The Chambers House Rm 3 Dominica

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Exhausted.

Try as he might, Martin could think of no other word in his extensive vocabulary that would describe how he felt at the moment.

And at this moment, he was sitting in his office chair, looking out the window at the houses around him. The tall trees and roads were almost as old as the United States, and the people were milling about. Some of them gathered at the property line, watching the work going into the old house he was sitting in right now.

As it turned out, the house's renovation had recently become a spectator event. Throughout the location's history, many others have tried to restore the house but have always met with failure or disaster. There had been deaths, insanity, and even a conspiracy involving a prominent family in New York with holdings in Atlantic City and a chain of hotels. The Patriarch of who had recently become a politician. His grandfather appeared to have a role in the house's history, and even rumors that the family tried to destroy the house.

In fact, so many people were coming to him with their own family stories about the house that he hired an archivist to invite them in and document the story and names when they were comfortable giving them. Some people wanted money for their story, and in those cases, Martin told them that they would be happy to pay when the details were verified. Many times, those were the ones who left in a huff.

He stood and stretched, his muscles complaining about the process as he did so. It had been four days since his night with Stephanie, and she had worn him out. The next day, he woke up in the room and immediately went to bed in his own bed, sleeping close to fifteen hours.

He heard a small bell ring behind him and turned to see Amanda sitting in the office chair he had just vacated.

"Hello." She said as she smiled.

Martin immediately felt better about the day and turned to her, then walked to one of the guest chairs and sat. "To what do I owe this pleasure."

Still smiling, she turned the chair to face him and pulled it closer, saying, "I just wanted to see how you were."

He nodded slowly, "Tired. Stephanie really took it out of me the other day. I have never been worked over that hard."

Her gaze fell to the desk, and she said, "I guess that is a little my fault, Martin." She shrugged, "None of us are aware of our effect on the living until we interact with them. Madam said that she thinks Stephanie might be something of a Succubus." Then she looked at him and quickly added, "But she may not have known, and I do not think she was trying to hurt you."

She paused momentarily and then added, "Stephanie did say that she really enjoyed your time together."

He nodded, "That would certainly explain things." He looked at his hand, still shaking, "I am getting better, but I was completely drained when she was through with me." He thought about it a moment, then laughed, "And I have never had so many orgasms in one night."

He saw her blush a little and look away.

"Amanda?" He asked.

She looked at him, a tinge of pink still on her cheeks. "Yes, Martin?"

He nodded at her, "You are ok with my talking about this, right?"

She averted her eyes again, "Of course. But I am still new to so much of this. I had only been here a short while before the..." Her voice faltered a little, "The accident."

He looked down and said, "I'm sorry, Amanda."

"No, no... it's OK." She stood, wiping tears away from her eyes. "That is not what I am here for. I wanted to talk to you about Dominica."

He looked up at her, "Who?"

"Room three, Dominica." She adjusted herself a little and wiped her eyes again, "She will be your next visit."

"Dominica? Sounds exotic."

She smiled, "Yes and no... She is soft-spoken and speaks very little English. In fact, Madam has asked me to sit in for part of your visit to translate for you before you get started."

Martin nodded, "OK. You speak her language?"

"She speaks Spanish, or a sort of Spanish. She is from somewhere in South America, but I know enough to act as a translator." She thought about it longer, then added, "I think Brazil."

Martin winked at her, "You are a lady of many talents. But if she is from Brazil, she probably speaks Portuguese."

She thought about it a moment and then asked, "But I have spoken with her before, and there are some words I do not understand, but we can communicate."

Martin nodded, "It's still a Latanic language, so I have no doubt."

Amanda stood, walked past him to the window, and looked out for a few minutes, "Among other things in my life, I lived with my family when they were doing missionary work for the church." She made a kind of shrug with her hands and turned to Martin, "So I had to learn Spanish, or I would not be able to get along with the people we met."

Martin sensed that there was more to the story but decided not to press too hard. "OK. You still have a talent I do not possess, so I am impressed."

He looked at her for a while longer, "May I ask a question that might be personal?"

She looked at him, walked around, and returned to his chair. "You may."

He looked around, "Where do you go when you are not... well... HERE?"

She looked surprised and thought about it for a moment. "It's hard to explain. I am with the others, the other girls, and the Madam." She stopped for a moment like she was trying to put it together, "But I cannot say that we are in our bodies." She shook her head, "That is all I can say."

Martin looked at her for a moment and did not feel like she was hiding anything, and let out a deep breath. "It's just something I wonder about. Afterlife and all that."

Amanda looked at her hands for a moment, then at Martin. "I cannot think that this," She gestured around the room, "would be heaven. Maybe this is like our Limbo until we are permitted to cross over?"

He nodded for a moment, then looked at her again. He took in how delicate and pretty she was and how innocent she appeared, the fall of her hair across her face and the delicate lines of her lips and eyes.

She caught him staring and blushed, then looked away, "What are you looking at Mr. Simms? You're making me self-conscious."

"You are a very beautiful woman, Amanda. I wish I had known you when you were alive."

She smiled and returned his gaze, "Your lady is lovely too."

He nodded, "She is."

"But you two do not feel right together, do you?"

He smiled, "I see why Madam Isabella appreciates your insight so much."

"Do you want to talk about her?"

He shook his head, "Not now, but if and when I do, I think you are the one I will talk with."

She smiled, "Thank you... uh... you have a visitor." Then she disappeared.

A moment later, there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in," Martin called out.

The door opened, and a tall man stuck his head in, "Mr Simms?"

He nodded, "Yes, you are with the company working on that plumbing issue, right? With the tree?"

He nodded his head and answered, "Yes, we have it all done, sir. Would you like to take a look?"

Martin got up, walked to the window, and saw where they had trenched out a new path for the pipes, avoiding the willow tree. He looked at his guest, "And the tree is fine, right?"

"According to the man you hired to make sure, yes. He said it would not grow much while the roots got over the shock but would be fine otherwise."

Martin nodded again, then turned and patted the man on the shoulder as he returned to the desk. "Thank you, and please thank your boss for putting up with me. That tree is important to the history of this house." He paused and added, "There were a couple of prominent locals that were lynched on that very tree!"

His eyes shot wide open, "Really?"

"Yessir. And there might even be a grave around that tree, somewhere."

The man looked out the window and then back at Martin, "Oh my. I had no idea."

Martin looked at him seriously, "Well, now you know why it was important. Thank you again for the help. Have a nice evening."

"Yes sir, goodbye." And the man was gone.

This time, Martin sat down in his office chair and sighed, "Another issue resolved."

"Now you can poop in comfort."

He glanced up and saw Amanda there again, smiling. It was then that he noticed it and started laughing.

Amanda looked around, "What are you laughing at?"

"Stand up." He said as he stood again and walked around to her. He carefully reached up and touched the lace fabric around her neck and the bell attached to it. "You got a catbell."

She grinned, "It's for you. I would not want you to be yet another spirit of this house, so this will prevent me from scaring you any further."

He touched her chin and leaned in, kissing her lightly on the lips. He felt her lips part and pulled her closer, their tongues dancing.

She abruptly pulled away, looking flustered, "We mustn't, not now anyway. You still have a promise to keep to the Madam. I do not want to get in the way of that."

He smiled, "You are the best part of my making this deal, Amanda. But I will do as you say."

She smiled awkwardly and then disappeared.

At about eleven in the evening, Martin finished some paperwork the city had requested. It appeared that since he was restoring the house, the mayor wanted to capitalize on that and sent him a package to go over. He had had his attorney look it over, and it was good. They would give him a sizable donation to help complete the work as long as she could take some credit for it.

As he closed the office, he saw a flash of light outside and then the rumble of thunder. He did not recall anyone saying anything about a storm, but moments after the lightning, he could hear the rain start pelting the side of the house.

"Damn, and they just put the new roof on!"

He went downstairs and was about to head to the old butler's quarters, which he had turned into a bedroom for himself when he noticed the light in the parlor was on. He entered and saw a diminutive woman with jet-black hair and a light robe of what looked like chiffon.

"Hello, " he said, entering the room. A flash of lightning, followed moments later by thunder, brightened the shades momentarily.

She smiled and stood, "Buenos noches."

Then he heard another voice say, "She said good evening."

Amanda was sitting on the other chair, translating as she said she would.

Martin sat in one of the open chairs, and then she followed suit a moment later.

Dominica began speaking to Amanda, and after several moments, she stopped and looked at Martin, smiling.

Amanda said, "She said that she is happy to meet you and looks forward to pleasing you. She has been in this profession for ten years and finds that men like her because she is so small." She paused and thought about what to say next. She asked Dominica something in Spanish, looked at Martin, and said, "I need to make sure I understood something."

Responding with more rapid Spanish, Dominica seemed like she was explaining something in more detail, and she punctuated it by standing a little and pointing at her butt.

"Ah.. si, si..." Amanda said, then turned to Martin.

"She said that she hopes you do not mind, but she likes it in the butt, too."

Martin smiled, "Anal, she likes anal?"

Amanda flushed, "Yes."

Dominica said some more and then looked at Amanda, who was now blushing profusely.

"She says she is ready if you are and would like me there to help with any issues."

Martin laughed and nodded, then asked Amanda, "Are you going to translate the moans and groans?"

This only made Amanda blush even harder, and it looked like Dominica must have understood a little of that because she laughed a little, too.

Dominica stood, and Martin and Amanda followed suit. Then she took Martin's hand in hers and walked them back up to the second floor and down the hall to the third room.

As they walked, Martin was amazed at how small she was. She barely reached his collarbone, and while she was not petite, she was certainly small.

Almost as though she could read his mind, she looked up at him and said, "Eu estava doente quando criança e cresci muito pequeno."

Martin looked back at Amanda, and she said, "She was sick as a child, and she did not grow right."

He nodded, "But she is old enough to be here, right?"

Amanda chuckled, "Of course, Madam would never allow someone who was not at least twenty to be here."

When they entered the room, Martin was shocked. Compared to the other rooms he had been in, this one was sparse. The only things adorning the wall were a crucifix and a shelf with other Catholic items.

Once they were in, Dominica closed the door, walked over, did a little bow before the crucifix crossed herself, and placed a black silk cloth over it. Then she turned and took off her robe.

She was completely naked, no special garders, no lace, nothing that stood out as being extravagant or over the top. She stood there in front of him, smiling. It was like she was showing herself to him for his approval.

Martin took a moment to admire her. While she was short, her body was taut with a little pudge here and there, but otherwise well toned. That of a woman who has lived a hard life. Her entire body was a beautiful light brown, and a dense forest of fine black hair was between her legs.

"You are lovely," Martin said, then looked at Amanda so that she could translate.

Before she had a chance, though, Dominica seemed to blush and replied, "Gracias."

"I think she understood you," Amanda said, smiling.

Martin looked at Amanda, "Are you OK being here?"

She turned to Dominica and asked, "Quieres que los deje solos?"

In broken English, Dominica responded, "No... please stay."

Amanda moved to the side of the room, sat in the only chair there, rested her hands in her lap, and relaxed.

Dominica moved forward and touched Martin's chest, then started by removing his polo shirt, which she seemed to have a little trouble with, but he helped her take it off. Then she motioned for him to sit on the edge of her bed.

He sat and found that while the bed was not uncomfortable, it was very hard and lower to the ground than he had expected. But once seated, she began removing his shoes and socks, laughing at the cartoon characters on them. Then she prompted him to stand again and started removing his pants.

From his point of view, he could see Amanda looking at him, and she looked upset. Martin mouthed to her, "Are you OK?"

Amanda nodded and then looked down at her hands again.

Martin jumped a little when he felt his pants get pulled down. He looked down and saw Dominica on her knees. She looked up at him and said, "Leeft." It took him a moment to realize that she was asking him to lift one leg and then the other to get his legs out of the pants.

She turned her attention to his dick, now, which was pointing right at her face. She smiled and wrapped her hand around him and said, "Muy grande, muy grueso."

Amanda said, smiling, "She says you are very big and thick."

Dominica looked over at her and said, "Si." while nodding her head. Then she turned and grabbed something off her small vanity, poured it in her hand, and again wrapped it around his shaft.

"Oh god... what is that?"

Amanda asked, "Qué le estás poniendo?"

Dominica smiled with a touch of wicked in her face, "Una loción que me enseñó mi hermana y que haría que cualquier hombre sintiera un gran placer."

Amanda smiled, "It's a family secret that will make you feel good."

Martin had grabbed the bed rails and let his head tilt back, "Oh damn, it does!"

Dominica started stroking him while watching him, smiling the whole time. She began massaging his balls and squeezing them almost a little too hard.

Without realizing it, Martin started thrusting his hips as she stroked him. He looked over at Amanda, who was staring intently at his cock as the small woman jerked him off. Something about this turned him on, and he could feel his balls tightening. Then he realized that Amanda's hand was between her legs, moving rhythmically and almost in time with Dominica's hand.

Martin let out a loud grunt and looked down in time to see himself sending load after load of cum onto Dominica's face and neck, with her smiling the whole time.

She leaned in and began licking him like she was holding an ice cream cone, occasionally taking the head of his still-hard dick in her mouth and sucking.

Martin's legs were weak, so when she gave him a gently push, he flopped down into a sitting position on the bed easily, then she pushed him again, and he was on his back, still panting and glancing down he saw that his dick was still rock hard and pointing to the heavens.

He watched as she climbed over the footboard of the bed and onto his lap, wedging his dick in the folds of her pussy lips. The sensation was mind-numbing as she started sliding her hips back and forth over him, and she closed her eyes.

He took a chance and glanced over at Amanda, whose hand was now under her dress. Her face was flushed as she watched the show, and then she made eye contact with him. To his surprise, though, she did not stop and seemed to smile a little.

Martin was jerked back to reality when he felt Dominica lean forward suddenly and clamp her mouth on one of his nipples, and began sucking and biting him hard. At first, it hurt, and he wanted to tell her to stop, but then he realized that it was starting to feel good.

As the storm moved through, another flash of light and thunder passed through the window, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging in his loins.

Dominica continued to slide herself on his dick until she made a slight movement, and he felt the head push a little into her, but it seemed like it would not go further, and she let out a little cry and said, "Eres demasiado grande, empuja más fuerte."

He could hear a breathless Amanda say, "Push... she wants you... to push harder, force yourself into her."

Martin reached down and grabbed Dominica's hips and thrust, and as he did so, he could feel the head push a little more into her. Every time he thrust, he felt her either suck or bite harder on his nipple and the sensation was incredible.

He grunted again and pushed and felt his entire length slide into her as he grunted.

She cried out and fell forward on his chest, laying her head there for several moments as his dick throbbed inside of her. He could hear her panting as she lay there and asked, "Are you OK?"