Rochester Mansion- The Complete Series

by Jason Hutchinson

  “A secret chamber in a secret chamber…in a secret chamber.” Mike said aloud. “Sounds like something from a bad movie.” He had been talking things through to himself for quite a bit before he realized that Aimee was standing in the doorway behind him.

  “Secret chambers, magic, seducing women…” Aimee said. “Sounds like we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

  Mike thought he’d bluff it out, but Aimee was far smarter than that, and he should have given her more credit.

  “I know you’re a stud muffin and all, Mike, but almost every girl in the sorority?” She said, grinning. “I was like, ‘it’s like his dick is a magic wand’ or something. I mean, I’m proud of you and all. Hell, I would have loved to have gotten into Anna’s pants; and great job, by the way.”

  “Look.” Mike said, trying to compose himself. “I’m not going to hide it and I’ll just have to hope that you’ll believe me when I tell you I’ve done everything that I could to make sure that the mansion isn’t the only reason you’re with me.”

  He wasn’t really prepared for her reply. “What about the reasons you are with me?

  He had an answer for it, though, he just wasn’t sure how fast it would come out or with how much feeling. “Because I’m in love with you, Aimee.”

  She stood there for what had to have been two minutes in silence. “I guess I can believe you, there. If what you were going on about was true, you could have anyone. Hell, you had Anna and damned if she doesn’t seem to be happy as a fucking clam about it.”

  Mike didn’t really like the fact that her belief in what he was saying was predicated on a bit of low self-esteem, but he was grateful for it. She’d worked out in a few minutes what a much more supposedly ‘mature’ person would have agonized over for days or weeks; how to believe him about one thing when he had hidden so many other things from her.

  “I guess there’s only one thing left to do.” Aimee said, looking at him with a defiance that turned wickedly playful.”

  “What’s that?” Mike said, still feeling the confrontation-induced adrenalin levels finally lowering in his body, taking his anxiety levels down with it.

  “Prove it all to me.” She smiled.

  Unfortunately, Will Robinson was going to have to wait.

  Chapter Ten

  “Let’s get into the whole ‘spell’ thing after you show me the whole front door thing.” Aimee said, after he had started to explain the spell book and Will Robinson’s current predicament. “I need to get the general idea that all of this isn’t bullshit before I dive headfirst into a novel.”

  Mike looked up at her, a bit flustered. “Okay, so tell me how to go about it so you’ll believe me one hundred percent.”

  Aimee thought about it, but only long enough to make him sure that she had been ‘thinking about it’ the whole time he had been explaining other things. She had shown a lot of interest, even to the point of jealousy about Anna, though that wouldn’t prove anything at this point and he knew it. She had someone else in mind.

  “Remember, from what Cyril and some of the others wrote, the house will only make it happen if there’s an outside chance that it might have happened in the first place.”

  “Like that groundhog movie. You said.” Aimee said, smiling.

  Mike knew that smile all too well.

  “Spill it, girl.” Mike said, smiling.

  “Kelli Fohbrook and Callie Sims.”

  Mike didn’t know the names, but he nodded in agreement. “Okay, here or out somewhere?”

  Aimee looked at him surprised. “I thought the power was in the house.”

  “You didn’t want to talk about ‘spells’, if I remember right.” Mike said with a little poke in his voice.

  “Let’s go to them.” Aimee said, grinning. “Magic Boy.”

  On the ride to the university, Aimee let him in on a little bit of inside knowledge. Kelly Fohbrook was a former Miss Rochester who had gone on to win a prestigious national pageant. Callie Sims was her protégé and current Miss Rochester. The pretty eighteen-year-old was in her peak year for having a chance at winning at the national level and Kelly was her trainer and manager, guiding her through the ins and outs of the pageants.

  “Ins and outs?” Mike grinned as he pulled onto the campus, dropping his speed as he went through cobbled streets and student quad areas.

  Aimee laughed. “I’m certain of that.” She said.

  “Well, if they’re just a couple of sluts, don’t you figure that even plain old Mike might have a shot?”

  Aimee snorted out a laugh, but then touched his arm tenderly. “Sorry. I certainly think you would likely have ended up in the pants of the majority of my sorority sisters without an ace up your sleeve, but you’re missing one thing for these two.”

  “And what is that?” Mike asked, taking a right-hand turn at Aimee’s gesture.

  “You don’t have anything that will help them get ahead.”

  “Sounds like an adequate test.” Mike said as she directed him into a parking lot next to the gymnasium.

  Mike could feel the spell’s effect on him. He’d uttered it before they had left the house, but he was just starting to feel Mansion Mike’s presence in him as he held the glass door open for Aimee.

  “So, are you going to participate, or are you just going to watch?” Mike asked with a smile. “And did I mention Mansion Mike?”

  Aimee laughed. “Why would I just watch?” She said, jabbing him in the side. “And I get dibs on Callie.”

  “Oh, leaving me with the older one?”

  “Trust me, whoever ‘Mansion Mike’ is, he’ll like Kelli Fohbrook; I can guarantee that.

  Chapter Eleven

  When Aimee guaranteed something, it was definitely something Mike had learned he could take to the bank.

  Kelli Fohbrook was gorgeous. Dark-brown and arrow-straight hair fell to her shoulders and blue eyes almost kept his focus away from her petite, yet highly athletic body. Her smile was blinding white and her face was nearly flawless, even though it was apparent she had just finished working out.

  Callie was similar, enough for Mike to question whether or not they were mother and daughter, though Aimee insisted that they were not. Kelli obviously saw herself in her young mentee and automatically figured she would be a winner. If the younger version of the beauty in front of him had one upper hand, it was that her curves were more towards the voluptuous side, though the older woman and most of society probably figured the opposite. Hence the workout. Both women had sweat soaking through tight, revealing gym clothes as Aimee and he approached them.

  “Kelli.” Aimee said, catching the other woman’s attention. The younger of the two rolled her eyes and turned to face away from them under the guise of stretching. Mike watched as she bent over at the waist, highlighting her remarkable, yet still nice and pillowy ass. Aimee had given him the heads-up that Callie was the most obvious snob of the pair, though Kelli was pretty much the same; she just had the years of experience required to learn how to hide it. The mentor was Aimee’s boss of sorts, being her work-study assignment. Mike wondered why he hadn’t heard her talk of them before, but Aimee didn’t talk too much about her college life around him. The cougar smiled, first at Aimee, then at Mike.

  “Kelli, this is my good friend Mike.”

  She struggled to smile as she offered her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mike…?”

  “Just Mike.” Mike replied, taking her hand in both of his own. She stared down at it, having a hard time suppressing her disdain. She looked up again as the ripple of Rochester Mansion’s power washed through him. The ripple seemed to attract Callie’s attention as well because she craned to look at them over her shoulder, that gorgeous ass still taut and flexing as she stretched. Mike felt the second ripple.

  Mike saw the now familiar look in Kelli’s eyes and smiled. He turned to Aimee. “So, are you ready?”

  “Ready for?” Kelli sighed. Aimee had just noticed that Cassie had stopped her stretching and had turned back t
owards them.

  Aimee looked up at Mike, almost in disbelief. “Yeah.” She whispered. It didn’t sound too confident.

  Mike took a step towards Kelli, obviously violating what most people would consider her personal space. The gorgeous former pageant girl didn’t step back, simply tilted her chin up to continue to meet Mike’s eyes. “Do you have somewhere private the four of us can go? I’d like to see what else you have to offer.”

  With Mike’s hushed words, Aimee felt a tingle go through her entire body. Damn, she thought. The feeling of awe doubled down as she saw the slow nod and the look in Kelli Fohbrook’s sharp blue eyes. Mike reached out his fingertips in Callie’s direction as well, smiling at her. “I’m hoping you’ll join us as well, Miss Sims.”

  “Callie.” The young beauty breathed, her chest heaving outwards as she drew in a deep breath.

  “We can go to my private studio.” Kelli said. At Mike’s nod, she turned and headed towards the back of the gym, glancing back to make sure he was following. Callie fell in eagerly right behind her.

  Aimee came up next to Mike as they followed the two beauties. “That’s fucking incredible.” She said. “I’ll never doubt you again.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Mike said, leaning over and kissing her as they walked.

  Aimee’s eyes met his and she shook her head. “No, I get it, really. I can understand trying to tell someone something like that. It would either make you look like an asshole or a mental patient.”

  “Which one are you leaning towards?” Mike said, smiling at her.

  Callie glanced back at the two of them over her shoulder as Aimee snorted in laughter.

  The private studio was just that. A barre and a mirror, as well as multiple comfortable couches and chairs. Kelli Fohbrook had done well for herself at the university. She had obviously parlayed her pageant success into a nice tenured professorship. Though one of the main motivations was self-serving, at least she was setting Callie up to succeed. From Aimee’s description, though, the younger woman likely paid a heavy price in both pride and self-esteem for that mentorship.

  Mansion Mike woke up when he heard Aimee lock the door behind them.

  “Can I get you anything to drink…Mike?” Kelli asked, gesturing towards the bar on the far wall.

  “That sounds great, Doll.” Mike said, wrapping his arm around Kelli’s much lower shoulder. “Why don’t we go do that while Callie and Aimee get to know each other a bit better?”

  He steered the older beauty towards the younger one and whispered in the younger woman’s ear. “Why don’t you let Aimee here warm you up for me. It’ll be a big turn on. When I’m done…”

  Mike paused, leaning closer into the freshly-minted pageant girl’s ear, he whispered. “…fucking the brains out of this one, I’ll come back for you.”

  Mansion Mike grinned as he watched the younger girl’s knees quiver a bit at his words. Her knees self-consciously pressed tighter together as she looked over at Aimee, who herself was staring at him in awe as he peeled off with the overly class-conscious socialite.

  “You kids have fun.” He said over his shoulder as he led Kelli over to the bar.

  “I make a mean Long Island…” Kelli started, but Mike interrupted.

  “Why don’t you take off those shorts?”

  Kelly blushed, overpowering even the flush already on her face from her obviously intense workout.

  “Here?”

  “Here.” Mike responded.

  She glanced past him at Callie and Aimee. Mike looked back as well to see the two entwined on the couch, lips locked in a tangle of red and brown hair.

  “Let’s get to the point.” Mike said. “You’ve been imagining my cock in you since almost the moment you laid eyes on me, right?”

  Kelli nodded, almost helplessly.

  “In your mouth or in your pussy?” He asked, his fingers already cupping the damp mound between her legs, pressing his middle finger upwards between her soft lips.

  “In my pussy.” She gasped.

  “Then, why don’t you take off those shorts?”

  It was less graceful than he would have expected from a woman that was likely a thirty-year veteran of ballet; but then again, he didn’t think she was trying to be. The absence of the shorts didn’t reveal anything their tightness didn’t, other than her body was in remarkable form. He gripped her tight ass cheeks as he almost lifted her off her toes to meet his lips. “Is anyone but the two of them going to hear you in here?” Mike asked.

  “No.” She whispered. “It’s private and most of the students will be gone for the day.”

  Mike waited while she unbuttoned his shorts and helped her pull them down over his already raging erection. He lifted her up in the air. “Then, if no one’s going to hear you, I want to hear you.”

  He adjusted her body, feeling the head of his cock finally find the heat between her legs with a little assistance from her twisting hips. He started lowering the gorgeous cougar down onto his throbbing cock.

  “What did I say?” Mike whispered.

  “That you want to hear…oh, God.”

  Mike let Kelli’s body slip a little lower in his grip feeling his cock split her open as gravity forced it deeper into her already shaking body.

  “That’s it.” He said, kissing her. “I want to hear how much you like it.”

  She liked it. The first orgasm rippled through her overly-excited body within the first minute, before he had even set a rhythm for sliding his greedy cock in and out of her pulsing, tight pussy. It didn’t stop him. She was moaning like a banshee by the time he pushed her through the second and the third, though he wasn’t sure if there was a clear dividing line between them. Her body felt good and her wails of pleasure were music to his ears.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God, I can’t, I can’t…” Kelli repeated over and over again as Mike laid her back over one of the barstools. He could see her taught abs struggling to hold her in place, seeing her stomach bulge as his cock thrust in and out of her, the smack of her wet flesh against his balls the only thing he could hear above her babbling pleasure as she came yet again.

  Mike fucked her for a long time, wanting to give Aimee some one-on-one time with the girl that was obviously a fantasy for her. He’d want to make clear to her afterwards that the magic didn’t invent the passion he saw across the room. It had to be potentially there in the first place. Maybe it would boost her confidence as much as the knowledge had boosted his own over the past month.

  He was getting close and was ready to fill the former pageant beauty one way or another. It was comforting to know that the magic of Rochester Mansion would enable him to give Callie Sims the ride of her life as well within the time it took him to walk back across the room. Aimee too, if she were game for it. She might want to take out a little sexual tension on her professor as well as the sexy young student.

  “You got to pick where I fucked you, so I’m going to pick where my cum goes.” Mike said, clamping his palm over her mouth so she could hear him over her own panting. She nodded, wild-eyed with lust.

  “I’m thinking I want to take your throat. How are you at taking a cock?”

  “Please, please, I’ll show you.” Kelli panted, her eyes rolling up a bit on each hard thrust of his cock.

  He pulled out of her and held her as he rotated the barstool, sending her dancer’s muscular legs to rest on the bar itself as her head and shoulders continued to hang off. She wrapped her hands over her head and around his ass as he moved in, not beating around the bush as he fed his shaft into her waiting mouth.

  In and in it went until it forced a spasm of her gag reflex, but it was one and done. He imagined that she’d had to learn some tools of the trade to get as far as she had. Beauty pageants weren’t won on looks alone and Mike knew that all too well.

  Mike fucked Kelli Fohbrook’s throat just as forcefully as he had fucked her wonderfully tight pussy, building himself back up to the boiling point in just under a minute
as the beauty beneath him struggled to catch a quick breath on every long out stroke. The first toe-curling spasm came when he was buried to the hilt, spraying his cum directly into her throat. He pulled out for the second, some splashing in her mouth while the rest painted her downturned face. He stroked his cock with one hand, milking more and more onto her before slipping the tip back between her quickly tightening lips, sending more and more into her mouth that he felt her swallow with some difficulty.