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  Tiff’s blush was fierce, but she seemed to be trying to decide how to respond. Mike, though, was feeling more and more confident in his role.

  “If it’s not true, just tell me.”

  Mike gave the gorgeous blonde a few seconds before nudging the head of his cock back against her pursed lips. They parted as her tongue wetted them, allowing him to slide back into that heavenly channel.

  “Looks like I’m going to need you to get me something.” Mike said, his eyes going up to Aimee.

  The redhead grinned. “I’ll see what I can find.”

  Mike wished her well in his head as she rolled off the bed and darted out of the room. As far as he knew, there was nothing in the house, unless one of the two of them were carrying it in their purse. As magically finished as the bathroom had become, it still only held his razor and shaving cream to his recollection.

  Shoving his cock all the way down Tiff’s throat, he slid his hand down her back, feeling goosebumps erupt all the way as he sloped it up over her perfect ass. As much as he wanted to explode right into her willing throat, he wanted to feel what other pleasures her perfect young body had to offer.

  Catching one thigh with his hand, he pulled it towards him, his cock popping out from between her lips as he rotated her, lifting her by the hips to her knees, feet together at the ankles.

  “Please fuck me, Master.”

  It was barely a whisper, but it was more than enough encouragement for Mike. His hands planted firmly on the tight little apples of her perfect ass, aiming just enough to let her wetness and the slick nature of his slobbery cock do the majority of the navigation.

  Tiff groaned loudly in pleasure as his cock slid into her. It drove into her quickly, burying itself to the hilt in merely a second as his waist crushed into her cheeks. “Oh, God.”

  Mike pulled out, looking down to see the tip of his cock emerge into the open air before pounding it back home again, hoping that his confidence in his aim and her wetness wasn’t exaggerated. It wasn’t.

  “I’m going to…”

  Tiff didn’t need to finish the sentence for him to know exactly what she meant. She probably wouldn’t have been able to finish it anyway. Any word she managed to form in her mind would have been vastly overpowered by the high, wailing moan that erupted from her pretty lips. It modulated in tone with his thrusts, giving him the almost comical impression that he could play her like a musical instrument, which wasn’t really too far from the truth, he would learn.

  Mike relished the pounding that he gave her, hardly noticing the fact that she had begun her climax with the stroke of his second thrust and it never seemed to end. Even the hard, wet slapping of their bodies connecting wasn’t enough to drown out the moans of her pleasure. It only muffled when she pressed her pretty face into the mattress, her hands finally giving up, leaving her face down, ass up on the bed, her body wildly pounding back against his own.

  Using his grip on that remarkable ass to spread her cheeks, Mike felt a wash of disbelief as he ogled that perfect, pink ass, muscles gripping tightly with each hammering blow of his cock into her tight pussy. The first half of the disbelief was that he was going to fuck this amazing beauty’s hot little back door. The second half was the disbelief that his cock was ever going to fit in something that looked like that.

  Aimee burst back into the room.

  “In the bathroom downstairs, Master.”

  The bathroom downstairs was a plumbing nightmare. “Really?” Mike asked, seeing her offering him a squeeze-bottle of lubrication.

  “There was a lot of stuff down there.” Aimee said, matter-of-fact. “It looks really nice, by the way.”

  Mike wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that would be an outward sign of his growing insanity. If what was happening was real, the last thing he wanted people to think was that he had lost his mind. It would be like discovering you had won the lottery jackpot just to be arrested and given a long jail term in the party following and before it was redeemed. Don’t rock the boat, Mike.

  “Thanks, Aimee.”

  He pulled out of Tiff’s incredible body and took Aimee by the hand, spinning her to face him before pushing her down on the bed. She smiled up at him as he caught her playfully swinging ankles, pulling her to him.

  “Don’t want you to think I’m forgetting you.” He said. His thumb hooked in the fabric of her panties, followed almost immediately by his cock. It slid into her as readily as it had her BFF. “So, you’re ready for me, too.”

  “I’ll always be ready for you, Master.” She said, the initial gasp turning into a sigh as he filled her. The sight of her made his cock surge again, this time nearing the edge like he hadn’t with Tiff, who was curled up in a fetal position, twitching in pleasure.

  The voluptuous redhead pressed her hands to the mattress, using it as leverage to rock her tight body back and forth, swallowing his cock over and over again on her own as he flipped open the lid of the lubrication.

  “Bring that ass closer to me, Tiff.” He said, firmly.

  Despite her blissful state, the young blonde followed his instructions eagerly, putting that beautiful behind back into the range of his free hand. As Aimee continued to fuck him, Mike’s finger quickly found its way to the tight pucker of Tiff’s apparently willing ass.

  Aimee shuddered in orgasm the moment his finger finally overpowered the tight gatekeeper of Tiff’s ass, plunging deep into her body. He worked her ass for several minutes as Aimee writhed in pleasure on his cock, still exerting the lion’s share of the effort.

  Mike finally stepped back, letting his throbbing cock pull free of Aimee’s greedy body. He pulled her to her feet by her hand and drew her up in his arms, giving her a long, passionate kiss.

  “Thank you for the present, Aimee.” He whispered. “I think we may have to talk about you spending a lot more time here in the house with me.”

  The redhead’s face lit up with excitement, which was good, as he had to let her down a bit.

  “But for now, I’m going to have you leave me alone with Tiff here. I want to give her my full attention.”

  He could see the disappointment in Aimee’s eyes, but also the enthusiasm. “I understand, Master. May I…”

  “Ask me anything, Aimee.”

  “May I…touch myself?”

  Yep, reality had taken a vacation. The hot-bodied young woman of his darkest fantasies was asking him if it was okay if she masturbated in the other room while he fucked her BFF’s ass.

  “Of course, you may.” He whispered. “You’re allowed to touch yourself whenever you want.”

  Those perfect eyes lit up again.

  “Thank you master.” She said, repeating it at least once more before she disappeared from the room. Mike’s eyes, however, were back on his next prize.

  Chapter Nine

  Mike climbed onto the bed, saddling up beside Tiff as she pressed heatedly into him. “I want to serve you more, Master.” She whispered, catching his eyes with her own as he bent to kiss her.

  Her tongue slid into his mouth, tracking down between his lower lip and teeth lasciviously before parrying his own. As a kiss, he could only have judged it as sexual. “You’re pleasing me, Tiff.” He whispered, adjusting her position. She seemed to know what he wanted, lifting her top leg a bit as she jutted her delicious ass towards him a little more.

  His fumbling squeeze of the lubrication bottle emptied the majority of it between them, though enough fell on his cock that he felt the slide as Tiff’s nimble fingers guided him towards the entrance of what he imagined to likely be the tightest hole he’d ever fucked.

  Mike’s imagination was getting better and better. As Tiff took charge, literally backing her ass onto his cock, he felt an intense pressure that he worried might actually injure him before it suddenly gave way and the head of his cock was inside of her body. It was definitely the most intense sensation he had ever felt, but it was only beginning. The hot little thing continued to impale her sexy ass on his shaft, swallowi
ng it inch by inch as her bowels stretched open to accommodate his intrusion. The two seemed to be pitted in the world’s sexiest groaning competition as the incredible blonde went on, unwilling to give up.

  “So fucking big.” Tiff cooed hotly, reminding him of one of the adult movies that had been his sole source of pleasure just a few days before. She rocked her hips as if the motion would assist in the task at hand, burying his cock to the hilt in her beautiful body.

  She twisted her neck, her lips finding his just as his hand found her hips, losing the battle for patience through a thrust that crushed his body into hers, eliciting a loud groan, driven into frantic wailing the moment his fingers found her clit. Tiff bucked her ass on Mike’s cock, sending chills down his spine as his shaft inched in and out of its circulation-threatening grasp. Back and forth it sawed as her tongue tried to work its way down his throat, her breath gushing between their lips as she tried to simultaneously breath, wail, and kiss him.

  Mike rolled her to her stomach, pinning her much smaller body under his, his cock still impaled in her backside, much to her obvious pleasure. The new position allowed him more range of motion and within moments his cock was driving in and out of her ass in long, full strokes, once again playing that epic moan like a wind instrument. Mike’s name was said, over and over again, but he didn’t really notice. Almost every fiber of his body was focused on her sounds of pleasure and the sensation of her tight muscles gripping every inch of his cock as he pounded down into her, crushing his weight into her over and over again.

  With one final and mighty thrust, Mike sank his entire body onto hers as he came, pressing her cheek to the mattress as he poured his load deep inside her. Each shuddering spasm of Tiff’s nubile body was matched by one of his own, sending more and more of his cum between those glorious cheeks.

  With a groan and a sigh, Mike collapsed onto Aimee’s thoughtful gift.

  Chapter Ten

  The stairs were narrow and dusty, draped lazily with spiderwebs that were as abandoned as the passage they graced. Mike wanted to do a quick exploration while Aimee was out, gathering some of her clothes from the dorms. At the mere suggestion of it, she had practically jumped, kissing him and promising him the world. After Tiff, he believed her. Not only had the three of them spent a non-stop night together, he’d been able to witness the passion between them finally bubble to the surface. He’d never met any of Aimee’s other friends, but she was promising to rectify that as well.

  The LED flashlight was bright enough to dispel the vast majority of the creepiness as he descended into the space that may have been deserted for a hundred years. Hidden below the stairs of the grand entrance, it wasn’t even detectable from the basement, as the steep incline made the missing space far less noticeable.

  When the stairs finally reached the bottom, they opened onto a short passage before dead-ending at a large, wooden door. Mike turned the handle, but it was locked. He rattled it for good measure, but the mechanism wouldn’t budge. The door itself seemed too solid to try to bust down, at least without tools.

  Mike considered it for a minute, then looked at his watch. He didn’t have all day, and, oddly enough, there were things more important to him at the moment than secret passageways that would most likely turn out to simply be prohibition-era liquor closets. There was a pretty, young redhead headed his way with just one thing on her mind.

  Pleasing him.

  Passageways could wait another day. Or two.

  End of Renovating the Redhead

  Book Two – Remodeling the Models

  Chapter One

  Mike looked over the letter. The phone number on the masthead was memorable. It was the one that dotted his missed call history. Dominated might have been a better word. He hadn’t bothered to listen to the messages because he’d been busy. Busy with fixing up his new home and even busier trying to keep up with his nineteen-year-old girlfriend. Aimee had come as just about as much of a surprise as the house itself. Rochester mansion was not the type of place that he had ever pictured himself owning. That attitude was less about taste and more about basic finances. Mike did okay for himself, but the hilltop Victorian mansion that his town was effectively built around should have been well out of his price range. He still wasn’t positive that it wasn’t just a fluke that he was the sole attendee of the mansion’s absolute auction, walking away with the deed for the opening bid of five-hundred dollars.

  It was a magazine. They wanted to shoot some sort of photoshoot around the exterior of the house. It had never been approved before, but since they heard it had a new owner, they figured they could try to grease the wheels once again. The grease looked pretty thick, but Mike had other fish to fry.

  He dropped it back down on the mantle and looked in the mirror, reaching up to turn on the headlamp he had picked up down at the hardware store. An overpowered LED flashlight was strapped around his other wrist. The headlamp blazed to life and he felt stupid for having been staring into the mirror at it. He blinked away a grid of tiny suns as he turned towards the mansion’s grand staircase.

  “Dumbass.” He reminded himself, triggering the grinding mechanism that exposed the secret passageway descending into darkness under the stairs. “Let’s do this.”

  It had been days since he had discovered it.

  Days.

  What could possibly make a man procrastinate checking out the secret passageway in a mansion whose rooms seemed to be magically transforming from squalor to opulence?

  Aimee.

  Aimee had that power. As if the cute little collegiate redhead wasn’t enough, the slow parade of her friends had started with Tiff, the little blonde he’d met with her the previous summer.

  Aimee was going out of town for a week though, and it was finally time. The magazine bullshit was going to have to wait, he thought. This was the first chance he’d had to be alone since the first day that the spunky thing had come over and he was anxious to get to it.

  Mike batted away cobwebs as he descended the first few stairs, the bright LEDs illuminating nothing but more stairs disappearing into the darkness. How deep does this thing go? The house was built on the top of a hill and the rest of the town that had sprung up around it lay at its feet. The stone walls seemed to narrow a bit as he descended, which was a little unsettling, but after what he estimated was thirty feet down, it opened up into a much larger chamber. The door that had blocked his way previously was inexplicably gone.

  He played the beam of the flashlight up the wall of the sloping chamber, marveling at the architectural feat that must have gone into making it, especially since what little research he had done made no mention of anything other than a standard basement. The house itself, per a newspaper article he had found, only took six months to build. Nothing of this scale could have been built in that time, so this must have been dug out following the house’s construction.

  “Shit.” He whispered, panning the light back down to attempt to reach the far wall. A bit of shadow, but nothing clear. It was on the floor that he found the most interesting detail. Though most of it was carrying a thin layer of dust, there was a relatively clear path of scuff marks and footprints leading to the back of the chamber. He followed it as it veered off to his right and finally ended at a smooth section of the chamber wall.

  Mike scanned the light on the wall less than six inches from the surface. “Okay, where are you at?” He said, almost taken aback at how much echo his voice evoked. Far from being an archaeologist, he figured the path was less than ten years old; about the amount of time the mansion had been vacant. “What’d you do, get sucked into something?”

  He said it as a joke, but it sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t going to stop him from looking, though.

  It turned out to be one of the bottom bricks, right in the middle of the path. It bore a scuff mark and a bit of the dust that had settled on the floor over the long years of the room’s disuse. Perhaps the last occupant of the house had discovered it, but hadn’t gone to m
uch lengths to restore or use it. If the last occupant was living the life I’ve been living, who could blame him? The thought made Mike smile and think of Aimee. He hadn’t managed to do much of anything else since she had entered into his life.

  The wall itself hinged inward with a loud creak of the iron hinges. There was nothing faux about it. The door had to weigh three hundred pounds, but it moved with ease, even after years of being abandoned.

  The secret chamber was a bit anti-climactic. It looked like someone’s long disused sex dungeon, replete with leather floggers and bonds rotting away on hooks on the walls.

  As Mike looked around the room, the headlamp went out and the flashlight almost immediately started flickering. Not wanting to be stranded in the dark, he made a hasty exit, just in time to hear the doorbell ring.