The Blue House Pt 01

Nate looked at the ivory business card in his wallet and wondered how it got there. The card read in ornate blue script:

The Blue House

5820 Mockingbird Drive

March 4@ 7:00 PM

There was no reason for the card to be there and Nate had no recollection of getting or picking it up. It simply was. The fact that it was also bore an amazing compulsion. Nate could not wait for the appointed day and hour. When the day came, Nate hurried through his work and went home, shaved and showered anew and dressed. As he looked in the mirror, he liked what he saw. He was in his early 30's, short blond hair, a relatively fit body kept that way with hours spent on his road bike each week. His cock was a better than average, perhaps seven inches long when erect and nestled in a thatch of hair the same color as his head. The carpet still matched the drapes. Nate picked out a grey suit and green tie then heeded the call of the card.

The house on Mockingbird Drive was set well back from the road with an iron gate crossing the driveway and an ivy covered brick wall surrounding the property. Nate pulled his car up to the gate and looked at the card, then at the brass plaque embedded in the brick above an intercom panel. He pushed the button and said, "This is Nate Johnson, I have a card..." Before he could say anything more the gate clicked and swung open showing a space just inside where he could park. At the same time, a series of blue foot lights turned on, guiding him up to an immense Colonial style mansion.

Nate stepped from the car and followed the lights to the front door. As he approached, the twin lamps flanking the door turned on and the door opened, revealing a striking blonde-haired woman in a low cut, backless red evening gown. Her hair tumbled down her neck, partially obscuring a silvery choker around her throat. Nate looked at the woman, appreciating her body, from the graceful arc of her neck to the way that here breasts rose out of the gown. She was a full C, and it appeared that the only thing holding the gown up was her nipples, which made small peaks at the top of each triangle of fabric. Nate was a breast man by choice and while he preferred larger, the woman's tits were so perfectly formed that he had difficulty taking his eyes off them and his dick kept trying to pop to attention in his trousers.

"I am Ingrid Mr. Johnson. You are expected. Please follow me." Ingrid led him towards the back of the house. As he followed, Nate took in alternately the collection of art and antiques and the interesting things that were happening inside Ingrid's dress. Her ass seemed to dance, moving sinuously, begging anyone watching to hold it. Other than leading him (and leading him on it seemed), Ingrid was uninterested in any kind of conversation which Nate thought strange. He was not unattractive, he did not smell bad, and he had not been discourteous. Something was clearly going on in the house on Mockingbird Drive.

After leading him down a long hallway, Ingrid opened the door to a room at the back of the house. The room itself was large, impressively so and different in style from anything else in the house. If he were to guess, Nate thought that the room ran the entire width of the house itself. The floor was grey flagstones and the ceiling was at the roofline of the entire house so two or three stories Nate estimated. The lower part of the walls had tapestries while the vaulted ceiling had thick wooded beams that looked like whole tree-trunks were squared off and put in place by a giant. Between the tapestry and the beams were tall thin windows, which cast spears of moonlight into the room. Toward one end of the room sat a large old wooden table so old stained almost black with age and innumerable coats of oil and varnish. The table was set for two with China, wine, and a pair of candelabra twinkling brightly.

The sight of the room took Nate by surprise. Taking in his surroundings he completely missed noticing the man at the head of the table. Upon seeing him, he walked over to the table and the empty seat at the man's right hand. The man himself was older and exuded a cultured urbanity that was both easy to be around and completely unsettling. He had a shock of silver hair and a cream suit tailored with such exactness that it looked painted on.

"Come. Sit, Nathaniel. I am sure that you must have a million questions. My name is Edward Roberts and I've been looking for you for quite some time," the man said calmly.

Nathan sat and took a sip of wine while Roberts continued, "No doubt you are wondering why you are here and how the card ended up in your wallet. The first question is rather more interesting so I thought that we could attend to that one first. In short, I have chosen to give you a gift. A number of gifts in fact, wrapped up in one. Before I get to that, let me explain some things to you about this house. The Blue House is a wonderland of sorts. People come here to be freed of their inhibitions when those inhibitions are too strong to overcome any other way. They come here because they want to enjoy many of the pleasures that life has to offer without worrying about all the messy parts. They do not want to arrange, or search, or anything. They just want to do, to experience, and to be. The Blue House helps them do that. With this."

Roberts reached into his pocket and withdrew what looked like a smart phone. Setting it on the table he turned it on and pushed one of the buttons on the screen. Immediately from the main door and one further down the room that Nate had not seen, a line of women entered the dining room. Ingrid, still wearing her red gown, led the women into the room. The line formed across from Nate, ten women, all gorgeous.

Nate scanned the line. Each wore evening attire of some sort. The small-breasted brunette wore a little black cocktail dress, the Japanese woman wore a silver sheath, the redhead halfway down the line a green dress that lifted her imposing rack up and almost out of the dress, putting the pale orbs on display. The only thing that the women had in common was that each had the same silver choker around their necks as Ingrid did.

"I see you've noticed the bands. Yes, that is the secret. Each person who chooses to come to the Blue House chooses to wear a controller band. They willingly had over a piece of themselves in order to experience things that they cannot or would not get on their own. Please, feel free to examine them. Ask them anything you like or nothing at all. Let me know if there is anything that you would like. The ladies are in "neutral" at the moment. Look, touch, enjoy.

Nate pushed back from the table and walked down the line. He was drawn to the redhead but wanted to save her for later, if there was a later. He did however pause long enough to ask her name which turned out to be Rachel. Walking up and down the line was equal parts candy shop, brothel lineup and horse inspection at the track. Nate could feel his dick stiffening again in his trousers. As he perused, he would stop every now and again to smell the perfume of a woman's neck, perhaps a peak or more than a peak down a dress, a gauging group of a well-rounded ass cheek. Second from the end was a woman with black hair so dark that it looked purple and skin the color of toffee. She wore a scoop necked dress that showed off bronzed breasts and was slit up almost to her waist.

"Mr. Roberts, who is this enchanting creature?" Nate enquired.

"That is Aarti, do you like her?" Roberts hand moved to the control and flicked a button. Aarti's eyes lit up as her control collar went from Neutral to Amorous.

"Aarti will respond to any questions that you may have or instructions that you give her short of sexual acts. We still need to use the remote for those at this stage of training but the rest are fair game." Roberts said from his place at the table.

Nate was somewhat incredulous that a simple control box could bring a woman to do whatever it was that was asked. He decided to try it out with something simple. "Aarti raise your right arm please."

The woman smiled and raised a slim arm over her head.

"Aarti, grab your tits for me." Aarti grasped her breasts and pushed them together and up for Nate's inspection. He lowered his nose into her cleavage and inhaled deeply. Her skin smelled like orange blossom and something deeper, spicier. At the same time, he moved his hand up to her left breast and squeezed gently while he ran a thumb over her nipple. As soon as his thumb hit the nipple, Aarti's grin contracted as she inhaled sharply.

"The control collar reinforces any sensations of pleasure that the girl feels," Roberts explained, "That way they gradually begin to associate activity with pleasure and retrain their minds to overcome the inhibitions that brought them to the Blue House to begin with."

"Don't you think you'd feel more comfortable without that dress on Aarti? It is very warm in here. I am sure you agree," Nate suggested, seeing how far he could push the girl.

Aarti reached behind her neck and unhooked the dress, allowing it to fall to the ground in a silken puddle around her feet. Underneath the dress, she was wearing a leopard print bra and panty set with thigh-high stockings. She again reached behind her and unhooked the bra, shrugging out of it. Her tits were full and shaped like half a pear giving them at the bottom. Her nipples were wine dark and large, the areolas beginning to pucker in arousal. Aarti slipped her hands inside the waist of her panties and slipped them over her hips to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. She had a small landing strip of hair leading right to her pussy. Her hips were shapely with just a bit of flesh on them. Nate did not care for girls who looked like they had not eaten in a week.

"Mr. Roberts, I think I'd like a blowjob from Aarti if you don't mind" Nate said as he looked at the nude girl in front of him.

As soon as Roberts pushed the control, Aarti stepped forward, her breasts pushing against the fabric of Nate's suit. He felt his dick go fully erect and strain back against the beautiful Indian woman's belly through his silk boxers and the linen of his trousers. She put one lithe arm around his neck and pulled his head down to her lips. Their mouths met and Nate was surprised at how soft Aarti's lips were. At first there was just subtle pressure as they brushed against one another and then their lips opened in unison. Aarti's tongue probed against his teeth and then entwined with his for a moment before breaking away.

"Sir, I would very much like to give you pleasure with my mouth. May I begin?" Aarti whispered into Nate's ear.

Nate nodded and Aarti slid down his body, dragging her full tits over him and tugging at his clothes with her nails. She undid his belt, button, and zipper and pulled his pants down, then released his cock from its confines. Pre-cum had already created a bit of a wet spot on the silk of his boxers. Aarti started to kiss up and down Nate's shaft, gradually opening her mouth so there was a combination of lips and tongue bathing the dick in front of her. Then she straightened pushed her tits back together, spitting into the crevice between the brown mounds. She maneuvered Nate's cock into her cleavage and started to stroke, making sure that her tits were always in contact with him. Each time that the tip of his shaft would poke out of the top of the tit tunnel, Aarti would give it a little kiss, lick, or pop it into her mouth for a second.

Nate put his head back and concentrated on the feeling of fucking Aarti's tits and anticipating getting his dick inside her mouth. He skin was very soft and smooth to begin with but her spit and his pre-cum and made a slippery tunnel that had him rolling his hips and curling his toes in pleasure inside his loafers. She had her tits pressed tightly together and each time he thrust forward, it took a bit of pressure to part her breasts. That parting put a delicious friction on the head of his cock, like parting pussy lips for the first time. The moisture on Aarti's chest glistened in dim light of the room and when Nate looked down he could see in crystal detail each tiny hair and pore of her flesh. Time slowed, the seconds drawing out in Nate's mind and all that existed was the faint slithery sound of skin on skin as he thrusted and then a small wet slap as Aarti's mounds closed over his member when he withdrew.

Nate looked down, pulled his shaft from between her breasts, and moved it back towards Aarti's face. She kissed the tip and then opened her mouth, seemingly inhaling him. Aarti's mouth was warm and she sucked hard on Nate's cock, her cheeks dimpling as her head bobbed up and down. She brought one hand up to the base of his cock, encircling it with her fingers and started to pump in rhythm with her mouth. The other cupped his balls and played with them gently. Nate's hands came up and entwined into Aarti's hair, guiding her head and controlling the speed of her cocksucking.

Nate was not sure what Aarti's issues were that had brought her to the Blue House. It certainly was not her oral skills. Her tongue and lips played up and down his cock as she sucked him. Nate thought the incredible blowjob felt like the best parts of silk and warm honey with amazing suction thrown in. Aarti was certainly enthusiastic. Strands and bubbles of her saliva sneaked out of her mouth and ran down her chin. Those strands stretched until some of them would reach the upper curves of her breasts and then snap, only to then accumulate in rivulets between her tits.

The pressure started to build at the base of Nate's cock, a fire that kindled and grew more intense with each stroke and bob of Aarti's head. His hips moved more insistently, thrusting deeper into Aarti's mouth, transforming the blowjob into a face fucking of the first order. He heard Aarti gag as the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat. Nate slowed for a second to let Aarti catch up and then he felt her throat relax and start to make swallowing motions. The warmth of Aarti's mouth combined with her hand pumping his cock finally made Nate's dick start to pulse. He shot the first wad of seed into Aarti's mouth just as she swallowed. The sticky mass clearly caught her by surprise and her eyes bulged as Nate continued to cum. If anything, Aarti's handiwork milked out more cum that usual for Nate and a bit dribbled out from the corner of her mouth.

Nate finished and pulled his cock from Aarti's mouth and then stumbled back into a chair at the table, his legs thrust out in front of him, trousers bunched around his ankles. "Oh fuck, that was amazing. I haven't been sucked off that well since, well I can't remember since when."

Nate looked at Aarti who was still on the slate floor where he had left her. She was kneeling, back straight, breasts thrust out proudly in front of her and a hint of a smile caressing her ruby lips. Her erect nipples spoke to the state of her arousal in clear language. The control collar had worked like a charm and the psychological pleasure reinforcement had obviously given Aarti a certain amount of satisfaction. Nate wondered if she would like some more.

"Mr. Roberts, can that gadget make her start playing with herself?" Nate asked.

"Indeed it can." Roberts pushed another control and Aarti's hands leapt to the bottom curves of her breasts, cupping the swelling flesh, and massaging them. Her fingers started to flick at and tweak her left nipple while her other hand strayed between her legs. At first, she hesitated, fingers dallying in the black track of hair above her pussy, and then slowly, haltingly she pushed her middle fingers past the veil of her lips and started to stroke and rub her clit.

Aarti's breath hissed in her mouth and she let out a low moan as she flicked the small nub of flesh at the top of her pussy. As the sensations increased, she parted herself and then ran a finger into the depths of her tunnel. She started to stroke inside, the finger running in and out and spreading her juices first over the digit and then, increasingly as her body responded over the other fingers and her hand. The musk of her scent filled the room and the Nate started to get hard again, as he watched Aarti masturbate herself on the floor in front of him. He could see little flashes of pink as Aarti worked her fingers faster and faster. Her breath was coming in little gasps and she bounced up and down on her heels.

The finger fucking brought out a sheen of sweat on Aarti's breasts and Nate could see a bead run down her temple, along her neck and into the little hollow at the base of her neck above her breastbone. Aarti switched hands, plunging two and then three fingers into her dripping hole and running the other up over her body through her hair and then bringing them to her mouth where she sucked the dew from her fingers. Aarti's active hand was working out her pussy like a champion. Each thrust made squelching noises as she plowed her sopping furrow. All Nate could think about as the scent of sex permeated the air was how much he wanted to replace Aarti's fingers with his dick. He was fully hard again and he gestured vigorously for Aarti to join him.

When she stood, Nate gazed longingly at her, his cock afire with need. He noticed the thatch of dark hair was matted into tight curls with Aarti's juices and those same juices had slicked the inside curves of her thighs. She had done such a thorough job of masturbating herself that the lips of her pussy were dark red and opened like a flower in bloom. Nate placed his hands on her naked hips and brought her over his engorged member. As Aarti started to settle on him, she reached beneath her and grasped his cock, steering it into place. Aarti started to lower herself. The knob of his cock entered her and then she the muscles of her thighs flexed and she stopped, suspended over him.

Aarti closed her eyes and a grin chased itself across her face. At the same time, she started to work with muscles that Nate would dream about years later. Her pussy gripped him tightly, like a glove of warm velvet, and then released him. The look of concentration was plain on her face. Each squeeze of her pussy brought her a little further down his pole. It was the most erotic thing that Nate had ever experienced. Normally when Nate fucked a woman there was an insistent nature to it, an urging to get as deep as possible as quickly as possible. This time however Aarti took her time impaling herself. Nate started to run his hands up and down the browned sides of the exotic woman standing over him. His hands went back to her breasts, squeezed, first gently, and then with greater ardor as Aarti tortured him exquisitely with the hot folds of her sex. He brought his face to those magnificent breasts, felt the mingled sweat and spit between her tits and inhaled her unique perfume. He took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and nipping at it in short bites. If she would torment him, then he could do the same.

Aarti drew up, rising off Nates cock until the head was barely in her, then clenched her pussy, and sheathed his dick inside her. It was an incredibly close fit and Nate could still feel the rippling muscles of her cunt, alternately sliding and grappling with him. Aarti raised her feet up off the floor and hooked her ankles around the rear legs of the chair giving Nate as much penetration as he could muster. Then she started to roll her hips, stroking his cock in and out of her opening with each rotation. Nate took his hands from Aarti's tits and brought them around to her back, feeling the skin of her back and her shoulders sliding underneath. Enveloping her, he kissed her, tongue piercing her above as his dick did below, probing, searching, taking. Aarti responded, slipping her own arms around his neck and kissing back, her mouth tasting of cardamom and cinnamon. Her fingers crawled through his hair and for a time the only sounds were the creaking of the wooden chair they sat on and the wet sounds of sex.