Makeing love at the mystery mansion

Maizie Moore...

Maizie knew exactly what she was doing to the poor guy. Derek was no more than 3 feet away from her now. He could easily touch her if he just stretched slightly...but no. He couldn't. Could he? He wouldn't do that. That's right, keep telling yourself! he thought...
 
Derek realized what she was doing. She was teasing him. She was playing him like a well tuned guitar, and he was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. Well, if she wanted to play this game, than he could too.
Derek stood up, looking into her eyes. She seemed a bit surprised by this move. He liked that, a faint smile came to his lips. Derek leaned across to her.
He placed on hand on the bed, inches from her hip. He did the same to the other, not quite touching her, but close... very close.
Derek leaned in, taking in her aroma. She had spent some time in that tub, the oils and soaps wafted up to him Derek leaned in closer, his nose barely touching her own. He breathed heavily, partially opening his lips. The quivered close to her, a pouty sort of look.
Derek closed his eyes, and brushed his cheek against hers. He moved his one hand over to clasp her own. His mouth was right next to her ear.
He spoke, "Come on, we have to go see Daemon."
Derek tried to hold back the laughter, he didn't actually say anything, but his smile gave him away. He pulled Maizie off of the bed, and practically dragged her towards the door.
"You heard the anouncement, he wants to see us."
Derek stepped outside, the corridor led two ways. He couldn't tell which one had come in on, let alone which one was the one to Daemon's.
Maizie stepped forward, and walked left. Their hands were still entwined, Derek walked after her. He saw that her robe was still open. He hoped she wasn't mad.
The way she smelled, they way she looked. It was literally too much, he couldn't help it. His penis was leading the way, and his heart would just have to hold on for the ride.
 
Ric

At first I was torn about where to go in this paradise lost.. but then the choice was stolen from me..first the wind carried the sounds of rapture over to me and left me spell bound, the sounds were of a woman in the throes of passion and I would claim they drew me to her but it was more my own voyueristic tendencies that kept me rooted to the spot..then I lept 3 feet in the air as even out here I suddenly heard the crisp reserved voice of Daemons butler. Where the speaker was I have no idea but it said we were supposed to meet with our host... I slowly made my way to the study , very slowly, my voyueristic nature wanted to know who had made those sounds.
 
Richard Raymond Redmann III

OOC: 30, Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, 6' 185lb, wealthy spoiled playboy, longtime friend of the host.

IC:"I've known ol'Daemon for a long time. He has a weird sense of humor...I thought you were a present..." I left, but I knew that there was no real choice, that was as much my bed as hers. I smiled at the prospect.

I went to the third floor conservitory, and poured a brandy from the side bar. Wondering over to the balcony, I noticed my roomate in the maze. She took her robe off and lay down on the grass. Oh my! this was going to be fun. I dug the blue key out of my pocket, and went back down to our room.
 
michaela

I glared at the guy in orange and smiled, "well daemon if I get to room with the lovely lady in yellow I'll gladly take the key, though yellow really isn't my color." I pick up the key wink at Daemon and find my way to the yellow room I open it and hear water splashing.
 
Mike:


i apologized for arriving early."Im sorry," I said to the young lady leaving"so about the orange,".....
 
kathryn

The voice over the intercom chilled my warm body and froze my roaming hands. Meet with Daemon? So soon?
I had expected to see him for the first time that night at dinner with the other guests. I had planned to blend in and make small talk. He would have been so occupied with his other guests that he would pay little attention to me.

Convincing him that I was Reyna Sinclair's sister would be easy. I had dropped out of college after my sophomore year due to financial problems and had spent the last two years as Reyna's personal assistant. I spent hours taking care of Reyna's needs to the point where I knew all of intimate details of her life, including the fact that she was completely forgetful, high strung and self-absorbed.

When Daemon's letter had arrived at the porn starlet's mansion, I had informed the mistress of the invitation. Reyna's haughty response was, "Throw it in the trash, Kathleen dear. Daemon should know better by now. I don't bother to attend those things."

"Should I at least R.S.V.P. for you Miss Sinclair?"

The starlet waved her hand dismissively, "Do what you must, I don't care. Better yet," Reyna added, smiling slyly, "Send the invitation to my sister. She could use a night or two at Daemon's to loosen her up."

Later that night Reyna fired me for reasons I still don't understand. All I could gather from her high pitched tirade was that Fru-fru (her poodle) would be forever traumatized.

As I left the mansion I noticed Daemon's invitation in the trash where I had tossed it after unsuccessfully trying to reach Reyna's sister. I picked it up and stuffed it into the pocket of my coat before I walked out the door.

I quickly stood up and snugly wrapped the blue robe around myself. My breasts were still heaving from the pitch of excitment I had worked myself into as I began to find my way out of the maze. While I hated leaving before I finished myself off, my whole body was sweaty and I needed to go back to my room to shower before I met with Daemon.
 
Michaela

I entered the yellow room and hearing water splashing I moved to bathroom seeing the lovely woman I had gone climbing with enjoying a bath, joinging her was very tempting. instead I dangled the key and smiled, "Looks like we're going to be room mates."
 
Richard Raymond Redmann III

I was just stepping from the shower when I heard the door open.

"You know, at the risk of a really old cliche, We've got to stop meeting like this." I smiled, "I'm Richard Raymond Redman the third, but my friends all call me R cubed. For what ever reason, Daemon has desided that we will room together. I know him...stubborn. Give me a chance, lets be friends." I held out my hand.
 
kathryn

I stopped short as I entered the room. My "roommate" had just stepped out of the shower and was standing naked before me, his hand extended in greeting.
Self consciously, I ran my fingers through my sweaty, disheveled hair and blushed a deep red. "I--I'm sorry..." I stammered, quickly averting my eyes. I didn't know you were still in here."
Shrugging, he lowered his hand then began to rub a towel against his wet brown hair, making no move to shield his nudity. "Well, like I just said, Daemon designated this as our room and I wanted to shower before dinner."
His voice came in deep and melodious tones that sent shivers down my spine. I was still incredibly worked up from my outdoor adventure and his voice wasn't helping to tame the fire I had started, but hadn't had the chance to extinguish.
My heart began to flutter in my chest as I shifted my eyes back to his face. His mischievous blue eyes gazed back at me almost teasingly. He seemed an odd mix of good breeding and rugged self-assurance.
My eyes widened and my knees felt as though they would buckle on me as I lowered my eyes. Droplets of water glittered and gleamed on his well-muscled chest and legs.
“I apologize for staring….” I murmured softly, still drinking in his form with my hungry eyes and slowly feeling myself becoming intoxicated with his fresh scent. “I should go shower as well.”
Reluctantly, I tore my gaze from him and started toward the bathroom. After dismissing a pang of hesitancy, I turned toward him and untied the belt around my robe. With a gentle shrug of my shoulders, the thin material fell to my feet. I lifted my hand and lightly traced my fingers between the swell my breasts. “Would you care to join me?”
I let a slow smile form on my lips then turned and disappeared through the bathroom door.
 
Merry

My look of surprise was quickly replace with a smile when Michaela dangled a yellow key from the end of her finger. I had just finished washing my hair and was about to get out, but changed my mind. "You know, these bath salts work wonders on tension, care to join me? This bath is as big as a small pool, we could practically do laps in here." Scooping up a handful of bubbles, I blew them in her direction.

Laughing, she slipped off her violet robe and slipped into the water. Picking up a natural sponge, I slowly lathered her back, working in small circles. I could feel her breathing deepen as she relaxed. I squeezed out the water, letting it run over her gorgeous hair. When it was completely wet, I washed it for her, giving her a scalp massage in the process. "You know, yellow doesn't do you justice. We could sneak back into your room and grab the other violet robe if you want." Lowering my voice a little, I added, "I learned how to pick locks in Singapore if you already gave the key back."
 
Michaela

I let myself completely relax in the tub, I smiled at her suggestion. I really did look lousy in yellow, made my skin look sickly.

"Ummm, I have to go back and get my suitcase anyway. If it's okay with you." i feel so warm, and sensual sitting between her legs her fingers massaging my scalp.
 
Richard Raymond Redmann III

“I apologize for staring…” She said quietly. I smiled, chicks always liked to look. They should, that personal trainer ran 250 a week. She seemed to reach a decision, and turned back to me, untied her belt, shrugged her shoulders, letting the robe fall to the floor in a puddle. She ran a hand between her full, firm breasts, and asked, “Would you care to join me?”

I followed her into the bathroom. “I’ll scrub your back.” At least, I thought to myself. She moved with the grace of a dancer, efficient, no wasted motions. She was very aware that I was watching her, and as she bent down to adjust the water, I could see that her bare pussy was already soaked. When she stood up, her breasts jiggled the way that only natural ones do.

She started to pull the shower curtain closed, “Well are you coming, or not?” I stepped into the shower, and she reached around me to pull it closed. I brought my hand up to steady her, and she stepped into my embrace. It just flowed into a kiss. Our lips met almost hesitantly at first, then with increasing passion. Her tongue worked to my lips light running along them, feeling the imperfections, before moving gently into my mouth. It once again did its exploration, running across my teeth, before prying them apart, and meeting; than mating my own tongue. I t was delicious.

She pulled away with a sigh, and reached for the shampoo.
 
Kathryn

I offered him my most seductive smile as I poured a small amount of shampoo into my hand. After closing the bottle, I leaned forward and teasingly licked the outline of his lips. The hand that held the shampoo lowered to wrap around his hardening cock. Using gentle motions I stroked my hand up and down his length. With the shampoo acting as a lubricant, my hand glided smoothly as he began to rock his hips against me.
 
Richard Raymond Redmann III

I brought my Lift hand up to the small of her back and pulled her in to my kiss. My right hand went to her breast pulling, then twisting its nipple. Her hand on my cock became more insistent, as it swelled to its full size, Kathryn brought her other hand to the back of my neck as she crushed her lips into mine. I wasn’t sure exactly where she was taking me, and after our rocky start, I decided to let her do the driving. So far, it had been a good trip.
 
Kathryn

I slowly kissed his strong chin then continued to work my way down to his chest. I dropped to my knees as my lips traveled along his hard muscled body. The hot water that poured over us washed the shampoo from his throbbing cock as I smiled up at him, massaging his ass with my hands.

“Could you wash my hair for me?” I asked, my voice lowering to a seductive purr. Leaning forward but keeping my eyes locked with his, I ran my tongue against the skin right below his navel. “I’d be very grateful,” I added.
 
Richard Raymond Redmann III

I stepped past the kneeling girl, to reach the shampoo. Turning so as to shield her from the shower spray, I poured a liberal amount of shampoo onto the crown of her head. Using my strong fingers, I massaged her scalp, radiating from the crown; first down the sides of her head past her ears (which I paid special attention to), then working my way around to the back of her head, until my hands met. I took the lather and gently worked it out to the ends of her thick mane, being careful to throughly clean it all. I then turned aside, so that the full force of the spray could rinse the soap out.

Finding the conditioner, I squirted quite a lot on to the top of her head. My hands spread the fluid throughout her thick hair, carefully coating each strand. Balling my hands into fists, I used my knuckles to massage her scalp, work the conditioner down into the roots, and increase blood circulation.
 
kathryn

His large hands expertly massaged the shampoo and conditioner through my long blond hair. I couldn’t wait to feel those hands all over the rest of my body. By the time he had rinsed the conditioner from my thick tresses I was aching to feel him inside of me, but I held off, wanting to make the encounter last.

He looked down at me, still kneeling before him, an impish smile on his face. His strong hands moved down to rub my shoulders.

I kept my eyes locked on his as I took his cock in my right hand. Gently, I stroked it against the softness of my cheek before lightly flicking my tongue against the head. “I’d love to thank you properly,” I purred.
 
Kathryn

Gently, I traced my lips and tongue against the inside of his thigh. Then slowly I traveled on to his hard, throbbing cock. With one hand clasped around the base, I took the huge purplish head into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue.

"Mmmm, baby...you taste so good," I sighed.

He began to thrust his hips against me, forcing more of his thick shaft inside my mouth.
 
Michaela

"What were you doing in Singapore? besides learning how to pick locks, something I'm sure a photographer would need." I tried making conversation as she washed my hair feeling her behind me


(I know I feel like I'm repeating myself but Merry seems to need moer to go on)
 
Richard Raymond Redmann III

“Mmmmmm, baby… you taste so good.” Kathryn sighed. Her tongue flattened against the underside of my shaft, inviting me deeper into her throat. Almost involuntarily, I began fucking her mouth. Thrusting my hips into her face, holding her head steady, I was using her as my personal toy. I could feel my cock become even harder, as it changed to an angry red.

“I’m going to come, baby, I’m going to come.”

She took the first shot into her mouth, a little leaked out of the corner of her lips. She pulled off and using her fist, pumped me dry, directing the squirts to her face. Now spent, I collapsed to my knees, and pulled that lovely, now messy face to mine for a long deep kiss.
 
kathryn

Richard ran his hands up and down my back as he kissed me. Passionately, I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. My breasts were crushed against him and my hard nipples pushed insistantly against his wet chest.

I reached behind him to turn off the shower head and then bent over to plug the drain. Water quickly began to fill the large spa tub. As I lay back he picked up a washcloth and soap and began to cleanse my as yet unsatisfied body.

With a steady hand and watchful eye, he scrubbed me clean. He took special care with my breasts and thighs, soaping them for an excruciatingly long time…such exquisite torture.

Once all the soap had been rinsed away, we stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a plush blue towel from one of the hooks on the wall and slowly dried him off. I planted small licks and kisses along his body as I went. When I finished, he took his turn with me.
 
OCC: Sorry, it's not you, Intriguess, RL stuff giving me killer writer's block. Hopefully after I take care of a few things tomorrow, I'll be back up to speed.
 
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