The House – Part 3

Fiction, Romance, Masturbation, Consensual sex, Oral sex, Mind control, Male/female

Disclaimer

This my first story ever. I got the idea around Valentines day so it may be a bit more romantic and mushy than readers here prefer. As you may notice, I borrow ideas from stories like Camp but I hope I’m within acceptable boundaries when doing so. Please feel free to comment on grammar, spelling and whatever else you like to comment on.

I really would like to get some feedback, If not verbal then at least by using the sites rating system.

J. Bailey

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The House – Part 3
4 days in December, Chapter 1

Day 1, December the 15th, 17:00 hours

He had been driving for hours and was tired. Tired of the world, tired of himself, tired of being let down by other people. He was worn out due to the fact that Claire had left him just a week before they were to leave on this trip. Which again was the cause for his driving all this way alone. When he started his trip the weather was quite fair but as he got further up north it started to rain and getting colder. He longed for a meal, a hot shower and a warm bed. As he drove on, his mind clouded and his spirit saddened by his bitter thoughts, he thought he saw some movement on the road up ahead. He slowed down and saw what looked like a person standing on the shoulder of the road.

It was starting to get dark as he stopped and unlocked the doors. The passenger door was opened and a barely audible female voice said:

“Could you give me a lift, please.” She trembled so hard he could hardly understand what she was saying.

“Hurry up and get in.” he replied. He turned up the heat as she tried to climb into his jeep shivering and soaked to the bone. He jumped out, went to the other side and lifted her into the passenger seat.

“No luggage?” he asked her. She just shook her head, with a distant look in her eyes, her body shaking like a leaf in a heavy wind.

He got back into his seat and pulled a blanket from the back seat. She just sat in her seat with her eyes closed, silent, shaking. As he touched her to take off her jacket she jolted as if she had been stung by a bee and tried to resist.

“Come on now, we need to get you out of these wet clothes or you will get seriously ill.” With that she gave in and allowed him to undress her. He unbuttoned her pants and her shirt and removed them. He took off her socks and panties and ended with her white cotton top.

As he undressed her his hand brushed her left breast and he could feel her large, cherry like, hard nipple. Again she jolted. He took of his fleece jacket and made her put it on. After he had zipped up the jacket he wrapped the blanket around her and pulled out a thermos flask containing hot coffee. He poured some coffee into a cup and added three spoons of sugar to it.

He made her drink some of the coffee and although she almost choked on the first sip she took another sip and another until the cup was empty.

“How do you feel?”

“Better” she said, managing a faint smile.

“Well at least you are getting some color back into your cheeks. Where are you heading?”

“I was going up north with my boyfriend. We had an argument that ended with me leaving the car. And then it started to rain. And the bastard even took my back pack.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she looked at him sadly. “I think you saved my life. I was getting really cold and tired and I don’t know how much longer I would have held up out there.”

He asked her again if she had any place to go to and she told him that she didn’t care, since she was now completely alone in the world. Being raised at an orphanage didn’t leave her many options. She asked him where he was going. He told her that he was going to a place up north to work on a programming job he needed to finish and would stay there a while. He also told her about Claire ditching him and that he felt miserable being alone.

“Could I come with you? I could cook for you. I know how to cook, I’ve learned it.” She looked at him pleadingly with baby blue eyes, a hint of desperation in her voice.

It was first now that he noticed how pretty she was. She had light brown hair, a petite frame but now that some color had returned to her cheeks he imagined she would be able to get quite feisty if she wanted to. As he undressed her he had noticed that the nipples on her B sized breasts were large and perky, pointing straight forward. Her bush was light and sparsely haired, her tummy seemed firm, as well as her ass and although she was a bit on the slim side she seemed to have the right amount of fat in most if not all the right places to give her body a curvy, feminine look.

“I don’t know,” he said, dragging his reply. “How much fun I’ll be while working on my project.”

”That is alright.” she said. Now the desperation was clearly audible in her voice. “I need some time off, myself, to pull my own act together.” He looked at her doubtful, hesitating a moment, but couldn’t resist the pleading look in her eyes and said:

“Ok, we’ll give it a try and see where it leads us. But you have to make sure to let me know if you get bored and want out. And you need to know I may not be able to pay you much until I finish my work.”

The relief in her voice was evident as she told him not to worry about payment since it was not financial gain she seeked. He contemplated her reply for a moment but then turned off the interior lights and drove on.

Suddenly he smiled and said: “You know, I forgot to introduce myself.” He held out his hand. “Paul” She smiled in return and shook his hand. “Cassandra, you can call me Caz.”

To make her feel better he put a CD with Irish folk songs into the player and drove on. After a while she fell asleep and he was again alone with his thoughts. He thought about Claire who had left him to spend time with a guy that had more money than he had. She had told him she found him boring and that she wanted something more for her self in life. Although she had pissed him off he missed sex with her. Sex with her had always been good and her orgasms were something to remember. Especially when they had been out dancing and she was tipsy.


He remembered one time when they had been out. She had gotten to much to drink, which again seemed to resonate with her pussy as she became extremely horny. They were sitting in a booth in the back, a bit out of sight. She started to kiss him deeply and fondle his dick through his jeans. He in return had started to fondle her nipples circling and pinching them lightly with his fingers. Her nipples had grown and become large and perky pressing against the fabric of her halter less top. He pulled the top down and started sucking on her nipples until they became completely hard and the size of large blueberries.

To tease her he pulled the top up again and resumed French-kissing her until she pulled back from the kiss.

“Please Paul. More, it felt so nice.” He slid his hand up under her skirt and found her pussy to be naked. She was not wearing any panties. He moved his finger up and down her slit feeling the moistness that was seeping from her pussy. He pressed two fingers inside her, massaging her G-spot. Her eyes were glazed over and she was biting her lower lip. He now had three fingers moving slowly but steadily in and out of her. Her breathing became ragged as she closed her eyes and lay her head on his shoulder, now holding his left arm with both hans. She started to shiver each time he thrust his fingers into her.

He moved to running his fingers slowly over her clit starting at the bottom of her pussy moving to the top in such a way that each movement of his hand caused her clit to have contact with his hand for the full length of a finger while his hand moved upwards. Suddenly she went rigid like a board and came hard, gushing cum all over his hand. As she came he pressed his fingers together and rotated the tips harder and faster over her clit. She convulsed hard in his arms and almost kicked the table over. As he felt her climax subside he slowed down and changed to a lighter touch massaging her clit slowly while she came down and started to relax again.

He continued to massage her now very sensitive clit, very slowly and lightly using the tips of his fingers. As her orgasm had subsided he increased the pressure just a little bit until she started to shiver with each touch. He then used the tip of one finger to tickle her clit very lightly increasing his speed gradually. He continued his light finger flickering until her body twitched each time his finger flicked over her clit. She was now moaning in short bursts. At this point he suddenly pressed harder on her Clit pulling it up and down between two fingers causing her to come again even harder than the first time leaving her panting, completely out of breath.


But those times were gone as she had not allowed for much intimacy those past weeks. Until she had finally told him she was leaving him for another guy that was able to offer her more than he could.

Suddenly he was pulled from his thoughts by a feeling of being watched. He looked to his right and saw that she was awake, watching him.

“Hi, You are awake?” He smiled at her. She smiled back and looked down at the rather impressive bulge in his crotch. “Whatever were you thinking about?” He looked down and his face turned crimson red. Ouch, I was feeling sorry for myself and thinking of my ex girlfriend. I must have gotten carried away.”

She laughed and lifted her hand shaking it with one finger pointing into the air. “Naughty little boys get punished.” He looked at her with a smirk on his face. “So do naughty little girls” he replied. “Especially if they tease their elders too much.” He looked back at the road and told her they would soon reach their place of destination.

Suddenly he slowed down, stopped the car and went outside. When he came back he held a large bundle in his hand.

“Ever seen this before?”

“My backpack.” she replied, and her face lit up with a smile.

“Well now that you have this part of your life back I think we can go on.” He refastened his seat belt and drove on.

She looked through the front window and in the rain she could see a glow of light ahead. He told her those were the lights from a village not far from the house. We’ll be there in about ten minutes. They soon drove into the rather lazy looking village and he stopped for gas.

As he got out of the car she stayed inside following him with her eyes. “He seems like a nice enough guy” she thought. “A bit shy about his sex but very forthcoming and helpful in other matters.” She felt herself starting to get a bit wet between her legs as she thought about the bulge in his pants and how embarrassed he was when she teased him about it.

He came back holding a paper bag in his hand. As he entered the car he gave her the bag with a wicked smile and said:

“For you.” She wondered what he was up to but opened the bag and looked into it. It contained a foam cup, a sandwich and a little paper flower. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. “You know Paul, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“You are welcome.” he said with a smile. “Ok, let’s get going to the house, it’s getting late.”

She sat silently in the seat beside him, ate her sandwich and drank her hot cocoa. Tears were running down her cheeks. He let her be and concentrated on the road, looking for the off road he needed to take to get to the house. It had started to snow after they left the village and he had to activate the four wheel drive and turn on the array of lights he had on the front of his jeep. After a while he found the road and made a right turn into it.

He drove through a foot of snow in the direction of the house. Cassandra looked at him.

“How am I gonna get to the house in this snow with no clothes on?”

“Just wait and you’ll see.” He drove on for another five minutes until he came around a bend in the road. There in front of them was a two story house with a porch in the front and a double garage . He pulled out a remote control and entered a key code. The lights on the front porch came on. He entered another code and the garage door opened. He turned the jeep, drove it backwards into the garage and turned the engine off. He then entered another code and the door closed.

“Voila” he said. “This is how you get through the snow without clothes.” He walked over to her side of the car and helped her out. She got out of the car and walked on her bare feet over the floor. “The floor is warm.” She looked at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Don’t mind that now. Welcome to my cabin, Cassandra. I’ll show you your room and we’ll discuss everything else tomorrow when we wake up. He picked up her backpack and told her to follow him to the second floor. As they came to the second floor he walked to the end of the hallway and opened a door to the right.

“This is your room and mine is on the opposite side. There is only one bathroom up here but it’s big and if you just close your eyes, if I should happen to accidentally walk in on you, you’ll be fine.”

He smiled at her mischievously and pushed her into the room. The room contained a King sized bed, a coffee table two lounge chairs and some closets. There was a door that led into the bathroom and a window overlooking the front of the house. He pulled out a T-Shirt and a pair of boxers and gave them to her.

“There is a drying closet in the bathroom to dry your things and your backpack. Tooth brush and other such things are in a closet in the bathroom. Food and drink is in the fridge. If you want to look around the cabin please do. If there is anything else you need just let me know. I’m going to take a quick shower and then get some sleep. And by the way you don’t have to worry about running out of hot water. There is an theoretically endless supply of it in this house.”

“Oh, I forgot one thing. Please be careful about the basement since I work down there and if you should try to clean up down there you could interfere quite severely with my work. So please don’t go down there unless I’m with you.”

He kissed her on the forehead and said: “Goodnight and sweet dreams.”

He went to his room and closed the door. He got undressed, took a shower, got into bed and after a short while he was fast asleep. His last thought was about her gorgeous nipples and what it would be like to suck them hard.

Cassandra sat on her bed and looked around the room. It was a nice bright room with both indirect and direct lighting. He had turned on the lights by the bed so there was a soft light illuminating the room. To her he was a strange person. He had practically saved her life that evening, he had hired her, off the street, literally and he had not even hinted at making a pass at her.

She was utterly confused. Here was a guy that had given without asking for anything in return. He must be an under cover mass murderer at least. She smiled to her self at the thought. But yet, here she was in a warm and cosy room, with a job even. She felt as if her life had been turned upside down to the better in just one day.

She touched the bed sheets, they were soft and warm like the room itself. Yet she did not quite understand why, since there was not a single oven in the room. There was a very nice feeling forming in her stomach. One of security and happiness. She was almost giddy and since she had gotten some sleep in the car, while he was driving and needed to unwind from her ordeal she therefore decided to take a shower.

She browsed through the closets in her room and found a bathrobe in one of them. It was one of those white, thick, fluffy things one could only dream about. She changed into the bathrobe and went to the bathroom taking her backpack with her. She put all her wet things into the drying cabinet.

Cassandra entered the shower and relished the warmth of the water on her skin. She closed her eyes and started to relax in the stream of hot water. As she began to relax her mind wandered to Paul and how he had treated her. To him she had been a stranger to whom he had no obligations and yet he had taken her in as if nothing was more normal. She felt an itch between her legs and started to massage her pussy lips with her right hand, slowly moving to her clit. She used her left hand to slowly massage her nipples one after another. She sank to the floor of the shower booth and thought about Paul, gradually increasing the speed with which she rubbed her clit. She thought about the bulge in his pants and his reaction as she teased him about it and came. She continued to rub her clit slowing down while she came down from her climax lying fully relaxed in the bottom of the shower, the warm water running over her body.

She felt like a million.