2 comments/ 9769 views/ 7 favorites A Vacation at Stan's Harem By: JimGrinsted Arrangements Stan studied the fellow sitting opposite nervously fiddling with his cell phone. They were sharing a drink at the Pig & Thistle Tavern on Nassau Street in Lower Manhattan. His name was Colin Edwards: medium-height, athletic, wiry, two-day beard. He looked really tired. "Sorry," said Colin, grimacing as he put the phone away. "Seems I can never get away from work." "I know the feeling," sympathized Stan, now old and rich enough that he didn't have to worry about it. He got there by trading on Wall Street just as Colin was doing. Stan numbered among the lucky few who'd struck it rich - most of them go bust by age 35. The hours and stress are brutal either way. "Who do you work for?" asked Stan. "Brooklyn-Goldberg." "Doing alright?" "Yeah, I'm doin' OK," Colin said, sounding unconvinced. "But I need a vacation. I'm burning out." "I can tell. You must be hanging in there, though. I'm guessing you're about forty. Right?" "I'm 38. Why?" "Coz if you can stick it out to 40, then you'll probably succeed. My experience is three fourths of all traders have tossed it in by then. Taking a vacation is a good idea. Whaddaya have in mind?" "I'm thinking the Labor Day weekend," said Colin, happy to get to the matter at hand. "I can probably take Friday off, so that'd give me four days. I got these two buddies from high school. They're both blue collar guys, but we've kept in touch. Last thing I need is to travel with somebody who wants to talk business!" Stan ran through his sales pitch. "So I bought this old nursing home out in the holler, rural Pike County, and completely remodeled it into a resort/luxury hotel. It's 150 miles from the nearest commercial airport, but my Gulfstream can fly you into the nearby municipal field. I hire local girls. They're not all beauties, but they're entertaining, friendly, and very willing. I'll make sure there are at least twice as many girls as guys. I got a pool and tennis court on the property. There's a golf course down the road - for you it's free. You can play as much as you want. "I brought my chef with me from New York. Her name's Jemima and she's been working for me for thirty years. That's only because she's a really good cook! You'll eat like a king. We got a fully stocked bar - all you can drink. Though if all you wanna do is get drunk there certainly are cheaper places to do that. "And of course the girls are included in the price - all you can fuck and suck guaranteed. I can organize some games for you if you'd like." "So just what is the price?" inquired Colin, skeptically. "$48,000 for you. That includes free round trip rides on my Gulfstream from Teterboro Airport to Pike's Field. And then $12,000 for each additional person, So the total for three comes to $72,000, but I'll give you a 10% discount. So call it $64K. Four days, three nights, free transport, lodging, good food, sports, and at least six women at your beck and call at all times. All inclusive. You get yourself to Teterboro, NJ, and after that you can leave your wallets at home." Stan had quickly summed the numbers in his head. The single biggest expense was the plane ride - that'd set him back about $15,000. Including that, he anticipated total expenses at $45K, which means he'd make $19K profit. Colin didn't need to think about it for very long. "So what's next?" "You'll need to pay me 50% asap, and the remainder is due a week before." He went through the payment, cancellation and refund policies. "What time do we need to be at Teterboro?" "You tell me! To get the most out of your visit the earlier the better. But the plane will leave whenever you're ready. And likewise for the return - whenever you wanna go, that's when you'll go." "One more thing," said Colin as they got up to leave. "I'm not telling my buddies how much this costs. I'm gonna ask them for a thousand bucks each. They don't need to know that I'm paying a lot more than that." "Got it," said Stan, smiling. He had more faith in Colin now - generous people are usually successful people. Melanie Melanie sat in the Cadillac Escalade waiting for Mr. Stan's Gulfstream to arrive at Pike County Field. A big girl - 5'8", muscular and big-boned - she looked older than her 24 years, with a plain face and stringy hair. She had a big ass and big tits, those being her best feature. "Do you live in Pike County?" Stan had asked when she interviewed. "I grew up here and then moved away to go to college. Now I'm back." "What did you do in college?" "I got my degree in computer science from State U. Then I found a job in Chicago and worked up there for a year. But I hated the city. I got really homesick, so last year I moved back in with Mom and my little brother. I love it here. I'm getting programming work on-line and can make money from home." "So why do you want to work here?" asked Stan, genuinely curious. "I don't like sitting at home all day. I like being around people. And I want to make a lot of money so I can build a house for myself and my family." Stan keyed her in on his laptop. Unlike his other employees she actually had a credit rating - and a good one at that. She even had a credit card. And Melanie had never been arrested, unusual for folks in the holler. "Do you have a driver's license?" She fished it out and handed it over. He looked up her record at the DMV - no citations, ever. This young woman had her head screwed on straight! He smiled at the thought. Could she get screwed the other way, too? Stan decided that beauty wasn't all that mattered. He needed an employee who was sober and reliable. Somebody he could trust with a Cadillac Escalade. "You understand that you'll be part of my harem, don't you? And I'll ask you to entertain my guests, and me, too." "Yes Sir." "Do you want to live here or at home?" "I'll live at home, Sir. But I can be here pretty much whenever you need me. As long as I can also do my programming job." "The salary is $1000 per week when you're here. You'll be paid more when we have guests. I'm assuming you'll only want to work like one week a month, or something? We can figure that out later." "That's fine, Sir." "When would you like to start?" "Right now is fine." "Cool!" Stan took her into the other room, stripped her naked and fucked her right there on the spot. He was always one to inspect the merchandise. And now, three months later, she was entrusted with the Escalade to pick up their visitors. Looking up she saw the Gulfstream enter the landing pattern, heading downwind. A few minutes later she drove out on the tarmac to meet the plane. They had a lot of luggage - three sets of golf clubs, tennis rackets, etc. The pilots transferred it from the plane to the car. She wore a short, black cocktail dress with matching sneakers. "I take it you're Colin? I'm Melanie." She offered her cheek for a kiss. He obliged. "Hi Melanie," he said, smiling. "These are my friends, Rod and Lorenzo." They both pecked her cheeks, behaving like gentlemen. Rod was a big guy, over six feet tall and slightly overweight. She learned later that he worked in construction. Lorenzo, short and stocky, was a foreman at a warehouse in New Jersey, managing guys driving forklifts and loading trucks. Colin sat in the front seat, the other two in the back. "Do you work at the ranch?" he asked. "Yes I do," she said, smiling. "I like your dress," he said, reaching over and putting his hand on her thigh. "Dear me. You'll get your way with me soon enough. But right now I'm driving." But she didn't push his hand away. Instead she just placed it on her knee where it wouldn't be so distracting. "In public you have to treat me like your mother." "I get it," he laughed. "But your knee is a lot sexier than my mom's." Rules Stan and Marsha were waiting for them as they pulled up the drive. Marsha (introduced in the story The Dinner Party by JimGrinsted) didn't look sexy at all. Colin thought she might be fifty, and she was definitely fat. Not dressed sexy either, wearing a work shirt and jeans. He scowled, unimpressed with either of the women on display. Marsha pushed a luggage cart, and along with Melanie started unloading the car. "Put the golf clubs in the front closet. Everything else can go to their rooms," ordered Stan, before greeting his guests. "Don't you have any bellhops here?" asked Colin. "All my employees here are women." Stan smiled. "And they all put out." "Not sure that's a good thing," muttered Colin under his breath. "Let me show you to your rooms. Take a few minutes to freshen up if you'd like, and then let's meet in the Library. Let's see - it's now just past eleven. I'll introduce the girls to you over lunch. I hope you're hungry." "I'm starving," said Rod. "And horny, too." "Ha! That'll have to wait till after lunch. But don't worry. We'll let you scratch any itch." Fifteen minutes later the guys were all assembled in the Library. "This is the business meeting," began Stan. "I need to go over a few rules. There are a total of eight women in the building this weekend, seven of whom are available to you. One of those includes Marsha, who you probably won't find attractive, but she's fuckable if you want her. She's our concierge, so if you have any lodging, food, or drink issues, please talk to her. So there are six girls here specifically for your pleasure. They'll be here day and night, all weekend. "The girls are all willing to fuck and suck. For the fuck part you have to wear a condom - for your protection and theirs. "All women have a right to say no. Our lady can refuse you if she really wants to. But she'll be fired if she does unless she's got a really good reason, so that won't happen. Nevertheless, around here, No means No. Stop and come complain to me. "The ladies are working for money. They all get a base salary, but they'll get extra if they make you happy. I decide how much extra they get. Please let me know what they've done for you so I can credit them." "Meals are at 8am, noon, and 6pm, unless you prefer otherwise." Colin interjected. "Actually, tomorrow morning we'd like to play golf. Could we get breakfast at six? So we can get out there before it gets too hot." "Yeah, sure. I'll let Marsha and Jemima know." Stan jotted down a note. "By the way, Melanie is a good golfer, and Mrs. D can also play the game. Jamie says she wants to learn. I've got extra clubs for them if you want. "Beyond that, Melanie, Terri, and Mrs. D. are pretty good at tennis, if you ever want to play doubles. "So now you need to decide on the dress code. This is entirely up to you, but my experience is it needs to be set up front. "One extreme is like a nudist colony - everybody is naked all the time. Personally, I think that's boring, but if that's what you want it's fine. "The other extreme is that boys wear clothes in all public spaces. And while the girls are sometimes naked, you let them dress up some of the time, too. "And then there are some intermediate choices. For example, the Pool Exception has the boys dressed in public except around the pool. So skinny dipping is allowed. "Or you can go for the Fuck Exception. Boys gotta be dressed, but as long as you're discreet (e.g., behind the bushes), you can fuck the lady anywhere on the property. "Whatever the rule is, it's best if you all agree to it in advance. Of course you can change it at any time by agreeing among yourselves and then telling me about it." The three guys looked at each other. "Frankly," said Colin, "I like you guys, but I didn't come here to see you naked." "But I like the Pool Exception," said Rod. "Skinny dipping with a naked girl is fun." "I agree," added Lorenzo. "And we definitely want the Fuck Exception." "The Fuck rule is a winner," agreed Colin, "I'm not too keen on the Pool Exception," "So you don't need to hang around the pool when we're skinny dipping," offered Rod. "Oh alright," conceded Colin. "But I'll propose another exception," said Lorenzo. "How about the Gangbang Exception? That says we can gangbang a girl anywhere on the property, public space be damned." "Hey, now that's cool!" agreed Rod. Colin high-fived his friend. Stan was the voice of reason. "So the Pool Exception and the Fuck Exception are approved. I'll go along with the Gangbang Exception, but you can't do it if you're drunk, and you can't hurt anybody. Again, don't forget, No means No. Is that understood?" They all agreed. None of them planned on drinking much. "So let me show you around the property before we go for lunch. "This is the Library. It's the only room with wireless access. Feel free to use it, but no working allowed. "You've already been to the lobby. It's a good meeting place. "Over here is the Great Room. We got a small stage here for striptease or other shows. The girls all have practiced strip routines - some of them are pretty good. There are a couple of card tables. You can play for monopoly money, or strip poker with your lady's clothes. We can even arrange slave auctions for you, again using monopoly money. We have a sound system in the corner. If you clear away the furniture there's a dance floor in the middle of the room. Over here is the dining room (described fully in The Dinner Party). There is one more rule - everybody has to be dressed in the dining room, boys and girls alike. That's for sanitary reasons. No shirt, no shoes, no panties, no service." They walked down a hallway toward a door outside. "Here's a unisex public washroom with showers. You'll find towels in there for use by the pool. "The door straight ahead leads outdoors. The hallway to the right leads to your rooms. You've already been there. "The hallway to the left leads to the girl's rooms. Our slogan here is There are no locked doors. That's not quite true - there are actually a lot of locked doors, to closets, work spaces, etc. But the girls' rooms are not locked. You can walk right in if you want to. "Do we need to knock first?" asked Lorenzo. "You can if you want, but you don't have to. "The only time a girl's room will be locked is if you or somebody else is already in there fucking her. That is, you can lock her room from the inside, but she's not allowed to lock it herself. "Let's step outside." They walked out the door between the two hallways. "You can see the pool over there. Courtesy says that you should shower before jumping in. By your rules, you're free to be naked over there. "Down there are the tennis courts. There are two of them. Balls and extra rackets are available in that little shed. "We have fifty acres of land, ten of which are manicured. The manicured part is sprayed for bugs - you should be safe. But the rest is woodland, and if you or your lady want to walk down there you need to dress appropriately - solid shoes, long pants, etc. We don't want anybody to get tick or bug bites. There's a little creek at the end of the property. "So I see it's twelve o'clock sharp. Time for lunch guys. And you get to meet the girls." "Bring it on," said Lorenzo. Introductions Three women were waiting for them in the Dining Room. "You've met Marsha already. She's our concierge. "Hello, Gents," she said. "Standing next to her is Jemima. She's our chef." She was a big, Black woman, about 60 years old. "Jemima's worked for me for a long time. She'll be feeding you all weekend. She's a great cook. But - I'm sorry to say this gentlemen - she's the only woman in the house who's not available." Exaggerated groans rose from the guests. "Hello, gentlemen," said Jemima, smiling. "Lunch today is a seafood taco containing fresh lobster and crab meat, and served with a spicy mole sauce. It will be followed by an apple-lime sherbet topped with fresh strawberries. I hope you enjoy it." "Thank you, Jemima," said Stan. "You may be excused now." Jemima returned to the kitchen. "The next woman goes by Mrs. D. How old are you, Mrs. D.?" "I'm 43." She looked good, too - even Colin agreed. The lady was stacked, accentuated by the sweater stretched tightly across her bosom. Her jeans fit snugly around voluptuous thighs. If she'd ever been pregnant you'd never know it from looking at her figure. Brunette hair fell to her shoulders. "Can you turn around so we can see you?" Rod asked. Mrs. D. obliged. Her butt looked firm and sexy, accentuated by the tight pants. Stan continued as if cross-examining a witness. "Are you married to Mr. D?" "Yes Sir. My husband's name is Earl. We're celebrating our 24th anniversary this year. Earl is a plumber and owns a contracting firm here in the holler." "Does Earl know you're working here?" "Of course, Sir. We discussed it for a long time, but finally decided this is for the best." "Do you have any children, Mrs. D.?" "Yes, we have three. Two boys and a girl. My oldest is finishing college. He's studying engineering. The middle child is working with his dad and hopes to take over the family business. The youngest is our daughter. Here name is Josephine - Jo for short. She's eighteen years old." Then came the money question. "You obviously have a happy and successful family. So can you explain why you are working here?" Mrs. D. fidgeted, embarrassed. "It's our daughter, see. Our sons are bright and on their way. They'll do fine. But Jo is borderline retarded. I mean she's not legally retarded, but just above the line. That means we can't get welfare services to support her. She can read, but only at the third grade level. And she can't balance a checkbook or anything. So we have to take care of her. "So our goal is to save enough money for her that she'll have something to live on when we're not around anymore. She lives at home and has no expenses. Any money she earns can be saved. If she works here for five years she'll have $250,000 in the bank, not counting interest. "So I'm here just to help her out and make sure she's OK. And the money I make can also go into her trust fund." Colin was deeply moved. "You'd do that for your daughter?" "Yes. I would. And my husband agrees with me." "Can Jo give consent?" Stan asked. "Does she understand what happens here, and could she say No if she wanted to?" "Yes, she can," answered Mrs. D. "We've discussed this with her at length. We are convinced she knows what's going on and agrees with this plan. She understands money enough to know that what we save now is what she can spend later." "Since Mrs. D. is working here anyway, we've appointed her as our den mother," Stan explained. "While Marsha serves as the concierge for you, Mrs. D. does the same for the girls. She makes sure they have clothes and make-up and condoms and the stuff they need to make you happy. Of course she's perfectly happy to make you happy herself if you just ask. Isn't that so, Mrs. D.?" "Yes Sir. Absolutely." She smiled broadly while looking Rod in the eye. "You'll get to meet Jo in a minute. But first I'd like to introduce Melanie and Jamie." The two women walked in from the kitchen. "Melanie you've already met. "How old are you, Jamie?" "I'm nineteen, Sir." "How long have you been working here?" "About a year now, Sir. I actually live in this house." "Why'd you start working here, Jamie?" "My mama got me here, Sir. Marsha is my mama." (From the story The Dinner Party Jamie is described as: 'Short and plump described her better than big, though she'd be as fat as her mother in a few years. Also, while cute, beautiful didn't fit. Her face was plain, with an acne-scarred complexion. But now she radiated youth, and came with big tits and a big smile. She'd dressed in a modest skirt with a blouse buttoned to the collar, and pumps sporting two-inch heels. That, some cheap jewelry and too much makeup made her look sexy as hell.') A Vacation at Stan's Harem "So we've got two mother/daughter pairs in the house this weekend," Stan observed. "Is that cool or what." "Sure is," said Lorenzo. "Might even convince me to try and do Marsha." "Maybe not," whispered Colin. "Jo, can you come in please?" Stan requested. Jo walked in from the kitchen. "You can go stand next to your mother. Jo was, put bluntly, beautiful. Right-sized natural tits, beautiful legs, a great figure, a clear complexion, and a pretty face topped with nicely styled, brown hair. "I think I know who's gonna get gang-banged," whispered Lorenzo. "Yeah," agreed Rod. Colin just stared, speechless. "How old are you, Jo?" "I'm eighteen, Sir." "And do you know what you're expected to do this weekend?" "Yes Sir. I am supposed to fuck and suck these three boys." "And you know what that means and that's alright with you." "I know what that means. I've done it before. It's not bad. I need the money for when I get old. And my mom is here to protect me." She hugged her mother. "And finally, two other girls who have been with us since we started. Terri and Erin, can you come in please?" Two attractive women walked in. "Terri, how old are you?" "I'm 28, Sir. I have a four-year-old son, and when I'm not here I work as a waitress down at the diner." She wore her uniform: a simple white dress, tailored at the waist, with the hem down to the knees. She sported a pink apron, along with white sneakers. "And Erin, please tell us about yourself." "Yes. My name is Erin. I'm a senior at the state college, majoring in communication. I will graduate in May. We get this weekend off, so I thought I'd come and play with you guys and make a little extra money. I'm 21 years old and I've never had any kids." Erin dressed like a cheerleader, rocking a mini-skirt, knee socks, and a blouse tied under her bosom showing off a bare midriff. Colin thought she had the prettiest thighs in the room. There were ten seats around the table. Stan sat at the head, with the men spread around. Six girls sat between them, while Marsha served as the waitress for the entire meal. But at the beginning Melanie and Mrs. D. helped her serve everybody before sitting down. Hide & Seek Lunch was delicious. Mr. Stan hadn't lied about the quality of the food. There weren't any leftovers, but nobody was leaving the table hungry, either. "Alright, ladies," Stan announced. "Please stand in a line and let our guests get a look at you." The women rose from their seats and took their places at the end of the room. "You've had a tour of the building and grounds," continued Stan. "You should know your way around. So to make it more interesting we'll give the girls a ten-minute head start. Then it's a game of hide & seek. If you find a girl you can fuck her on sight, or you can bring her back here for safekeeping. If you collect two or three you can take them all back to your room for an orgy. Is that a plan?" "Yeah," said Rod, smiling. "Alright, ladies. You know the rules. You can hide in any space our guests can visit. No locked doors. On your mark. Get set. "Go!" Ten minutes seems like a very long time. But Marsha served them a refreshing sherbet to pass the time. Eventually they were let loose. Colin wanted to find Jo, but first he needed to take a leak. He headed for the unisex washroom, checking all the stalls to see if anybody hid there. No joy. Then he went to the library. As he walked in he saw Jo, her waist encircled by Lorenzo's arm. "How'd you find her so quick?" Colin asked, pissed. "Just luck, I guess. She was hiding behind that sofa over there. Good thing I walked around the whole room." Colin thought briefly about pulling rank. After all, he'd paid for most of this and should get first shot at the pretty girl. But that wasn't the deal - he'd get his chance at her soon enough. He forced a smile. "Enjoy. Is there anybody else in the room?" "If I'd found anybody I'd have her on the other arm. But look around - there are a lot of hiding places in here. I almost missed Jo." His hand now rested on her ass under her skirt. Colin quickly circled the room looking for pussy. Finding none he decided to look outside. Passing the dining room he saw Mrs. D talking to Stan. "Is she already spoken for?" Colin asked. "Yeah," answered Stan. "Rod brought her here for safekeeping. Guess he wants two girls." "Sorry, Mr. Colin," said Mrs. D, smiling. "Some other time. Soon, I hope." Colin walked outside, surprised by the heat and humidity. Somehow it felt good. He headed toward the pool to check out the pool house. And sure enough, behind it hid Rod and Erin, making out. He held her pinned against the wall, his hands massaging her tits through her clothes. The cheerleader's skirt already lay pooled at her ankles. "Mrs. D is waiting for you," teased Colin, startling them both. "I'll go get her in a minute. Whaddaya think of this Erin bitch? Ain't she cute?" "Yeah. Sure do. Wish I'd found her myself. But she'd look better naked." Rod stepped back to give her room. "You heard the guy. Strip." If she was nervous about it, it didn't show. Erin unfastened the knot that held her blouse in place, then slipping it off her shoulders. The bra fell off next, revealing bulbous, youthful, breasts. Finally, ankles as close together as possible, she slid the pantie down her thighs, lifting her feet to remove it. Apart from shoes and jewelry, that left her completely nude. "Wow!" said Colin, in awe. That beautiful pair of thighs were attached to a super-cute, tight little butt. "Let's go," ordered Rod, obviously eager to get his load off. Erin started to dress again. "No, you don't need that. Leave your clothes here. You can get them later." Colin turned to find his own girl. He looked round the pool house. Finding nobody, he headed for the tennis courts. Coming round the corner of the storage shed he caught sight of Jamie. Damn! he thought. I don't want to blow my first wad with her. He quickly backed off, hiding behind the shed hoping that she hadn't seen him. When the coast was clear he scurried back up the hill toward the house. The next place to check was the girls' bedrooms. They weren't labeled. He opened the first door. It turned out to be Marsha's room-fortunately empty. There were a bunch of old grandma clothes on the bed. The room had been personalized, with photos on the nightstand. It was obvious Marsha lived here full-time. The room next door was Jamie's-similarly empty, and likewise an apartment rather than a temporary room. Jamie's room was a mess. The room after that looked empty at first glance. But then he saw somebody hid carefully under the covers on the bed, making it look like the bed was unmade. It was either Terri or Melanie, and at this point Colin didn't care who. He shut the door behind him and quietly locked it. As he walked toward the bed he realized that the girl was asleep. How do you wake a sleeping girl when you don't know who she is? The sheet covered her face, but she lay sort of on her side, one leg extended, and the other knee bent to keep her off her stomach. Apart from the sheet her butt was exposed, and with effort he might even reach round to her crotch. So he could rouse her by fingering her anus, or perhaps by reaching between her legs to massage her pussy. Or he could tap her on the shoulder, or simply say hello to announce his presence. But that wouldn't be any fun. He went straight for the asshole. With his middle finger. It worked, too. Within a second Melanie threw the sheet off her face while rolling over to protect her bottom. She glared at him-angry, sleepy, scared-before smiling. "Is that the way you wake up a girl?" "In a brothel it is," he said, smiling back at her. "I never get a chance to do that in the real world. Sorry." "Alright. Just this once," she said, half joking. She was now completely tangled up in the blanket, almost immobile. Had Colin been into bondage he could have finished her off in no time. Instead he helped her get loose. She still wore the black cocktail dress. Not shy, Colin massaged the inside of her thigh, then pushed his hand to her crotch to finger her pussy. Her underwear got in the way. He pulled the pantie off her butt and down her thighs. She kicked it onto the floor. "Take off my shoes, socks, and pants." She rose from the bed and kneeled on the floor to untie the laces. As soon as his shoes were removed he lay down on the bed, his head on her pillow. She pulled his socks loose, and then straddling his legs with hers she undid the belt buckle and zipper. "Take off my shirt." It buttoned down the front. She started at the collar, leaning over him to see what she was doing. He took the opportunity to reach under her dress, lifting it up over her butt, and then unfastening the bra clasp. Her tits fell loose. He pulled the straps through the dress' sleeve holes, after which she removed it. He sat up slightly to let her pull the shirt off. He lay naked except for the boxers. She was clad only in her dress, now bunched up around her waist, revealing a clean but unshaven bush. "Blow me, girl." Carefully lifting the boxers over his hard cock, she began licking the tool, letting it bounce onto her lips and face. Then, taking the tip in her mouth, she started sucking. He responded by humping her, pushing her head down with his hand. He almost came in her mouth. "Stop." he said, urgently, before the point of no return. She efficiently put a condom on him. He pulled her on top of him, raising the dress to expose her boobs, massaging them aggressively. His dick found the hole. Slowly, slowly he worked inside, taking his time. Once up deep he just let it sit there, enjoying the warm sensation. He began to stroke her, gently moving in and out. He thought she was nearing orgasm. He kissed her deeply. Then he rolled her over and pounded the fucking shit out of her. They came together in one big orgiastic mess of sweat, semen, and saliva. Colin spent the night with Terri, the waitress. She was one pretty girl, and fun to be with. Because of her pregnancy she was looser than Melanie, but over all a really good lay. By 10 pm he was totally beat (he'd started the day at 6am in his New York office). He rolled over and fell asleep. Golf Colin woke at 5:30, before dawn. He thought about screwing the naked girl next to him, but decided there wasn't time. "Wake up, sleepy head. It's time for golf. You can go back to sleep in your room if you want to." Bleary-eyed, Terri pulled on some clothes and walked out the door. Colin pounded on Rod's door. "Time for golf, lazy bum." And he banged some more. Eventually the big dude opened up, ready to punch him in the nose. Jo lay naked on the bed. "Shit, man. I gotta fuck this bitch one more time. Can't you wait a minute?" "You can do her when we get back. Now you gotta get dressed. I'll see you in the dining room in twenty minutes." Something similar happened at Lorenzo's door, who'd apparently spent the night with Jamie. She's the one who eventually opened the door, naked. Doesn't look all that bad, thought Colin. "Hey, we're playing golf. You're coming along so you need to get dressed, too." He fondled her breasts to indicate the necessity. "And get that lazy lunk of lard outta bed, will ya?" "I'm coming. I'm coming," answered the reluctantly-awake Lorenzo from under the pillow. Colin then walked down the hall to Melanie's room, entering without knocking. "Hey, sweetie. I'm a gentleman today. I'm not gonna torture your asshole. But it's time to play golf. Get ready." She needed no encouragement, apparently as eager for the game as he. Told that Mrs. D's room was two doors down, again he walked in without knocking. She still slept, and he just couldn't resist groping those big boobs of hers. As good as a shake on the shoulder, he thought. "Time to wake up, Mrs. D," he said, shamelessly squeezing. She came to with a start, but quickly enough remembered the golf game. "We don't have time for nookie if breakfast is at six," she said, obviously misinterpreting his intentions. "I don't need no nookie now. Just wanted to make sure you're awake." She got one final pinch before he walked out. Breakfast included perfectly fried eggs, served with toasted, just-out-of-the-oven rye bread, a wonderful dish of roasted potatoes, and elegantly delicious Iberico bacon. Fresh-squeezed orange juice and excellent coffee topped off the meal. Stan joined them. Marsha served them. Jemima (who'd obviously been up since 4am) was given a round of applause. Melanie drove the Escalade. Colin took his golf game seriously, but he met his match in Melanie, who was a scratch golfer. Since six people is too big a group to play together, the two went ahead on their own. "How'd you get so good at golf?" "I played varsity in college," she said. "I thought about going pro. I even played in an LPGA tournament once and just missed the cut. My coach said I could make a living at it. But I didn't want to do that." "I can't believe you turned down a chance to go pro! Don't you regret your decision?" "No. No way! I don't like to travel. And I'm just not that competitive. I love playing the game, but that's it. Though I am good at it." She was, too. Colin admired her body. It hadn't seemed sexy before, but arms, legs, tits and ass all fit together in a way that made for the perfect golf swing. So lithe. So graceful. So powerful. He decided she was beautiful after all. Colin won the round, though he thought maybe she'd let him win. Flattery - that's what prostitutes do best. They played much faster than the foursome. Colin paced impatiently. "Can you drive me back to the ranch now? You can come back and get the slowpokes later." Now nearly 10am, already hot and humid, Colin was soaked through. He liked that. They got in the car, the air conditioner coming on as soon as she started the engine. "Turn that off. I like the heat." And he opened the window. Colin left his cleats at the front door and walked in stocking feet toward the girls' rooms. Really horny by now, he wondered who he could catch unawares. He went to the first girl's room that he'd never been to before, curious who'd be behind the door. He entered without knocking. Erin, surprised to see him, sat on the bed in her pajamas eating breakfast and watching TV. "I thought you were out playing golf?" "I was. Just got back." He felt cold as sweat dried in the air-conditioned room. He crossed the room to join her on the bed. Colin liked girls in pajamas. They were soft and cuddly, like hugging a sexy teddy bear. Erin's PJs were meant for comfort rather than seduction: loose fitting and modest, but she wore nothing underneath. Great fun exploring her body, imagining what she'd look like naked. Colin sat up on the bed and moved his feet to the floor. "Take off my socks..." She got down to obey. "...with your teeth." Erin looked at the sweat-soaked, grass-stained, stinky socks. Wasn't sure she wanted to do this. "Don't worry. Just pheromones. That's all it is." "Phero-what?" she asked. "Pheromones. It's what men give off in their sweat glands to appeal to women. That's why boys and girls smell different." He grinned at her. She got down on her knees, putting her face to the floor. Gingerly she bit at the sock, grabbing a corner that was relatively clean. And she pulled. Wouldn't budge. It was sweat-stuck to his foot. "You'll have to pull it down from the top," he suggested, helpfully. Biting at his ankle, she gingerly caught the sock between her teeth and pulled it down. And then off. She spit onto a tissue. The procedure was repeated with the second sock. "Cool," he said, undoing his belt and releasing the buckle on his pants. She couldn't have done that with her teeth. "Now take off my pants." He lay flat on his back on the bed. He felt her lips feel for the zipper. His dick rose to meet the challenge. The zipper-thingy became a moving target forcing her to use her face to hold it steady. It got him really hard. Finally lips grabbed the zipper and it came undone. She pushed her face against his tool while her hands reached for the waistband. She pulled down both his pants and his jockstrap, simultaneously taking his dick in her mouth. Wow! Did this girl know how to suck! He watched her head bob up and down. But he didn't want to come in her mouth. He pulled her off of him. "Lose the pajamas," he ordered. She obeyed, showing firm tits, a trimmed pussy, and beautiful thighs. He stripped down and pulled her on top of him, pleased to discover she was already wet. It was like pumping tight margarine. Soft and gooey, comfy and cozy. It didn't take long, good for a birdie. Some guys enjoy a cigarette after sex. But Colin didn't smoke. Other fellows like to cuddle and spoon. He wasn't the romantic type. Many just fall asleep. But after golf he wasn't sleepy. For Colin nothing was more fun than the post-coital trophy walk. Parading the bonked bitch around naked tickled his funny bone. "You can wear your shoes," he conceded. "But nothing else." She scowled, but obeyed. He escorted the buff broad to the front door to await the foursome. They didn't have to wait long. They piled like sweat out of the Escalade, pulling clubs out of the back. Lorenzo, who'd been paired with Jamie, couldn't take his eyes off of Erin. "Hey, I already fucked her for you," laughed Colin. "But you can get sloppy seconds if you want." Lorenzo did. He dropped his clubs on the drive to claim his prize with a paw on her butt. Tennis Late that afternoon, perhaps an hour before sunset, the guys got together to play some tennis. Doubles are more fun, so they rounded up Melanie, Mrs. D, and Terri as partners. Melanie brought some drinks and snacks that she laid out on a picnic blanket on the grass. Colin wanted to play with Melanie, but that didn't work too well. Or maybe it just worked too well. For Colin played varsity tennis in college, and so had Melanie. Indeed, ever the athlete, she probably was more skillful than anyone. Playing together rendered them unbeatable and the competition wasn't much fun. So Colin got stuck with Mrs. D, while Lorenzo paired with Melanie. Rod played with Terri. Mrs. D. tried hard. "You're pretty good at tennis," said Colin, stretching the truth. "Where'd you learn?" "My husband and I play every week when we can." Colin imagined they just volleyed back and forth. "You might play better if you took off your panties," he said with a big grin. She grimaced and then smiled. The pantie got hung on the fence. The other guys took the hint, and Melanie and Terri dropped their shorts. Melanie was not one to let modesty get in the way of a good tennis game. She served up pussy along with aces, and nothing could beat her bare-bottomed backhand. Colin found it distracting to play against her. Terri, on the other hand, tried to keep her nether parts under her too-short skirt. "That's pretty lame, Terri," complained Rod when she missed an easy shot. "You shoulda made that ball." The advice didn't yield the desired effect. Rod got more serious. "We're gonna make you play naked if you don't put some heart in it." Terri lost her scruples, letting her skirt fly up around her waist on every return. Mrs. D's skirt was too long for much to happen. So Colin helped her out. During breaks in the play he squeezed her bare bottom, or lifted the hem to show off her bush. She didn't mind. He thought about asking her to go topless. But without the sports bra she couldn't have played very well-and he still wanted to win. A Vacation at Stan's Harem They played round robin, with the first team to win three games being the winner. To keep it fair the winner of each game had to sit out the next match. So far, Melanie & Lorenzo had won two games. Colin & Mrs. D had won one, and now in their match with Rod & Terri they were ahead. "Do you see what I see?" exclaimed Lorenzo from the sidelines. They followed his eyes to look. Rod let out a low whistle. Colin got hard as a rock. Jo had left the house and was walking across the grounds toward the tennis courts. Dressed for dinner, she wore a long skirt (with a slit to hi-thigh) and a blouse buttoned to the collar. Her hair was primped and styled, and she sported lipstick, jewelry and makeup. Classy, black pumps finished off the look. The tennis game was forgotten. As Jo approached the courts, walking alongside the fence, the men went to meet her. Rod stood in front of her, blocking her way. Lorenzo placed himself aside her, facing the fence, effectively pinning her against it. And Colin stood behind her, preventing a retreat. There she was, a stupid little girl surrounded by three very horny guys. Mrs. D looked on, concerned. "Hi sweetie," said Rod, smiling, towering over her. "Hello," she said, softly. "You look very pretty today," offered Lorenzo. Jo looked at him nervously, not saying anything. Colin, also silent, let his hard-on rest against her butt. She instinctively moved away. "Please don't mess up my clothes," she begged, perhaps looking for an out. "Don't worry about your clothes," said Mrs. D from the other side of the fence. "That's Mr. Stan's problem, not yours." There was no hope for the silly girl now. Colin found the hook at the back of her skirt. He took his time undoing it, exploring her butt first. Rod undid the third button on her blouse-the one that covered her bosom. Before releasing the others he pulled the garment out from the waistband. Lorenzo took her hand and used it to massage his dick. The skirt fell to the grass. Colin reached round and felt for her bush under the pantie, which soon pooled around her ankles. Rod released all the buttons and then pushed her bra off her breasts, massaging them vigorously. It was Colin who unfastened the bra. Lorenzo freed her hand long enough to help pull the blouse off. He tossed the clothes aside. The girl stood naked, with three hard dicks gently poking at her. Lorenzo, again holding her hand, pulled her out of the scrum toward the picnic blanket. Colin took to follow, but Mrs. D, who'd come round the fence, stopped him. "You'll get your turn with her. But now it's my turn with you." She walked him over to a park bench along the path. He started massaging her ample boobs. He looked over at Lorenzo, who had laid Jo spread-eagled on the blanket and was now dropping his pants. It was a sight to behold-the little, plump foreman, strong but ungraceful, trying to ram his way up Jo's luv hole. Both he and Mrs. D found it funny. Colin glanced toward Rob, sitting on a park bench across the way. Melanie was naked on her knees unbuckling his belt. "Get naked and blow me off," ordered Colin, inspired. Mrs. D didn't hesitate, and finally those bodacious boobs popped out. Colin grabbed a handful. The skirt fell to ground. The missus paused and smiled for a minute, twirled a 360 just to show off, and then crouched down to business. She undid his pants and exposed his cock. She stroked it and licked it. He leaned back on the bench and watched Melanie. Mrs. D finally took his tool in her mouth, slowly pumping. Colin was horny as hell. He tried to focus on Melanie. It didn't work-Mrs. D got him going. He barely noticed it when Rod pushed Melanie away to claim his turn at Jo. He pulled up his britches and waddled over for sloppy seconds. Colin paid no more attention to anything except those tits bouncing against his thighs, and the lips and tongue stroking his cock. He pushed her head down and started pumping her himself. The dam burst. Gallons of cum (or so it seemed) flooded her gullet. The bitch started coughing-wrong tube or something. Colin released his grip and let her escape, just as the last bits of spunk shot out. Missed her mouth and instead landed in her eyes and hair. Looked beautiful. "Don't wipe your face," he commanded, smiling. She obeyed. Meanwhile Rod grunted his way to satisfaction. Melanie had got him hard-all Jo had to do was finish him off. Didn't take long. He lay in a heap on top of her in post-coital relaxation. She could barely breathe. Lorenzo pushed him off. "Your turn," he said, looking at Colin. "Tell you what," answered Colin. "I'll pass for now, but I get dibs on both Mrs. D and Jo for tonight. Is that OK?" Having just stuffed her mother's throat, there was no way he'd get it off on Jo right now. At his gesture Mrs. D rose, a sight to behold, with cum dripping out of her mouth, and decorating her eyes and bangs. "Oh, alright," said Rod, laughing. "Just this once. But you've ruined a good gangbang." Jo looked bonked and sore. She was naked, her make-up smeared, and her hair completely mussed. Mrs. D looked like a whore. Melanie was naked but otherwise clean. Only Terri still had her clothes on, sans pantie of course. Melanie told Terri to clean up after them as the other girls and guys marched up the hill toward the house. Stan met them at the door, admiring the naked girls and the guys' good work. Colin took both Jo and her mom to bed with him that evening, shooting his wad three times. In the evening he had Mrs. D suck him again, but he banged it out in Jo. Awake in the middle of the night he reversed the roles. Jo wasn't as talented with the blow jobs as her mother, but it still didn't take him long to cum in mama's love box. And finally, come dawn, he just rolled on top of Jo and managed to do it yet again. After that he was so spent he couldn't have fathered a child even if an ovulating Venus had offered herself naked for the taking. November It was a dreary, rainy morning in the holler. The pool had been closed a month ago, and the tennis courts hadn't been used in a week. Stan sat in his little office next to the kitchen trying to get things straight. Concentrating, he didn't notice the visitor at the door. "Melanie!" he said, looking up. "I'm glad to see you. I got four guys coming from Texas in a couple of weeks. They're from the oil patch and they're staying for five days. I need you to handle the Escalade and to help me organize this. I'm gonna need eight girls. ..." "Mr. Stan, I need to tell you something." "...Erin's not available. She's in school and can't take the time off. I'm not sure about Mrs. D and Jo. I definitely need some help. I'm hoping you and Marsha can help me find some girls." "Mr. Stan, please listen for a minute." That shut him up. She held up her left hand. "What the hell did you go buy a fake diamond for?" asked Stan, surprised. "It's not fake. It's a real diamond." She moved closer so Stan could better see. His face showed surprise, curiosity and disappointment in equal measure. It was a very big diamond. "So? Who gave you the diamond? And why?" he asked, nonplussed. "I'm engaged to be married. Is that so hard to believe?" "Yes,...uh, I mean no. It's just such a surprise. I was counting on you. Who's the lucky guy?" "Do you remember Colin from last September?" "Yeah. Of course I remember Colin. But I didn't know you'd been seeing him." "Well, I have. We're gonna buy the golf course." "The golf course? Doesn't he have a job on Wall Street? What's he gonna do? Just throw it away?" "He's made enough money that he can retire and not have to work anymore. And Mr. & Mrs. Burrell want to retire. We got the golf course here for cheap. Colin's got to work in New York for another 15 months. But we'll close on the golf course in January. The Burrells will stay on to manage the place for a year, while teaching me the business. Then he's gonna move here, we're gonna build ourselves a house and raise a family." Stan was speechless. "Wow!" He was still worried about his immediate problem. "But who's gonna handle my guests? I need somebody who is smart enough to take some responsibility. You're the only one." "I'm certainly going to help you out. After all, your clients are very important for the golf course. I'll do whatever I can to help you be successful. I can certainly work with you and Marsha to find people. "But I can't be a prostitute anymore. That's the one thing I can't do." "I guess that means you can't drive the car for me, either?" He looked deflated. "No, I don't think that would work," she laughed. "But I have a suggestion for you." "What?" "Has Mrs. D talked to you recently?" "No, I haven't seen her since September. I need to call her up." "Yeah, you should do that. She and Earl are getting a divorce. Earl's a drunkard and she's just not putting up with it anymore. His business is going down the tubes. They're gonna have to sell their house. So she needs a place to live." "Well, she could live here," joked Stan, laughing. "That's exactly what she was thinking. She and Jo." He stared at Melanie just to see if she was serious. She looked back without smiling. "Mrs. D may not be all that smart, but she is trustworthy. She could drive the Escalade. You wouldn't have any problems with that." "No, I wouldn't," said Stan. And then he felt a jolt of testosterone. He'd never had a chance to fuck either Mrs. D or Jo. They were only on the property when he had guests, and one of his rules was never fuck the help when there are customers about. But if they lived here-well, of course that's partly how they'd pay the rent. He began to like this idea. A couple weeks later Mrs. D pulled the Escalade up to the tarmac at Pike County Field. She looked skyward for signs of Mr. Stan's Gulfstream. Her daughter Jo sat in the back seat. She'd come along for the ride. The stupid girl probably didn't totally understand just what was gonna happen to her in the next few minutes.