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I watched Heather walk away down the corridor with a heavy heart. After so long apart I didn’t want to be separated from her, even if it was only for a couple of hours. It seemed a crime for us to be so near and yet apart. But I had my duties at the House of Lush and I was needed to chaperone in the Basement. I went though the door, into the stairwell and descended the stairs. As befits a route used solely by the domestic staff there was none of the glamour of the house’s grand staircase. Plainly painted, with a simple wrought iron hand rail this was a functional space leading down to the servants’ quarters and the kitchens. I reached the bottom of the stairs and came to the servants’ dining area, which was being used as a makeshift chill out room. Seven or eight people were sat around in an uneasy silence. A middle aged couple were clearly coming back down to earth, holding hands and with a glazed look in their eyes. The others I guessed were waiting for their own turn in the Basement. Normally there is just one room in the House of Lush for BDSM activity, and perhaps a bedroom set aside for bondage. Grangely however offered the prospect of a suite of rooms. As I walked past what used to be the servants’ bedrooms, each had an occupied sign hung from the door handle. I was initially allocated to the kitchen and I wondered what I would find when I arrived there. In years past the kitchen would have been a bustling hub of activity. As I approached the door a portly man in his 50s was exiting. We caught each others’ gaze, then he swiftly averted his eyes and instinctively moved his hands to disguise his semi erect penis bulging against his robe. I turned the handle, pushed the door and entered the kitchen. Where once the main work table would have been in the centre of the room, there was now a large massage table. Atop it, lying on her back was a slender naked women with small breasts, olive skin and long raven hair. Looming over her was a black man in his 20s, his cock in her mouth. As he silently fucked her throat I walked around the edge of the room towards Karl, the chaperone I was taking over from. I looked back at the woman. I could see her shaven pussy now. A white creamy foam oozing out and dribbling down onto the table. Clearly the handiwork of the man who had just left. “What do I need to know?” I whispered to Karl. “She wants to be used. Any man, in any way. She’s had three loads of cum in the cunt, and this will be the second load down her throat. See that man there?” Karl motioned towards the shadows and I could make out the shape of a man slowly wanking his cock. “He’s her master. He can join in when he wants. And when the black guy is done, then…err…then I think I will take a turn.” I looked at Karl. He had a sheepish look in his eye tinged with naughtiness. “So what are the rules?” There were always rules. The role of the chaperone was to see that boundaries were respected and that above all, nothing happened that could compromise The House. “No speaking. Only her master can instruct her. No pain more than a slap. Certainly nothing that could leave a mark. Her safe word is Lancelot”. “Is that it?” “That’s it. Mouth, cunt….arse….it’s all fair game. All…” Karl’s hand was already inside his robe, stroking his cock. I heard a groan from a across the room. The man was in the throws of his orgasm. I could see the girl gagging as he pushed his cock to the back of her throat. His cum added to the gag reflex to make her cough. He held her head steady as he continued to decant more cum down the girl’s throat. When finally he was finished with her, he pulled his cock out. Without a word or a second glance he fastened his robe Escort Şişli and walked towards the door. “Stop!” The voice from the shadows brought a response. The black man turned around. “Come back to the table.” The man complied. Stepping out from the shadows I got my first glimpse of the girl’s Master. He was an unremarkable looking middle aged man. 45 years old perhaps. Not in the best of shape, but I couldn’t deny that there was something about him that exuded authority. The Master took his slut’s hand and helped her from the table. He held her close and licked her lips. Tasting traces of the black man’s cum as he did so. As he kissed her deeply I could see his tongue probing her mouth. Tasting more of another man’s cum no doubt. His hands cupping the girl’s breasts. Not squeezing, just cupping. I could tell these two were comfortable in their power relationship. Without being told the girl returned to the table and lay down across the table. This time, face down with her chin just over one edge and her pussy, still oozing cum just over the other. “Kneel.” The back man walked round the table and knelt between the girl’s legs. His tongue slowly slid up and down her slick slit. Lapping up other men’s cum with no word of protest.” “Come!” The man was looking at Karl. Karl and I glanced at each other. Now the moment was here I could see the trepidation in his eyes. Nonetheless he undid his robe and handed it to me. Without a word he walked around to the girl’s head and fed his cock into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and began sucking Karl’s cock to full tumescence. I saw the Master walk around the table. He took a long look at the black man, by now devoting his intention to the girl’s clit. A tap on the shoulder was the cue for the black man to stand up and leave. The Master’s robe fell to the floor and I felt my cock stir at the thought of her receiving her fourth load of cum of the day in that tight little cunt. He rubbed his cock up and down her pussy, covering it in the creamy ooze that it continued to emit. As he did so he pressed his thumb against her puckered little asshole. I saw her flinch as he pushed his thumb inside her. I glanced to Karl, I could see that he had felt that flinch although quite how that had manifested itself on his cock I couldn’t tell. The girl continued to take his cock in her mouth as he rocked his hips back and forth. His fingers immersed in her fine black hair. Then for the first time I heard a noise from the girl. A stiffled whelp. The noise muffled by Karl’s cock. I looked back at the Master in time to see the head of his cock disappear inside the girl’s arse. As he pushed himself deeper inside her I could see her body tense up. Karl now had a nervous look in his eyes. With the Master now buried in the girl’s arse, Karl seized the opportunity to start fucking her mouth faster. Her hands gripped the edge of the table as the two men fucked her, developing a rhythm between them that allowed each of them to slowly build the tempo. Karl gripped her head. The Master gripped her hips. Slowly but surely they fucked her faster and faster, probing deeper and deeper. A deep thrust from Karl would make her gag. As he withdrew, a deep thrust from the Master would make her wince. I soon realised that the two men were no longer looking at the girl they were looking at each other. Goading each other on. Faster, deeper, and harder. The girl was by now just a passive recipient, and I started to wonder if a line had been crossed. How can you say the safe word when with a cock in your mouth even breathing is a battle? Before I could act I heard Karl groan as he shot his cum into Sultangazi escort the girl’s mouth. Three or four more thrusts followed and I saw his cum trickling from the side of her mouth. He pulled out of her and stumbled back against the wall, out of breath. The Master pulled the girl back towards him by the hips. Then took a fistful of hair in his right hand and pulled her head back towards him as he fucked her arse with a renewed vigour. His balls swung against her wet pussy, slapping her with every thrust. He suddenly threw himself against her as he came in her arse. His body pressing hers to the table as his hips pushed and pushed. I watched as he lay there. The two of them in silence. I watched as he pulled his cock out of her arse. I saw her arse hole stay gaping open for a few seconds before closing. The Master knelt between her legs, and as the first of his cum seeped out of her arse I watched him lick it. Each time she released more of his cum he lapped it up. It was then that I realised my hand was around my engorged cock. The Master looked around at me. With his left hand he motioned me towards him. I froze. Not because this would be a gross breech of chaperone etiquette (which it would have been), but because of Heather. Right at that moment I wanted her more than ever. I shook my head. Instead Karl responded to the Master, and it was Karl who replaced him between the girl’s legs, licking her cunt and her arse. Supping every drop of cum available. When finally he had finished. Karl stood up and put his robe back on. The Master helped the girl to her her feet and sat her on the edge of the table. The Master sat next to her and the two of them sat silently looking ahead saying nothing. Karl left the room, shooting me a nervous goodbye with his eyes. After fifteen or maybe twenty minutes the Master and the girl kissed each other lightly on the lips, dressed themselves in their robes and left the kitchen. I was alone in the room. I glanced at my watch and then the schedule pinned to the wall. There were twenty five minutes until the next occupants of the room were due. I sanitised the massage table, and ensured that as much as possible the room was pristine for the next occupants. I now had 15 minutes to kill before my duties would resume. I popped back to the chill out room, ignoring the Master and the girl who by now were in conversation. I grabbed myself a can of coke and headed back down the corridor and past the kitchen. Towards the end of the corridor were the rooms that had once housed the senior staff. They were larger than the standard rooms. One was labelled Dom Academy. Another had a sign saying Punishment Room. Through the door of the latter room I could hear the sound of of flesh being struck and cries from willing recipients. At the end of the corridor was The Lush Dungeon. The door was open and I could see a a St Andrew’s Cross with no-one on it. A suspension frame was equally unoccupied. But in the corner of the room there was a metal cage housing a gagged portly bald man. “Shit, sorry that door shouldn’t be open. The last pair can’t have closed it properly. I…I…sorry I think I drifted off.” I turned to my left and saw a decidedly flustered man. As breeches of duty go, a chaperone in the most hidden room leaving the door ajar wasn’t one of the greatest errors. But this chaperone was ashen faced. The prospect of a dereliction of duty leading to expulsion from the circle of people invited to The House was a very real one. People had been banned before. This man was clearly extremely worried about what I might say or do. “Please don’t tell anyone. I only have a few minutes Taksim escort bayan left in here and with just this chap to watch I guess I nodded off.” I saw an opportunity. In what was perhaps not my finest moment I took advantage of it. “I have new…guests coming to my room shortly. If you take over the remainder of my shift we will say no more. Agreed?” Shift swapping was allowed. You could never leave a room without a chaperone, but if you could find an adequate substitute it was permitted. “Agreed. Thank you thank you.” “Come to the kitchen when you are relieved here.” I shot him a disdainful stare for effect, but in truth I was already thinking ahead to being with Heather again. I bore the man no malice, I just needed Heather and he offered me an opportunity to be with her sooner than expected. When the man appeared at the kitchen door he was still grateful and still apprehensive. We spoke to the couple coming in to use the room and when I was satisfied that he understood what was expected of him I left the room and headed back upstairs in search of Heather. I was unsure where I would find her. My heart was thumping in my chest. I stepped inside the Lush Picture Gallery. My eyes adjusted to the low lighting levels. I scanned the room looking for her. There were couples fucking, sucking, kissing…but there was no Heather. I was glad. I didn’t want to share her. I knew she wouldn’t be in The Lush Creche, but I wasn’t so sure about The Ladies of Lush. I didn’t think Heather was that way inclined but in the House of Lush it was dangerous to make assumptions. Anyway, the point was moot. Men are not allowed in that room, and I wasn’t going to wait outside, tracking the comings and goings and hoping for a glimpse inside. I too was loathe to risk future invites to the House of Lush by breaking the rules. Rumplations was where I had first seen her that night and that was where I figured she would be. Heather is a sociable person and very popular for her vivacity, her intelligence and her conversation as well as being so so sexy. Opening the door to Rumplations I was hit by a wall of noise. The room was full of Lushees, the atmosphere light and convivial. If it wasn’t for the fact that most people were clad in nothing more than bathrobes the loud music might have made you believe that you were in a town centre bar rather than a swingers’ club. I navigated my way though the throng. Pausing every now and then to exchange brief pleasantries with acquaintances. I lingered with each person no longer than I needed to in order to avoid seeming rude before moving on. By the time I reached the far side of the room it was clear that Heather was not here either. Maybe Heather was waiting in the bedroom we had used earlier? It made sense. That was where we had agreed to meet at 3am. My heart was beating fast now. I pushed my way back out to the corridor and almost ran to the room at the end. There was no occupied sign on the door. I opened it, and saw the sheets on the bed all crumpled. I heard the shower running from the en suite. I ran over and flung the door open. The sight I saw before me was familiar. A man was fucking a woman from behind. Her hands bracing her against the wall of the shower. A mask of steam clouded the room. I walked closer, my heart fit to burst from my chest. The woman turned her head and I caught a glimpse. It wasn’t Heather. Relief washed over me, shortly followed by the realisation that I had to get out. My intrusion had been noticed. There were rooms at The House for voyeurism and exhibitionism but this wasn’t one. I closed the bedroom door behind me and turned the sign over to indicate that it was occupied. I was lost. Where was she? Where was Heather? I trudged slowly back along the corridor. I came the The Lush Lounge. How had I forgotten to check here? My stomach flipped. I opened the door and just like Rumplations it was busier than earlier. But not too busy. A quick scan told me what I needed to know.