Dunvoc House

Chapter 2

Chloe woke up early the following morning, and having dressed carefully for the day to come in a dark business suit and a clean white blouse, she climbed into the Golf and headed into the office in Oban before Simon would be there. She needed to get the paperwork for Dunvock House in order before Ethan arrived in the afternoon. Simon arrived as she was pulling the Dunvock file from the cabinet.

"How did it go at Dunvock?" he asked.

Chloe blushed as she recalled the events of the previous afternoon, but managed to compose herself before she turned and replied.

"I sold it. Full price. No questions."

Simon looked astonished.

"What did you have to do to sell that house?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.

Dunvock was the most expensive property they had for sale and buyers with that sort of money didn't come along very often in this remote part of Scotland: she knew she had done well to shift it. Chloe smiled.

"I think that Ethan and I just had a connection," she replied, as she placed the file on her desk. She pulled out her chair, sat down at her desk and buried herself in the paperwork.

The morning passed in a blur, cross referencing files, and checking with the vendor's solicitors that the price that she had agreed was acceptable. She was only just stapling the contractual agreement together when the door to the office swung open, and Ethan strolled casually into the room.

"Hey, Chloe," He offered by way of a greeting. "That paperwork ready?"

"Hello Ethan," she replied. "Yes. All ready. Shall we go through to Simon's office and sign it?"

"One second," he replied. "We have an agreement to sign too, don't we?"

He pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket, straightened it out, and laid it in front of Chloe on her desk.

She looked carefully at the document.

"I, Chloe Robinson, give myself in entirety to Ethan Davis, to use as he seems fit. My body is his to use, and to share, and I will, without question, give myself without restriction to him, and to others, when he wishes me to do so."

"Got a pen?" Ethan asked.

Chloe picked up her pen, and, biting her bottom lip nervously, scrawled her signature at the bottom of the document before folding it again, and passing it back to Ethan.

Simon came into the office as Chloe and Ethan signed the documents: there were a few bank details to add but otherwise everything was in order. The anti-money laundering requirements were complex but had been completed, but despite her best efforts at using LinkedIn, Google and Instagram she knew very little about Ethan Davis. She had learned that he was rich, single and had a silver Olympic medal for pentathlon, which explained why he looked so very fit.

Simon was delighted with Chloe for the first time since she had joined Savills: he shook Ethan's hand and suggested he returned at 1500 to collect the keys once the money had arrived in the business account. Chloe was nervous, distracted by the contract she had signed, but Simon didn't seem to notice.

"I'd like Chloe to come with me to the house at 1500, show me around again and help me figure out the electricity, water, which key goes where," he told Simon.

"Of course Ethan, she's yours for the afternoon. She will look after you," he assured him.

Chloe felt her pussy tighten at the thought of Ethan burying his cock in her once more.

"Good" said Ethan "I have my ghillie coming to look at the loch and the outbuildings and Chloe will be most useful."

Ethan left and Chloe tried to concentrate on her email. Her phone buzzed. Ethan.

"Chloe you are mine now. Go home, shower, put on some lingerie, some very high heels, black stockings and suspenders. Tie your hair back in a pony tail. Meet me at the house, please be on your hands and knees on the dining table at 1500. Your arse and mouth should be ready for cock(s)."

Chloe felt her pussy start to get wet. She shut down her email, and picked up her bag, calling through through to Simon in the office beyond.

"I'm off to Dunvock, Simon."

She didn't wait for his reply, but climbed into the Golf and gunned the engine back to her cottage. She raced inside, pulling off her business suit, and dropping it onto a chair. Casting aside her "workday" underwear, she turned the shower to scorching hot, and climbed inside letting the scalding water run over her body. Reaching for a sponge, she soaped herself all over.

Once she was dry, she wrapped her hair in a towel while and raked through her lingerie drawer. What should she wear to be a slut for her new master, and maybe his ghillie too? Her pussy started to moisten again as she selected a black lace set, with matching stockings. That would do. She pulled the stockings up her legs and fastened them to her suspenders, admiring how they framed her sex in the long mirror of her wardrobe door. Her hand strayed to her pussy and she spread her lips apart, touching the tip of her pearl with a finger. She ached for Ethan's mouth there, remembering how he had devoured her only the day before. She sighed, and pulled her matching thong up her legs.

Hair dry, and scraped back into a high ponytail, she applied a touch of makeup, choosing scarlet lipstick and applying it carefully. She pulled her only pair of black Louboutin heels from her wardrobe, and slid her feet into them. Should she wear a dress...? There seemed to be little point, as her instructions were to be in her underwear on all fours on the dining room table. She'd only take it off when she got there, and the weather was warm, and so she grabbed a MacIntosh from the hall cupboard on her way back to the car, buttoning it over her underwear as she walked across the drive.

Luckily, nothing happened on the way back to Dunvock, and she pulled into the gravel driveway to see Ethan's Range Rover parked there. There was no sign of him, and the door was locked when she pushed against it. She fumbled in her bag for the keys, and this time (typically) managed to open the large oak door without any problem. She placed her bag on a carved oak chair in the panel hall, unbuttoned her MacIntosh and hooked it over the arm of the chair. Her heels clicked on the flagstone floor as she walked towards the dining room.

The room was as they had left it yesterday, with only a slight derangement of two chairs the indication of what had started there. Chloe shivered as she remembered Ethan's tongue probing her arsehole, and she wondered what lay in store for her that afternoon. Pulling a chair to one side, she sat on the edge of the table, swung her legs up, and crawled into the middle of the table. Resting her weight on her elbows, her knees wide apart, she waited.

There was an old clock on the solid mantelpiece above the fire: it ticked noisily and then chimed three times. She heard voices in the hall, Ethan and another man. For a second she panicked and sat up on her knees, suddenly uncertain and embarrassed that she was almost naked in Ethan's dining room, the memory of the day before and her need to fuck him again brought her back into her position as the door swung open and they came into the room. Chloe didn't turn around and waited for them to notice her.

"Ethan you have done well, it's perfect. Everything you have been looking for," said the other man as he walked over to the fireplace.

He was very tall, much broader than Ethan, and about ten years older, he turned now and noticed Chloe for the first time.

"And this must be Chloe."

He walked across to the table and ran his hand along Chloe's back. Ethan joined him and smiled at her.

"Yes, this is Chloe, who is proving herself to be even better than I could have hoped. Chloe, this is Douglas, he works for me and in my absence you will fulfil his needs as well. Understand?"

Chloe nodded, mutely, astonished that she had found herself in this situation.

Ethan continued. "Have a good look at her Douglas, she's what we are looking for too."

Douglas ran his hands over her back and grabbed her bottom in his large hands: he felt her as though appraising an animal. Having held her hips and declared them "solid" his hands moved up to her bra and he rubbed her nipples through the black lace. She blushed and moaned a little, he held her breasts in each hand and gently squeezed them, declaring "Very nice Ethan, she's very nice".

Ethan came behind her and slowly pulled down her pants to her knees

"You should taste her Douglas, she's very wet."

Ethan ran his fingers between her legs and opened her pussy, he slid inside her and rubbed her pearl with his thumb, and she wriggled to press her pussy against his thumb.

"Chloe, I think you like this," he laughed.

Ethan moved aside and Douglas took his place behind her at the end of the long table. He spread the cheeks of her bottom wide apart, pressed his face deep onto her and inhaled, then began to lick at her now very wet pussy. Douglas was very good at licking pussy and soon Chloe was gasping and moaning. Ethan sat in a chair watching her, she could see he was getting hard and her eyes were glued to his groin. He rubbed his erection through his trousers, and Chloe reached out her hand, beckoning him to come closer.

"Do you need cock Chloe?" he asked.

It was more of a statement than a question, as he unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang free. She licked the tip and smiled at him. Douglas stopped licking her and she was aware of him unzipping his jeans behind her: his cock pressed against her and slid inside, filling her pussy. God he was big. Ethan wasn't small, but Douglas's cock seemed to stretch her wide open. She pushed back against Douglas as he gripped her hips and pulled her on to him. Ethan held her face and watched as she reacted to being fucked, he cock inches from her lips. She smiled up at him and sucked him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head.

Ethan rested one knee on the table, and reached down with one hand to hold Chloe's ponytail he held her head still and deliberately fucked her mouth with his rigid cock. She opened her mouth and allowed allowed him to use her, a trickle of saliva escaping from the corner of her mouth. Douglas started to fuck her harder, his huge tool slipping out of her then sliding back in: she relished in the sensation and reached down with one hand to stroke her pearl.

Ethan caught sight of her and laughed.

"It didn't take much to turn you into a slut, did it? Douglas, come here and let her suck that big old cock of yours."

He pulled away from her, and Chloe felt his colleague's cock slide out of her pussy. She rolled over onto her back, wriggling her bottom to the edge of the table. Ethan lifted one of her ankles, spreading legs apart, and guided his cock into her pussy. She turned her head to see Douglas pushing his jeans down his legs. He lifted one knee onto the table, his magnificent tool stiff and glistening. She twisted to reach it, licked her wetness from his swollen head, and was pleased to see it twitch as she licked the sensitive underside of his glans. She sucked on the tip hungrily, as Ethan started to move in and out of her soaking pussy.

Douglas reached down to stroke her nipple through the lace of her bra. He pulled the strap from her shoulder, and pushed the material down to expose the nipple, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger. His hands were tough, ghillie's hands, and Chloe gasped at the sensation of his fingers on her sensitive skin. She opened her mouth wider and took as much of him as she could into her mouth: there was no way she could ever manage to take it all.

Douglas grunted as Chloe's mouth slid down his cock, and looked up at Ethan. "She's hungry, isn't she?"

Ethan nodded. "Yes. And she's got a lovely tight little ass. Look."

He pulled his cock out of Chloe's pussy, and a bead of liquid ran between her thighs. Ethan ran his fingers between her buttocks, catching the drop and rubbing it into her ass with his middle finger. She moaned, her mouth full of Douglas's cock, as he pushed the tip of his finger into her tiny hole. He looked her straight in the eyes as he slid first one, then two fingers into her arsehole, stroking her pearl as he started to fuck her ass with his hand. She kept her eyes fixed on his as she sucked hard on Douglas's cock.

She wiggled her ass on Ethan's fingers, desperate to feel him deeper inside her. Ethan spread her ass cheeks wide apart, his eyes glued on her tight little hole. His cock ached to be back inside her and he rubbed the head of his penis against her wet pussy and then pushed slowly against her anus. Chloe didn't stop sucking Douglas as Ethan's cock pushed through her hot, tight sphincters. He buried himself as deep as he could inside her, pulling her deeper onto him by the hips. She wrapped one hand around the shaft of Douglas's cock and redoubled her efforts at sucking him,

"She's a slut alright, Ethan," said Douglas, squeezing her breasts hard again, "I think she would like both of us inside her."

Chloe could think of nothing else other than how much she would like that. Already having two men to herself was pushing her beyond where she had ever been. She knew she wanted to feel two cocks in her at once: she had spent hours masturbating imagining two men fucking her like that and moaned with desire and delight when Douglas suggested it.

"I'll take her slutty arse Douglas," said Ethan, "Now roll over slut and spread yourself for

me."

Ethan pulled out of her and she rolled over, kneeling up on the table. Douglas knelt between her thighs and she wrapped her arms around his neck for support as he slid his rock hard cock into her wet pussy. She leant again this chest as he reached behind her and held her buttocks in each hand: he spread her open and Ethan slid once more into her tight arse. This time it felt much bigger as she was already full of Douglas's cock: the addition of another thick cock was more than she could cope with and she gasped as he thrust deep inside her. Their chests pressed against her tits and back, they thrust in time, first one and then the other, harder and deeper, each time going deeper and harder.

Her orgasm came from somewhere deep inside, she half cried, half shouted as she came. Douglas held her up, close to him as Ethan fucked her even harder, he closed his eyes and held her firmly by the hips as he ejaculated deep in her arse. Ethan didn't move as Douglas thrust harder into

her, and as his cock began to soften and slide out of her, Douglas was able to thrust deeper. He came minutes after Ethan, filling her pussy with cum.

She lay face down on the table with her arse in the air. Come dripped from both of her holes and her lipstick was long gone. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Ever since she was a teenager she had wanted to feel two men in her at once and now it had happened. She was sated but also knew that she wanted it again, wanted more than two men, wanted one in her mouth, one in her pussy and one in her arse. Three. Four. She wanted to be desired by them all. More. Harder.

Ethan pulled a handkerchief from his abandoned jeans pocket.

"Clean yourself up Chloe," he advised "go and rest, you wonderful girl, report back here at 1900."

Chloe pouted. She was disappointed to be dismissed: she had just had the most incredible sexual experience of her life and she was devastated that it was over. But she had to obey: she was his to command.

She sulked upstairs to the main bedroom, where just days ago Ethan has fucked her for the first time. On the bed lay a diamanté collar, a matching large butt plug and a toiletry bag of cosmetics and luxury shower gel and body oil. She showered slowly, fingers sliding once more into her pussy and arse as she re-lived the fucking she had received downstairs. Eventually she got out of the shower and laid down for a sleep, setting her alarm for 1830 to allow time to prepare for whatever was happening at 1900. As she drifted off to sleep she slid her right hand between her legs and rubbed slowly but firmly across her pearl. Ethan had given her more than she could even have imagined, she couldn't wait to fuck him again.

Ethan stood at the window looking out across the loch as Douglas drove slowly down the drive and waved a hand from the window of his Defender. The sun was still warm and bright in the sky and he sat down in the dusty chair. He dealt with some emails and forwarded them to Alice, his project manager. Alice had been a friend since university: she had a successful interior design business now after spending years skiing, sailing and travelling with a succession or rich and older men. She had eventually married one of them who had died shortly thereafter leaving her with money and houses, but no career or children. So she worked because she liked to make her friends lives easier and more beautiful: she would turn Dunvock into something special. He pulled out his phone and started to type.

"Alice, need you to see this house. See attached pdf. Can you come up soon? I have a friend I'd like you to meet who is your type, Douglas will be here too. I'll send a jet to wherever you are. E."