Dunvock House Ch. 01
Dunvock House
Chapter 1.
Chloe was good at so many things that she had assumed selling property would have been easy but four months into the job with Savills and she was yet to sell a single one of the homes and estates she was looking after. The clients were anxious and her boss, Simon was displeased. She wondered what she was doing wrong, the house she was trying to sell today was beautiful and good value. The problem was the location, the north west of Scotland. Chloe had been living there for three months and had failed to make any friends, hadn't seen a man that she would speak to, never mind go to bed with and was becoming quite despondent. The weather was atrocious and she had questions about the sanity of anyone who would relocate to this area.
She drove down the narrow one track road watching the clock as well as the weather. The sun was trying to come out and the roads were steaming with recent rain. The client was meeting her at the house she was selling and she didn't want to be late. A black Range Rover appeared in the rear view mirror of her VW Golf, flashing its lights and honking the horn. She pulled into the next passing place and the car roared past her, she stuck her middle finger out the window.
Chloe drove on and eventually after twenty minutes of up and down, hair pin bends and blind summits she turned off the road into the drive of Dunvock House, where of course parked right in front of the door was the Range Rover
"Oh god!" she thought, gritting her teeth for a difficult hour.
She parked her car at the side of the house and climbed out. Her short pink skirt and black high heels were the wrong attire for the west of Scotland and she self consciously adjusted her hem as she approached the car. The windows were blacked out and she waved to no-one to signal that she was ready. The car remained where it was, doors shut. She waited, smiling at the windows, her eyes betraying that this was pissing her off.
Inside the car Ethan watched her: he liked her legs and wondered if she was wearing stockings or had bare skin. He imagined sliding his hands between her thighs, and wondered if she had underwear on. He enjoyed making her wait and smiled at her obvious annoyance. The sun was out and she held a hand up to shield her eyes from the bright sky, let her wait he thought. He had seen the particulars for the house a couple of weeks before, and thinking that he needed a base in the Highlands for his hunting and shooting activities, he had made contact with the agents. He had not imagined, from a series of emails, that the agent that came to show him the house would be so promising. He picked up his phone, and the keys to the luxury car, and opened the door.
Chloe looked up as she saw the door open, and involuntarily ran her eyes up and down the tall, rugged, man that stepped out of the Range Rover. He was wearing clean dark jeans, and a checked shirt, and she couldn't help but think what he would look like without them.
She called out, "Ethan?"
He nodded, with a smile, and she continued.
"Hi! I'm Chloe, from the agency."
Ethan took her hand and shook it firmly. Chloe blushed as she realised how attractive Ethan was. His emails had been short and very business like, she hadn't researched much about him at all and now she wished she had googled him to find out more. She also wished that she had made more effort with her hair and makeup: four months in Oban had led to a relaxed approach to things and she regretted the messy bun. She touched her hair unconsciously as she thought about it, Ethan smiled and took in the slightly ungroomed hair: nothing like London agents he thought.
She was lonely and missed physical touch, a man's touch. It was hard to go months without kissing someone, even looking at this man was making her think of how it would feel to touch his chest and feel his mouth between her legs. She was staring too long, he was amused and kept hold of her hand.
"Are you alright Chloe?" Ethan asked.
He knew that women often found him attractive but she was like a schoolgirl blushing and staring at him.
"I'm not what you were expecting?" she asked.
Ethan held her hand a fraction longer than was necessary, admiring her minimal makeup and messy hair. He imagined wrapping his fingers in it and pulling her mouth onto his cock, which stiffened slightly as his mind wandered.
Chloe recovered and took her keys out of her bag. She shoogled the key in the lock and struggled to turn it.
"It's stiff," she said as she turned to look at him, thinking "Fuck!"
She felt flustered and annoyed. He smiled at her: she looked mortified.
"Hard... I mean. The lock is stiff."
She pressed her shoulder against the door and managed to open it. They walked in together to the cool, dark hall,
"Get a fucking grip, Chloe, you are not to shag clients," she muttered to herself.
Ethan stood very close beside her as he looked up at the chandelier.
"It needs a bit of love," she said, "but it's got a lot of potential."
He looked her straight in the eyes and leaned towards her slightly,
"I hope you are a better saleswoman than you are a driver. Show me the house, help me imagine myself here, living here, sleeping here," he suggested.
Chloe looked back at him: this was not the usual request and she had no idea what he meant.
"Yes ok, let's start in the kitchen. You can imagine cooking in there."
She led him to the kitchen, and stood at the island, showed him the Aga, the view of the loch, the original sink. He stood behind her looking at the loch, staring at. her as she prattled on, waiting for her to finish.
"It's a lovely view," Chloe said.
Ethan placed his hands on her hips, and his mouth came close to her ear.
"It's a fantastic view."
Chloe was on unfamiliar ground. Usually buyers asked standard questions about the gas and electricity (there is no gas up here), how many ovens there are, square metres for buyers from London who are interested in the size of everything. They didn't tend to look like this guy, have no wedding ring and to be so openly checking her out.
"Umm, so you could imagine yourself in here making breakfast, maybe having some bacon and coffee."
She tailed off, he was smiling, almost laughing at her.
"That's helpful Chloe, I can see how this kitchen is ideally suited to the preparation of both coffee and bacon."
"Sorry Ethan, usually people want facts and council tax bands. What can I do to help you see yourself here?"
He stood closer to her and his hand slipped down over her bottom and he gently squeezed. Chloe stood still, not moving and unsure what to say. She closed her eyes as his other hand slid round the front and stroked her left breast.
"I can imagine being here in this kitchen, it feels nice."
Chloe exhaled the breath she was holding.
"Good, I'm glad. It is nice. Let's move on."
She walked ahead of him across the kitchen floor, her heels tapping on the stone flags. Simon was unhappy with her as it was: if she slept with a buyer he might not keep her past the six months probation and she could not go back to Glasgow having failed. But if she was about to lose her job, having some fun with this man who she is unlikely to see again might take the sting out of being sacked. She pushed on the door into the dining room, and it swung open on its butlers hinge. Ethan followed he into the magnificent panelled room, its long oak table surrounded by leather backed chairs. A stag's head, a magnificent nine-pointer, hung above a fireplace big enough to stand in.
Chloe waited for Ethan.
"Can you imagine yourself in here?" she asked, and Ethan nodded.
"Yes. I can... that's a magnificent head. Do you like head, Chloe?"
Chloe looked him in the eyes and touched his arm,
"I like it all, Ethan."
She let go of his arm and smoothed down the front of her blouse, then stopped, suddenly aware that it could seem like she was stroking her breasts. She felt her cheeks flush, as she lifted her eyes towards Ethan to see him smiling at her. He took a step towards her, and she stepped back, her way blocked by the edge of the table.
Ethan moved close to her, placing one hand either side of her on top of the ornately carved chairs. She was becoming much less interested in selling the house and desperately wanted to kiss him. She could smell him he was so close.
"Chloe it would help me image living here if I could eat something, if I could see what that was like."
"Oh god he can eat me, he's so very far out of line, he's not here to buy this house," she thought.
"I'm not sure I can manage that today, I haven't brought any food. Unless you can think of something else you might like try?" she answered, biting her lip.
She had decided when she saw him get out of the car that she wanted to fuck him more than sell him anything. She really wasn't very good at real estate.
Ethan moved closer to her.
"Turn around and bend over the table, Chloe."
She did as he asked and bent over the hard wooden table. Ethan stood behind her and gazed at her arse. He pushed up her skirt, right up round her waist.
"Open your legs Chloe" he commanded.
She closed her eyes and spread her legs.
"Beautiful" he said as he knelt down between her high heels and pressed his face against her lace-covered pussy. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down to her knees,
"Oh my gosh" she gasped.
Ethan's tongue circled her arsehole and she felt her knees go weak.
"I like your arse Chloe" Ethan said,
He licked her and slid a hand across her soaking pussy.
"You're soaking wet Chloe".
He removed her underwear and pushed her legs wider apart.
"Do you like cock Chloe?" he asked, and Chloe could barely answer him her mouth was so dry.
"Yes," she managed. "Yes I love it."
He slapped his hand across her backside.
"Stand up and take that skirt off. You don't need it."
Chloe removed her skirt and dropped it to the floor. In her tight blouse, hold ups and heels she looked amazing. Ethan's cock was rock hard.
He slid his hand in between her legs and put two fingers inside her. He withdrew them and sucked them, tasting her.
"I can imagine being here," he said.
He fingered her again but this time he slid his wet finger into her arsehole.
"This feels a good fit for me too."
Chloe was mortified but also consumed with lust: her nipples were rock hard and she wanted more than anything to kiss him. He worked a second finger into her and smiled when it went with ease.
"Chloe you are a most willing slut. I think you are loving this. Take me to the bedroom."
Chloe walked up the huge staircase with Ethan right behind her. He caressed her legs and behind and imagined her here, as the hostess of this hunting lodge. He knew his friends would find her attractive and wondered if Chloe could take on such a role.
Chloe stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to face Ethan, looking him straight in the eyes.
"There are seven bedrooms, all ensuite. Which one would you like me to show you first?" she asked.
Ethan ran his eyes down her from top to bottom, taking in her hard nipples denting the front of her white silk blouse, her shirt tails, which just covered her pussy, and her long stockinged legs accentuated by her high heels.
"I don't mind," he replied. "Let's start with the largest."
Chloe nodded, turned and walked across the landing pushing open a large door to the left. She gestured Ethan to walk through, ahead of her.
"This is the master bedroom, sir, and as you will see, it is very spacious with room for a large four poster bed, and has an excellent view of the loch," she suggested.
Ethan stopped in front of the windows, and turned to face her.
"It is a decent sized room," he suggested. "Get on your knees."
Chloe stepped forward into the middle of the room, and with her eyes fixed on Ethan's, slowly dropped to her knees in the centre of a large Persian carpet. She sat back on her heels, and rested her hands on her lap.
Ethan walked towards her, unbuckling his belt and the top buttons of his jeans. He stopped in front of her, his groin inches from her face.
"Take it out, Chloe," he commanded.
Chloe reached up, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pulled them slowly down to the top of his thighs. His heavy cock swung towards her lips, and she could see a bead of moisture forming at the tip. She gripped him firmly with one hand, pulling back the hood, and flicked her tongue across the tip, hearing him take a sharp breath in response.
She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside of his glans, kissing the tip before opening her mouth and sucking him gently. He tasted delicious, the first cock she had tasted in so long, and she wanted more of him. She sucked him further into her mouth and she massaged the underside of his cock as she moved her mouth slowly up and down his shaft.
Ethan reached down, winding his fingers in Chloe's hair, and holding her still. He pushed his cock further into her mouth, and she had to will herself not to pull away. He started to fuck her open mouth, not hard, but firmly and deliberately, and she reached up to pull him towards her.
Chloe looked up at him as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth: she had missed this so much. She arched her back and stuck her beautiful bottom out, wishing there was a mirror so she could see what she looked like. He held her head and stroked her hair back from her face. She licked the tip and sucked the tasty, salty liquid from the end. He was as aroused as she was and she knew that when he fucked her it would be amazing.
Ethan pulled out of her mouth and stepped back.
"Stand up and take off your blouse," he demanded.
Chloe got to her feet and slowly unbuttoned her top. The bra she had on was pale pink and white lace and her nipples were hard through the flimsy material.
Ethan's eyes devoured her, lingering on the swell of her breasts above the lace of her brassiere. He reached up with one hand and stroked his thumb across her nipple, pressing the lace into the sensitive skin. She reached down to take his cock in her hand and stroking gently while Ethan's fingers caressed her breast. He reached up and pulled the straps of her bra down her arms, and lowered his head to her breast, circling her nipple with his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips. Chloe moaned as he sucked hard on the first one, then the other nipple, his hands holding her firmly.
He lifted his face to kiss her hard on the mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking between her lips, before pulling away. His fingers reached for the bottoms of the shirt, and he started to unbutton it.
"Turn around," he ordered. "Hands on the post of the bed. Open your legs."
Chloe did as she was told, unclasping her bra and dropping it to the floor as she turned to face the bed. Gripping the post firmly at shoulder height, and leaning forwards, she placed her feet about a foot apart, and waited in her stocking and heels, her ass towards him.
Ethan tossed his shirt to the side, and knelt between her legs. Chloe pushed her ass out towards him as he placed one hand on each buttock, and spread them apart. She gasped as his tongue pushed deep inside her pussy, and squirmed as he devoured her, his tongue flicking across her pearl, and probing into her asshole. She tasted divine. Ethan stood, and rested his hand on the small of Chloe's back.
"How badly do you want to sell this house, Chloe?" he asked.
She twisted to look at him, letting go of the post.
"Keep still!" he growled, slapping her ass with his free hand. "How badly?"
Chloe grasped the post, looking down at the floor.
"Really badly..." she whispered.
"Louder!" he instructed, and she lifted her head.
"I really need to sell this house..." she replied. "I'll do whatever it takes."
He pushed her feet further apart with one of his, and stepped between them.
"Clever girl," he grunted as he pushed deep into her pussy with a single thrust.
Chloe gasped. Wet as she was, he was big, and she hadn't been fucked in a while. God it felt good. Ethan grasped her hips, and with a slow, firm motion, started to fuck her hard, his groin slapping against her buttocks each time he pushed into her. She pushed back against him, relishing the feeling of his cock stretching her pussy. She pushed back against him eagerly, delighted at last to have cock in her. He fucked her hard, holding her firmly by the hips.
Ethan gripped her firmly, his cock deep inside her.
"I have some conditions that need to be met before I make an offer on this house," he said. "First of all I need to know that you will be available to me and anyone else I want to introduce you to, and to know that by 'available' I mean that your body, every inch of it, is mine"
He pulled out of her pussy as he finished and gently pushed his cock against her tight arsehole.
"Do you understand what I want from you Chloe?"
Chloe could barely talk. She wanted him back inside her and to sell the house and please her boss she was prepared to agree with whatever he said, especially now when he had her out of control with lust. She liked anal sex and pressed back against his hard cock.
"I'll do whatever you want, whatever you need, please just put your cock back inside me..." she stammered.
"Not here, Chloe," he said, "Let's go somewhere else and you can show me the view of the loch. I want to take your arse somewhere with a view."
Naked, she climbed with him to the turret bedroom and led him to the huge windows that looked over the loch. He pushed her to her knees and she once more took him into her mouth. He tasted of her now and she sucked and licked greedily at his beautiful cock. He didn't want to come, and he was so on the verge with her clever mouth, he reluctantly pulled her to her feet. He placed her hands on the window frame and spread her legs again.
He stood behind her looking at the grey loch, green hills and grey sky. It was beautiful but austere, he kissed her neck and then her mouth.
"You're very beautiful Chloe, I want to do this again," he murmured.
He put his hands over hers and slid his cock between her legs again, into her wet pussy. He fucked her slowly and firmly as his thumb pressed into her ass.
She was enjoying his cock in her, it was a beautiful one and she knew how good it would feel even deeper inside her. He pulled out of her, pressed his slippery wet cock against her arsehole and slowly pushed inside her.
Chloe nearly squealed as Ethan stretched her arsehole open. She had to force herself to stand still, her knees shaking, with her hands on the frame of the window, as Ethan's cock seemed to slide impossibly deep into her arse.
"Fuck, that feels good," she gasped, squirming on him as he held her still. "Fuck my tight arsehole, Ethan, please..."
Ethan needed little encouragement, and he slowly pulled away before pulling her back onto his rigid cock. She moaned, and reached down with one hand to stroke her pearl in time with Ethan's purposeful thrusts. She sank two fingers deep into her soaking pussy, fucking herself with her hand in time with Ethan, then pressed her wet fingers ever more firmly on her swollen pearl. It felt incredible, and she knew she was going to come.
"Harder, Ethan," she demanded, and he responded, his breath coming in short gasps.
Chloe moaned, "Ohhhh.... Ohhhh. Fuuuuck...!" as she came, shuddering, grinding herself back onto Ethan's cock. He stood, buried deep in her arsehole, feeling her contract around him as she came.
As she relaxed, he started to move again, first slowly, then with more purpose, his hands holding her by the hips. She reached back and spread her ass open with her hands, encouraging him to push even further into her.
"Come for me, Ethan," she demanded, twisting away from him and dropping to her knees.
His beautiful cock was inches away from her lips, and she opened her mouth as he stroked it firmly in front of her. He held her head with his other hand, and she obediently tilted her head back, her tongue out.
He gasped, holding his cock still as the first jets of cum splashed onto Chloe's waiting tongue. She let it fall from her tongue onto her breasts, and licked her lips before sucking the last drops from the tip of his cock, letting it fall from her mouth as he softened.
Rivulets of Ethan's cum ran down her chest as she sat back on her heels, and looked up at him. She caught a drop with a fingertip, raising it to her lips and licking her finger clean.
"I'll get the papers drawn up tomorrow morning," she asserted. "Would it be convenient for you to come to the office and sign and them tomorrow afternoon?"
- Ethan, appreciating Chloe's oral skills, imagined her hosting parties at Dunvock House, her lingerie catching the attention of his hunting friends.
- As they explored Dunvock House, Ethan expressed his dominant side, directing Chloe to show him the bedrooms in various poses, his fascination with her lingerie growing with each room.
