2017 latest sex stories: DOORS – by James Dylan Dean. It is moving day, we are finally free to move into the modest sized mansion left to me by my recently deceased Uncle Fred. It had been in the family for untold generations, and since my uncle had never married, he had kept it in excellent condition, while updating it to the latest technology as it appeared.
2017 latest sex stories: DOORS – Chapter 1
by James Dylan Dean
Genres: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, Bondage and restriction, Male / Female Teens, Male/Female, Young
Introduction:
Hide and Seek
THE DOOR(S)
A very able local CPA had sorted out the financial drama involved with inheritance taxes and ‘the such.’ But, Fred had had the sense to leave more than adequate monetary resources with the house to cover all of these and to also give us a $5,000 a month stipend that would advance with any advance of the cost-of-living. With my social security and pension, I was not rich, but was very affluent with the house being paid off.
Ashley, a local escort that I had seen regularly for years and who had actually stayed with me for several extended times, when she was in need of a resting place, had decided to move in with me as a faux wife perhaps working up to become a real one. She was not going to drop the remaining twelve guys on her active list, but promised to not add to or replace any of them as they moved away, dropped her or became deceased. And she said that although she planned for us to concentrate on each other, she wouldn’t make a big deal about any little diversions of mine until her list was emptied.
Interestingly, the provisions of the will made it impossible to divest myself of the home and we had to keep it up, too. And it was mine along with the stipend as long as I lived. It then had to be passed on to a deserving relative under the same conditions, but it was not allowed to go to a lineal descendant of mine. This was to prevent it from being viewed as the possession of one line of the family, but keeping it within the extended one. I would have to save up my own bequest for any children that I left behind. Novel, but somewhat understandable.
I was recently retired under the rule of 85 provision of my union contract. Since I started my job in the grocery industry at the age of fifteen, I had thirty five years of continual service, including four in the U.S.A.F. which counted, so that I was free with a full pension at the early age of 50. And because I had left with a significant, but not life threatening physical condition, I also qualified for SSI. I was set up fine. Also, from Ashley’s income, which she was going to wash through her parents cleaning business, she was going to pay half of the monthly expenses in lieu of being my total sex slave. She still promised the kind of treatment that she had regularly afforded me over the years at a more frequent repetition now, though.
I had received a sizable settlement from the selling of my condo, so I consigned to her several thousand dollars to obtain bedding and other necessary household goods to get us started. She and her mother borrowed my Suburban and gleefully left for their shopping expedition. She wasn’t going to have to buy any furniture for the present, however, since the house came fully furnished with a full supply of very serviceable furnishings.
While they were gone, I decided to give a close examination to the house and the half acre of grounds. All seemed in perfect shape for our settlement within. In the back I found the tool shed with all of the yard tools that a guy would ever want. Most of them were hanging on outlined patterns with hooks on the wall. Another obsessive personality in evidence. That told me a lot about Uncle Fred. He had been a tall white haired and slim gentleman, in all the time that I had known him. Soft spoken, but regally determined in all that he had done.
While I was searching around the outside of the house a teenage neighborhood girl came around and greeted me with, “I am very sorry to have had you lose your Uncle Fred. He often spoke very well of you. I helped him at times with some of his hobbies. If I can be of service to you (said with a somewhat smarmy manner) I would love to be of service to you, too.” I was a bit stunned by all of this. And maybe not all that surprised, since Fred had been a determined bachelor and had a very sharp eye for the ladies.
As I was looking around the back of the house to try to account for some space in the house that seemed to be missing, she approached a hidden door behind a group of bushes and asked, “Is this what you are looking for?”
There were flat rocks decorating the barked beds around the outside of the house, so any regular entry and exit from that location would not leave a telltale pathway. But, she seemed to know what she was doing, so she approached the very tall chimney there and located a loose brick and it tripped some kind of release and the hidden door opened for us. She then took my hand and guided me into the interior room which immediately became lighted up by a number of lamps in a very suggestive display.
I could immediately see that this was a love nest, with many wonderful and some mysterious furnishings highlighted by a monstrously large bed with mirrors all around it. I didn’t have to imagine very hard to know what that meant.
With that revelation, she brightly suggested that she show me what projects that she had helped him with. Oh lovely, I wondered what that would include. So, I nodded and she immediately moved to a bureau and with a great show of sexiness doffed her clothing right down to the skin. By this time the door had closed on them on its own, so that they were in total privacy within. Evidently it had no known connection with the rest of the house. (Actually, I found one later.) She then opened the bureau and put on some clothing from within. Thigh high lacy hose, crotch less panties, an easy-off bustier, a feathered cap and nine inch heels. She then bellied up to the bureau to administer her makeup, which was very garish and sensual.
With my mouth still open with the shock of it all, she then returned to my side and grabbed my hand to guide me to a set of stocks set beside the bed. She then informed me that she had been a very bad girl for the last week and needed to get her offenses off of her heart and receive her punishment for them. Sort of like a priestly confession and absolution only with a lot of sex added. So, she moved over to the stocks and put her head in the closure and signaled me to close and lock it in place. She was hunched over, so I moved the foot stool for her to kneel on and she thanked me with a pat to my nether regions for the favor. Then she began her litany of revelations of her sexual misdemeanors for the previous week since Fred had died.
I took up residence in my newly, to me, very comfortable chair to listen and I guess absolve her of guilt over her revelations of offenses. As she began, I could hear that the ladies had reappeared at our residence and not found me around. Evidently the house was wired for sound to be heard when a person was in residence here and perhaps at other stations. But, I was not worried about that at the moment, I had a young woman’s sexual confessions to hear and deal with.
So, she continued,” and on Sunday when I was supposed to go to services with my family I begged off with a headache and stayed home to entertain a skater that I had met at the rink. Mom really likes him and he is fun, but he is just too serious about things for me to take him seriously at my age. But, I got him to go down on me and suck on my pussy and clit and to swallow my cum as it came out. He seemed to like this even more than having his dick sucked on by me.
Does any of this deserve any punishment, uh…. uh………(Will, I added in)?”
“Not that I can think of for the present, just continue.”
“So, I let him ‘waller’ all over me, but not put his dick into my pussy, because I told him that I wanted to remain a virgin until I got married. That is a hoot, since I gave it up to your Uncle Fred some time ago, and just didn’t want the guy to know about it.”
“After he left, I wanted to go down to the beach with my friends, but Dad was being stubborn because I supposedly had a headache that prevented me from going to church. I mentioned that the sea air would probably do me some good, but he wasn’t buying into that. So, when mom went out to pick some ripe tomatoes and strawberries from our garden, which my skater friend had weeded out for her, I got up on Dad’s lap and began to kiss and fondle him. He was getting very afraid of this and gave in and threw me the keys as I moved to the door. I was out it before my mom even knew what was happening. And nothing was said when I returned, either.”
“The next night I invited my skater friend, Jimmy, to come over and watch television with me. My parents went into the kitchen and remained there for as long as Jimmy remained. He got real frisky with me, groping all of my sexy places and trying to get me to allow him to enter my pussy. The funny thing was that I was not going to allow that, because my pussy belonged to Fred; I guess that means you now, since you now have the house; but he could have had my ass if he had just asked for it. Evidently it just never crossed his mind.”
I had nothing to say at this very interesting dissertation and so kept my non-judgmental and studious manner, but said nothing.
“I was good for the rest of the week until today, except for giving Mitchell a blow job behind the gym at lunch before the others finished eating, a reward for him helping me with my science project. I got an A on it, so that doesn’t count, does it?”
“No, just very industrious of you, I would say.”
“Well, I need my punishment now anyway, even if you’re going to be so very forgiving of me. And then I will give you my service for the week, for the small contribution that you offer me for my everyday life. I get an astoundingly small allowance from Dad, you know.”
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