Erotic Tales of Bridgestone Manor

part 1. (an introduction)

A gorgeous elven woman was on her hands and knees in his bed, her tan skin and black hair contrasting the sky blue satin sheets. Forrest green lingerie clung perfectly to her accentuating her strong athletic figure. Her garters held up lacy black thigh high stockings that were lace lined at the top. They perfectly frame the space where it's impossible not to note that her underwear had been conveniently removed. He loved how exposed and ready for him she was.

Her wavy hair flowed over she shoulders like a waterfall. Her burnt orange eyes that he knew so well, were currently covered by a black velvet blindfold. Her wrists had been tied together in matching cuffs while her legs were still free to twist and writhe. He was acutely aware that the bed had 4 point restraints but tonight he wanted to move her around more than they allow for. Plus he was a sucker for the way it felt when she wrapped her legs around him.

"I want you to fuck me" she whispered, beckoning him, and he responded as if no better words had ever been said to him. In this moment he could only lament the fact that it been a couple weeks since he had made time to enjoy her like this. It was truly admirable how ready she was for him to completely dominate her and remind her exactly who she belongs to.

But still he refrained, for just for a bit longer, to play with her a little. He ran his fingers lightly up her leg as she shivered at his touch, feeling the electric spark between them raise every hair on her skin.

Then he suddenly spanked her with her bright red riding crop and told her she needed to be patient. She breathed out a yes and nodded in understanding. Happy with her answer his fingers make their way between her open legs. He started rubbing and sliding them inside her as she gasps in approval and a touch of sexual frustration. "Please... more... I want to feel you inside me" she softly begged and she pulled against her bindings and pushed her hips back into his hand.

He could feel all of her desire pooling around his fingers. "Please" she said again more urgently, and this time there was little hesitation. He knew just how much she craved the feeling of the reward he had for her. After all, she had asked so nicely....

He ran the crop along the back of her leg and she tensed in anticipation of it's next impact but instead what she felt was the gratifying sensation of him pushing way inside her. Every inch you gave her, she loved and asks for more. He felt her stretch to accommodate his full hard erection as waves of pleasure came to both of them.

Once he was fully inside her, he didn't waste much time giving her the full force of his built up desire. She arched her back and leaned in as he pushed her legs tightly together between his. He mused at how he could easily increase the pressure he felt sliding in and out of her. Her hips are raised above her shoulders and the harder he went the more she screamed. She was so good at taking as much as he could give her. He really loved that about her.

After a bit more fun, he flipped her over and continued, this time spreading her legs apart and holding her in place. She responded by wrapping her legs around and holding him close so he could never pull completely out of her. Not that he would have wanted to...

In his experience he had found that each woman's preferences varied quite substantially. Some he had been with had a hard time taking a more through fucking. They preferred a gentle and more sensual hand- one he was more than happy to provide. But this woman in particular: Raya, loved it. A detail about her that he found uniquely arousing. The more intensity he threw at her, and the more he claimed her as entirely his own, the more she surrendered beneath him and gave into his whims. "I can take more" she would say to him, eliciting him to push her further. She always displayed this powerful receptive energy, and he always made sure to let her know just what a good girl she was.

As he continued to take her, he admired her body; her strong arms and legs, her flat stomach and the subtle movement of her small perky breasts. When she was in her most blissful moments like this she would extend her neck out and open her mouth. He stuck a finger between her lips and she began to lick and suck them mirroring how she'd take care of his manhood when it made its way into her mouth. From there his hand made its way to her neck and rested there so he could feel the quickness of her breathing. She moaned in approval. "Yes please..."

Then, shifted to commanding, whispering in her ear and telling her to cum on him. She pushed back slightly at this direction and bit her lip. "You first" she crooned "you know you... want to".

She wasn't wrong but he didn't intend to let her win this one. He pinned her down firmer and began playing her pussy like a well tuned instrument. Rubbing all the wetness back into her clit and her vulva just the way he knew she liked it. She moaned in protest but he also knew when he had her like this there was little she could do to stop him from bringing her to climax.

Almost suddenly, she let out a loud moan as he felt her give in to her orgasm underneath him and relax into the sensation.

She let out a satisfied but playful whine. "Cum for me baby, I want you to coat me". This request made him smile as he slowly kept moving inside her. He loved how much she enjoyed getting him off and little compared to the view of her fit tan body decorated in his sticky white semen.

He positioned her with her ass up and shoulders down and found his handholds ok her hips. She looked so fucked good brant over and horny for his spunk. While he did consider spanking her again and telling her to be patient he decided that she had been good for long enough to get her reward. "As you wish" he whispered in her ear as he picked up speed. Faster and harder he went, feeling her relax into his rhythm. The more aggressively she continued and more gracefully she took his cock. She's so amazing he thought as he got closer and closer, feeling how wet and tight she was as he dipped in and out of her.

As he approached his own climax she pushed deeper into him. This was the slight edge he needed to finish. As the tight contractions of her pussy triggered him, he quickly pulled out so he could cum on her back. The feeling was incredible; pumping every drop he could onto her. As much as she loved to submit to him, she maintained a very strict rule that he had to cum on her not in her. This was a boundary he had no issue respecting as seeing the copious amount you had produced her her on display was fulfilling in his own right. He loves how it decorated the smooth and supple skin on her back side..

In post coital bliss she collapsed, sweaty. Her legs were shaking. He slowly ran his hands up and down her body and lightly brush the hair out of her face. You kiss her once on the forehead and wordlessly begin hos after-care routine. He knew it so well, and after 2 years, it almost felt like a ritual at this point. He fully cleaned her off with a pre-prepared towel on his bedside table and untied her wrists. Taking care to ensure that he hadnt left any marks. Then he handed her a silk robe which she wrapped herself in and smiled at him.

"I think you should sleep here tonight" he looked her over grinning at his proposal, knowing full well her typical response. She gives him a knowing look that tells him she's well aware of exactly what she's asking for and is apprehensive. While the two of them are are currently well within his own personal private space, his wife Gwen had a set of strict rules that they were expected to follow.

In this moment, the rule in question was that no one was supposed to be allowed to spend the night on the 4th floor where they resided and kept all your personal effects.

The top story of Elliot's family estate was divided into a central master bedroom and as well as an east and west wing that belonged to Gwen and himself respectively. Her side contained an additional private bath with a sauna, a room where she plays the piano from time to time, and her own personal study where she spent a good deal of time working and writing correspondence to her family. Hos half of the 4th floor was a grand library and a simple study with a bed where he currently found himself.

He found this rule to be a bit bothersome considering that Gwen would often take house guests up to show them the library while she strictly forbade anyone but her most trusted servants to enter her own space. She particularly felt strongly that no additional people (or person) should stay the night up here. She claimed this was just because she liked to have a private space that belonged to the two of them, but there were more layers than that. One might imagine this sprung from a place of jealousy, however it was more an issue of maintaining control of what she considered to be her domain. Gwen had not been given much control in her life and this fact reared it's ugly head in various ways throughout the time her and Elliot had been married.

Rhea pondered the proposal as she lightly played with his hair, knowing exactly what he was asking for. Then she shook her head "my dear, it's been long enough that you should know better than to ask". She kissed him once before withdrawing from the bed and beginning to dress herself. He playfully rolled his eyes before conceding. "I know you LIKE to sleep alone, I just thought maybe the mood to sleep together might strike you once in a while".

"You know Tara would love to have you tonight, but you really should go sleep with your wife". She mused and he had to admit she wasn't wrong. His other concubine Tara was much more inclined towards affection and romance than Rhea was. However the right answer was probably just to go to sleep in his own bed. He pondered this choice as Rhea bid him Goodnight and left him for her room on the 2nd floor.

He laid in the bed for a few more minutes before deciding that returning to the master suite was the best call. He had a big day tomorrow and he wanted to do his best to keep Gwen happy.

xxxx

Elliot had lived out his early 20s going from debaucherous endeavors to free spirited adventures, rarely a care in the world. That period of his life had gotten him out of his sheltered childhood and gave him a much more grounded perspective of the world. It also allowed him to make some dear friends who he still kept, many of whom had come to work and live on his family estate when he took it over.

His life of freedom had come to an abrupt halt when his father and older brother died suddenly in an accident. He had to return home immediately and had been required to take up all of the family duties and responsibilities he always had thought would become his older brothers. As part of this, he had also been expected to get married and Gwen had been the natural choice. She was betrothed to his brother Gregory from a young age, so when Greg died before they were able to get married, their families decided that this was still the best option.

When Elliot first met Gwen, he was quite impressed. She had a lovely smile, beautiful blue eyes that mimicked the sky, and long blonde hair that she kept up in intricate braids. She was also tall enough to come closer to his height than most women, and she had this slender figure that allowed her to easily move with a grace that was naturally noted by those she met. She seemed lovely enough and he had been hopeful that the two of them could have a nice life together. Unfortunately stepping into a life that hadn't been intended for him, wasn't easy. In the urgency at which his widowed mother had pushed the marriage he hadn't gotten the chance to know her well before he found himself wed.

He had quickly come to understand that she was lukewarm about this marriage whether it had been to you or your brother. Her reasons revealed themselves more slowly, and provided no solutions. Gwen was pleasant as a host but she was cold and disinterested in you once they were alone. She also had a way of making one feel constantly disappointing to her, like no gesture was quite good enough to change how she felt about you.

His feelings in turn became cold as well. He found that the more he talked to her the less he enjoyed her company. They didn't agree on many important ideological and ethical perspectives and he found her privileged nature grating to no end as he had attempted to live a much more humble life. It had reached a boiling point where the smallest things seemed to irritate them about the other; the way he would often fidget with a deck of cards, the way she took just a little too long dressing herself.

On top of these disappointments, when the two of them were physically intimate, it was not enjoyable for either party. She never expressed a single sexual preference or inclination and he never really felt desired by her. For a while they kept trying because they felt like this was what you should do in a marriage but by the end of their first year together their carnal interactions had all but ceased.

This led to a very long, hard, and messy second year together where their interactions were full of animosity and resentment. To quell this continued source of conflict, she agreed that him having some manner of companionship would be appropriate and beneficial for their relationship. She appreciated the marriage from a fiscal and practical perspective and wanted him to be happy even if she had never been able to develop much of a personal or romantic affinity for him.

Xxx

This is how it came to pass that he would have 2 additional companions living with them. The first of which was Tara. She was a Teifling he had known in his youth as the daughter of a servant who still resides on the estate. As children they had played together and when they were a little older, they were each other's first kiss. As teenagers their lives separated much more dramatically but when he saw her at a tavern sometime around his 19th year he was surprised by the full attraction he felt towards her as a full grown adult. She had filled out into a curvy young woman with amazing breasts Elliot couldn't help but drool over. That night he had bought her a drink you two reconnected, bonding over old times. From there on you had a series of intermittent sexual encounters when your paths crossed, but she predominantly became a very good friend.

So when Gwen gave her husband permission to have a companion, Tara was naturally the first person he thought of. He proposed the arrangement to her in a letter she accepted pretty quickly. She was unmarried and couldn't object at the chance to return to live a comfortable life at the Bridgestone manor where she could pursue her hobbies. The two of them would have sex from time to time and he deeply enjoyed the warm and intimate interactions you had. After Gwen's cold and dispassionate demeanor, Tara was a breath of fresh air. He also often found that your interactions were surprisingly less sexual in nature. They would take your horses out on a ride or she would find him in his study to bring some cookies she had baked. Other days he would visit her room so she could show him the plants and insects she was painting and studying from the nearby woods.

He enjoyed your connection with Tara immensely but it still didn't meet the level of sexual vibrancy that he wanted in his life, so 1 year later there was Rhea. She was an elven woman who had entered his life in his early 20s and the one who had just left for the night. The two of them had always had a strong sexual connection and she loved all the kinky rough dominant sex that Tara didn't. She was the daughter of a merchant and had an affinity for beautiful and shiny things and was also quite pleased at the invitation. She was higher maintenance than Tara and had many more requests for her room and space when she moved in.

She requested a west facing room on the second story and asked for permission to refurbish and redecorate the second story guest room that became hers. What had been a simple room became doused in deep reds, blues and golds. It was heavily decorated with art and other things she had collected over the years. On the rare occasion she allowed Elliot into her room, the air always smelled of whatever incense she was burning on a given day. As he preferred a simpler aesthetic, he found both the scents and her decor choices overwhelming at times.

Nonetheless he also felt that it was really important for both her and Tara to have spaces they felt comfortable in. He had also been somewhat generous in meeting her requests because she proved to be a uniquely satisfying sexual connection that fulfilled many of his needs.

Now at 5 years of marriage he would most likely be adding a 3rd and final partner to his small harem tomorrow. As he turned over and looked at Gwen; impossibly far from him on the other side of the bed. He was curious what this next chapter would bring.