Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 10:08:52 -0700 (PDT) From: J M Subject: LIMOUSINE This story is a fantasy that I've enjoyed since my teens. If you like it, you might want to check out my "Pumping With Charley" series in the Bestiality archives. Enjoy! ______________________________________________________________________________ It was a summer job during my junior year in college. Like many college students I was unsure what path I wanted to follow after graduation. My political science major might get me a cheesy job with some two bit politician's reelection campaign. That did not appeal to me. I was working in a trendy coffee shop in Newport, RI., summer home to the millionaires and billionaires of the Gilded Age. Rows of magnificent mansions face the ocean, built by the grandchildren of Cornelius "Commodore" Vanderbilt, amongst others. The Breakers, Marble House, Rosecliff, and Rough Point are considered some of America's castles. They are gaudy, ostentatious, and in the case of The Breakers, built by a man who in today's dollars would be worth over $90 billion!. Why not build a house that rivals a European castle? He pulled up almost daily in a stretch Rolls-Royce Silver Spur Park Ward limousine. It was pitch black with dark tinted windows and always immaculately clean. He wore a black chauffer's cap and uniform. He was gorgeous, with steel blue eyes and wavy blond hair. I never considered myself gay, but this man made my heart do flip-flops every time he came in to order his latte grande with a splash of french vanilla. He must stand about 6'2" with the tapered "V" shape of a man who cares about his physique. He may not be a bodybuilder, but I imagined him that way (oh, to have x-ray eyes!). He had a hint of an accent that I could not place. I guessed it to be Germanic, however subtle. After about a week, I got up the nerve to ask him where he's from. "Germany, via the United States", he answered. "I was born in a German NATO base and lived there until I was twelve". I guess he was a military brat who eventually moved back to the US. He said his name was Aaron, and that his boss was interested in meeting me. "Your boss?", I asked. "Yes", he replied as he turned and looked out the plate glass window towards the Rolls. "He's been watching you, and would like to discuss a business proposition with you". Wow, I thought. Some gazillionaire is interested in me??? Aaron handed me a card with an address on it. He said, "I'll pick you up at 8pm when your shift ends; is that OK?". "Ssssure", I stammered. He responded, "Dinner will be served at 9:00pm" and with that he turned and walked out the door. All I could do all day was daydream as to why this mysterious man would want to meet with me. At 8:00pm the Rolls pulled up in front of the coffee shop. I did not mention the proposition to any of my co-workers, so I calmly said "Goodnight" to all, gulped and walked out the door. Aaron was out of the car and holding the rear door open before I could grab the handle. I sat down inside and gazed at an opulent world of Wilton wool carpeting, Connolly leather upholstery, Circassian burled walnut, and a liquor cabinet filled with the finest liquor and Waterford crystal. There was an open magnum of Dom Perignon on ice in a Sterling wine chiller. The tinted glass divider quietly opened halfway just as we pulled away from the curb and Aaron spoke, "Pour yourself some champagne". "Is there anything I can do for you?". I held back a giggle and said, "No, I'm just fine". The champagne danced on my tongue and went down very smoothly. After a short drive along the waterfront, we arrived at an impressive set of iron gates. The type reserved for the likes of Buckingham Palace, not someone's summer home. The driveway seemed as long as the drive from the coffee shop. We came to a stop in front of a magnificent oceanfront mansion not unlike Biltmore in Asheville, NC. Aaron opened the door and I exited the limousine. I felt a little tipsy from the champagne so Aaron caught me with a very strong right arm and righted me. "Jordan will show you to the library", he said as he held my arm and walked me to the massive doors. I wanted to collapse in his arms and have him carry me inside. The doors opened and a rather rigid looking English butler started speaking before making eye contact, "Good evening sir, the master is waiting for you in the libr..............". As soon as he looked at my face, he stopped in mid sentance. I swear he gulped before finishing the word library. "I'm sorry sir", he apologized. "You take me aback with your rugged good looks". I never thought of myself as a warthog, but, "rugged good looks"? I followed Jordan through a magnificent marble hallway to another set of large doors and into an enormous carved walnut library. My eyes were immediately drawn to the large oil painting that hung over the huge marble fireplace. I became weak in the knees when I realized it was a portrait of ME in riding togs with a crop and leather riding boots. I was standing regally and looked quite like the landed gentry. "An incredible likeness, don't you think?". I turned to see a distinguished looking man standing in the doorway with Aaron right behind. I was speechless. "Isn't it amazing, sir", Aaron asked. "Yes, and I am very pleased". "Thank you for finding him Aaron". You may leave us. With that he nodded and turned, closing the door behind him. "I am Prescot Ross; I hope you aren't too upset by all this?". "Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable", the kindly old man instructed. "That is my son, the late Jeremy Ross; he was killed two years ago in a fatal yachting accident, and I haven't slept well since". "I miss him terribly". "Holy Shit", I said to myself as I drank it all in. This poor old man has everything he could possibly want, but without his son to share it with he was hoplessly unhappy. "Sir, I'm sorry for your loss", I said in a quivering voice. "If my presence in town upsets you, I'll be happy to move on". He came towards me, sat down and grasped my hand with his. "Oh, no, I would never ask you to leave; in fact, I'm going to ask you to stay". "Let's have some dinner and I'll explain this all to you", he said. He pressed a button and in walked some manservants who escorted us to the dining room. It was a Rococco masterpiece of a room with an enormously long table. I fully expected to sit at opposite ends, but he sat at the head and I to his right. "This is how Jeremy and I dined each evening", he explained. "It allowed us to talk without having to use telephones". I laughed and said, "I always wondered about that". During the sumptuous dinner of Beef Wellington, lobster, champagne, and creme brulee, he explained how he wanted me to take the place of his son as heir to his estate. I would live in his home and learn to run his business empire. I told him that I would have to think about it because he knew nothing about me, and I was totally unprepared for this. He suggested that I spend the night in Jeremy's room and sleep on it. I agreed but told him that I brought nothing with me for a sleep over. He laughed and said the staff will tend to my every need. After dinner, I thanked Mr. Ross and was escorted to my "wing" of the mansion. I entered the enormous bedroom and found Aaron standing at the door of the bathroom with a towel draped over his arm. "I've drawn your bath, sir", he announced. "Oh, OK, I guess". I noticed that he was wearing a tight white spandex top that accentuated his solid pecs and washboard abs, and soft, baggy gray sweat pants with plush tatami sandals. "I'll help you disrobe sir". "Uh, OK", I answered. I felt like such a doofus, not knowing the protocol of the fabulously rich. I slipped off my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt, and Aaron drew it off from behind me. I undid my belt and let my pants drop into his hands. He held them as I lifted each leg to get out of them. I was standing there in my shorts feeling exposed next to a massive marble tub filled with perfumed bath salts. Aaron had carefully hung my clothes in a huge walk in closet, then came out with a sumptuous white Egyptian cotton bathrobe, the initials "JR" embroidered in red on the left side. "Sir, do you plan to bathe with your underwear on?". "Uh, no. I'm guess I'm a little slow from the champagne", I replied. I selfconsciously dropped my shorts to the floor and Aaron stooped down to scoop them up. That movement put him uncomfortably close to my uncut penis. An embarassing erection wasn't a problem because I was too nervous. He motioned to me to enter the tub. I stepped down into the warm, aromatic water and was enveloped in the warm mist that rose from the surface. Suddenly, I felt Aaron's hands touch my neck. He had a soft, natural sponge in hand and was washing my neck and back. I instinctively raised my arms and let him do his thing. It was delicious. After awhile he said, "It's time for your massage, sir". I came out of the tub and was enveloped by the softness of the robe that Aaron was holding open for me. "Did Jeremy do this every night?", I asked. "Yes, sir. Without fail", he responded. "I was his personal valet, and I have been instructed to treat you sir, exactly the same", he stated. I figured that one night of this wouldn't hurt, and planned to tell Mr. Ross in the morning that I had to decline his offer. Aaron led me to another room that was actually a fully equipped gym adjacent to the bedroom. We walked into a smaller room with a massage table and lots of soft, fluffy towels. He motioned to me to get on the table face down after removing my robe. I lay there naked until Aaron placed a towel over my butt. He put some warmed oil in his hands and started to massage my back. The feel of his fingertips on my flesh made my cares melt away. I was totally relaxed from the bath, and now the aromatic oil was filling my senses with a strong feeling of well-being. All of a sudden, my dormant cock decided that it was time to swell, and swell it did. I thought I was going to die at the thought of Aaron seeing it. At that moment, he said, "Mr. Jeremy was usually sporting an impressive erection at this point in the massage". I couldn't believe my ears. At that point, Aaron had reached my ass and had moved the towel out of the way. He took some well oiled fingers and gently massaged the oil into my anal sphincter which relaxed as I moaned in delight. I didn't notice that Aaron was standing there naked. I guess I had my eyes closed to this point. He gently climbed up on top of the unusually wide massage table and straddled me from behind. I lay there thinking that I was going to get a deep back massage, but instead, I felt his powerful arms reach under my belly and lift my midsection straight up. He positioned a satin pillow under my abs which placed my ass at a somewhat upward angle. I looked ahead at the mirror and saw that he was totally devoid of body hair and had a magnificent "super model" physique. A few more reps and he could compete in a bodybuilding contest. His cock was uncut and enormously erect with enough foreskin for two men. He leaned forward and guided his huge throbbing cock towards my butt hole. "The master liked it this way; I hope this pleases you sir". Before I could speak, he gently penetrated my anxious manhole. His penis slid in effortlessly, helped by the oil and the generous prepuce that the German doctors spared. He began slow, rythmic thrusts as his left hand held me tightly around my waist. I could feel his dick gliding in and out of his foreskin which was being held tightly by my sphincter. He was as gentle as any human being could be, as though he was making love with me. I moaned in unexpected delight as he slid his cock in and out of me. My hard on was pulsating under me when I felt Aaron reach down and grasp it firmly with his other hand. At this point I was literally up on my hands and knees being fucked by a Greek God while he brought me to orgasm manually. I felt my orgasm erupting like a volcano; I shot my load onto the table and shuddered from the intensity. I never thought I was capable of such a massive amount of sperm. It quickly soaked into the thick towels underneath. Aaron's thrusting intensified as he let go of my cock and grasped me firmly around the waist. He hammered at me like a mad dog mating his bitch. He began to shudder as his orgasm exploded into my ass. I could feel copious amounts of cum filling my guts. After he finished, he softly kissed me on the back of the neck and whispered, "Have I pleased you sir?". "Oh, yes Aaron", I answered. "You are something else!". He bounded off the table and quickly cleaned himself off, then turned to me and gently gave me the equivalent of a sponge bath with warm jasmine water. He led me to the bed, both of us still naked. "Sir, on occasion, Master Jeremy would ask me to share his bed; would you like me to do so?". "Yes, yes, yes, I would", came blurting out of me. We climbed into bed and Aaron spooned up behind me. I melted into his powerful arms. "Goodnight, sir". "Goodnight, Aaron". Well, I took Mr. Ross up on his offer and now live in the Newport mansion. My biggest daily decision is whether to drive the Corniche, the Ferrari, the Hummer, or ride with Aaron in the Rolls with the dark tinted windows. We've had some good times in that limousine....