This is the fourth installment of my Guest House series. Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen. If you have the opportunity to read the other stories, it will help with the back story of the characters. I once again thank everyone for reading this and taking the time to vote.
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Dylan woke to a knocking on his door. Just before he got up, he noticed that he was still naked. Sunlight streaked through the windows. Looking at the clock, he noticed that he had slept in later than he wanted to. He wrapped a blanket around him and went to the door. Cindy stood there, beautiful as ever, in her running outfit.
"I didn't see you during my run and I'm just checking on you," she said.
"Sorry," he said. "Late night working. I must have over slept."
"No problem," she said and he couldn't help but stare at her perfect body. "I'll take a rain check."
"You got it," he said.
"Are you all right?" she asked, as he was about to the close the door. "Your back looks pretty tore up."
Now that she mentioned it, it did burn a bit. He tilted his head back and noticed several long claw marks on his back.
"Oh," he said and tried to come up with an excuse but nothing materialized. "I'll be fine."
He closed the door and hoped she didn't think him rude. He heard her footsteps down the stairs and he poured himself a bowl of cereal and got to work on the photos he took of Kim. After he cropped them and added some texture, he forwarded them to her email address on her business card. Almost instantly he got a reply.
'Thanks,' it said. 'I Had a great time at the photo shoot. Sorry I had to kick you out. Maybe we can take some more photos for the website again.'
'No harm in me leaving,' he wrote back. 'I'd love to take more photos. These came out great.'
He hit send and got dressed. As he went down to his car, he saw Carl pull into the driveway. Not wanting to be rude, he walked over to him.
"Dylan," Carl said. "How's the new place?"
"Great and how was your seminar?" he said and approached the silver Mercedes.
"Boring but successful. I'm glad to be home and get a couple of days off," he said and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk. "I'm throwing a little barbecue tonight for some of my insurance buddies to celebrate. You are welcome to swing on by."
"Sounds great," Dylan said. "I'm just about to mail some stuff out and head to the laundry mat."
"Listen, you can use our laundry room," Carl said. "Just use the side door. It is usually unlocked."
"Thanks. I hate wasting time there."
"No problem," Carl said and headed inside.
After mailing out some photos, Dylan brought down a basket full dirty clothes and entered through the side door. Some clothes were already in the washer, so he began removing them. His hands reached in and found one of Cindy's bras because it was a bigger cup than Samantha's. He ran a thumb over the inside part where her nipple would be touching and he started to get aroused. Dumping another handful into the dryer, he found a black thong. He imagined what it looked like on Cindy's perfect frame. His daydream was interrupted by footsteps approaching and dumped the clothes into the dryer and hurriedly turned it on. Cindy came in with another load of clothes.
"Oh, hi Dylan," she said. "Carl told me that you were going to use the laundry."
"If I'm in your way, I'll wait," he said. "I haven't started yet."
"Nonsense," she said and set down the laundry basket. Her loose shirt hung open and he could see her breasts dangling in a white bra. "Did Carl tell you about the barbecue?"
"Yeah," he said and started tossing his clothes into the washer. "Do you guys need me to bring anything?"
"I don't think so," Cindy said. "Carl loves to throw these things every once in awhile. He invites his co-workers over and has a few beers. Nothing fancy."
"Sounds good," he said. "I'll see you there."
She flashed him a warm smile and he headed out the side door and back to his apartment. He took the opportunity to plan his trip up to the Hawthorn National Park to take some wildlife photos for a nature magazine that he was partnering with for an article. A scientist wanted him to photograph a rare bird.
He heard cars start to pull into the driveway and when he looked outside, he could see Carl greeting several couples. One in particular, Kim and the man in the photo he had seen last night, greeted Carl. Great, he thought. Then he heard another set of car doors close and then a squeal of delight. He saw Cindy race out of the sliding glass door and embrace a younger version of her. A tall man stood behind her. They shook hands. The man had broad shoulders and looked to be over six-five. Carl went back to the grill and began flipping burgers, while the girls entered the house. Dylan went back to his work and a few minutes later he heard a knock on his door. He got up and opened the door.
"What's up, Samantha?" he asked. She wore a tight fitting tee-shirt that showed off her bellybutton and her jeans looked spray painted on.
"Oh, nothing," she said. "Just wondering if you are coming to the cookout."
"I'm not sure," he said.
"Work right?" she interrupted and stepped under his arm that propped the door open and entered. "You work to hard."
"Listen Samantha, if your dad saw you here, he'd kick me out."
"Don't worry," she said and sat down at his desk. "He sent me up here to see if you were coming. What are you working on? Birds? How boring."
"I am preparing for a camping trip," he said and leaned over her and minimized the browser.
"Oh I love camping," she said. "Can I come?"
"Absolutely not."
She puffed out her bottom lip and stood up. Placing her finger on his chest, she let it trail down to his belt buckle. He didn't stop her.
"You're no fun," she said and snatched his belt, pulling him into her. Her breasts pressed against his midsection and she looked up at him with her sparkling blue eyes. "You were so much fun the other day."
"You better go," he said but lost the battle to his growing cock. She felt it press against her and she unzipped his pants. "Samantha. Stop it."
She ignored him, knelt down and unbuckled his pants. He should've stopped her, but his jeans were around his ass and his cock bounced off the top of her head. She wrapped her hand around it and had to scoot back to kiss his tip. As she began working on it, he stared out the window and into the pool area. Carl and a couple of his buddies were drinking around the grill and Carla and the women were inside. Samantha gagged as she took too much of him and she used too much teeth. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and began bucking his hips back and forth. Using his other hand, he turned on his camera and hit record. She gagged and had to put both hands on his hips to slow him down. His heart raced as he watched the father of this bombshell teenager while he throat fucked her. He had to stop so that she could regain her breath.
"Now that was fun," she finally said, wiping some spit off her lips with her arm. She stood up and turned around. Wiggling her tight ass at him, she bent over and leaned on his desk. His hands kneaded her cheeks and she unbuttoned her pants, peeling them down her butt. Her pink thong rode up her crack and ended in a sexy lacy triangle. He looked outside and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. "What are you waiting for?"
He was about to reach out and pull down her thong when he noticed her mother and Tara exit the sliding glass door. Samantha turned around, pants rolled down to her thigh and leaned against his desk. She then lifted her shirt and displayed a matching lacy pink bra that showed a bit of nipple. She kept the shirt up and put her hands back on the table.
"Well?" she asked and stared at his massive erection. She then saw where he was staring and turned around. "Crap."
Carl was pointing up towards the guest house and Samantha quickly pulled up her pants and lowered her shirt. Dylan did the same. She was out the door within a minute and Dylan waited until his erection softened before he followed. When he arrived at the pool area, Carl was still talking to some of his buddies, so he put his six pack of micro-brew near a cooler and popped a bottle open.
"Dylan," Carl said and waved him over. "Meet Mike and Steve. They're part of my team."
"Glad to meet you," he said and shook their hands.
"Dylan is a photojournalist," Carl said. "He's renting the guest house above the spare garage."
They all began talking insurance jargon and Dylan sipped his beer, nodding occasionally when required. When his beer was empty, he excused himself to get another.
"Dylan," Cindy said from the inside. "Come on in. I want to introduce you to my daughter and her fiance, Richard."
He stepped into the den where Tara sat upon her Richard's lap with Cindy next to them on the small love seat. Samantha sat on one of the bar stools with a gorgeous woman Dylan had never met before, dressed in a hot sundress that showed off her long legs and ample breasts. Kim sat next to her and avoided looking at him.
"Glad to meet you," he said and shook Richard's hand. The big man squeezed his hand hard and Dylan reciprocated.
"How's my old place?" Tara asked. She had Cindy and Samantha's blonde locks and blue eyes, but she was well-endowed like her mother with big breasts and she wore a tight fitting shirt to display them.
"It's great. I hope you don't mind me taking it over from you."
"Not at all," she said and flashed a smile. "We're staying at a hotel anyways. My mom told me you were a photographer."
"Yeah. Mostly weddings, but I'm also working on a nature project."
"Really? That's interesting. I'm an environmental science major."
"She wants to save the world," her fiance said, smirking.
"What's your nature project?" she continued, ignoring her fiance.
"It's about birds," Samantha chimed in.
"It's about an endangered species of birds. Someone has hired me to get some shots of a species that is being effected by fracking," he said. "It's pretty boring stuff."
Tara's eyes widened and she spun around to face him.
