Rochester Mansion- The Complete Series

by Jason Hutchinson

  Smythe turned to him and gave him a sly smile of appreciation. “Indeed.”

  Returning from the hotel had left him hot and bothered, but he found that without the magical influence of the mansion, he was still plain old Mike. It wasn’t that the hot little blonde sweetie wasn’t game; she likely was, it was that plain old Mike didn’t have much game on his own and had left frustrated.

  “Should have made a move.”

  The thought repeated itself both in his head and out loud all the way back to the house. Hearing the commotion upstairs, he did take a moment to deadbolt the front door after taping up a sign that read ‘Come in the side door’, sporting a nifty little arrow leading newcomers in the right direction. If he was going to have any sort of control, he was going to have to control the comings and goings across the main threshold. It was at least a comforting thought that would allow him to consider inviting his mom or matronly aunt over to see his new place, not that they would bother.

  The pink-haired girl rolled to one side and looked back over her shoulder, adjusting the green and blue tartan she wore back down over the trailing edge of her ass cheeks a moment too late for modesty; not that she seemed to have any. She was the antithesis of Rachel Shane. Dark, rebellious and openly dirty. He wasn’t sure whether the glance she threw him as she adjusted her skirt was her natural self or the influence of walking through the front door of Rochester Mansion.

  “Declan, are you up there? Is Mike home?”

  The voice was faint but easily identifiable as Lisann.

  “Up here, love.” He called out in a sing-song return as he walked past Mike, heading towards the stairs.

  “Oh, too bad.” Mike heard as he watched the effeminate photographer gesturing Lisann to come up. “Would have liked a little bit of time in private with this one, wouldn’t you, Claire?”

  Mike turned his head back to the duo on the bed, just as the redhead slid her tongue into the goth’s mouth.

  Would like a bit of privacy with the pair of them as well, Mike thought.

  Snowfall binds and larder feeds,

  Fulfil what my requirement needs.

  Mike whispered the words. It felt silly, but then again there were two gorgeous models making out in his bed for his benefit, so the bar had pretty much shifted in his opinion.

  “We need to go outside and talk about the carriage house, darling.” He heard Declan say from behind him, followed by the easily interpreted sound of footsteps descending the staircase. To top it all off, the bedroom door closed behind him with the audible click of a lock.

  No lock on it, Mike smiled. At least, there wasn’t.

  “So, which one of you rides cock the best?” Mike said, kicking his shoes off as the two beauties rolled playfully to their stomachs facing him, chins on palms.

  “Definitely Claire.” The pink-haired one said. “She’s a gymnast, but if you really want to pound that thing into a tight little ass, I’m your girl.”

  “Joanna’s right about that.” The redhead grinned, her green eyes coming up from Mike’s crotch to meet his as he finished with his belt buckle.

  Mike’s cock was already rebar strong by the time he kicked his shorts of, coming up closer to the two beauties. He could feel the surge of emotions, recognizing it as the house’s influence, even on his own mind. Outside, he was just Mike. Inside, he was Master.

  Like a bouncing dowsing rod, his cock chose the redhead, though it was merely a preference of order. “You ready for this, sweetie?” Mike asked, staring down into the girl’s eyes.

  “Anything you want, mister.” She cooed, the last word cut off as the head of Mike’s cock slid between her pink lips.

  “Get that ass over here.” He said to Joanna, who quickly scampered around, getting on her hands and knees to present that luscious ass to him. The firm muscles of her thighs disappeared into her over-the-knee socks. The slutty schoolgirl look wasn’t normally his thing, but the tattoos and the dark make-up made it a winning combination in its contrast, making his dick twitch as he pressed it back into Claire’s gag reflex. For Mansion Mike, that wasn’t a stopping point at all.

  One hand gripped the redhead by the back of her hair as the other hand drove down hard on Joanna’s upturned ass. “Spread that open for me.” He said, making a mirrored mark on the other cheek with the second blow. She reached back, pressing her face into the sheets as that tight little pucker came into view, followed immediately by pressing his shaft deep into Claire’s spasming throat.

  “Keep working it with your tongue, Claire.” Mike said, running his finger back and forth across Joanna’s already dripping slit before sliding it up to circle that throbbing ass. Let’s just see how many requirements are being filled, Mike thought as he pushed his index finger against that restricting muscle. It slid right in, though the tight ring of her sphincter threatened to cut off his circulation.

  The redhead impaled on his cock was doing the best she could to please him with her tongue, though by the time Mike’s finger had buried itself into her friend’s rectum she was starting to struggle a bit.

  “Stop.” He said, nudging his hips forward just a bit more, crushing her lips into his balls. “I’m not going to kill you, but I’m going to fuck your throat the way I want to fuck it, Claire.”

  She came.

  It started with a clutching of her pale, round ass cheeks and flooded out from there through her whole body. He could hear the blocked moan of escaping air, though he wasn’t sure how she managed it.

  “Damn, you’re a hot little thing, aren’t you?” Mike said, letting the shuddering subside for a moment before finally letting her up for air.

  Both girls gasped in unison. Claire for air and Joanna from the second finger Mike drove into her ass, sliding both in and out in a slow but deep march. Without giving the redhead too much time to recover, Mike was back into her throat just as forcefully, though this time he slid his cock in and out in the same rhythm he used to finger-fuck the gorgeous Goth’s tight asshole. He figured the one was moaning for the other.

  If the house had taught him one thing, it was that he didn’t have to restrain himself within its walls. The rougher he was, the more turned on his lovers would become and the more they would desire him. He also didn’t have to restrain or hold back his own pleasure. A few more minutes in Claire’s throat was going to be enough and he relished the thought of pumping a load down her throat and on her face before immediately sliding over and taking Joanna’s eagerly offered backdoor.

  He could hear Declan and Lisann talking outside the window in the back garden. If they heard Joanna’s moans of pleasure, they didn’t give any indication. Requirements, he thought; nice.

  Claire was taking a deep breath every time she had the opportunity, but most of them were cut off as he continued to fuck her pretty face. Saliva dripped from her lower lip and onto his toes as he sawed in and out, driving yet another finger into Joanna’s trembling ass as she struggled to keep a grip on her own cheeks.

  Mike hunched over a bit and pulled Claire’s head back a bit, watching her stare up at him with lust-crazed and watering eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take your ass too. You’ll do fine, baby.”

  The redhead climaxed again as he slid back into her mouth, his cock throbbing as he released his first load onto her tongue. She swallowed over and over again as she shook in pleasure, her lips tight around the head of his cock.

  Joanna reached her first climax a few seconds before Mike’s orgasm ended and her muscles were tight and trembling as he pushed his drool-slick cock against the opening that had just been vacated by his fingers. She had been ready all right; he just couldn’t be sure if the lubrication inside of her was just her being ready for anything or if it was the mansion’s doing. Regardless, she screamed out in accentuated pleasure as his cock filled her tight ass from behind.

  “Fuck me.” Mike said, slapping her once again, the red streaks from his previous blow providing a perfect target for hand placement.

  What
occurred next was mind-blowing.

  The pink-haired Goth twerked around his cock like a professional pole dancer, managing to somehow take his cock from root to crown, almost losing it on each hard, graceful stroke of her magnificent body. Mike’s second load poured into her, though she gave him no rest, driving his over-sensitive cock to new heights, somehow making it even harder. He let her fuck him for what seemed like an eternity before he grabbed her hips and took charge himself, his cock hammering over and over into her bowels until her moans of pleasure devolved into an animal grunt that followed each blow. Another load poured into her in the course of the next five minutes, but Mike’s stamina was not unlimited.

  He dismounted the shuddering Goth and climbed into the bed, spreading out onto his back.

  Within moments, the redhead’s supple body was on him. “I’ll show you how I ride, mister.” She cooed, snugging her tight pussy down on top of his aching cock.

  Chapter Nine

  The house was devastatingly empty at night, but that was by Mike’s choice alone. Joanna, Claire, and Lisann would have happily stayed and the thought of the three of them together was definitely tempting.

  Mike needed rest, though, and after his successful use of the Requirement spell, he hungered to learn more.

  A thunderstorm crashed noisily outside, breaking the silence and the heavy darkness inside the main entranceway with crackling thunder and the glow of the fire it followed along behind like a dog to its owner. The staircase shuddered open and Mike descended, far more comfortable with its depths than he had been on his other forays down into the darkness.

  Kindling nourishes a growing fire,

  Let this rekindle lost desire.

  Mike repeated the words in his head. He’d considered writing them down, but until he knew if they would work for anyone but him, he wanted to keep them safe down in the chamber. When Aimee returned, things would go back to normal and he could experiment more. He’d find a simple spell to have her read aloud…to test.

  Let the magic in twelve hours fade,

  Just as the rising sun kills the shade.

  The latter was titled ‘Fade’, but the more modern hand had written the words ‘back to normal’ in the margins next to it. Under that, the word ‘forget’ with a question mark.

  “So, do they forget or not?” Mike asked, futilely.

  The crash of broken glass from upstairs broke a spell of its own.

  Chapter Ten

  Mike peered out of the stairwell and into the darkness of the entranceway, trying to scope out the room before fully emerging.

  Another clattering sound came from the parlor to his right, so he took the opportunity to dart out of the secret stairwell and trigger the closing mechanism. A moment too late, he remembered the noise it would make, and it drove his intruder out into the foyer. Even as the staircase finally sealed itself with a groan, he still couldn’t make out the intruder’s face. Was there anything close by he could defend himself with? He could blind them with the headlamp. Great unless they’re armed, he thought, then you’re making yourself a target. Did any of the spells he’d memorized have any defensive or offensive connotations?

  Nothing. They were mostly about getting the girl.

  Except Requirement, he thought, quickly whispering it aloud.

  The lights came on in the chandelier. The ones he hadn’t fixed yet.

  “Mike?”

  The Requirement spell certainly hadn’t given him anything to defend against his ex-wife.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Eliza?” Mike said, seeing the same look on her face that he imagined was on his, but that was wrong. “What the fuck are you doing breaking into my house?”

  She gave him that angry face she’d given him in every fight throughout their dating and marriage; the one that usually made him crumble into an apology, whether deserved or not. Her face seemed to realize it wasn’t going to work as soon as he realized he didn’t have to do that anymore. He was Mansion Mike.

  “Well, I…” Eliza stammered, as if taken aback by his newfound ability to face her. It wasn’t something he had ever been good at.

  Mike stood there, relishing the upper hand even though part of him just wanted her back.

  “…Corey told me she saw you today…”

  The silence that followed was finally broken by another flash and a clash of thunder. Wherever she was going with that, she realized it wasn’t defensible, he thought.

  “With another woman?” He finally asked. “You did divorce me, you know. You did marry Larry.”

  The unexpected rhyme turned up the corner of her lip in an almost smile. It took some of the wind out of Mike’s sails as well and he finally laughed. “And it was going so well.” He sighed.

  “What the hell was that?” She asked, her eyes going to the grand staircase.

  Mike fortunately had a lie prepped for that. “Bootlegger’s cellar.” He said. “It’s mostly full of water and I’m trying to pump it out. It’s a wreck.”

  He glanced back at her. “But I’d rather talk about why the hell you’re here.”

  “I don’t know.” She said, softly.

  She doesn’t know? What the fuck. Wait, did I say that one spell out loud?

  Rekindle lost desire.

  He played the moment back in his head. Nope, silent as a tomb. He immediately regretted the choice of imagery. Besides, she wouldn’t have had time to get here from across town if the spell had brought her here.

  “Well, that’s a good reason.” Mike said, exasperated.

  “Right?” Eliza laughed, pulling her wavy brown hair back behind her head as she put it into a pony tail. “I guess we could talk about Aimee.”

  Mike tried not to let the blow hit him.

  Shit.

  That was the last thing he wanted to talk about with Eliza.

  “Maybe we could…sometime you’re not busy with a B and E.” Mike responded, his voice sounding stronger than even he had hoped it would. “Is that what this is about?”

  “Yes.” Eliza tried. “No.”

  “Then what?” Mike said, exasperated.

  “Models? Really?”

  Mike laughed. “Oh, so if snoopy Corey saw me with a Plain Jane, you wouldn’t be here right now?”

  Eliza looked down. Even in the dim lighting, he could see the beauty he’d always found in those gray-green eyes.

  “I don’t know, Mike.” She whispered. “I was being stupid.”

  He wanted to snap back at her in agreement, but he didn’t have it.

  “Declan Smythe is doing a photoshoot around the grounds.”

  “Declan Smythe?” Eliza asked, her eyes coming up. “That Declan Smythe?”

  Mike laughed. “I’m not positive. Is that Declan Smythe a smug little leprechaun?”

  “A bit.” Eliza said, her own body language softening as her face brightened a bit.

  “You want a drink?” Mike asked, turning to head towards the kitchen.

  He heard her footsteps following behind him.

  End of Remodeling the Models

  Book Three – DIY with the Divorcee

  Chapter One

  Mike hummed a tune as he sanded the new door to the study, propped on saw horses in the main tiled foyer of Rochester Mansion. It hadn’t been so ornately tiled the week before, but the house seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to renovations. For the most part, it made the work Mike was doing pointless, but there were two solid reasons for continuing. It made him happy and it kept up appearances. Oddly enough, none of the regular visitors to the mansion seemed to think it was strange how quickly he had progressed through the repairs.

  There were only two main visitors, though, at least when it came to repeats. The first was Aimee, the second love of his life. At nineteen, she was a breath of fresh air. Fun and vibrant, their relationship had been ignited by the house from kindling that had already existed. The second was Eliza, Mike’s ex-wife. Splitting had never been his choice, but for the last two weeks sh
e had been opening up to the remorse she felt over it. The former not only accepted the open nature of their relationship, she encouraged it. A dazzling array of college coeds had graced his new home, and his bed, over the past month. The latter, well, they hadn’t really discussed much so far, though she had made it clear that she knew he was with other women and he had every right to be. In fact, it was her best friend Corey’s report that she had seen Mike with the hot little model Rachel Shane that had sparked the initial jealousy and regret; driving her to break into the Mansion.