Glencross Manor - Ruth's Story

"You really mean it?" I asked, begging for clarification.

"Yes!" Richard replied emphatically.

He reached out to my hand and placed it so that I was cupping his manhood. With his other hand he reached out between my legs so that his palm was gently contacting my labia.

"We'll wash each other's bits, okay?" he said with a smile, looking at me directly in the eyes.

"Okay," I replied.

He sighed contentedly as I moved my hand, cupping his testicles and drawing back his foreskin. I gasped in return as I felt his hand begin to rub gently at my intimate area. It was so tender and intimate, yet there was no sense of urgency between us as we both washed each other from head to toe - we were just enjoying getting more intimately acquainted with each other's bodies now that the ground rules had been established. After a while, we got out and towelled each other dry, which in itself became an intimate act between us. Needless to say, it wasn't long after that that we were once more on the bed, as we had sex for the second of many times before my time with Richard was up.

* * * * * *

"Ruth?" Richard asked me some time later as we lay in bed together.

By then I'd pretty much lost track of time.

"Hm?" I replied.

"You want to get something to eat?" he asked me. "We've got to keep our strength up after all."

"What time is it?" I said, whilst trying to stifle a yawn.

"Time we got something to eat," he replied. "It's half past six."

By that time, I'd had sex with Richard four times already, and my three days with him had only really just begun. We'd taken a nap together to recharge our batteries as it was clear that we were both flagging a little by that time.

"You want me to have something sent up?" Richard asked me.

"Can you do that?" I queried. "This place has room service? I thought it wasn't supposed to be a hotel."

"It isn't," Richard answered. "But it won't be a problem - we order food to be sent to the rooms here all the time. Having sex can really give you an appetite! We could always go down to the cafeteria if you'd prefer."

"No, that's alright," I replied. "I'm sort of comfortable here. Just order anything you want - I'll have whatever you're having."

Richard picked up the phone on the bedside table and called the cafeteria. He ordered up two portions of pasta in carbonara sauce - good for keeping one's energy up, or so he told me - and a bottle of chilled mineral water.

"Reckon you could come in me again before the food arrives?" I asked him devilishly.

"Ooh, is that a challenge I hear, by any chance?" Richard replied with a chuckle.

"The clock's ticking," I answered, tapping my wristwatch which, apart from my necklace and earrings, was the only thing I was wearing.

"In that case I accept my lady's challenge!" Richard announced brightly.

I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide, ready to permit him to mount me. Richard meanwhile positioned himself on his knees before me. He tapped and waggled his penis to coax it back to life. It took a little while for his penis to respond, as though it was a recalcitrant teenager being made to get out of bed, but eventually it rose to the occasion and was poised and ready to go.

Richard wasted no time and within seconds he was inside me once again. This time, in contrast to earlier on, he was positively animalistic in his thrusting and he pummelled himself into me like a man possessed, trying his utmost to reach his climax and fill me with his sperm as quickly as he could. This was no soft and gentle lovemaking, no sensual sharing of each other's bodies, it was rough and intense - Richard was rutting me, like a stag somewhere out there on the highlands.

And you know what? I was absolutely loving it! Richard was having sex with me with such drive, such intense purpose, that I couldn't help but admire the sight of him as he rammed himself into me. The expression on his face was one of intense concentration and focus - his purpose was singular: to come in me as quickly as possible.

"Ugh! Huhh! Huhh! Hahh! Mmff!" he gnashed and grunted with each and every one of his rapid thrusts.

"Come on, Richard, you can do it!" I encouraged him.

"Hahh! Huhh! Ughh!" he continued to huff and pant as he rutted into me.

I wished there was a mirror or a video camera somewhere so that I could observe the scene. I reached down and placed my hands upon his muscular buttocks and felt them rhythmically squeezing and flexing with each and every thrust of his pelvis.

"Huhh! Hahh! Nearly there!" he said with a grimace. "Ngnhh! Hahh! Gonna, mmmff! Come!"

He stiffened up and with an explosive intensity, I felt him erupt inside me.

"Urrgghh-hahh-mmff!"

With his arms locked straight, his face contorted into an almost fearsome grimace, and with every muscle, sinew and fibre in his body quivering, he delivered his precious semen into me once again. The effort this time had clearly taken its toll on him, if the sweat on his chest and the redness of his face were anything to go by.

He had succeeded, and just in time too, for no sooner has his eruption diminished there came a knock at the door. Richard swiftly withdrew himself and, without even pausing to make himself decent, with his penis still formidably erect and with the last remnants of his ejaculation still oozing from the tip, he strode across to the door and opened it. The young man who wheeled in our trolley of food and drinks seemed totally unperturbed by the sight of Richard in all his naked glory, and very obviously post-coital. Fortunately, there was just enough time for me to cover myself before the young man entered.

"Where d'you want it, Richie?" the young man asked as he wheeled the trolley in.

"Over there by the window will be fine thanks, Alfie," Richard said as he pointed towards the large bay window that overlooked the formal garden below.

I looked on, clutching the bed sheets to me as he wheeled the trolley over.

"Good evening, madam," Alfie acknowledged me as he exited the room.

"I can't believe you just did that, Richard!" I exclaimed as soon as Alfie had left the room and closed the door behind him.

"Did what?" Richard replied nonchalantly, as though answering the door to someone whilst naked, erect and very clearly having only just had sex moments earlier, was a perfectly normal thing to do. But then, perhaps it was normal around here.

"Answering the door like that!" I answered him. "Naked, and with your... thing still hard and everything!"

"Oh, that," he replied. "Nah, when you've been here doing this as long as I have, you kind of lose all the inhibitions you used to have. Being seen like I was just then, is pretty much par for the course around here - we've all seen each other naked, so it's no big deal really."

"So, he wouldn't have been shocked to see you like that?" I asked, still clutching the bed sheets to cover my nakedness.

"Not at all - he's a good lad is Alfie, been here about nine months now, I reckon," Richard said as he uncovered our food and opened one of two bottles of mineral water. "I used to do his job myself when I first started here - bringing up food and drink and other stuff from the cafeteria. I used to be greeted by other guys, naked and after obviously only just finished having sex with their client. You soon learn to get used to seeing that sort of thing. Now, are you joining me or what? I don't know about you but I'm starving!"

He pulled up a chair and sat at the small table, and then took a long drink of water. I got out from under the sheets and padded over to join him.

"I've never shared a meal with a naked man before," I commented as I sat opposite him.

"First time for everything," he replied with a smile.

"Seriously, is it that relaxed around here?" I asked him as I took a sip of water. "About being naked?"

"Well, for us men it is," Richard replied as he sprinkled a little grated Parmesan over his pasta.

"What about the women?" I asked. "Are they as relaxed about it?"

"As a rule, no," Richard replied. "It's not that it isn't allowed, but mostly the women keep their clothes on around here."

"Why's that, do you think?" I enquired as I tucked in to my food.

"Well, they're here for a different reason than us," Richard answered. "We men are here for one main purpose - to have sex and get our clients pregnant. The women are here in a somewhat more professional capacity. Most of them are very highly educated and qualified women, and I guess what with being outnumbered by us guys, they're just a little more reserved than we are. I mean, us guys exercise together, shower together, get seen naked by our clients - we just have fewer inhibitions, I guess."

"Do the women see you men naked a lot?" I asked out of genuine curiosity.

"We don't wander around naked in front of them all the time, if that's what you're asking!" Richard chuckled. "From time to time they might see us without any kit on during our physicals and stuff like that, but apart from that, not they don't."

"Oh," I replied.

"Getting to see loads of naked men all the time is not a 'perk of the job' for the women around here, so leave your dirty mind behind!" Richard sniggered with a sly grin.

The food was wonderful - after all the exertion so far we were both in need of something hearty and filling, and the pasta was just the right thing at that moment. I guess Richard was more in need of it than I was, seeing as how he was the one that had been doing most of the hard work up to that point. So far, all I'd had to do was just like back and let him do whatever he needed to do. I decided that the next time I had sex with him that I would be on top, to give him a bit of a break from all that thrusting he'd done so far.

It was beginning to get late, so I suggested returning to my room back in the accommodation block, rather than spend the night in the manor house. Nice though it was, all my toiletries were in my bag back in my room and I needed to brush my teeth. Richard suggested he called for someone to go to my room to fetch it for me, but I politely declined - I didn't really want anyone going through my things in order to find it. So, in the end we both dressed after having spent several hours naked by that point, and headed out of the main house and across to the accommodation buildings. Richard briefly went into the men's building to brush his teeth, telling me that he would come and join me in my room a little later.

My first day was drawing to a close, and already I'd almost lost count of the number of times I'd had sex with Richard. If I wasn't pregnant by the time I left this place, I would be very surprised indeed!

My donor returned a few minutes later as he'd promised, and no sooner were we reunited, we were both naked once more and in bed together. This time, as I had resolved earlier, I insisted on being on top. Richard didn't need much persuading to let me take the lead this time, and just compliantly laid himself on my bed while I mounted him. Riding Richard was every bit as wonderful as having him on top of me - as I slid down onto his cock I felt so wonderfully full. As I said before, his wasn't the biggest cock I'd had inside me, but it seemed so perfectly matched to my vagina that he fitted inside me like a glove - it was as though he was literally tailor made for me. We had sex long into the night, and by the early hours of the morning we were both well and truly fatigued, and together we fell into a deep and much needed sleep.

* * * * * *

The morning of my second day with Richard dawned bright and sunny - it was the start of what would turn out to be a blissful day, which would see me doing something I'd never even entertained the idea of doing before.

Of course as soon as he was awake I insisted Richard had sex with me and he duly obliged, and he filled me with his seed once more. I couldn't help but be constantly surprised by his apparent lack of any inhibitions, especially as whilst I stood in the bathroom brushing my teeth, he relieved himself into the toilet with a long and contented sigh.

After taking a shower each, we both dressed and then went over to the cafeteria for breakfast. Having worked up an almighty appetite I did something I rarely did and ordered myself a full English, or in this case, a full Scottish breakfast with all the trimmings. Richard on the other hand, I suppose with an eye to maintaining his healthy diet, opted for porridge with fresh raspberries, blueberries and a swirl of honey.

"How do you fancy visiting the boathouse?" he asked me as he poured himself a cup of freshly brewed tea.

"The boathouse?" I queried, before remembering that I'd seen it during my first visit to Glencross Manor.

"It's a cute little place, out on the shore of the loch," Richard explained as he sipped his tea. "It's fully equipped, we can even spend the night in it if you wish."

"Won't it already be occupied by someone else?" I asked, thinking that such a beautiful little place would surely have already been snapped up by another donor and his client for the day.

"No," Richard replied with a smile. "I'm afraid I took the liberty of reserving it for us yesterday while I was back in my room. It's ours for the next twenty four hours - if you'd like to use it, that is."

"Why wouldn't I want to?" I said with a smile of my own. "It sounds really romantic!"

Remembering that the idea of actual romance wasn't supposed to be part of the reason for my being at Glencross Manor, I quickly added a caveat.

"Not that I'm here for romance," I said. "As nice and as handsome as you are, I don't want a relationship with you - or any man, for that matter. I hope that doesn't offend you."

"Not at all," Richard assured me. "To tell you the truth, I don't really want a relationship with a woman myself, either. I'm perfectly aware of the fact that the reason you are here is for me to get you pregnant, Ruth, and I think you're a wonderful and very beautiful woman, but the sex we're having here is strictly for business rather than pleasure. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy doing it amid pleasant surroundings. So, are you up for it? It does mean having to walk a couple of miles to get to it, and you'd need to bring an overnight bag with you."

"Oh, I'm definitely up for it, seeing as how it's already been booked," I replied with a broad smile.

And so, after briefly going our separate ways to pack a few things, we headed out along the path that led towards the boathouse. As soon as we left the main compound, Richard led me along a gravel path and we strolled hand in hand out towards the loch. The path wound its way between lofty pine trees, and all around us the sound of the soft breeze through the trees filled our ears - it was beautifully peaceful. The path ahead was dappled with bright patches of sunlight, but otherwise it was shady and cool.

All of a sudden I saw a flash of something orange rushing up one of the tree trunks ahead of us.

"What the hell was that?" I asked Richard.

"It's a red squirrel!" he replied brightly. "Look, there he goes - across that branch up there! Cute little critters aren't they?"

"Oh, yeah!" I said as I followed where he was pointing. "I thought they were supposed to be extinct?"

"Well, in most parts of Britain they are," he answered. "Once upon a time they were the only squirrels we had over here. But they are still found dotted around in more isolated areas such as up here in the highlands. They can still be seen in a few other places down south, but by and large they were wiped out when the grey squirrels were introduced here from America."

"Huh! Bloody Americans!" I groused. "Coming over here and killing all our native squirrels!"

"Well, they didn't mean to," Richard replied. "It was whichever Victorian idiot that first introduced them over here that's responsible. The greys are bigger than the reds, you see, and the poor reds couldn't compete with them for food. Plus, the grey also carried a virus that they were immune to, but the reds weren't."

"Aww, the poor things!" I exclaimed.

"I'll have to report the sighting once I get back to base," Richard said as we resumed our way along the path. "The local wildlife officer likes us to report whenever we see one. They're not under threat here like they are in most other parts of the country, but she still likes to keep an eye on the numbers, just to make sure."

After another hour of gently ambling along the path as it undulated over the surrounding landscape and slalomed between huge pine trees, I finally caught sight of the boathouse. Moments later we were there, and my, what a beautiful spot it was! The waters of the loch were tranquil and peaceful, only the very light breeze in the air troubling the otherwise placid surface. A couple of small islands stood a little further along the loch, their outlines mirrored in the surface of the water. At the far end of the loch, the ominous presence of Ben Nevis overlooked the tranquil scene.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Richard said to me with a Smile as we stood and took in the view.

"It's gorgeous!" I replied enthusiastically.

"I love coming out here," Richard said as he set his small rucksack on the ground and extracted a key from his pocket. "Clients always enjoy it whenever I bring them here."

"I bet they do!" I said with a smile.

Richard unlocked the door to the little boathouse and showed me inside. I guess you could sum the place up in one word: quaint. The little building had an open plan ground floor with a tiny kitchen area, a small round dining table with two chairs, and a small lounge area with a settee and a single armchair. A tiny wooden staircase led up into the eaves where a double bed stood overlooking the room on a mezzanine. It was ideal for two, and if my feelings for Richard were more amorous, I'd have described it as a perfect little love nest.

"Not bad, is it?" Richard said as he observed me taking it all in.

"It's so sweet!" I replied gleefully.

"The Victorians didn't have a clue when it came to introducing wildlife, but they sure knew a thing or two about architecture!" Richard enthused. "Care to try the bed for size?"

"By that, I assume you mean it's about time we got on with having more sex!" I answered.

"Not if you don't want to," he replied. "If you'd rather just get settled in a bit first."

"Well, I could do with, y'know, taking a leak first," I said. "Where's the bathroom?"

"There isn't one," Richard answered with a shrug. "But there are plenty of trees and bushes to go behind if you need to take a leak."

"And what if I need more than just a leak?" I asked him.

"Well, there's a small shovel by the back door!" Richard chuckled. "You have to dig your own loo out here, I'm afraid!"

I will admit to being a little shocked by that, but I supposed it was no worse than the toilet arrangements I'd experienced when I attended the Glastonbury festival when I was eighteen with my friends from college - now that was a traumatic experience! And compared to that it was a darned sight more private and peaceful, so I guessed it wasn't so bad.

"Come on, I could do with a pee myself," Richard announced.

He led me back outside and, once again displaying his almost total lack of inhibitions, unzipped his flies, whipped his penis out and just peed against the first tree he came across.

"Just marking the ol' territory!" he chuckled as his urine splashed against the tree's bark.

Being somewhat more inhibited, I demurely left him to it and found myself a bush to squat behind a short distance away. By the time I had finished, Richard was already back inside the boat house. I found him in the bedroom, already naked and reclining on the bed - evidently, he was keen to get down to business. Well, I guess it was the reason I was there, so I shrugged my shoulders and started undressing.