The Neighborhood: Part 16 [MF][Exh][Fdom][Mdom][Oral][Orgy][MC][SciFi]

The Neighborhood: Part 16 [MF][Exh][Fdom][Mdom][Oral][Orgy][MC][SciFi]

**A brief recap:** Colin Turner was a middling sad-sack with failing marriage, who stumbled into a dream job based on some research he wrote years ago. He took a job with Fenris, a company with its own little enclave in Wolfsburg, CA, and its own peculiar work ethics. Fortunately, he had the sly and sexy Janelle, his hiring advisor, to act as his guide as he acclimated. He moved into a large house in the neighborhood with his wife Alison, and becomes involved in a company project involving wristbands that can alter behavior, within limits, based on keywords of phrases. Over time, Colin learned to enjoy his newfound freedom, his expanding desires, and to leverage the behavioral technology he has near-unfettered access to live out his fantasies. His sister-in-law, Stella, recently moved in, and after a little lip service from Janelle, is soon to work in his office. Now Colin and Alison face unknown expectations at a recently not-as-retired-as-thought executive’s country estate.

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**Chapter 34: A Little Afternoon Entertainment**

Colin and Clark’s discussion had been both surprising and enlightening. More than a few things had been in motion without him, some of them inside his own office, but he also had some clear-cut goals he had to pursue in a fairly short span of time if everything was going to work out for the best. Clark’s solution was multi-pronged, strategic, and to Colin’s relief, still gave Hanna Harrowman some choice in how she would be taken out of the picture. From a business perspective, it wasn’t nearly as ruthless as Colin would have guessed at first.

Colin was feeling a little tipsy toward the end of his discussion, having a had nothing but a couple cocktails before lunch, but he was saved from a third by the wives returning from their walk. Tabitha apparently instinctually knew when the business conversation would wrap up, appearing just minutes after the two men had a solid plan. Colin found himself wondering if Alison would be like that someday.

The four of them played croquet, drank some more over a light lunch, and moved on to doubles tennis. Oddly enough, the hosts had tennis whites that fit both Alison and Colin perfectly. After tennis, Colin and Alison went back to their guest room, nearly stunned by the size and opulence. The guest bath alone was larger than their master bedroom at their house, and their master bedroom was gigantic. They found their luggage in the closet, and all their clothes hung up or placed in dressers. Colin noticed everything had been pressed as well.

“I haven’t played tennis in years.” Alison said, rubbing her thighs. “I am definitely out of practice.”

“It was friendly game, at least.” Colin said. “Though I was distracted by you in that little white tennis skirt.”

“*Really*?” She said, raising and eyebrow and walking toward him. “I like *you* in these little tennis shorts, myself.” She playfully slapped his ass. “What if, tomorrow, if they ask us to play again, I go like this?”

“Like what?” Colin asked. Alison stepped back and reached under her skirt, pulling down her white sport shorts, her panties along with them. She stepped out of the shorts and he smiled. “I don’t see what the problem is, Alison.” He smiled. “You’re still *perfectly* respectable.”

“I suppose you’re right. And this is *much* cooler, more comfortable…more of breeze.” She flapped the hem of her skirt, as if airing herself. Colin caught a glimpse of her bare hip, a little of her bush. “But then, what if I need to pick up a tennis ball?” She bent over at the waist, picking up her shorts and underwear, her ass in full view with just a bit of her pussy in sight. He felt himself getting hard.

“That really isn’t a problem for me.” Colin said, stepping closer. Alison stood up and tossed her bottoms in the corner of the room.

“You wouldn’t find it more difficult to play with this,” she stroked the front of his shorts, “getting in the way?”

“Hmm…” He groaned lightly. “I think our host would be distracted as well, so it could work out in our favor.”

“I’d do it, you know.” She said. “I’ve seen the way he looks at me, and I’ve realized I kind of *like* showing off.” She undid his shorts, easing everything off so his cock sprang free.

“I might hold you to that, Alison.” He smiled as she gripped him in her soft hand.

“Have I disappointed you yet?” She said, and slid down to her knees. She took him in her mouth and worked him for a minute before bending over an arm chair and flouncing up her tennis skirt as she spread her legs. He knew he looked ridiculous in sneakers and a tennis shirt, but he plunged into his wife with abandon. She *wanted* it. He hadn’t used a single command on her. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t had a sex life prior to Wolfsburg, but this version of Alison enjoyed sex, pursued sex, and while the methodology was technologically based, he was glad he could give her an orgasm so easily.

“*Do you want my cock?*” He asked, slowly fucking her from behind. She quivered at the words, and she felt tighter as he started increasing his pace. “Say it.” He said. He was honestly curious about what would happen next after yesterday’s sex.

“Yes.” She moaned. “I want your co—fuck!” Her shook with pleasure. “I…” She huffed. “Want…” She struggled with the words. “Your cock! Fuck! Fuuu—!” She let out a strained gasp of pleasure, rocking against him as she came. He only managed a few more pumps before he started coming himself, collapsing against her as he gave a couple final thrusts, his semen spilling out of her onto the bottom interior of the tennis skirt.

“Fuck.” He sighed, standing up and clutching his slick penis. “I made a mess on your clothes.”

“Mmm.” She said, wiping herself with the skirt before standing. “It’s probably why they’re white.” She laughed. She walked into the bathroom and started peeling off her outfit, leaving it on the floor. Her sports bra followed it and she turned back to look at him. “Are you going to help me shower or just stand there playing with yourself?” Colin studied his nude wife. She had only the slightest trace of tanlines, obviously spending a lot of time naked by the pool these days. She was a bit flushed from the sex, but she looked more beautiful—sexy—than he could remember, even their wedding night when she’d worn some very naughty lingerie that had only made appearances on their anniversaries. Her light brown bush was a tight triangle that highlighted her pussy—pointing right to her sex—and he could see the traces of his come on her inner thighs. “You’re staring.” She said, blushing a bit, but she was still confident. And Colin was hit with the realization that *that* was the key. She’d always been nervous, been oddly jealous, been unsure of herself, particularly when it came to sex, her body. The lingerie on their anniversary was solely because she expected him to want it. Now? She’d probably wear anything he asked. She was a bit of a mess from the sex, but hadn’t really expressed anything in the way of being self-conscious about it. She would probably wear nothing at all.

“If I could fuck you again right now, I would.” She smiled as he said it. He meant it. He was understanding what Fenris was getting at—what his project was getting at. No hang-ups. No worries. Maybe it would be different for other people, but Alison seemed happy for once, and it wasn’t the sex—or *just* the sex. She was still the same woman—at heart—he met and married, but a version of herself. “Start the shower up. I’ll be in there in a moment, but let me finish getting undressed.” He started stripping as she went into what turned out to be a shower with a dozen pulsing sprayers and three showerheads. He couldn’t let someone take this away from him. He wouldn’t allow it.

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**Chapter 35: Colin’s Not Invited**

They took a nap in the afternoon, naked and clean, enjoying the ridiculously luxurious sheets in their room. Alison woke Colin with a slow but building handjob. She moved to start blowing him when there was a knock at the door to their suite.

“Hold that thought.” Alison said, giving his cock a playful lick before climbing out of the bed and walking to the door. She swung the door wide open, surprising the blonde servant by standing there in the nude. The servant glanced behind Alison, seeing Colin sitting up in bed with an erection.

“My apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Turner. I’m supposed to tell you that dinner is one hour. Cock—*ahem*—cocktails and light appetizers, will be served before.”

“Is that all?” Alison asked. The woman nodded. “Thank you, then. I need to return to blowing my husband.” The woman looked as if she was about to speak, but Alison closed the door on her. Colin held himself for a few seconds, but started laughing.

“She’s just a servant, Allie, honestly!” He laughed. “Be *nice* to the help.” She walked back to the bed, looking mischievous.

“I didn’t see you rush to cover up.” She teased his balls and stroked his cock. “Besides, you know those women are hired for more than being servants, right? It’s obvious.”

“Is it?” He asked. “And what if she offered to join us?”

“Would you have liked that?” Alison asked. “I could probably still catch up with her.” He blinked, unsure what he should say. “Shh…” She hushed him. “Whether you’re with me or someone else…I know who you want to come home to.” She lowered her lips to his cock and started blowing him, and a minute later he came hard all over the sheets. “Well, after this mess, I doubt she’ll be offering to join us.” She got off the bed and pulled the sheet off, balling it up onto the floor. “Why don’t you get dressed and head out. I’ll be along in a few minutes.”

“Are you sure?” Colin asked. “I could help you…?”

“I want to make myself pretty, and don’t need the distraction.” She said, tapping his penis. “Get dressed. Go have a drink—and light appetizers, apparently.” Colin did as she asked, dressing casually, but resort casual. He met Clark out in the main room, Tabitha draped over his lap, saying something in his ear. She was back in her flouncy white dress, and the way she was leaning against her husband, a *lot* of cleavage was showing. Colin made a polite noise to announce his presence. Tabitha clambered off her husband and smoothed her dress.

“Colin!” She smiled brightly, walking over, her heels clicking on the floor with her smooth movement. She leaned in and kissed him on each cheek, squeezing his arm before backing off. “I hear we interrupted your *nap* with our dinner announcement.” She smiled.

“We…well…yes. I think Alison caused more of a disturbance with your staff than the woman did with us.”

“Well, based on what I heard from Vanessa, maybe *I’ll* come by and wake you for breakfast tomorrow.” Tabitha laughed. “Oh, look at you! Embarrassed for having sex with your wife? Really? Bravo, I say. It’s the sign of a strong relationship.”

“It wasn’t quite sex.” Colin said, trying to take a little initiative. That only made Tabitha smile more.

“Darling, leave the poor man be. She’s *teasing* you, Colin. That’s what she enjoys most in this world…being a tease.” Colin watched Tabitha’s smile tighten at the edges, but she let out a breath.

“Well, drinks, shall we? We’re having Italian, so I suggest an Aperol Spritz, or something with Campari, maybe?” Colin took an offered negroni from the blonde servant—Vanessa, apparently—who walked in a minute later. The drink was bitter but refreshing. The servant waited off to the side as the couple and Colin engaged in polite banter. “There she is—lovely!” Tabitha gave a little clap. Colin turned to see his wife walk in the room wearing a burgundy sleeveless dress that flared at the waist, showing a hint of cleavage, and finished with strappy heels. The way she’d tied back her hair showed off her lithe neck, and Colin smiled as she looked at him. Tabitha walked over and greeted her, complimenting her dress, and led her to a drink.

The men sat across from the women at the dining table, and Colin supposed it was for the best, since he would have been too tempted by his wife. Dinner was fantastic, fresh pasta, a light meat course, and excellent wine. He was feeling pleasantly boozy, but not tipsy.

After dinner, Alison went off with Tabitha for another drink by the pool—girl talk again—to hear Tabitha tell it. Colin realized there was more to it when Clark invited him back to his study. The ‘study’ was about the same size as Colin’s main floor of his house—which was pretty sizable in its own right—it wouldn’t have been unfair to call it a library in some small towns.

“You’ll be happy to know I got a call from Janelle just a bit ago.” Clark said.

“Really? Happy about what?”

“Your sister-in-law? It’s a done deal, apparently.”

“Oh.” Colin said flatly. “I, well, I assumed it would happen.” He’d given Stella the instructions, though, now that he thought about it, he wondered why it took so long. He just hadn’t thought Janelle would step in to the process.

“Indeed. Janelle tells me your software upgrades worked wonders on the young woman. She was putty in her hands, though Janelle really doesn’t need assistance in *that* department.” He chuckled.

“Wait.” Colin nearly sputtered. “Janelle *used* the bracelets? On Stella?”

“Janelle is keyed in to almost *everything* at Fenris. She’s not just an onboarding representative, you know.” Colin honestly hadn’t given it that much thought, though he realized he’d been selling Janelle short on her looks alone—she’d really done a lot for him since he’s been with the company. “Janelle wanted a little first-hand experience at what you’ve been up to.”

“I, um, look, I’ve been testing some things, and—.”

“Colin, really.” Clark held up his hand, pouring two Scotches and handing one off to Colin while pointing him to a high-back leather club chair. “We’re both men of means. You may be *new* to it all, but your future rests with Fenris. You used our tools for sex.” He held up a hand before Colin could protest, taking a long sip of his Scotch. “The sexual elements of the bracelets aren’t *side* effects, you know—they’re a key function we’ve been working along with everything else. You’re *curiosity*—let’s call it—led to some significant breakthroughs in the application of the software and networking. That’s something to *proud* of. Besides, we’re past the point of embarrassment on your desires. A sister-in-law? That’s so damned vanilla, I don’t know whether to be impressed by your restraint or embarrassed. Your secretary, some HR trysts, some mid-level manager you commute with? I know it all. Janelle is only *one* set of eyes and ears.”

“You’ve been spying on me?” Colin felt a little betrayed, but then he realized Clark hadn’t mentioned Kristie the lab assistant. Maybe they weren’t tracking everything.

“*Monitoring*.” Clark corrected. “Don’t make it sound so sinister. We’re making sure you *adjust* appropriately. Some men lose themselves in the sex—the sheer opportunity—and even without your software, executives come by the sex part of it pretty easily. You’ve shown remarkable, if *unimaginative*, composure. This is a *good* thing.” He stood up. “I’d like you to come to visit my office terminal.”

“You want to head to Fenris *now*?”

“Colin…” He shook his head. “I have an office *here*…follow me.” The men left the study and walked through another wing of the house. Colin saw his wife and Tabitha through a window at one point. Alison was admiring the grounds, and he briefly had time to admire Tabitha’s body outlined by the sun in her white dress, but Colin didn’t have time to linger. The two men went into Clark’s office, and the older man walked around his desk and sat down, typing in his password before looking up at Colin. “So, tell me how I get it to work.”

“On your wife?” Colin asked.

“Sure. That’s *one* option.” Clark shrugged. “Why not?” Colin walked around to look over the man’s shoulder, showing him how look up Tabitha, the types of commands he could do at the moment, how reinforcement worked, how tags could cause additional effects. Clark took it all in stride, toying with a few things with Tabitha’s profile, but not doing too much.

“Her bracelet needed to be updated, so it may be a few minutes—or even hours—before you notice any real difference.”

“And your wife?” Clark asked.

“Alison apparently got the beta software shortly after we arrived, so I was accidentally, well, *programming* her, right from the start.”

“No,” Clark sighed, “I want to see the progress in *person*. How do I use it on your wife? What are the commands?”

“I’m not sure I—you’re *serious*?” Colin asked.

“Your wife *tolerates* me.” Clark said. “I’m not dense. I know she likely has a low opinion of me. Rich, slightly older man, younger wife. All very biased, if you ask me, but this would make a good example of how far we can push the influence of the bracelets, don’t you think?” He tapped away at the keyboard and Alison’s profile popped up. “Ah, okay, I see.” He pointed at the screen. “So, any of these phrases here will act as triggers?” He read a few of the more risqué ones and laughed. “You *do* like to have fun with her, it seems.”

“I’m honestly uncertain if *I* need to say them or if anyone can say them.” Colin said. “Sometimes it works, accidentally, even, and other times…”

“Then this will make an interesting experiment, won’t it?” Clark got up from his desk and led Colin back toward the main living room. “You don’t *mind*, do you Colin? If I play with your wife a bit?” They came back in the living room to see Alison and Tabitha just entering from the pool area. “Assuming it works, that is?” Clark said in Colin’s ear.

“You two look like you were up to something.” Tabitha said with a smirk.

“Just business, though business can be a bit devilish at points.” Clark said. “I apologize, Alison.” Clark said, approaching the women. “I complimented my wife earlier, but *have I told you how good you look*?” Alison froze with her wine glass half to her lips, a look of mild confusion passing her face, but it was quickly followed by a smile.

“I…um…thank you.” She said.

“Not at all. That dress is lovely.” Clark paced around Alison as Colin watched from halfway across the room. He could see his wife was responding to signals from her bracelet. He knew the signs to look for. “*You have a great ass*.” Clark told her, and Colin saw a flush pass over his wife, but she didn’t stop the man as his hand slid over her rear.

“*Clark*!” Tabitha giggled. “You’re embarrassing the poor woman.”

“She does, Tabitha.” He said offhand. “*You have a great ass*.” He said to Alison’s face. This time she shuddered with a bit of pleasure. “I’d love to get a better look at you.” Clark said. “*Why don’t you take off those clothes*?” It was—word for word—what Colin first tested on Alison.

“I thought we might get to this.” Alison said. “I don’t see why not…it is *Wolfsburg*, after all.” She reached behind her back and unhooked the top of her dress. She coyly let the dress fall off her shoulders, the top of a lacy black bra visible.

“You don’t mind, do you Colin?” Tabitha asked, though Colin couldn’t have stopped Alison’s dress from hitting the floor. She wasn’t wearing panties, her bare ass to him. Clark raised an eyebrow at the view he had.

“Do you always dress like this for dinner, Alison?” Clark asked. He moved a hand between Alison’s legs and Colin was surprised to see his wife step up to meet the other man’s grasp.

“There are some days I barely wear *anything*.” Alison laughed. “I guess I’m getting used to being a lonely housewife.” Even as she was saying it, she undid her bra and let it fall with her dress. Clark leaned in and said something in Alison’s ear and she gasped a little with pleasure at hearing it. Colin said nothing. Part of him wanted to stop the whole thing, but Clark was testing him in more ways than one. Alison *was* enjoying herself, regardless of what he felt in the moment.

“I tell you what, Colin, you don’t mind if I take this wife of yours for a little while and fuck her?”

“Um.” Colin froze. The openness of the request took him aback, and he counted to three, trying to compose himself. “I…no…of course not, if that’s what she wants.” Colin said matter-of-factly. He felt flushed, and was surprised to find he was rock hard in his pants.

“Good…good.” Clark said, leading Alison out the of the room. “You don’t mind being my *come slut*, do you Alison?” Colin heard the man say as they disappeared into hallway. He heard his wife gasp, followed by her laugh, and they were gone.

“My husband is very quick to pounce.” Tabitha said, walking over casually, her wine glass dangling in one hand. “He’s been talking about fucking your wife ever since we first met. He has a thing for brunettes, though you’d never guess it.” She tossed her long blonde hair and leaned over Colin. He found himself staring at the depths of her cleavage. “I’m actually a bit surprised it took him this long, but then, he has something new to toy with—with your little project and all, that is.”

“Uh, sure.” Colin said. “I suppose, but—.” He stopped midsentence, feeling her hand rubbing the front of his pants.

“Is that for me, or do you just enjoy watching your wife get taken? It’s not an uncommon desire in men of power and position.” Colin started to answer, but spoke over him. “I tell you what, Colin, why don’t you get those clothes off, too?” Colin didn’t have to be told twice, her started undressing, standing up as he got fully naked, his erection pointing at the high ceiling of the formal living room. “I do like a man at attention.” Tabitha laughed, ever so lightly stroking him before moving to the intercom. “Vera, can you come to the main room, please?” Colin stood waiting as one of the servants entered the room. It wasn’t the blonde who had served them dinner, but the brunette with a bob cut that had met them at the door. She wore the same white blouse and black skirt combo, though. The woman glanced in his direction, her eyes falling to his cock, but she diverted her attention back to her boss.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“What room did we put the Turners in?” Tabitha asked.

“First floor, East, ma’am.” She replied.

“Could you gather their clothes and hand them to me?” Tabitha asked, and the woman bent down to collect both his and Alison’s clothes from the floor. She quickly folded them into a relatively neat pile, burgundy dress, pants, shirt, bra, underwear, shoes, and handed it off to Tabitha. “I’ll return in a minute or two. “Vera, be dear and keep Mr. Turner *entertained*, yes?” She said, turning and heading out another door. Vera the servant turned back to Colin and walked over.

“Would you like me in or out of my uniform, Mr. Turner?” Vera asked, and even as she said it, her hand reached out and teased his balls, already tight against his body, and her fingers trailed up the length of his cock.

“I…” Colin was having trouble thinking. He really wasn’t clear on what was expected.

“I’ll take it off, then, if you don’t mind?” She said, starting to unbutton her blouse. “It’s less of a mess in the long run.” She set the blouse on the chair behind him, her white bra just barely hinting at the color and shape of her nipples. “You don’t talk much, do you?” She stepped out of her skirt, revealing matching panties. Her thigh high stockings were dark and topped with black lace. She stroked him a few times with her hand and then took off her bra, followed quickly by her panties. She was waxed bare, and Colin tentatively reached out before she took his hand and placed it between her legs. She was warm to the touch, but not wet. “Some people talk and talk, Mr. Turner, but you seem *very* focused.” She turned around and started grinding her ass against him, his erection tracing the cleft in her cheeks. He reached around and grabbed her breasts, holding her close as she continued to tease him. Her breasts were smaller than his wife’s, but still sizable in his grip. He teased at her nipples and they responded stiff and tight under his fingertips. Colin slid a hand down the woman’s taught belly, writhing against him, his hand moving past her navel, her smooth bare skin, to find her pussy. She was opening up to him, getting aroused, and he teased her labia, feeling her get slightly more wet.

“I expected more of you, Colin.” His hands froze, feeling caught in the act, as Tabitha walked back into the room. “And Vera, what are *you* doing?”

“I thought, ma’am,” she said, stepping away from Colin, his cock just as hard, if not more, “that you wanted me to *entertain* him?”

“I *did*, Vera, but I find you in here rubbing up against him—like some sort of teenager?”

“Ma’am, I—.”

“His cock should have been in at least *one* of your holes by now.” She stepped closer. “Seriously, you’ll give him blue balls at this rate.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” Vera said. Colin was confused—again.

“I thought, maybe, um, I wasn’t sure, really, what, uh…” He was stammering.

“Vera, get on your knees and start blowing the man, already.” Tabitha snapped her fingers, and Vera moved quickly to her knees, her pale lips slipping over the head of Colin’s penis as she grasped the length of his cock.

“No, wait.” Colin said, easing the woman off. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this. She’s your employee.”

“And this is one of the things we *pay* her for. The chef won’t do it—I’ve *asked*!” Tabitha said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have your household staff service your guests.

“But—.”

“Oh, you and your noble soul!” She laughed. “No problem fucking your secretary, I bet, right?” Colin’s jaw clenched. “I thought so. Off your knees, Vera.” The woman got up. “I like to *watch*, is that so wrong? So, we’ll make a deal, okay? You bend Vera over my lovely Italian leather armchair, fuck her like you would your wife, and I’ll take off *my* clothes. Does that sound fair?” She clutched her full breasts. “You’ve been staring at these *all* night…I *know* you want to see them.” She started untying the neck of her dress and stopped just as the straps started to loosen. “Do we have a deal, Colin?”

“I just, I’m not sure this is…” he looked to the other woman who was already bending herself—presenting herself to him—over the arm of the chair where her clothes now rested. “I’m not sure this is *right*.” Tabitha laughed, letting the top of her dress fall free. Her large breasts were some of the biggest—and most perfect—tits he’d even seen.

“I tell you what, Colin,” she grinned, “you fuck her well, and I may let you go down on me.” She let the dress fall to her feet and stepped out of it. She was fully naked, a dark blonde landing strip trailing down to her otherwise waxed pussy. The thought flitted through Colin’s head that the only women wearing panties in the house were apparently the servants. His cock was so hard it almost hurt. He could feel his pulse between his legs. Tabitha teased herself and Colin couldn’t look away, but managed to ease into the servant from behind. Vera grunted at the force, but seemed to respond, his thrusting getting easier and easier. “Are you enjoying that tight little pussy?” Tabitha asked. Colin kept fucking the woman, saying nothing. “Answer me, Colin.”

“Yes.” He huffed in between thrusts.

“Tell *her*, then.” Tabitha said.

“You’re really tight…I’m really enjoying this…” He pumped away, and was so close to coming.

“Pretend she’s you wife, talk to her like Alison—like when you’re fucking her.”

“Are you a come slut, Alison?” He asked. “Are a little slut who loves cock?” The maid looked back at him for moment, but said nothing.

“Lovely!” Tabitha said. “Just lovely! I knew your wife would turn out to be a little minx.” She was outright fingering herself as Colin fucked the servant. “Tell Colin you like it, *Alison*.” Tabitha said.

“Uhmm…” The woman groaned. “Colin, I love it when you fuck me.” She moaned again, and Colin felt himself close to the edge. “I’m your come slut.” She said in a sexy drawl. It wasn’t his wife, but his cock didn’t care. He started coming, still pumping away at the woman before realizing he was coming inside her. She didn’t protest and he didn’t stop until he was finished. He pulled free, and before he could say a word, she was back on her knees, sucking him to clean him off. After a few seconds she rose and looked to Tabitha, who was obviously aroused but no longer playing with herself. “Anything else, ma’am?”

“Vera, you are always one of my favorites—always know exactly what to do, how to finish.” She smiled. “No, leave us. You can clean up the mess your making on the floor after we’re done here.” Vera glanced down at the scattered drops of semen on the floor, some of which had dripped off of her.

“Yes, ma’am.” She nodded, collected her clothes, and left.

“Well, don’t just stand there, Colin, come over here.” She beckoned. He spent the next five minutes making out with Tabitha, spending a lot of time with his lips at her nipples, caressing her full breasts, gabbing her ass, his fingers trailing over her slick pussy. She edged him down to his knees, and his tongue went to work, though she gave little in the way of response other than a few soft moans. It was much more difficult to please a woman when he didn’t have any triggers for her sexual response, but then he remembered what he’d seen on Clark’s terminal.

“*Stop being such a cock tease*.” He said, looking up at her. She shivered, and her mouth widened a bit in pleasure.

“Clark has been talking to you.” She said, motioning for him to stand.

“About a few things.” Colin said. “But you are being a cock tease.”

“I just let you fuck my servant. How—?”

“*I want to fuck you*.” It was pretty straight forward, but not a great trigger in Colin’s opinion. She gasped and he felt himself harden, almost by magic. Bleed over, again. If Clark was using commands on his wife—he tried not to think too deeply on that—their close proximity could be triggering them all.

“I doubt you can do anything so soon after—oh!” He pressed his erection between her thighs so it was braced against her. “Full of surprises.”

“*I want to fuck you*.” He said again. He felt her get wet on his cock, and he stiffened so hard he was literally pressing up into her.

“Get on the carpet.” She pointed to the large Persian run in the center of the room. “On your back.” She added. Colin laid down and watched her walk over. She was used to being flagrantly naked. She was used to being in charge. She straddled him, letting her breasts fall on his face, and he teased her nipples with his tongue and hands. She started sliding over the length of his cock, flat against his belly. Her pussy wet and warm, sliding up and down, but not allowing him to penetrate her. “I *am* a cock tease.” She said, and shivered with pleasure at hearing her own words. “Beg me for it, Colin. Beg me.”

“Please let me in there.” He said, reaching between her legs, but she slapped his hand away.

“Good. Now, tell me what you want to do.” She said.

“I want to slip inside you, fuck you, have us both come…fuuuck!” She was really grinding against him.

“Say you want to fuck me more than your wife.”

“I want to fuck…you…more…than my wife.” He gasped.

“Say her *name*, Colin.” She raised on her hips, taking his cock in her hand just putting the tip of him inside, *just* holding him there.

“Oh, fuck me…fuck…” He moaned, really wanting. He was so hard, bleed over or not, he felt like he was going to explode. “I want to fuck you more than Alis—aahhn!” She lunged down on him at the last syllable, riding his cock in fluid motions with her hips. He was so close to coming, but he wanted her there too. “I want to fuck you.” He said, and felt her clench around him, her moans becoming louder. You fucking cock tease. Cock tease. Cock…tease. I want…to fuck you!” She started coming, a full-throated moan coming from her chest as she arched her back. The sound alone brought him to orgasm, and he came inside her before feeling it roll back down over his waist. She collapsed on top of him, her chest heaving, his cock—still hard—and still inside her.

“Those bracelets are magic, aren’t they?” She whispered. She slid off his erection, looking down at it. “You won’t get bruised if I call in some more servants, will you?” She stroked him gently. “I told you I want to *watch*.” She got up, leaving him on the floor, and got on the intercom.

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**Chapter 36: Alison’s Taken Aback**

She was concerned, at first, by Clark’s attentions. In the living room with Colin and Tabitha watching, Clark complimented her, teased her, asked her to strip for him, finally taking her back to his bedroom. Alison had suspected the situation might arise, even going as far as to not wear panties—though she *enjoyed* that, regardless—but she assumed the end result would have been similar to what she experienced at Fiona and Jim’s. But now, they weren’t all together. Her husband wasn’t watching her. She was all alone with another man.

Clark had her on all fours on his massive bed. Based on her observation, Alison figured that Clark and Tabitha didn’t share the same room. There wasn’t a touch of femininity in the entire space. She waited nearly five minutes, a grandfather clock quietly ticking the time away in the corner. She was a feeling a little chilly, naked as she was, ass up, thighs spread, but he’d told her to wait, so she waited.

“Sorry, for the wait.” Clark said, opening a side door to the bedroom and entering in a robe. “It took a moment to collect the others.”

“I’m patient.” Alison said. “Wait…others? Are Colin and Tabitha joining us?”

“Last I checked, your husband was fucking one of my servants while my wife watched, so no, I don’t think they’ll be joining us.” Alison should have been a little bothered by that, but it made her happy her husband was enjoying himself, at least. She was really horny, though, and had been hoping Colin would join in on the fun. “This is Michael.” A tall dark-haired man entered behind Clark. “My groundskeeper, and Jon, my driver.” A sandy blond of similar build to Clark stepped in. “And you remember Vanessa?” The blonde servant stepped in as well, but unlike the other men, she was completely naked except for a sizable strap-on.

“I…I’m not sure this is what I expected.” Alison said.

“And what did the little come slut expect?” Clark asked, smirking.

“I just thought that you and I…” She felt a bead of wetness trail down her inner thigh, and she could feel her pulse throbbing deep down.

“Have I told you how good you look,” her body twinged as he said the words, “on all fours?” He stepped closer and the others followed closely. They all removed their robes. Clark was erect, as was the tall one. The driver enjoyed the brief attention of Vanessa until he was stiff as well. “Do you want my cock? Tell me you want it.” Clark said. She repeated the words and felt herself get wet. Clark climbed on the bed and pushed inside her from behind, and she bucked in pleasure. It wasn’t Colin, but she was desperately needing *something* inside her. The two other men exchanged words, but Alison wasn’t paying attention to anything, her eyes closed, focusing on slapping of Clark’s hips into hers. A penis pushed gently into her open mouth, and she let her tongue and throat do the work as one of the men—she couldn’t tell which—fucked her face, clutching her head with his slightly rough hands. She’d never done anything like this, not in college, not even in the neighborhood, though in the back of her mind, she felt it had all been leading to this. Jim and Fiona had been the first step. A *fun* first step, and maybe this was the next logical one.

Clark was calling her a come slut, over and over, and her body responded with a thrumming rush of orgasm. He started coming inside her, laughing, but pulling out to splash her ass and lower back. She felt a little surprise as a something a little smoother and cooler pushed inside her, and realized the woman was fucking her with the strap-on. It felt good, *different*, but good. Clark was asking her if she loved cock, and she was mouthing, “Mmm-hmm…” to the tempo of the woman fucking her. It was pretty much all she could manage with the cock in her mouth. She started coming again, followed shortly by the man she was blowing. He pulled back splattering her face and hair, and she laughed with the pleasure coursing through her. The tall man was climbing behind her now, and she said, “Yes, give it to me, give me more! I want your cock!” Her body shuddered at the touch of his erection against her thighs, but nothing quite happened until she felt warm wetness trailing between her ass. “Did you finish already?” She sounded disappointed.

“Michael’s just prepping things.” Clark said, looking down at her. Michael grabbed her hips, and she felt the tip of him pressing against her, then her ass, and pushed, slowly at first, but deeper, and Alison didn’t know what to think, other than she was being split apart—expect it felt, it felt…different…but good. Always good. Colin had never asked this of her. So good. But she tried in college. She didn’t like it then. But this was *good*. Good. Any fucking would do. She was a little come slut. That’s what her body called for. Michael started steadily fucking her ass. She felt dizzy from the sensation, but it wasn’t just the anal sex, something else…? She looked up—she almost laughed, realizing she had semen on her eyelashes. She saw Clark and the guy she blew both sporting full hardons. Vanessa had taken off the strap on and was fingering herself, seemingly lost in the moment. The groundskeeper started coming, and it felt like fire in her belly as he pulled out. She rolled onto her back, panting, but barely had a moment to recover as Clark plunged into her from the front. Vanessa got on the bed and spread her legs over Alison’s face, lowering herself to Alison’s mouth. She licked at the already wet woman, as the servant continued to go at her own clit. She felt one of the other men’s cocks placed in her hand, and she started jerking him off, then another in the other hand, even as Clark continued to fuck her. How had they recovered so quickly? The thought was there, but lost. She started coming again—again! Whatever they were all doing, it was really working for her. She’d lost count, but she kept coming as if it was the easiest thing the world—the *only* thing in the world.

Someone else was coming on her tits and belly. The blonde was gushing hot wetness against her mouth, even though she had no clue what she was doing beyond working the woman with her tongue. Clark came, making a mess of her bush, and one of the guys she was jerking off, stepped into his place. Not even two pumps in, she was coming again, her muscles feeling sore from all the clenching, but it didn’t override the need she felt—more, she wanted more. She told them. Even with the woman on her face, they heard her. Gave Alison what she wanted. She lost track of her body, what she was doing, who was doing what to her, just riding the pleasure over and over. It could have been minutes or hours. It didn’t matter. It was dark. She was in the bed, alone, under the covers. She thought about getting up, but rolled over. Sleep was waiting.

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**End Part 16**

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