“We’ve been expecting you”, a disembodied voice said from behind the door as it opened in the way doors do in haunted movies. I hesitantly stepped into the spacious hall and felt the brush of air behind me as the door closed. I turned, but no one was there. The hackles on my neck instinctively awoke.

“We’re through here”, the same voice called out. “Oh, and be a love, and remove all your clothes. We’re a fabric-free zone in here.” Curiouser and curiouser. What had I let myself in for?

I divested myself of my clothes, folding them and placing them on a chair that was placed by the foot of the sweeping staircase. “OK, done”, I called back. Not really sure what to do now. “Good. Now come find us!”

Had I driven nigh on 100 miles for a game of fricking hide and seek? Why did I do this to myself?! Anyway, in for a penny… So I padded down the parquet floored hallway peeking into the rooms off this spacious thoroughfare. I arrived in what was the swankiest den cum kitchen/dining room I’d ever seen. All high gloss, quality materials, granite, solid wood, and high-end appliances.

“Warmer”, that voice again. Part commanding, part flirting. I scanned the cavernous room and spied a shadowy figure in the corner, A finger pointed back towards me, or rather to the long high-backed sofa that sprawled across the room in front of me. I approached. As I peered over the back of the sofa, there lay prone, the most porcelain-white unblemished skin I had ever seen. Almost ghost-like, a woman in her 30s, I’d hazard a guess, lay still as if in repose. Flame-coloured curled tresses cascaded over her shoulders and covered what looked like very small but pert breasts.

The voice I’d been hearing struck up again - it was clearly my shadowy friend. “Your reward for coming this far is 10 minutes to do absolutely anything you want to young Georgia, here”. I looked around with what must have clearly been confusion, “Anything?”. “That is what I said. She will not resist. Indeed, she has no limits. Be kind. Be brutal. Be magnanimous. Be courteous. The choice is yours. What kind of lover will you be?” the older voice intoned.

An interesting question indeed, given the choice, how far would we go if there were no consequences? A question I didn’t have time to think on much further. “By the way, your time has already begun.”

I walked around the long end of the sofa, which was one of those high-backed chaise longue velvet type sofa things. Georgia lay there, eyes open, following me as I circled the end of the sofa. “Hi, I'm Mick”, I said by way of intro. Nothing. She just lay there and looked at me.

I perched by the side of her and stroked her hair, fine as golden spun silk. I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand, and she moved imperceptibly towards it, welcoming the touch. I traced a gentle, teasing stroking line down her chest and brushed the hair away from her right breast. A pert and proud aureole, pink and vibrant, stared up at me. I massaged the small mound. Georgia arched her back. I bent down and licked her nipple before consuming it in my mouth. It felt like it instantly sprung up in my mouth, becoming erect and hard. Much like my cock now straining hard between my legs.

My hand continued south, her skin as pale as alabaster, milky white, blemish-free, nary a hint of anything by way of freckle or mole. I marvelled at this, having never seen anyone so pale and interesting. My hand neared her groin and met with a riotous bush of ginger pubic hair. I let one finger slide between her legs, which parted in the same way the door had opened for me. I felt Georgia move herself to make her wetness more easily accessible to me.

I slid a second finger into her as I moved further down her body. My fingers eased in and out of her tight, moist pussy. I buried my face in her pubes and used my tongue to find her clit. In an almost 69 position, I licked her proud clit as my fingers became engorged with her juices. Georgia spread her legs wider and raised her pelvis. Instantly, my fingers easily went in another inch. I went back to licking and sucking her now swollen clit.

I then felt the lightest touch up my right hamstring. I flinched around, thinking our older friend was trying it on. But no, Georgia was wending her merry way to my cock and balls. As I returned my focus to her sex, Georgia massaged my balls before finally gripping my shaft and pulling it towards her. With her other hand, she manoeuvred me over her and then yanked me down by my cock and swallowed me in one fell swoop.

With her hands on my ass, she pushed my hips away and then pulled me back in, clearly wanting me to fill her willing mouth. I took the hint and slowly began to thrust in and out of her, burying about half of my cock in her. On the next stroke, I felt her mouth widen. She grabbed my ass and pulled me fully into her. Balls deep, I sensed her tonsils hitting the base of my glans.

Needing no further invite, I began to fuck her mouth, my balls cutting off her air supply on the down stroke. As I picked up my thrusting speed, I broke contact with her clit and my mouth but matched the beat with my fingers inside her. She curved her hips towards me, and I furiously fucked her with my fingers as I thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth with my cock.

Her hips began to tremble, I felt my fingers getting squeezed, and her mouth clamped onto my cock. Without warning, I felt a finger sneak into my ass and it was the final straw. As she shuddered over the point of no return, I unleashed the week’s worth of spunk I’d been saving up down her waiting throat.

I pulled out, cum still dribbling out of my cock. She ran a finger over my tip to catch it and placed it in her mouth. I looked longingly at her pussy and moved to impregnate her. “My friend. I’m afraid you tarried a little too long. Your time is up.”

Surely not? I looked around. He was now standing, an impressive body of height and width that demanded respect and bode no argument. “Thank you for availing yourself of Georgia. I can tell she has enjoyed your coupling. But as per our house rules, now you must be on your way.”

And just like that, it was over. With no chance of a return and the job half done, I would forever think of what might have been.