Date: Wed, 05 Apr 2006 17:07:27 +0000
From: Miles Long <miles_long@hotmail.com>
Subject: 469 Charlotte Street

This is part one of a planned series. Send comments to
miles_long@hotmail.com

469 Charlotte Street

Chapter 1

The voice on the other end of the phone was dark and smooth, like aged
Scotch. Robin said she was in her late 40s, had married well but her husband
had died suddenly of cancer 5 years ago. My story was pretty brief: I was
another struggling grad student starting a new term in a new school in a new
city.

Two days before a friend had give me Robin's number at the end of a long and
hardly believable tale. She had been to parties at Robin's estate, a
rambling wooded 75-acres on the edge of the city with a huge mansion at its
center. These were sex parties, large orgies, she said, for the beautiful
and the upscale, held on Fridays and Saturdays. She had talked to Robin at
the most recent party, and learned she was looking to expand her "staff" ...
live-in residents who helped organize and "facilitate" the parties. Because
she was married but didn't want to admit it, my friend took down Robin's
number and said she'd consider it. But she thought of me because I was
looking for a cheap place to live and certainly enjoyed a lot of sex. I'm a
reasonably attractive guy, 27, un-attached, and blessed with a large
endowment that made me among the most popular guys in my high school and
college.

On the phone Robin confirmed the arrangement: free room and board at her
mansion plus a small allowance for clothes and incidentals in exchange for
regular attendance and participation at her weekend parties. The rest of the
week was all yours.  It was a perfect set-up for a student. The requirements
were that the person had to be highly sexed, attractive and bisexual, as
that's what all of her party attendees were. And of course they had to pass
an interview and "audition" with Robin. She asked if I could come out on
Thursday at 7 and I agreed. She gave me the address -- 469 Charlotte Street
-- and simple directions.

That night I put on my best suit and give myself plenty of time to find the
house. In the middle of this nice residential section was a golf course, and
beyond it the turn for Charlotte Street. The estate backed up to the golf
course and had a gated circular driveway. The mansion was huge and looked
like a country hotel. I parked and went to the door. I guess I was expecting
a butler or a maid, but in a moment Robin herself opened the door and
greeted me. She ushered me inside to an elegant sitting room and offered me
a drink or a cigarette. I declined both. She lit a cigarette for herself and
sat down opposite me.

Robin was a very attractive woman. She looked younger than her age, with
perfect skin. She was wearing a simple business suit, with a skirt that fell
just above the knees. She had a white silk shirt on that was unbuttoned low
enough to show her cleavage. Her face was very pretty, and her dark brown
hair was short and stylish. Her bare legs were dark and firm and I tried not
to stare.

We talked for a long while about my studies, her life, her parties and
clientelle.

Robin also mentioned that there were currently two "employees" with ground
floor apartments, and she had room to add two more. I felt better about my
chances when she said that. Both were also college students: Clay, 21,
finishing his senior year at the local university, and Li (pronounced
''Lee''), 23, a native of China who was enrolled in a community college to
improve her English skills in hopes of enrolling in the university the next
fall.

"You seem to be an excellent candidate," she said. "Why don't I show you the
rest of the house."

I walked behind her as she showed me the main floor living areas and the
apartments with their separate entrances. Clay and Li were away for a while
while she conducted my interview, she explained. There was a large open
kitchen with a breakfast area, opening onto a huge patio with a large brick
wall to provide privacy from the golf course.

"Would you like to go upstairs?"

"Yes," I replied nervously, and followed her up the curving staircase.

Upstairs there seemed to be a dozen bedrooms, all elegantly furnished. We
wound up in the master bedroom, with its own large sitting area and huge
walk-in closet. Robin took off her suit jacket, hung it up and sat down in
an overstuffed chair. "Do you have any questions?" she said.

"Yes," I said. "Do you normally wear underwear, or is tonight a special
occasion."

A smile crossed her lips. "You're very observant. Yes, tonight is a special
occasion."

She had a hungry look in her eyes. "I'd like to see you naked now if you
don't mind."

"Of course," I said, standing and removing my jacket and hanging it over the
back of a chair. My shoes and socks were next. Then I removed my tie and
started unbuttoning my shirt, then on impluse said "I'd be more comfortable
if my hostess helped me."

She smiled and stood. She came to me and finished unbuttoning my shirt, then
slipped if off. She undid my belt and fumbled with my pants. Finally she had
then open and I stepped out of them. I had on a small pair of briefs and my
growing cock was about to rip them apart at the seams.

Robin stared and swallowed hard. "Impressive," was all she said. I liberated
myself from the briefs and my cock stood high. It's more than 10 inches when
fully hard, and now it was about as hard as I could remember. She reached
for it but her hands were small and she could barely wrap her fingers around
my girth.

"That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," she said in a whisper. With
that she knelt and took my hardness into her mouth. She began worshipping my
dick, wetting its length and then sucking as much of it as she could fit
into her mouth. She'd obiviously sucked a lot of cock over the years, as she
  was very talented. My knees actually felt weak as she feasted on me. I
didn't want to cum yet so I lifted her to her feet and moved her over to a
small sofa. I removed her blouse and practically tore off her skirt before
laying her down and pushing her legs open. She was shaved clean and I began
kissing and licking her sex with slow sweetness. She began groaning and
bucking her sex up into my face. I picked up the pace and she came with a
sudden and explosive cry. Her juices were really flowing now, staining dark
the material beneath her. I lapped away and a second orgasm washed over her,
followed quickly by a third.

She was panting and out of breath by now, so I changed positions and pushed
my hard cock into her. Her cunt was amazingly wet and warm, but she
stiffened as I entered her. As she got used to the size she relaxed, and I
began rolling my hips forward with slow, even strokes. I'd pull out almost
until my cock popped free, then drive down until all of my inches were
buried inside of her. Her head rolled from side to side and she closed her
eyes. I wanted to give her a fucking she'd always remember, so I was soon
snapping my hips forward until the head of my cock was slamming her cervex.
She seemed to be having one long orgasm at this point, and her clinching sex
was driving me wild. Soon I felt my own orgasm rising, so I pulled out and
shot a huge load of cum across her flat stomach.

When I was coherent again I asked "Did I pass?"

"Well I really wanted you to cum in my mouth, but I can't deduct too many
points for that since I didn't actually get to say it."

"No problem," I offered, scooping her up and heading for the bed. "That was
just round one."

Later, after several more rounds of amazing sex, we kissed and touched as we
lay in her king-sized bed.

"So, when can you move in?" Robin asked.

More to come...