The Mountain Retreat

Part 1

Jennifer frantically scrolled through the CraigsList want ads on her phone. She had been there for hours with all her belongings in two suitcases at her feet since that bastard Harry kicked her out for good...right after she finished giving him a desperate, last minute, deep throated blow job no less.

The barista eyed her suspiciously as she took another tiny sip of her three hour old coffee. She couldn't afford another cup, not if she wanted something minimal and cheap for dinner. She already resigned herself to either hooking up with some lonely business traveler for the night or sleeping on a bus.

She left the coffee shop and walked the three blocks to the bus station, dragging the suitcases behind her. At least she could ditch them in a rental locker overnight, making it easier to pick someone up to exchange a fuck for a place to sleep and a shower in the morning. OK, she'd probably go for at least two fucks and another blow job to guarantee that shower but still a good trade given the circumstances. She just hoped he didn't smell too bad.

Her reflection in the cracked bus station restroom mirror didn't look that bad, she thought dabbing just a touch of makeup on both cheeks. She adjusted her blouse so there was a bit more than a hint of cleavage after deciding it was worth a four block walk in heels to reach a slightly better class of hotel bars. The beds might not be as lumpy and the guy or guys she picked up there might not hurt her too badly. If there were two or more of them she might even make a few bucks in the deal.

As she waited for a stop light, a city bus lumbered closer. She looked at the destination banner on the front and her pussy clenched.

Emerson Park.

HE lived there. She was sure of it as she hastily checked her contacts on her almost powerless phone. HE had always forbidden her to call him or go to his home, but tonight she was desperate. Surely HE would understand as she climbed on the bus with the rain beginning to fall.

She was completely soaked standing in front of his door, reaching for the bell the third time when the door flew open. HE stood scowling at her, clearly not pleased to see her standing there.

“I told you to never come here,” HE growled menacingly.

“I...I had...no where else...to go,” she stammered, her eyes downcast, afraid to meet his.

“And exactly why is that my problem, you fucking ass licking slut?” HE asked, crossing his arms. “You know there's a price to pay for disobeying me...a stiff price...especially for a worthless piece of shit like you.”

Before she could respond, HE grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the house, throwing her against a wall. As she tried to rise, HE kneed her hard between her legs and, as she bent over with her cunt erupting in pain, slammed a closed fist into the side of her head above her left ear. She fell to the floor in a daze.

HE grabbed her hair and pulled her back up to her feet. Then, with one quick motion, roughly ripped off her shirt, popping all the buttons in the process. The bra was next followed by her jeans and panties, all thrown into a soggy tattered heap with her coat and shoes near the door.

“You don't need any of those here,” HE sneered and turned to walk deeper into the house, “now get on your knees and follow me. Since you're already here, you might as well actually act like the filthy fucking skank we both know you are.”

Jennifer crawled quickly to keep up with him, the slate floors tearing at her knees until streaks of blood stained the tiles behind her. At the entry to what appeared to be the family room, she stopped, her shoulders sagging in resignation. At least a dozen pair of eyes looked back at her.

“OK, boys, a change of plans. This wasn't expected but here is some new entertainment for the evening,” HE said with a self satisfied smirk. “This filthy cum loving slut 'volunteered' for your use...and abuse. You're welcome to do anything and everything you ever wanted or fantasized about with her...all those things your wives and/or girlfriends wouldn't consider doing to, or for, you...or you would be too embarrassed to ask for...anything...anything at all...nothing is off limits or too extreme...absolutely nothing.”

Looking around, she knew she made a mistake, a big mistake. Any two or three guys in a hotel bar, even together, would have been better than what was about to happen. She wasn't given any chance to reconsider her options either. Two men approached her almost immediately, the hungry look growing on their faces matched by the swelling bulges in their trousers.

The guy with the big belly on her right grabbed her tits, roughly pulling her to her feet by her nipples. The other guy, somewhat younger and in better shape, slammed his hand up between her legs, three fingers ramming into her tight pussy hard. She surrendered to the coming brutality, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop what was occurring and this was exactly what HE wanted to happen to her.

Hard cocks of different lengths and girths came at her from every direction. She was pushed to her knees, with a cock roughly ramming into her cunt while another filled her mouth, brutally fucking her face and throat. As soon as one filled her with cum, another took his place in a frenzy of rape and domination.

She gagged and sputtered, screamed and cried, begged and pleaded. All that did was to spur on their mania of lust and supremacy until the last string of cum was deposited in her mouth and pussy and ass.

At last she lay on her back staring at the ceiling, the already dried sperm on her tits mixing with the latest sticky spurts from the last guy to cum on her. She thought her humiliation was complete and just wanted to sleep, hoping HE would at least let her shower before she left.

“Pay attention, you're not quite done yet, you miserable fucking bitch,” HE said sternly standing over her, his cock in his hand although she couldn't remember if HE fucked her or not, her asshole most likely if HE did. “You're a fucking cum slut mess and need washed off.”

With that HE started to piss on her face, making her eyes sting even as some splattered into her mouth. The other men gathered around, each of them letting loose with their own piss all over her body, covering her tits and dripping down between her engorged pussy lips. One guy even pushed her legs apart and rammed his cock part of the way inside her cunt, flooding her pussy with his warm piss.

When she opened her eyes, HE stood over her, smiling slightly for the first time. The others were dressing as they prepared to leave, stopping to thank him for such a good time on their way out. No one said a word to her.

Finally alone, she hoped HE would let her rest, maybe clean herself. Instead, HE grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back to the front of the house, opened the door and pushed her out still naked. She stumbled, sprawling on the wet sidewalk in the pouring rain, scrapping her tits across the paving stones. A moment later, HE threw her purse and the pile of ripped clothing out next to her.

“Never come back...never,” HE shouted at her before slamming the door shut, “otherwise you will be treated even worse next time, you filthy miserable whore.”

For a few moments, she sat in the rain crying miserably. Then she noticed some blood mixed with the water in the puddles all around her, blood seeping from her cunt and asshole and her torn left nipple. Her shirt was ripped beyond repair so she used it like a diaper to staunch the bleeding between her legs and covered herself with her coat as best she could to take a bus back to the station in the dim early morning light.

She hunched on the bus station's uncomfortable bench, trying to look very much like she was waiting for one and not simply escaping the rain on the streets. Everything hurt...the side of her head...her tits...her pussy...her ass...her arms...her legs. Her cunt and her asshole felt like she was ripped in half. She managed to clean up a little in the restroom and put on some dry clothing from her bags.

One after another, she eliminated the CraigsList ads for gig employment for being too far or not paying immediately or something she was simply unsuited to do. She was about to give up when one caught her attention....

Single Father seeking Nanny. Must meet very specific physical specifications. 27 to 31 yo, 5'5” to 5'8” tall, 125 to 145 lbs., shoulder to mid back length straight brunette or auburn hair. Tasteful visible tattoos and body piercing jewelry acceptable. Must be able to relocate and start immediately. Must have or can readily get a passport. Generous compensation, room and board and any travel expenses included. Text inquiries with picture to arrange interview...today only.

Jennifer read the ad three times, getting more excited each time. This seemed like a perfect position for her, as well as an actual life saver. She met all the physical specifications to the point the ad appeared written with her in mind.

She almost ran back to the restroom, doing what she could with her hair and clothing before taking several pictures of herself in one of the mirrors. She texted the number, apologizing for the quality of the picture and expressing her sincere interest in the position.

After fifteen minutes, she figured that was just another opportunity that passed her by. She was trying to figure out how she could stretch the little money she had for at least two meals. Her ass and pussy and jaw were much too sore, not to mention the blood still seeping from her slit and asshole, to seriously consider trying to pick up anyone in a bar that night.

The phone buzzing an incoming text startled her so much she jumped from her seat.

“When can you come for an interview? I leave town early in the morning.”

“As soon as you would like this evening.”

“Would 6:00 at the International Hotel be possible for you?”

“Yes, I can do that.”

“Wonderful. Room 901. See you at 6:00.”

“I'll be there.”

Jennifer was so excited she was afraid she would piss her own panties.

She spent some time going through her things, finally settling on a simple black dress with elbow length sleeves that mostly hid the tattoos, as well as the bruises on both arms, and reached to the middle of her thighs. She was too sore for a tampon, so purchased a pad in the restroom vending machine then did the best she could to remove the scuffs on her only pair of dress shoes.

She arrived in plenty of time, looking around in awe at the extravagantly decorated and furnished hotel lobby, feeling a lot out of place. She knew without looking she didn't have enough cash in her possession to even purchase a soft drink there.

A few minutes before 6:00 she took the elevator to the ninth floor and walked down the long hallway to Room 901. She only waited a few seconds until a distinguished looking man answered her knock.

“Please come in,” he said pleasantly while looking her over quickly, ushering her into a suite larger than any apartment in which she ever lived and extending his hand. “You must be Jennifer. I'm Charles.”

He was a reasonably handsome man, apparently around forty, a trim body and short brown hair with a touch of gray in the temples and a closely cropped salt and pepper beard. He told her about what he expected of her in the job, his kids, three boys and three girls, and his need for a nanny since their mother died about ten years before during the twins childbirth.

“So what do you think?” he asked her after perhaps thirty minutes of chatting.

“Sounds like a perfect situation for me,” she replied trying to contain her excitement, “I certainly hope you will seriously consider me.”

Charles chuckled lowly and went to the phone, dialing a number before turning back to her.

“Would lobster with a filet mignon be alright for your dinner?” he asked casually.

“Oh...I couldn't...,” she began to argue.

“Nonsense,” he laughed heartily, placing the order and putting down the phone, “and since when do you turn your boss down when he offers to buy you dinner.”

“Boss...you mean...,” she gasped, her heart racing.

“Of course,” he grinned, going to the bar and pouring two glasses of wine, “I hired you, in my mind anyway, the moment I opened the door.”

He explained his summer residence was in the mountains of Colorado and that is where the kids were at the time. After some gentle probing, he admitted to two other homes, the main residence a New York City brownstone and the other on a semi private Caribbean island she never heard of.

Their conversation before and during dinner remained light and not too personal. His compensation offer, which included health, education and retirement benefits, was more than twice what she expected. If her pussy and ass and jaw weren't so sore, she would have happily fucked his brains out right then and there. A sense of professional decorum prevailed and after one dessert drink, he bid her goodnight and accompanied her to the suite's door.

“Since you're already on the clock,” he grinned before she turned to leave, “meet me in the lobby tomorrow morning at 7:00 to fly to Colorado. Jeans and a t-shirt are fine. We always dress quite casually on my jet.”

She walked to the elevator in a daze, not quite believing her change of fortune. Tomorrow it will only get better...and a private jet no less. Suddenly one more night on a bus station bench was hardly a problem. Somehow she just knew she would fuck him silly sometime...and soon. With no family or real friends or a job in the area, she was free to leave with him immediately the next morning.

She never did think to ask about what happened to the previous nanny.

Other than the comfort and convenience, the ride in his jet was pretty unremarkable. Upon landing at a smaller executive airport, he picked up their bags and threw them into the back of a luxury SUV parked nearby.

“Need the restroom or anything?” he asked before they got in. “It's about an hour and a half drive from here and the only places to pee along the way are behind the bushes that get smaller, skimpier and scarcer at the higher elevations.”

They laughed together and both went to the rest rooms. She would have happily pissed right in front of, or even on, him if he wanted but she wasn't at all sure how he would take that.

“Fuck, you really are a filthy, perverted, cock loving slut,” she thought while gingerly wiping herself after pissing.

The ride was spectacular, with snow capped peaks coming ever closer as they climbed the rising winding road. They passed through a few small towns, one little more than a shabby convenience store with two gas pumps in front of three battered mobile homes. As they drove, they went by fewer and fewer houses, once passing a mailbox with a small sign roughly printed with “Richard's Ranch – 5 miles” at the mouth of a dirt track that disappeared into the foothills.

He told her his home was at about 10,000 feet in elevation so she should expect to find it hard to catch her breathe for a few days. Shortly thereafter, he pulled up to a gate he opened with a device like a garage door opener and drove up a gravel road for another fifteen minutes. Finally, they crested a hill to see a huge modernistic house sitting in the middle of a high country meadow and he stopped the car.

“Welcome home,” he said to her softly as she looked on in astonishment at the house and its awe inspiring surroundings.

He didn't immediately move to finish the drive to the house. Instead he turned with a pained look on his face, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her complete attention for a moment.

“There is something I didn't think to discuss or ask you about last night,” he began looking a bit sheepish.

“What's that?” she asked, wondering what could make him so upset looking all of a sudden.

“It's just that...well...um...my family...and me...well...we're...we're naturist,” he stammered while keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“I'm not surprised,” she answered with bright smile, “since this is such a lovely setting right in the middle of nature.”

“I'm not sure you fully understand,” he replied, suppressing a laugh at her comment, “as naturists, none of us wear clothes around the house.”

“You mean...you...and the kids...are...naked...all the time...around each other?” Jennifer sputtered, her eye widening in surprise.

“In a word...yes,” he answered, “but you don't need to be naked with us if you don't want and if you are too uncomfortable, I'll take you back to the city in the morning.”

With that, he started the car and drove the rest of the way to the house with Jennifer staring at him with her mouth wide open.

Even before he pulled to a stop, a side door opened and the six naked kids came running out, accompanied by an enormous Mastiff dog. Charles got out of the car, extending his arms to take them all into a group hug as they all tried talking to him at once. After a few moments, he gave the panting dog a few pets on his head and turned and gestured at Jennifer. She hesitated a few seconds and then got out of the car.

Charles introduced the kids in turn starting with the oldest. Chip was sixteen, Cindy fifteen, Francine thirteen, Roger twelve and the twins, Nikki and Nic were ten. The dog was called Pogo. He caused Jennifer to step back fearfully when he started sniffing her leg and crotch.

None of the kids showed any embarrassment at all standing in front of her naked or the general awkwardness she remembered feeling at their ages. After getting over her initial surprise, she could see the ways each of them was physically developing. She felt a familiar twitch deep in her pussy.

After a few minutes, the kids drifted off to continue to do whatever they were doing before Charles and Jennifer arrived. Ten year old Nikki stayed with them taking her father's hand as they entered the house into a spectacular high end kitchen. A short heavy set woman looked up from what she was doing and grinned happily as they entered. She was also naked, with huge tits sagging toward the rolls of her belly. Charles rushed to her, giving her a warm hug and a kiss on the top of her head before turning to introduce her to Jennifer.

“This is Carlotta,” he said with a warm smile, “she's been with my family and me since I was a very little boy.”

Carlotta smiled, said something so softly Jennifer wasn't sure what she said and went back to her work preparing dinner.

Nikki tugged at her father's hand until he bent down so the little girl could whisper in his ear. As he did so, his hand brushed down her back and lingered on her taut ass for a moment before he straightened back up and looked at Jennifer, his eyes twinkling.

“Go ahead and ask her yourself, honey,” he said to his daughter while concentrating on Jennifer.

“Are you going to keep your clothes on while teaching and taking care of us?” Nikki asked in a faint whisper.

“I...I haven't decided quite yet,” Jennifer answered, her eyes locked on Charles', “your father surprised me by waiting to tell me you didn't wear clothes around the house until we were almost here.”

“OK,” the ten year old girl responded, apparently satisfied with that answer and walked away, her tight ass cheeks swaying provocatively.

Charles directed Jennifer toward the rest of the house, staying dressed as he gave her a quick tour. They climbed an imposing staircase to the second floor where he pointed out the bedroom arrangements.

“The master suite is down to the left,” he told her, gesturing in that direction. “There's an exercise room immediately down that same hallway you are free to use anytime. The other wing contains your suite and the kids' rooms.”

With that he led her toward a long hall, stopping near the beginning to open a door before stepping aside for her to enter. After taking just a few steps into the room, Jennifer stopped in surprise. Like his hotel suite, it was larger than any apartment she ever lived in, well appointed with a king sized bed, a small sitting area with a desk and computer. Charles pointed out the en suite bathroom and walk in closet. Her bags were already sitting on the bed. Best of all, there was a large sliding glass door leading to a small patio with a spectacular view of the snow capped mountains.

“Wow.” was all she managed to say as she looked around.

“I hope this is satisfactory for you,” Charles said softly from behind her, “and if you need anything, just ask Carlotta. She is much friendlier than she cares to let on when first meeting someone. The kids each have a room of their own further down the hallway and share a bath between two rooms. There is also a sitting area where the charge their computers.”

“I...I don't know what to say,” Jennifer mumbled. “this is way more than I ever expected.”

“Does that mean you are staying?” Charles asked with a devilish grin before realizing he was pushing harder than he meant. “I don't mean to pressure you. Take your time and as I said there is no requirement you share in our lifestyle. Dinner is at 7:00 and I hope you meet me for a cocktail on the main patio at 6:00.”

After he left her alone, Jennifer sat on the bed trying to settle the raging conflicts running through her head. On the one hand, she was a bit put off that Charles failed to mention the rather major detail that he and his entire household spent their time in the house naked. On the other hand, she really didn't have any place else to go and was hardly a prude.

The more she thought about it, the more she began to wonder what Charles looked like naked. She took a long hot shower, masturbating to a body spanning orgasm picturing Charles and those naked kids all together.

How big was his cock? Was it even larger than his sixteen year old son? Did the other boys get hard as well? Were the girls as adventurous as she had been at their ages?

There certainly was one way to find out.

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