Chapter 34: The The Person's Game. Part 4: At the Luxury Place
(In the next place, The The Person ordered Annabeth to invade a luxury place, empty, with a green bikini and short shorts, with Travis coming, the setting was Annabeth as "the rich slutty wife" and Travis as "the sexy gardener guy", ending in sex on a expensive furniture)
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The other place was unbelievable. It was a luxury place.
In the wealthy area of Manhattan, at Beekman Place, the place was impressive just from the sidewalk. After leaving Silver Field Stadium, basically near Madison Square Garden, Annabeth had to take a taxi, and the trip took almost twenty minutes to reach The The Person's address.
After the trip, passing 1st Avenue to 50th Street, and there she had to walk a bit until The The Person sent a message, saying that she arrived.
And there she was, seeing the house obviously dear to her. Beekman Place was impressive, with the buildings glued together like a large residence - and to some extent in history, it was - and now, Annabeth saw everything with joy.
For the architecture, it was a marvel for the eyes.
Suddenly, her phone rang, and the The Person's voice started:
"Amazing place for a new fuck, Chase?"
"Wait? Do you want me to break into one of these houses?"
"Yes. Unless you wanted to fuck in the middle of the street."
Annabeth looked around, seeing people walking normally, and the buildings surrounding everything she saw.
And, on top of one of the buildings, Annabeth saw a bright sun shine, like a flash, and looking more closely, she saw one of the Eyes in the Sky there.
The The Person was watching. It was obvious.
Taking a deep breath, she asked:
"Where?"
"23 Beekman Place," he said. "Don't worry about stealth sex, you know the scenario? The owner sleeps and the invaders fuck near him sleeping. Hahahahaha! No, that's not it. I researched the place, and the owner traveled away."
"No security system?"
"The same from Silver Field? Hottie, what changes in these systems is location and price, but everything is the same. I know, I have a way with tools."
Tools? Perhaps you are indeed a son of Hephaestus, you depraved, Annabeth thought, thinking of her suspicion.
"Anyway, you can come in, and you will find what I want inside."
Annabeth hung up, and arrived in front of 23 Beekman Place.
There was a huge barred fence, trees inside the fence, going to the end of 50th Street, with the East River beyond, and more town on the other side. The entrance had a closed door, with a balcony above, with closed windows above.
Soon, an Eyes in the Sky approached one of the windows, and Annabeth understood that she needed to go there.
She looked around, seeing the mortals around, seeing that no one noticed her and, with a trick she learned from Thalia, manipulated the Mist to be invisible, and climbed one of the porch posts like an athlete, reaching the porch, and there she entered the window.
Inside, there was a dark corridor, and The The Person sent:
Go to the top floor. To the terrace.
Annabeth then started walking around the place.
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The Living Room was larger than the Cabin of Athena and Ares combined. The location was impressive, with expensive furniture for every four she passed, and when she reached the terrace, she was surprised by an impressive view of the city. The East River, Roosevelt Island, the city beyond.
And in that terrace, at the top of the townhouse, there was a box. Just like Silver Field Stadium.
Annabeth came over, and felt her phone vibrate.
It was The The Person.
"You can open it, hottie."
Annabeth, leaving her phone on speakerphone, bent down and opened the box. Inside, there were a pair of denim shorts, high heels, a dark green shirt so short that it only covered the breasts, and at the bottom was a note, saying:
I LEFT FOR FUN.
"Your role is now quite simple," said The The Person on the phone. "You're going to be the wife of a wealthy tycoon who hasn't had sex in months, you know, the cliché of a wife cheating on her husband. And the lover of the time will be a sensual gardener going to take care of his plants, you know? One thing leads to another, and you start having sex on the floor. This is going to be fucking hot!"
Annabeth hung up the speaker and said:
"Did you planned this beforehand?" she thought the box was strange there, just like at Silver Field Stadium.
"Let's say I have help," he said. Vacant as always. "Now get dressed, play the part, and be a sexy porn actress."
Annabeth, realizing that The The Person hung up, started to take her clothes off, confused by a detail.
If she thought it was weird, why was she starting to like it?
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Travis Stoll entered 23 Beekman Place Townhouse, as Annabeth Chase wanted.
In the message she sent half an hour ago, saying:
Travis, I want to be a dirty professional today. Be my gardener in a luxurious setting, I want to be the sexual hungry wife, and you will be my new, sensual and hot gardener, and you know how it is in porn movies, don't you? ;) You can come, be my man of the day!
And that was enough for him to go to the address where she was, wondering how she managed to get into such a place (Travis being the son of Hermes, wearing the classic flying sneakers, came in there with his natural abilities as a son of the god of thieves) and he started walking around the place, impressed by everything.
He looked at various objects, furniture, more expensive objects, and thought of stealing something from there, as a souvenir.
But his phone vibrating caught his attention.
GO TO THE TERRACE OWN ME, HORNY SON OF HERMES!
It was Annabeth, and she was really looking to fuck.
Travis, being her "favorite man", took the stairs to the end, on the terrace, and there he liked what he saw.
Annabeth Chase, with her hair down, the Camp clothes strewn around the place, wearing tight denim shorts, a small green top, exposing her hot belly, eyes hungry for sex, and a little finger in her mouth. She was fucking hot.
"Annabeth," said Travis.
Annabeth, all sensual, walked over to him, smiling, and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Hi, Travis" Her voice was sensual too, sly and obviously thirsty for him. "My husband traveled again, and I feel so thirsty lately."
Travis, realizing the "fetish", he decided to participate too. She was on paper, and he wanted to be, too.
"Well, my lady, I came here to take care of the plants. I'm the new gardener."
"I know," she winked at him. "I hired you. I liked that sexy model face" she ran her hands over his face, she was focusing on his blue eyes, smiling. "And you came to be a gardener" she hugged his neck. "Come take care of this poisonous era here."
And kissed him on the mouth.
Travis liked that. He groaned, hugged her body, felt her tongue penetrate his mouth, and he felt Annabeth pushing him across the terrace, and Travis let her move them both.
After staggering, Annabeth saw a psychiatric couch - the owner must be eccentric - and pushed Travis there, who lay down.
Annabeth, with that sensual body almost dressed, crawled on top of him, on all fours, approaching his face, and kissed him wet again. He groaned happily at that.
During the kiss, Travis ran his hands over her belly, making Annabeth moan smiling into his mouth. His hands moved over her ass to her breasts, with Annabeth stop kissing him.
"Won't your husband notice here? This is his couch," Travis asked, spicing up the moment.
"My husband doesn't care," she moaned, kissing him again. "Leave him in Europe, I want to have fun here."
The two kissed again, smiling as she licked Travis's lips, and he fucking liked it.
"It's getting hot in here" she moaned, getting on her knees on top of him, and pushed her top down, exposing her big breasts to him, who liked to see her hot and big twins on top of him.
Annabeth, without any hurry, turned the top forward, opening it slowly, and throwing the clothes on the floor. She tossed her blond hair back, and bent down again, smiling sexily at Travis, and he squeezed her breasts as she kissed him.
Now they got hotter, hotter, Annabeth sat on Travis's waist as he squeezed her ass, the two of them kissing more and more intensely, even drooling, as he lifted his body, sucking on Annabeth's hard nipples, while she hugged his head, looking at the big city beyond the terrace, smiling.
After Travis had fun with her two nipples, Annabeth grabbed the orange Camp shirt from Travis' back, wanting to tug, wanting to see his body again.
And Travis, being the knight he was, raised his arms, letting her pull his shirt off his body, throwing it up. His shirt fell to the floor, next to Annabeth's clothes, and she hugged his head as he licked her breasts, moaning like crazy.
Annabeth, wanting more kisses, pushed Travis by the shoulders on the couch again, now with her tongue out, kissing him again.
They both moaned hotly, without fear, enjoying the physical pleasure they had for each other, and before Travis touched her ass again, Annabeth started to move, licking Travis' nipples now.
Groaning, she looked into Travis' eyes, now licking his six pack, that strong body that Annabeth liked to feel, until she reached his pants.
There, she looked at him as she opened the button.
"I'm thirsty, gardener," she winked at him, pulling his penis out of his underwear. "I want hot milk."
"Milk is all yours, rich bitch," he groaned. "It's better than your husband's, that cuckhold."
"He is rich."
"I'm hot."
"I love a good hot man" and began to suck his dick.
Travis moaned about it, smiling at that strange fetish. They were in the millionaire's townhouse, without people, but anyone could get there and catch two teenage invaders fucking on the expensive furniture on the terrace.
And it energized him more and more. Travis invaded places before, but never to have sex inside. He started to think that if he did it more, it would be a sexual game for some girlfriend in the future.
But now, fucking Poseidon's son's girlfriend was high on his list, and he loved doing it more and more.
He looked at Annabeth, sucking on his dick, seeing those luscious gray eyes staring at him while sucking on him.
But instead of letting her suck until he came in her mouth, he said:
"Stop!"
Annabeth, confused, stopped sucking, and Travis stood up, pulling Annabeth around the waist to the position he was in, and he bent down, opening and pulling her short jeans down, along with her black panties, leaving her naked there .
And so, he started sucking on her wet pussy, now with Annabeth watching him suck, seeing his blue eyes as he licked her pussy, and grabbed his messy hair, smiling as he saw the sky beyond the glass roof of the terrace .
Travis, taking advantage of their sexual madness, began to squeeze her breasts, with her loving every moment. She moaned, even screamed, while Travis moaned deafly, enjoying the feel of Annabeth's stasis seeping into his face over and over.
Annabeth moaned about it, enjoying it more and more, and after a while, she screamed to come on his face.
Travis liked that, smiling at Annabeth, and he stood up, smiling at her, his hard cock in his hand.
"Yes, now, bitch wife," he said, smiling. "Now suck!"
Annabeth, being the "slut wife", got down on her knees in front of the "gardener", licking her lips, and said:
"I suck you ... lie on the couch."
Travis, obeying, sat back on the couch, pulling Annabeth by the head with him, and she leaned on the couch, starting to give him a blowjob.
Travis stared at the glass ceiling, moaning with Annabeth's tongue wrapping around and wetting and sucking his hard cock, with her moaning with her blowjob, enjoying it so fucking much.
Travis took Annabeth's hair, putting everything together in his hand, and saw her continuing to blow him, moaning more and more.
"Damn, this is so wrong," Travis groaned, enjoying it. "I LOVE doing wrong things... like you, right? Attracting me here ..." the more he talked, the more Travis wanted to come, and continued. "Leaving me naked ... sucking me like this ... damn it, Annabeth, you are the craziest girl I know ... Drink milk, bitch!"
And came in her mouth. Annabeth took it all in her mouth, letting it drip a little on his waist. She sucked it all up, smiling, and she looked him in the eye, getting up slowly.
"Now I'm in charge, gardener! If you want a triple payment" she winked at him. "Let me jump on you."
Annabeth turned around, her hot ass in sight of her lover.
"As you like, slut wife fucking her employee."
"Don't talk, just keep moaning!"
"With pleasure."
Annabeth sat on top of him, propped herself up with her feet on the couch, and Travis dominated the pace, thrusting his cock into her vagina, and beginning to penetrate as Annabeth liked.
Quick, with tapas sounds echoing around the place, and the groans of the two following.
"Pull my hair! Now!" said Annabeth.
Travis, lost in stasis, obeyed, continuing the pace, and Annabeth leaned back on the highest part of the couch, watching the city lit by the morning sun beyond the terrace, moaning.
"Go! Punish me! I'm a whore! I cheat on my husband over and over with several men!" moaned Annabeth, for the "script" of the situation.
Travis liked that, and he wanted to pour gas on the fire.
"Who? Who before me? Speak, bitch!"
Travis pulled on her hair, and Annabeth looked up over Travis, moaning over and over. Her breasts were hard, her belly was stretched, and her vagina leaking fluids from the pleasure that Annabeth felt now.
"A plumber!" she started. "In the bathroom, in the bath too! An electrician ... in front of the TV ... Ha! A young bodybuilder… neighbor's son… helping me stretch… getting in my ass!"
It was all a lie, but Travis didn't care, just wanting to fuck her there until they came.
She didn't even care about that either. Her mind was filled with sexual desires, wanting his semen until the end.
Travis, showing himself to be the controller of the slut wife now, stopped getting in, and pushed Annabeth off.
"On all fours now," he moaned, and Annabeth, too stasis to deny, obeyed, lying on all fours on the couch, and Travis grabbed her ass. "Here I come!" and put it inside her vagina again.
Now, doggystyle, Annabeth felt his penis penetrating her vagina more and more. She moaned "this, go, yummy, get deep, feed that semen-thirsty vagina!" and Travis moaning "hot ass, your bitch wife, fucking me, I love this hot ass, these hot breasts, damn it!" More and more.
They both saw the city beyond the terrace, moaning like crazy. Annabeth didn't even care what was happening or where she was, but what her biology compelled her to do.
Sex. Good, wild, thick, strong. Pure carnal pleasure from having sex.
Travis saw Annabeth's back, sexy, thin, with her hot ass swallowing his cock, and he moaned about it.
That sex was certainly one of the craziest he had ever done, and he liked to see Annabeth like that, driving him crazy with her pent-up lust loosening up like that.
Annabeth, looking at the city, feeling his dick getting into her vagina more and more, her ass being grabbed by him, his dick widening her vagina again.
Like Charles in the locker room, now with Travis there, and she thought of what else that pervert of The The Person would plan after that.
That thought made Annabeth more excited, and Travis felt it, wanting to come.
"Annabeth… I'm going to come!"
"Inside!" Annabeth said, looking at him sideways, smiling. "Be my gardener ... plant your seed in me!
Travis smiled.
"With pleasure, rich slut wife!"
"Drive me crazy, sexy gardener!"
And he started to get in faster, wanting to come. The two moaned loudly, without shame, until finally enjoying everything inside her.
Annabeth groaned at that, coming too.
The two demigods moaned relaxed, with Annabeth resting her head on the couch as Travis pulled his cock out of her vagina, walking back, relaxed.
They were both silent, enjoying the pleasure gained from their bodies.
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Annabeth dressed while Travis, dressed, put on his flying shoes.
"Damn it, Annabeth, I loved the highly expensive apartment," he said, smiling mischievously, as Hermes was known. "You are surprising me more and more."
Annabeth, pretending it was her idea (as instructed), smiled at him.
"With pleasure, son of Hermes," she winked at him. "All my idea."
"Fuck, what an incredible place," he said, looking around. "I think I need to surprise you more in our next fuck… What do you think inside a museum?"
"Which museum?" she asked.
"The most crowded ... and the two of us inside a bathroom stall ... male bathroom ... camouflaged by the Mist in front of them, fucking like our Olympian parents must do all the time around the world. What do you think?"
Annabeth, pretending to like this (eventually she would), said:
"Good plan ... now go, the owner will arrive soon."
"Who?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter, just go!"
Travis stood up, asking:
"Want a ride back to Camp?"
Annabeth, dressed, got up from the floor.
"No. I have other commitments here in Manhattan," she blinked. "When I get to Camp, you'll know."
Travis didn't ask, so he took her face, kissed her on the mouth, and said:
"I love your ass."
"I love your dick."
So Travis started flying over the terrace, disappearing through the city, over the distance, until he disappeared.
After a few seconds alone on the terrace, Annabeth's phone rang.
It was The Person.
"Well, hottie. Very good," said The The Person, his voice always distorted. "Listen: Slutty Wife Thristy For Sex Fuck Sexy Gardener on the Terrace. One more for the collection!"
And laughed at her. Annabeth did not like hearing that horror laugh.
"Where else now?"
"HMMMMMM… Learning, huh. In a hurry?"
"Just talk!"
"I prefer to send. And let me say… seeing you in a short outfit makes me all horny for you."
And hung up.
"Fucking depraved," murmured Annabeth, seeing the next address in her message.
Now, with the backpack on her back, the box under her arm, Annabeth stepped off the terrace.
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On 50th Street, Annabeth threw the box away, as did the box with the cheerleader outfit. She threw the clothes away after using them for sexual activities.
Now, down the street, Annabeth was looking for a taxi to The The Person's next location, where she would have sex with a lover somewhere.
Annabeth couldn't wait.