1. The Storyteller of Brompton House - part two


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    have many close friends. I like to think you’re going to be a close friend Carrie. I think we now qualify as ‘close friends’, but as you are my friends, he wants to meet you too. He would like to tell you a story.” “When?” cried Fiona. “Bring it on girl,” shouted Cherry. Sadie clamped her thighs around her fist and had an orgasm, a noisy one. “How are we going to manage this?” asked Fiona. “I mean we’ve never involved any of the guys before.” “Perhaps we ought to blindfold him,” suggested Cherry, ”remember how we all got a bit carried away when we had the porn and dildo night at Fiona’s? Carrie, is your man ready for four horny bitches frigging themselves silly in front of him?” “Well, you’re making assumptions as to what sort of story it might be. It might be Alicia de Lisle or Skald of Yorvik, but it might also be Cat Taylor and I could invite Phoebe.” The chant went up led by Sadie, “We want Skald.” Two weeks later the girls gathered at Carrie’s apartment in an atmosphere of excitement and apprehension. They had done some crazy things together, but this was somehow surreal. Carrie wanted them all to arrive at Brompton House together and had ordered a taxi for 6.30pm. Fiona, Sadie and Cherry had overnight bags with them, as they would all be staying the night. Carrie already kept a good supply of things at Cat’s. He had turned over the second en suite room to her to be her own space. She used it, but hadn’t slept in the bed yet. “Remember girls,” said Carrie, “you can look, ...
    but you better not touch.” The taxi pulled up at Brompton House and they piled out. “Bloody hell Carrie! All of it?” asked Cherry. Carrie led the way and once through the door they all stopped, wide-eyed. They stared at the walls covered with paintings, and at the wide staircase leading up to a balconied landing skirting three sides. They were also immediately aware of the wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. “Where is he Carrie? Bring him out, or have you got him chained to the cooker?” demanded Sadie. As if on cue Cat appeared out of the short corridor that ran to the kitchen. “Welcome friends of Carrie Nicholson to Brompton House, and to a night of feast and story. There may be surprises in store for us all this evening. Everyone has a part to play, and from what Cas tells me you will enter into the spirit of things wholeheartedly; I certainly hope so. But I am failing as a host. Please leave your bags for a moment and follow me into the library.” They were all captivated by his voice, and did as they had been bidden. “Drink this cup of welcome friends,” said Cat as he handed them each an intricate drinking vessel. "It is an aperitif wine from the Ariege, known as Hippocras.” They drank and toasted the night to come, each girl feeling an air of enchantment fall upon her. “In a moment Carrie will show each of you to your rooms, and the necessary facilities of the house. In your rooms you will find a simple white and gold gown, which I hope you will change into. I shall ...
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