Billionaire and the Sisters Ch. 25

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Meeting the Danish Mistress. Martial Arts Practice.
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Part 31 of the 105 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 10/20/2016
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A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date. This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Chapter 25 – Meeting The Danish Mistress. Martial Arts Practice

Mark

Saturday about noon, the helicopter we'd used the prior day landed at the helipad near the house. Elsa ran out to meet it, reflexively ducking down as she neared the beast while the blades were turning. She was smartly dressed in sport clothes and jeweled flip-flops. She got inside, and the bird took off again. The helicopter moved out to sea and then passed overhead at a much higher altitude as it headed towards the airport.

About an hour later, I heard the fup-fup-fup of the helicopter again as I lay reading beside the pool. Melanie was next to me, her nude body slathered with suntan lotion and her generous breasts gleaming in the bright sunlight. Every few minutes, I would reach over and smooth her breasts, sliding around in the lotion but also making her nipples become erect. I loved the feel of them, especially the erect nipples against my palm that she could sustain for hours on end with my help. Of course, every now and then I'd just have to see whether her slit was moist, and so I'd instead run an errant finger in the folds of her warm slit. Whenever I did, Melanie would emit a sexual moan that pleased me. Occasionally, she'd crank an eye open and look at me with a smile and then I'd have a hand fondle my cock and balls for a few seconds, just to get even I assumed.

I rose and pulled on the swim trunks I'd tossed on the ground before I'd lain down to make love to Melanie. Mel squinted one eye open and smiled at me. She said, "I love you. Thank you." I guess the thank you was for making love with her. I should be the one thanking her.

I walked gingerly down the flagstone path to the helipad, just as the large craft made its approach from the ocean and settled gracefully onto the manicured grass. The engine was cut, and immediately the rotors started to slow.

As the main rotor came to a stop, the passenger door opened, and a man jumped out. He put a stool on the ground for the other passengers to use. Elsa appeared next, and then Brita Jean Thorson. My heart actually jumped for joy, first at seeing Elsa – a prime object of my affection, and then at the presence of Brita – a new love in my life.

I strode down to the aircraft across the manicured lawn. "Brita. I'm so glad you could come."

The older blonde turned and broke into a large smile. "Mark, I wouldn't have missed this for the world, especially after Elsa told me about all the extracurricular activities everyone is and will be engaged in."

Brita and I kissed, and then really engaged in several serious kisses that were more reminiscent of the kisses we'd shared the two nights we'd spent together a couple of weeks earlier when I'd been in Denmark buying into her pharmaceuticals business.

As we parted, Brita teased, "Why you kiss almost as well as Elsa does."

Beside us, Elsa broke into a guffaw and blushed.

I said, "Oh, really! I take it the two of you had a good introduction?"

Brita teased, "Elsa welcomed me with great aplomb. I felt instantly welcomed and part of your fold." She put an arm out and pulled Elsa in closer to join in the group hug. The two women kissed, and it was a serious and tender kiss laden with passion right in front of me.

Brita looked around after the kiss. "This place is fabulous. Elsa told me all about it at the airport while my luggage was being transferred, and on the ride. She already has dozens of photos on her iPhone so I've seen some of the views. I must see the main house, and then I have to get out of these clothes and into some swim wear."

Elsa told her, "Most of us are nude out by the pool. That's considered appropriate swimwear around this place."

Brita smirked and looked over at a man and woman who were her security and bodyguards. They were talking with Lucas who had come down to also welcome the helicopter.

Brita said, "They've seen me nude before. I hope it's a treat for them. I've told them to enjoy it, and even offered a closer relationship, but they've been quite reserved. I also told them it was fine with me if they wanted a relationship between each other."

Elsa chuckled, "Well, my sister and I are still working on Lucas. You may see us flirting to great excess with him. We love to tease him, and if he plundered our bodies with his, we'd be ecstatic."

Brita chuckled. The three of us walked up to the house arm-in-arm as Brita's security staff also handled her luggage. Elsa pointed out a few things along the way, including the firing range where she said she'd be taking lessons the following day. I fixed Brita a margarita while Elsa gave her a tour of the house, and showed her to her room. I heard her explaining about the bedtime rotations as well. The chart sat on a sideboard in the dining area of the house. I noticed the inner circle had been rotated to indicate the new bedtime partners for the coming evening.

Brita and Elsa reappeared five minutes later. Brita was topless, wearing a thong bikini on her trim lower half. Danish women were so sexy. She came up to me, rubbed her breasts against me until her nipples were erect, kissed me, and then took the drink out of my hand. She teased, "Lead me to the pool."

Brita created a stir at the pool area. Everyone else was there waiting to meet her. Introductions took fifteen minutes, mostly because Brita decided that total nudity was better than the thong she'd started to wear, and that her breasts needed to stroke the person she was meeting in a sexy way to cement in the new friendship. I laughed as she did her sexy ritual with the first few men. Everyone loved it. The looks on their faces proved Brita enjoyed her teasing, flirting, and ability to shock the opposite sex ... or the same sex for that matter.

After introductions, Brita allowed me to escort her down the terraced steps to the private beach. Once there, we waded into the Pacific Ocean until we were deep enough to dive into the gentle undulating waves. We laughed and commented on how freshening the water made us feel. Few Danes swam in the sea around their country due to near freezing temperatures any time of year.

Brita came up to me and gave me a hug, "Have you been fucking everything in sight since you got back?" Her tone was both curious and teasing.

I laughed, "Yes, of course. I told you I was a man slut."

"And today, did you save some of yourself for me?"

"But, of course. I've only been with Melanie."

Brita smirked, "I approve. She's very smart; I hope you're using all her talents and not just her pussy. All your women have stars in their eyes for you. It's not a money thing either. They're truly in love with you. I didn't recall you mentioning KC, but she's truly ga-ga about you. Isn't that the current American term?"

I chortled, "I love them as well. KC is the newest. She's not official, but she may as well be. I haven't gotten a ring for her yet."

Brita kissed me hard. "Will you get a ring for me?"

"Do you want one?"

"You know I do. I fell in love with you the instant I met you. I know we connected in some other time and space, and that we were lovers – are lovers. I feel that with some of the girls too. Have you ever heard of a soul group?"

"Soul group. Sheila said something about it to me weeks ago. Right now it's not coming to my memory well." I held a finger to my forehead.

"I believe we each have a soul – the spiritual part of us that is more at our core than any other essence we can conceive about ourselves. After our passing, our soul continues and it returns again and again to various lives and situations to grow and evolve. Fundamentally, we are spiritual beings having a human experience. We are more than just an ego encapsulated by skin.

"Others around us have souls as well, and in whatever alternative life our souls occupy, they form a group of immortal beings who conceive of ways to interact in this human realm to grow and evolve. That group of souls is a soul group. I believe you and I belong to one, and probably the others as well." Brita gestured up at the main patio.

I said, "So the term 'soul mate' truly means ..."

"A person who we know and love in our soul group."

"So we each could have more than one soul mate?"

Brita laughed gaily, "Sure. Why not? We don't know for sure at this level of existence, but it would seem reasonable."

Brita swam into my arms again, "So, Soul Mate, will you take you sexy blonde Danish soul mate up to that chaise beside the ocean and make love to her? I have needed you almost more than air since I saw you last."

I lifted Brita into my arms, and walked out of the ocean with her nude body close to mine. She had her hands around my neck and her head against my shoulder. I laid her down carefully on one of the large chaises, and then as she spread her legs in invitation, I penetrated her body in an act of physical and spiritual love.

Despite both our urges to orgasmically respond to our lover, we did not rush. This was a coupling we wanted to savor and taste and draw out into a long memory we'd hold for the rest of our lives. I held the thought as I made Brita cum from my oral work on her muff, that souls had created this human realm so that they could do what Brita and I were doing right that instant – making love and sharing orgasms that nearly defied description.

Brita and I lay in a sweaty heap forty minutes later. We hadn't exactly napped, but we had been mutually comatose together as the result of our lovemaking. I guess that was our afterglow.

Brita sat up eventually. "Come on, Mark. Into the ocean again."

I smiled and went with her as we rinsed off. The cool water felt good after our exertion. Dripping with the salt water, we walked back up the terraced stairs to the pool area. The others were still gathered around, sunning and chatting amicably with each other. I found our absence had been conveniently ignored by most, since I guess it had been obvious what we'd been doing. Heck, Brita was obviously leaking my residue down her legs.

Brita saw Elsa talking with her sister, and joined the two of them. She seemed comfortable with the pairing so I didn't intervene. Brita was not shy, and if she wanted to know about something she'd keep asking until she found out what she wanted to know. I smiled knowing she'd find the same personality trait in Elsa and Cindy.

Sheila came up to me and snuggled in under my right arm. "I like your Danish friend. She's sexy and oozes competence. How will she fit into all this?" She nodded around at the fifteen of us, and her glance and question prompted me to look around and pay more attention to what I was seeing.

Besides Elsa, Cindy, and Brita talking on one of the chaises, Andy and KC were making out. She had her hand around his hard cock and was slowly pumping his shaft as he fingered her. Next to them, Ryan, Mike, and James were doing a group thing as they romanced Margo. The first two were alternately sucking on her breasts and French kissing with her, while James had his head buried between her legs making a complete meal of her pussy.

I asked, "Where are Carter, Deke, and Tom?" Those three were the only males in our party not in sight.

Sheila giggled, "I tired them out. They're sleeping over in the shade." She pointed down at her pussy, and I could see something liquid running down her legs.

"All three?" I asked.

She nodded with a lascivious grin. "I've never had three guys do me at once. It's my new favorite habit."

I shook my head. My Chief of Staff was as dirty and horny if not hornier than I was, and than most of the others. Prior to our establishing our sexual relationship with her, I never would have guessed she was as hypersexual as the rest of us.

Sheila rubbed her breasts against my side. "Did Brita leave anything for little old me to make use of?" She reached down with one hand and took hold of my tumescent cock. Just that action and the other sex going on around me made me harden quickly.

She nudged me to a nearby chaise, and in a few seconds Sheila had mounted me and I was enjoying sloppy thirds. The thought made me stop. I looked at Sheila. She was beautiful, and her body was flushed with the sex she'd already enjoyed that day. The fact that she was squishy and that I was pushing other men's sperm out of her body I found unusually arousing. She was aide, confidant, lover, and slut. I loved her in every one of those roles.

I brought Sheila to a couple of orgasms as we played together. I surprised myself by holding back. It was only a little after one o'clock, and there was a lot more Saturday and partners to enjoy before bedtime given the predilections of my girlfriends and friends. Previously, I had done little to moderate my own ejaculations, but I seemed to be limited to four a day and I'd already used two: one with Melanie and one with Brita. Sheila looked grateful when we stopped after her second climax.

To my surprise, Brita sat down with us and stroked Sheila's legs right up to her drippy pussy. "Elsa tells me that you clean each other's semen and juices from pussies. Is that right?"

Sheila spread her legs a little more in invitation. "Yes. That's exactly right. Do you want to try?"

Brita smiled, "I've only gotten cum first hand in a wet blowjob. I kind of like the idea of secondhand cum from a pussy. Let me try."

On that note, Brita leaned forward to Sheila's wet cunt and started lapping. After about ten or fifteen seconds, she started to hum in what seemed like delight at what she tasted. Sheila's eyes rolled up in her head as Brita added two fingers to the job at hand; she lay back in my arms. Brita sure had a knack for quickly getting to know people well.

Sheila's whole body shook a couple of minutes later in another orgasm. She was holding my hand in a vice-like grip. She groaned, "Oh, Mark. I like this new girlfriend of ours."

I liked the sound of the words 'of ours.' If Sheila had said 'of yours' it would imply that she hadn't bought into Brita becoming part of our intimate circle of friends and lovers. Instead, she was claiming a connection with our sexy Danish lover.

After the orgasm, Brita stopped. She changed position to lie with us, and held Sheila to her body and the pair talked. They looked so sexy I sort of regretted not having orgasmed into Sheila, but I did have time to do that later.

Elsa

I lay in the sun on the pool patio almost dripping in high SPF lotion that supposedly let in just the right rays from the sun to give a gentle tan without producing dangerous health side effects. I was naked, and even had my legs spread slightly. I'd thought about a tan on my pussy lips and decided that would be interesting to explain if I got intimate with anybody not already here at the villa. Some of my sisters were similarly posed lined up in chaises beside me. We were dozing.

A shadow came across my face and prompted me to open my eyes. Lucas, Mark's head bodyguard, stood there looking down at me.

Lucas said in a straight tone not at all intimidated by my total exposure to him, "Elsa, you expressed interest in some martial arts sparring. Is you're still interested, now might be a good time. Things are quiet, and we have a strong perimeter."

I turned to my side, spreading my legs even more to entice the man with my displayed pinkness. "Yes. That sounds great. Just me or Cindy too."

Lucas smirked as his eyes shifted between my cunt and my face, "Both of you. I have a feeling we'll be brief. I suggest we go down to the beach where the sand can provide some difficult footing but also soften a fall since we don't have mats here."

I couldn't help but notice that Lucas had developed a hard lump in his pants. At least the man responded to the female body. For a while I had thought he might be gay.

I went over to Cindy's chaise and woke her. "Hey, Cin. Time to wake-up; we're going to go do some martial arts down on the beach."

She woke up instantly. "Oh, goody. Exercise without sex ... maybe." She also spied Lucas' hard-on hiding in his shorts.

Lucas said, "I recommend you put on some jeans and a t-shirt so you don't get scraped up – long sleeves if you have them. I'll meet you on the beach in five." He sauntered off as Cindy and I headed in to get the right clothing on.

When we got to the beach Lucas was doing some Tai Chi moves. As we joined him he asked some details about our training and what Wan Suh had been teaching us.

Lucas said, "You've been learning some traditional martial arts, and that's good. You also have visible muscles from working out, and that's also good. What I think you might be missing is the concept of urban survival."

Cindy and I both said simultaneously, "Urban survival?"

"Yes. In a way it's taking all you've learned in martial arts to the level of genuine survival from bodily life-threats. I think the term derives from the kind of all-out fighting some of the street gangs of New York, Chicago, or LA engage in – pretty brutal. Just like your weapons training the idea is to eliminate the threat, even if it means permanently maiming or killing your opponent."

Cindy and I both blanched at the thought.

Lucas stepped up to me and I recoiled slightly. "Just stand still, Elsa. I want to point out vulnerable areas on you. First, go for the head. There are many susceptible places I want you to memorize. The first is the temples; if I hit someone there with sufficient force I can kill them or render them unconscious. The second is the nose, preferable the bridge of the nose; think hit, break, and then push those broken bones into the brain. If you had more strength I'd tell you the jaw with a knock-out punch; same effect as the temples. Next, is the Adam's apple; hit hard and you can make your opponent unable to breathe. Another is the ear clap; shatter your opponent's ear drums – very painful." He gently clapped his hands together over my ears but not with any force; I got the message.

Lucas went on with his deadly explanation, shifting back and forth between Cindy and me in his show 'n tell session. I knew all of this was dirty fighting, and about the only 'dirty' move Wan Suh had shown us so far was a knee to the gonads. I could see we had a lot to learn.

Lucas said, "OK, now let's spar. Elsa let's you and I start. Let's say you're walking down the street towards me, and then I suddenly shift and come up behind you." I moved to role-play the scenario with him. I sensed his turning in behind me. As his arm came around my front from behind, I held it to me and rolled him into the ground, nearly falling atop him.

Lucas grabbed my nearest leg and brought me down, rolling on top of me. He instantly yanked my t-shirt up over my head, exposing my breasts but preventing me from seeing. I could feel my pants being stripped away too. He was strong. I flipped over on my stomach, and got in a sharp kick to his midsection; I could hear the air expelled from his lungs. I lurched forward, and was out of his clutches for a couple of seconds. I pulled my shirt down and turned to face him.

Lucas rushed me. I sidestepped at the last instant, but he grabbed me again and took me down. Sand was flying everywhere. I spit in his face, and then with a free hand slapped his nose, similar to what he'd just shown us. There was a lot of yelling going on. He was trying to sound fierce, but others in our party had come down from the patio and were there watching us go at one another.

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