Perplexia's Pool Palace

[Mav Unlimited]

Grunting and moaning as she strokes his hardness. His fingers and hand finds her breasts squeezing and pinching. Her legs take his command and spreads around him. His eyes burning deep into her. Moans filling the room echoing off the walls. Her fingers continue to stroke him, guiding him to her slick glistening entrance. Rubbing the head of his glorious shaft up and down her slit.
Purring and growling like a wanton slut. Moaning like a bitch in heat. Oh yes, he was a great addition to the house.

He listens to the animalistic sounds she makes, urging him to move his hand from her thigh and around to her back, pulling her forward until she is on the edge of the counter, her slippery wetness staring at his manhood, seducing it, caressing it, making it throb for her. He growls back at his boss. His hand slips away from her breast and grabs the base of his shaft as he thrusts forward, feeling the thickness of the head squeeze in through her inviting lips. His eyes lock onto hers at that moment, watching the expression on her face. His hips don't relent. They thrust further as he slides into her all the way, filling her. Completely. Until there is nothing more left than two hungry eyes staring at each other. Lips yearning to kiss again. He lets out a moan as she traps him inside her tightness.

 

[Perplexia]

He listens to the animalistic sounds she makes, urging him to move his hand from her thigh and around to her back, pulling her forward until she is on the edge of the counter, he slippery wetness staring at his manhood, seducing it, caressing it, making it throb for her. He growls back at his boss. His hand slips away from her breast and grabs the base of his shaft as he thrusts forward, feeling the thickness of the head squeeze in through her inviting lips. His eyes lock onto hers at that moment, watching the expression on her face. His hips don't relent. They thrust further as he slides into her all the way, filling her. Completely. Until there is nothing more left than two hungry eyes staring at each other. Lips yearning to kiss again. He lets out a moan as she traps him inside her tightness.

A deep gasp and whimper comes from her lips as he pushes into her with no reservation. Grunting and moaning as he pushes forward . Her tight wetness clenches around his shaft squeezing and urging him to continue. Her nails digging into his shoulders as her eyes stare wantonly into his.
Unable to resist her mouth seeks his again. Her tongue dancing with his as they kiss with a burning hunger. Taking his cock fully each thrust a heaven sent concealment with in her depths.
"yes yes" she growls in appreciation of his skills.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

A deep gasp and whimper comes from her lips as he pushes into her with no reservation. Grunting and moaning as he pushes forward . Her tight wetness clenches around his shaft squeezing and urging him to continue. Her nails digging into his shoulders as her eyes stare wantonly into his.
Unable to resist her mouth seeks his again. Her tongue dancing with his as they kiss with a burning hunger. Taking his cock fully each thrust a heaven sent concealment with in her depths.
"yes yes" she growls in appreciation of his skills.

The thrusts only continue to increase in velocity and force. He splits her lips wide open as his thickness invades her, making her drip onto the counter. Their grunts and moans can now be heard even outside the kitchen. He moves his hand away from between them and turns its attention towards her breasts once again, pinching and tugging at the tautness while kneading and squeezing her softness. His other hand moves up her back, fingers sliding through the silken blonde strands, fisting a bunch, tugging lightly, his head is thrown back, her nails send shivers down his spine as he slides deep inside her only to withdraw, but never more than half way, and shove his cock back into her needy cunt again. Their mouths ravage each other even as they fuck with abandon. She milks him slowly. Her body is a hot bundle of fire ready to explode. He can feel the passion building in this kitchen.

 

[Perplexia]

The thrusts only continue to increase in velocity and force. He splits her lips wide open as his thickness invades her, making her drip onto the counter. Their grunts and moans can now be heard even outside the kitchen. He moves his hand away from between them and turns its attention towards her breasts once again, pinching and tugging at the tautness while kneading and squeezing her softness. His other hand moves up her back, fingers sliding through the silken blonde strands, fisting a bunch, tugging lightly, his head is thrown back, her nails send shivers down his spine as he slides deep inside her only to withdraw, but never more than half way, and shove his cock back into her needy cunt again. Their mouths ravage each other even as they fuck with abandon. She milks him slowly. Her body is a hot bundle of fire ready to explode. He can feel the passion building in this kitchen.

Her legs wrap tighter around him, squeezing him with a need, a want, a burning hunger of utter animalistic desire.
She knows her girls are probably touching themselves at the sounds that echo through the house, calculating what they will do to chef if given a chance. Moaning and gasping as her pleasure increases. Her hips pushing back with the same passion as he provides.
Gasping, grunting and moaning until she feels it rising with in her. Her cunt squeezes down tightly upon his shaft milking him as her voice gets louder and higher. Finally grunting and crying out as her organisms flood through her. Over and over again she drenches his cock in come as the rolling multiples flush through.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Her legs wrap tighter around him, squeezing him with a need, a want, a burning hunger of utter animalistic desire.
She knows her girls are probably touching themselves at the sounds that echo through the house, calculating what they will do to chef if given a chance. Moaning and gasping as her pleasure increases. Her hips pushing back with the same passion as he provides.
Gasping, grunting and moaning until she feels it rising with in her. Her cunt squeezes down tightly upon his shaft milking him as her voice gets louder and higher. Finally grunting and crying out as her organisms flood through her. Over and over again she drenches his cock in come as the rolling multiples flush through.

Her rhythm matches his. She drains him. Floods him with her juices. The thin layer of sweat forming over their bodies is a sign of the pure passion that just swept through the kitchen. Not to mention the resulting panting, moaning, and all the other naughty sounds that can be heard as they fuck each other to an intense orgasm, her tight wetness squeezing every drop of his essence and making him fill her with it. Moans turn into feminine screams. And finally into soft delightful voices of satisfaction as they just lay pressed against each other, her bum resting on the counter while he stands against it, smiling, forehead resting against hers.

 

[Perplexia]

Her rhythm matches his. She drains him. Floods him with her juices. The thin layer of sweat forming over their bodies is a sign of the pure passion that just swept through the kitchen. Not to mention the resulting panting, moaning, and all the other naughty sounds that can be heard as they fuck each other to an intense orgasm, her tight wetness squeezing every drop of his essence and making him fill her with it. Moans turn into feminine screams. And finally into soft delightful voices of satisfaction as they just lay pressed against each other, her bum resting on the counter while he stands against it, smiling, forehead resting against hers.

Her legs don't let their grip loose, holding him tight into her. Gasping and smiling as her head lays against his. Well that was round one, I can't wait for round two. But since its so late we'll have to meet up again for that yummy goodness. Now if you would carry me to bed with you. I think i wouldn't mind sleeping like this.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Her legs don't let their grip loose, holding him tight into her. Gasping and smiling as her head lays against his. Well that was round one, I can't wait for round two. But since its so late we'll have to meet up again for that yummy goodness. Now if you would carry me to bed with you. I think i wouldn't mind sleeping like this.

"Okay, pretty."

Strong arms lift the lady from the counter while he is still buried inside her. He walks out of the kitchen and takes her straight to bed. Her bed. Their eyes don't leave each other for more than a couple of seconds at any point. He is exhausted. He wouldn't mind sleeping like this either.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Their entwined bodies stirred as the morning rays penetrated through the curtains, illuminating the bedroom. He opened his eyes and felt her tenderness curled up against him. It had been quiet a night. Slipping from her, and from the bedroom, after planting a soft kiss against her temple, he made his way to his own room. There were chores to be done. A few items of groceries that he needed to get himself. And then back into the kitchen. No rest for the wicked, like she had said.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The weekend had been eventful. He was slowly getting settled and comfortable with his new job at the palace. This morning's breakfast had been prepared and delivered to the respective rooms, along with a single white orchid stem for Plexi, placed at her bedside along with a note. All the preparations for lunch had been done. He had some time to relax before getting back to the actual cooking. Maybe a swim. He hadn't checked out the pool yet. The lacy apron was left in the kitchen as he strode out and made his way towards the pool area. The white coat, pants, and his hat came off. He changed into his swimming gear, walked towards the diving board, slowly climbed up on top and took a plunge straight into the deep area, making sure he would hit no one except the water.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

They walked side by side towards the palace. He could smell her hair as the beautiful fragrance invaded his nostrils. Her arm brushed against his side as he felt the warmth and tenderness against him. His hand only left the small of her back as they entered the kitchen. He moved to one corner of the room and grabbed a menu before moving in front of her, smiling down into her eyes, the card still in his hand.

"Here you go, Pretty Witch. Would you like a taste of anything in particular?"

It always pleased him when someone visited his kitchen. Whether they were there to eat the food he had prepared, or something else.

 

[Britwitch]

She had visited almost all areas of the Palace but hadn't yet made it into the kitchens. First time for everything though.
She wondered with a mischievous smile what other firsts might be enjoyed on this particular trip.
Eyes flicked from the card in his fingers to the eyes sparkling up above it.

"Well, I think in circumstances like this, it's best to be guided by a professional...don't you think...?"

Fingertips close on the card and tug gently.

"I think I'm in the mood for something savoury. What would you recommend?"

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His fingers didn't let go of the menu. Not yet. Her attempt to tug at the card only resulted in bringing them a few centimeters closer. He continued to gaze down into those impish eyes. When her feet were close enough to his, he let her have the menu and grinned.

"It depends. But, let's see...I would recommend the spinach and mushroom crepes with feta cheese. If you are fond of meat, that could be arranged and added to it as well. I would suggest Italian sausage."

Saying that, he shifted slightly to her right hand side, but still close enough for her to feel his presence looming over her, and from where his eyes could take a peek at what she was about to read. He then whispered.

"Then there's beer battered fish and chips as well, served with tartar sauce."

 

[Britwitch]

She listened to his suggestions, pondering them individually, trying to focus on his words and not his proximity.

"Well, they do sound very tempting..."

Face turns slightly to look up into the face hovering close behind her shoulder.

"...some options more than others. But I must admit I am a carnivore at heart, couldn't live without my meat."

Blue eyes twinkle with a myriad of mischievous thoughts.

"So something that would satisfy that particular...craving...would be ideal..."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

They say a way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Matters of heart were not on the plate here, but he still wondered whether that was really true. Way to his bed maybe. Or just his pants. And what about women? What made them tick? He had a good idea about that, but every woman was different. And that is what made the experience of cooking for them, just as everything else he loved doing for them, so enjoyable.

She was a enticing little witch. Delightful and smart. He tilted his head and smiled as she looked up at him with that same naughty expression, knowing well what was probably going on in her head. She wanted to satisfy her craving for meat? He would arrange for that. A carnivore at heart. He liked that. Made her all the more interesting.

"Very well then. Come. Let us take care of your hunger."

His eyes were locked to hers. His arm bent, going around her waist, hand moved to the small of her back once again, applying just enough pressure as he stepped closer to guide her in the direction he wanted her to move with him.

"Would you like to watch as I prepare your meal?"

 

[Britwitch]

She was definitely hungry, far more than she had realised. Although her appetite was rapidly changing towards things not listed on a traditional menu.

She tried to control her racing mind, and body. After all, this was her first visit to the kitchen. She should try to make a good impression. The smile curving her lips grew, then again, that depended on your definition of 'good'.

"I would love to..."

Mouth watering. Both the menu and the man discussing it. As they walked she let her gaze move, rove, over his frame. Taking in his height, the breadth of his shoulders, the line of his jaw.

Mouth watering indeed.

"And do let me know if you'd like me to lend a hand."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He was aware of her gaze as they walked towards the oven area. His hand slid away from her waist as he turned, almost forcing her behind to press back against the counter. Dark eyes stared down into pretty ones for a few seconds. He reached one hand up to her cheek and traced a finger down the pale flesh.

"I'll let you know when I need the assistance of those hands. Don't worry. Just relax for now."

His fingertip took a turn at the corner of her mouth before moving away. He had some batter left, but he wanted to make it fresh for her. It was her first time visiting him. He didn't want her to do any work. The boss might think he was not doing his job and making her girls help him. He turned on the oven to preheat it to the desired temperature. He grabbed a few eggs from the fridge, cracked them open into a bowl along with some oil and milk. Flour was added. Then some salt. He turned and smiled at her as she stood against the counter next to him even as the mixture was being beaten and then poured onto the hot skillet. The sausage was chopped into little pieces, combined with beef, onions, spinach, Parmesan cheese, and pepper. Speaking of assistance, he could actually use some now. The crepes were ready to be baked.

"Do you mind handing me that spatula over there? And also those gloves? Thank you."

 

[Britwitch]

There was a quick, quiet intake of breath, not quite a gasp but more than a mere breath, as he faced her. Intense eyes, captivating eyes. She couldn't look away, not that she wanted to.

She nodded, rendered temporarily speechless at the tone and the expression. Lips parting ever so slightly as finger glided near by then left.

As he set about preparing her food she took a moment to compose herself, to calm herself.

Soon delicious smells permeated the air. Fresh produce combining under his clearly expert touch. She licked her lips as steam rose from the bubbling mixture in the pan, if it tasted even half as good as it smelt it would be a tasty meal indeed.

"Not at all, always happy to lend a hand..."

She gathered the implements he asked for and moved closer, gloves and spatula in hand. She leant against him to move her face a little closer to the skillet to let her smell it properly.

"Smells amazing!"

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He tilted his head towards her slightly, holding his hand out even as she leaned against him, his elbow pressing against the soft curve of her bosom. She was trying to inhale the smell emanating from the skillet. He was accustomed and sometimes even immune to these smells by now, especially if he had been cooking for a while in the kitchen. But this was not food. At least not the kind of food he was paid to prepare. That fragrance sneaked through his immunity once again as her hair brushed against his shoulder.

"Thank you. And yes it does smell heavenly indeed."

Even in that room which was getting filled with the smell of his food, he could still distinguish her scent. His eyes closed momentarily only to open again.

"Careful...it's hot..."

His head turned further towards her as he grinned impishly, grabbing the gloves from her and transferring them to his other hand. She was almost done peeking into the steam. He chuckled inwardly, took the spatula from her hand and turned his attention to the crepes, placing them carefully on the sheet before checking the oven and sliding the tray inside. He then turned to face her. His eyes roamed her womanly figure from head to toe, taking in her beauty in a casual manner.

"While that gets done, why don't you have a seat..."

He looked around. Except for the large island in the center, and the counters, there were no chairs in that room. Not even a stool to sit on. He had just moved them into the the adjoining room earlier while cleaning and had forgotten to put them back in their place. He could get them from inside he supposed. He was slightly embarrassed when his eyes shifted back to her face. He grinned, and almost let out a soft laugh before a thought struck him.

"Hm. Would you like a smoothie or something? Perhaps coffee or a drink to go with your dish?"

 

[Perplexia]

Wanders down the stairs in the early morning. The stars and the moon shining down, glimmering off the aqua pool. Smiling softly as she stairs out at his chair. Remember the first time she was on his lap. Looking at the others remembering others as well. Shedding her robe her naked form pads to the jacuzzi. Slowly and carefully stepping down into it. Oh how the hot water soothes her aches . Setting down an 42 ounce styrofoam cup with ice water next to her.

Her fingers ran along the edge In a few months it will have been a year since she opened this place. Since then she has four residents and a cook, a tech guy that makes house calls.

leaning back and closing her eyes she dozes, the sounds of crickets echoing..

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He hasn't been around in a while, but Noon decides that he is in the mood for a swim. He peels off his shirt, tossing it onto a chair, and strips down to his swim trunks. He pushes hair back out of his face before strolling over to the deep end, and then diving into the pool headfirst.

The slightly heated pool water is refreshing around his face as the water splashes over him. His legs kick once and he propels himself down to the bottom, letting the pressure in his ears equalize slightly. He pushes off the bottom surface, heads toward the shallow end, kicking underwater until he feels a slight burn in his lungs. Then he pops up out of the water near the shallow end, floating over until his legs find purchase. Then, with a smile, he takes in a breath and leans back to float, beginning to lazily backstroke through the pool.

 

[Britwitch]

Soft curves skip up from the dungeon, clad in a bikini that only just seems to contain her chest. All skin that is on show is brown, tanned, golden and scattered liberally with freckles. The skin beneath the black fabric is pale, extremely pale in comparison.

The witch needs to cool off and she can think of only one way to do it effectively.

With a little sound of excitement, she dives into the pool and when she surfaces she begins to swim lazily up and down.

 

[DeevaLicious]

quietly slips into the Pool Palace and leaves her friend a gift to play with when she wakes up, leaving just as quietly as she came...

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He remembered the intensity. The ferocity. The lust. Yes, it was lust all along. The subtlety with which they had approached each other. It was as if time had stopped for a couple of seconds...and some more. And then again. He had stopped thinking about clocks after a while. It was dangerous. This game that they were playing. But oh so thrilling. Sometimes like two wildcats breathing against each others' throats, scratching and clawing, but only with the goal not to kill or injure one another in the process, and at other times like two little doves cuddling and feeding each other chocolate truffles and exchanging naughty little whispered secrets. The power shifted every now and then. Until he had been stripped to nothing but his underwear. Everything after that was a blur.

Now, as he slowly tried to open his eyes, he found himself lying stretched out on a wooden table, hands above his head with cuffs on both wrists. It was dark in here. What had she done with him? How had he gotten here? What was this place? Exasperated, he struggled against the restraints a few times before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He could feel the ache between his legs. And it was definitely more than just morning wood.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon slipped into the dungeons beneath Plexi's Pool Palace and grinned as he stood calmly, waiting to see if Brit would accept the challenge and join him. He had his suspicions about her answer.

 

[Britwitch]

The witch entered the dungeon, heart racing, eyes wide and bright.

Her light sundress swinging around her thighs as she came down the stairs. The side of her neck bore a mark, red and still slightly damp, upon closer inspection it would be obvious where it had come from.

Her cheeks glowing warmly in spite of the chill in the air as she stood before him.

"Well, I'm here..."