"Blood At First Sight"

[Homerun2611]

John had been with this group many times, and for most of that, he had been joined by his long time girlfriend. John was safe, very safe, and usually one by one the others paired off, and a few times when they didn't, John had the distinct sense that the girls had enjoyed each other sans males! John was about to learn females, gorgeous females, or at least these females did not want safe, fortunately for him, John would never be safe again.

John had assumed he was requested, as the time before, to take his mistresses side, a request he would be more than pleased to satisfy. But instead she waved him off, not like "shoo" more as in, enjoy yourself the table is set, and there will be plenty of time for dessert if she was so inclined. The girls seemed to sense it, as one of them yelled that she wanted to dance. However, another, most perceptive sensed that John had been given permission to come out and play. "Don't worry, come with me?"

John wasn't sure, with all the music and everyone so close, exactly who wanted him, but soon realized it was not important, as almost immediately he then heard, "And me" ... "And that makes three!" And just that fast, it was the four of them, and although there were others around, John was encircled and trapped in a most compelling triangle.

Where was Darryl? Typically he was more likely to be the eye of this hurricane, but not tonight. Darryl was having his own epiphony, having been surrounded by two couples, two men, two women, all grinding into him as he kissed one after the other, after the other. Never had he really considered it, but now it seemed shockingly obvious, Darryl was bi, and he was more than willing to have cum one, cum all!

John had no such revelation, he wanted pussy, craved it, more of it the better, his question was more door number one, two, or three? And then he momentarily looked over at Adrienne who was smiling, or four?" It was Claire, the tough, not about to take shit from anyone, who has palm he felt sting him across the face, just as he and the others found drinks, all beers in ice cold bottles with sweat streaming down the sides. John turned his head, startled, only to see a wicked grin on her face. "Thirsty?" She asked. And then with one quick pull she undid the tie on her dress and John watched it splay open, revealing only a thong and a newly remodeled and spectacular body underneath.

He then watched as she turned the bottle of beer over and poured it over the mounds of her firm, full breasts, a riverlet flowing down her cleavage only to be met by John's waiting mouth. As he guzzled and lapped the sudsy brew, he felt Maggie and even Katie pawing at his clothes as the fell away. John could only think as he reveled in the moment, "It ain't a party until someone gets naked!" In this instance that first person, was apparently him!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

With Adrienne on her throne on the dais at the faux-club's far end, it was time for the party to begin. As had happened the previous night of fun, the members of the Coterie -- while still writhing about with each other -- had turned their attention to their Mistress as she sat and was provided a flute of Dom. She sipped slowly, watching her Family, then lifted the tall glass to indicate it was time.

Over the next minute or two, the erotic nature of the crowd exploded: clothes were being shed, hands were groping and caressing, mouths were finding each other or even finding other delicious body parts. As Adrienne sipped at her champagne, the crowed parted again, as if Moses was once again parting the Red Sea. It happened without a wave of a hand or a lifting of a staff to the stormy sky, beginning at the base of her pedestal and slowly extending in a narrow passage down the length of the floor until she could see John, his four friends, and the two dozen or so writhing men and women who were and were not and were again pawing at or kissing on or grinding against or otherwise interacting off and on with Adrienne's special guests.

She had promised John a night of sex he wouldn't forget, but she'd said nothing about that night beginning with her. The feelings of joy and lust rushing through his friends -- and him, too -- had been guaranteed by the feedings eat of them had enjoyed or, in some respect, suffered two nights earlier.

Their need tonight and in the nights to come was assured, and only Adrienne and her people, her Coterie, could fulfill that need for them now.

Each of his friends had been affected by their earlier club experience in a different way, according to their own personalities. Claire was the boldest of the five and the first to approach John, who for obvious reasons was the one of them most affected by the group's new acquaintance with Adrienne. He was like a flame to the moths, and Claire was the first one who was going to get burned.

"Thirsty?" she asked, as she dropped her dress, letting it join the clothing from so many others around her who were now only partially dressed. Claire wore the bottom to one of her bikinis and a tee shirt to which she'd wildly taken a pair of scissors, leaving it barely large enough to contain her previously B-cup sized breasts which now, after her first club experience with the Coterie, would strain the confines of a C-cup bra.

She poured her entire bottle of beer over her bosom, soaking the cotton fabric as if she was the most eager of participants of a Spring Break wet tee shirt contest. The excitement of the night, the chemical changes of the feeding, and the sudden application of chilled brew caused her nipples to hardened and swell under the fabric, nearly to the size of Hershey Kisses which, ironically, they were the color of.

Claire reached a hand up to the back of John's neck and pulled his face to her bosom, commanding him over the booming music, "Quench your thirst, John."

As she ground her lower body into his own, Claire manipulated his head left and right to move his mouth from one mound of firm tit to the other. Then, reaching up, she pushed the tee up and off her breasts, exposing the strained nipples, telling her friend, "Suck'em dry, John. Suck'em dry."

From all around him, John's other friends watched the show with smiles and their own building lusts. Maggie, who hadn't yet shed anything because, essentially, there wasn't much to be shed, caught the attention of Katie, who's skirt was missing and whose blouse was soon to be. Turning her back to her friend, to show off her ever more delicious ass, Maggie called out over the thumping tune, "Help me, will you?"

The natural blonde reached to the not-natural-one and pulled her second-skin dress's shoulder straps down until the faux-rubber outfit was gathered around her waist. Then turning to face John again, she insinuated her way into the dance he was having with Claire, her breasts -- now seemingly firmer, more gravity defying, and also a cup size larger -- leading the way.

Without hesitation, Claire leaned over and seized one of her friend's nipples with her lips, then her teeth. Maggie gave a squeal, then grabbed John's head with both of her hands and moved his mouth to her other exposed tit. She insisted, "My turn."

It was only a moment later that the third woman was part of the mix as well, and a moment later Darryl was pressing up into the group of long time friends, too. They were all writhing together as one, and while each of the men was kissing one or two or even three of his female friends and even the female friends were pressing their mouths together at times, it was obvious that most of the attention was being shown toward John.

And somehow -- could anyone fully understand the mechanics of it? -- John was soon standing stark ass naked amongst his friends, themselves surrounded by a crush of writhing dancers. It was unlikely that he could really say whose hand was groping his ass or rolling about his balls or stroking his now rock hard cock or, at one time, even sucking on it; the music and the lights and the crowd and -- unknown to him -- the Ecstasy-like drugs that had been in the beers he drank from the bottle and from Claire's chest were making the night a fuzzy but delightful event from which details would be difficult to recall.

And then it happened, as it had happened the previous party night: fangs were bared and flesh was penetrated...

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Like the night John met Adrienne, the five friends awoke almost simultaneously in the massive bed in the penthouse suite lit by hundreds of variously sized and displayed candles. Each of the friends found themselves in a differing degree of nakedness: Katie was still in her bra and panties; Claire was in her bikini bottom and while her cropped and chopped tee was still over her shoulders, it had been ripped apart in front to expose her wondrous tits; Maggie was laying there entirely in the buff, her dress and the tiny thong that had been her only other garment now absent; and both John and Darryl were as naked as the third woman, though, the latter was still wearing his favorite pair of socks.

They were all looking between one another, with each of them thinking their own thoughts about how this seemed to be happening again. Claire, who had been the most panicked of the five two nights ago, wasn't panicking at all this time, though. Somehow, she felt reassured that this was right somehow.

And without hesitation, she moved closer to John, pressed a soft but erotic kiss to his lips ... then lowered her head to his groin and took his cock into her mouth.

 

[Homerun2611]

John didn’t think anything of grabbing and drinking his beer, nor the beer that flowed down Claire’s breasts and abs. The group that only two days ago had awoken horrified at the potential of shared intimacy, had now done a 180 and were aggressively pursuing such! John was all in, drinking from Calire’s breasts, only to suck and bite, bite hard, her nipples. It was even John who lateral, after having shared Maggie’s breasts, with Katie, had turned and ripped Cliar’s top open, “Tits like that, should always be accessible to me, understand!” Never would John have made a comment like that to any of them, particularly Claire whose likely reaction would have been a quick, accurate kick in the balls!

However, not this time, perhaps not any more, instead it was soft and shockingly submissive, “Yes Sir, would Sir like more of them now?” He did, those adn more, John was now completely naked, and while he wan’t positive that it was Katie’s whose hand was now gripping his cock, he was much more confident that it was into Maggie’s mouth she was feeding it.

In their buzzed and somewhat anaesthetized state, when the transformations began, and the fangs came out, they did not black out, and although the pain was just as intense, they all, other than John, also experienced the same incredible orgasm John had enjoyed as Adrienne fed. The reason John did not was simple, as the first set of fangs bit into his flesh, a sharp slap was delivered by one of the MIB to the offending biter. “Mistress is feeding from him and fed last night, he should be preserved.

So, although John did let a few nibble and play his blood was not sucked, and so, he instead watched his friends, how they spread themselves out, encouraging all takers and then how their bodies trembled and shook as the pain transformed to pleasure, and deep climaxes were reached. The drugs however were different, so John, same as the others did not know how they had ended up back in that same room, but also, he like all the others did not object.

They each took inventory of each other, and it was not surprising when when it was Claire who started, “I hope Sir enjoys this…” As her wet lips pressed against his, and their tongues danced, before she moved down his body to hake his now, nearly foot long cock into her mouth with the ease of the tootsie pops she enjoyed so much as a dirty little secret. John ran his finger through her thick hair, “Mmmm, good girl….” And then he reached over and kissed Maggie, as Darryl slipped down between her legs, and John moved on, and reaching for Kristie’s hand, pulled her up and over.

He arched his back, to turn so he could pull Kristie’s panties down over her hips. “You are the only one I have not tasted, I need to taste your sex!” She giggled, even blushed, but as he slipped off her panties she undid her bra. And as Kristie moved into position to straddle and ride his face, his eyes met Maggie’s as if she felt the third wheel. “Don’t worry, you, we will be the first to fuck…”. And then John looked down at Claire, “…and then you…..’. And now as Kristie was in position just before his now very long tongue hardened to slip deep inside of her, he winke. “And last it will be you!”

The next four hours he did exactly as he had promised, Darryl took sloppy seconds, but equally enjoyable. What Adrienne had promises was already coming true, he was fucking longer, harder, and having more and more robust orgasm than he had ever felt, than any of them had ever felt, and this was only day three. He had no idea when the last of them fell asleep….

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

As the orgy of good friends deepened, Adrienne appeared in the room, emerging from the shadows to stand just feet from the bed without any of the five seeing her. She was there, right there, but as if a ghost, they just didn't see her. She watched as John partook of each of the others and each of the others partook of him; at one point, whether he knew it or not through his bliss, John's cock was even deep inside Darryl's throat, exploding to share his jizz with the him as it had the hers.

Despite so much taking place between so many, Adrienne's attention remained always upon John. And when the others had shared themselves sufficiently enough with each of the others, Adrienne slipped out of the long, lavish robe that was her only garment and moved in to bring an end to the night.

It was only now that her presence in the room came to be known, as she crawled naked onto the bed and slipped into the writhing bodies. Each of John's friends kissed and licked and caressed and groped and fingered her, just as they had been each other for almost 6 hours.

But Adrienne wasn't there specifically for such pleasure, even though it did come to her. No, she was there to feed. One friend after another, she sunk her fangs into them, drinking a pint or so from necks, breasts, upper arms, inner thighs. And as she did, each of the friends passed out, their personal memory of Adrienne's presence fading.

It would be only John who would remember this night in its entirety. After the others had passed out about the periphery of the massive bed, Adrienne moved to straddle his groin, stroking his cock and then sitting upon it. Taking it in wasn't a quick act, as he was longer and thicker than he'd ever been and she hadn't had a man inside her for quite some time.

Once deep in her pussy, though, John drove Adrienne to heights of pleasure she hadn't experienced in far too long, even with a Coterie of dozens ever willing to do anything and everything for her simply with a knowing glance from her. They fucked until dawn was threatening at the windows with there open shades, at which time Adrienne -- who'd come perhaps a dozen times, screaming toward the ceiling with every great explosion of ecstasy -- allowed John's cock to pulse and tremble and empty inside of her.

The greatest orgasm of the man's life filled him with the euphoria Adrienne had promised her. And then, he like the others were out.

When he awoke in the early afternoon, still surrounded by his sleeping, naked friends, John would find Genevieve standing dutifully by, smiling politely as she asked, "Would sir like a bath? I have a warm one drawn in the next room."

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

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[Homerun2611]

John had found himself in an interesting role, the closest metaphor might have been five jazz musicians who had never played together before, suddenly finding themselves in a free form jam, and quickly realizing together, they had never made such amazing music, individually or collectively. Come one, come all, and they did, cumming and cumming and cumming. Not all riffs were as good or as sweet as others, specifically the sharing between he and Darryl was not one he wanted to repeat, but he had done it, even cum and cum hard, but it was the women that fed his fire, took him places he had never been but wanted to revisit and take even higher.

Perhaps they might even find another male, or male and female for Darryl and others to explore some of their desires. Claire, near the end had even seemed to be suggesting that Darryl and John both enjoy her, that her sexy abode had both a front door and back door to be enjoyed, but they had finally been too spent, but a mental note was taken by all. For their next foray, as John hoped there would be more, many more, the more the merrier, and they just might test the capacity of this fuck and suck bed that seemed to grow as needed to fit and entertain its occupants.

While John's fantasy girl had been Katie, and she did not disappoint, Claire and Maggie had clearly proven they would not be relegated to anything less than star treatment and as they progressed it seemed like each of the five in any combo took the inspiration from the others to take their own performances and willingness to experiment to new heights.

The party seemed to be at its zenith, or so John thought, when Adrienne joined. And while the others were suddenly in bit of a fuzzy blur, John was crystal clear. The sexual escapades between them did not stop as Adrienne began to feed, but slowly, one by one, as she finished they would curl up, their night ended, their bodies starting the healing and rebuilding of critical platelet stores for the next time they would be called upon.

John had Katie on all fours, slamming her tight, dripping cunt, with his massive member as she howled like a wolf at bay, beneath them, on her back, Katie was leaning up, digging her nails in John's ass, as she used her talented tongue to tease everywhere from John's balls to Katie's clit and everywhere in between, licking their arousal and eventually drinking of their cum! But as this was happening, John was watching Adrienne start with Darry, her fangs baring and then digging into his massive shoulders. Three things were obvious from the beginning. 1. Adrienne was a magnificent, unparrallelled sexual, BEAST! 2. Darryl was in excruciating pain 3. He was loving every second of it, as never had pain and pleasure been so expertly delivered, and never had he experienced and orgasm or total body experience this incredible or intense.

As she finished one, then the next, he watched each of his friends slip off into the sweetest type of bliss, so never did he worry, if anything he felt a bit jealous, other than, he knew HE was her man, and his time to feed her would come again, two weeks in fact. Of course blood was only one way he could feed his cold blooded and ravenous lover/mistress, only one key bodily fluid, and he smiled as she cast the last one aside and mounted him, preparing for him to ultimately deliver his sack full of the other!

He watched his big, black cock be swallowed inch by inch by her soft pink ginger opening. She squeezed and inhaled him as he fit so perfectly into his Mistress' wanting sex. From there it was a decathalon of decadence and debauchery, position after position of intertwined bodies and orifice exploration and enjoyment. Missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse, scissors, wheelbarrow and then, and only then did things really start to get creative. Adrienne was a tour de force sexually, but John was proud of the way he hung, and she seemed please with how well he was hung, as they ran through their own version of the kama sutra. Again, this was only their first real session and John would learn, over time, that Adrienne only got better, somehow redefining perfection each time she let him between her legs.

"God I love fucking you...with others, alone, just let me please you mistress...I live for your pleasure!" It was his parting statement as they shared a final, deep, yet tender kiss, after having pushed their bodies to extremes. He had stayed hard for hours, marvelling and enjoying as watching, feeling Adrienne cum was simply an 8th wonder of the world. And now, with this new found, super human endurance, when he came, oh God, how he came, driving, pulsing, firing, recoiling and firing again for several minutes, not seconds, minutes as he filled the bounty of his mistress with his human seed.

When he awoke, his head was resting on Maggies's naked ass, the bodies of the five intertwined like some X-rated version of Twister. Those four still needed time to recover, as their bodies slowly refilled their red lifeblood. Then he saw Genevieve's beautiful form and sweet smile waiting for him. "Would sir like a bath? I have a warm one drawn in the next room." He nodded, as he peeled various arms and legs off of him. "Yes, that would be wonderful!" Genevieve was wearing just a simple, short, cotton gown, held on by a single tie around her neck. "Easy off?" John commented, pleased and looking forward to another interactive session. How possibly was he wanting again? But he was.

"A bath and a nice cock sucking perhaps, something slow and comforting?" He spoke like it was a back rub, but she simply purred and led him away. "My friends, will they?" He asked. "They will be dressed and taken home Sir." John nodded, wondering if they might also get some sort of bath, not necessarily a dedicated assistant like Genevieve, but who knew.

"When they are taken home, please see if they might meet me for dinner, I think we need to talk? However, I probably need to speak with Mistress Adrienne first, I should understand any plans she may already have for them." John stepped into the tub and turned to watch Genevieve strip in front of him, she did it nice and slow, putting on a little display solely for his enjoyment before stepping into the tub with her sponge and kneeling down between his spread legs and once again hard cock!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Back in the bed where so many orgasms had been enjoyed the night before, the four friends awoke within seconds of one another, the movements of the first alerting and returning to consciousness the others. The most obvious emotion between them was embarrassment, with some of them using the bedding or their own hands to hide their features.

Over the next minutes, each would rise to dress for departure. Meanwhile, they quizzed each other about just what had happened between them during the previous handful of hours. They each remembered having sex; they each remembered having sex with each other, and that meant each other, as in each and every one of the other, regardless of gender; and -- strangely unexplainable -- they each very consciously remembered wanting to please their black sheep friend, John, to their best of their abilities.

"I sucked his cock," Darryl murmured. When the three women looked to him with questioning expressions, he detailed after glancing to Katie, "While you were sucking my cock ... which, by the way, was incredible..."

He then looked to then to Claire continuing, "...and while you were sitting on John's face ... I reached up between his thighs, grabbed his ass ... and I pulled him to me and sucked his cock. I've ... I've never done that before. I ... I don't know why I did it. I just ... there was ... I dunno, I can't explain it ... there was a drive to do it ... to please John."

To please John suddenly became the focus of the conversation: each of them spoke about a need to please their friend. The conversation began to get weird, and some embarrassed laughter was enjoyed as the last of the clothing that somehow had made it from the club to this room was donned.

They all four nearly jumped out of their skin as one of the MIBs stepped from the shadows to report, "Your car is waiting."

A round of embarrassed laughter ended the morning, as they left the room, left the building, and over the minutes to come left the SUV without another word spoken. Each was handed a business card with only a phone number on it as they exited the car at their own home, with the MIB telling them, "When you get a call from this number, answer it and do as told."

Each of them had their own reaction, from Okay to Who is this and why should I or would I do that or variations between.

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Back in his apartment on the 18th floor, an untold number of floors below the big bed room, John had had his body scrubbed intimately from head to toe by Genevieve, who then rinsed him and asked him to sit on the tub's wide edge. The surface was warm, the result of an internal heating element, keeping his ass warm as the servant slid up between his parted knees and took his cock into her mouth.

As skillfully and dutifully as she had before, Genevieve took the whole of John's cock deep into her mouth and throat slowly and consistently until he finally told her he wanted to cum. A bit more speed with tighter lips and the kneading of his sack had his cock spitting his ball's contents into her mouth, a volume of which -- even after the previous night of multiple orgasms -- required her to swallow twice.

She was his shaft again, gripping and squeezing out the last drops so he wouldn't muss his sheets after Genevieve dried him and escorted him to his bed. She slipped in with him, kissing and caressing him until he drifted off to sleep. She would remain there, in his arms, until he was fully unconscious, before she would rise, dress, and go about her other duties in his new home.

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When John awoke after dark had once again arrived, his new apartment was silent and still. There was just enough lighting from recessed fixtures to allow him to walk about safely, where he would soon discover that everything from his previous home was now here on the 18th, put out or away in a fashion similar to how it had been in the previous location. It was as if he'd made a normal, everyday move from one home to another, with the only obvious change being that this home had all the furnishings and features of a luxury condominium, from the much larger and better appointed rooms to the balcony that looked out over the city to the sexy maid who was standing in the dining room with a lavish dinner already on the table.

"Would sir like to shower before dinner?" she asked in her normal, dedicated tone. She gestured toward the living room, where the installation of a brand new and thoroughly amazing entertainment center had been completed while he was unconscious. It made his former apartment's gear look like a 1970s transistor radio, and Genevieve told him, "I recorded several of the professional, college, and international sporting events that Mistress Adrienne suggested might interest you, for your entertainment this evening.

"Mistress Adrienne regrets to inform you that she is unavailable until at least tomorrow," Genevieve continued as she went to the huge kitchen to don mitts and retrieve a roast from the oven, which she took to the island and began cutting with obvious carving skill. "Your friends have been invited to and have each accepted to attend brunch on Thursday ... that's the day after tomorrow."

She smiled and giggled softly, wondering whether or not John even realized that today was Tuesday. It wasn't uncommon during the grooming period of Adrienne's new companion man or woman to lose track of the days. John's adventure had begun Friday night, and he very likely thought it was still Sunday as the long sleeps he'd twice partaken of had actually been 36 hours long, not the 12 he'd thought them to be.

 

[Homerun2611]

As John felt Genevieve run her hands with the sponge that made his entire body tingle, or perhaps, even more likely it was the combination of that and the lovely naked girl tenderly and alluringly tending to his care. He thought back on the night before, each one of the interactions and couplings. How Darryl had seemed insatiable in the need to have John ejaculate into his mouth, and how he had complied, all of the various couplings, perhaps the ultimate being the double penetration of Maggie, where she had almost commanded as she mounted Darryl, for John to similarly take her ass. How unique and thrilling it had felt to feel the toned and gorgeous Maggie taking both of their cocks, and to even feel each other through the thin membrane that separated them.

The night had been magnificent, but John did not feel or sense that any of them wanted it to be a singular event, that other nights in all sorts of combos would play out again, and there were many things, he didn't even know what they might be, that he was going to experience. However, by far, the most interesting was how each of his partners/friends had revelled in the feeding! And how when she had finished, blood still dripping ever so slightly as her fangs reduced back into her mouth, the intensity, duration and magnificence with which had and Adrienne had fucked, and fucked and fucked!

When Genevieve guided him up to the ledge and slid down between his legs, he had lifted his cock up for her, like a gentleman, opening a door do ease the way for his lady. It was almost assumed it would now be part of their routine, a relaxing bath and a soothing, which transioned to exhilarating, sucking of his big and seemingly constantly needy and wanting cock! "Mmmm, oh yess, oh Gawddd yes, Genevieve, that is so good.... thank you... yes....oh yesss, suck my big cock!" She seemed to like hearing how much she was pleasing him, and she was, oh FUCK, she was!

Having cum, sated, he had curled and held her in his arms, as she seemed to be the willing tool, and perfect vice for whatever he needed. He had no idea how long he slept, or what had transpired while he was asleep, but he felt amazing when he awoke, as his body seemed to continue its evolution. He realized he was in a new location, but he was also home, the few things he really cared about were now either out or put away for him, but there wasn't much as for the most part, anything he had had, was no replaced by things so much nicer, high end furniture, designer clothes, it was amazing.

He saw Genevieve, and smiled, "All mine?" She simply curtsied and smiled, "Of course Sir, like me, courtesy of Mistress Adrienne!" Ah yes, his gorgeous, vampire lover, and where was she? Not as if he expected her there for him, but never knowing what she might have planned. "Mistress Adrienne regrets to inform you that she is unavailable until at least tomorrow," Genevieve continued as she went to the huge kitchen to don mitts and retrieve a roast from the oven, which she took to the island and began cutting with obvious carving skill. "Your friends have been invited to and have each accepted to attend brunch on Thursday ... that's the day after tomorrow."[/I

"Today's Tuesday?" That didn't seem right, but John did not think much about it, nor did he deduce he had actually been asleep for 36 hours, all he knew was he felt great. He would later find out that each of his friends had similarly recuperated, and yet somehow their had been no repercussions at work, where each of them instead learned they had earned major promotions.

John looked again around the apartment, "No, I feel fine, unless you think I should shower before dinner, or we should?" John remembered how before he had also cleansed Genevieve, and would happily do again. "I will say I am starving, and that smells delicious." She was perfect and he found his mouth was watering both at the sight of the roast and the woman carving it. "Genevieve, I have a question, I know you said I was not supposed to focus on pleasuring you? But if your job is pleasing me, which by the way, you are spectacularly good at, what are some of the different ways, I am allowed to enjoy you?" He let his eyes scan up and down her lithe, but beautiful frame, her slender hips, her pert breasts, all complemented by her smallish uniform.

As John sat down to eat, the first of his friends, Katie, sent him a text. "I'm looking forward to Thursday, but was thinking, maybe we could connect before then, I really enjoyed last night!" Hmmm, John thought, that was a first, in fact John wasn't even sure Katie had his number, which apparently she did. "Sure, last night was great...." Even though technically it had been the night before as they had slept through one 24 hour cycle completely, "...I am around, would you like to come over..." And then John realized he didn't know his own address, but luckily Genevieve gave him the answers he needed. "...just let me know, or feel free to drop by."

Subsequently he would talk to all of them, speaking with Maggie and Darryl. He had asked Maggie how she felt? "Fan-fucking-tastic, don't you. I mean seriously, that was a rush, and I'm not even sore!" Which John took to mean her reference back to their DP. Each of them hinted or asked for the ability to meet potentially one on one, and to each John said yes. However, with Darryl, he made sure to put his voice in a deeper, manly tone, "Maybe we could shoot some pool or have a beer and watch a game?" He was not entirely comfortable, actually not comfortable at all, with his man on man interaction and didn't want to lead his friend on, just in case he was thinking that is where they would go.

He had also seen the spectacular game room in his new apartment, it had a 9 foot gorgeous pool table, with an antique Tiffany lamp lighting it. But there were other things, a table shuffle board, a dart board, a pinball machine, and then three items, that John had never seen before in person, but he knew were used for BDSM, complete with leather straps and ties for one partner to constrain the other, as well as a small stand containing riding crops, feathers, and other assorted, toys!

He would ask Genevieve about those later, but right now he was starved and badly needed iron!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"I will say I am starving, and that smells delicious."

Genevieve smiled and nodded her head to John in thanks for the compliment. Knowing he would understand to which other thing she was referring, the personal maid said, "I am good at many things, cooking only being one of them."

"Genevieve, I have a question," he asked as he sat down and she made a plate for him. "I know you said I was not supposed to focus on pleasuring you ... what are some of the different ways, I am allowed to enjoy you?"

She didn't immediately respond to his inquiry, instead returning to the kitchen to spoon out some vegetables into a bowl and retrieve the still steaming rolls. Once back at the table, she explained rather bluntly, "I am a virgin, sir."

She saw his reaction and added, "And I must remain a virgin, sir. I, like you, have a dedicated purpose for our Mistress. My purpose requires that not only do I remain inviolate..."

Genevieve presumed that John understood that to mean he couldn't put his cock into her pussy. She went on, "...but that I never experience the euphoria of orgasm with any person other than my Mistress."

She didn't clarify whether or not she already had experienced the euphoria of orgasm with Adrienne yet before John's phone began a series of dings and rings as his friends all seemed to contact him one after another over the next hour or so.

Genevieve was, of course, very aware of all that had happened between the five friends: she was John's servant and needed to know everything about him, so she'd been sitting in a chair against the wall in the deepest darkness of the bedroom during the full encounter, silently watching the interactions between John and his friends, including what had happened between him and his male friend.

As she continued to tend to him during his mix of dinner, texts, and calls, Genevieve overheard the conversation with Darryl. John was uncomfortable, maybe even embarrassed. He glanced at the made with a nervous expression, one that might have been even more deeply felt if he'd understood that she had watched ever moment of what had happened between the two men.

When John concluded his call with Darryl, Genevieve said with an obvious knowledge of the situation, "You and your friend should not be embarrassed or ashamed of what took place between you, sir. It was nothing you nor ... his name is Darryl, yes? It was nothing you nor Darryl could have prevented at the time. It is just the way it is, sir. If you speak to Mistress Genevieve on the subject, she will tend to the issue."

She meant, of course, that Darryl simply would not be included in the orgy of friends in the future. She certainly didn't mean that Darryl would be eliminated in a more harsh way ... although, in the past, that had been a solution to such issues, too.

 

[Homerun2611]

Now John understood, and as he ate his delicious meal he thought about all she had said. "How did you meet Adrienne and ... uh, what made you agree to such an arrangement?" Of course he had agreed to different but not completely dissimilar conditions, but he was allowed, hell, encouraged to take on lovers. He also suddenly felt a bit guilty.

"Genevieve, do you enjoy, I mean, are you okay with what you do to me? I hate to think of it as an obligation?" He waited and listened to her answer. He thanked her over and over for the dinner and all she was doing and then said, "Perhaps we can have some fun? Not sexually necessarily, although he did hope that later after they were done, she would again slip into bed with him as he fell asleep? Fell asleep, after a nice long and toes curling, sucking of his enormous cock and draining of his balls! "Can we watch something together, maybe curl up to a fire and enjoy something? What would you like to watch?"

During the show, John did get a few texts, and he arranged to have breakfast with Caire and then meet Darryl for a beer and a long conversation. He would have made plans with Maggie and Katie, perhaps together, but wanted to make sure he left plenty of time open, just in case his Mistress needed him, and he hoped she did! He also needed to discuss the Darryl situation with Adrienne, he had been relieved to hear Genevieve's words, but it was not a situation he, nor he felt his friend wanted to repeat.

As they lay there together, enjoying the entertainment, John had an idea, "Genevieve, if I would have a guest over, one of my friends, Maggie, Claire or Katie, for instance, would you service us both?" He even wiggled a bit as he said it, and Genevieve likely knew, even asking, had made her Sir, nice and hard!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"How did you meet Adrienne and ... uh, what made you agree to such an arrangement?"

Genevieve diverted her eyes for a moment, caught off guard by the question. She'd been servant to three of Adrienne's companions in the past -- two male, one female -- and not one of them had ever asked this of her.

"I was ... um, what is English word for Soigné ... préparé...? Groomed?" she asked looking back to John, her French accent seeming to become more obvious as she employed some words of that language. "Yes, I was groomed for this position, from youth ... young age."

She blushed, clarifying as she waggled a finger toward his groin, "Not for this ... for sex. I was groomed ... dressé ... trained for service, personal service ... cooking, cleaning, other such ... from time when little girl. Only when reach age of consent do I do that..."

Again, she waggled an extended finger in the direction of John's cock, giggling as she once again blushed. I ... prendre des dispositions, make arrangement with Mistress for she give me wonderful life here with her."

Her lips spread in a shy smile as she added, "Wonderful life here with you, sir."

He asked, "Genevieve, do you enjoy, I mean, are you okay with what you do to me? I hate to think of it as an obligation?"

"Oh, sir, I very happy be in service to you," she said with a sincere tone as she moved to John, leaned over, and kissed him softly yet passionately on the lips. She pulled back, licked her lips, and said, "Steak taste good, yes?"

After he'd finished eating, they both changed into more comfortable, lounging-about clothes and found a place in each other's arms at one end of the massive couch. They watched one of the NFL games she'd recorded for him, with Genevieve peppering him with all sorts of rookie questions: "Why does Zebra man throw a yellow handkerchief"; "Why can use hands to touch ball?"; "What they say when make friend circle?"; "Where is net for kicking ball?"; and other such inquiries from a young woman obviously raised on a much different version of football.

They started watching an old black and white French language movie after that, turning the volume down because it was more or less just background to the conversation they were having as they kissed and caressed and cuddled. John dealt with some calls and texts, too, following up with an interesting question:

"Genevieve, if I would have a guest over, one of my friends, Maggie, Claire or Katie, for instance, would you service us both?"

She giggled and blushed yet again, then answered, "I would do anything sir wants me to do."

With that, she gave him another passionate kiss, then pulled his cock out and sucked and licked and kissed and fondled it and its accompanying gonads gently but for well over an hour until, just as the movie's end credits began to roll, she finally pushed him over the breaking point and he filled her mouth with an enormous quantity of his jizz.

 

[Homerun2611]

Genevieve truly was perfection, as service was redefined by her gentle touch, tender care, and talented tongue! That Adrienne had found her and somehow groomed her was a testament to his mistresses taste, and her loyalty a testament to her treatment. What he didn't ask, for it was not really his business was how often their mistress did delight the young and beautiful Genevieve, however the fact she described it as, "the euphoria of orgasm" made John smile and realize, when it happened, as always, climaxing with Mistress Adrienne was an earth shattering experience.

John loved having her in his arms, she was the perfect date, fun and playful as he explained the roles and choreography of professional football, and how she giggled and responded to his statements. And then to hear her speak French was almost orgasm inducing in itself. And finally, as the night wound down, John enjoyed nearly an hour of cock worship, that both relaxed and exhilerated every muscle and nerve in his body. When he came, he was producing even more jizz, with each climax, but in she took it only to smile, dab her lips, and share a brief but erotic snowball at the end.

They didn't say a word other than, "Thank you, you are perfection!" And then he took her by the hand to go to his bed, where she stripped him, stripped herself so he could watch, and then after he laid down, as if she knew exactly how he would want her, she slipped into bed, resting her soft hair and sweet face on his chest, cradled in his arm, with one leg draped over his, her breast and nipples tickling his chest as she breathed, and her hand slowly panning down his body with the sweetest little tickles before coming to rest on his cock, delicately putting her soft hand over, as if protecting her Sir for the night.

In the morning he awoke to the buzzing of his door and Genevieve dressed in her uniform, at his side. "Sir, I believe Miss Claire is here for breakfast?" "SHIT!...Uh....please ring her in and I will..." John hopped up and found a pair of silk pajama bottoms and a robe that Genevieve had laid out, and a pair of very nice slippers. It was as if he were a young Hugh Hefner, and so, as he walked out to his gorgeously appointed entry, he saw Claire who seemed to be looking everywhere, from the fine art, the designer furniture, to Genevieve, to himself.

"I'm so sorry, I think I overslept, but it is so good to see you...would you like to see my place?" He saw as she again looked at Genevieve, and then at him, as he was a pull of two simple ties, one on his silk, and terry lined robe, one from the draw string of his pants, from being naked and then at Genevieve. "Genevieve this is Claire, Claire, Genevieve, she is my personal servant and will make us breakfast, whatever you'd like... she is really amazing, and will take care of anything and I do mean anything, you may want?"

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

(OOC: Claire, just for reference. She is dressed below, obviously.)

Earlier, downstairs in the building's lobby:

"If you don't mind, Miss," the front desk guard said politely, reaching a hand out toward Claire. He explained, "Security reasons. I hope you understand."

She did understand, though, she didn't much appreciate it. She handed over her purse to the male guard, then held her arms out wide when the female guard stepped up with a wand. The woman ran it close to Claire's wardrobe of the day, a tight fitting blouse emphasized her C-cup bosom in its uplifting brassiere and a pair of tight fitting, stretch, denim jeans that hugged her ass and legs like a second skin.

"We apologize for any inconvenience, Miss," the woman said, expanding on her partner's words, "but in these times..."

She didn't continue her explanation, instead simply finishing the scan and then escorting Claire to the elevator. She rode up with the guest to the 18th floor, inviting Claire as she exited to, "Have a nice day."

Even though she hadn't recognized the address John had texted to her the day before, Claire had recognized the building, of course. It was where she had twice awoken naked after what could only have been called a night of debauchery.

She had a lot of questions for what had happened to her and to her other friends, including John. Claire hoped that she was going to find those answers here this morning.

Once inside John's condominium, though, she found that she only had more questions! The apartment's foyer alone was bigger than her own studio apartment on the other side of town. And while she recognized some of the items within as having come from John's other place, there was art and furniture and whatnot that she knew he couldn't afford on his own and couldn't have afforded even when he was still working.

"I'm so sorry, I think I overslept," he said as he approached her finally, "but it is so good to see you...would you like to see my place?"

Claire looked John up and down, and just as he'd been thinking himself, she literally asked, "Who are you supposed to be ... Hef'?"

She gave John's servant -- literally a French maid -- an up and down survey, shaking her head lightly.

John caught the look and introduce, "Genevieve this is Claire, Claire, Genevieve--"

Genevieve gave Claire a polite curtsey and a smile. The gesture was enough to maintain Claire's curious gaze, and a moment later, as Genevieve gave the beautiful, dark skinned woman's body a conspicuous up and down ogle, a chill ran up the guest's spine that caused her skin to explode in goose flesh and her nipples to harden.

John was still talking, explaining about Genevieve, "She is my personal servant and will make us breakfast, whatever you'd like... she is really amazing, and will take care of anything and I do mean anything, you may want?"

The servant repeated her curtsey, told the pair that she would retrieve coffees for them both, and departed. Claire's gaze fell to the other woman's tight ass, even though she hadn't meant to stare at it. Then, turning to her friend, she asked bluntly, "Are you hittin' that?"

Claire wasn't really expecting an answer, and to be honest, she didn't care, so whether John answered or not she immediately launched into her Q&A: "John, what the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on with you ... with us? There's something just ... just not quite right going on here."

 

[Homerun2611]

John was still his old self in many ways, so when she asked who he thought he was? He again blushed, even though Claire would not be able to tell. “Actually, his life and mine recently, seem to have some parallels, but no, and I’m sorry, would you like me to change?” John actually looked damned good, his muscular chest revealed though the robe’s opening, his large and easily hardened cock, only a pull string away from access.

Claire was dressed a bit more sexy than normal too, in painted on jeans, and a tight blouse that showcased both her thin waist and gorgeous, full tits. John couldn’t but hope that this was not a coincidence and that Claire, like he, no found her libido virtually insatiable. He watched her as she took it all in, and if she wanted him to change, whether it be into something conservative or naked, he was more than willing to oblige. She seemed to be on a bit of a mission of her own, and while John had been able to ask several questions of both Genevieve and, obviously, Mistress Adrienne, he still had many unanswered questions himself.

John introduced Genevieve, and he saw Claires scan of his lovely assistant. If he was not mistaken, as Claire looked back and forth between he and Genevieve, her nipples began to display themselves through her tight blouse. Finally, John had to chuckle as Claire, as only Claire could, asked, “Are you hittin that?” It was interesting how much his life had changed, the fact he now had Genevieve, and the mere idea he might enjoy her sexually, “No… well, not exactly, not in the way that I think you are thinking, but she is very good at making sure I am completely taken care of.” He didn’t really plan to go farther, the face Genevieve was a virgin was hers and Adrienne’s business, and the fact that she gave head willingly and exceptionally was his, unless of course Claire also was interested in enjoying Genevieve’s oral skills?

John wasn’t really sure if Claire had listened or cared about what he had to say, as she turned and made her real query, “John, what the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on with you … with us? There’s something just … just not quite right going on here.” The last statement more a summation than a question, but John understood. He wasn’t really sure how much he might be able to clear things up, but he would ask Genevieve to stay and correct of fill things in for him where she could. He know one thing, he would not describe Adrienne as a vampire until he was specifically allowed to do so, but otherwise he would be honest.

He reached out to take Claire’s hand and take her into his gorgeous living room overlooking the city below. It was not Adrienne’s view which was on a much higher floor, but it was still quite spectacular and also overlooked the water. When they had sat down, John found his robe opened giving a food view of his now sculpted chest, and the way his silk pajama bottoms laid, she could easily make out the outline of his massive, though largely flaccid at the moment, cock!

He had kept hold of her hand and leaned in a touch, so he could look directly into her eyes. “Let me ask you a question first? Have you ever felt better, more liberated, you body more beautiful, a greater desire for sex?” He didn’t expect her to answer, but wanted to give her the context for what came next. “All of that started with our first party, the first dance and the first …. Feeding! …. Some of those dancers, and others, some with whom you had sex … I guess … no I pretty much know now … the bit a bit into us… and even tasted our blood “ He knew this was startling, “… but not enough to hurt us and instead it has the opposite effect, we become more beautiful, more sexual, more acutely intelligent … Just better!”

He kept holding her hand with one hand, but tickled a finger up her arm with the other. “I know some of the sex has been a bit crazy, I am talking to Darryl later today, that … I don’t really want him to suck my cock again…”. She seemed to smile at that memory, “but overall, Jesus Claire, I have never enjoyed anything this much and I am not stopping. I am going to work for Miss…”. He was very deliberate not to say Mistress, “…. Adrienne. We have not talked about my exact responsibilities, but I will be doing investments like I always wanted. This place ….”

He waved his hand to signify everything, the condo, the furnishings, he didn’t even include the wardrobe, or explicitly bring up Genevieve again, although that was obvious, “…. Are all perks of the job!” He felt compelled to speak of his relationship with Adrienne a bit, “She and I have become lovers, but not monogamous, she has encouraged me to enjoy my friends, and them to enjoy each other….”

As John ran his hand up Claire’s arm, he could feel the electricity it invoked and he was again becoming turned on, which was obvious to see simply by looking down. “…one thing I am sure of, is if you or any of you are uncomfortable you don’t have to continue, I think you would pretty quickly morph back to your old selves. I’m not really sure exactly.” John looked over to Genevieve to see if she might know more … “my guess is you might not even know what happened, but I probably wouldn’t be in your life anymore like I was, nor maybe the others, not really sure.”

He knew, even as little as he said was a lot to take in, “I have invited you all over tomorrow to talk, I am hoping Adrienne joins us, but again, I’m not sure …. “ He thought he should change the conversation, “Are you hungry, we could eat first….” Ooops, he didn’t really mean first, sort of like first, before I fuck your brains out, but maybe it was first, before we dive deeper into this. “Genevieve, would you mind pulling something together…” John looked back at Claire, he wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but could anyone actually not want this at their age, at least let it play a little longer, somehow they had found sexual Utopia! “…. Truly, I promise, almost anything you want her to do for us, she will, and you will find it incredible!”