Peeping Country Retreat part 1 (MFff) [voy] [exh] [tease]

“This retreat booked months ago, will I see you in two days at Eshtar Manor?” Tom asked his friend Martin over the phone, combing his dark hair and trying on different hats.

“I hope so, the cabin should be fun. Next town is miles away. Nothing to do but fish and wander the hills! Not even cell phones!” Martin said into his own cell phone.

“Yeah, dude, be sure to bring a lot of beer. I am. I won’t share if you don’t bring any. Don’t be a fuckface and bring nothing” Tom said.

“Will do. That was only that one time! See you there?”

“See you there, dude.” Tom ended the call. He stood in front of a mirror admiring washboard abs and square shoulders on his tall frame. His parents blessed him with good features even if they did take twenty-five years, but he still often felt awkward or bumbling around women.

He and Martin had booked the retreat for the end of June to hang out and fish one last time before they both parted ways. They both had finished graduate school and received their MBAs a month ago. Tom was starting his new office job in two months, while Martin would start in five weeks. He had to complete a training seminar before heading to the country.

After he finished packing his bags and packed the cooler and fishing poles, tackle box and two boxes of food, Tom began driving to the cabin he rented with his old friend Martin for two weeks in the hills. The cabin he found through an odd ad he found online that required a photo accompanying a lengthy application, but the high price bought seclusion and quiet in the deep, thick forest.

After receiving affirmation on his booking, the person he talked to online told him the house was connected to a large estate which contained a manor and a few extra buildings, the cabin being the “Crick House”. The person told him the resident owner would be present during his time there, and that they would hold the key for him, so he had to stop at their house and pick it up from “Ms Helena”. They also asked if he drove a truck or SUV, as the cabin required four-wheel-drive to reach. Since he did not, and Martin did, they would escort him to the cabin in a truck they had on property. This required him to leave his car at the manor during his stay.

*In four to five hours I will be listening to birds and bugs, water gurgling in a creek and wind in the trees. Sixteen nights! Hopefully this country retreat will be a relaxing break after so much stress.*

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He followed the directions they gave him. He had already driven for nearly five hours, and now he found himself a bit lost after a detour. The directions pointed him down numerous roads off the highway, before following one for twenty miles to the final turn on to the property.

After finally correcting his route, it was after six o’clock before he made fnial turn off the road on to the property. His car passed under open gates that read “Eshtar Welcomes” along a paved driveway

“Ah, Eshtar, this must be the place!”

Tree lined the whole way from the main road. The sun started to hang very low in the sky. Finally the trees around him gave way for a view of the mansion as he drove towards it. It looked magnificent. Dozens of windows with heavy wooden shutters dotted the side of grey stone-bricked building with trees and bushes surrounding. He passed a small house shrouded in trees, there he saw a large jacked-up truck with off-road tires.

He stopped his car in the round-a-bout circle driveway in front of the huge house. Standing felt amazing on his road-worn legs. He wore a turquoise collared knit shirt, navy blue trousers and white boat shoes. After stretching he moved to the intricately carved front door with heavy knockers that looked like strange animals, each holding a heavy black iron ring in its mouth. He stared at the knocker, fixated.

Before he could bang on the door, it creaked open, and a small framed, curvacious woman with pale skin and red hair stepped out to greet him. She wore a low cut, strapless black dress with a white belt around her slender waist. He looked down at her plunging cleavage built from her huge round breasts struggling against the fabric of her dress. It looked like her nipples were about to pop out at any second.

“Are you here for the key?” the redhead said. A black headband held her hair back on the top of her head. He stepped back and removed his sunglasses. As he continued to look at her and noticed her dress looked slightly sheer as it clung to her curvaceous body, she rested a hand on the top of her exposed thigh. He could see her nipples faintly through the fabric. She wore black high heels and fishnet stockings that ended half way up her shapely thighs. He stood motionless, staring at her. He looked at her small, round, bubbly lips. She wore bright red lipstick. Her other hand resting on the top of bosom, toying with a ruby hanging from a chain attached to a black choker around her neck. Her auburn eyebrows raised on her ivory forehead.

“Yes! They said to ask for Ms Nipple?- I mean- Ms Helena” He finally said. She almost gasped, putting one hand on top of her breast and squeezing lightly. She blushed, then covered her smile with one hand.

She turned and motioned for him to enter. He watched her turn and place her hands on the hem of her short dress and walk slowly inside the front door. The sheer dressed showed him just a hint of the crack of her very round ass. She shut the door behind him. A large, checkerboard floored foyer lay before him. He could see numerous doors and two halls at either end of the room.

“I’m Tom.” He said as he outstretched a hand to shake hers, but she turned to speak while he spoke, bumping her boobs into his outstretched hand. She gasped and stiffened, resting both her hands on top of her round tits as her face turned bright red.

“Follow me, *sir*, the Mistress expected you hours ago, we worried you wouldn’t come.” She said to him, walking down the hallway to the right, passing several doors.

“Sorry. I, uh, just meant to introduce myself,” he said. “I’m Tom.”

“Oh, sorry, sir, call me Ruby. Ms Helena is here, as well as her daughter Natasha. The other staff you might meet later.” the short buxom redhead said. They came to a door and she knocked, indicating for him to wait in the hall. She opened the door and leaned her head and shoulders in, giving Tom full view of her backside. He carefully looked at her round, plump ass and shapely legs in heels and stockings. She began muttering something behind the door, but he didn’t pay attention, instead looking hungrily at her apple ass.

He mimed grabbing her from behind and banging hard against her with his pelvis.

“Umm, hello?” a voice spoke behind, and he startled upright, stiff as a board, getting red in the face. He turned to see a tall, shapely and thick, voluptuous rave-haired girl soaking wet, wearing only a small black bikini and thin black choker around her petite, long neck. The small triangles of fabric struggled to hold her assets, as each piece looked only an inch or two wide and maybe four inches long. Her nipples pressed at attention stiffly against the thin black fabric holding her perky, large D-cup breasts. He could see her bright pink, soft areolas peeking out of her swimsuit. The bottom only just barely covered her labia, revealing her completely hairless mons beneath a tight, flat tummy.

She ran a hand through her short hair, combing it back from her slender face. As she shifted her weight on to one leg, she placed one hand on her hip, and he watched her thumb move under the tie-string of her bikini. On her other hip jingled a key on a ring. He felt his pants growing extremely tight. She casually swept some water from her rack, flicking water.

“Sorry. I’m Tom,” he said with his hand held out to shake hers. She extended her delicate fingered hand to his and shook gently.

“I’m Natasha. You are here for the key right?” the raven-haired woman said, smiling at him at she looked him up and down and focusing on his growing bulge.

“Yep, that’s what I need!” He said. Looking at him, she ran one hand between her noticeable cleavage and across her smooth, milky stomach and down to the string on her hip, finally clutching the key at the ring and pulled it. It lay in her open hand, a few inches from the underside of her barely covered tits. His pants nearly ripped as he struggled forward and slowly took the key, making sure to get a good view. She noticed his hesitation and saw him staring at her. She giggled as he took the key, making her boobs sway.

“I- I- I-” he stammered. She smirked at him.

“What? Are you ok? Something wrong? What are you staring at?” Natasha said. At that he composed himself and looked her in the face then back to Ruby, but Ruby ventured in the room, leaving the door ajar.

“Oh. You all said I would need a ride to the cabin with a truck?” He said.

“You may be out of luck tonight, sweetie.” She continued brushing water off her pale, shapely figure, flicking liquid from her belly and sides. Her hands runninng up and down her thighs, hips, then her torso, ending with her fluffing her pointy tits and almost pinching her nipples through the thin black. “It’s too dark to go now. We will put you up for the night.”

*This is already the best three thousand bucks I have ever spent* he thought to himself as he watched the tall woman repeatedly combing her hand through her black hair, her pointy boobs wagging on her chest.

“Hey Mom…” she said brushing past him and into the open door. The g-string bikini did little to cover her prominent ass from his gazing eyes. He could hear speaking before Ruby exited and held the door for Natasha followed by a sturdy blonde woman. Her tall curvy, thick and shapely figure impressed him immediately. His dick could not be compelled to behave as it stood straight out, pitching a noticeable tent in his pants. He blushed and saw Natasha walk to his side, biting her lip and admiring his bulge with a devilish grin. Helena saw it as well, but she looked him dead in the eye as she approached. He fumbled with his bulge and tried unsuccessfully to hide it.

She wore a tight, short blue mini-dress that had large slits on the sides, from which her perfect wide hips sat on full display, revealing her lack of anything underneath. A thin strap behind her neck held the blue dress tight against her erect nipples, stretching the fabric between her enormous melons, that hung slightly over a black leather belt buckled high on her torso. It did wonders to push her huge tits together in a dizzying display of cleavage. The dress fell open at the slits and loose under her waist. One could see all the way to her bare pussy hiding just an inch behind the hanging blue cloth. The dress fell very short, only a few inches below her sex. She also wore tight blue sleeves, almost like long gloves covering her arms, but ended at her thin wrists. With blue high heels strapped to her surprisingly dainty feet and ankles she stood just taller than Tom.

“Tom, right?” Helena said as she pushed her wild blonde hair behind her shoulders, putting her rack on full display. Tom did not even notice his raging erection as she extended both her hands to his and held them for a moment, smiling brightly. She pushed her elbows together at her waist, smooshing her cleavage, lifting it, and her stiff nipples almost popping out.

“That’s me…” he said as he tried to focus.

“Welcome to Eshtar’s Domain! I’m Helena” She said, placing one hand on her chest as she said her name. “You met my daughter Natasha and Ruby? So happy to have a guest here. We never seem to get anyone! I thought there were two of you?”

“Yes! He will join me in a few days. He has the truck. I do not,” Tom said. Helena drew both her hands into her wild hair, twirling a wavy lock, then flopped it back out of her face.

*This woman is Natasha’s mother? Natasha looks… almost as old as me or as old? Helena looks… older than Natasha I guess…* His mind puzzled for a moment.

“You are really late.” Helena said.

“Sorry, I know. I got lost leaving the small town near here.”

“Oh yes, apparently, recent road construction and a detour. We just found out today, after Veronika made a run to town. Excuse me,” Helena said as she moved down the crowded hallway gently pushing into Tom’s arm with the side of one of her large breasts. He could briefly feel her bare flesh against his upper arm as she moved past him. He watched he ass bouncing as she entered into the foyer. He started looking at the art displayed everywhere in the house. Paintings of strange beautiful women, most of them nude, even some very overtly sexual ones depicting wild orgies with humans and animals both.

Helena moved to a large white marble table under a big painting of voluptuous nude women dancing together in the woods. He watched her park her round ass on the marble counter, perching it, pushing it up. The dress cooperated very little, leaving him room to look down the side of her dress to her bare mons and the top of her labia. She moved slightly, obscuring his view for now. He could however see clearly the naked outline of her butt under the flimsy tight dress. Her movement began hiking the dress slightly.

*Perfectly round. Wow. Does this come included?* he thought, grinning slightly. Natasha came and stood in front of Helena, while Ruby stood next to Tom facing the two tall women.

“Well. Get to know the house, because you will stay here tonight,” she motioned her arm over her head. “It is too dark to drive to the cabin. Veronika will take you there tomorrow. We have a room for you upstairs. Have you had dinner? Can we get you anything? Oh my gosh, I am such a terrible hostess… A drink to start? Some food? Ruby will you make our guest a drink and food?”

“Wait, I will stay here in a room?” Tom said.

“Yes, sorry. I know, definitely a change of plans. But we will feed you and take care of you.” Helena smiled on one side of her mouth, a large sapphire blue eye winking at him. He felt flush, and noticed Helena and Natasha both stealing glances at his obviously engorged member.

“A drink, sir?” Ruby said, gently placing her fingers in his right hand.

“Yes. Please, what do you have?” Tom said, looking at each woman’s face.

“I just made some of my signature drink, Wild Ruby. It has been chilling in the fridge. Would anyone care for a glass?” Ruby said to everyone. Helena waved a hand at her. Natasha nodded her head. Tom nodded, curious to try a new drink, and Ruby headed down the other hall.

Helena called down the hall “Make yourself one as well, Ruby, my pet!”

“Care to sit?” Helena said as she motioned to a large grey couch behind Tom.

“No thanks,” he shook his head. “Driving all day. Sort of want to walk around.” He saw darkness out the window.

“Natasha, sweetheart, would you mind taking our guest on a tour of the grounds with me?” Helena said. Natasha straightened and raised her hands above her head, bent them at the elbow placing her hands behind he head and stretched, sticking out her large perky tits, getting a good view of her puffy nipples pressing against thin fabric. Tom watched, mouth agape, as she bent over at the waist and grabbed her ankles at the end of her long shapely legs. When she brought herself straight up again, her pink areolas peeked just over the tops of the triangles of her string bikini.

“Ok, let’s go when I get my Wild Ruby,” Natasha said adjusting her bikini bottom with a thumb following the string across her hips, pelvis and almost into her sex.

“What is a Wild Ruby?” Tom asked, looking at Helena.

“We call it that because Ruby drink a little too much and got a *little* wild!” Natasha said playfully, her eyebrows wagging as she spoke. Helena pinched Natasha on her round ass, leaving her hand perched on Natasha’s backside.

“Natasha! Shhh!” Helena said quietly but still perfectly audible to Tom. “Not in front of our guest. We do not want to embarass Ruby.”

The three sat in silence briefly before Ruby arrived with four bright red icey beverages in tall glasses and a sandwich for Tom. Natasha and Helena quickly grabbed their glasses.

“So, about that tour?” Tom said as he took his sandwich and the second to last beverage on the tray and sipped it. He took several bites of his turkey sandwich and washed it down with a sip of Wild Ruby. It tasted sweet with a dry finish.

*This drink is strong. Are they trying to get me drunk?*

Ruby put the tray on a table in the middle of the room and claimed the last drink. Holding her beverage, she approached Helena and leaned in to whisper something in the tall blonde’s ear. Tom could not hear. Helena’s half-smile grew to a wide grin as Ruby whispered. She then stepped back and bumped her round ass into Tom’s still half-erect cock. Ruby reached back fumbling, her hand grasping hold of his member through his pants. She turned and looked down, then jerked her hand away quickly and covered her mouth as she gasped.

“Oooh, sorry! I’m sorry sir!” Ruby said, blushing as red as the ruby around her neck. She took a heavy swig of her drink and exhaled, looking playfully at Tom. He could hardly contain himself. He wanted to scream out and shred his clothing.

“Hhh. I- W- You-” Tom couldn’t speak. “It’s a great drink! Real stiff!”

Ruby and Natasha snickered at Tom. Helena grabbed him by the hand and started down the hallway.

“Tour time!” Helena said, taking a swig of her red drink.

Helena led Tom into a billiard room. Another room full of odd furniture. A dance studio or ballroom. A music room full of instruments. A room with a slim, ornate table and chairs with many windows. Another sitting room. Library. Everywhere he looked a dazzling assortment of curious knick-knacks and art works, objects and taxidermy animals and mounted heads on walls. Periodically a weapon like a sword or spear, shield and even suits of armor. All the while, Helena and Natasha playfully pinched one another and sipped their red drinks.

Tom drink his Wild Ruby, ate his sandwich and followed Helena’s ass bouncing in her high heels, watching to see if he could catch another glimpse through the side of Helena’s slitted dress. He was equally transfixed with looking at Natasha’s plump ass in only a g-string. As she drank, she started getting goosebumps, folding her arms across her chest to warm up a little. Tom watched as from room to room, Natasha nipples stood more and more erect, pointing out, perky and firm.

Helena started to open another door. Her hips hung out the sides of her skimpy dress.

“I think I need to change. I am getting a bit chilly. ” Natasha said and turned around and wandered off the other way. As she passed Tom, she winked and murmured to Tom “Not that I don’t love being almost naked…”

Helena and Tom walked through a small almost empty room, through a door and down a hallway before they passed a wide staircase with potted plants on the landing and base of the stairs. He started feeling a strong buzz from the drink.

Inside a gallery room full of curiosities, Helena showed Tom a huge eight foot tall cabinet with numerous drawers going top to bottom.

“This thing is really cool.” She said as she pointed at it.

She scooted step stool in front of the cabinet and stepped on top of it. Stunned, Tom followed her thick, shapely legs, looking up at her ass as she pulled open a drawer and bent over. The back of her dress hiked up, and the front hung forward, exposing everything to Tom. He could see her completely hairless sex. He even caught a sweet smell of her musk. She shut the drawer before opening another and bending over again. Finally she handed him an animal skull ornately carved with runes and glyphs.

“Fox skull from Romania. The carvings are for protection,” she ran a finger across the top.

“Does it protect,” he asked jokingly. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. She shut the cabinet and headed to the door. They continued through the house.

Finally Helena and Tom came to the kitchen. Ruby stood in the doorway.

“Ruby darling, will you show him to his room, so that he may settle in?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Ruby said.

“You are free to explore the house, if you like…” Helena said, taking his hand again and leading him away from the kitchen to the stairs nearest the entrance. Ruby followed behind. “Ruby will do anything you ask.”

His eyes darted to Ruby, who averted her gaze from Tom, still flush red in the face.

“Now where is Natasha?” Helena said. “If I do not see you again tonight, goodnight!” Helena squeezed his hand and pushed herself into his arm. He could feel her enormous breasts against his body again. She smelled sweet and musky. It made the blood rush through Tom’s veins. She started upstairs, her ass swuinging left to right as she ascended. He was hypnotized, waiting to see up her dress when she got high enough up the stairs.

“Mistress, ordered me to help you any way you need… or want…” Ruby said, tugging at Tom, diverting his attentions, sipping her drink. “Help carrying a bag, sir?” She motioned toward the front door.

“I can get it, thank you, Ruby, but I do need help finding my room?” Tom said, handing Ruby his drink as he walked out the door. He retrieved a few items amd some clothes, put them in a backpack and reentered the house, Ruby waited for him at the door. She shut it with her fishnet covered leg, holding both drinks in her hands.

Tom noticed both were now empty. He looked at her curiously.

“M
ay I get you another drink, sir?” Ruby asked.

“Of course I will have another if you do, but I don’t want to put you on the spot or get in the way of your duties. I do like a Wild Ruby!”

“No sir, no problem. I want another anyway. And *you are* my duties tonight. I am usually free by sunset.” Ruby said. Tom felt his pants growing tight again. She refilled their glasses and took him to the stairs.

“Here follow me, sir. If you please?” Ruby said, taking his arm.

“After your Wild Ruby, I will follow anywhere,” he said. She giggled, holding a hand over her mouth, then turned and started up the stairs. He slapped her ass as she took the first step. She gasped loudly, turned and slapped him out of reaction, the top of her dress moved as her breasts jostled. After realizing what she had done, she held a hand over her face, blushing, then grabbed hold of him by the hand.

“Oh no…” she whispered. “I did not mean to hurt you. I am so so so sorry, sir. Oh please, are you alright?”

“Yes, Ruby. I should be sorry, not you. I’m sorry for slapping you too. Your drink is incredibly strong,” he said. “Let’s just go to my room?”

“Yes, sir!” She said. “It is a rather good drink, right?”

He climbed the stairs with Ruby’s round ass wagging inches from his face. He could smell her faintly as she walked in front of him. She smelled softly of strawberries and flowers. She stopped halfway up the stairs, and he almost planted his face in her bouning ass.

“Hold this, just a second, please, sir,” she handed him her drink as she put one leg on the next step and bent over to adjust her fishnets. He stood a few steps behind her. She looked back at him, watching him stare up her short skirt as it revealed her naked ass almost completely. She ran one hand from her ankle all the way up her thigh pulling her stocking up high on her leg, then running her hand up the back of her thigh and over her round butt cheek, slightly lifting the bottom of her dress. He could see she wore no underwear, her hairless labia and anus on display.

*Pink pussy! Pink asshole!*

With another swig of his drink he felt braver. After he moved both drinks to one hand, he pulled up her dress gently away from her ass. She continued adjusting her stocking, then switched to the other leg. Appearing not to notice him, he continued gently but firmly pulling her dress up. He gave himself full view of her firm, shapely ass. When she got the top of the second stocking he could see under her ass and pussy, and he licked his lips staring, continuing to slowly, gently lift her dress. He dropped his hand quickly when she reached down with both hands and pulled her dress in place with just her pinky fingers.

“Sorry, my dress keeps riding up,” she said, glaring at him while she took back her drink. He looked at her with mouth hanging open, then straightened and shut his mouth. He took a sip of his Wild Ruby.

They continued to the top of the stairs, and Ruby led him down a long, twisting hallway. He saw a dozen doors along the way before they stopped at one. Ruby took a swig of her drink, her face getting redder, her chest turning pink.

End part 1 / Continued part 2

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