Dunvock House Ch 05

The next morning the weather had changed and a heavy front from the Atlantic brought rain and low cloud that turned the skies dark and had a correspondingly depressing effect on Chloe's mood. Friday felt far away and she had heard nothing from Ethan since his threat to punish her. The garage was an hour walk away, and there was no public transport option where she lived, so she decided to wait for a break in the rain and then run to pick up her car. The garage had called first thing: apparently the problem was fixed and they preferred cash to cards.

Around 11am the rain went off and Chloe put on her shorts, sports bra, tight Lycra running top and her baseball cap. She pulled on her trainers and headed outside: the clouds were thinning out and there was some blue sky appearing. She pressed 'start' on her Garmin and started off along the road to cover the 6k of road between her and town. She ran without music, partly to hear the cars that sometimes drove along the road at terrifying speeds, and partly to process some of the things that has happened since she sold Dunvock. The run into town was easy and mostly downhill, her legs were used to running and she sped up as the first few drops of rain started to fall again.

"Shit, shit, shit" she muttered as the rain picked up.

Before long it was torrential, and she sprinted to some trees about 300 metres ahead to shelter whilst she waited for the worst of it to pass. As quickly as it had come in, the cloud blew over, the rain lessened, and she resumed her run, but felt chilly as the damp had soaked her through.

She reached the garage in under 30 minutes, running sub-5 minute kilometres downhill was easy and she reminded herself not to be too pleased at the pace. She walked into the garage workshop and tried to see where she was likely to find a receptionist. There were three cars in various states of repair, it was quite dark and she could hear some music playing. She shivered again and rubbed her arms, looking down to see that her nipples were erect and visible through her damp top, she pulled the fabric away from her tits and hoped that whoever was here wouldn't notice.

"Hello!" she called out, "I'm Chloe, here for my Golf. I'm a friend of Ethan's"

She walked further into the garage towards an office at the back, and she could see there was someone in there. The door was ajar and she knocked gently on the door and pushed it open a bit further. A man was sitting in a leather swivel chair, the sort executives had in the 1980's, his overalls were at his knees and was leaning back with his eyes shut. Kneeling between his legs was a much younger woman: she had her black skirt hitched up around her waist and was wearing red lace knickers and black hold-up stockings.

From the expression on the guy's face she was giving him the blow job of his life. He pushed her head down, and she gagged on him and tried to control his thrusting with her hand. He very slowly opened his eyes and looked right at Chloe, who froze and put her hand to her mouth, then ducked back behind the door.

"Come in sweetheart" he called, "I'm big enough for both of you".

Chloe paused outside the office. Should she go in? What would Ethan think?

She didn't hesitate long, and as she walked in the girl turned to her.

"Hey, want to share?" she asked.

Chloe knelt down beside her and smiled, and the girl licked the head of the man's circumcised cock and smiled at the her. She tucked a wisp of hair behind Chloe's ear and took off her baseball cap.

"I'm Mhairi. You're new here?" she asked.

Chloe nodded and Mhairi kissed her.

"You're all wet and cold. Let's warm you up, get some of Ritchie's massive cock in you".

Chloe couldn't really think of anything else she would rather do than touch the beautiful cock in front of her. It was twice as thick as anything she had ever seen, not the longest but definitely thicker than she had ever had, and she knew she wanted to sit on it. Mhairi wrapped her small hand around the base of the shaft and sucked him, she licked the underside with her firm tongue and Chloe kissed the side of the shaft. Mhairi sat back on her knees and let Chloe suck all of it into her mouth. She had do stretch her jaw wide to fit it all in and when she felt him hit the back of her throat he moaned.

Mhairi was pressed close beside her and Chloe was shocked when she bent towards her and kissed her shoulder. Chloe kept sucking Ritchie, while Mhairi slid the straps of her running top off and undid the back of her bra. She was rough and quick and Chloe had no time to protest.

"Fuck you've got great tits, I'm jealous" said Mhairi as she squeezed each one.

Chloe let Ritchie's cock slip out of her mouth, but stroked it slowly with her hand, running her thumb over the wet tip with each stroke.

"Thank you" said Chloe feeling oddly self conscious.

Ritchie grunted. "Strip off those running shorts and let's have a look at your cunt," he said, adding "Do you want to sit on this big cock?"

He shook his erection at Chloe. She was shocked at the crudeness of his language and wished that she could tell him so, but she did want to sit on his thick cock, and instead of being shocked she was really more aroused than annoyed.

"Fuck it," she thought, "These people don't know me, they are never going to see me again."

"I want that cock in me," she said, standing and pulling down her shorts and kicking off her her trainers.

Mhairi grabbed her face and kissed her lips. Ritchie stood and slid his hands around their legs squeezing their arse cheeks firmly..

'Open your legs sweetheart, and show me that wet cunt," he demanded.

Chloe lifted one leg up on the desk and Ritchie leaned forwards to press his face into her. He licked her pussy and slid two fingers inside her. She kissed Mhairi back, enjoying it more than she thought she would: her lips were so soft, the skin of her face so smooth and her hair had fallen around her face enveloping them in a curtain of sweet smelling skin, mint mingled with cock and a floral perfume smell. Kissing a girl was nice and Chloe was enjoying that as much as the tongue on her pearl and the fingers in her pussy.

Mhairi stepped back and unbuttoned her skirt, pushing it down her legs. She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it to the side, and knelt in front of Ritchie in her slutty red bra and pants, pushing his overalls further down his calves. He thrust his cock towards her, and she took it in her mouth, reaching up with one hand to cup his balls.

Ritchie moaned, and sucked hungrily on Chloe's pearl, his fingers deep in her wet pussy. He slowly started to fuck her with his hand, and she reached down to wrap her fingers in his hair and pull him into her. His fingers slid in and out of her easily: and she ground down on his face. He pulled away, and stood beside the desk, looking down at Mhairi.

"Lick her cunt. I want to watch you," he commanded, stroking his thick cock slowly as he sat back in the chair.

Chloe blushed, and involuntarily put her foot back on the ground, her knees together, but Mhairi turned towards her and gently pushed them apart with her hands. Chloe twisted briefly, then leaned back against the edge of the desk and allowed her to spread her knees, as Mhairi leaned in towards her pussy. She licked slowly up and down Chloe's lips, then flicked the tip of her tongue gently across her pearl. Chloe gasped and leaned back on the desk, very aware that Ritchie was watching from the chair. He couldn't tell that this was the first time that a girl had gone down on her, could he? God it felt good. She reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple, closing her eyes and moaning quietly as Mhairi sucked softly on her clit.

She felt rough hands on her breasts, and opened her eyes. Ritchie was standing beside the desk, his cock inches from her face. She turned her face to the side and took him in her mouth, sucking on him greedily as Mhairi spread her open and fucked her pussy with her sharp little tongue. Chloe sucked greedily on Ritchie's cock, swirling her tongue around the head. He squeezed her breasts firmly, holding her head still to thrust deep into her mouth. God, he was thick. Chloe couldn't imagine what it would feel like as he stretched her pussy apart. Mhairi's tongue circled her pearl, and she felt slim fingers spread her lips apart, before Mhairi slid them slowly into her, flexing them to press against the front of her soaking cunt. Mhairi started to work her fingers in and out of her, and Chloe ground down on her face and hand. God it felt good to have a big cock in her mouth while Mhairi fucked her with her fingers, and she felt herself start to come, letting Ritchie's cock slide out of her mouth as she shuddered to orgasm.

Mhairi kissed her mouth: she tasted of pussy and Chloe held her face in her hands and kissed her back, their tongues gently touching. Mhairi sat up on the desk and opened her legs, she slipped off her underwear and put her hand between her legs, touching herself. Chloe knelt down on the floor and kissed the inside of her thigh, she kissed the soft skin slowly and gently and moved closer to her wet pussy. She hesitated for a second and looked up at her, Mhairi was smiling and nodding encouragement. She ran her tongue across the hood of her clitoris, maintaining an even pressure, just like she liked it done to herself. Then she licked from six o'clock to twelve o'clock, lapping at the pink nub slowly and repeatedly speeding up slightly as she went. She rolled her tongue and sucked it onto her mouth.

"Nobody eats pussy like girls eat pussy," murmured Mhairi, her eyes closed. Ritchie knelt behind Chloe and stroked the opening of her pussy with his big dick. "Keep licking her" he said as he slowly pushed it into her. Chloe gasped as he stretched her apart. God he was thick. She lowered her face back onto Mhairi's pussy as Ritchie started to fuck her.

Chloe rubbed her fingers across Mhiari's pearl and looked into her eyes, Mhairi nodded and she kept going, she didn't move at all and Chloe took this as sign she was touching her the way she wanted. Ritchie continued his slow, deep thrusts into her, careful not to move her too much as she attended to Mhairi.

"You're doing that right, she likes it," he said.

Mhairi closed her eyes: she moaned and Chloe kept going, not changing the tempo or the pressure. Mhairi suddenly shuddered, moaning, and Chloe smiled, she'd never given a woman an orgasm before. Ritchie held her hips and thrust more insistently into her, she turned to look at him and smiled.

"Girls get on your knees and look up at me" he grunted as he pulled his cock out and took it in his hand.

The girls obediently knelt side by side, kissed each other and then looked up at him. He sped up and pulled more firmly on his cock; his balls tightened and he spurted arcs of semen into Mhairi's open mouth. She swallowed and smiled as Chloe licked the last drops of cum from the tip of his softening clock. The girls kissed again, their breasts pressing together and long hair tangling as they held each other in an embrace.

"Mhairi you're so pretty and you taste so good" Chloe said, helping the girl to her feet.

"So are you" she replied fingers once more finding their way into Chloe's pussy. "Just because he is finished doesn't mean we are."

"It does when I pay your wages Mhairi," said Ritchie. "Open her legs wide and get her to suck your fingers, I need to send Ethan a report on her behaviour and photographic evidence of what sort of slut she is."

He took out his iPhone and photographed the girls. Chloe's lips were puffy and red from the sex and her face was slick with licking Mhairi. She sucked hungrily on Mhairi's fingers and stared into the camera.

Ethan received the images from Ritchie and smiled. She was not fazed by anything this girl, and he wondered how on earth she had ended up here in the middle of nowhere when she was so obviously suited to a more exotic life than Argyll and Bute.

He texted Ritchie back, "Thanks mate, love to Mhairi!" and closed his phone.

He was sure that he had found the right woman and the right house, and she was ready to entertain a shoot, of that he was sure. He just needed to ask her to sign the NDA and get her some better lingerie. A three day-shoot meant at least six outfits. He opened WhatsApp and found what he was looking for: "Hetairai Gun Club"

He messaged the group, typing rapidly. "Have a lodge, ghillie, a new H and guns. Can you make it up on the 15th? Usual four of us, usual rules."

As always Freddie replied instantly, with a thumbs up emoji. The others would be working, he looked at his watch to think about what time it would be in Singapore. They hadn't seen each other for a year, but prior to the COVID pandemic they regularly would take turns finding a good shooting lodge and a truly beautiful, exclusive woman who would take turns with all of them, together. Of course sometimes that meant paying a lot of money to a very expensive escort, but the best times had been with women they had found in sex clubs or online who wanted to experience more than one man inside her at once.

They had started sharing women when they were in twenties when none of them had time to commit to a girlfriend but all of them felt that between them they could keep one woman happy. Only Freddie had subsequently married: his wife knew nothing of their hobby. The others found it impossible to maintain a relationship that would tolerate the HGC and so far nobody had met anyone that they would want to give it up for. They were overdue a few days of relaxation.

Chloe put her running kit back on, not bothering with her bra or underwear. Ritchie took her to the car.

"You'll be £110 plus vat for that" he said. "There was a loose connection to the ECU."

Chloe thanked him and took her card out of her shorts pocket.

"Mhairi will take the payment Chloe, it's been a pleasure."

He kissed her on the cheek and walked over to a car with its bonnet up.

Chloe went back to the office to pay and say goodbye to Mhairi. She had enjoyed sex with another woman more than she thought she would. Another customer arrived as she entered the office and Mhairi processed the payment without giving any clue to what they had been doing. She handed Chloe the receipt and their fingers touched.

"Thanks Chloe and I've put my number on the top of the receipt there in case you need to call me about anything".

Chloe smiled and thanked her. Mhairi turned to the other customer, greeting her with a cheerful "Good morning." The woman looked at Chloe and raised her eyebrows. Chloe caught sight of herself in the side mirror of the car: no bra and just been shagged hair! She chuckled to herself and opened the car door. She dropped into the seat, turned the radio on, found her sunglasses and plugged her phone in to charge. The Golf started no problem and she headed back up the hill to home. Her phone pinged.

"Message received from Ethan," CarPlay informed her. "Would you like to hear it?"

She slid one hand between her legs and squeezed her thighs together.

"Yes," she told the car.

Siri read out the message, "I need you for 72 hours from the 15th. Can you take holiday? Need bra size, shoe size, dress size asap."

She pulled over and picked up the phone."Yes. 32D. 7. 10." She could be as perfunctory as he could.

Ethan replied, "And dinner this Friday with Alice and I, maybe Douglas too. Come straight from work."

She confirmed she would be there, wondered who Alice was and felt excited about the chance to have sex with a woman again. She had Mhairi's number now too, which was tempting. Ethan had not said anything about her not dating. But between now and Friday she had to have Gallanach valued and start writing the schedule: she was losing track of days and time because she was so distracted by Ethan and the world of sex she seemed to have fallen into. She pulled up at the house and decided to focus on what she had to do: shower, food, and work.