Previously: Mr. Gardner has accepted the offer of "other duties as assigned," and Ms. Suze has just requested his help with an evening event...
On Friday I rode up on my Honda, my cock already half-hard. A woman I had not met before but had seen around the house greeted me with a genuine and sunny smile.
"Hi! Mr. Gardner, I believe," she said, "I finally get to meet you." Her voice was low and sultry, her smile was infectious and I liked her instantly. She took my hand in hers and held onto it for a beat longer than I expected. "You can call me Ms. Keeper." She laughed, "That's short for Ms. Housekeeper." Ms. "Keeper" was short whereas Ms. Suze was tall, and blonde whereas Ms. Suze was dark but equally well-toned. She had bright blue eyes and put her shiny blonde hair in a ponytail. She wore a short dark blue skirt and a thin, tight white polo shirt tucked in. Her breasts seemed large on her because of her smaller stature. Comfortable sneakers completed her attire.
I asked her how long she'd been working here, and she said she had started working at the house a few months before me. Ms. Keeper smiled at me again and led the way through the house, and I became lost again. How many rooms does this place have, I wondered to myself. We finally emerged out the back to an area I knew well, a small swimming pool surrounded by lush vegetation and a well-stocked patio. Looking up at me with her big blue eyes, Ms. Keeper filled me in on the evening plans.
Apparently, the house was hosting a small bachelor party. Ms. Keeper was in charge of overseeing the help and the food and drinks. I was to keep the music going, help Ms. Keeper with whatever needed doing, and be on hand for Ms. Suze if she needed extra help as well.
"Um, what about Mr. Nick?" I inquired, attempting an innocent question. Ms. Keeper arched an eyebrow, paused, and then said that he would not be attending the party in person. I detected something in her voice and asked, "Not attending?" Ms. Keeper just smiled and said again, "Not attending in person," and she turned her attention back to preparations. This left me wondering again about Mr. Nick and Ms. Suze.
Soon a group of five men in their late twenties and early thirties arrived, shown in by two women in maid's outfits. Ah, the 'help', I noticed. I had not seen them before. Ms. Keeper introduced us, and I learned that they were the indoor housekeeping crew, supervised by Ms. Keeper. She told me their names, but honestly, I soon forgot and just nicknamed them Kinky and Slinky in my mind. I’d need to make a point of asking their names again later, but for now, Kinky and Slinky were it.
Kinky was young, of medium build and height, blonde hair cut short and cute, with small pert breasts and lovely rock-hard nipples only barely contained by her tiny black mini dress. Slinky was a bit older, tall and busty with thick black hair - “MILF” came to mind. She was wearing a sexy French maid's outfit. Her large dark areolas were showing, as the neckline of her dress rested just above her nipples, the luscious bounty of her breasts full and quite on display. The pair set about getting drinks, and before long the music was going and the boys were eating, drinking, and shamelessly flirting with Kinky and Slinky, who were shamelessly flirting right back. I noticed that they tried to engage Ms. Keeper in the flirting as well, but she firmly and politely turned their advances aside.
After they all had a couple of drinks, Ms. Keeper gave me the sign to change the music, and then the lights turned off, leaving only the pool torches. The music shifted to a low, sexy, sultry bass and blues, the kind you hear sometimes in strip joints. A spotlight blinked on, and there was Ms. Suze, glowing in the light in a tiny sheer white top showing every curve and every nook, and her skin glowed as richly as her eyes.
She shook her hair and dove into the pool, swimming the short distance to the ladder and, I swear just like in the movies, emerged into the spotlight, streaming water in slow motion down her luscious body. All of their tongues had hit the deck, as did mine. Kinky and Slinky stood aside, smiling, as Ms. Suze strolled up to the group and, one by one, gave them each a deep kiss ending in a firm cock-squeeze. She saved the groom-to-be for last, and by the time her hand left his crotch, his hard-on was clearly visible under his damp trunks.
Ms. Suze proceeded to move around the young man, teasing him with her hands, her tongue, and her whole body. She stood behind him, pressing herself against him, and ran her hands up and down his chest, arms, and belly. She stood in front of him, pressing herself into him, and kissed his neck, nibbled his ears. She ground herself against his hard shaft, wriggling her taut ass against him. Finally, she tugged off his trunks and slowly kissed a trail down from his lips to his shoulder, to his chest, to his belly, and then to his straining member.
As the spotlight shone on them, Ms. Suze took his entire length down her throat in one, slow, smooth gulp, slightly gagging, holding him there while her hands roamed his body. I watched, spellbound and dick straining as she moved on him, her body undulating as she engorged her throat on his cock over and over again. Just as he began to tense up, she eased off him and gathered the other young men around her. She took each in turn, sucking them to the tipping point before moving on to the next.
