Dani and Paulie Ch. 03

Paulie arrived as planned the next day in a striking bright yellow bikini. She had started taking hormones just over six months ago and only recently had her chest started to resemble breasts, as opposed to prepubescent humps. It might have been my imagination, but in the few days since I'd seen her they had grown again. She'd been collected by Krystal, the pornstar with the pneumatic boobs and they appeared to have got on well. Paulie's boob obsession had obviously got the better of her and they were getting chatting animatedly. She seemed a little put out however, that it hadn't been me that went to collect her. Soon that passed, but it was replaced with an even cooler mood when she met Devon. She then turned positively frosty once I'd told her about the night before. She seemed amazed that I wasn't in agony, unable to sit properly or hadn't done myself some serious damage. I explained that we'd taken our time, used a lot of things to ease it and he'd been so careful.

"But he really hurt me!" she argued.

"I know, but you remember the scene, they just wanted him to jump you from behind and bang away. There wasn't much more he could do," I retorted, but she definitely wasn't convinced and flounced off to talk to Krystal about implants no doubt.

A few days later, Paulie was talking to me again but the atmosphere was still a bit strained. Her room was on a different floor to mine and the second night after she arrived I crept along my corridor and sneaked into Devon's room. The next night, planning the same late night excursion, he beat me to it and surprised me, lying on my bed as I emerged from the bathroom.

Sweating, lying with my head on his thigh after another vigorous session, I was interested to see the temporary tattoos Robyn at the gate house had applied. Devon's dark skin meant they didn't stand out so much, and to be fair, I been focused on other things. Remembering the card that explained what they all meant, I interpreted that he was gay, a top or a bottom. I absentmindedly ran my index finger around the two little arrows next to his now dormant cock. Up and down, indicating his versatility.

"I know," he said reading my mind. "But you only have the one arrow Dani." There was a kind, but rueful look on his face.

"Well," I said, "I've never even considered it. Actually, I've never, you know, err, stuck it in anyone." I barked a nervous laugh saying this and he got to his elbows, smiling.

"Really?" Amazement on his face, "maybe another time," he winked and lay back stroking the back of my thigh.

The following day the guests would be arriving. I was surprised to hear they would all arrive at the same time but I learnt there were a number of gate houses and once they'd all been tested they got to meet each other. The same collection process using the golf buggies would happen and we were each allocated a guest. I was allocated 'Olivier', a Frenchman. 48 years old, had been married but was divorced, and his sexual proclivities had become much more varied in single life. The profile picture showed a handsome man, greying, tall and athletic looking for his age. I thought I'd been lucky, but comparing notes with Paulie and Devon (separately, they still weren't really speaking) they both had attractive guys to collect.

Olivier sat smoking on the veranda in shorts and polo shirt when I arrived. Only onions and a beret would have made him look more French. He wasn't perhaps as good looking in the flesh as his profile picture suggested, but he had style and his sexy accent added a bit of mystique to him. Three kisses on alternate cheeks and pat on my butt later, I was driving him back to the house. He draped a lazy arm over my shoulder which I didn't mind and we happily chatted on our way back to the house.

I was wearing a black runched bikini that seemed determined to ride up into my butt cheeks. Under normal circumstances I'd be constantly picking it out, but I saw Olivier was captivated by it so I gave up. After showing him around his room I could see a decent tenting of his shorts, so after I'd subtly checked his tattoo once he'd removed his shirt, I thought a welcome blow job seemed in order. I kneeled before him sucking his cock, I registered from the tattoo that he was pretty much up for anything. His cum tasted of pineapple, he'd clearly been on the cocktails the night before. I kissed him, letting him taste his own semen from around my mouth and chin. Wishing him a pleasant stay, I girlied it up, sashaying out of the room.

Paulie hadn't even made it to her guy's room. I found her in another room off the reception area riding a heavyset guy on the couch. She managed a grin at me as she switched to the reverse position and clocked me looking in from the doorway. Jesus this place was mental.

There were three female guests on top of the red blooded males. The women were all in their 40s or 50s, in good shape, but all enhanced in one way or another, boobs or tucks or Botox. All tastefully done but still pretty obvious. One was by the pool being fawned over by Rick the gym bunny, she was rubbing his chest laughing at some banal joke. I left them to it.

That evening was a welcome dinner. Both Paulie and I were lucky and were sitting with the guests, Devon not so much. He drew a short straw and was serving, I saw a fleeting look of malevolent pleasure flash across Paulie's face when she saw him. Everyone at the guest table was allowed to choose one item of clothing, plus footwear. For the servers the men got only a bow tie, the women a maid's bonnet, despite the amount of flesh and genitals on show elsewhere, this made them seem very naked. The feminine clothing choices were fun, basically the bigger the garment the less it covered. I chose a sheer gown that was basically see through, Paulie a cut away basque that pushed up and exposed those new perky tits. It actually suited her to be honest. I sat between two guests. On one side a Chinese gentleman, wearing regular, but leather trunks - he appeared to be straight, and on the other side, one of the women who it turned out bisexual. She was attractive, tanned and wearing an all in one bodystocking. What she made of me I had no idea.

People began to drift towards another room at the back of the hall after dinner. The Chinese guy was called Han, he was extremely polite and engaged in everything going on. His English was excellent but heavily accented. He was about my height, short hair and had a trim hairless body. It was impossible to guess his age but he was very smiley, he wasn't bad looking though his tattoo was definitely "straight". I wasn't quite sure what to do with him as we walked together towards the back room with his hand on the top of my right ass cheek. I thought it best to lead him towards one of the other women. Robyn from the gate house had arrived, apparently part of the regular staff now and she happened to be momentarily on her own. She had taken the one item of clothing to the extreme and was wearing a thin black leather choker. Her large breasts glistened with some sort of sparkling foundation and she had an immaculately sculpted Brazilian strip above her sex. Han it seemed had been at one of the other gate houses and hadn't met her before. He bowed deeply when I introduced them. I sloped off.

The conversation was pleasant enough throughout the evening and Paulie and I chatted through our experiences so far, sitting draped over each other on a sofa. We were abundantly aware one of the older guys was watching us intently from a nearby chair. He was clearly stroking his cock and despite our encouragement to come and join us he seemed to prefer to watch.

Calling it a day just after 1am, I got an unexpected jolt of envy as I walked to the stairs. Devon was bent over a chair in the entrance hall, his right hand pulling his ass cheek open for Olivier to expertly, it would seem, rim his dark hole. Swallowing my pride and confident Devon hadn't seen me I skipped up the stairs to my room.

Desperately tired and ready for sleep I opened the door to find one of the other male staff sitting on my bed.

"Hey, I'm Guy, you're Dani right?"

"Yeah I am. Hi," I tried to sound happy to meet him, but he wasn't fooled.

"Look, don't worry I'm not going to keep you long. I need to run through your role for tomorrow evening. You're going to be, how shall I put this,...dessert."

My mind boggled at this. "What on earth do you mean?"

"It's easier to show you to be honest, you wanna follow me to the prep room now or do it in the morning?" he asked. "You look tired."

"I am, but I doubt I'll sleep now you've told me that!"

He looked a bit sheepish at this, but led me out of the room and down a different set of stairs to a room I hadn't been to yet. There were a couple of bow ties on a table and the bonnets the girls had been wearing earlier on a table. Clearly this was where they'd got ready and returned to before heading back for the remainder of the evening.

In the middle of the room was a padded leather, wheeled trolley. Guy clinked and clanked back into the room grinning, carrying a bunch of cuffs and chains.

"I know I said 'dessert' but it's really just to deliver after dinner chocolates and stuff."

"Go on," I said, my voice now firm and a little irritated.

"We're going to tie you to this and wheel you in, with the food on your back, once its all gone, then you become the entertainment for the evening. I say 'you' it's you and Robyn, she'll have a slightly different trolley. It'll be worth getting it set up now, so there's no messing about tomorrow. You ok with that?"

"I suppose so," I let out one of those yawns that is a combination of fatigue and nerves.

"You better lose that nice dress, and the heels. We don't want it torn or stretched."

Naked and a little cold in the dim room, Guy positioned me at one end of the trolley. There were pads for me to kneel on, and a flat top where clearly my torso would rest. After adjusting the height of the knee pads for my short stature, his hand pressed in the middle of my back and I bent forward. Leather cuffs were attached to my ankles and a spreader bar clipped between them forcing my legs apart. Guy modified the width of the knee pads to accommodate this, then cold leather straps were secured around my thighs rendering the lower half of my body immobile. Cuffs on my wrists fixed my arms down at the front and he attached a short chin rest for me that kept my head up without too much strain on my back. Finally he slowly turned a handle that changed the shape of the base I was lying on. Naturally my back arched and as a result my anus was pushed out, presenting itself to whoever was behind me. Guy surveyed his handy work.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Restricting, but OK I guess."

He sat down on a chair in front of me. His work done, he now seemed to want to have a little psychological fun with me.

"Ever been fisted?"

"No."

"You should try it, amazing orgasms."

"No."

"I know your tattoo says no, but maybe you'll change your mind."

"No. I don't think so. Are we done now," I was beginning to feel more than a little uncomfortable with the situation now.

"Yeah we're done, I'll just check the heights of your ass and face."

He scraped the chair back across the floor and pulled out his cock. It was flaccid but fat, and had a thick silver ring hooked through the eye. He put the ring to my lips and I scowled at him.

"Fair enough." He said and walked to the back.

I could feel the cool metal ring tapping around my ass hole but he didn't seem interested and began untying me.

The next night Robyn and I waited in the prep room for Guy. In this weird world, he had come close to crossing a line last night, but hadn't. Still, I wasn't sure I trusted him and definitely didn't particularly like him. I was strapped in first, a surprisingly quick process, then wheeled around. I suspected this was done so I could watch poor Robyn. She was hogtied on her back, legs pulled up and back. She looked like a trussed chicken ready for basting. I felt the post dinner treats being carefully placed on my back and butt cheeks. The treats were also balanced on Robyn' her thighs and breasts, she looked incredibly uncomfortable and nervous.

We were wheeled into the dining room...