Keela O'Rorrick moved through the halls of Greyson Manor, slowly turning off the lights. She'd been here for three months, hired by her two reclusive employers, whom she had yet to see. She'd been approached by a lawyer to see if she'd be interested in a job where she'd live on the premises, and basically have a free reign, save for when her employers told her to do something. Other than that, it was her duty keeping up the manor.
She'd been more than a bit confused at first, but found she didn't mind. She'd been there for two weeks before she got her first order, and most strangely, in the form of a letter on the table in the kitchen, asking her to bring in some fresh cut flowers to brighten up the place.
Next, she'd been asked to have the piano tuned, and to please feel welcome to play it, if she was so inclined. Keela hadn't understood why this would matter to them, being that they weren't there. She'd acquiesced, however, and found a note soon after, stating that her playing was lovely, especially Fur Elise, as it was apparently Etienne's favorite.
This was the first time she'd seen one of her employer's names. Always, in the past, their missives had been signed T and E, each with the flourish of a different hand. In town, she'd heard many rumors about them, most of which she dismissed, such as the same men having lived here for over a hundred years. That was nonsense. She could, however, believe that they were a pair of male lovers. Many people would be, sadly, even in 2009, sickened by this fact, but Keela didn't give a damn. She thought people should be with whoever they wanted, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone.
There were times that she wished she could see them, talk with them or perhaps even watch them kiss... or fuck. If they looked anything like the portraits hung through the house, then she'd be tempted to beg to join in. Each portrait seemed to be in a different style of art, from Impressionism to Realism, but nothing could hide how attractive the men were. One had short, darker hair, long enough to run her fingers through, but not by much, with grey eyes that seemed mischievous, and yet... seductive. The curve of his luscious mouth begged for kisses, and brought thoughts of his lips trailing teasingly over her body.
She stopped in front of the portrait of the blond, this man seemingly a bit shorter than the other, his green eyes piercing, seeming to look right inside of her and see what she wanted....A glint in the color said that if she was a very good girl, then she'd get it.
Keela smiled to herself, then shook her head. It wasn't going to happen- they hadn't even shown up in the three months she'd been there. Since she'd been there, she'd chosen whatever bedroom she felt like to sleep in. However, she'd put off the master bedroom until tonight. Her birthday. She'd treated herself with a leisurely skinny dip in the pond, and... tonight, she was going to sleep in the giant bed that took up most of the large room. Velvet curtains draped around the cherry four poster, and it practically begged to be used, and not just for sleeping.
Stripping off her robe, she crawled into the bed with a moan. A deep, soft mattress... it was wonderful. It seemed to cradle her body like an old lover, welcoming her home. The silk sheets were cool against her skin, but quick to warm, and she couldn't help but run her hands over her body the way she would imagine they would do, if they were with her, plucking at her nipples. Moaning at the sensation, she couldn't help but feel as if she was being watched, but knew that was ridiculous. She was the only one in the house. Spreading her legs, she traced her dripping core with a finger, slowly slipping it inside.
Yes, her dark haired lover would touch her just as the blond ordered, teasing her pussy with his fingers before pushing his cock into her. She could almost smell them, imagining the sounds of him fucking her as the blond moved so his cock was pressed against her lips, straddling her body so it lay between her breasts, long and thick. Slowly, she sucked him in, pushing her breasts together tightly as he groaned, stroking her nipples.
Her body tightened around the brunette, and she cried out, the sound muffled as the blond began to fuck her mouth, her lips stretched around him as she sucked. Thrusting harder into her wet sheath, the dark haired man tensed as she came, then came himself.
Twisting her nipples, the man fucking her breasts and mouth brought her focus back to him, despite the fingers stroking her clitoris. Keela ran her hands down his chest, over the muscle, and cupped his ass, letting her fingers tease between the crease and over his entrance. His cock jerked, and her mouth was flooded with his cum. She moaned, swallowing him down.
Keela flicked her clit one more time with her fingers, and came again. Damn, but she wished it was more than a fantasy...
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Etienne smirked at the other man. "She is delicious, Troy..."
