The Cottage - Chapters 1-3 - Sex Stories

The Cottage - Chapters 1-3

... massive window beside the front door to check her hair, and then reached for the doorbell.

Which she couldn’t find.

With a puzzled expression she scanned the immaculately simple doorway - not a button in sight.

With a huff she coiled her arms before her supple breasts - the nipples of which had become hard from her nervous excitement, and dug into her forearms ever-so-gently - thinking about her next move.

She tried the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge.

As the frustrating thought of turning back slipped into her mind, she had another idea.

Turning on a dime - nearly tripping in her highlighter-pink sneakers - Cherie marched to the right and headed for the back of the house.

The journey was relatively easy, as a path made of beautiful grey stones - lined with exotic shrubs and flowers of every colour imaginable, and exuding the most succulent of scents - showed the way around the house; leading past two sharp corners, and spitting her out into a small, secluded courtyard area shaped like a “U”.

The minimalist courtyard had a small reading bench, a few slim trees pushing up from the stone slabs which lined the ground, and was anchored by a large, black door which seemed to push out from the tinted-window wall to her left.

Then she heard it.

The sound of muffled pounding danced around Cherie’s confused face like rain dribbling from eavestrough.

Her legs turned to rubber as she spun around to face the door - her ears straining to find the source of ...

... the intermittent noise.

For a moment she stood still, her body awash in nerves.

THUD-THUD-THUD.

It called again from the other side of the door - sounding as if someone’s skull was being unceremoniously slammed into a concrete slab.

Heat pushed itself throughout her frame as she felt her feet robotically moving towards the doorway.

What if Maggie is in trouble? She asked herself.

The noise grew louder as she approached from directly behind the door - but it wasn't alone.

Urgent, muffled grunting seeped through the black windows and into the hot air.

Cherie’s heart skipped in her well-endowed chest.

With a trembling hand she reached for the silver, circular doorknob.

It didn’t budge.

More groans pushed into the courtyard - this time louder, more panicked.

And notably pleasureful.

Cherie’s pulse started racing. Her pussy started thStevenbing. She pressed her face against the glass.

More desperate groans filled the air.

Barely able to see through the tint, Cherie cupped her trembling hands around her face.

A horrified gasp escaped her gaping lips - her breath fogging the window beneath her gaze - as the woman’s shocked eyes fell into a small, modernly furnished bedroom decorated in shades of grey.

There, on the opposite wall, was a beautiful woman getting mercilessly pounded from behind by a slender man.

Cherie’s blood drained from her skull - rushing directly to her loins - as she watched the woman struggle to stand against ...