toward the kitchen. I saw his eyes scan down Cheyenne’s form.

The redhead was almost modest in her one piece hot maid’s outfit. It consisted of a black body tight leotard sporting a white apron. I doubt she had underwear beneath it, but it did cover her from neck to crotch, with long sleeves that ended at white cuffs.

“This is our maid and cook Cheyenne.”

“Pleased to meet you Mr. Brown,” the saucy redhead said.

“Mr. Brown is my father, the banker. Please call me Martin.”

“Coffee, Martin?”

“Yes, thank you.”

I led my friend over to one of the great room conversation areas. Deciding which set of furniture to keep was going to be a challenge. Luckily Darla was looking for an interior designer to help with that.

“You should have given me a call when you got to the airport. I would have come and got you.”

“I drove down from New York. I’m going to leave my car. That way when we come down after the wedding it will already be down here.”

“So you will be needing a ride back to the airport?”

“Yeah. I booked a first class ticket back. No sense in using a charter for just me.”

“Darla should be back anytime now. She’s working on some project right now. Won’t tell me what it is. So probably expensive and something that will make us another tens of millions.”

Just then Cheyenne came up with a coffee service. She poured a cup for each of us and placed the tray on the table. Then she withdrew to the hallway to give us privacy. We both watched her ass as she walked away.

“I’ve got to ask...” My friend started.

“Oh yeah,” I answered his half spoken question.

“I she live in?” he asked. Martin had visited before and was familiar with the loft’s layout.

“No. She has a room above the PI. We’re somewhat strapped for bedrooms, as you know. Stephanie is working on that, but for right now one bedroom has been converted into a nursery and the other is our only guest room.”

“If you don’t have room...”

“Nonsense. The guest room is yours. How long are you staying.”

“Just until Sunday.”

“I expect Darla is planning to spend the night with you. Probably tomorrow too.”

My friend looked conflicted.

“Danny. Irena’s not with me. If you rather I didn’t be with Darla, I’d understand.”