(Hi! I'm back again, my first story has been on Lit for a little time, and I love to tell you about the rest of my weekend. But first I'd like to introduce myself.
I'm Charlene. I'm 5'3", a little on the plump side and I wear a large C-cup - or a small D-cup, depending on the make of bra. My aureola are an inch and a half in diameter and a bit purplish and my nipples are big. At the moment they are a little tender still, because they have just been pierced – but I'm very proud of my piercings!
I've got longish, auburn hair, and I used to have an auburn bush – until my first night at the mansion, that is.
Some of my boyfriends used to say they liked my boobs, some my ass, and one said he liked my pout. He used to call me Betty Boop ;-)
I'm twenty-five. Most people think I'm much younger than I am; at my local they know, but I always have to bring my ID when I go out, or they won't allow me in. I did an office job, and I was pretty good at that.)
The master of the mansion smiled at me. I thought he looked even sexier than he did in the car. Because I was happy he had invited me I started kissing his face. I nibbled on his lips and I tried to pull at his cheeks with my lips. I ran my tongue slowly along the underside of his nose, left and right, and then up over the tip. I put wet kisses on his eyes and wiggled my slicked-up tits against his chest. He felt slick too, what with all the oil. Man! It felt sooo sexy! I think he liked it, too, for he closed his eyes.
He leant back in the bath of oil and I felt his cock go hard again in my pussy. I thought he was going to fuck me again, but he put his hands under my buns and lifted me off his cock. Ah, what a pity.
He got up from under me and stepped out of the bath. There was a piece of plastic from the bath to the Jacuzzi, so we wouldn't ruin the carpet, and he took my hand and helped me out of the oil bath. The woman who'd done my make-up and shaved my pussy was there and she had run the Jacuzzi so we could immediately start washing. He washed my back – he has warm strong hands, and it felt sooo good! Then I washed his. Hmmm. Nice! The woman helped unfasten my hair and washed it.
He said I had beautiful breasts, and then he said I would look even sexier if I had my nipples pierced.
Huh! I had my ears pierced as a girl, and they said it wouldn't hurt. I screamed the place down. And then through my nipples! No way.
I said I was afraid it would hurt, and he asked if I knew how sexy it looked, and how sexy it felt to touch them.
No, of course I didn't.
Well, he said, maybe I would, soon.
We'll see about that, I thought.
We spent some time in the bath together and then the woman came with a towel and rubbed me dry again. The master of the mansion dried himself, I think. Then he dressed in a nice suit, and the woman gave me some sort of baby doll to wear. It was pink and transparent and had a lot of ribbons in front. And it had panties that fluttered a little around my buns. It felt nice, too.
We went to the corridor and into the next room where we had supper. He talked a lot. It was a kind of light meal, really, with some wine. He was very attentive, and he sat looking at me all the time. It felt as if he looked straight through my eyes and into my pussy. Does that make sense? It's how it felt anyway.
Then a woman came in; she was quite old and she said, "Molineux, what are you doing? You don't want to get in trouble with underage girls!"
And he said, "Mother, Charlene's twenty-five, and I'm old enough to know what I'm doing. And I'm thinking of making her my chatelaine."
Then she went away.
Chatelaine? My mother used to have one but she sold it during a bad patch. It was made of silver with scissors and stuff, and it was heavy. Maybe he means he likes me with my legs open? I like him that way, anyway. Well. But I know his name now. I never knew anybody called Molineux before. It sounds expensive.
When we'd finished our meal he accompanied me to my room. He came along to the bathroom and listened while I relieved myself and brushed my teeth. They had put my own toothbrush there. But I didn't see the rest of my things. Then I went to bed and slipped under the covers. He smiled at me and pulled them back, and then he pulled my panties down, and told me to lift my legs. Some chatelaine, I thought.
He took something from his pocket and pushed something into my pussy. It felt like two balls. Then he put something else up my ass that felt like a string of marbles. I wiggled my ass a bit; it was a pleasant feeling. He pushed my legs down again, put my panties back into place and pulled the covers up over my body.
Then he kissed my cheek, stroked my hair and wished me goodnight, switching the light off as he closed the door.
I tried to roll the balls around in my pussy a bit, but I was too tired. The bed was soft and big, and the room was nice and warm. I slept like a log.
I woke up because someone touched me. The room was dark, but I heard the rustle of material; later I saw it was a silk dressing gown.
Good morning, sleepy head - it was a woman's voice, one that I had not heard before, a little like a song.
Good morning, I said.
The woman stroked my hair, and then she moved the cover off my body, slowly. She ran a hand across my breasts and down to my sex, and then she pulled off my panties and went between my legs and started to kiss my pussy.
Hey, she said, did you bring your Ben-Wa balls?
And I said, so that's what they are? No, the master of the mansion put them there.
Molineux? Wow. He must see something in you alright.
Then she pulled them out while she sucked on my clit. Oh! I suddenly felt I had to go to the bathroom fast.
Why don't you just pee in my mouth, she said.
No please, I said. No way! I'm a good girl!
So I hurried into the bathroom, and she came with me, and I just ran for it without bothering to find the light switch. She stood next to me, and when she hear my piddle burbling down she put her hand under my pussy and tried to find my opening with a finger.
Bah! No accounting for tastes. But it felt good to be rid of it. I went to the door, found the light shift and saw the woman was licking her fingers. I went and washed my hands, and we went back into the bedroom.
She lay down with me and she pulled the blankets up. She said she was Mary Louise, Molineux's younger sibling.
You're his sister I said. Wow.
She said she preferred to be called his sibling.
Ok. I said that Molineux must be much older, but she said he was only thirty-two; in her family men always went grey at the temples before they were thirty.
Then she started to rub my tits. She said I had nice breasts, her brother was right.
I ran my hands to hers, and she opened her dressing gown, moved up a bit and pushed one into my face, so I opened my mouth to suck on it. Wow! It felt really different; there was a little ring through her nipple and it felt smooth and weird to my tongue. So that was what Molineux had meant when he said I might feel it soon.
I asked her if Molineux had asked her to come to my bed, but she said he hadn't. She always saw visitors early in the morning.