The demons of Ashcroft Manor (closed)

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Helen couldn't help but notice how abruptly she was ushered out. Though it was possible that Stacy was busy she had a feeling that her line of questions had raised some suspicions with the woman which in turn confirmed for her that she was not the only one the demons had taken interest in. As she was escorted toward the front door by Devin she slipped her arm around his waist then whispered into his ear. "I can see the fantasies you're harboring. She has them too. When they visit again you must go to her and act on them." When the door closed behind her a broad grin stretched across Helen's face thinking about the mayhem she might have just inspired.

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Devin stood stunned staring at the now closed door. How could she possibly have known? he wondered to himself. He'd obviously not shared that with anyone and he'd been careful to maintain his professional demeanor around Stacy. The entire idea of acting on them was absurd.... wasn't it? Devin shook his head, banishing the thoughts from it before heading to the kitchen to let Marco know that lunch would not be required.

After the interruption caused by her visitor Devin made clear to the entire staff that Stacy wasn't to be interrupted the rest of the day. He could sense the strain that her work had put her under and he was intent on making sure she wasn't bothered.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy watched silently as Helen set down her own coffee cup, stood up and walked toward the door as Devin opened it to show their guest out. Her eyes went from Devin’s back to Helen’s before they fell back on her computer monitor. She knew Helen was fishing but for what, well, that was left to be seen. Certainly, Helen had some sort of interest in the manor, but why? Stacy wasn’t quite ready yet, aside from her staff, to inquire about the manor’s history. Besides, was she just being fanciful? Was everything she had experienced in her dreams, just that? Dreams? It had felt too real, but in the light of day, it could only have resided in the realm of dreams. Now, her attraction to a few members of her staff? She couldn’t deny that. A shake of her head to clear it and Stacy was back into the realm of her own creation.

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It would seem that Stacy’s staff couldn’t shake the dreams they experienced last night either. Marco was sporting a constant hard-on in the kitchen until he had cornered one of the younger girls in the pantry. He had shut and locked the door behind him as he stepped inside and Lacy, the one had turned and looked wide-eyed as she spotted Marco behind her. It hadn’t taken him long to have her on her hands and knees, her panties down around her knees, sucking his cock as if her life depended on it. Marco was gripped her hair, pulling her closer, pushing his cock further down her throat.

“Suck it, bitch. Take all of cock.”

His voice was rough and urgent as he grew closer to cumming. His breathing got faster and he could feel his balls start to tighten.

“Are you ready for me? I’m going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow all of it.”

This wasn’t the first time Marco had actually fucked Lacy. She hummed around his hard cock, sucking on him until his balls were hitting her chin. She felt his hand tighten around her hair as he strained forward until she felt his hot cum start to spurt, coating the back of her throat as she swallowed furiously.

 

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"Hey there sexy! I brought you lunch." Rachel, Michael's fiancé, said when she found him working in the back yard of the estate. Since Michael had told her about the new owner the day before her jealousy had been peaked so she decided to make a surprise visit to make sure nothing fishy was going on. She was relieved to find him out in the yard going about his normal duties.

"Well his is a nice surprise." Michael said, wiping the sweat from his brow with the tee shirt he freed from the waist of his pants.

Rachel glanced back toward the house noting the view the large ornate windows provided of the grounds and of him in particular as he worked. In the back of her mind she could imagine the new owner staring out the window lusting after what was hers. "Yeah, I thought a surprise picnic would be nice." she said as she picked a spot in the shade beneath a large oak tree. Though the canopy of the tree hung low and obstructed a good portion of the view from the house it didn't completely conceal them.

The two sat beneath the tree enjoying the sandwiches that Rachel had made. "Oh no, I seem to have forgotten dessert." Rachel said, coyly as she placed a finger innocently against her lips. She wanted to make sure that she was front of mind for Michael and he didn't forget who it was that he really wanted. "I guess we'll have to improvise."

Rachel rolled toward him then climbed between his legs, seductively lowering his zipper to free his cock. "Mmmm, this looks tasty." she continued before taking him into her mouth and tasting the salty musk of his sweat.

Michael glanced around nervously, worried that they'd be seen but quickly got distracted by the sensation of Rachel's lips traveling up and down the length of his cock. Taking a tight grip on a fistful of her hair, Michael began to lift his hips, meeting the her motion and driving himself deeper down her throat.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy was indeed looking out of her study window watching Michael. She saw who she presumed was Michael’s girlfriend show up. They moved off to a low branch hanging tree to eat lunch but the tree’s branches did little to hide them from view. Stacy silently watched at his girlfriend started to suck Michael’s cock and as much as she wanted to retreat from the window to afford them some privacy, she just couldn’t. With the lingering dreams from last night still fresh in Stacy’s mind, she continued to watch them. She just couldn’t tear herself away from the window. An ache started to invade Stacy’s body, especially between her legs. Letting her head fall against the clear glass, Stacy couldn’t help but wish Michael was with her instead. Some part of her mind whispered to her that this was all wrong. There was something about this house…..

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Helen, in the meanwhile returned home, muttering to herself. She did not care for the new owner of the manor. She was almost certain that the demons in the basement had risen their heads and were wreaking havoc on the residents. She didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. She had unleashed the demons and knew a moment’s jealousy. She had a huge sexual appetite and found that only the demons sated it. However, with the installment of the new owner in the manor, most of that seemed to enjoy being there.

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Stacy forced herself to move away from the window and shut down her computer. There was simply no way she was going to get anything else done today. Instead, she retreated to her room and laid down on her bed, closing her eyes, letting her dreams take her.

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The demons in the basement were getting restless. They still had a way to go before they would be allowed free of their confinement to roam the rooms of the manor and wreak their will upon the unsuspecting residents. Oh, how sweet it would be. Already the halls reeked of sexual energies. Greedily, they wanted it. They wanted all of it. They wanted more of what they got a taste of last night. They chafed at their bondage, slamming into the walls and the locked door, bemoaning their fate.

 

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Devin busied himself in the house tending to the final details of the evenings dinner. Not really knowing when Stacy would be ready to dine meant that they needed to be nimble and ready on short notice. While Marco was preparing his sauces and accompaniments. Devin went downstairs to the wine cellar to select a bottle for the evening. Just as Devin reached the bottom of the stairs he was greeted by a cool breeze and the sensation of darkness surrounding him.

"She has the same fantasies to. Go to her." The words repeated over and over as images from his dream the night before flooded his mind and drown out all other thought. In a trance like state Devin turned on his heels then climbed the stairs again.

"Where's the wine?" Marco asked only to be ignored as Devin emerged from the cellar then walked out of the kitchen.

Devin made his way up to Stacy's office as the words and images continued to echo through is mind. Finding her door open and the office empty, he continued on checking room after room until he finally found her in the master suite asleep on her bed.

Devin paused at the door, his expression blank as he stared at Stacy lying there with her sundress climbing seductively high on her thigh. Without a word he stepped into the room. His fingers trailed up her leg as he approached then stopped beside the bed.

The occasional soft snore broke the silence of the room as Devin's fingers trailed higher, lifting the hem of Stacy's sundress until it lay above her waist and her ivory white silk panties were exposed to him. A quite moan escaped his lips as, with the other hand, he lowered the straps from her shoulders exposing her breasts.

Devin's eyes closed and focused on the images that were driving his desire. His heart thumping hard against his chest as he slipped his hand beneath the delicate fabric of her panties then parted her slick folds. The feeling of her warmth beneath his fingers seemed to quiet the voices that were driving him. His hand cradled her breast, caressing it as the other worked beneath her panties, seeking out her passage then slipping his fingers effortlessly into her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy was sound asleep and dreaming. There were fingers lightly tracing her outer thigh and gently tugging the hem of her dress higher as they explored her. She felt the straps of her dress just as gently tugged down until her breasts were exposed. The cook air of the room made them tighten and the nipples harden into tight buds. Stacy shifted on the bed, her lips parting slightly on a soft moan of need.

She felt fingers slide under her underwear and then slip between the folds that guarded her core. Still sleeping and dreaming, her hips shifted as she felt the strangers fingers enter her, making her wet and moan again. her legs parted wider to give him better access to her body. Her dream lover worked his magic on her body, One hand cupped and squeezed her breast, while the other was busy between her legs.

Stacy’s hips arched off the bed. Her fingers gripped the sheets, making fists at her side.

“Deeper,” she whispered urgently, “finger fuck me deeper.”

Her groan filled the quietness of the room. Her legs splayed obscenely wider to give him more and better access to her throbbing pussy. She could feel her wetness coating his fingers, making it easier for him as he probed her core.

"Yes, " she panted breathlessly, "like that.... Just like that."

Her hips moved with his fingers. It felt so real, but she knew it was just a dream and she let the needs that were building in her body, take over.

 

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Taken over by an overwhelming urge to please her and at Stacy's urging, Devin's fingers drove deeper as they curled and probed firmly against her soft walls. Beneath her panties he worked them in and out of her picking up pace as his excitement built until the palm of his hand was slapping loudly against her wet folds.

"That's right. Cum for me you slut." he growled out. Even in the trance like state he was in the words sounded foreign to him. It was never something he'd say to anyone much less the employer he relied on for his livelihood.

Her hips lifting from the bed Stacy's breathing started to become ragged as the sound of her wetness became more evident with each thrust of his hand. Devin's fingers closed firmly around her stiff nipple then tugged it sending a jolt through her body.

In the hallway Meagan, the housekeep, watched stunned at what she was seeing. She'd always known Devin to be a proper gentleman so seeing this was completely out of character for him. She couldn't help but be taken by how in control he was in the way that he was pleasuring her. Meagan squeezed her thighs together as she clung to the doorframe and continued to watch as Stacy's moans echoed through the residence.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"That's right. Cum for me you slut."

His words echoed through her ears and she felt her belly tighten and felt the wetness that gushed around his fingers. Her hips lifted off the bed and her core tightened around his invading fingers as her body shook with a tremendous orgasm.

Why? Why did these dreams seem so… so vivid?

Stacy sighed as her body started to relax in the aftermath of cumming so strongly. She lay on the bed, her legs spread wide apart, her own juices seeping out of her body. Something inside her wished that it was more than a dream. Her mind floated into darkness as a deep sleep overtook her.

 

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When Stacy's body finally fell silent it was like Devin had woken from a deep sleep. "What the fuck?" he whispered, startled to find his fingers buried inside Stacy and her wetness soaking his hand and everything surrounding it. His eyes quickly moved to hers to find them closed and he heard the soft steady breaths of someone fast asleep. Devin withdrew his hand from her soaked panties then pulled her skirt down before making a quick exit from her room, leaving the top of her dress still down and her breasts exposed. Rounding her threshold and starting down the hall Devin nearly jump out of his skin when he just about ran over Meagan.

"Meagan!" Devin sputtered out. "I was just..."

Devin couldn't even finish his sentence before Meagan shoved him against the wall and kissed him with a heat that he'd never felt before.

Her hands clawed at his shirt then moved down to stroke the bulging erection that was pressing against the front of his slacks. "That was so fucking hot. Promise me you'll do that to me." she breathed out against his neck before taking Devin by the hand and dragging him into the guest room across the hall.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Meagan was ripe to be fucked. What she had witnessed just a while ago, had excited her. She had inadvertently watched Devin finger fuck the mistress of the manor while she slept but who had seemingly enjoyed it. Now, she, Megan wanted the same treatment. Maybe more, she thought as she stroked the erection tenting his pants.

She drug him into an empty guestroom across the hall, closing the door behind her, locking it then leaning against it. She was panting with need, staring at Devin.

“Well?”

Slowly she lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her legs then her obviously wet panties to his eyes.

 

[cnuveau]

Devin was still shell shocked by the realization of what he'd been doing to Ms. Stacy while she slept so when Meagan dragged him into the guest room he had no real choice but to follow. The door closing behind them he stood frozen for a moment while she blocked any chance he had to make an exit.

Throughout his career Devin had prided himself on avoiding scandal and being an embarrassment to his employers. Now though, for reasons he couldn't quite understand, he seemed to have thrown that all away. Meagan, having witnessed his fall, was in the perfect position to amplify his actions and leak them to whomever she chose. She had Devin right where she wanted him and Devin had no choice but to give her what she wanted.

Still feeling Stacy's dampness on his fingers Devin plunged his hand into Meagan's panties then slipped his fingers easily inside her. The weight of his body pressed against the door beside her, Devin felt the lust in him building again and he kissed her neck as he added another then pressed them deeper. "Is that what you want?" Devin growled out, overcome once again by his lust.

He'd never been what anyone would consider a physical lover but in the moment Devin felt himself brimming with aggression. Gripping Meagan's arm he yanked her away from the door then flung her onto the bed. In the back of his mind he tried to reconcile the man he knew himself to be vs. this man who seemed only driven by primal lust as he unfastened his belt then climbed onto the bed after her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Meagan found herself flung to the bed in the room and her breath trapped in her throat as she stared up at Devin, who was in the process of unbuckling his belt. She scooted up the bed as he climbed up on it with her. She wasn’t exactly sure what had gotten into either one of them, but thinking over her heartbeat and the blood racing through her veins was a hard thing to do. She found herself lifting her arms to him as she felt the heat of his body cover hers. Her legs shifted open wider to allow him to accommodate himself between them. A sigh left her lips even as her hips arched up to meet his.

“Fuck me Devin,” her words were barely above a whisper, yet laced with urgency, ” I want to feel your cock stretching my pussy.”

Meagan couldn’t believe the things she was hearing herself say aloud. Dear lord, what had gotten into her? She had always had a secret crush on this man, if she were to be honest with herself. Never in a million years did she think she would find herself locked in a guest room of the mistress’, let alone with Devin.

 

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Devin had no idea what was happening to him. In his mind he knew that the way he was treating Meagan was repugnant but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Even as he tossed her to the bed he expected some form of protest from her because this was no way for a gentleman to act but to his surprise it only seemed to excite her more.

“Fuck me Devin, I want to feel your cock stretching my pussy!”

He’d never heard a woman talk like that and never in a million years would he have imagined those words coming from Meagan’s perfect lips. He couldn’t deny though, there was a passion and heat between them the likes of which he’d never felt before so Devin brushed his concerns aside and let the instincts that were driving him take over.

“I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are.” Devin growled out, even as he inwardly cringed, then drove into Meagan, sinking his entire length in one powerful thrust.

His hands braced against the mattress on either side of her Devin pounded into Meagan at a torrid pace. Her loud moans mixed with his grunts that punctuated each thrust. Somewhere inside Devin there was an animal he’d never known about that had finally slipped its chain.

“Is that what you want?” Devin managed to ask between labored breathes as a bead of sweat trickled down his brow.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Meagan couldn’t believe this was Devin. Quiet, unassuming Devon who was now fucking her like a mad demon.

“Is that what you want?”

“YES! YES..” she all but screamed.

To be truthful, Meagan couldn’t believe herself. Never would she have suspected she could behave in such a fashion. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, well… except for Devin. That, made her giggle like a school girl just before she moaned in pleasure at the feel of his cock ramming into her needy, eager pussy. He had called her slut and that didn’t offend her at all. No, it had made her pussy wetter. Briefly, she wondered what was wrong with her.

Her ass ground back against Devin’s crotch as his cock pounded deep inside her. His cockhead rubbed against the opening of her cervix and made her groan.

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The demons in the basement were beside themselves. Someone, somewhere in the manor was having sex and they wanted in on it. Feral growls bounced off the dank, dark walls even as they themselves did. They wanted out. Yet, they were bound to the basement until darkness descended upon the manor. Tonight, the humans would pay for this. The demons would feast upon the mortals. Steal their sexual energy and maybe even fuck them. Until the time when reality blended with dreams, the demons were bound to the basement, driving themselves into a frenzy, dying to get out.

 

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"Oh god." Devin groaned out when his pace finally caught up with him and the tension that was coiled in him finally released. Collapsing on top of Meagan his hips bucked wildly against her as he unloaded into her depths. Finally falling still, the reality of what he'd just done hit him fully. "Umm, I.... we shouldn't have done that." Devin said scrambling off of her then reaching down to pull his pants up. "We can't let that happen again."

Devin's mind was reeling with the implications of what he'd just done. On top of it all, he'd just cum inside Meagan and his mind instantly went to the possibility that he'd impregnated her. It was scandal on top of scandal and he just knew that this would be the end of his employment at the manor. "We should get back to work." he said, anxious to put as much distance between himself and what he'd just done as possible.

Downstairs Marco was just putting tonight's dinner into the oven. It had been an overly quiet afternoon having not heard from Stacy since earlier in the morning even though she seemed to be occupying his every thought. Though their interaction earlier in the morning left doubts in his mind, he couldn't find himself able to dismiss the feeling that something was there. It seemed impossible that the connection he felt with her was all in his mind. There had to be something there, he just needed to break through the resistance.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Did he regret what they had just done? Watching him as he scrambled back into his pants, she knew he did. Silently she got up and went into the bathroom, softly closing the door behind her while she cleaned up and made herself presentable.

"We should get back to work."

He mentioned as she re-entered the room, straightening her clothing. She gave him a brief nod without even speaking, as she waited for him to open the door so she could make her escape. Meagan was never going to forget this or forget Devin. Every time she saw him in the manor or passed by him, she would remember. Devin was not all that formal and proper as he appeared.

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Stacy had skipped lunch but was on her way to the kitchen to apologize to Marco. Once again, she forgot to inform him that she was not going to need lunch. Saving her work, she then stood up and made her way to the kitchen. She had yet to step into Marco’s territory. Truth be told, she really had no reason to, until now. Glancing around the industrial kitchen she spotted Marco closing the oven door.

“Marco? Do you have a moment?”

 

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Marco was surprised to see Stacy appear in the kitchen and the fact that she had made him wonder what it was she wanted. Even though she likely had a perfectly logical explanation for being there, he knew there was something more behind it.

“For you? Of course.” Marco said approaching her then stepping far closer to her than was actually necessary as he placed his hand on the prep counter beside her.

Leaning close he could smell the scent of her hair mixed with her desire for him and he knew it was only a matter of time.

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Back in his room, Devin paced the floor wondering what the hell was going on with him. First what he’d don’t to Ms Stacy then to Meagan. None of it was something he’d ever consider doing but he’d done it just the same. Fixed in his mind was the sight and sounds of Stacy cumming around his fingers and the way he’d manhandled Meagan then fucked her like a man possessed. As out of character as it was, there was no denying how both of them had responded to what he was doing. For that bride moment, he felt more desired than he’d ever felt before.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy stood there as Marco came closer. Her eyes never left his face.

“I wanted to come and apologize to you, Marco. I skipped lunch again and I didn’t let you know. I hope you didn’t go to too much trouble for me.”

Her eyes skimmed over him; she just kept remembering her dream. She squeezed her thighs together tighter. What was wrong with her? She just couldn’t get her dreams of Marco and Devin out of her head. In the meantime, Marco was standing so close to her, she could feel his body heat touching her.

 

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Marco had been doing all he could to fight back the desire that kept drawing him to her but he was reaching his breaking point. The dreams and vision's he'd been having were becoming so invasive that he had difficulty distinguishing them from reality anymore. Even in this moment he couldn't quite tell if Stacy had come into his kitchen to genuinely apologize or she was seeking his punishment for allowing herself to be so inconsiderate. In his mind he could see it all play out as if it were a vivid memory of just moments before. Acting purely on some dark primal instinct coming from deep inside him he let go and let it take over.

His moments were almost a blur. In the blink of an eye his hand moved from the prep counter to the back of her head, gripping a fistful of her hear then yanking her head back. "You should be apologizing. I went through a lot of trouble for you only for my effort to go to waste." he growled as his face drew near to hers. He could see the startled look in her eyes but he knew this was exactly what she wanted. A sneer crossed his lips as his other hand came to rest on her cheek then slowly drew down her exposed neck to her breast. His sneer faded to an almost sinister smile as his hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her sundress. "No worries though, it's never to late to eat is it?"

With a firm tug of her hair Marco forced Stacy down to her knees in front of him while he unfastened the button of his pants then lowered his zipper. "There now. Why don't you see if you can find something to put into that pretty little mouth of yours." he said as he glared down at her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Stacy’s mind was a complete blank. This was all too surreal. Here she was, forced down to her knees, facing Marco’s unbuttoned pants. What had gotten into him? She should get up and fire him. NOW. Instead, she found herself opening his pants and reaching inside to pull out his engorged cock. It was warm and throbbing in her hand. Guiding the angry head toward her mouth, she opened her lips to take him in. Stacy lost all sense of herself as his cock slid along her tongue and down her throat. A small tilt of her head and she took him all the way down to the root. Closing her mouth around him, she slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock as she sucked on him. All that seemed to matter now was sucking Marco off. Her driving need was to get him to cum down her throat.

Stacy ‘s legs parted wider as she slipped a hand down between her legs and into her already wet panties and started to play with herself. Her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it, while slipping another finger inside her pussy and began fucking herself with her fingers while she continued to suck on Marco’s cock.

 

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A satisfied grin stretched across Marco’s lips when without further prompting Stacy freed his cock from his pants than took it into her mouth. He knew this was exactly what she wanted when she came into his kitchen. She’d somehow would her way into his mind and now he was going to give her exactly what it was she wanted. “You love the way my cock feels in your mouth don’t you? You can’t get enough of it!” He growled out as he guided her mouth up and down the length of his shaft.

A moment later Devin emerged from his quarters determined to get back to his day and put what had happened earlier behind him. When he stepped into the kitchen he froze, staring stunned at the scene in front of him.

“That’s right take all of that cock. I’m going to cum down that pretty throat of yours.” Marco continued as he rocked his hips and fucked her mouth.

Devin’s eyes were drawn down to Stacy’s hand beneath her sundress and he could tell she was plunging her fingers into herself. There was a sudden sense of guilt Devin felt. Had he done this? Just 30 minutes earlier he was lighting a fire inside her than now seemed to be burning out of control. He couldn’t help but feel responsible. Slowly he backed out of the kitchen before he was noticed by either of them.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“You love the way my cock feels in your mouth don’t you? You can’t get enough of it!”

Surely Marco didn’t expect a reply, since her mouth was filled with his cock and he had his hands buried in her hair, forcing her head back and forth along his rigid, pulsing cock. Stacy could feel his cockhead hitting the back of her throat every time he forced her head to his root.

Neither she nor Marco heard or saw Devin enter the kitchen, stop, then slowly go back out. Stacy would have been mortified if she had. Her fingers were busy drilling her pussy as Marco mouth fucked her. Gods, she needed this. Her free hand reached around and grabbed Marco’s ass cheek, pressing him closer to her face.

This was just what she needed, a man’s cock riding her mouth. Marco was stretching her cheeks to the limits, to the point her jaw was starting to ache. Her fingers alternated between rubbing her clit and pumping them into her hungry pussy. She glanced up at Marco’s face as he fucked her. She could feel her body tighten. Her blood was on fire and racing through her veins. She was going to cum soon. Very soon. Removing her hand from his ass, she wrapped her fingers around his balls and massaged them. They felt heavy to the touch, filled with his very essence. She could imagine what he tasted like as he poured himself down her throat.

 

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When Marco had first met Stacy she seemed buttoned up and stiff. Certainly not the person that was kneeling in front of him now gripping his ass and urging his cock deeper into her throat. The stark contrast made him wonder why it was he was able to see this part of her so clearly in his mind’s eye. She was on fire and the fire was quickly engulfing him in the same blaze.

“Fuck yes, just like that.” He groaned out as she gripped and massaged his balls. His orgasm had slowly been building but feeling her hand seemingly trying to coax the cum from him finally sent him over the edge.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Marco leaned forward bracing his hand against table in front of him as his cock began to twitch violently between her lips, emptying its load agains the back of her throat.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Fuck yes, just like that.”

The need and drive in his voice turned Stacy on more than she would like to admit. She needed him to cum down her throat. She wanted it. Desperately. Her hands continued to gently squeeze and rotate his balls even as her mouth worked his cock with a hurried need to feel him pouring his hot cum down her throat. As he leaned over her, he fucked her face with a more frenzied motion. He was hitting the back of her throat hard. She could feel the head bruising it as he rammed into her mouth. She continued to hold onto his full balls and squeezed gently when she felt him starting to cum.

When he had emptied himself into her mouth, she kept swallowing until she was sure he was finished. Leaning back on her heels, she licked her lips.

“Damn, Marco,” her voice was husky, laced with his cum, “you taste good. “

Stacy licked her lips before she got to her feet, patted him on the ass and sauntered out of the room. That hadn’t been what she had gone to the kitchen for, but hells bells, it had been worth it. Her knees ached but ignoring it, she made her way to her study and shut herself in there until it was dinner time.

Her mind just wouldn’t let go of what had just happened. Eventually, she simply gave up trying to write. Instead, she plucked her legs up on her desk, spreading them slightly while leaning her head back against her leather chair. her fingers went to her wet pussy and slipped inside of herself, moaning a little as she thought about Marco and what they had just done. She swiveled her chair just a miniscule bit so she could glance outside where Michael was working in the garden with his shirt off again. She admired the way his skin glistened with sweat as he worked. Her fingers started to work her body furiously as her imagination took off. What would Michael feel like, bent over her, pounding his cock into her. Even more… what would it feel like to have Michael and Marco, both fucking her at the same time? She could just imagine Marco lying down on her bed, easing his cock into her ass until he was fully seated, then Michael, kneeling between her outstretched legs, guiding his cock into her dripping pussy. Stacy’s eyes closed on a small moan as she imagined it, her fingers working faster. The tight fit. Both cocks thrusting at the same time and all she can do is lie there, taking it. Gods, what was wrong with her?

 

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Marco had thoroughly used Stacy's mouth and came down her throat so he was baffled at how her casual swat on his ass as she walked out of the room left him feeling like he was the one who was used. He'd never before been with a woman so submissive yet self assured and in control. It was a confounding paradox that just made Stacy all that much more appealing to him. With his wild thoughts now quieted for a while he got to work making her something special for dinner. Chilean sea bass topped with seared scallops and asparagus was one of his favorite dishes and he wanted to make it for her after such a masterful blowjob.

When dinner time came Marco had arranged the plates for Stacy's meal on an elegant silver platter and was about to carry it out to her when Devin stopped him.

"That won't be necessary, I'll take it out to her." Devin said, stopping him then taking the platter from him. He had no idea what had prompted what he'd walked in on earlier in the day but he felt it in everyone's best interests if the two weren't in the same room for a while. The last thing he needed as Marco to overstep again and throw the house into calamity. It was his job to maintain order and that's exactly what he intended to do.

On his way in from the grounds to grab dinner Michael passed through the main living space hoping not to be seen. Devin had always made it clear that when he was covered with sweat and dirt that he remain out of sight as much as possible. That was the cause of the panicked look on his face when he crossed paths with Stacy at the bottom of the stairs. "I'm sorry ma'am. I was just passing through to the kitchen. Apologies for my appearance." he said keeping his eyes casts toward the marble floor beneath them.