Starting a new paige, p.19
Starting a New Paige, page 19
Honey said, “And, concerning your actions, Mr. Robby Jensen, I think that you must be the ‘magical’ one! What on earth did you do to bring that about? Doesn’t matter. You just waved your magic wand and…well, actually, I’m pretty sure that you didn’t wave your magic wand at her yet, did you? But whatever you did do worked some powerful healing magic for sure.”
Rhonda said, “I have a question, Mistress.”
Honey said, “Yes, Dear?”
Rhonda said, “Well, I hear you guys call Claire, Peach and yourself, Honey instead of Paige, and Heather is now Elsie, but I’m still Rhonda. Um, I guess, I’m just the maid, but um, well...? I mean, he does call me Pet…and he promised me a present…” and she shot me a look and a frown that I had not delivered on my promise yet, and continued, “…I just kinda wondered.”
Honey said, “Oh, dear, of course you have a family name! You know what it is! We just haven’t said it yet. Well, actually, our wonderful husband has used it. He used it this morning with his breakfast!”
We all looked at each other and finally saw what Honey alluded to.
Peach and Elsie said, “Nectar! Oh, absolutely, Mr. Jensen must have his Nectar!”
I said, “No, she serves me nectar but her name is Flower.”
Elsie suddenly complained, “OK, hey, what about me then?“
Peach asked, “What do you mean, Elsie?”
Elsie said, “Honey, Peach, Flower – and Elsie? Don’t tell me, ‘but you are a chocolate-covered Elsie’. It doesn’t work anymore, does it? I want to get eaten too. I saw him eat Peach and I saw him really eat Flower, so what about me? Now, I’m frustrated!”
I took charge and said, “First of all, Rhonda, your name is Flower. That’s who you are to me. It’s the name that I have chosen for you. Oh, Heather, I have a name for you, Precious, trust me. And, Elsie was just a project code name, if you will. Heather was transitioning from one corporate identity as managerial staff, to a completely new re-branded product line. Are you ready for my new product reveal and branding announcement?”
Heather said, “Yes, Boss, please. I know what you are saying. It is so true. Oh, Jeepers, you are so the boss!”
I said, “OK.”
I stood up and began to address the table as if the presentation had been planned.
I said, “Then, ladies, thank you for coming to this luncheon event this afternoon. You have been invited as part of the news media to this ‘press-in’ conference for the unveiling of an exciting new evolution in family entertainment. Dear, if you would please stand and take your position over the edge of the table, please.”
I motioned Heather to join me on my side of the table, and then had her place her elbows on its surface and bend over so that her rear was prominently displayed.
I said, “On your tiptoes, Dear,” and she raised her butt higher. I lifted her skirt and gave her bottom a loving pat and then pulled her lace bikini down around her knees.
She turned to look at me over her shoulder and said, “Um, Boss, what are you doing?”
Peach went, “Hush, I’m trying to see the presentation! Keep it down.”
I continued, “Please forgive the interruption, Ladies. I am certain that we are all under control now and that it will not happen again. Please pay attention to the perfect form of this model’s legs and buttocks. They have been specially designed and are perfectly suited to bringing me pleasure whenever I request it. Model Two, spread your legs a bit and turn your toes inward please.”
Heather did as instructed. This left her crotch fully exposed and open, and her cheeks spread nicely. I came up behind her and fingered her slit to make sure it was getting wet. It was slippery in just an instant, and I pressed my index finger into her vagina. I then withdrew the finger and pressed it against the button of her anus. Heather moaned loudly.
I said, “As you can see, the button here at the back,” and I pressed again, making her squirm and moan, “puts this model into a unique, hyper-sex mode, as we have just recently discovered through extensive research while examining this new model on the floor of the shower. This was a surprising, but wonderful achievement that excites me, as the chief engineer, greatly.”
I said, “And, now ladies, with great pleasure,” I unzipped my pants and positioned my penis at Heather’s opening and pushed just slightly in, maybe just half an inch so that it would stay, “and without further delay, I present to you the Amazing New Mark Two Buttercup!” and at that, she pushed back onto me hard.
I stood still and let Buttercup ride my penis until she came, bucking, shoving, and gyrating. Buttercup bit her lip. She threw her head back and stared open-eyed at her ‘press-in’ conference and came without a sound except for her breathing.
There was enthusiastic applause from the media corps.
I said, “As you can see, this Mark Two Model is now also equipped with special stealth technology that allows me to turn her on day and night with no fear of being overheard by nosy neighbors or restricted hotel staff.”
I withdrew from Buttercup’s folds and pulled her panties back into place. I helped her stand, kissed her, and walked her back to her seat.
Buttercup lay her head down on the table on top of her crossed arms and moaned, “Oh, yeah! Butter my muffin, Boss Man! Spread me out and scoop me! Turn me over and eat me until I cream!” and then she just lay there breathing.
Peach looked suddenly troubled and said, “Oh, jeepers! Mr. Jensen, I just remembered. Um, there was something we need to do with your credit card, um, I need to take care of it now, before I…forget again!”
Honey said with a wink, “That sounds like a good idea, Peach. Go take care of that and Flower and I will make sure that Buttercup gets some water and starts on lunch.”
Peach said, “We won’t be long at all. This will be really quick, I promise!”
Peach grabbed me and pulled me down the hall toward the front desk. Once there, she took me behind the counter, into the office, and slammed the door. Peach immediately undid my belt and yanked down my slacks and dropped to her knees in front of me. She pushed her mouth all the way down my penis. She sucked fervently like she was in a huge hurry. I reached down and grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Her nipples got hard, and as soon as I felt them through her dress, I concentrated on them.
Peach soon came hard, but just once, and then she pulled her mouth off of me.
Looking up at me, she said, “Robby, dear, I know you didn’t cum, but I really want to see how fast we can get back and act like nothing happened. Is that OK?”
I grabbed my pants and pulled them up, saying, “Absolutely! Let’s rush back.”
Peach grabbed my hand and ran back down the hall, slowing down just before getting to the table so that she could walk in as if nothing had happened.
Peach smiled and said happily, “All done,” and we both sat down.
Honey slid her hand into my lap and surreptitiously felt for my boner. She squeezed lightly and smiled at me.
Honey said, “What a lucky family we are. Mr. Jensen, would you like Flower spread on your buns this morning? And, Sir, can I put Flower on that for you today? Or, Dear, would you pass me the Flower so that I can lick it?” and everyone laughed.
Rhonda, now dubbed Flower, turned bright red and said, “Oh, gosh yes. Lick my Flower right now if you want to!”
We finally settled down and began to eat lunch and the time passed in more chatter and some unavoidable innuendo. Ruby called Peach’s cell phone and was put on speaker phone. She asked if she could stay in her room for the afternoon and if she could take a journal from the gift shop so that she could do some writing. Honey asked her if she would like me to pick one out for her and bring it up to her. Ruby almost started to cry again and thanked Honey profusely. The call ended and I was dispatched to run errands.
In the gift shop, I picked out a journal that I thought Ruby might like with embossed hearts and flowers on the cover and at the last moment, I grabbed a small bouquet of flowers and signed a card to go with them. I headed to the second-floor room where I had been told that Ruby and Rhonda were staying while the rest of the resort was closed.
I knocked at the door and called out, “Delivery for Ruby!”
Chapter 21 - Flowers and Stories
A voice came from the other side of the door, saying “Please remove your clothes and leave them in the hallway.”
That was a surprise. Ruby was playing with me. If serving in family rooms required clothing to be left in the hallway, then that must naturally have included delivery boys as well. I smiled to myself and removed my clothes and left them on the floor outside the door and then knocked again. Ruby opened the door, and peeked out through the crack, playing her game. I held out the flowers and waited.
She said, “Oh, for me? How kind! I wonder who sent these?”
I handed her the flowers and she took the card.
I said, “I wouldn’t know, Miss.”
She opened the card and said, “Oh, they are from my handsome new boyfriend! He’s dreamy. Someday we’re going to get married, you know. There is going to be a magical ceremony and a ring and vows and unicorns and everything. And then, there will be a Honeymoon!” as she continued to look at the card.
Ruby grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me toward the door, saying, “But, you have to go now. I am expecting my boyfriend to come any minute and he is bringing me a present and I can’t wait for him to kiss me,” and she shoved me out the door and closed it behind me.
I made a show of stomping my feet as if I was just coming down the hall and knocked again.
“Who is it?” she sang.
Playing the exaggerated romantic novel role, I said, “Oh, Ruby, my love, it is I, Robby. Will you open to me my sweet? I have a present for you.”
The door flew open, and she exclaimed, “Oh, my love! Kiss me!” and I did.
She thrashed about in my arms and said, “Oh, kiss me hard! I have longed for you these many nights since I saw you last! See how my young tender bosom heaves at the sight of you? Close the chamber door and let my eyes gaze upon you in ecstasy!”
I closed the door to the hallway and stood before her naked. Her ‘young tender bosom’ certainly was heaving. And it was beautiful.
She said, “Yes, let me look at you my love!” and she began to feel my chest, my back, my legs, and my buttocks, finally stepping in and taking my penis in her hand and feeling all of it.
Ruby had told me that she had never really seen a man before and had never handled a penis. She took her chance now, as she played a role that let her be as wanton as she liked without the need for timidity or shame.
She said, “Oh, my golden Captain, how many nights have I longed to touch you. Come farther into my bedchamber.”
She took my hand and led me toward the bed.
Ruby lay down in the center and spread her legs wide and implored, “Come kiss me, my Captain, kiss me deeply!”
Ruby was stunning. Her pussy was already blossoming between her open legs. Her invitation was as open and profound in this setting as Honey had been that first hour on the boat. Ruby wanted me to accept her gift with all the love that she hoped that I had for her.
I climbed up on the bed with her and crawled up between her legs toward her sex. I placed my mouth gently on her mound and kissed her. This time, there was no need to avoid arousing her. She was already aroused and wanting more intimacy than she had ever experienced. As I kissed deeply in her nether region, she grabbed my head and urged me onward.
She moaned, “Captain, my lover, yes, make your poor serving wench a woman. No other man has touched me. I would not allow any commoner that prize. I have kept everything for you! Take me! Make me your woman! Let me scream your name!”
I knew Ruby did not really want me to have intercourse with her. She was play-acting. But she was sincere about wanting to have me ‘make her my woman’. I knew that what she wanted was to experience the first orgasm of her young life. So, I gave it to her, licking her folds, sucking at her clit, and using my tongue inside her vagina, rubbing my lips firmly, but gently across her own.
Ruby came, shouting, “Robby!”
As soon as her first spasms subsided, she pulled me up on top of her and held me to her chest. My shaft ended up laying in the fold of her slit and she rubbed up and down against my hard penis, beginning to grind – and she brought herself to a second orgasm.
She continued to rub up and down underneath me, but said, “My love, no, we mustn’t. If you penetrate me now, my Mother will hunt you down and my sisters will punish you severely. As much as I long for you to take me right now, we can’t. It isn’t safe for either of us,” and she kissed me hard.
Ruby pushed me up and off the bed, grabbing the bedspread and holding it in front of just one of her breasts.
She said, “Now, you must go my love, quickly. Leave the present here beside me on the bed and go! When it is safe, I will find a way to contact you. I will leave my window open for you and you can come in that way when I am certain that it is safe.”
She grabbed me and kissed me passionately again and let the bed cover fall from her body.
She said breathlessly, “Now, go my love. Hurry, get away before it is too late! Don’t speak, just flee to safety. I will find a way for us to be together again soon!”
I rose and flew dramatically from the room and closed the door behind me.
I redressed in the hall and smiled. That was awesome! Wow. What a surprise. I had never done anything like that before. That was cool.
I went down and rejoined the others. Flower was gone on some task, but I sat with Honey and the other two girls.
Honey said, “Did you find something for Ruby, Dear?”
I said, “Yep, I found several things that I did not expect,” and I smiled.
Honey asked, “Do you want to tell us the story?”
Peach asked, “Is it going to make me have to take you to the front desk to run your credit card again?”
I said, “Oh, it’s a story for sure. I am glad that Flower isn’t here. She shouldn’t know about this. Here, let’s make an intimate circle and I will tell you a tale of danger, adventure, passion, and true love.”
Peach said, “Let’s go to the lounge!”
She insisted that we follow quickly and we all rushed after her down the hall.
The lounge was cozy and had several large comfy chairs. Peach grabbed four chairs and arranged them in a tight square so the arms touched each other. We climbed in and sat with our knees almost touching.
I said, “Lay back in your chairs, my dears. Hike up your skirts and get comfortable. Be ready for an erotic tale, no part of which do I myself make up from my own imagination.”
I waited. Finally, Peach moaned and pushed her skirt up and threw her legs wide across the arms of the chair. She sat directly across from me. Honey sat on my right, Buttercup on my left.
Honey said, “Robby, what has gotten into you? I think I like it.”
Peach said, “Girls, I think we better do as he says!” and the other two followed suit and all three lay back into the chairs with their legs hooked over the arms and their panties in full view.
I told the story in detail. Graphic, explicit detail, even to the point of describing as much of Ruby’s tender body as I could. Peach was the first to begin masturbating. Honey had never touched herself, but after seeing what Peach was up to, she began rubbing herself slowly through her boy-shorts panties as well.
I told them about the delivery boy prelude, how Ruby had played with me by making me undress in the hallway, and how she had described her new boyfriend and how she was going to marry him someday.
I went on with the story. At the point where Ruby threw herself onto the bed and splayed her legs wide, Honey had her fingers inside her panties, Buttercup had her whole hand in her bikini rubbing roughly, and Peach had her G-String pulled to one side brazenly hooking two fingers as deep inside herself as she could reach.
I must have been doing a good job of retelling the tale, and after another moment, Buttercup yelled out, “For jeepers sake, have pity on us!” and she stared straight at my crotch as if willing my pants to disappear.
I stood up quickly and dropped my slacks and sat back down and spread my legs over the arms of my chair as well.
At this, Buttercup groaned and straightened her legs and whipped off her panties and then hooked her legs over the chair once more, this time completely bottomless. The others quickly did the same. In another instant, all four of our crotches were spread and naked.
Buttercup implored frantically, “Boss!” looking at my hard-on between my legs.
I reached down and started to stroke myself slowly and within a minute, all three girls orgasmed simultaneously.
I continued my storytelling, describing Ruby’s insistence that I make her my woman and the details of her first orgasm. And the girls had their second.
I described Ruby pulling me on top of her and humping me with her slit, all the while insisting that it must wait for another time. And how Ruby then had her second orgasm. And the girls, their third.
Then, I described Ruby’s desperate urgency that I flee her chambers into the cold, dark night lest her ‘Mother hunt me down and her sisters punish me severely’. And the girls found that highly erotic and came a fourth time.
I finished with Ruby’s promise to contact me when it was safe and to leave her window open to me when the time came and I went into detail about how incredibly erotic Ruby looked sitting on the side of the bed, clutching the bed covers over one breast.
Peach didn’t bother to drag me to a closet: she just jumped onto the floor on her knees and started sucking me right there. After a few minutes, which Peach seemed to find satisfactory, Buttercup looked at Honey, imploring her for permission. We had never talked to Buttercup about being allowed anything but rear-entry sex whenever I wanted it from her.
Honey nodded and said, “Peach, give someone else a turn.”
Peach collapsed backward and dragged her butt back onto the chair, spent from her multiple orgasms. Honey had said that each of them had a special need sexually. It was clear that Peach’s was oral.
