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Events at Dane Manor
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DANE MANOR
by John Sellers
John sat scanning the latest edition of PORN MONTHLY. The magazine had
evolved from an idea on a computer bulletin board and had started life as
SMUT NEWS. Now it had grown into a full blown magazine with articles,
features, pictures, adverts and even the odd competition (most of which was
extremely odd indeed) and he was happy to be one of the select people on the
circulation list. He had a quick look at the crossword. <1A To copulate,
rhymes with duck, begins with F. (4 letters)>. 'Shit!', he thought, 'These
crosswords are getting harder every month'. Flicking the page he spotted a
personal ad. "Has sex become a routine? We can put excitement back. Call
Dane Manor".
Reaching for the phone John quickly punched out the number on the
keypad. After a couple of rings the phone was answered. "Hello. Dane Manor.
Can I help you?". The voice was feminine, soft and sultry, his prick
twitched with anticipation. "Hi. I'm John. I saw your ad and I wondered what
you had to offer". "Personally John, a large pair of tits and a nice, warm
pussy. How does that sound?", came the reply. John gulped. "Fine", he said
nervously, "But what I meant was what services do you give?". "Anything your
little cock desires", answered the sultry voice, "Look, why not drive down
and spend the weekend. I'm sure we can cater to your most secret longing".
John got the address and booked a "Fantasy Special" for the following
weekend.
The days dragged but soon it was Saturday morning and John was all
packed ready for his 'special'. The drive took two hours and he wondered
whether he had got the directions right as he weaved through the little
country lanes. Eventually he saw a large country house ahead and stopped at
the gate. The board outside told him he had found Dane Manor and he made his
way up the drive and stopped in front of the house. As he got out of the car
he was met by a curvaceous blonde. "Hello John, I'm Christine. Welcome to
Dane Manor. You found our secluded little den of iniquity then?". The voice
was the same as on the phone, he marvelled at the size of her tits, 42D at
least. "Yes, just about. It's a bit out of the way", he said still staring
at the two huge globes floating a few feet away. "You weren't lying about
the tits", John said summoning up his courage. "Well when you've settled
yourself into your room I'll come up and maybe you can find out about the
other bit", Christine purred, her tongue flicking her bottom lip
seductively.
John was shown to a large double room and he quickly put his things
away. Just then there was knock on the door and Christine entered carrying a
large bottle of champagne and two glasses. They sat on the bed together
drinking and talking. Every time he made a pass at Christine she made an
excuse and poured him another drink. After a while John felt extremely
light-headed, which was odd for him since he could always take his drink. As
he looked at Christine's face her smile faded into a mocking sneer and he
realised that although she had been pouring him glass after glass of
champagne he hadn't actually seen her touch a drop. He made a move to get up
but the room was now spinning and John collapsed back onto the bed and lost
conscienceness.
John awoke to find himself spread-eagled on the floor, face up and
stark naked. As his head cleared he tried to break his bonds but the noise
of his struggle served only to summon his captor. Christine entered, now
naked herself, and approached his helpless body. "You chauvinistic bastard",
she sneered, "You thought you were going to come here and have girls
pampering to your every whim. How typical of the male race, they expect it
on a plate. Well for your information, in this establishment we provide a
service for women not men. They come here and we provide them a man to
fulfil **their** fantasy. And you're the meat". John struggled to break free
again but the bonds were to strong. Christine delivered him a hard kick to
the balls, even with her bare feet she made his eyes water. She knelt beside
him, "Unfortunately, I happen to need a dick from time to time so your first
job is to service me". With that she knelt across his face and, grabbing his
hair, pulled his head up to meet her juicy twat. "Suck out my juices you
wanker, stick your tongue up my cunt", she hissed. Now, apart from the pain
this wasn't at all bad, John reasoned, if he could have planned his visit
beforehand then having his face buried between this gorgeous blonde's thighs
would have been pretty high on the list. It wasn't long before his prick had
responded to the situation and was standing proudly to attention. Christine
removed herself from his face and sat back onto his chest. "Did you enjoy
that?", she enquired. "Yes", John replied licking his lips, "the best cunt
I've ever tasted". "Pity", Christine said, "you don't deserve to enjoy
yourself. I'm going to fuck you now and woe betide you if you cum".
Christine lowered herself down onto his prick and began to ride. Looking up
John saw those magnificent mammaries swinging to and fro and he longed to
reach up and caress them. He could feel the juices surging up inside him and
he had to concentrate hard to stop from cumming. Christine was breathing
heavy now and she ran her fingernails the entire length of John's chest
drawing blood. John cried out with pain but Christine leaned forward and
silenced him by pushing her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him fiercely
as her cunt bucked up and down on his rock-hard member and with a cry of
ecstasy she came.
Christine got up and walked over to a small wash basin. Rising a
flannel she wiped herself between the legs. Then without rinsing it again
she came over and began wiping John's face. "We can't have you looking all
sticky for our next two ladies can we?", she said as she washed the rest of
him. 'Two!', John thought to himself as Christine dried him with a towel,
'things are looking up'. Christine put on a robe and left the room. John
tried again to release himself but within a couple of minutes she was back.
"There you are ladies. He's all yours. Have a nice time". John looked up and
was horrified to see two old ladies in their late sixties come into the room
wearing what he first thought were ill-fitting pink jogging suits but he
realised they were in fact naked. Without speaking they came over and sat
either side of his cock which was now as limp and flaccid as the old girl's
tits. One of them leaned over and took it into her mouth and began to give
him one of the best blow-jobs he had ever had. Maybe it was her fifty-odd
years experience of gobbling or the fact that she had taken her teeth out
that made it so good, but whichever it was he found himself, almost
involuntarily, arching his body upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her
mouth. She moved round into the 69 position and now he was reminded of
Billingsgate Fish Market. He knew his fate was sealed and that he would have
to submit to it one way or another so summoning all his will and holding his
breath he began licking away for all he was worth. Luckily for him the old
girl wanted a fuck so she soon changed position once again and mounted his
cock. The other old lady had been sitting by his side all this time stroking
his body, she now moved up and flapped one of her tits into his face for him
to suck. John was just thinking to herself that she must be the maternal
type when she squatted above his face and demanded to be licked out. It
wouldn't have been so bad if her position had not meant his nose was poked
up her arsehole. Realising that the only way to get this over and done with
was to give them what wanted so he bucked and licked and pushed and sucked
for all he was worth until finally they were satisfied and left.
Christine came back in and her nose twitched at the smell. "You
**have** been having a nice time haven't you?", she said mockingly, "Phew!.
I think I'd better open a window before your next customer, and you could do
with a shower". 'A shower!', John thought, 'my chance to escape'. But his
hopes were soon dashed as Christine went to a drawer and took out what
looked like a small handcuff with a chain attached. She closed the ring
around the base of his prick and balls and he knew there was no way he could
withdraw his balls back through the ring without causing excruciating pain.
The other end of the chain she padlocked to a ring on the floor, then
releasing John's bonds she told him to go and shower. The chain was just
long enough for him to reach the shower cubicle and he thankfully washed
away the putrid liquid that was sticking to his face and cock.
John towelled himself dry then, at Christine's command, resumed his
spread-eagled position as his bonds were secured once more. "And now", she
said, "You have three ladies to service". 'Lady what', thought John,
'Gorillas? Dogs? Mongolian Skunk Rats?'. After what he had just been through
anything was possible. Christine removed the ring from his balls and left
the room once more.
Presently the door opened and in came three gorgeous girls, wearing
only black stockings and suspender belts, looking every bit like every man's
fantasy. One of them stepped forward. "Hi", she said, "I'm Debbie". Things
were certainly looking up, this girl was stunning and he knew that what ever
she had in mind for him he would be a willing participant. Debbie approached
him and knelt by his side. "My! you are a big boy", she said running her
finger up the length of his prick making it stiffen, "I hope you don't
suffer from premature ejaculation John, I need it good and hard for a long
while yet". "Don't worry", replied John, "That's one thing I've never
suffered from". He couldn't keep his eyes off of her luscious cunt
glistening seductively from the midst of her soft pubic hair. As if reading
his mind Debbie moved forward bringing her pussy into tonging distance and
supported John's head as he probed tentatively at her large clitoris with
his tongue. Debbie shivered as a thrill shot through her body. John felt a
mouth close around his cock and a tongue began to explore his body as the
other girls joined in. He could hear Debbie breathing heavily as he sucked
and licked at her sweet hole, lapping the juices which were now flowing
freely. John was feeling pleased with himself at being able to excite this
girl so completely using only his tongue when there was a rush of liquid
into his mouth. At first he thought she must have released an excessive
amount of 'girly fluid' as she climaxed but his taste buds clued him into
the fact that Debbie had actually pissed into his mouth. Looking up his eyes
met hers and he detected a hint of apprehension in them. It seemed she
seeked approval not disgust and he was in no mood to let her down. Resuming
his oral assault on her twat with renewed vigour she cried out with pleasure
as she peaked and flooded his mouth and face with urine. The other girls
were now at his head watching gleefully as the golden cascade covered his
face. Swallowing as fast as he could he was surprised that the taste was not
at all unpleasant, if fact he found the whole experience sexually
stimulating. Soon Debbie's climax began to subside and the piss came in
short bursts as her bladder emptied.
Sitting back Debbie looked at John's piss-drenched face and smiled at
her handiwork. "Well?", asked Debbie, "What do you think". "Great", replied
John, "What now?". "More!. Sorry I should have introduced my friends.
Sandra, and Karen. They're also into piss-fun". John had already guessed
that by the way they were eagerly lapping the excess moisture from his face.
"John?", said Debbie, "If were to release you from your bonds do you promise
not to escape?". "I promise", replied John, "I'm looking forward to the next
bit. But I wouldn't want to get you into trouble with that Christine, she
can be an evil bitch". "I know", said Debbie, "that's why I hired her". John
stared quizzically at Debbie who answered his unasked question, "I own Dane
Manor", she said. Moving over to him Debbie undid the chains which held him
and John embraced her, holding her naked body close to his and kissing her
deeply. His prick was still rigid and he rolled her over and moved to enter
her but she stopped him. "There'll be plenty of time for that later", she
said, "I think Sandra is in need of your cock at the moment". John turned
and saw that Sandra was busily frigging herself with three fingers and went
over to her. He took her hand, which was wet with her love juices, put it to
his mouth and licked the sticky excretions from her fingers.
Easing her back he mounted her, sliding his hard cock into her waiting
pussy. Karen stood above them teasing her clitoris as John plunged his prick
in and out of Sandra. As the excitement mounted Karen let fly with a shower
of piss over both of them. The tingling sensation of the warm liquid landing
on his back drove John to new heights and he had to slow his rhythmic
pumping or risk cumming too soon. The urine that hit his head had soaked
into his hair and was now running down over his face and onto Sandra's face
as they kissed. Just as the flow was stopping Sandra urged John to withdraw
as she was about to cum. John withdrew and sat back on his haunches between
her legs as Sandra brought herself to climax with her fingers. As she did so
she arched her back and managed to direct a jet of piss upwards towards John
which hit him full in the face then trailed down his chest as the power
declined. Thoroughly soaked, with all of the girls satisfied, John decided
it was time for another shower.
Coming out of the shower cubicle John saw that Sandra and Karen had
left and Debbie was lying in the bed. "Come over here", she said, "It's
about time you got your reward". John approached the bed and climbed in.
Debbie moved down and wrapped her luscious lips around John's large cock and
began to suck him gently. It was all he could do from blasting his spunk
down her throat. Debbie brought John to the edge of climax several times
with her mouth and tongue then positioned herself on all fours in front of
him. Not needing any words John quickly moved behind her and pushed his dick
into her cunt. After several minutes he decided to try the other delight on
offer and withdrawing from her cunt he pushed into her arse. Debbie bucked
backwards and forwards matching his thrust and soon John realised he could
hold back no longer. Pulling out his prick he grasped it in his hand and
began to wank furiously. The spunk flew out with great force and landed on
Debbie's back who was using her fingers to finish herself off. As she came
she sprayed the bed with her golden wee. Debbie then turned around and
sucked at John's cock which was still pumping out some spunk, keeping her
mouth firmly round it until she was sure there was none left to drink.
It was time for another shower but this time they shared it together,
caressing and soaping each other until the excitement took over again and
they fucked again in the shower cubicle. When they came out the bed had been
changed and Debbie left him to sleep off his day's 'work'.
As John booked out of Dane Manor the next morning he knew that although
he had been held captive and abused he had never experienced such a lift to
his sexual awareness in all of his life and as Christine took his Visa
details he knew it was money well spent. Christine handed him back his
credit card and smiled warmly, "Thank you sir. I hope you enjoyed your
visit". "Yes. Thank you", John replied and headed for the door. "Come again
soon", John heard a voice say. Looking over to the manager's office he saw
Debbie standing in the doorway. He smiled and waved. He had every intention
of returning.
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