Chapter 3
Barrett
H oly fuck, this party is already out of control.
Scott, Cross and I are drinking, but I hardly taste the alcohol because we’re waiting for the arrival of the beautiful Lily Powell.
Yet, was that scene upstairs for real? Was she letting Lionel fingerfuck her tight asshole as her boobies bounced?
Right in the drawing room, where the staff could see?
After all, Lionel Kenneally is a rich motherfucker and probably employs at least a half dozen employees at his home.
It’s just how these things work because managing a ten thousand square foot estate is no small feat.
At my own property, I retain a house manager, who in turn manages about a dozen folks, including various cleaning staff, kitchen cooks, as well as gardeners, chauffeurs, assistants, and what have you.
I don’t want to hear about it, nor do I want to deal with it.
My staff knows to stay out of sight, and for the most part, the property runs like a dream.
Of course, it wasn’t always this way. My sons, Brandon and Brent, used to live at home and the estate was pure chaos while they were under my roof.
Two teenage boys are enough to drive anyone up the wall, but my boys are also handsome douchebags with the raging hormones of rabid dogs.
They brought a stream of girls home non-stop, and I could hear them fucking said women in their bedrooms. On occasion, my sons even double-teamed some of the fillies, their moans twining in the air as the women panted and shrieked.
As a precaution, I warned them to keep their peckers wrapped up because women often say they’re on birth control when they’re not.
We don’t want anyone getting pregnant when there’s so much money at stake, and as far as I know, my gene pool hasn’t expanded yet.
But Brandon and Brent left for college at my alma mater, Western University, a couple months ago, and now the mansion’s silent. To be honest, it’s a little lonely without them. I never thought I’d miss those fuckers, but I do, and the shindig we have going tonight will relieve some of the funk.
Then again, I never thought I’d ever be “lonely” at this stage of my life.
I thought I’d be living with a beautiful wife, a large house, plenty of kids, and a thriving career.
Instead, my ex-wife turned out to be a hooker; my two sons are grown; and the house is so fucking big and empty that it echoes sometimes.
It’s pathetic if you think about it. I’m a forty-five-year-old man with a successful career as a venture capitalist, and yet I’m rattling around like loose teeth.
But at least I have money, and lots of it.
I specialize in crypto investments, and that shit is a fucking rollercoaster.
But volatility means that there are markets to be timed, opportunities to nail, and shitloads of cash to be made.
I’ve won some; I’ve lost some; but overall, I’ve won far more than I’ve lost and am loaded as a result.
The mansion in St. George is only one of the properties I own.
Estates in Vail, Nantucket, Barbados, and London round out my portfolio, and I’m considering buying in Tokyo and Paris as well.
But tonight, I’m not focused on that. Instead, I’m here to see what the gorgeous Lily Powell has to offer.
Lionel sent around some photos of his stepdaughter earlier, and holy fuck, but I had to jack off as soon as I saw them.
His daughter’s gorgeous with long brown hair; the delicate features of a princess; and a body so lush that my jaw dropped.
Literally, I’ve never seen such big tits on a teenager, and I can’t wait to get my dick pressed up tight between those soft mounds of flesh.
But right now, we’re stationed in Lionel’s bowling alley like losers while Lionel finishes fucking the brat upstairs.
“Where the hell are they?” Cross grunts impatiently, downing his shot in a swift gesture. “What the fuck?”
“Give them time,” Scott answers in a deep tone. “Hell, it’d take me a while to pull my dick out of that lovely lady’s asshole too.”
“Yeah, but she wasn’t getting dicked,” I add in a wry voice. “That chick was getting her butt fingered and loving every second of it.”
We’re filthy motherfuckers, and even more offensive when there are no women present.
But at that moment, Lionel descends the stairs, carrying the aforementioned lovely lady in his arms. He sets Lily down and she prances over to us before cocking one hip out, her hand placed at her narrow waist. She’s a sight to behold, dressed in nothing but hot pink pasties on her generous tits, a g-string that’s nothing more than a tiny crystal at her clit, and high, high heels which elongate her legs.
“So we should talk,” she says in a sassy tone.
I growl, eyeing her luscious figure up and down.
“Shouldn’t we do introductions first?” I ask. “There’s no need to skip them because we have plenty of time. I’m Barrett, and this is Scott and Cross. We’re friends of your dad.”
Lily smiles at me, her brown eyes mischievous.
“And I’m Lily Powell,” she says in a sweet tone. “I’m Lionel’s daughter. Well, stepdaughter ,” she amends. “My mom was married to Lionel long ago, but she passed away. That’s how Lionel got stuck with me,” she says, shooting the man of the house a mischievous smile.
“Yes, Lionel told us,” Scott says in a smooth tone, his blue eyes roving over every inch of Lily’s pale skin. “We’re sorry for your loss.”
The young woman goes serious for a moment.
“Roberta was everything to me, but my mom made some good decisions during her life and made sure I was taken care of after her death. Namely, she married Lionel, and he’s been looking out for me ever since. Right, Daddy?”
By now, our friend has poured himself a drink and leans against the bar, watching the scene with amusement on his handsome face.
“Yes, absolutely,” he replies in a throaty tone. “You’ll always be my first priority, princess. I’ll make sure that all of your needs are met, no matter what it takes. Which is why we’re here right now,” he says with a sly smirk.
Lily nods, her brown eyes still serious as she fixes us with a look.
“As you know, I’m the one who asked my stepfather to set this encounter up,” she murmurs. “I love being with Lionel, but well, I always wanted more .”
Immediately the temperature in the room ratchets higher. Scott, Cross and I lean forward, our expressions intense.
“More how?” Cross demands.
“In what way?” Scott echoes, although we already know the answer.
“I want a menage,” Lily enunciates in a clear voice, not at all embarrassed about her desires. “I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to service multiple men, and my stepdad said that it was a natural desire. A lot of girls want to try it, at least once in their lives.”
I shoot my buddy a look, but Lionel merely smirks at his station by the bar.
“Really,” I drawl. “Your stepdad told you that.”
Lily nods, her big brown eyes serious.
“Yes. It sounds messed up, but polyamorous relationships aren’t messed up. They’re just a different way to live life that’s outside of the hetero male-female norm.”
Alarm bells start going off in my head, and I share a look with Cross and Scott. Oh shit, we’re already going off course.
“Yes, but this isn’t a relationship,” Scott interjects in a gentle tone while taking Lily’s hand in his own. “We’re not here for a relationship. Hell, I don’t even know how we’re talking relationships when we’ve just met.”
Lily nods, unperturbed at his comment.
“I know that this isn’t a relationship. I’m sorry, because I must have misspoken. What I meant to say is that polyamorous desires aren’t messed up. The desire to explore sexually with multiple partners is normal to human beings, and I’m glad that you don’t judge me for it.”
My friends and I share another look, relieved that the conversation’s back on track.
“That’s right,” I intone in a deep rumble. “The desire to service multiple men is absolutely normal, and it means that you’re a healthy, ripe, teenage girl. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Besides,” drawls Cross, “we’ve had multiple partners in the past because we’ve shared women before. Does that bother you, Lily?”
The young woman flushes, her cheeks going pink, but she bites her lip as she shakes her head.
“No, not at all,” she breathes. “If anything, it helps me to know that you’ve done this before. This isn’t going to be brand new to you, the way it is for me.”
“It isn’t new at all,” Scott growls with approval, a harsh flush descending on those high cheekbones. “And we can talk at length about what we’ve done in the past, as well as anything you’d like to know about our sexual histories. But that could make for quite a long conversation.”
Lily’s brown eyes open wide.
“It could?”
“Yes,” I drawl with a half-smile, taking her other hand in my own.
“You see, we’re forty-five-year-old men, so we aren’t virgins.
We’re experienced in the ways of the world, and that includes pleasing female bodies.
Caressing your curves, Lily. Making you feel things you’ve never felt before.
Bringing you to the heights of ecstasy you’ve only dreamed of. ”
She gasps a bit, her huge breasts rising and falling with the movement. But then Lily nods and hesitates once more.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask. “Don’t hold back. Ask us, if it’s important, because we’re all ears and we want you to feel comfortable being with us this first time.”
Lily nods and takes another deep breath, almost dislodging one of her pasties in the process.
Fuck. I watch as her huge tits jiggle a bit, dying to bite on one turgid nipple before running my tongue along the crease delineating her big breast from her chest. But I can’t do that at the moment because the young woman wants to set boundaries, and it’s fine.
I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.