Was it just a dream or did that evening actually happen?
I parked my car at the foot of the drive and walked up the slope. The house was set well back from the road and had a dark, foreboding appearance. Slightly nervously I rang the bell. I heard it ring deep in the heart of the house but almost immediately the door was opened by what was obviously some kind of manservant.
Before I could even say I'd come to deliver some leaflets he said, "Welcome, sir. You must be the man for this evening."
"Well, no. Actually, I've come to deliver some leaflets," I protested.
"They all say that, sir," the man intoned in a deadpan, almost bored voice. "Come in," and then more hurriedly, "Come in, come in, they'll have heard the bell and will be wondering what I'm doing with you."
I stepped inside and immediately smelt a warm, exotic fragrance. I couldn't place it exactly but it reminded me of tropical nights and desert islands, hot and sweet. The man took my coat and turning, said, "Go through that door, sir. They're expecting you."
They, whoever 'they' were, obviously had me mixed up with someone else but I thought I should perhaps explain that directly to them and not to the manservant. I stepped through the door into a large, open room with a double height ceiling. On one wall a bright log fire was burning in a stone fireplace. The lights were turned down fairly low while around the room a number of candles burned adding their flickering light to the warm ambience. Scattered around the large room were four deep, soft couches while set right in the middle of room looking incongruously out of place, was a solitary dining chair.
Although I took all this on board in a glance, my attention was completely distracted by the occupants. Four beautiful, blonde girls all in their late twenties or early thirties lay or sat, one to each couch dressed in what I could only describe as flimsy gauze dresses. Their hair was piled up on top of their heads from where it fell it layers of ringlets about their shoulders. I could see that the top parts of their dresses were virtually transparent and through which their bra-less breasts were clearly visible. I caught my breath and wondered whether I had stepped into a dream.
Apparently not, for the girl nearest to me, rose and said, "Welcome, Tom. You are the man."
"But," I stuttered, "I've only come to deliver some leaflets." And how did she know my name?
"Oh, they all say that. Actually, I get quite bored with it, don't you? Will you take a drink?" It was an odd way to ask the question, but I nodded.
"Champagne? Of course, what else could we drink on a night like this?" One of the other girls rose and walked across to a side table where stood an ice bucket with a bottle of Champagne cooling inside it. She took the bottle out and poured me a glass. As she walked over to me I could see her breasts swaying under the flimsy material. She smiled at me. "Do you like this?" I wasn't sure if she meant her or the Champagne and she twirled in front of me before swaying her hips as she walked back to her couch.
"I think some introductions are in order," the first girl said. "I'm Chloe, this is Cleo, we're twins. And over there, that is Chrissie and Cassie, they're also twins but, as you may perhaps make out, not identical. I looked across at the other two and saw immediately what Chloe meant, for although all four girls had curvy girly figures Chrissie was easily the curviest, girliest of all of them. In fact, her large breasts were straining at the thin material as though trying to burst free.
I felt overwhelmed. It looked as though I had been expected by these four near-naked and beautiful girls, but how? Why? What was happening here?
Sensing my confusion, Chloe said, "Don't worry Tom. We know you are the man tonight and we're looking forward to this." I was wondering what 'this' was when Chloe spoke again. "Now, you must prepare. Chrissie and Cassie take him through, would you, please?
The two girls rose gracefully and walked over to me. I could hardly take my eyes of Chrissies' breasts bulging hard against the gauzy material of her dress. I saw now that the dresses' transparency faded around their waists so I could not see through them below the waist. All four girls had plunging deep cut necklines while a belt cinched in their waists giving them a deliciously sexy top heavy look, especially Chrissie.
They each took one of my hands and led me through to a door that opened off the main room. "This is where we are going to get you ready for what is to come," Cassie said as she turned and closed the door behind us. This room too, was fragrantly scented but with more masculine notes - I could smell sandalwood and cinnamon among the spices and there were sharper citrus notes, as well. The room was what is called a wet-room. A shower but with no shower stall, rather the whole room is the stall and the water just drains away from the tiled floor. "Listen," I began. "I think there's some dreadful mistake. I only came to deliver some leaflets."
''That's what they all say. Your name is Tom, isn't it?" Asked Cassie. "And you did come here tonight of your own free will?" I nodded. "Then there is no mistake. You are the man." That phrase again, I thought, it must mean something.
Chrissie, started to unbutton my shirt rubbing her hands over my bare chest. "Mmmm," she said. "Nice," before she removed it completely. Gradually the rest of my clothes followed, adding to the small pile on the floor.
Only my boxers were left when Cassie moved in behind me rubbing her
breasts against my back before pushing my boxers to the floor. "Oh, nice, very nice," murmured Chrissie in front of me as my cock appeared. "I think that will do very well, don't you sister, dear?"
Cassie looked round my now naked body. "Oh yes. Very well indeed, I should say."
Chrissie stood up and loosening her belt she shrugged her shoulders. The flimsy scrap of her dress dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. Underneath she was naked. Totally, butt naked. Her large, heavy breasts sat high on her chest each tipped with a hardening nipple while between her legs there was no trace of a bush to be seen. She was smooth and bare as the day she was born.
She walked over to the shower and flicked it on. "Come," she said, "We are to bathe you." This was simply getting better and better and she had said 'we'. I turned to look at Cassie who was stepping out of her dress. She too, was naked, and she too, was completely shaved. Holding my hand we walked into the shower area where the water was already cascading over Chrissie's body.
She laughed and held out her hand. "Come on, it's lovely, You'll enjoy this especially the last part." Wondering what on earth that meant I allowed myself to be led under the tumbling shower. The girls took a thick syrupy liquid from one of the range of jars on the shelf behind the shower and proceeded to smooth it onto my body. On my chest and back, down my arms and legs their soft gentle hands massaged me. No part of my body was left untouched except my cock all eight inches of which not surprisingly, was now rock hard.
They rinsed me off, washing the soap from my body until it gleamed smoothly clean in the lights. Chrissie then produced a razor and said, "Now I have one more thing to do. Just stand very still while I shave you." Having lathered up my balls and cock she proceeded to shave me expertly. Smooth, gently curving strokes ensured that no part of my groin was missed nor was there a single nick from the sharp blade. The whole area tingled with freshness and now that I had been shaved my cock seemed larger than ever- not that it was small to begin with. It's around eight inches fully hard but you could now see every one of those eight inches as it stood out throbbing proudly in front of me.
Chrissie looked up. "There," she said. "You are nearly ready, just one more thing to do." She took down the largest jar from the shelf and handed it to Cassie who removed the top. Chrissie delved a hand into it and brought out a dark, treacle-like substance. "This will have a remarkable effect on you. You will feel like you will stay hard forever and come as many times as you wish, but don't worry, this lasts for 18 hours after which everything will be normal again."
So saying she smeared the dark substance around my cock and balls. It felt cool at first and then it rapidly became warmer, heating me through and through before Chrissie turned the shower on me to wash the remainder off. The whole area around my groin now felt fantastic. My cock had seemed to grow even more after Chrissie had rubbed the dark cream into it and it jutted out in front of me. It seemed as though my whole being was concentrated in that one area - my jutting cock.